#Standard Finish : Powder Coating

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Outdoor Floor Mount Racks/Enclosure

SPECIFICATIONS

Mounting : Floor Mountable

Material : Galvanized Steel

Basic Frame : Steel four pillars with the steel end frame

Construction : Welded

Front Door : Lockable GI Door Plain or Lockable Toughened Glass GI Door

Standard Finish : Powder Coating

Standard Mounting Option : Base frame

Standard Color : Light Grey / Dark Grey / Black

Side and Bottom Panel : Vented with fan and cable entry provision

[starryhutcherson]

━━ A NEW FAMILIAR

author's note: crawled out of my hole for this one guys. sorry for being so ghost mode im working on putting out more stuff, apologies if this isn't of the highest quality as i'm running on sugar free redbull and three hours of sleep ! love my life hahahahaAHHHH

'୧ ‧₊ pairing: best friend!mike schmidt x reader warnings: 18+ sexual content! oral sex (f!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing word count: 4600+ ⋆ ✩‧₊

Mike’s expression always glooms when you bring up the next date you’ve arranged. He knows how this story plays out; he knows the truth behind the men you’ve matched with on whatever sketchy website you’ve wasted your time on. They’ve molded themselves into the embodiment of perfection, through falsified photos and fabrications buried in their bios. His patience crumbles like fireplace ash as you skip around his living room and drone on about whatever dickhead you’ve set your poor, precious heart on.

He knows, always, the the outcome is running makeup and salty cheeks, sobbing on the floor of his living room in a creasing satin dress and his welcoming arms, a bitter exclamation of “you were right Mike” leaving your lips in the knowing silence and him gritting his jaw and pretending that it doesn’t bother him the the only habits you ever find yourself falling back into are the bad ones. 

It’s no different today. 

Mark or Matt or Mitch – you really were killing him, because it should be Mike. It should be him. Him that you’re getting ready for, him that you’re daydreaming about. And it’s an odd feeling, like a movie where your favorite character dies and then movie finishes and you have to accept that they aren’t coming back, no matter how long you sit glued to the reclinable chair, popcorn crunched beneath your sneakers and the credit-scene reflected in your shrinking pupils. 

Mike’s not the type to be happier with the hope – he’d let the truth swallow him up, sink into his creaking bones, he’d live with the loss. But he still has hope for you. He has hope that your eyes will open and you’ll seep into his brain and his breath and his bed. He hopes you’ll start seeing him instead of just looking. Maybe it's wishful thinking. Ignorant optimism.

It feels like it. 

It feels like it, right now, when he’s leaning against the doorframe of his bathroom and watching you get ready, your animated chatter reverberating around the small space between coats of mascara. He offered to give you a ride before you’d even asked, and he’ll tolerate the sting of watching you get out of the car looking all pretty for someone who isn’t him, just to make sure you get there safely. It’s the type of sacrifice he’ll make for you. 

“I can’t even feel my face, I’ve been smiling so hard all day!” You squeal, powdering your cheeks with more purposeless product – he thinks it’s all pointless. You’re radiant, even in the harsh lighting of his bathroom. 

He offers a low grunt. What is he supposed to say? He’s not happy. And he’s not gonna pretend he is. 

You either don’t notice or choose to ignore, continuing to doll yourself up to whatever standards you have for yourself. “I mean, he says he’s been skiing since he was 6. He’s practically an olympian.” 

Mike scoffs. 

“What?”

“Nothing,” he grumbles, shaking his head. “Can you hurry up?”

“Alright, grumpy. Calm down. I gotta do my lips and then I’m ready. Plus, nobody told you that you gotta stand here.” 

A fleeting flush of fuchsia permeates his cheeks, but he looks down at his worn shoes to hide it. It’s true. He didn’t have to stand here. But if an angel was populating your bathroom you’d want to take a peek, would you not? That’s how he thinks you look. Angelic. Glowing from your soul, a content smile knitted on your lips. You might as well have a halo and wings – that heaven-sent aura is reinforced when you douse yourself in lingering washes of that sweet perfume that’s branded itself to you. He’d recognise that floral aroma anywhere, the way a shark detects a drop of blood amongst saline scattered seas. 

“Okay, I’m ready. How do I look?”

Cruelest question of them all. “You look… fine. Good.”

A knot forms in your brow. “All this effort for that terrible answer?” Playful, but with a truthful undertone. Why do you value his opinion so much? He doesn’t want to assume anything. 

“Well I’m not the person you’re dressing up for.” I wish I was. He doesn’t say the other words, but he thinks them so hard he’s half convinced if you were listening in the right spot, or looking into his eyes for long enough that you’d hear it anyway. 

“Okay, okay, whatever. Let’s just get going, don’t wanna keep Mack waiting.” 

Two letters. That’s all it would take. That’s all he’d have to swap to make it him.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

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Even if you aren’t aware, even if he did offer, he drives begrudgingly. He focuses as much as he can, on the road ahead and not your glistening figure beside him in the passenger seat, the very definition of temptation. 

The mall parking lot is barren, a few gleaming cars scattered amongst the otherwise desolate area. He pulls into a space, sets the car in park, rakes in a greedy sigh of air. 

“If anything happens, call me.” 

You sneer teasingly. “Don’t be so pessimistic. It’s gonna be great, he could be my future husband, y’know.”

Yep. Mack, the 35 year old you've met online, who’s only notable talent seems to be skiing and his greatest life achievement to date is shooting a deer, whose head is mounted to the wall in his bedroom, typically visible in the background of his many instagram posts which involved his shirtless figure straining to flex his overly pronounced bulk. A match made in heaven. He wants to scream. 

And how can you even tell him to not be pessimistic? How can you look him in the eyes and act like this moment hasn’t happened time after time, the point of no return before an evening spent crying in his arms as he reassures you that your failed dates are never your fault, even though by now it seems like you must be seeking out the same genre of shitty man if you’re this good at getting your heart broken. He’s sick of picking up the fragile little pieces of his bathroom floor, cutting himself on the shards of a heart that’ll never be his. You deserve more than these half-baked, single night romances. He could show you that. 

“Yeah, sure,” he grits. “Future husband. Just call me, seriously.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll call you.” 

And with that, you’re off, disappearing into the gaping mouth of the mall’s entrance, and he watches with an alkaline feeling growing in his stomach. Your hair is caught up in the wind like clothing on a washline and he thinks his hope is all drained out. 

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Mike spends a good two hours back at his house. His movements feel vacuous, staring ahead at the screen, barely processing the raging garbage that masquerades as reality TV. The rain has picked up outside, licking at the window panes with a growing intensity. 

He’s not happy about the jean skirt and tiny little tank top you’d clad yourself in prior to leaving, you’re probably frigid by now in the cold. You did however reassure him that Mack was gonna drive you home, or even worse, take you back to his place, so his stupid fucking elk head trophie could watch with it’s empty eyes while the pair of you fuck on the bed that his mom still has to make for him because he never can quite manage those fitted sheets, can he? Fucking manchild. 

Shit. Mike’s feeling so so bitter. Maybe it’s because he’s finally realized that this is the dreaded pattern he’s going to have to endure with you until death. Or until he braves up and actually tells you that he’s been in love with you since the fifth day of second grade, when you mouthily confronted Jerry Murdoch and told him to give Mike his crayons back.  

With a weak sigh, he turns the TV off with a click of the remote still encaptured in the loose hold of his fist, and decides to see if he can melt into any form of sleep – but the knock on his door prevents him from doing so. 

He arises lethargically, not having much on his mind but the denial of his slumber as he shuffles over and turns the handle, but then, it’s you. 

Fluttery lashes melted to black smudges beneath your eyes, a mixture of rainwater and tears, completely drenched and dripping all over his doormat, your body is trembling and you’re wracked with tiny little cries and he’s feeling so many emotions he believes he might implode. 

He pulls you inside and into his arms, stroking your back in gentle, soothing motions, and it kills him that this has become routine. He’s angry. He’s sick of this. 

“What happened this time?” He grunts softly. 

“He didn’t even show up. He couldn’t even send a message as to why, Mike,” you sniffle into his warm chest, drunk off the even echo of his heartbeat. 

A moment’s silence rots like aged fruit. He draws a breath in, then out, then in again. 

“Why didn’t you call me?”

You crane your face upwards to meet him, instantly bathed in a nervous shiver when you see how serious he looks. 

“My phone was dead.” Is all you can manage to mumble. 

“What?” He’s pissed. “Why didn’t you charge it? You could have charged it there, they have outlets at the mall. Or you could’ve used someone else’s, so you didn’t have to walk home in the rain, because you’re drenched.” 

“I don’t–”

“Y’know how dangerous it is to walk around alone in this shitty neighborhood? Half the street lights don’t even work, and I don’t even know any of my neighbors, or what kinda people walk around here at night.” He grumbles. “I shouldn’t have to tell you all this, I’m sick of explaining all this to you.”

You roll your eyes irritably, releasing yourself from his arms and crossing your own across your dripping wet torso. “How was I supposed to know he was gonna stand me up? You’re telling me I should just expect it?”

He blinks like a deer in headlights, silence settles into his flesh.

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

You scoff. “It’s what you implied.” 

“It’s not what I—” He grumbles weakly under his breath, cutting himself off, deciding reasoning with you is somewhat of a useless attempt. “Why can’t you just listen to me?”

“What, charge my phone next time? Bring a raincoat? Yeah, great help, seriously, don’t know where I’d be without you,” your sarcasm hits like gunshot wounds to the teeth. 

“Or maybe you should try to meet actual people, instead of fake ones from some stupid website.” 

After a cold shiver bites up your spine, your expression deepens with defense. What is his fucking problem? “At least I try to get out of the house! At least I don’t spend every hour of every day moping around and feeling sorry for myself!” 

The pair of you fight, sure, every good relationship, friend or romance or family or whatever should, but nothing like this. This is stone-set, it’s been coming for a while, the wild gesticulations and the pacing and the raised voices. It shakes the bones of the weakened house. 

“Don’t,” Mike says with a furious edge, fists tightening and untightening like he’s about to take a swing at the wall, like this is going to end with bleeding knuckles nipped with shards of worn plaster. “Don’t throw that in my face, I do everything I can, for you and Abby. It’s not like I have a choice.”

“So what, you’re so fucking miserable in your own life that you have to try and control mine?”

“Control? You’re like my child! You don’t even know how to take care of yourself half the time, so yes, I try to help you not to make such shitty decisions!” 

You scowl. “You’re not obligated to do anything for me, y’know Mike. Why do you keep me around if I’m that much of a chore for you!”

He snaps, the tension in his fists bleeding up into his throat, his mouth, the words clot behind his gums and suddenly they tumble out in a fury-fueled shout. “Because you’ve got no one else!” 

You deflate, wilting like a flame without oxygen, and Mike deems the silence to be more cruel than anything else you’ve said to him tonight. He’s feeling everything and nothing all at once, the quiet crumbles around him like a burning building and he fears he’ll become rubble beneath the debris. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just… god, just–” His eyes flick to you, and then retreat back down to the faded living room carpet. He can’t swallow his guilt this time. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped like that.”

“It’s fine,” you say coldly, knuckling away an angry tear. The salt water is the trick of nostalgia, you’ve cried like this so many times. Your breakage of those promises to yourself. It’ll be different. And it never is. 

“No. It’s not – I’m a dick, I just… I hate watching other people ruin your life. You deserve better.”

Better. What is better? Some twisted fantasy that some people are indulged with and others are left longing for. That you’re left longing for. You know he’s tired of the same bullshit that you force yourself through, convincing yourself of change, painting yourself up to be fit for presentation, and hoping that whoever you’ve leeched onto likes what they see, so you don’t have to feel so alone anymore. You’re oblivious, painfully so. Because Mike could plaster together the cracks in your splintering psyche, if you’d just let him in. 

“Whatever, Mike. It’s true anyway.”

There’s a hole in his heart in the shape of your name. He begs you. Fill it. A part of him shatters at the defeat in your words — he’s crumbled you to the bone, to the marrow. He’ll build you back up. You deserve it. 

“No it isn't. No it isn’t. You have me. You’ll always have me.” 

A silence pervades; the look in his eyes is one of pleading, that you’ll stop and see what he’s offering you, that you’ll stop chasing your own tail, that you’ll stop the cycle. 

“Mike…”

“And Abby.”

You indulge him. 

“You have me. And you have Abby. And I know that’s… not much, but she loves you. So much. And I’m sorry, ‘cause I know I don’t say it enough, I don’t…. I don’t say how much you mean to me, but I just—”

“Mike.” 

He wallows in the waters of your rain kissed eyes, the way your pupils pulse and the words are falling before he can swallow them back down. 

“I love you.”

He gives you that stare. That stare that’s the color of black coffee, the look that you can feel, unearthing the graveyard of wilting feelings you’ve tried to bury, the heart that beats for him him him, lodged between the ivory bars of your ribcage. He maps you out with his eyes, he looks at you the way the sun hungers for daybreak. 

He’s waiting. He’d wait forever. 

“And… and seeing you with these… shitty people who don’t even care about you, it just…” He sighs exasperatedly, dragging a sweaty palm down his face. 

His sentences can’t seem to finish themselves. This is harder than it looks in the movies. Harder than when he’s practiced in the mirror, when Abby’s walked in and giggled at him and told him to just fess up. 

“You love me? Like…”

He looks up at you like a kicked puppy. “Yeah. I do.”

You’re beyond bewildered. He loves you. He loves you. 

“What– but… you—”

“You don’t have to… say anything. I just, I can’t… I can’t pretend anymore. I can’t do it.”

You reach for his hand. It’s a little clammy, a little trembly, but it’s a perfect fit. Just like you. 

“I love you too, Mike.”

What?

“You… do?”

He’s skeptical, but he’s also swooning. A stone man is slowly cracking. 

“I just didn’t… didn’t think I could have you. I mean, you’re so… you’re everything, y’know? You’re a good brother, and you work so hard, and you’re… I’m just… I don’t think I deserve you,” you whisper, confessing. With a newfound stroke of confidence, he approaches, one hand snaking around to the small of your back, another on your cheek. He’s gentle. In his eyes, you’re porcelain. Precious. Fragile. At least, at this moment. But you love him too and that’s all he needs. It’s all he’s ever needed. 

“You deserve everything.” He says it so quietly it’s barely audible. And then, nothing is audible because he’s carefully pulling your lips to his, linking you in every way, his hands tangle into your damp hair and he’s kissing you. 

His lips chase yours in messy, uncalculated movements. He’s starting small. It’s been a while. And he’s gonna take his time with you. He’s gonna show you what you deserve. Soft sounds squeak past his lips as they flutter against yours, and you’re closer and closer and closer still, impossibly so. 

Within moments he’s whisking you off to his bedroom, his hand tangled with yours, an interlace tight enough to cause ropeburn. His skin chafes with yours, and then he’s kissing you again atop his navy comforter. 

He’s gentle, respectful, but you understand what he’s trying to tell you, what he’s been trying to tell you. He speaks through silken drags of his tongue, through the hand that holds your cheek steady— he feels as though he’s gripping the very cusp of a constellation. You taste like stardust. You glow like the waning moon. 

He breathes heavily in the expanse of his throat, his pants have become tight and wet and filthy; he’s been subconsciously grinding down into your lap. You’re a little shaky and your pupils have darkened with lust and he is going to show you what you mean to him. What you’ve been missing. 

His hand falls lower, into the slope of torso that dips into your hips. His eyes travel back and forth, searching, hunting for the desire that he feels mirrored back at him. Do you want this, the way he does? Do you? His hardened stare doesn’t speak loud enough. He elaborates.

“Can I… uh… do you wanna…?”

Do you want to? You need to. 

“Shit, okay,” he croaks out, jaw tense and tight as he traces you beneath calloused fingers. You didn’t realize you said that out loud. 

He’s endearingly awkward – you know from languid late-night conversations that he hasn’t done this a lot. Maybe even at all. But he’s sweet, so sweet, like lapping up sugar and feeling it dissolve on your tongue, feeling him dissolve on your tongue, giving you comfort and cavities. 

“Can I take this off?” He asks nervously, fiddling with the hem of your camisole. A short nod, and he’s sliding it over your sweat-pricked figure, admiring your contours in the whisper of evening moonlight that bleeds through holes in his moth-eaten curtains. You’re perfect, and he knew you would be. 

He caresses your skin gently, drunk on the mellow feeling of your bare stomach beneath his fingertips. Your bra is black, a little lace peering along the straps, your breasts spilling into the fabric. He reaches around your back, fumbling at the clasp. When the garment drops, his hands are replacing it before you can even blink. 

“Beautiful,” he manages to get out, thumbing over your nipples. 

“Mngh, Mike—”

“Sh. Just let me… just let me. Let me make you feel good. Please?” He grunts out under his breathless voice, and how could you deny such a request?

The moment you agree, he’s grabbing you by the thighs and tugging you towards him slightly, so your back is nearly flat against his mattress and he’s settling himself in the gap that you create for him. 

Your skirt comes off first. Your panties are undeniably soused, his fingers trace the big wet spot that’s dripping all for him, teasing you through torturously thin cotton. 

“Mike,” you mewl gently, fingers settling in his nest of chocolate curls that are damp with sweat. A firm tweak and he’s groaning, his voice melting away into nothing like hot tar. 

“You’re so wet,” he mumbles to himself, like he’s never seen anything like it. Probably not in a while. His finger hooks beneath the waistband, pulls it out gently, and lets it go. It slaps against your hip bone and another fresh sound seeps from your lips.  

“Mike, shit, please just do something—”

“Okay,” he whispers, more to himself than you, carefully sliding your panties from your waist, down past your ankles, and he’s tossing them to join the pile of clothes that has begun to collect on his bedroom floor. 

You’re here, before him. The girl he waited for. Your soft flesh is glistening, clenching painfully around nothing, and he’s salivating at the sight of you. He pries your legs out further with his warm hands, leaving them to linger on your bare flesh for a few drawn out moments, before he claims what’s rightfully his. 

He presses a trialing kiss to your clit, and your back curves delicately, fingers tightening their grasp in his hair. He moans into you at this action, and you, in turn, moan as well. Confidence creates itself in him with each little whimper that he gets you to release, and he’s answering back, hearing your cries, your calls of his name with his own unabashed exclamations of pleasure. This is just as good for him, as it is for you. 

“Mike,” you whine gently, and he’s mumbling weak praise right into your cunt. 

“Fuck, you’re so pretty. Wanted this for so long.”

It’s barely audible between his languid sucks; he’s lapping at your drooling entrance, fingers subtly creeping closer, up and along your thighs and settling right above your throbbing clit. He presses his thumb against it, tracing sinful circles against your bud— once, twice, and then you’re far too close to the edge. 

“Oh, Mike I’m gonna come,” you choke out between gasps. 

“Do it. Please.”

He’s begging you. 

And you oblige. With a trembling sob, your thighs tense around his head, keeping him locked in place, capturing him and making sure he finishes the job, and oh does he plan to. When you soar, he’s still holding you in place, soothing the electric sparks pulsating throughout your body. 

He savors your sounds, and when they stop coming, he presses a lingering peck on your inner thigh, stubble scraping at the sensitive dermis. He then raises his face to your level, the light coruscating off the filthy souvenir etched all over his face, your glittering arousal that he wears so proudly. 

He steals a proper kiss from you, rubbing your side as a gentle comfort. He’s completely hard now, tenting his sweats, leaking against the fabric. You gingerly reach out, tracing what you assume to be the head of his cock, and he sags, boneless, against your touch. 

“Fuck, baby I—”

“Baby?” You chuckle softly, still hazed from the candy-coated afterglow of your orgasm. The first of many, he hopes. 

“Mngh— g… got a problem?” He grumbles softly, almost quivering as you begin to palm him with purpose.

“It’s out of character,” you tell him gently. 

“Shit, can I be inside you?” He asks you, voice ripped raw. 

And once again, Mike Schmidt leaves you breathless. 

“Yeah. I need it. I need you.”

He groans, slipping off his pants and boxers without so much as another word from your swollen lips. He’s hard, angrily so, his cock pulses violently and a little whimper escapes through the crack in his bitten lips when it slaps against his stomach. 

He’s stroking himself slowly, base to tip and then back again, collecting the pearls of precum that dribble from his slit. He’s never been so ready for something. For you. It’s all for you. 

He’s holding you, thumbing your hip bones and gently nudging himself into your hole, cooing at every cry that crawls from the crevices of your throat. When he bottoms out, finally, it’s safe to say that he gets a little dumb. “Oh, shit, I’m not— not gonna last long, you’re so tight, shit…” He’s rambling a little. It’s cute. 

A few wandering kisses land on you the way dandelion spores decorate a skyline – your cheek and your chin and your jaw, as he waits for you to let him move. You’re squeezing him for all he’s got and he’s three seconds away from spilling before he’s even so much as thrusted. You do this to him. 

All those days, staring into your eyes and wondering if you’d ever see him the way you do, all those nights, stroking your hair and softening your saddened sobs after failed date after failed date. They’re all worth it. 

You’re clamping down on him, warm and wet and wavering, and you’re exhaling softly through your nose and telling him to move, begging him to move, to make you feel good, and it’s what he does. 

He pumps into you with passion, magnetized to your every movement. He’s satisfying a decade worth of insatiable craving, he’s chasing your hips with his. You end where he begins. 

The headboard creaks and slams against thin plastered walls, one hand grips onto it with alabaster knuckles and the other one holds your hips for better leverage. He doesn’t need to say it, but each knocked kiss of his pelvis to yours is a silent I love you I love you I love you. 

“Oh my god Mike,” you sob, and he slides himself deeper, hitting everywhere he wants to reach. Everywhere to make you quiver beneath him.

“You d—don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he moans lowly. “How many times I’ve imagined you like— like this.”

He’s blabbering, every stray thought that passes through his head is already blossoming on his tongue and out into the air before he can even think twice. Admittedly, you’re too blissed out in your own mind to really respond, but it’s arousing all the same. 

“You’re so… so beautiful,” he’s flushed and he’s faltering, and you know he’s close before he even announces it. 

“Shit, baby, I can’t— can’t last much longer,” he stammers, his bruising pace beginning to shake. 

“Do it in me, Mike, please, please,” shit, are you trying to kill him? Your word is the only law he knows, and he’s wrapping his arms around your torso and diving his head in the elegant slope of your collarbone, biting down into the skin and spasming somewhere deep in your welcoming walls. 

He tries to keep himself quiet, but it’s really a futile effort. His hips jut sporadically as he empties himself inside you, and the sudden flood of subtle heat is all it takes for you to topple over as well. 

Bliss teeters back into reality after a seemingly ceaseless moment. He peels his head from its previous position to admire you, to stroke a stray lock of hair from your forehead and nervously greet it with a kiss.

He doesn’t let go of you. Not now, not ever, he thinks to himself. His arms snake around you tighter, and somehow it’s even more intimate after the fact. His bare chest collides with your back, his nose rests comfortably against the crown of your head. The pair of you follow each other into a dreamless sleep, safe in the sanctuary of a warm bed and an even warmer embrace. 

He’s found his new familiar. 

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[leavemethefuckalne]

Lesson Learnt - Hange Zoë

Hange can't stand it when reader is a brat so has no choice but to fuck them to their senses c;

MINORS DNI !!

Hange, they're so sweet bless them. They'd do anything to please you and make you happy. Even with how difficult you can be sometimes, they do their best to meet your standards and to satisfy you no matter what.

"Is that what I asked for?" Hange's expression is blank, trying to process what they've done wrong. "Ahh my bad I'll just return it, I still have the receipt, my apologies dear." Hange reaches forward to collect the wrong item they had purchased off the table. This was the second time they'd done this, Hange can't seem to remember the difference between loose makeup powder and pressed powder. You sigh in annoyance, trying your best to not let it show in your speech but failing . "It's fine, I'll just manage with it." You say bluntly. You didn't mean to, it's just that today you were going to dinner with your coworkers. This would be the first time that they'd meet Hange and you wanted things to go perfectly, hence why your stress levels were higher than usual.

You were finishing up your makeup when you asked Hange to help pick out and iron your favourite red dress. "The one that I always wear for special occasions." You described to Hange. Hange started scrambling through your closet, trying to locate the dress you were referring to. They came across two red dresses, both that you usually wear to evening events. You were already quite annoyed at the fact that you were running slightly late and poor Hange didn't want to ask further questions about which dress it was between the two. So they betted on their luck and went with the first option. 

Unfortunately for Hange, it was the other dress that you wanted to wear. You entered the bedroom only to find your short red dress layed out on the bed. You felt as your suppressed temper started to rise to your throat, spreading out to your temples. "Hange!" They quickly came running from downstairs to your bedroom. "What's wrong dear?" You scoffed and looked around in disbelief, eyes searching for an audience who'd understand you. "What's wrong? What's wrong?!" "I told you to pick out the dress I always wear, this is a formal night with my co-workers why the fuck would you pick this skimpy shit out for me?!" A stoic expression takes over Hange's usual sheepish face, you could swear the reflection in their eye had dimmed ever so slightly. They swallow thickly and let out a sigh, picking up the dress from the bed and hanging it back in the closet. They pick out the second dress and turn on the iron and begin ironing it, all without exchanging a word. 

You were too riled up to even notice Hange's character and continue muttering to yourself in annoyance. "And now we're going to be late, have you even ironed your blazer Hange?" "Yes y/n I have." "And your pants?" "Yes y/n I have." You look over your shoulder at them, still ironing your clothes. It was a little unusual for them to refer to you by just your first name alone but you didn't question it as you were too busy trying to pick out which bag to take.

It was now quarter to 6. You had fifteen minutes left to get there. It's a fifteen minute drive and you had both still not left yet. You couldn't find the car keys and you could've sworn Hange last had them. "How many fucking times Hange oh my God you just love misplacing everything!" Hange remained quite, looking around the living room and checking behind the sofa to see if it had fallen behind it. It's not like you to have a go at Hange, but you've been so stressed out over this dinner that you've accidentally taken some of it out on them. Eventually you found it, it was in Hange's coat pocket, the one they wore out when they went to buy your powder. You didn't even berate them for it, you just rolled your eyes muttering a unnecessary "how surprising" at them.

You managed to arrive only 5 minutes late to the venue. You'd usually wait for Hange to get out from the driver's side and come open the door for you but you let your snarkiness get the best of you, opening your own door yourself and rushing into the venue without them. Not your smartest move and one you'd regret later on.

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Dinner went fine, you received compliments on your dress and everyone was really friendly and kind to Hange. You did notice that they were a little quieter than their usual extroverted self, you didn't bat an eye to it though. Whilst eating, you placed your hand on Hange's lap, as you usually do for comfort. You were met with shock as you felt Hange gently brushing off your embrace with their hand. They didn't even turn to face you whilst doing so, leaving you staring at their side profile, scanning their face for any sort of answer. Throughout the night, Hange wouldn't let you touch them even in the slightest ways; ways that you usually do when you're feeling anxious or awkward. You tried to keep your cool and not make a scene in front of everyone, pretending like you didn't notice when Hange would move their leg away any time your knees would touch, or when Hange would slightly shift over when they felt you were too close.

The night was drawing to an end and you and your co-workers said your goodbyes and parted ways. Hange made their way out of the venue leaving you behind and entering the car without helping you get in. The car ride back was silent. Only the clicking of the indicator and gentle rumbling of the engine filling in the silence. The silence did allow you to reflect on how you were speaking to Hange before you left. It's only now that the severity of your actions had started to hit you. You felt like an idiot for not noticing Hange's stoic behaviour, even when she was calling you by your first name. You just thought you'd be able to talk it out when you got home.

Hange pulled up into the drive way and parked; getting out the car without bothering to open your side of the door for you. It was a simple gesture, one that most people would overlook, but Hange always insisted on opening your side of the door. You were their princess after all as they would say so. You climbed out the door, trying not to stumble in your heels and made your way in after them.

Before you could even shut the door, Hange had already cornered you by the door frame, leaving just an inch of space between you both. You could feel their warm breath on your cheeks, melting the stiffness on your face from the cold December weather outside. You'd be a liar if you said you weren't a little scared right now. "Hange I-"

"Shut the fuck up." Their tone was laced with anger yet they delivered it so calmly. You were terrified, hell, you could feel your knees bucking down against the door in a desperate attempt to further the distance between you and them.

They used their right knee to forecfully push your knees back up straight, closing the distance, grabbing your chin with their left hand. "I swear to you y/n you fucking piss me off sometimes, I swear to God you do." You felt sqeemish under their overwhelming presence, any confidence you had earlier on had completely vanished.  Hange's knee was moving dangerously close to your core. You closed your eyes to protect yourself from their gaze. 

A barely audible "I'm sorry" was all you could let out under them. "You're such a little fucking brat y/n, what did I do huh? All because I didn't get your powder is that it? Or was it the keys, was it all over that? You think you can talk to me however you want? I can't stand it y/n you know I can't." Hange never raises their voice at you, they weren't even being loud. But something about their tone was scaring you, you had never seen them like this. "I'll make it up to you I promise, I'm swear I'm sorry." That was all you could make out in a desperate attempt to be let off the hook this one time. "Oh you will be, don't you worry about that." Hange said before they removed theirself from you, ordering you upstairs.

---

"Strip"

You didn't even protest. You slowly began taking off your jewellery, placing it on the vanity. They were starting so intently that their eyes alone could undress you. You couldn't reach the zip at the back of your dress. You turned your back towards Hange and they quickly caught on. They began tracing your body with their calloused fingertips, all the way up from the curve of your hips to the tops of your shoulder blades, then to the centre, slowly ziping down your dress, knuckles brushing down your backside as a guide for their movements. Synchronised, their hands peel of the straps on each side of your shoulders, allowing you to pull the dress down to your ankles, leaving you in just your undergarments. 

You could feel your embarrassment rising from your feet to your face; this was just one of many times where you have been exposed to Hange but never like this. You felt like you were being preyed on. "What the fuck are you waiting for, take the rest off." Hange commanded. There was no protest on your end. You turned to face them again, unclipping your bra slowly, removing it and placing it on the floor. Your underwear followed swiftly. You couldn't tell if it was the size of Hange's pupils that made their eyes appear so dark or if it was the thick lust clouding their once brown pupils. Your nippes hardened at the cool breeze of the room, goosebumps forming from the cold or from Hange's stare sending chills down your spine.

"On the bed."

You positioned yourself towards the centre of your bed, staring intensely at the ceiling. You could hear Hange unbuttoning their shirt and removing their pants. They still had their vest and boxers on. "Are you gonna behave for me?" Your anxiety rolled up and lodged like a ball in your throat. You swallowed it down thickly almost causing you to choke on your words. "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes Hange."

"Good girl."

"I don't like doing this baby you know that, but I don't like it when you behave like that." Hange spoke with discipline yet with care. "I know Hange, I'm sorry." You let out, accepting your fate. "I know you are baby, I know." Hange leaned forward and placed a kiss on your forehead, almost like she was accepting your apology and apologising at the same time for what was about to come. 

---

The teasing. It went on for what felt like hours.

Hange was positioned on top of you, their legs on each side of your hips, both arms placed on either side of your head to support their weight. They'd leave a trail of kisses from your neck to your stomach; nibbling gently at your collar bones, marking you. They kissed you, tounge entering your mouth, dancing it's own rhythm, you struggling to match their energy back. There was no fight for dominance here, Hange had taken it all from you. Their hand would carefully trace from your neck, down to your chest and up to your right breast, their palm slowly caressing the soft flesh whilst catching your areola between their index and ring finger, rolling the sensitive nub gently. 

A series of whimpers and soft moans were released into Hange's mouth, still connected with your own. You almost forgot this was supposed to be a punishment. They disconnect from your lips for a moment, bringing their hand from your nipple to your mouth, now using their index finger to hush your lips gently "Shh, baby I don't wanna hear it. I've heard enough of you today." You whine again silently in protest and from the loss of sensation from your nipple. They began repeating this process, now moving onto your left breast; leave a trail of kisses and marks, then halting their movements any time they'd hear you whimper or notice you were showing any signs of enjoyment.

You were growing increasingly impatient by the minute and wasn't sure how much of this you could endure before crying from frustration. Hange's ego was being fuled by seeing you rilled up and desperate under their simple touches. You could tell by the way their lip would curl up into a smirk against your mouth anytime you would let out the slightest noise, mouth agape from their movements. They loved seeing you whine and protest every time their mouth would go back to work on the same areas without going down to where you really needed them.

Hange can't get enough of seeing you like this, but they're not cruel. After what seemed like forever, they finally began increasing their movements, their mouth now working on your breasts. Their hands traced the sides of your stomach gently in an up and down motion as their tongue worked around your hardened nipple's, the tip gently dipping into the ducts, sucking and nibbling gently around the flesh. You tried your best to contain your whimpers but it was all too much, your hands now also desperately searching for any sort of grounding to latch onto, finally settling on Hange's toned back. Hange abruptedly detached themselves from your body, only  connected still by your hips. 

"A ah ah." Hange warns as you whimper at the loss of connection. "What did I say about making noise hmm, and those hands are too loose, let's say we do something about them?" You object to their request but you have no say in what they choose to do to you tonight. Hange peels themselves off you, and off the bed. You could finally close the gap between your legs attempting to soothe the ache between your thighs as discretely as possible. You could hear them shuffling around through the drawers looking for something.

You got too carried away as you didn't even notice them towering above and staring directly at you, unimpressed by your actions. They had their harness on with the dildo to the side, and in their hands some rope and your underwear. You felt their two hands forcefully pull your legs apart, your eyes shot open, placing themselves between your legs again. You heard a slapping noise followed by a sharp stinging on your thigh. "Don't try that again y/n. This is your final warning." They sooth the stinging pain on your thigh with their hand. "I'm sorry, I just need you to ple-" another slapping noise ripped though the now warm air, followed by another stinging pain. "You're really testing the waters y/n. Fucking brat, shut up and be a good girl for me for once."

They grabbed the rope they had placed on the bed and used it to gently tie a knot between your wrists. They then grabbed your discarded underwear, "Here, since you can't seem to shut up." They squeezed the sides of your mouth open and shoved in your laced garment. You wriggled in protest, more so for your hands to be freed. Hange ignored you and began kissing your navel, moving down to your pelvis and thighs. They lifted one of your legs onto their shoulder,  slowly kissing down from your shin to your  inner thighs, so so close yet so far to the throbbing heat between your legs. You let out a stifled moan, the fabric of your panties muffling your sounds. 

Hange finally started placing gentle kisses just above your core, lips just gently grazing the top of your vulva. They took their two fingers and gently traced between your lips, gathering up some of your arousal. The feeling had your mind running laps, it was the first kind of contact you'd gotten since this all started. You were breathing frantically, letting out chopped whimpers and moans through the fabric, hands writhing between the ropes. Hange continued like this, just like as before; peppered kisses along your thighs and vulva, gentle traces around the outsides and then withdrawal. This was your breaking point.

Your throat hurt from the constant moaning, you couldn't take it anymore. Hange pulled their hand away from your core, instantly being met with persistent protests from you, then gathering enough slick before taking your panties out of your mouth and replacing it with their two fingers to pacify you. "Can you do a quick taste test for me, I need to see if you're ready or still need more work." You desperately swirled your tongue around their fingers, sucking hard and tasting yourself, nibbling gently at the flesh of their blunt fingertips. "Now tell me, have you learnt your lesson yet?" They ask, removing their fingers from your mouth being instantly met with your response. "Yes Hange, please, I'm sorry ohmygosh I'm sorry just please I'm begging you please." Hange had to hold back a moan from your voice, seeing you like this made a mess of them too. "Please what darling, use your language baby what is it that you want?" "You! Your fingers, anything oh please fuck me Hange please fuck me I wanna cum so bad please I'm begging you." You moan back desperately, not a single ounce of shame laced in your response. 

How could Hange say no to such a sweet request. "That's my good girl, you're so good for me, I'll give you what you want I promise." They swiftly remove the rope from your hands, using their palm to soothe the burn. They leave a trail of kisses from your neck all the way down to your navel, just above your bush. Finally, Hange starts to go down on you, they lick a stripe up from the bottom of your vulva to the top, tongue lapping at the hood of your puffy and swollen clit. A sinful moan rips through your vocal chords, your body shaking from pleasure. Your hands palm at the well roughend bedsheets, one arm finally resting at the top of Hange's hair gripping for relief. They can't help but also moan at your reaction, sending vibrations through your core. They rest both their hands onto your thighs and caress them gently, their tongue coaxed with your slick and cum, the salty flavour mixing with their saliva. 

"You're so fucking wet for me baby" Hange keeps the praises coming as your moans get more and more frequent. They gently suck on your puffy clit, using their tounge to do gentle small licks in between. Your eyes are shut tight as your hands instinctively push Hange's head further into your core for more release. "Just like that ah, Hange oh fuck fuck" Hange removes their right hand from your thigh and gentle inserst their ring and midde finger into your core, fucking you gently whilst sucking and flicking your hood with their tongue. You could feel your eyes practically roll to the back of your skull as Hange's long slender fingers rim through your spongey walls, curling and rubbing your sweet spot over and over again. 

Hange knows your body too well, more than you do, they can tell the knot in your stomach is seconds from being undone so, slowly they retract their movements, causing you to moan in dissent. "Relax baby relax, I've not even used the strap yet, I'm not going anywhere. Where would you like to be, on your front or back?" "Any fucking where Hange I don't fucking care." Hange laughs at your response, leaning forward to kiss your sweaty forehead. "Atta princess, just lie there and look pretty for me m'kay imma make you feel good." 

Hange finally removed their vest, exposing their perky tits and defined torso. Hange attached the dildo to the strap, now kneeling on the bed. "How about on your back so I can see your pretty face when you come undone for me, how does that sound?" Hange reaches forward and grabs two pillows, placing one just under your tailbone and the other under your head. "Just get on with it please Hange." you moan back begging, Hange can't help but laugh at your desperation. "You're so fucking feisty gosh y/n, gonna have to fuck that attitude out of you." 

They meant it.

Hange aligns themself with your entrance, the tip just barely going in. They lean forward, grazing their nipples along your chest and scoop their arms under yours, allowing you to hold onto their back for support. Finally, they enter you slowly, pushing in inch by inch. Your moans coaxed Hange's ears like sweet honey, a sluttery voice that made them want to take you there and then without waiting. But they refused to. They patiently waited for you to give them the heads up to continue moving. "You take me so well baby, just tell me when you're ready and I'll go." You nodded in response into the crook of their neck. They slowly began pulling out and then pushing back in, eventually picking up the pace.

"Hange faster please!" you moaned out, your speech slurred and mixed with desperation. "As you wish princess" Hange sat up and placed one of your legs over your shoulder. They then positioned themselves between your legs, hitting you at an angle and at an increasing speed. More sinful moans errupted from your throat, not holding back anymore. Hange guided the shaft of the dildo right to the hilt of your core, your cum and slick leaking onto the pillow beneath you. "Gosh you're so fucking wet baby, ugh you take my cock so well. Wanna fill you up so bad." Hange can't help but babble out loud; you're too fucked to even process what they're saying, only responding with your whimpers and moans.

Hange keeps up the pace, using one arm to hold your leg in place and the other to keep hold of your pelvis, keeping you in place. "Hange I'm close I'm so close please don't stop, oh" They could see you writhing more and more under their hold, your knot finally being loosened, ready to be burst open at any givin moment. They wanna give it to you so bad, knowing that you deserve it after being patient for so long. And they finally do: hot flashes of white took over your vision, "Fuck fuck Hange I'm coming holy fuck oh" ; your core throbbing so tightly around Hange's girth, as they continued to fuck you through your orgasm still not stopping. You couldn't even moan anymore, your body shook violently from pleasure, back arching off the mattress, slowly riding it out. "That's it beautiful, oh you're so fucking good for me, cum for me princess." Hange slowly decreased their pace, still trying to help you ride out your high. Hange was still yet to halt their movements, trying to make it last out for as long as possible. You started to whine from overstimulation and gently grabbed Hange's hips to a stop. Hange, still inside you, leaned forward and placed soft gentle kisses all over your body in attempt to ground you back to reality. 

"You did so well princess I'm so proud of you. Imma pull out now so I can clean us up okay baby?" You nodded and Hange slowly pulled out, your cum slowly following through. Hange grabbed a wet, warm towel and gently started wiping the mess between your thighs and on your body. They removed the strap and joined you on the bed, laying next to you. You lean over and place your head on their chest, matching the rhythm of their breathing. They move a hand to stroke your hair gently, tilting their head down to place gently kisses on the sides of your face and hair. Hange looks from over your shoulder and admires their work: Your body is littered with marks and love bites. "I hope I didn't hurt you too much dear?" You hum a no in response. You were so fucked out of reality you weren't really saying much. Hange's praises were slowly grounding you: "You did do well baby." "You did amazing." "I'm proud of you."

...

"Don't think I've forgiven you that easily. We're not done yet."

That one brought you to your senses real quick.

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Louis Howard - Opening

So mistakes have been made in my life lol. I jotted out that opening bit for the prologue before actually going back through the Midcin prologue and realizing how very very long it is and how much character introduction happens in it. Oh wellll… I do have one part of the prologue posted, it isn’t quite up to my standard I think but the goal here is to focus on getting work out & get better at editing faster.

What’s below is the interaction with the MC & Louis that happens in the Midcin prologue to set the tone for how their relationship will go. If at some point anyone is actually reading these and would be interested in the prologue I will actually finish it but I think the only part anyone would be interested in will be their favorite suitor anyway.

Lettie watched the moon from the water in the courtyard fountain, dipping her fingers into it and watching it ripple. Trying to remember the names and titles of all the people she had met that day, she couldn’t keep her mind from wandering to the responsibilities at home left unfinished. Feeding the chickens, weeding the garden, Mdm. Dubois’ tincture for her cough took at least a week to soak and she probably only had a bit over two weeks left…

She looked up at the moon where it hung in the sky. Where the hell am I? She felt like she was in the wrong book. Thousands of stars glittered regally around the full moon, a blank white slate ruling the sky. Lettie looked down over her shoulder to the reflection in the pond and dipped her fingers into the moon again, wondering how many times it could distort and still remain the same.

“You again?”

Lettie turned at the voice in front of her. It was the rude blonde nobleman she had met at the selection ball, the one whose coat she dirtied when they ran into each other. Not the other rude blonde nobleman who kissed her hand and flirted with her like a courtesan when they met earlier today.

Uninterested in putting up with any more for the day, she looked back over her shoulder and continued disturbing the stars. “Me again.”

She turned abruptly again when he bent at the waist, examining her more closely.

“Your freckles are gone.” He said, taking in the powder she had been coated with down to her dress’ collar.

She scooted over a place on the fountain ledge, away from him. “Yes, your grace, I had heard they were not in your favor.”

Lettie didn’t necessarily mean to be sarcastic, but she didn’t necessarily care either. This man had already made it clear to her that he thought she was beneath him the last time they met. He stood at his full height, still observing her. His hand reached towards her, and she leaned away. Regardless he hooked his finger around a lock of fringe pinned back and gently tugged it so it framed her face.

“There. That’s better.” He said quietly.

Lettie had done the same to the piece hanging on the other side when her hair was done earlier. Unsure what to make of him, she thought twice about it. His touch was oddly considerate as he straightened it into place. She looked up at him and something shifted in his features. It was hard not to notice even when they first met that he was statuesquely beautiful. Delicate features, pretty lips, and round blue eyes that went sharp and intense all of a sudden.

“What is that?” He demanded, then roughly grabbed the pendant Giles had presented her from her neck.

The chain dug into Lettie’s skin and she startled, the nobleman pulling it up to his eyes for a better look.

His expression twisted, “Why are you wearing this? This is worn exclusively by princesses next in line to the throne.”

Lettie smacked his hand away and stood up from the fountain, “And the Chamberlain chose me for it,”

He took a step back when she pushed away. “I told you to leave the palace, what would possess you to remain?”

As she turned her head away and dusted off the back of her dress she still watched his hands from the corner of her eye, “And I suppose I should take instruction from you? Or did you think you would frighten me?”

“Frightened is exactly what you should be,” he said with sharp edged ice.

The nobleman was glaring at her, blue eyes just as cold. “You don’t have what it takes to be princess. You should leave before it’s too late.”

Lettie glared back, “Speak plainly, already. What is your,”

Her words gave out when he gripped her wrist and looked her dead in the eye, “The thought of the kingdom’s future resting on a commoner like you makes me sick.”

Lettie wrenched her hand away but he let her go the moment she pulled back. Then he left, turning on his heel and storming away.

“What in the world,” she muttered, the anxious pounding in her heart finally registering to her mind as she watched him leave.

“Lettie!” Nico’s voice called from the canopied walkway around the courtyard.

He hopped over the railing, hurrying to her. “I saw from the bedroom. Who was that?”

“I… don’t know,” Lettie realized.

This was the second time they had met and he was somehow even more horrible to her. On both occasions their only communication was to snipe at each other, neither had asked or offered their name. Nico put his arm around her shoulder and walked her back towards the door.

“Are you alright?” He asked. “What was that about.”

“I’m alright, it’s fine… Just some bastard who will probably be a thorn in my side.” She sighed, then looked up at Nico.

“There is something I could use your help with though.”

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Crafted for both style and functionality, this executive desk redefines your workspace, elevating productivity and sophistication.

Indulge in the convenience of purchasing the Cooper L-Shape Executive Desk with Storage online. Available in elegant finishes like Premium White, Grey Bardolino Oak, Light Grey Chicago Concrete, Pacific Walnut, and Natural Dijon, this desk harmonizes with various office aesthetics effortlessly. Featuring a spacious L-shaped table top, integrated storage solutions, a modesty panel, and sturdy powder-coated metal legs, the Cooper Desk embodies timeless design and practicality. It's a statement piece that seamlessly combines elegance and utility for modern professionals.

Tailor your desk to fit your needs with optional add-ons such as a Cable Management System, Electrical Components, CPU Holder, Keyboard Tray, and Table top Divider. Personalize your workspace for enhanced efficiency.

Experience swift delivery within 3 to 7 working days for our standard Cooper L-Shape Executive Desk with Storage. For a bespoke experience, connect with us for tailored furniture options or schedule a consultation with our expert team today! Transform your office environment with the Cooper L-Shape Executive Desk with Storage. Experience unmatched comfort, style, and enduring quality in your workspace.

Iconic Office Furniture - Where Functionality Meets Elegance. Purchase the Cooper L-Shape Executive Desk with Storage now to elevate your work environment.

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Frame Table, designed by Gerdesmeyer Krohn in Cologne, Germany, showcases modern minimalism with a twist. Featuring a standard finish and full customizability, it allows owners to tailor it to their preferences while retaining its distinct look. Constructed from durable powder-coated steel, its frames are paired with Fenix Compact table tops in harmonizing shades, ensuring both style and longevity.

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How India Became a Global Leader in China Clay Powder Production

China clay, also known as kaolin, is a naturally occurring mineral that has been a cornerstone of numerous industries for centuries. China Clay Powder Manufacturers for its purity, smooth texture, and versatility, this white clay is extensively used in ceramics, paper, rubber, paint, and various other applications. India is one of the leading producers of high-quality china clay powder, making it a hub for industries seeking premium-grade raw materials.

What is China Clay Powder?

China clay is a soft, white mineral primarily composed of kaolinite. Its unique chemical properties, such as excellent whiteness, high brightness, low moisture content, and resistance to high temperatures, make it an indispensable material in various industries. The clay undergoes a meticulous refining process to produce fine-grade powder, ensuring it meets the stringent quality standards required for industrial applications.

Applications of China Clay Powder

Ceramics IndustryChina clay powder is a fundamental component in the ceramics industry. Its ability to enhance the strength, smoothness, and whiteness of ceramic products makes it highly desirable. From tiles and sanitary ware to pottery, kaolin is an essential raw material in crafting durable and aesthetically pleasing ceramic goods.

Paper IndustryIn the paper industry, china clay acts as a filler and coating material. It enhances the paper's brightness, opacity, and smoothness, making it ideal for high-quality printing and writing papers. The addition of kaolin improves printability and reduces production costs.

Paints and CoatingsAs an extender in paints, china clay powder improves the paint's opacity and durability. Its inclusion reduces the consumption of expensive pigments and enhances the overall finish and quality of the coatings.

Rubber IndustryIn the rubber industry, china clay is used as a filler to improve the mechanical properties of rubber products. It enhances elasticity, tensile strength, and resistance to wear, making it a valuable additive in the manufacturing of tires, hoses, and other rubber-based products.

Cosmetics and PharmaceuticalsDue to its non-toxic and absorbent properties, china clay powder is also used in cosmetics and pharmaceuticals. It serves as a base material in face powders, foundations, and ointments, ensuring a smooth texture and gentle application.

Why India is a Leading Producer of China Clay Powder

India has abundant reserves of high-quality kaolin, distributed across states like Gujarat, Rajasthan, Kerala, and West Bengal. These reserves, coupled with advanced mining and refining technologies, have positioned India as a global leader in the production of china clay powder. Indian manufacturers focus on delivering products that meet international standards, catering to the diverse needs of industries worldwide.

Characteristics of High-Quality China Clay Powder

To meet the rigorous demands of industries, china clay powder must possess specific characteristics:

High brightness and whiteness

Low moisture and impurity content

Consistent particle size distribution

Excellent plasticity and workability

Resistance to high temperatures

Choosing the Right Manufacturer

Selecting a reliable china clay powder manufacturer is critical to ensure the quality and performance of end products. Manufacturers that emphasize quality control, sustainability, and customer satisfaction often stand out in this competitive market. Additionally, the ability to customize products according to industry-specific requirements is a hallmark of a dependable supplier.

Leading China Clay Powder Manufacturers in India

The Indian market is home to numerous manufacturers specializing in high-quality china clay powder. Among them, Sudarshan Group is a name that stands out for its commitment to excellence and innovation. Known for its extensive experience, the company offers premium-grade china clay powder that meets the needs of various industries. Their dedication to quality, timely delivery, and customer satisfaction has earned them a stellar reputation in the market.

Conclusion

China clay powder plays a pivotal role in multiple industries, from ceramics and paper to paints and cosmetics. India, with its rich mineral resources and skilled manufacturers, has become a global hub for high-quality kaolin production. Whether you are looking for a reliable supplier for large-scale industrial applications or niche requirements, India offers a diverse range of options to suit your needs.

By choosing a trusted manufacturer like Sudarshan Group, businesses can ensure access to top-notch china clay powder that delivers superior performance and consistency in every application.

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Why Choose Industrial Oven Systems in Pune, Maharashtra?

Industrial ovens play a pivotal role across various industries, contributing to manufacturing efficiency, product quality, and process innovation. These systems are indispensable from curing and baking to powder coating and material testing. Businesses in Pune, Maharashtra, are increasingly adopting advanced Industrial Oven Systems to meet the demands of modern production processes. Let’s delve into their applications and benefits.

Applications of Industrial Ovens

Powder Coating and Surface Finishing

Industrial ovens are critical in the Powder Coating Oven in Pune, Maharashtra. These ovens are used for curing powder-coated finishes on metal surfaces. This ensures a durable, uniform, and aesthetically pleasing finish.

These ovens also form a vital part of the Surface Coating system in Pune, Maharashtra, enhancing the resistance of products to wear, corrosion, and environmental factors.

Automotive Industry

The automotive sector heavily relies on Paint Shop Systems in Pune, Maharashtra, India, where industrial ovens help cure automotive paints, ensuring a glossy and robust finish.

Specialized Paint Shop Booths in Pune, Maharashtra, combined with ovens create a controlled environment, ensuring optimal quality and efficiency.

Material Testing and Quality Assurance

Shower Tester Systems and industrial ovens are used in material testing, allowing manufacturers to simulate real-world conditions to ensure product durability and compliance with industry standards.

Food and Beverage Industry

Industrial ovens are also employed in the food sector for baking, roasting, and drying. Their precise temperature control and consistent performance enhance production efficiency.

Electronics Manufacturing

In electronics, industrial ovens are used for soldering and curing processes, which demand exacting temperature profiles to maintain product integrity.

Benefits of Industrial Oven Systems

Enhanced Efficiency: Modern Industrial Oven Systems in Pune, Maharashtra, are designed for energy efficiency, reducing operational costs while maintaining performance.

Customizability: These ovens can be tailored to specific industry requirements, whether for size, temperature range, or automation.

Improved Product Quality: Consistent temperature control ensures uniform results, enhancing the final product’s reliability and appearance.

Integration with Material Handling Systems: Incorporating Material Handling Systems in Pune, Maharashtra, with industrial ovens streamlines production, minimizes downtime, and optimizes workflow.

Why Choose Industrial Ovens in Pune, Maharashtra?

Pune’s burgeoning industrial landscape offers access to some of the most advanced Industrial Paint Systems in Pune, Maharashtra, and related technologies. Manufacturers here benefit from:

Local expertise in design and manufacturing.

Access to cutting-edge technologies.

Robust after-sales support and maintenance services.

Conclusion

Industrial ovens are more than just tools; they are essential systems driving innovation and efficiency across various industries. From Powder Coating Ovens in Pune, Maharashtra, to sophisticated Paint Shop Systems in Pune, Maharashtra, India, their applications are vast and integral to modern production. Investing in high-quality industrial oven systems can propel businesses toward higher productivity, better product quality, and sustainable operations.

For more insights into industrial oven technologies and their applications, connect with trusted suppliers and manufacturers in Pune, Maharashtra, today!

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JWHEEL's Innovative Designs in Custom Alloy Wheels

JWHEEL is a renowned manufacturer of custom alloy wheels, known for its innovative designs and commitment to quality. With a team of experienced designers and engineers, JWHEEL is constantly pushing the boundaries of what is possible in wheel design. In this article, we will explore JWHEEL's innovative designs in custom alloy wheels, highlighting the company's unique approach to wheel design and its commitment to delivering high-quality products.

Concave and Convex Designs

One of JWHEEL's most innovative designs is its concave and convex wheels. These wheels feature a unique curved design that creates a sleek and sporty appearance. The concave design features a curved inward shape, while the custom alloy wheels features a curved outward shape. Both designs are crafted using advanced manufacturing techniques, ensuring a precise and accurate finish. JWHEEL's concave and convex wheels are popular among car enthusiasts who want to add a unique touch to their vehicle's appearance.

Split-Rim and Multi-Piece Wheels

JWHEEL's split-rim and multi-piece wheels are another example of the company's innovative designs. These wheels feature a unique two-piece or multi-piece design that allows for a wide range of customization options. The split-rim design features a separate rim and center, while the multi-piece design features multiple components that can be customized to meet the customer's requirements. JWHEEL's split-rim and multi-piece wheels are popular among car enthusiasts who want to create a truly unique and personalized look for their vehicle.

Forged and Cast Wheels

JWHEEL's forged and cast wheels are designed to deliver exceptional performance and durability. The company's forged wheels are crafted using a high-pressure forging process that creates a strong and lightweight wheel. JWHEEL's cast wheels, on the other hand, are crafted using a gravity casting process that creates a durable and corrosion-resistant wheel. Both designs are popular among car enthusiasts who want to upgrade their vehicle's performance and appearance.

Custom Finishes and Coatings

JWHEEL's custom finishes and coatings are another example of the company's innovative designs. The company offers a wide range of finishes, including powder coating, chrome plating, and brushed aluminum. JWHEEL's custom finishes and coatings are designed to provide a durable and long-lasting finish that can withstand the elements and maintain its appearance over time. Customers can choose from a variety of colors and finishes to match their vehicle's style and design.

Bespoke and Limited Edition Wheels

JWHEEL's bespoke and limited edition wheels are designed for car enthusiasts who want to create a truly unique and exclusive look for their vehicle. The company's bespoke wheels are crafted to meet the customer's specific requirements, while the limited edition wheels are designed to be truly unique and exclusive. JWHEEL's bespoke and limited edition wheels are popular among car enthusiasts who want to own a truly one-of-a-kind vehicle.

Advanced Manufacturing Techniques

JWHEEL's innovative designs are made possible by the company's advanced manufacturing techniques. The company uses state-of-the-art equipment and software to design and manufacture its wheels. JWHEEL's manufacturing process involves multiple quality control checks, ensuring that every wheel meets the highest standards of quality and performance.

Conclusion: JWHEEL's Innovative Designs

In conclusion, JWHEEL's innovative designs in custom alloy wheels are a testament to the company's commitment to quality and innovation. From concave and convex designs to split-rim and multi-piece wheels, forged and cast wheels, custom finishes and coatings, bespoke and limited edition wheels, and advanced manufacturing techniques, JWHEEL is constantly pushing the boundaries of what is possible in wheel design. Whether you're a car enthusiast or just looking to upgrade your vehicle's appearance, JWHEEL's custom alloy wheels are the perfect choice.

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The Growing Demand for Calcium Carbonate in Ahmedabad

Calcium carbonate is a versatile and essential mineral used in a variety of industries, including construction, paints, plastics, rubber, paper, and pharmaceuticals. In Ahmedabad, a bustling hub for industrial and commercial activities, the demand for high-quality calcium carbonate is consistently rising. Whether you're in manufacturing or construction, finding a reliable Calcium Carbonate Supplier in Ahmedabad is crucial for maintaining the quality of your products.

Why Calcium Carbonate is Indispensable

Calcium carbonate (CaCO₃) occurs naturally as a mineral and is also synthesized for industrial purposes. Its versatility comes from its properties: it is non-toxic, has excellent chemical stability, and is available in different grades to suit a range of applications. Here are some industries that heavily rely on calcium carbonate:

Construction: In construction, calcium carbonate is a key component in cement, mortar, and concrete. It enhances the strength and durability of structures while keeping costs in check.

Paints and Coatings: Calcium carbonate serves as a filler in paints and coatings, providing opacity, improving brightness, and reducing production costs.

Plastics and Rubber: As a filler in plastic and rubber manufacturing, it improves product durability and helps achieve desired shapes and textures.

Pharmaceuticals: Calcium carbonate is used in medicines and supplements to provide calcium, which is essential for strong bones and teeth.

Paper Industry: The mineral plays a pivotal role in the paper industry, giving the paper a smooth finish, bright appearance, and improved printability.

Ahmedabad’s Growing Demand for Calcium Carbonate

Ahmedabad, a city known for its thriving industrial sector, has a wide array of businesses requiring calcium carbonate. From construction companies to plastic manufacturers, the need for a consistent supply of high-quality calcium carbonate is evident. The city’s strategic location and well-developed transport network further make it a favorable market for calcium carbonate suppliers.

Choosing the Right Calcium Carbonate Supplier

Selecting the right supplier is critical for ensuring the success of your business. Here are some factors to consider when evaluating calcium carbonate suppliers in Ahmedabad:

Quality Assurance: The supplier must provide calcium carbonate that meets industry standards. Look for certifications and testimonials to gauge quality consistency.

Customization Options: Industries require calcium carbonate in various forms, such as powder or granules, and grades, ranging from fine to coarse. A supplier offering customizable options is a great choice.

Timely Delivery: Industrial operations depend on timely deliveries. A dependable supplier ensures your production schedules remain uninterrupted.

Competitive Pricing: While quality should never be compromised, competitive pricing can help businesses manage costs effectively.

Technical Support: A supplier with technical expertise can guide you on the best grade and form of calcium carbonate suitable for your application.

A Trusted Name in Ahmedabad

When it comes to dependable calcium carbonate suppliers in Ahmedabad, Airotech Minerals stands out as a trusted partner. The company is renowned for its commitment to quality and customer satisfaction, offering a wide range of calcium carbonate products tailored to various industries.

Their advanced manufacturing processes ensure that the mineral is of the highest purity and free from contaminants. By combining technical expertise with a customer-centric approach, Airotech Minerals has established itself as a reliable name in Ahmedabad’s competitive market.

Applications and Benefits

For industries in Ahmedabad, using premium calcium carbonate offers numerous advantages, including:

Cost Efficiency: Calcium carbonate is an economical solution for reducing the cost of end products without compromising quality.

Enhanced Product Performance: Whether in construction or plastics, it improves the durability and appearance of finished goods.

Eco-Friendly Properties: As a natural mineral, calcium carbonate has minimal environmental impact and is widely used in sustainable practices.

Versatility: Its adaptability across industries makes it a vital raw material for businesses of all sizes.

The Future of Calcium Carbonate in Ahmedabad

With Ahmedabad's industries continuing to expand, the role of calcium carbonate in driving innovation and efficiency cannot be overstated. Whether it’s being used as a filler, an enhancer, or a primary ingredient, its importance across sectors is set to grow. Suppliers who prioritize quality, innovation, and customer satisfaction will undoubtedly lead the way in this evolving market.

Conclusion

For industries in Ahmedabad seeking a reliable calcium carbonate supplier, focusing on quality, timely delivery, and technical support is essential. With a trusted partner like Airotech Minerals, businesses can achieve operational excellence while ensuring product integrity. As the demand for calcium carbonate grows, aligning with a reputable supplier will pave the way for long-term success in Ahmedabad's dynamic industrial landscape.

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The Forgeline FB3C is a throwback to the original 20-slot wheel found on the third-generation Pontiac Firebird Formula. But unlike the original, the FB3C is a modern 3-piece wheel that is manufactured from fully forged 6061-T6 aluminum centers using the latest engineering and manufacturing technology. With its unique concave 20-slot design (5 sets of 4 slots), integrated lug holes, and creative machining details, the FB3C evokes a 1980s muscle car flavor while delivering modern technology and performance. The FB3C is built with true forged 6061-T6 aluminum centers, aircraft-quality ARP stainless steel hidden fasteners, and heat-treated rim sections. The FB3C is available with a flat-lip reverse outer in 18-inch, 19-inch, 20-inch, and 22-inch fitments or with a stepped-lip outer in 19-inch, 20-inch, and 21-inch fitments. It features a standard powder coated center finish with a polished outer rim, but since each wheel is custom built-to-order, Forgeline also offers special features like custom offsets and a virtually unlimited choice of finish combinations. Learn more about the FB3C (including sizes and pricing) at: https://www.forgeline.com/fb3c/p414

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Enhance Durability and Finish: Zinc Phosphating for Powder Coating of Electrical Items

Electrical items, ranging from enclosures to switchgear panels, require exceptional protection against environmental and operational challenges. One of the most effective methods to achieve this protection is Zinc phosphating for powder coating for electrical items. This process not only enhances the durability of the products but also ensures a premium finish that meets industry standards. At Dekem India, we specialize in providing cutting-edge zinc phosphating services to deliver unparalleled results for your electrical components.

Understanding Zinc Phosphating Zinc phosphating is a surface treatment process used to prepare metal surfaces for coating applications, such as powder coating. By chemically treating the surface, a thin layer of zinc phosphate crystals is formed. This layer improves adhesion, enhances corrosion resistance, and provides a uniform surface for subsequent powder coating.

For electrical items, where both aesthetic appeal and durability are critical, zinc phosphating is an ideal choice.

The Importance of Zinc Phosphating for Electrical ItemsElectrical items are often exposed to harsh conditions, including humidity, heat, and corrosive environments. Without adequate protection, these components are prone to rust and deterioration, compromising their performance and safety. Zinc phosphating for powder coating for electrical items offers:

Corrosion Resistance: The zinc phosphate layer acts as a protective barrier, preventing rust and extending the life of electrical items.

Enhanced Adhesion: Creates an ideal base for powder coating, ensuring the coating adheres uniformly and remains intact.

Improved Aesthetics: Provides a smooth and consistent surface for a flawless finish.

Cost Savings: Reduces maintenance and replacement costs by prolonging the lifespan of components.

Advantages of Zinc Phosphating for Powder Coating

Durability: Extends the life of electrical items even in harsh environments.

Cost-Efficiency: Lowers maintenance and repair costs by preventing corrosion.

Eco-Friendly: Complies with environmental regulations through sustainable practices.

In today’s competitive market, ensuring the durability and visual appeal of electrical items is essential. Zinc phosphating for powder coating of electrical items is a proven method to achieve these goals. At Dekem India , we pride ourselves on delivering reliable, high-quality surface treatment solutions tailored to your needs.

Contact us today to learn more about our zinc phosphating services and how we can enhance the performance of your electrical components.

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