#hexagon nuts

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Types of Brass Nuts Provided by Brass Nut Manufacturer in Jamnagar

If you are looking for quality brass nuts, you should look no further than the brass nut manufacturer in Jamnagar, India. They provide various types including brass hex nuts, brass lock nuts, brass wing nuts, hex jam nut, round nut, square nut and more according to specific client requirements.

[ranflexmetals12]

Quality Assurance at Ranflex Metals starts with understanding the customer's Requirement and continues till the customer is completely satisfied with the delivery of products and services. Quality Control procedures are well-defined and thoroughly implemented.

[big-bolt-nut]

DIN 931 Bolts Manufacturer and Exporter in India| BigBoltNut

We are manufacturers, supplier and exporter of Din 931 bolt in India.  The steel quality used to manufacture of the DIN 931 grade 8.8 bolts includes Grades A2 and A4 class 70. This International Standard specifies the characteristics of hexagon head bolts with threads from M1,6 up to and including M64, of product grade A for threads M1,6 to M24 and nominal lengths up to and including 10d or 150 mm, whichever is the shorter, and product grade B for threads over M24 or nominal lengths over 10d or 150 mm, whichever is the shorter.

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[goshashka-design]

Forging Steel

https://videos.pond5.com/manufacturing-large-sized-bolts-and-footage-255592784_main_xxl.mp4 The Symphony of Large-Sized Bolts and Nuts In the captivating video, we step into a world of molten metal, precision machinery, and industrial poetry. Against the backdrop of a steel forge, massive bolts and nuts take shape – a symphony of heat, force, and craftsmanship. This video isn’t just about…

[sunshineautoparts]

Why are some nuts hexagonal and not other shapes?

The mystery of the hexagon goes beyond its six sides. With a decade of experience in the fastener industry, I'm here to unravel the fascination behind this choice.

Hexagonal nuts aren't just a random design decision – they offer practical benefits. The six-sided shape provides a perfect balance of strength and ease of use. It's like the Goldilocks of fastener shapes – not too simple, not too complex, just right!

Imagine a world of triangular or octagonal nuts – chaos! Hexagonal nuts fit snugly into tools, ensuring a secure grip during tightening. Plus, they resist stripping and slipping, making your projects smoother than ever.

So, next time you're twisting a wrench, appreciate the hexagon's symmetrical beauty and the engineering brilliance behind it. Why settle for anything less when hex is the best?

[aestheticsworldasmr]

“Mastering the Art of Hex Nuts & Bolts: A Puzzle Journey”

Are you ready to embark on a journey that challenges your spatial reasoning, shape sorting, and fitting skills like never before? Welcome to Hexa Nuts & Bolts Fit In, where tinkering tools meet jigsaw puzzle logic in a game that will keep you hooked for hours.

Hexa Nuts & Bolts Fit In is not just your average puzzle game. It’s a test of patience, strategy, and creativity as you navigate through a world of intricate shapes and satisfying screw twists.

Here’s what makes this game a must-try for puzzle enthusiasts:

Unique 3D Puzzle Shapes: From classic squares to mind-bending stars, Hexa Nuts & Bolts Fit In offers a variety of puzzle shapes to challenge your mind. Each shape presents a new set of obstacles and requires a different approach to solve.

Mastering Sort & Fit Skills: The core of the game lies in your ability to sort and fit hexagonal nuts onto bolts with precision. Slide and place the nuts group on the bolts board, aiming for the perfect fit. If a nut doesn’t align perfectly, simply unscrew it and try again until it fits seamlessly like a puzzle piece.

Strategic Thinking: Success in Hexa Nuts & Bolts Fit-In requires careful planning and strategic thinking. As you progress through the levels, you’ll need to strategize your moves, filling the board efficiently while avoiding dead ends. Think ahead and plan multiple steps to conquer increasingly complex puzzles like a true hex sort master.

Sense of Accomplishment: There’s nothing quite like the satisfaction of stacking up nuts on bolts and filling each shape with your sorted nuts. With every successful move, you’ll unlock a sense of accomplishment that will keep you motivated to tackle the next challenge.

Calming Visuals and Sound Effects: Amidst the mental workout, Hexa Nuts & Bolts Fit In provides a soothing experience with calming visuals of nuts sliding across threads and satisfying sound effects of nuts & bolt sort movements. It’s the perfect way to relax and de-stress while sharpening your puzzle-solving skills.

So, are you ready to unleash your inner nuts & bolts master? Dive into the world of Hexa Nuts & Bolts Fit In and experience the thrill of mastering the art of tangram puzzles. Get ready for hours of fun, challenge, and satisfaction as you conquer each level with precision and skill.

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 Duplex Steel Nuts

Chhajed Steel and Alloys is one of the acknowledged exporters of Stainless Steel Nuts, which offers some glorious highlights to our customers, for example, temperature protection, stable at high loads, etc. The limitation between the makers of these things, to give quiet Monel Hex Nuts with the one of a kind quality, has made a gigantic measure of weight in the business divisions which has in a roundabout way helped the demanders get honest to goodness high check of locks, most perfect circumstance rates. We have pushed, top level assembling work environments for making just the best thought of Inconel Coupler Nuts. Close to this, the offered Duplex Steel Heavy Hex Nuts is made under the supervision of deft pros, with the target that we can guarantee total flawlessness over the offered thing. These Super Duplex Steel Lock Nuts are delivered utilizing the best thought of the metals that are gained from expected masters of the business. Our given Nickel Self Locking Nuts is made from the predominant quality material and driving methodologies under the heading of our experts.

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Hexagon Domed Cap Nut Delhi

RKC, headquartered in Delhi, boasts 35 years of unparalleled experience in the fastener trading industry. Specializing in top-notch fasteners, their expertise extends to products like the Hexagon Domed Cap Nut. With a legacy of quality and reliability, RKC remains a trusted name for customers seeking exceptional solutions for Hexagon Domed Cap Nut Delhi.

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If you are looking for a hexagon building screws manufacturer in India, you should consider several aspects, such as experience, reputation, product range, quality control, pricing, and delivery. Read this blog by Screw Expert, one of the leading screw, nut, and bolt manufacturers in Kolkata, to learn more.

[keisobe]

✮. ⋆ 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 (𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧) ⋮ slightly suggestive. not-so-accurate accent for hobie. not completely proofread.

hobie tended to be touchy, not in a bad way though. that’s how he displayed his affection after all, his loyalty. whether it be draping his slender arms over the shoulders of pav and miles, or even giving a playful nudges towards gwen whenever miguel gave his weekly lectures about absolute order and his canonical philosophy (total “control freak”, hobie adds).

his physical affection ends with him coming up behind you and caressing a spindly finger over your hips. his lip piercing grazing the back of your neck— cold yet familiar.

“finally foun’ you darlin’.”

or when you’re itching for his warm touch, you simply rest your hands and head onto his knees as you sit prettily onto the carpeted floor— completely halting his tapping leg and eyeing you with curiosity.

“wha’ is it lovely?” his voice sounded silky and it rumbled deep into his chest, like a purr.

the only response you give him is simply tracing a light touch onto his open palm, following the crevices of his rough skin. hobie only smiles, he knew you too well.

“did you miss my touch tha’ badly?”

he slowly reached over towards your cheek, playfully patting the plushness of your skin, making you whine. hobie chuckles at your neediness before brushing a handful of your soft cheeks— a hushed curse slipping through his lips as he witnessed an unholy sight.

you, on your knees, leaning into his touch, your eyes never leaving his. it was driving him crazy, to the point his palms started to tingle.

what really drives him nuts is when you teasingly deny his touches. hobie has been used to you begging for his touch, his affection, but denying his advances catches him by surprise.

“wait wha…?” his words are slurred in confusion when you swatted his lingering hand away from your waist, not even sparing him a glance.

“not today love, gotta catch some anomalies.” you adjusted the watch firmly onto your wrist, pressing colored buttons that projected your target— reeking havoc as it sprinted around a dimension that’s foreign to them.

hobie kept his cool as he spun in front of you. “not even a lil’ kiss?”

a hexagon portal ejected from the settings of your spider watch, illuminating orange light onto your features that made hobie ache for you even more.

“not even a little kiss.” you stuck your tongue with a sly smile, walking into the portal with a sway to your hips. “but i’ll see you at dinner!”

before hobie can even reply, your body was engulfed by the closing portal— leaving him utterly speechless and edged in the bleak darkness. he shakes his head with a crooked smile, tucking his tingling palms into the pockets of his leather vest as he strutted back into his own dimension.

though hobie hated to admit it, his touchiness was also his biggest weakness.

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Brass Nut Manufacturer and Supplier in Jamnagar India

GK Metals is a well-known brass nut manufacturer in Jamnagar, India. We manufacture, supply and export top-quality brass hex nuts including brass hexagonal nuts, hex jam nut, round nut, square nut, wing nut and more in various sizes, shapes and designs as per requirement.

[thydungeongal]

I've talked about this a long time ago but a reminder: you can make a hex map projected onto an icosahedron (the tiles at the vertices won't be hexagons but pentagons that connect to give neighboring hexes but that's okay) and either print it out as is so now you have a cool d20-shaped world map, by using the following template

Or if you really wanna go nut-nut, you could also turn that into a texture map in the 3D modeling software of your choice, and project it onto an icosahedron and then subdivide that to get something smoother

Anyway I just thought more people should be talking about this.

[big-bolt-nut]

Hex Lock Nuts Manufacturer, Supplier and Exporter in India | BigBoltnut

We are Manufacturers and Exporters of Hex Lock Nuts in India. These nuts are used with anchors, bolts, screws, bolts, and threaded rods. Available in grades 8, 9, and 12. Nuts are most often used with  mating threads to join multiple parts together. Hexagon nuts are also called hex nuts. These nuts are made of carbon and stainless steel. We export these nuts to many countries including America, Europe, and the Middle East. We also distribute and sell the following products in alloy steel, carbon steel and stainless steel grades according to DIN 439 and DIN 936: We manufacture high-strength and stainless steel grades of screws, nuts, and studs for critical applications such as wind energy. , infrastructure, pipelines, sewage treatment plants, pumps, valves, bridges, water treatment systems, TSE network, etc.

Source url: https://www.bigboltnut.com/product/hex-lock-nuts.html

[pinkrelish]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 "𝐲𝐞𝐬" 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐲 | 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚

singledad!mechanic!eddie x fem!reader

✶A deleted scene from chapter twelve where receptionist!reader acts like a bimbo in front of Eddie just to rile him up. Written very tongue-in-cheek at the beginning.✶

NSFW — sexual themes, handjob, unresolved sexual tension, 18+

↳ start the story here to catch up!

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Heeding your checklist of chores, you idled at the workbench against the far corner of the wall. There were a few of the usual things you organized: placing nuts and bolts in drawers, facing products with their labels out, tidying small boxes, folding the end of the paper towel roll so it didn’t unfurl itself in the turbulent path of the oscillating fan. You bent over to toss cellophane wrappers into the waste paper bin, and took your time musing if the liner should be changed despite the little amount of balled up paper weighing down the bottom. Standing, you swept off the unsanded tabletop with your hands, and worked a crusty rag over an oil streak, making a mental note to call the laundry service to swing by a day early.

As you stepped away, you knocked a pencil to the floor. Its bright yellow body was impossible to miss, along with its excruciatingly long hexagonal roll carried by your elbow to the very edge, but you managed. You knelt to your hands and knees to retrieve the writing utensil, inspecting its broken tip. The graphite was missing completely, leaving behind an empty hole where it once was. An unfortunate accident. You rotated it a few times looking for other flaws—an honorable way to spend your time.

“You doin’ this on purpose?” gruffed out an annoyed voice behind you.

No need to check, you heard the amused twist at the corner of his lips. His left canine was probably on show, too. Not in a hurry to confirm, you gripped the pencil in your fist, and leaned forward, stretching in search of the missing lead before it was stomped into dust and potentially transferred from someone’s boot sole into a wealthy client’s car. You were thinking of them, really.

The floor was a rewarding oasis in the noonday sun baking through the warehouse windows. Your flat splayed hands and knuckles worked over the grit of dirt to inch your pursuit closer to the wall, drinking in the chill of the epoxy coated concrete cooling you down better than a 50 cent clear plastic cup of Kool Aid at a kid’s misspelled lemonaide stand. Though, the unforgiving flooring bit into your joints, and indented your knees with the netting of your pantyhose. But Eddie’s study did not sway to your shoe slipping off your heel. No, he was a gentleman. And as a gentleman, he praised the wealth of curves you put on display.

He used the heels of his heavy boots to drag himself from under a Mustang, thumping up beside you, wheels on the creeper rolling along the slick floor.

The lower you dipped your chest, the higher your skirt hem tickled the back of your thighs. In total innocence—truly giving your best effort to find the missing pencil tip—you tilted your hips to unimaginable degrees, presenting your ass to the point even your lower back side-eyed your act.

Smooth backs of fingers lifted the hem more. Eddie curled his index under your skirt, and assisted it to the crease of your cheek, following the change in nylon with his rough thumbprint as it wove denser around your thighs to hold you in. Tummy Control, it was advertised as. To a man who had seldom encounters with women, this meant very little to him, as did the change in texture. Though, curiously, he rubbed at it with interest.

“You’re something else, you know that?” But his voice was too playful to shame you, hardly traipsing through his throat to chastise. “I’m out here working my ass off, and you’re struttin’ around the garage in this lil’ piece.” The little piece in question was your corporate approved pencil skirt from a long forgotten temp job when your apartment lost two roommates in a breakup, and rent was past due.

Pandering to your audience of one, you shuffled two of the tiniest inches backwards, and steadied your hand on his outstretched leg. You bent at the hips, filling his large palm with a handful of your ass, and he admired you in a brush of fingertips near the innermost valley of your thigh, licking a divine chill up your spine. Playing along, you pretended to just notice him, assuming a sinless gasp, and following it with many airheaded inflections, “Oh! Didn’t see you there, handsome. Am I distracting you?”

The standing fan swung its head in your direction, sweeping Eddie’s bangs off his forehead in a brief burst.

You’d been on hundreds of dates, and not once had you been so deeply complimented by someone’s gaze.

Eddie dwelled in the distraction. He stroked his thumb over the fat, and traced his pinky along the hypersensitive crease before the swell which had your muscles tightening in a squirm. He was so close to the middle seam of the pantyhose. Perhaps he knew this as well, but didn’t care—he was just happy to be touching you. Laid out in the neon orange creeper, sun glancing off the packed garage, casting a glow across his puffy face. Sleepy eyes, messy hair, unbearably adorable grin—the type of candid expression showing how honored he was to look at you, so forthcoming and open. A trap, if there ever was one, luring you into picturing him twisted amongst your bedding on a late morning.

As he tracked his gaze over your backside, an aching reminder moseyed its way into his consciousness. Setting into a glare, he forced his way through any pleasantness lingering in his chest to tell you plainly, “Sweetheart, you’re fucking torturing me here.” You giggled, and he broke, falling victim to the squinch at his crow’s feet.

“You think I’m not torturing myself, too?”

“Dunno.” He craned his head back to check underneath the car for where each pair of boots were moving, and you peeped through the driver’s side window to keep tabs on the seated customers in the lobby. Once you both ensured there was no danger of being caught, he turned his attention to you fully. “You’re not wearing my favorite pair, so I couldn’t tell.” In case you weren’t sure, he wrung his hand around your leg, and drummed his fingers where there should be an easily accessible hole in your tights, where he could drag his fingers through your slick truth. His sorry features were tainted with remorse when your plush thighs weren't spilling out from the nylon; however, he drew his eyebrows in mock sympathy, and traced the area. “Could make these my new favorite pair, though.”

You about melted into a puddle of dumbstruck glee at his first foray into initiating dirty talk. “Yeah?” you stressed the word like he would—big smile and all. You raised the placement of your grip on his leg up, further, still going until the inside of your thumb threatened to assist what laid fat and heavy towards his hip. Car exhaust, pungent motor oil, and fumes swam in your head. Mind dizzy, you skimmed your nails over his heavy sack pressed tight against the seam of his coveralls. An implied line was drawn along your heat by his featherlight touch. You leaned over him, real close, chest over chest, knees spread because his hand encouraged you to do so. Mouth to mouth, considering kissing the dirt from his lips. “Wanna rip ‘em, and have me on top while you’re on this thing?”

Eddie moaned, and it wasn’t shy in the loud garage. “Want it so fucking bad, baby.”

A single ding from the bell atop your desk drew your attention.

Bodies paused, you both existed in the indecision of what to do. Eddie’s forehead wrinkled from his high brows driving his attention backwards, peering under the car again. The other employees of David’s Auto Repair shuffled around a Studebaker. There was no one inside to help the customer. What a shame.

Eddie lowered his chin in long clockticks, seeking you behind his heavy lashes and heavier gaze. His nose met the side of yours in an unrefined graze, dragging his chapped lips wherever he felt your smile. He kissed you hungry. Needy, desperate to fit the magnitude of his palm at the back of your head, and dirty your mouth with noses mashed together. He wanted you messy, he wanted you catching your balance on the creeper for the same reason his held sigh became your next breath, taking a pinch of your pantyhose over your pussy and twisting it around his fist to demonstrate his annoyance, as if the dull ache of your bottom lip against his teeth wasn’t illustrative enough. The peak of your whine and his approving hum tethered the snap of your tights and the squeeze he left on your thigh. Filthy warmth blanketed the top of your hand. Stifling hot, calluses running rough over your knuckles as he cupped your palm over his hard length, and curled your fingers around himself, kicking his hips up to really stretch the limits of your grip. Together, he guided you in a few teasing pumps along the base, ego growing at the pretty sound hitched in your throat.

“Hey, Ed!” Mr. Moore’s yell burst the bubble you two surrounded yourselves in. “C’mere, ‘nd look at this.”

It wasn’t an emergency. It could wait. There were enough mechanics on duty, they could figure out what they were gawking at, or admiring, or whatever it was they were doing. That was the justification behind your shared look with Eddie, and the tension holding you two apart faded within seconds. If anything it spurred you on. You raked your fingers through his hair, mussing the roots at the crown of his head, covering the side of his body with yours, stroking his cock. The consequences didn’t matter. He increased the pressure and showed you how he liked it when you looped your thumb and index around the edge of his fat tip and pumped him faster—

Ding, ding, ding.

The kiss slowed from the distraction, but you tried to keep going, staying in the moment with Eddie’s praise burning your cheeks. He was eager, he was close. He was whispering, “Feels fucking good when you—yeah—like that,” when you added the twist of your wrist to the end of motion.

“Ed!” Mr. Moore’s voice ruined the moment. “Where’d he… And wasn’t she at her desk a second ago?”

Ding, ding ding!

Your foreheads crashed together in a defeated groan.

Eddie sagged completely limp on the creeper. “Why do you do this to me?” He dropped his arms in a big shrug, kicking his legs out flat, throbbing hard in your palm. You curbed the urge to keep going and dragged your fingers away.

“Hey, you’re the one who started this,” you sniffed, sitting back to fan your face in effort to make yourself presentable while he considered rolling under the car for the next eternity to hide his blazing red cheeks.

“I was a good worker before you came along,” he argued, pointing at you with a nail outlined in grime. He did it with such vigor his shoulders curled off the creeper, sitting up to give you a real good talkin’ to. “I never did this sorta shit with anyone before you showed up. You’re bad for me. You drive me crazy.” Not an ounce of anger dared enter his tone, not even having strength to control his smile from going lopsided, dimpling, nose scrunching in a badly contained laugh. Never would he want you to think he was mad at you, even as a joke. He was soft like that.

Eddie broke first, and that’s all you needed to kiss him against the black Mustang door, thud on the metal deadened by his nervous hand coming up to brush his curls flat.

“You drive me crazy too,” you promised against his lips. “Now, try not to cum your pants when I bend over to get this trash, and have fun explaining to the guys why you can’t stand up for the next few minutes.” You cocked your head, and smacked your tongue in a hard, “‘Kay?”

He glared at your smugness. Glared at your backside, too. Scowled at his grip formed around the swollen length rising so obvious no matter how he fixed his legs, and surrendered to the humiliation of laying back on the creeper, summoning enough dignity to roll himself to the other side where a gaggle of boots scuffed the ground in search for him, and give some excuse that he was very busy fixing something and wouldn’t be available for the foreseeable future.

originally thursday's section in chapter twelve was split into three separate scenes. i was almost finished writing the first two when i took the section in a different direction and mashed all the important elements into the scene in the breakroom which did make the cut. truthfully i had only written to eddie's line of "wanting it so badly" and they would've gotten interrupted at that point (before any touching), but since this isn't exactly canon, i went ahead and had fun and made it a little spicier.

you might also recognize some imagery, lines of prose, or descriptions i salvaged from this piece and put into the final one!