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EQUAL - Why To Choose | Best Quality Products

“A premium Place where you’ll find all the Aluminum Ladders, Digital Weighing Machine, Material Handling Platform Trolley, Recliners Folding Chair, and many more products that will satisfy your hectic work life at home or office.”

History

EQUAL is a Home and industry Improvement solution that was founded by Ashok Sharma under Unique Power Technology which was discovered in 2001 and has 16 + years of happy run in the Home & Industrial Products. They offer well-designed products and solutions like ladders, Material handling, Testing and Measuring instruments, beds, and chairs for your home. Equal's value and optimism are shared with our co-workers and customers across the globe.

At Equal where they focus on delivering premium quality products, in the market there are several businesses in similar categories that are delivering the products. But they are lacking in the customer satisfaction and quality of products.

Business Model

Equal has its online and offline business model of distribution products for home improvement. The company doing offline business for over 16 years and now it’s time to upgrade to online marketing. The brand also puts its products on Amazon.

Equal started with the Weighing scale and by delivering to every home and business, now they have several products in their list like ladders, Measurement instruments, beds, chairs, etc. They are continually creating and launching new collections for every customer need.

The Equal Network

Apart from the home décor collection, equal fosters and works with highly work enthusiasts and builds a community on one platform. Equal also invites them to connect with them and work in a professional environment.

Products

Equal has a wide range of home décor products starting from the ladders to beds and chairs, and they are selling these brands offline and online in India and outside India.

1. Ladders

Household ladders:

Equal household ladders offer safety and functionality at the highest level. They conform to exacting requirements, not just in the materials and workmanship. With unique as well as intelligent and practical details they make work easier.

Industry Ladders:

Our range of products includes industrial ladders such as tower ladders, step ladders, Aluminum extension ladders, self-supporting ladders, and many more items at the equal’s online store.

Multipurpose Ladders:

'Equal' presents a Foldable Multipurpose Super Ladder which converts/transforms into 6 different positions based on Requirements. It can be used as a wall-supported straight ladder or can be an A-shape Ladder to work in the center without any Support. It can also be converted into a Work Bench table. It is the only Ladder type that can be used even on Staircases.

Scaffolding Ladder:

Owing to our vast industry experience, we are offering a wide range of Scaffold ladders to our respected clients. All these products are made from quality-proven components with the assistance of well-qualified professionals at ultra-modern production units. Furthermore, we are offering these products in customized options too at industry-leading rates. These products are highly demanded among clients for their optimum performance and premium quality.

Telescopic Ladders:

Equal’s range of telescopic ladders is the perfect solution for situations where the ladder has to be regularly moved or stored. Collapsing down into a compact package, they can be carried in car boots yet extend, making them perfect for engineers or other mobile professionals.

2. Material Handling

Platform Trolley

Platform trolleys are super tough, heavy-duty trolleys that are equipped with a single push handle, this is an ideal platform trolley. The EQUAL Foldable Platform Trolley comes with the perfect four-wheel structure to move heavy or bulky items easily around the basement, garage, warehouse, shop, office, or home.

Casters and Wheels

When mounted on the underside of equipment, caster & wheels make it easier for personnel or machines to transport the load or other group of items from one place to another place. Typical industrial applications include platform trucks, crafts, hand trucks, assemblies, and tow line conveyors.

Hand Truck

Equal’s hand truck can help you to move just about anything, help to lift and move stacks of heavy ceramic tile, cement blocks, boxes packed with books or print materials, and much more. Find hand truck parts and accessories to handle hand truck a wide range of heavy lifting and transporting jobs at EQUAL.

Material Handling Accessories

Equal’s Material handling accessories encompass a diverse range of tools, vehicles, storage units, appliances, and accessories involved in transporting, storing, controlling, enumerating, and protecting products at any stage of manufacturing, distribution consumption, or disposal.

3. Testing & Measurement Instrument

Retail Weighing Scales

The weighing scale has now become an integral part of every household as every family has some basic weighing requirements in its day-to-day routine life like weighing LPG Cylinders, selling old scraps like newspapers, etc. The product is approved by the Dept. of Legal Metrology, Govt. of India, and comes with a Stamping & Verification Certificate.

Bench and Platform Scale

EQUAL durable bench and floor scales provide dependable weighing solutions for a wide variety of industries. Simple to operate, these industrial scales offer the functions and features needed to improve efficiency and increase productivity in factories and warehouses, on assembly lines or loading docks, during shipping and receiving activities, and at small retail shops.

Industrial and Heavy-Duty Scales

Load Cell Systems

Equal’s economical load cell system are innovative, our highly trained and experienced engineers are outing their efforts in the process of selecting the appropriate load cell for your application. Our product line can be customized or a custom load cell can be manufactured if your application should require it.

Precision Balances

Equal’s precision balance has already delivered its services in various industries. Precision balances can be transported to the field or used in various settings instead of lab workstations alone. They are used in various laboratories and chemistry applications, common-sight labs, and many other places.

4. Home and Kitchen

Recliners

Steel Recliner Chair/Bed is considered to be an ideal product to carry with you during any Outdoor Leisure activity like a Picnic, Camping and barbecue, Beach side / Poolside where you can relax & relieve your Tiredness and regain lost energy.

Conclusion

At Equal, we have always believed in the importance of building a great, enduring company that strikes a balance between profitability and a social conscience.

We take a holistic approach to ethically sourcing high-quality products. This includes responsible practices, supporting employees, and other programs. When you buy this way, it helps foster a better future for workers and a more stable future for them.

We believe in the importance of caring for our planet and encouraging others to do the same. We are working to reduce our environmental footprint, Equal’s every product is familiar with the environment at its very best.

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jinx-xxed · 24 days ago

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I need Remmick being so down bad for his human wife pretty please

Work Song

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A/N; I needed this too so thank you for this request 🙏 I love a man that’s down bad and obsessed, those are the best kind ^_^ the title for this one takes after Hozier’s Work Song of course since I was thinking about it while writing this :P I hope you enjoy, and thank you again for requesting!! (Also apologies for me going overboard, I got way too invested in the backstory and couldn’t stop myself :’D)

Summary; Remmick comes home to his wife.

Content; NSFW 18+, AFAB reader, human reader, down bad Remmick!!, soft Remmick, possessive Remmick, vampirism, cleaning him up, married to Remmick, soft sex, fingering, piv sex, cuddling, he doesn’t know how to handle “I love you”, fluff

Wc; 6.2k

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The house is dark and quiet when the door opens with the smallest squeak, resting on old hinges gone too long without oil.

The curtains are drawn tight, the material thicker than your typical run of the mill, assuring no light can sneak through the cracks. The air is fresh with recent movement, signs of a home well lived in with pictures hung on the wall and shoes in a small rack by the door. That’s where Remmick leaves his dust covered boots so he doesn’t track red speckled dirt all over your nice clean floors. He tosses his stained button up in the wash bin you set out for him too, just his white tank remaining as his suspenders fall loose around his hips. Stepping inside your place is like a balm on his unsettled, angry soul, letting him leave everything else behind just for a little while.

Your home is the only one he’s allowed himself to become familiar with, the only one he’s stayed at for longer than a couple months. He knows every hall, every creaky wooden floorboard, every small detail at an almost intimate level. He follows the path he’s gone down hundreds of times, the one that leads him right to your bedroom. Your scent brings him there just the same—sweet and flowery like a perfect spring day, a tantalizing whisper of iron hiding beneath.

Remmick nudges the bedroom door open, his eyes flickering in the dim lighting, red simmering in the blue-gray like the last embers of a dying fire. It’s strange how instantly something within him is calmed at the sight of you, something deep and possessive and maybe even predatory that finally quiets when it realizes you’re still here. Your form is tucked beneath the sheets, blissfully warm and cozy and utterly perfect. He sees a book tossed aside to the corner of the bed, like you’d tried to stay awake for him but ultimately gave up and fell asleep. He can hear your gentle breaths, the quiet thrum of your heart that taunts him.

His steps are near silent when he makes his way over to you. You lay on your stomach, a pillow hugged between both arms, your pretty mouth parted just slightly. You look serene in sleep, an angel come down to earth just for a devil like him. Remmick reaches forward, brushing a stray curl from your face with a tenderness most would think impossible for himself—with his hands that have taken too many lives to count, that are stained with blood every night. But with you they’re gentle, able to rediscover a mushy part of him that was buried centuries ago.

Your eyebrows pinch and you mumble indistinctly when his chilled hand rests on your cheek, relishing in the feeling of your soft skin beneath his calloused palm. He’s a little warmer tonight though, with fresh blood still flowing through him, but it’s never enough to completely chase off the cold bite of death. He leans down to pepper kisses across your face, steadily moving to your neck where he pauses, his blunt teeth teasing along your jugular and inhaling your scent like it’s a lifeline.

Under his attention is how you finally wake, shaken from meaningless dreams by frigid fingers and loving kisses. You smile lazily, stretching your arms and twisting so you’re on your back to face him. You paw at him, pulling him in with no resistance—he’d happily follow your touch wherever you wanted him to go. Your lips meet briefly, a pleased noise rumbling from him before you pull away. “You’re back.” You say, sleep still edging your words. You breathe him in contentedly, your fingers coming up to run through his short hair. He still has that signature metallic tang on him despite his efforts to clean up before coming home. “Was worried ‘bout you.”

“Aw darlin’, you ain’t have to do that. You know I’ll always come back to ya.” Remmick says, his deep voice sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. One of his hands rests above the covers on your waist now, the weight of it comforting and familiar. He huffs, shaking his head. “Shit, thought ‘bout ya all night.”

It’s true, he really was thinking about you the whole time—something he finds himself doing a lot recently. He thinks about you from the moment he leaves your house because of the undeniable call of his hunger, all the way to when he finally returns hours later. He’ll think about wishing he could stay around when your eyes start to droop and the mortal need for sleep takes you away, when you subconsciously curl into him searching for warmth that isn’t there. He hates having to move you off of him so he can go, so he can step out into the unforgiving darkness of night in search of a life to steal. You do make the cutest little noises though, something like a disgruntled cat’s. He’ll tuck you in real nice and kiss you sweetly to make sure you don’t miss him too much, and so he can seal the image in his memory to keep him motivated—a reminder of what he gets to come home to.

“You were gone for so long.” You say with a small pout, holding his face in your hands, his light stubble tickling your palms. The gold ring you wear glints in the darkness, a twin to his own.

He tilts his head so his lips connect with your hand, nuzzling into your touch that he always seems to crave. “Just got caught up with some things s’all.” He’d cut it close tonight, the sun appearing like a reckoning seconds after he’d shut the door. “I’m here now, darlin’.”

You smile at that, pulling him in again to kiss him, enjoying the taste of him. There’s always something metallic hiding beneath every bit of him, something too old for your mind to comprehend, something otherworldly. For most it would be unnerving and terrifying but for you, that’s just your husband, your Remmick. You’d accepted that when you agreed to marry him about three years ago, opening your arms and home to him and every unnatural part that came with him.

It was two years before that when you’d actually met him, the memory always sitting clear in your mind like it happened yesterday.

You’d spent the whole day baking—cookies, pies, cobblers, tarts… the list went on as you prepared for the market happening in town the next morning. You prided yourself on your baked goods, and people always bought you out. The whole house smelled of your efforts, the scent carrying out the open windows and into the trees beyond. You hadn’t heard it at first, the whispers in the leaves, the way all the animals went silent, the world seeming to hold its breath for just a moment. You’d been too busy singing a song you knew by heart as you were prone to do whenever working in the kitchen. (Remmick has told you countless times how much he adores your voice, he says it’s like a fine wine).

You were rotating the food left to cool on the windowsill when you saw him, standing out there by the tree line, watching you with eyes that at first gave you the willies. “Hey there,” you’d called, watching as he flinched at the sound of your voice, “what brings ya over?”

He’d taken a few curious steps towards the house, letting you get a better look at him. Worn button up loosely tucked into high waisted trousers, a white tank hidden beneath, suspenders over the shoulders, old boots, and a banjo slung across his back. He looked like a man who traveled often, never staying in one place long enough to learn the style of it. His face looked kind, set with strong features on stocky shoulders that suggested he was no stranger to hard work. His short black hair was messy but in a presentable way, curled bangs sitting on his forehead. Still, you knew there was something deeper about him that was off, that didn’t belong in your realm of living.

His hands were loosely in his pockets and he shrugged. “Smelled somethin’ mighty sweet, heard somethin’ even sweeter. You got a beautiful voice, darlin’.” He’d given you a close-lipped smile, one that made his eyes crinkle at the edges. His southern drawl was thick like syrup, coated across every word with something mixed in that you couldn’t quite place.

“Oh, I‘ve got years of church choir to thank for that.” You’d joked. You’d tilted your head. “Would you like to try anything, sir? I could always use a taste tester.”

He’d hesitated for a moment longer than would be normal, as if debating something serious in his mind, before shaking his head. He chuckled. “Nah, I’m tryin’ to cut back.”

“Aw, that’s a shame. If you change your mind, I’ll be at the market tomorrow. Feel free to stop by.” You’d said. He’d smiled back at you in a way that suggested he knew something you didn’t, told you that you wouldn’t be seeing him at the market or any day after that.

As soon as the sun went down though, he continued appearing in your backyard. He never stayed long at first, only sticking around to strike up a brief conversation. You’d learned his name, Remmick, and he had learned yours. Your name was always soft on his tongue, like he needed to be careful with something precious. He listened to you talk like you spoke the gospel, reverence in those blue-gray eyes as he never missed a word. In turn he would tell you stories of a time long ago, weaving vibrant imagery that made you feel as if you were standing in the green fields of a country far away. It confirmed things about him that you already suspected, like how he wasn’t from here at all, that he came from something hundreds or maybe even thousands of years old.

You’d sit on your little porch swing while he’d remain in the grass leaning against the railing, never truly breaching the line of your home. The night was warm and muggy, and there was a lull in your conversation, causing your gaze to travel to the banjo he continued to carry with him. “You any good on that thing?” You’d asked with a nod towards it.

Remmick huffed. “I like to think I am.”

You smirked. “Play me somethin’.”

He’d given you that signature smile. “Well, can’t deny a pretty thing like you, can I?”

He was always quick to flatter you, and you had to admit it was getting to you a little, something foreign fluttering in your chest. He’d swung the instrument around, resting it in deft hands and idly strumming a string or two as he thought about what to play. He’d then struck the first few chords and you quickly realized you recognized the song, it being one your family had shared together for years. You couldn’t help but sing along, shutting your eyes and letting yourself feel the music within as your body swayed. It meant that you missed the way Remmick looked at you, like you were heaven come to earth, adoration and reverence burning in his eyes like the hottest fire. That was the moment something clicked into place for him, that cemented his need to have you in whatever way he could.

He was downright obsessed with you. He couldn’t stay away from you and your sweet voice, your mouth watering smell, your entire being that seemed to be kissed by the sun. He knew he’d do anything to stay in your warmth, in your blessing. He kept coming by night after night, staying as long as his hunger allowed or until you couldn’t stop yawning and finally headed to bed with a sleepy goodnight. Part of him wished to follow you inside, thinking of how easy it’d be to take you in the carnal way he secretly desired, to lock you to him for eternity, but Remmick always held back, another part of him not wanting to ruin what you have. After all, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a civil conversation with someone that didn’t end with their blood smeared along his face. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been shown such simple kindness, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so human.

You didn’t know how much time passed like that, with easy talks and shared songs into the late hours when everybody else would be asleep. You always kept your physical distance, as did he, like some unspoken understanding. The emotional distance was another story, something that was shortening by the day. Feelings were blooming into something out of control, mixing with your desire in order to make a sickly concoction.

You both knew you were onto him, onto the fact he was something unnatural and ancient, but you never bothered to bring it up. You’d heard enough stories from your momma about things like him, you understood how dangerous they were but… you couldn’t find it in yourself to chase him off. You’d grown too fond of him, of his stupid smile and charming words, his endless stories and soothing voice. He felt much the same and yet… you were at some kind of mutual standstill, neither of you quite knowing what to do with it.

Until the one night he didn’t show up.

You’d waited. You’d sat on the porch with furrowed brows and downturned lips, disappointment sitting heavy behind your heart. Had he gotten bored of you? Decided to disappear without a word? You’d supposed it wasn’t a shock, it happened to you all the time. You gave him an hour before you sighed in defeat, heading back inside so the bugs didn’t eat you alive for nothing. You tried to ignore the hurt you felt, knowing it was useless to feel it over someone—something—like him. He didn’t owe you anything, hell, you were lucky he hadn’t killed you. Maybe it was some kind of sign. You’d gone to bed just as thunder rumbled outside, lightning flickering between the clouds.

You were woken hours later by a knock on your back door. You’d grumbled and wrapped a robe around yourself, trudging down the hall and to the kitchen, eyeing the silhouette hidden behind the mesh screen. There was something whispering to not open it, to protect yourself and just crawl right back into bed. You noticed the silence that had settled around your home, the one that made the frogs quiet and the crickets cease their songs, the one always followed by a familiar figure. You knew something was off, could feel it in your bones, but it didn’t stop you from opening that door.

You’d gasped so sharply that it hurt, your body stumbling back a step. Remmick stood there, blood covering his front half, his eyes gleaming a deep red that reflected in the same way an animal’s did. The whole way he carried himself was different, more predatory and deadly, poised to kill at a moments notice. His clothes were disshelved, his bangs plastered to his forehead from sweat. The wind carried the smell of him to you, ancient earth and leather tainted with the iron of blood. He opened his mouth and you saw the teeth sharpened to fangs, coated with his meal.

He smiled at you, and it was no longer one that made your heart flutter. It sent a cold shiver down your spine. “You gon’ let me in, darlin’? Or just keep starin’?”

He liked the way you looked at him then, like everything finally snapped into place for you. Mixed with your fear was a kind of defiance, like you were trying to tell yourself not to be frightened. He liked you seeing him for what he truly was, liked knowing you still wouldn’t cower. It’s what made you step aside and say those simple words, even though you knew your momma was surely rolling in her grave at your stupidity.

Something heavy shifted when he stepped inside your home. Something that told you it could never be undone and you’d have to bear the consequences, but you found that you didn’t care. “So that’s what you are,” you muttered, “a vampire.” You’d heard of them before from your momma, you knew how to kill one. You were pretty sure there was even some kind of emergency kit hidden in a closet somewhere.

Remmick chuckled low and dark, shaking his head. “You knew this whole time and you ain’t ever run or scream or cry…” He smirked, triumphant. “I knew you was somethin’ special, darlin’.”

He sat in a chair at your dining table like it belonged to him, his eyes traveling around your home as he swallowed down every bit of information he could glean about you. The floral designs on the dish cloths, portraits hung on the walls, keepsakes littering empty spaces, and a thick recipe book sitting on the counter—all of it a testament to you, the woman he didn’t stop thinking about night after night. Your scent was so heavy in your home it made it feel like he was breathing in a drug every time he inhaled and fuck- he couldn’t get enough. He wanted it to live inside him, he wanted you to make your home in his veins, in the space between his ribs. He wanted you with him forever.

He watched with a predator’s gaze as you filled a bowl with water, desperate to do something to keep yourself busy. It was brave of you to keep your back to him, but it was like you knew he wouldn’t do anything unless you asked. He’d get on his knees for you if you wanted, he’d beg just to hear his name fall from your lips.

You grabbed one of your pretty little dish rags, setting it and the bowl next to him while you sat in front of him, so close your knees almost touched. He could tell how much you were trying to hide your fear from your expression but he still saw it in your furrowed brows and pressed lips and your eyes that were just a bit too wide. “I’m scarin’ ya.” He said it like a fact, one without room for dispute. His fierce red irises bore into yours, seeing everything you wanted to hide. You went to protest, your trembling mouth opening before he shushed you. “Don’t lie. I can smell it.” It was potent and intoxicating, seeping from your pores and making drool threaten to fall down his chin.

“I ain’t scared of you.” You said with a false confidence. You dipped the rag into the warm water and suddenly grabbed his face in one hand as if to prove it, shocking the both of you with your boldness. Remmick visibly shuddered under your touch, his eyes fluttering briefly and a small noise coming from him, even as your fingers dug into the plush of his cheeks. Oh, how long he’d waited to feel your hands on him, the warmth of your humanity, the softness of your skin. He couldn’t believe he’d gone this long without it, without something that was clearly so vital to his very existence. He knew then he could never go another day without touching you.

“Don’t want you makin’ a mess in my house.” You muttered like an excuse, dragging the rag across his upper lip and moving down, taking the blood with it. He was more than willing to relax into your ministrations, letting you clean him as if he was a child. Nobody had ever done it for him before, after all. He watched you all the while—the crease between your brows, the determined curve of your mouth, studying every detail and committing it to memory.

“I ain’t a stranger to blood, you know. My daddy used to be a doctor.” You began after a good few minutes, talking to keep yourself distracted from the reality of your situation. Remmick didn’t mind of course, he loved your voice more than life itself. His attention immediately shifted towards the sound like a dog with its ears perked.

“Used to?” He’d asked.

“He died in the war. Momma went soon after, they basically said heartbreak caused her stroke n’ killed her.” Your head shook. “She really loved that man to death. Couldn’t blame her, he was the kindest soul you’d ever meet. Always helpin’ the poor and needy, bringing ‘em into the house to heal ‘em when they couldn’t afford their bills. He’d make me help sometimes, getting fresh water and whatnot. That’s why you ain’t nothin’ special.”

“How sweet of ya.” Remmick teased, his fangs showing with his uneven smile.

You’d ignored him, rubbing the cloth along his collarbones and across the gold chain he wore, clearly beginning to discolor from age. The water in the bowl had long since turned red, your dishrag officially ruined but it was the least of your concerns (and Remmick had gotten you a new one later on).

When you’d deemed him clean enough, you moved to get up and dump the bloody water before his large, cold hand latched onto your wrist, stopping you abruptly. It was like the tension was pulled taught as a bowstring at that moment, some small seedling of doubt in you saying he was about to kill you while he just stared at where your bodies were connected. It was slow and purposeful when Remmick brought your hand up to his mouth and ran his lips along your palm, breathing you in, tasting you with darts of his tongue. You felt the flush crawl up the back of your neck and across your cheeks, watching as he nuzzled into your hand, looking at you with those wide red eyes, every reminder of the last couple months together hanging there. Every shared story, every vulnerability, every song sung together.

“I need ya, sweet thing, shoot- I’ve needed ya since that first day. I’ll treat ya nice and good, I swear it on my dead heart.” Remmick said to you, his words thick, heavy, and gravelly with his desire. “You’ll never want for nothin’, darlin’, I’ll give ya everythin’, I promise. Please, baby, let me prove it to ya-“

He continued to kiss along your arm, so determined to show you the truth behind his words, to make you give in to him with murmured pleas and prayers. He relished in the taste of you, his breaths growing labored from his excitement. You stopped him with your hands on either side of his face to pull him back, his lips parted and shiny with spit, his eyes still glowing red but full of unbridled desire for you. You already knew your answer, had known it the whole time. You were so tired of being alone, so tired of searching for someone, anyone, to love you and understand you. You didn’t care that the only one who did was a monster in the body of a man—there was something about it that made it even sweeter.

So you’d agreed.

There was only a second of pause, like Remmick was processing it, those simple words that tilted his entire world, before he was on you. He kissed you with such ferocity, such possession, his hands roaming all over you, gripping you so tightly you had no choice but to submit to him. He’d swept you up with ease, carrying you into your bedroom where he’d fucked you stupid until the sun rose, pulling more orgasms from you than you thought possible, pinning you beneath his sweat soaked body and filling you again and again, whispering his thanks and devotions the entire time. You’d slept through the whole day after that with Remmick cradling you against his cooled body, encasing you in his arms like he was afraid you’d take it all back if he let go.

That was how you fell into the routine of your relationship. He’d spend the light hours tucked away inside the safety of your house while you went about your day, then he’d leave most nights in search of food before coming back hours later and fucking you senseless, exhilarated from both the hunt and seeing you again. Remmick made you feel more loved and protected than you ever had before, always saying praises and promises into your skin like a prayer you’d hear in church, always giving you everything he had to offer. He’d sometimes even bring you gifts after his hunts, little things he knew you’d like. Fresh berries he stole from a garden or farm, beautiful flowers to go right on the table, a book or two he was able to snag off somebody.

It went on like this for months, and then it became a year, then two, until Remmick couldn’t take it anymore and he decided he needed you in a way that was deeper than what he’d been indulging in. It didn’t mean you getting bit, no, not yet, it meant you got presented with a pretty gold ring that matched his own. He asked you to marry him on a warm summers night, when fireflies were dancing outside and the critters of the moon were singing their songs. You’d said yes without hesitation, flinging your arms around him and kissing him until you both ran out of breath. You’d spent the rest of the moon hours dancing and singing and making love, too full of joy to do much else.

It was the best way for Remmick to have you forever, for every other man to know you belonged to him. He knew that one day he would bite you, he would drain the life from your body, he’d taste the sweet nectar of your blood that he so craved, he’d make you just like him and truly keep you for eternity. But that day wasn’t coming anytime soon.

He refused to be greedy just this once, deciding he wasn’t ready to take away your love of sunny days and the warmth of your skin, the thrum of a pulse in your veins. He wasn’t ready to ruin the simple pleasures of being a human being. But he knew he could never stand to lose you to something as menial as old age, or stand by and let some tragedy befall you. Biting you is like his sick way of protecting you, of showing you his love and devotion, even if you don’t know it yet, even if it takes you time to understand. It’d happen no matter what, he knew, but he’d let you enjoy those bright days in ignorance a little while longer.

Remmick can smell it on you now, the hours you’d spent in the sun earlier today, selling your baked goods at the market. The coldness within his bones seeks out your heat, desperate to bask in it and take it for his own. You give him a pleased hum as he grips your waist, blankets being moved aside to reveal your body to him. You’re pliant in his hold, always eager to give in, always eager to let him take control. It’s nice when you can step outside of yourself and just be, something you’ve only been able to do with him.

You can tell that he’s softer this time, his touch more reverent, something about it full of more longing like he’s memorizing every bit of you. He holds you like a man making love to his wife, not a monster clutching his possession so nobody else takes it. His mouth on yours is sensual, a twin to the hands beneath your nightdress, steadily bunching the material up your body so the air kisses along your flesh and leaves goosebumps in its wake.

“Shit, darlin’, yer too perfect.” Remmick mutters, nearly breathless as he looks down at you, your supple curves, the expanse of your breasts and stomach that nearly has him drooling—not from hunger, but from pure want- no, pure need for you. Even after all this time, his attention still makes you squirm, your thighs squeezing together subconsciously. His eyes track the movement like a predator, the burning hue of red steadily consuming his irises once more.

One of his hands moves lower, parting your legs with ease and running his fingers along your clothed cunt. He hums to himself, feeling the way your wetness has dampened your underwear. “Missed me, huh?” He says, his crooked teeth showing in his smirk. He loves that all you can do is nod, a pathetic little noise coming from you. The scent of your arousal hits him like a truck, a guttural groan tearing from his chest as it seems to ignite his blood with desire. You smell so goddamn sweet, like the ripest fruit sitting ready for him to take and sink his teeth into.

Your underwear is moved aside and you jolt at that first contact, his fingers dragging up through your folds and collecting your slick. You whimper as he buries his face in the crook of your neck again, a deep groan coming from him with his inhale. As his thumb rolls your clit, his other hand comes up to knead a breast beneath his palm, the cold metal of his ring nipping at your skin. You can feel the way Remmick’s chest heaves against you, his desperate breaths fanning across your throat between his open-mouthed kisses.

You gasp when two fingers sink into your heat, your hands coming to scrabble at his shoulders. You always take him easily, your body attuned to him alone, like he’s branded into your very essence. It drives him crazy. “Fuck, Remmick-“ You whine, arching into his touch. He responds instantly to you saying his name; a harsher squeeze to your breast, a little show of his teeth against your neck, his hips rutting against you in search of friction. His name coming from you is like touching two wires together, sending sparks through his rotten veins. He’d happily walk into the sun as long as your voice is the last thing he hears.

You writhe under his weight, pleasure running like a wildfire beneath your skin. He devours every moan, whine, and gasp he pulls out of you, his erection painful in his pants from his lust and need. His fingers draw in and out of your cunt in smooth motions, pressing against the spots that have you keening, scissoring you open while your slick coats his palm. His thumb traces quick circles over your clit, listening to the way your body sings for him. He knows you’re close, your noises raising in pitch, your nails digging into his back, your pussy clenching around his fingers.

“C’mon darlin’, give it to me.” Remmick encourages, lifting just enough to look at your face, your expression twisted with pleasure. Tears edging the corners of your eyes, your pretty mouth dropped open, your cheeks flushed. Your hands rest of either side of his jaw, drawing him in and kissing him deeply as your orgasm crashes over you. He groans appreciatively while you moan into his mouth, shudders wracking your body. He rides you through your orgasm, steadily bringing you down from that high as he practically engulfs you with his muscled form like he needs there to not be a singular inch of space between you. “My sweet girl.” He whispers against your mouth, a string of spit connecting you, his eyes ablaze with his desire.

As your underwear is tossed to some unknown corner, he fumbles with the buckle of his belt, shoving it aside to finally free his aching cock, precum beading at the tip. He runs his slick-covered hand along his length, happily coating himself in your release. He gives a sound halfway between a hum and a moan. “Fuck, darlin’, I need ya…” He practically gasps against your collarbones, his cock slipping between your folds, collecting the remainder of your cum. “Need ya so bad.”

You both moan in tandem when he at last thrusts into you, his hips flush to yours and filling you so completely in the way he’s done countless times before. His hand suddenly finds yours, your fingers intertwining and gripping on to the other so tightly it’s like you’re scared they’ll disappear if you let go. He draws out to the tip only to then slam back in, ecstasy simmering in his veins now that he can take you. He bites your skin between his blunt teeth, teasing that goldmine of ambrosia waiting just beneath, calling to him. He’s dreamt of the day he can finally drink from you, can finally have more than just the few drops that bubble to the surface from a cut or him biting too hard. He pushes those thoughts away now, not daring to tempt his appetite and instead focusing on the way your pussy holds onto him like a vice.

Your free hand comes up to card through his sweat-soaked hair, his short bangs plastered to his forehead. You grip at the strands for purchase as he sets an unrelenting, steady pace, his desperate pleas and vows to you a constant in your ear. You know for a fact no man’s ever loved you the way he does, no man’s ever been this desperate for you, so willing to get on his knees just for you to look at him. You welcomed him in, gave him something to hold on to and call his own, some place to belong—and he’ll spend the rest of his eternity showing you his gratitude.

You moan loud after a particularly harsh thrust, his grip on you tightening as he hits that sweet spot inside of you, the one that knocks the breath from your lungs and has you seeing stars. “So beautiful, sweet girl, y’sound so nice.” Remmick pants, his drool that’s begun to fall smearing along your skin. “Feel so good, so fuckin’ tight fer me.”

You practically chant his name mixed with a slew of curses, voice punctuated by his rutting into you. He has you pinned to the mattress, his muscles flexing against you with his efforts, making sure you stay right where he wants you. He licks up your neck, tasting the saltiness of your sweat, inhaling the drug that is your scent, heightened by your pleasure and mixed with something intoxicating. His groan falls off into a whine, mind overridden by his adoration for you and his lust, chasing the release he can feel building.

He knows it’s the same for you, he can feel your flutters around his cock, that knot within you growing to the point of soon coming undone. His free hand releases your hip to find your clit, rubbing jerky, uneven circles over the sensitive bud while you writhe in an attempt to get away from the overload of pleasure. Remmick never gives you the chance, your body tensing as that second orgasm crashes over you like an angry wave, your noises becoming broken and breathless.

Remmick’s eyes nearly roll back from the way your pussy grips his cock, his forehead falling to your chest as he tries to laugh and fails. “Shit, suckin’ me in. Fuck, sweet thing- I can’t-“ He manages one last thrust before he cums deep inside you, his words breaking off with a wail, your walls painted white with his spend.

You both lay there for a moment, motionless in the aftermath of release, combined sweat covering your bodies and your hands still locked together. You and him shudder when his cock slips out of you, your shared cum beginning to seep from you in his absence.

Remmick is the first to regain himself, as always, his lips leaving gentle kisses on the space between your breasts and up your throat and jaw before reaching your mouth. He kisses you sweetly, then pulling back to bring your hand to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss on your knuckles, on your wedding ring. “My perfect girl.” He murmurs. “So good to me.”

You smile tiredly, your arms slinging across his shoulders. “Could say the same to you.” You tease. You then sigh contentedly, bringing him in and encouraging him to lay on your chest. “I love you, Remmick, I hope you know that.”

Those three words, so simple and yet so damning, always make him stop. He has to run them over in his mind, like he doesn’t believe they can actually be said to a thing like him. His hold on your hips tightens, his face nuzzling into you as if to hide from that phrase. “‘Course I do. Love you too, darlin’.” He mumbles, the words still foreign on his old tongue. Your smile softens, your fingers running soothingly through his hair. You pull the covers back up around you both, encasing him in the warmth that he lacks.

Outside, you can hear the familiar early morning sounds of the South; the birds chirping, the bugs buzzing in their swarms, and the occasional car sputtering by. The world wakes up beyond your reinforced curtains, basking in the sunlight that Remmick so violently hides away from. He knows that in a few hours you’ll go out and join them, greeting your neighbors and sharing recent news, playing a game of normalcy so nobody asks too many questions about the husband they’ve never seen.

But for right now, he’ll enjoy being able to hold you and feel your body right against his, your steady heartbeat drumming in his ear as sleep pulls you away. He’ll enjoy having you all to himself in the safety of the dark before you step out into the daylight and leave him behind.

#finally finished editing this omg #sorry for the wait!!#I hope this is alright 🧎#sinners Remmick #remmick #remmick x reader #remmick smut #vampire fanfic #jinx-xxed asks

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Cullen Family x Female Vampire Reader (Platonic)

PART 11

Summary: Bella wakes up and begins to adjust to her new life as a Vampire. Carlisle struggles to change Y/N's mind about how her life should come to an end.

TW: Mentions of death/medications/injury/illness, lack of regard for the feelings of others, medical testing, suicidal ideation/suicide attempt, blood.

*CONTAINS MATURE THEMES*

Y/N stepped into the bathroom, closing the door before pushing the cabinet up against it quietly. Her muscles trembled with the effort and she found herself struggling to catch her breath. Any semblance of her supernatural abilities had abandoned her, leaving her frail and vulnerable.

Carlisle had spent hours trying to convince her to choose a different route of treatment. It was beginning to feel like she was bashing her head against a wall and it was obvious that he wasn't going to give up easily.

She could understand where he was coming from, but it wasn't his life and it certainly wasn't his decision to make. Y/N decided to take matters into her own hands, choosing her own path while she still had the ability to.

Y/N moved over to the sink, opening one of the drawers and pulling out a pair of silver scissors. Y/N sat down on the floor with a grimace, leaning back against the side of the bathtub. Y/N spread the shears of the scissors open, holding onto the sharpest one before taking a breath.

Everyone stopped what they were doing as the smell of blood suddenly began to fill the air. Bella tensed, "Where is that coming from?" She asked.

"Y/N," Carlisle said, standing up from the table and rushing down the hallway to her bedroom.

Jacob followed closely behind him as Edward got Bella and Jasper out of the house before the scent had a chance to overwhelm them. Carlisle stepped into Y/N's bedroom, looking around quickly before moving over to the bathroom door.

"Y/N," He called, turning the doorknob and realizing that it had been locked. He broke the doorknob, pushing the door open easily before slipping inside.

Y/N was sitting on the floor in a quickly expanding pool of blood. Carlisle grabbed two towels from the rack before moving over to her. Carlisle knelt down in front of her, holding pressure on both of her wrists with the towels.

"Jacob, help me hold pressure," Carlisle instructed.

Jacob hesitated, standing frozen in the doorway as he took in the gory scene ahead of him.

"Jacob," Carlisle called again, Jacob was pulled out of his trance and rushed over to them, kneeling down next to Y/N.

Jacob held one of the towels against her wrist, keeping firm pressure as blood began to soak into the material, "It's not stopping," Jacob said shakily, tightening his grip on her arm.

Carlisle peered under the towel before shaking his head, "I need to stitch the wounds, they're too deep," Carlisle stated.

"I need you to keep pressure on her arms while I prepare the room. Hold on as tight as you can manage," Carlisle continued.

Jacob nodded, shifting over and holding onto both of her arms as Carlisle ran to prepare his supplies.

Jacob felt nauseous as her warm blood began to soak into the material of his pants, "Y/N, stay with me," Jacob said.

"Just let me die," She mumbled.

"Not like this," Jacob stated firmly.

Carlisle returned quickly, "I'm ready for her," He said.

Jacob quickly shifted, lifting Y/N into his arms and carrying her through the house to Carlisle's procedure room. Jacob looked around at the trays of various medical supplies that had been arranged on sterile drapes as he laid Y/N down on the table.

"I can handle things from here if you'd like to step out," Carlisle offered, Jacob nodded.

"I'll be right outside," He mumbled, leaving the room quickly and closing the door behind himself.

He realized that his skin and clothes were covered in her blood, staring down at his shaking hands as he backed into the wall. Jacob inhaled slowly as he slid down the wall, sitting on the floor and staring off into space as he thought about what had happened.

Y/N had tried to end her own life.

Jacob had no idea that she felt like her life had gotten bad enough to warrant something so terrible. She seemed completely fine a few days ago, but he clearly didn't know the whole story.

Edward made his way down the hallway, lingering a few steps away from Jacob as he looked down at him, "How bad was it?" Edward asked.

"There was a lot of blood," Jacob replied.

"I don't know why she'd do something so reckless," Edward said, shaking his head.

Jacob looked up at him, "She clearly didn't think she had any other option. Everyone in this house is so intent on saving her, but no one is willing to listen to what she actually wants," He stated.

"We're trying to help her, Jacob. I don't expect you to understand," Edward said.

"She obviously doesn't want your help," Jacob snapped.

"You're right... But we can't let her go without trying absolutely everything to save her," Edward said.

"I haven't known her for very long, but I think this was her way of telling you to stop," Jacob replied.

Edward didn't reply and the pair settled into a tense silence as they waited outside the door. It took a few hours before Carlisle emerged, wiping the blood from his hands, "Is she okay?" Jacob asked.

"She'll be fine, but we need to have her under constant observation from this point on," Carlisle stated.

"We'll do whatever we can," Edward nodded.

"I'll move her back to her bedroom and we can take shifts," Carlisle said.

"I want to be with her when she wakes up," Jacob said, Carlisle nodded.

"I gave her a pretty heavy sedative so she'll probably be out for a while. You can wash up and take first watch," Carlisle said, Jacob nodded.

He took a quick shower and changed his clothes before making his way back to Y/N's bedroom. She slept soundly in ber bed with crisp white gauze wrapped around both of her wrists.

Jacob sat down in the chair beside her bed, watching over her as the sun began to set outside. He couldn't explain it, but he felt some kind of obligation to be with Y/N at this time.

Everyone in the family had someone and she was alone, losing her Vampirism along with her vitality. She needed someone to speak up for her because no one in the family was willing to listen to what she really wanted.

...

It had been a few days since Y/N had attempted to take her own life and things in the household were tense.

Carlisle decided that Y/N needed to be closely monitored since her attempt. Y/N could no longer be trusted and he couldn't bring himself to give her another chance.

Jasper and Bella were not included in the rotation of constant supervision over Y/N. Carlisle didn't doubt that she would harm herself again to take advantage of their bloodlust.

Y/N hadn't said much since she woke up after her attempt. Carlisle could tell that she was disappointed to have survived, but he didn't know how to help her.

Edward and Carlisle had searched her room, confiscating anything that she could possibly use to harm herself. Carlisle could feel her growing resentment, but he still cared about her and would do whatever it took to keep her safe.

Even from herself.

Jacob tried to be a positive presence in Y/N's life. He brought cards, board games, books and movies whenever he had the chance.

Jacob seemed to be the only person Y/N could tolerate and Carlisle encouraged him to spend as much time with her as possible. Jacob had been a good friend to Bella when Edward left Forks. Carlisle hoped that the young boy would be able to show Y/N that she still had something left to live for.

Jacob stepped into the bedroom and Emmett stood up from the chair next to her bed. Y/N glared at him as he moved across the room.

"Good luck, she's in a mood," Emmett muttered, stepping out of her bedroom and closing the door behind himself.

Jacob made his way over, sitting down in the chair at her bedside, "So, you're in a mood today, huh?" He questioned.

Y/N didn't reply, staring ahead silently, "I'd be pretty pissed if I was stuck in a room all day too," He said, eyes flickering over her face.

Y/N's cheeks were sunken in and dark bags had settled underneath her eyes. She hadn't been able to keep any food down for days and he hated watching her fade away.

"Do you wanna get out of the house for a while?" Jacob asked.

Y/N shot him a look, "Don't offer something that you can't provide," She snapped.

"I already talked to Carlisle," Jacob stated.

"And he agreed?" Y/N asked.

"He did," Jacob nodded.

She sat up, pushing the blankets off of her body and flipping her legs over the side of the bed, "Where are we going?" Y/N asked.

"Wherever you want," Jacob replied.

Y/N stood up with a grimace before slowly moving into her closet, she returned after a few moments with a jacket and shoes on.

"Ready to go?" He questioned, she nodded.

Jacob followed closely behind her as she made her way out of the bedroom and through the house. Y/N paused at the top of the stairs, holding onto the railing as she struggled to catch her breath.

"You okay?" Jacob asked, hand settling on her lower back.

"Just need a minute," She mumbled.

"Do you need to sit down?" He questioned, Y/N nodded.

Jacob took a step down, taking her hand and supporting her as she sat down at the top of the stairs.

"Should I get Carlisle?" Jacob asked, Y/N shook her head.

"I'm fine," She stated, leaning against the wall and closing her eyes.

Jacob sat down on the stair beside her, watching her closely as she calmed down. It took a few minutes before Y/N was ready to continue on down the stairs.

Jacob moved ahead of her as they descended the stairs, ready to catch her if she lost her footing or became too exhausted.

They made their way outside and Y/N shivered as a cool breeze blew by them, "Do you need a warmer jacket?" Jacob questioned.

"I'm fine, Jacob," She replied.

"You sure? No wind protection on the motorcycle," He said.

Y/N smiled slightly, "Does Carlisle know about this?" She questioned.

Jacob shrugged as he stepped over to the bike, "Thought it could be our little secret," He said.

Jacob picked up his helmet from the seat of his motorcycle, holding it out to her. Y/N made her way over to him and took the helmet from his hand.

"Thank you for this," She said.

"No thanks necessary. Just need you to tell me where we're going," Jacob smiled.

"I want to see your house," Y/N stated.

"It's nothing special. Are you sure that's where you want to go?" He questioned.

Y/N nodded, "Alrighty then, let's get going," Jacob replied.

Y/N put on the helmet as Jacob got onto the motorcycle, he put the key into the ignition and started the engine. Y/N stepped over and lifted her leg over the bike, sitting down on the seat behind him.

"Hold on tight," Jacob said.

Y/N wrapped her arms around him, leaning against his back as he pushed up the kickstand with his boot and sped off down the road.

...

Jacob stood in the doorway to his bedroom as he watched Y/N move around his space. Jacob was grateful that his father was spending the evening at Charlie's house.

Things had been going well with the Cullens and the Wolves, but Jacob worried that his father would still be uncomfortable with her presence in his home.

Y/N sat down on the edge of his bed, fingers brushing across the blankets beside her. Jacob made his way over, sitting down beside her with a soft sigh.

"So, is it everything you hoped it would be?" Jacob asked, gesturing vaguely to the room around them.

"Do you miss being here?" Y/N asked.

"A little, but I like being able to spend time with you and Renesmee," He replied.

"And Bella," Y/N said flatly.

Jacob smiled slightly, huffing a soft laugh, "I don't understand why you hate her so much," Jacob said.

"I just do," Y/N snapped.

"You're lucky that I like you," Jacob said.

Y/N's shoulders relaxed slightly, Jacob wrapped his arm around her waist and guided her body into his side. Y/N leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder with a soft huff.

"How would you feel about having a fire tonight?" Jacob questioned.

"I'd like that," She nodded.

Y/N straightened up as Jacob stood up from the edge of the bed, "I'll go get it started. You can hang out in here for a bit if you want," Jacob offered.

"I think I'd rather supervise you," Y/N replied.

"Do you want a beer while you supervise me?" He questioned.

"You're becoming a bad influence on me, Jacob," Y/N stated, standing up from the edge of the bed and stepping closer to him.

"I think you could definitely do a lot worse," Jacob smiled, picking up a folded blanket from the end of the bed.

"I'm not sure that Carlisle would agree with that," Y/N said, following him out into the living room.

"I think that you should get to experience everything that life has to offer," Jacob stated.

He stopped at the fridge, opening the door and reaching inside. He pulled out a beer bottle, closing the door before leading Y/N outside.

They walked across the yard and Jacob pulled out a chair for Y/N to sit in while he chopped the wood. Y/N sat quietly with the blanket wrapped around her shoulders, watching him as he worked.

Jacob placed the wood into the pit before lighting a bit of kindling on fire and tucking it under the wood. The fire began to spread slowly, the wood crackled as smoke began to float up into the air.

Jacob sat down in the chair beside Y/N, they sat together quietly as she sipped on her beer.

"Do you like it?" Jacob questioned.

"It's disgusting," Y/N replied with a grimace.

"You don't have to drink it if you don't like it," Jacob chuckled.

"I can struggle through one beer," Y/N assured, picking at the label with her thumb nail.

"What do you want to do tomorrow?" Jacob asked.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, "You don't have to keep hanging out with me if you don't want to. I know that Carlisle put you up to it," Y/N said.

"I want to hang out with you... It seems like you could really use a friend right now," Jacob replied.

Y/N looked over at him, "I don't want your pity," She stated.

"It's not pity. I just feel like no one in that house listens to you and it really bothers me. You need someone in your corner and I'm willing to be that person if you'll let me," Jacob said.

"Thank you," Y/N mumbled, Jacob nodded.

"Back to what we were talking about before getting off track... What's the plan for tomorrow?" Jacob questioned, Y/N smiled softly.

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Common Mistakes Everyone Makes With Aluminium Ladder

Aluminum ladder is an indispensable item in our homes, nowadays. It helps you to get an item on top, change the bulb, repair the curtain, or put something on the floor causing difficulty, which saves a lot of time and effort. Therefore, the aluminum ladder is a lightweight item, it allows positioning in many forms, such as double, straightening, bending, etc. in accordance with our various purposes.

If you frequently face such difficulties as expressed above, or, even some completely different issues that need the utilization of a ladder, don’t hesitate to get one. These ladders don’t take up an excessive amount of space nor are they bulky and a burden. Contrary to several people’s beliefs they're really quite handy.

We should check up on features like safety measures, steppers size, rubber matting, and quality standards as OSHA, number of steps, weight capability, area it uses, and sturdiness and certify the ladder is compatible along with your activities.

Every year, there are several emergency room-treated injuries caused by falls from ladders, according to the WHO. And you don’t have to rumble far to get hurt, most of the falls are from a height of 10 feet or less.

Still, aluminum ladders are essential DIY tools for so many projects and tasks, from painting your space and cleaning gutters to hanging decorative items. So don’t become static, stay safe by steering clear of the accident including the mistake you make using a ladder.

Choosing The Wrong Type

Aluminum ladder safety starts with the structure itself. Ladders come in different types, weight capacities, and materials. Choosing one that is not suitable for your work can lead to a severe injury, for example, a low-capacity step stool instead of a higher capacity frame ladder to replace a curtain or an aluminum model near electrical lines where a non-conductive fiberglass ladder should be used. You must consider the project, environment, and weight of the material you will carry while on the ladder and choose the best ladder for the work.

The Height Factor

Generally, a step stool or a step ladder is ideal for indoor projects requiring a lift of two to eight feet. Whereas a scaffolding ladder is articulated for outdoor projects requiring a boost of 14 feet or more. But every type of ladder varies in height and selecting a ladder that’s too short or tall for your height can tempt you to stand on tiptoes or bend down for the work area, which could make the ladder unstable and cause a fall. Whenever you buy a ladder, remember that a six-foot person can only reach four feet higher than the ladder height. So you need a five-foot ladder to reach a surface nine feet above the ground.

Uneven or Smooth Surface

Think twice before setting up your ladder on a smooth or uneven surface like a bed, a freshly waxed floor, or a wet driveway. The feet at the ladder base could move as you shift your weight around the rungs, causing the ladder to slide out from your reach. For maximum ladder safety, set up it on a solid, level, and non-slippy surface that allows all the feet of the ladder to make contact with the ground or floor.

Leaving the Locking Device Unlocked

There is no need to lock your ladder for a quick wall décor hanging, right? Wrong! If you leave your ladder lock unlocked, there is a possibility the front and rear of the ladder could close in on itself, jerking you forward or backward. To ensure that your ladder stays open, engage the locking mechanism before you step up.

Using Extension Ladder Too Close To The Wall

Unlike a step or frame ladder, which does not have any supporting structure to stay upright, the extension ladder must lean against a structure like a wall and then be secured to upper support before using it. But the angle between the ladder base and the wall should not be too steep as the ladder could tilt backward as you climb up.

Fails To Maintain Less than Three Points of Contact

Many of the users step up on the ladder with both hands full of tools, only to throw off balance and potentially fall down. Whether you are climbing up, down, or standing on a ladder, always maintain three points of contact—two-hand one foot or two feet, and one hand to keep you balanced.

Leaning Too Far Away From The Ladder

This is the most common reason for falling down. As we try to do work out of our reach. You positioned your ladder a little too far to the left or right of the intended working area and now you are stretching your arm or leaning your body beyond the ladder to reach it. This can be a bad move! Overreaching while being on a ladder can tip it over and send you crashing. While standing on a ladder, position yourself with the buckle of your belt between the steps. If you can’t reach your targeted area from that position, don’t stretch yourself; come down and reposition the steps to maintain ladder safety.

Standing on the Top Step

Every ladder should be labeled with the highest safe standing level; stepping above that rung makes the ladder unstable and increases the chances of falling down. In general, avoid standing on the uppermost platform of the ladder or the two steps below it to keep your center of gravity lower and maintain higher stability. If you can’t comfortably reach the desired working area, you need a taller ladder.

Bringing Someone To Help

If you bring someone to help or to get tools, the ladder is likely to buckle and throw one or both of you backward. Except for two-sided ladders, those are designed to support two people, one on the front and the other on the rear set of rungs, otherwise, there should only be one person on a ladder at a time.

Keeping Loose Tools On Rungs

As convenient as it may seem to stash spanner, hammer, paintbrush can on the rung above you, one wrong move can land you on the floor or if these tools are kept above your head could land on top of you, delivering a blow to the head.

If your ladder doesn’t have a tool tray or a tool belt, a hoist is used to lift things up a ladder.

Leaving a Nearby Door Unlocked

When a door opens, a ladder nearby will close or tip over and send the person thereon flying. It’s best to avoid putting in place ladders close to doorways if you want to position your ladder close to a door, lock it and either place up a sign warning others to not use it or have a helper guard it so that nobody will open the and unwittingly knock down the ladder.

Using Extensible Tools

A telescoping paint roller or an extendable duster can cause a nasty spill if it catches on one of the rungs, jostles the ladder, and causes you to lose your footing and fall. Protracted tools that also need heaps of leverage, like a lever, are even more threatening to balance. Avoid using tools with extension poles once atop a ladder; with the correct ladder height and proper placement close to the workspace, you won’t want the accessorial reach of those tools.

Walking Underneath

Forget those bad luck superstitions! Walking underneath a ladder that’s being used exposes you to potential fallen objects, or you can inadvertently shift the ladder and force whoever’s atop it to take a dive. Always skirt an open ladder to protect yourself and the person using it.

If you are looking for a brand that can provide you highly safe ladders to use, EQUAL is one of them. They are considered as the best choice for online purchases.

Some Common Types of Ladder to Buy

There are a lot of uses for an aluminium ladder than simply changing light bulbs, which results in there being quite a few differing kinds of ladders when you take design, purpose, and materials into consideration. We embarked on all the categories of ladders below.

Step Ladder

A step Ladder or household ladder is the most common type of ladder, it is the most popular one because of its simple design and easy usability. These ladders are self-supporting, so you can take them where you need them. It consists of two sets of rungs that are evenly spaced with a top step that connects the two together.

You can either use one or both sides for climbing up or down, depending on the design. However, you can find models where you can only use one side. These are known as simple front step ladders. The other side is just for support.

There is a spreader that defines the limit of how far each can move out from the center. It keeps you safe when you’re stepping onto it. The bottom portion of the ladder is known as the feet or shoes. They are typically made of anti-skid material.

Extension Ladder

The limitation of the household step ladder is height before the weight becomes an issue. That’s the reason why the extension ladder comes into play. It can reach greater heights which makes it an excellent product to use outdoors where you have to reach a certain height that cannot be obtained by a step ladder easily. A telescopic ladder could be a variation on this theme with the flexibility to increase the height you wish to reach. It consists of a base and flies. The former stays on the bottom. The latter is the part that you use to extend your reach.

Unlike the step ladder, this kind isn't independent. You’ll get to lean it against something to keep it stable. The fly can slide upward by hooks or a rope and pulley-block system. It also has the protection features of non-skid feet and even another set of hooks on top to secure its position.

Multipurpose Ladder

The multipurpose ladder combines the features of the step ladder and an extension ladder increasing its versatility. It can be self-supporting or can also lean against something stable if required. It can even stand like scaffolding depending on the project requirement. It can be a smart choice for the contractor or the person who has to work alone and versatility with ladder height.

Articulated Ladder

The articulated ladder is another type of portable ladder that can change its shape according to a project or job. It is easy to transport because of its design structure. This type of ladder contains a series of locking hinges to keep them in place. Because of this factor, they have a limited range of height. However, they are amazingly versatile which makes them worth buying.

Telescopic Ladder

The telescopic ladder is the most modern type of ladder in this segment and my favorite too. Its design and easy usability make it unique from others. The features people like about it are its easy portability and lightweight. So, you can carry it anywhere with extreme ease and comfort.

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luxurious

pairing: hellokittylover!oc x boxer!jk

genre: fluff, suggestive

"this kind of love is getting expensive"

warnings: SUGGESTIVE— lingerie shopping, perv thoughts, boob squeezing, kissing

word count: 1,619

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one of jeongguk’s favorite activities is to go shopping with you.

to each their own, it may be boring for other boyfriends to go shopping around with their girlfriends but jeongguk seemed to love and enjoy this particular activity. it gives him pleasure to be around and witness you get the things you like. to put it in simple words, thrill and ecstatic looks good on you.

he loves to get dragged by you to each store at the outdoor shopping center. knowing how excited you get, he speeds up his steps to match with yours so he can still open the doors for you.

as soon as you enter the first clothing store, you almost always forget that you’re with your boyfriend as you swiftly make your way to feel the texture of the pieces of clothes you find interesting, partially letting his presence slip on your mind. which he understands because you’ve been telling him this ‘define lulu jacket’ and how badly you need them in your closet all-week long. you mention them to him first thing in the morning and before shutting your eyes at night.

and now here you are. grabbing four different colors of the jackets that you’ve been obsessing on. baby pink, black, dark burgundy, and white.

“feel how soft they are baby!!” you exclaim, handling the fabric piece near him to feel with his fingertips, which he did. he could care less about shit like this but if his pretty girl cares, he automatically cares for them too. he just nodded in approval.

he feels like a lost puppy following you around the store but is he complaining? definitely not. him being there next to you is already a blessing. he also doesn’t mind holding a tall pile of gym clothes that you’re going to try-on later.

you insist that he wait outside the fitting room. however he strongly insisted, convincing you that he would rather be zero feet away from you than three. plus he can give you his opinion if you’re debating on things.

of course that’s just all just a false display for him to put up. not completely though. but what is truly rewarding about going shopping with you is he gets to see you try on a variety of clothes. including the fact that you have to undress in front of him. he’s a grown man after all.

“kookie, what do you think of this one? ” you asked your boyfriend sitting behind you, as you examined the jacket. the cloudy pink material hugs your physique perfectly, and fits like a glove. it defines your waist and curves naturally.

yet that’s not where his mind is at. the moment he sat down behind you, he can’t help but to stare at your nice plush ass. correction, they stared at him first. the yoga pants also seemed to give justice to defining your butt. he cleared his throat before speaking. “looks like it’s made for you baby.” he commented, eyes still glued on your behind.

‘just like me’ he thought.

“okie, I will definitely be getting this one then.” you innocently agree before trying the other ones.

after trying on several more clothes in your shopping bag, you’ve decided that you’re only getting two jackets. you just got done paying bills, car payment, and put some money into savings after this recent paycheck. with some leftover money, you can only afford two pieces for now considering that they’re quite pricey.

“I think I’m ready to check out” you announce to your man as you hang back most of the clothes into the clothing rack.

“you didn’t like most of them, love?” he curiously asked. you seemed to like each one of them.

“I do kook, I’ll be back for them next time” you said, giving him a soft smile.

“what about let’s buy everything you like now?”

“I can’t koo, I have to wait ‘till next paycheck.” delicately explaining to him.

you understand that jeongguk came from a wealthy family. oftentimes he doesn’t look at prices of things. why would he? when he can confidently afford it. he also gets a big commission and bonuses from boxing since he always wins. in which that money from his wins goes to the things he buys for you.

“who said anything about spending your money? baby when are you gonna get used to me paying for you?”

and here we go again.

you took a deep breath before replying, “love, we already talked about this. didn’t we?”

don’t get it twisted, you love receiving gifts and treats from your boyfriend. it gives you pleasure, making. you feel loved even. but not when he does it every single time as if paying for you is his only purpose in your life. he’s still your boyfriend. not sugar daddy.

you had multiple conversations about it. you kept telling him that he didn’t have to. the result? He continued to insist and never listened.

“we’ve talked about it and the conclusion every time is that you’ll let me.” he noted, collecting back the clothes that you placed on the rack. “shall we?”

you argue no further. he wins. always

you were not surprised when the total cost was as expensive as your apartment rent. just like always, his metal black card is the one that’s getting tapped on the card reader.

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jeongguk’s most favorite store to go to with you is Victoria’s Secret.

it’s certainly obvious why. this store is like a paradise to him. there’s nothing more exciting than picking lingeries and underwear for his woman. it’s like playing a game where he has to dress his own doll, putting so much energy into finding cute and sexy undies for you although he’ll end up ripping them off. not only that, he’s willing to spend thousands and thousands of dollars to replace them again.

“jeonggukie, I don’t see a point of buying these when you’re just gonna rip them again.” is what you would say.

he shrugs it off, showing no hint of bother. the shameless man even initiated to choose the undies that he thought will suit you, earning a few concerning stares from other shoppers and couples.

they must be envious. he thinks. but jeongguk is a man that has his priorities straight. he’s the only one who will see these undergarments being worn by you. nobody will be able to take them off you or what’s even better, rip them off you. no one else. only him is able to fuck you on them. why would he care what people would think? zero fucks were given as he continued to gather more of the good stuff.

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“hmm?” you hummed, looking at his eyes in the reflection of the full body mirror in the intimate fitting room, fishing for some type of comment on the dark burgundy laced lingerie that you tried on for him. soft and delicate, just like you. it’s thin, almost see through. most importantly: is very low cut showing so much cleavage, barely covering anything.

those large and rough fingertips of his runned through the flimsy material. from the side of your lower pelvis, his two huge palms made their way to give your tits a good squeeze. he took his precious time to admire how heavenly you looked. the color of the chosen lingerie compliments your skin tone divinely. it’s the way it sits right on your body.

“this coming home with us” he wearily muttered under his breath.

“but koo, this one is too pricey. $200 for this? maybe we can find a cheaper one” you faltered before glancing down at the white price tag.

“I love this one though, I want this, the baby pink one, and the white one” he knew that those two were your favorite color.

“jeongguk it’s too much,” you protested. “don’t want you spending more money on me”

your boyfriend just chuckled, shaking his head. spending a couple of grands from his bank account won’t hurt anybody, it’s barely worth a coin to him.

“love if you’re worried that I will go broke from buying you these things, I’m assuring you now that I got it all covered okay?” he whispered, his index finger lifted your chin to look up to him.

“but it’s not only that koo..” you started, guilt taking over you. you’re very aware that you won’t be able to pay him anytime soon. not with the amount of money he has spent and will spend on you.

“you’re worried that you can’t pay me back?” he muttered, planting kisses on the side of your neck.

the gentleman can read you like a book. by fixing his gaze into your eyes and the tone in your voice, he can discern how you feel or what you’re thinking. jeongguk observes and studies you like his favorite subject.

he paused the kisses, “I’ll never ask you to pay me back and you know this.” he mumbled softly before pressing his lips into your smooth skin.

“you wanna insist on paying me back baby? there’s different ways to pay back. hmm?” you can feel him smirking beneath you. from smooches, he intensifies his seductive actions by licking and sucking one weak spot on your neck, resulting in you to produce a faint moan.

at this point, he’s got you wrapped around his fingers. jeongguk knew how and where to hit your weak points. you’ve got him too. simply by being submissive to him.

before the temptation took completely over, he stopped. thanks to his strong self-control for keeping his sexual desire under control.

“we’ll check these out then where do you want to go next love? Chanel? LV? Dior?”

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babydoll372 · 19 days ago

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hihi!!!!!! i genuinely love ur fics sm i look forward to them everyday :D

okayyyy here's what i imagine, taking sub milf wanda to a sex shop for the first time and she get reallyyyy shy on what to play with and wear. she ends up picking a pretty butt plug and a leash to try out and they perform bdsm or just heavy rough sex or smth like that!! i also imagine sub milf wanda having a huge praise kink and perhaps lactation kink?? 👀👀

Trying It Out

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: 2367

Warnings: smut, butt plugs, leashes, whips, praise kink, Mommy (W), relatively service top!R, some insecurities, age gap relationship,

“See anything you like?” Wanda jumped at the sound of your voice, her cheeks that were already pink from her makeup only worsening with your hands on her waist. You rested your head on her shoulder as you admired the rack she kept wandering back to.

“You think you’re ready for a plug, Wands?” She quickly glanced around to ensure no one heard you before shrugging.

“Maybe. I don’t really know…what do you think?” She turned in your hold, resting her hands on your chest with a small, anxious frown. As excited as she was, this was the last place she wanted to be. She wanted to do this online so no worker would have to see her selections and have their secluded judgments, but you insisted she break her shell and try it. And now here she was.

“I think you should pick out whatever it is that you want, and if you want me to use a plug on that cute little ass then I will have zero complaints.” You grinned teasingly, and she rolled her eyes at your attitude. Yet a smile still somehow conjured onto her face.

“I, uh…I think I want the plug. The one with the little heart.” She pointed her finger upward to a casing holding her desired item. You were quick to grab it and inspect it, not even sparing a glance at the price before agreeing she’d look beautiful with it as you kissed her cheek.

The two of you walked around the rest of the store together, you occasionally stopping at different items and asking if she wanted to take a look at them, but she’d either decline with multiple apologies following or shrug in fear of saying yes to anything. In the back of the shop near a door where you guessed more supplies were locked away, there were an array of whips and ropes that caused your eyes to light up. Wanda looked at them with an ounce of fear, but once she saw your reaction she wanted to try and improve her image.

“We should try that one.” She again pointed to the item, yet this time it was a hanging leather whip freshly cut to match her shape. Your eyes instantly shifted to hers as she looked at you with hopefulness and determination.

“You sure you can handle that?” She nodded, standing on her tippy toes to reach for the item and lower it into her hands. She felt the colder material and bit her lip, handing it to you.

“Where would you use it on me?” Her voice was quiet, soft, only just above a sweet whisper. You took a quick look around your surroundings and when spotting no one, you turned her around, letting her press into the wall as your hand glided across her ass.

“Well, first I’d most definitely use it here,” You squeezed the fat beneath her jeans, feeling her body move into yours. “Then I’d probably want to use it right along this sweet cunt,” You chuckled quietly at her whimper as your fingers grazed over her clit, your thigh nudging hers apart. “And then, to spoil myself, I might want to use it on these soft, swollen breasts.” You moaned quietly to yourself as you cupped the tissue, making her cover her mouth with her hand due to the sensitivity the area held. You then left a lingering kiss on her neck before pulling away and turning her around.

“Do you still want to get it?”

“I do…a-and I think I want the- the leash too, if that’s okay.” Your smile grew larger than before and she basked in it, overjoyed at the idea of pleasing you. But it wasn’t only for you, it was also for her. She could feel herself growing wetter at the idea of being treated as a pet, being whipped under your soft protection, and being stuffed in her tightest hole as you’d degrade her for even fostering the idea. All were such things she couldn’t even have the privilege of imagining when she had been married to her children’s father, yet now you were opening this environment so welcoming to her growing imagination.

“We’ll get whatever it is you want, sweetheart.”

When the two of you were checking out she could feel a shamefulness returning as she lowered her head so the worker wouldn’t see the darkness covering her face, and not to mention the wrinkles. She always felt insecure about her appearance and her age, which was one of the reasons why she wasn’t the most eager to go to this shop. She worried the younger dynamic would judge a woman her age exploring different ideas for the first time, and some did, and some couldn’t have cared any less. But you always were the one who made her confidence rise as you kissed over every line and stretch her body contracted over the years, promising you loved each and every one of them. You promised she wasn’t unnatural or sinful, and with you, she could finally believe it.

So as you began leaving, she politely asked you to wait in the car for her while she entered the shop a few stores down, and you hesitantly agreed with a longing kiss. The mall was crowded and she was struggling to feel comfortable in the mobs of young teens, but she wanted to do this for you. And for herself, to be able to admire her beauty in the lingerie she searched through. So when she settled on a dark red pair instead of the one-piece she normally settled for with her previous husband to hide her postpartum pudgy stomach, she knew she had reached such an important level of trust that she wasn’t afraid for the rest that was to come, and instead, she walked to the car with her teeth visible past her upward lips.

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“Okay, I’m coming out now so make sure your eyes are closed!” The older woman yelled through the bathroom door, waiting for a response before she twisted the knob and found herself on the other side. She let out a nervous sigh as she settled herself in front of you, reaching outward with shaking hands to remove yours from your face. Your vision suddenly shifted from darkness to the ethereal redhead standing in front of you. Her fingers found themselves picking one another in front of her stomach as a way to not only hide herself but also distract her mind from your silence.

“Can you say something, please?” You blinked quickly, shutting your mouth after it had been left ajar. You swallowed, your hands delicately placing themselves on her waist.

“Sorry, sorry, you just- fuck, baby, you look so good.” You suddenly arose from the edge of the bed, lowering your head to her neck where your lips attached to. She whimpered quietly as you sucked a large hickey into her, and she couldn’t fight you off even though she knew her sons would be returning from their fathers in only two days. The reason was because she didn’t want to.

“Your skin is so soft too.” You muttered against her, your touch roaming around her body desperately. Your hips jutted against the air, searching for an ounce of friction yet still finding pleasure from none.

“I put on some lotion so I’d be ready for you.” She mustered out, and you pulled back for a moment to rest your forehead on her collarbone.

“My God, Wanda, you’re so perfect.” Your lips began to trace along her chest as her bra unclasped. “You know that? I feel like I don’t get to tell you enough how much I adore you.” You guided her to sit on the edge of the bed where you were only minutes prior, and she let out a loud, gutterful moan at the feeling of your tongue rounding her nipples. You looked up at her, meeting her eyes as she held a heavy breath.

“My pretty girl, you look so cute like this.” One of your hands roamed along her thigh, reaching up and down slowly. Your fingers grazed gently along her clothed clit, rubbing small, tight circles.

“You make me feel so young, Y/N - so beautiful…” She quietly comments, running her fingers through your hair as she felt your humming vibrate along her hardened nipple. Suddenly, droplets began to leak into your mouth, your tongue eagerly lapping up the source as it only caused her to elicit a loud whine. Your digits slipped past her panties, slowly easing into her entrance with grace. She glanced down, watching her hole greedily accept you before her head was thrown back. She tried biting her lip to create a form of silence, but it failed.

“Don’t you dare hide those pretty moans on me, Wanda, let me hear you.” As her body fell back against the mattress, yours followed. Your legs wrapped on either side of her thighs, your mouth finding solace on her neglected nipple as her body spasmed with pure electricity.

“Fuck! Please, please, please- I’ve been such a good girl, tell me I’ve been good!” You nodded against her, pulling back for a split moment with her milk drooling down your chin.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me! I’m so proud of you.” Tears brimmed her eyes as her hips mindlessly rocked into your thrusts, your digits increasing to a third and causing her to nearly scream in pleasure at the stretch.

“I’m a good Mommy, I’m a good Mommy, I’ve been a really good Mommy-“ She cut herself off with a silent moan, her eyes squeezing shut as you pulled back from her chest once receiving no more liquid and instead allowed her to ride out her high.

“That’s it, let me take care of you. Such a pretty girl.” Your fingers slowly eased out of her sopping cunt once ready, and she whined quietly at the feeling of emptiness approaching her again. Suddenly, she jolted as a sharp slap came to her swollen breasts. It was softer than you intended to treat any other area, yet she still reacted as though you had somehow betrayed her.

“C’mon, Mommy, I thought you were a good girl…well, good girls would take what they’re given, right?” She slowly came to a nod as she sniffled in silence, feeling the cold whip trail down her stomach slowly as you inched her thighs apart. You stood between her legs now as you delivered another slap to her soft skin, this time it was to her sensitive cunt. Then came another. You replaced the toy with a soothing touch, yet it only made her jerk in overstimulation.

“Turn around for me, baby, let me see that sweet little ass.” She quickly followed the instructions, gripping the fabric beneath her and glancing behind her eagerly to try and spot what it was you were going to do. She had a feeling, but she still wasn’t entirely ready for when it’d come. Then she felt drops of a cold lubricant ringing her tight hole as you smeared it around gently with a fingertip.

“Don’t be scared, I’ll go easy on you, okay?” She nodded in faith, yet she had to bite down on the sheets shortly after as the toy began protruding her ass. She whimpered and whined under your touch until she felt kisses along her back.

“There we go, it’s all the way in. You did it, Wanda.” She formed a small smile of gratitude and relief, yet that was replaced by her eyes widening in shock as you forced her head back and traced the skin of her neck with the leash you had to the side. She felt it clasp and a low tug was given, making a moan deliver from her mouth.

“You sound so fucking beautiful, Mommy. Just relax for me, I’ve got you.” She was too pleasure-ridden to have a full concept of what was going on around her, and all she knew was that she didn’t want it to end. You dropped the leash for only a moment as your hands spread her lower cheeks apart.

“Clench for me, Mommy.” You spoke with a groan, watching as her tight hole listened to your commands. “Fuck, do it again- please, baby.” And once again, another deep, desperate moan came from your end as she complied. You could feel your ignored wetness growing, your pulsing clit clenching around nothing as it was soaked in your mess. You then turned the woman over, holding tightly onto her leash as your legs began to straddle her face.

“You see how wet you’ve made me? That's it, clean up your mess, you dirty slut.” Wanda wasted no time, the moment your cunt was in eye-view she began lapping generously, and when it wasn’t enough, your tugging would force her face closer to you. Her nose nuzzling against your clit as your hole was what received the most attention. Her chin dripped in your juices, and yet it was as though she was sucking you completely dry of anything you released. Her fingers fell to her own entrance as two fingers slid in with ease, and she pumped them in and out quickly as her jaw twitched and ached at what she was offering. But the pain wasn’t able to register in her mind, all she could think about was your deafening voice as your hips grinded with a quickening speed.

“Shit! Oh, Mommy, I’m so close…” A tear ringed your eyeball while your mouth dropped open. You tugged her impossibly closer as your free hand held the back of her head and suddenly, as your legs shook and your body spasmed, a creamy liquid began to entertain her tongue, making her moan against you.

When you eventually removed yourself from her soft, angelic face, you kneeled in front of her, hovering over her hips as her digits escaped her hole, calling for yours instead. You stroked her cheek with your thumb, your lips coming to kiss hers softly.

“My precious girl…” Your fingers trailed down to her entrance as you grinned. “You’re just so needy.”

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heartfullofleeches · 8 months ago

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Drabble ft Thembo Darling mistaking one of Aspen [Housewife Yan]'s night slips for a tank top. (GN Reader, but they are described as having big naturtals and slightly implied to be taller than Aspen. Reader's chest is referred to as tits once or twice. Slightly suggestive.)

Wedded and residing in the same home as your spouse for several odd years, misplacement of your separate possessions as individuals is a one of numerous staples tied to married life. Your toothbrush in the slot where his would normally be. Leaving home smelling of lavender and honey instead of your regular body soap. Taking out the trash in pink slippers due to your own being nowhere in sight.

It's never been a point of issue to either of you. As a matter of fact, your wife seems delighted to find you at the breakfast table sipping from his favorite mug.

Groggy and drained of energy by the steam of a nice, hot shower before bed, you stumble into the bedroom as the click of the bathroom door muffles the sound of running water. Your wife enjoyed taking his time when he had it to spare, but unfortunately you were too exhausted to stay with him longer.

Pawing through the darkness, your fingers lace around the chilled knob of the top dresser drawer where you normally kept your nightwear. The insistence of your wife urging you to join him lead to you forgetting to grab a shirt for yourself. Losing your battle with the beast known as fatigue, you grab the closet one - throwing it over head as you switch trajectory for the bed.

"Something feels.....off."

As the fabric petals around you, you immediately notices something strange about the garment both in texture and the form at which it shapes to your frame. At first feel, you chalked the silk like touch of the shirt as some effect of the new laundry detergent Aspen picked up the other day. For a split moment, you pondered if you even put on anything to begin with - the material light and breathable like warm spring air. The familiar bind of your tank tops makes an appearance as the shirt rides the curve of your ample chest, biting the skin as you huff in frustration.

"Did it shrink in the wash?? Didn't he just buy these for me?"

Fiddling with oddly thin straps, your tits squish through the top of the shirt as you pull its hem in tandem. Your nipples pucker at the iciness cupping your chest as the fabric adjusts to the warmth of hot-bloodded body. Your teeth chatter as cool air blows over your bare stomach - the shirt barely having enough material to cover your navel.

"This thing totally shrunk! And it's brand new too...."

Slumped in defeat, cherubic humming echoes from behind the bathroom door - crescendoing as the handle turns and a figure shrouded in fog steps out. Aspen hangs his towel on the shower rack drilled to the backside of the door, facing away from you as he questions-

"Is everything alright, my love? Could've sworn i heard you saying something a moment ago."

"I think my tank top shrunk in the wash...."

"What?!" Aspen spins on his heels, expression flared in shock and surpise at your declaration. "But I just bought those for you! First thing tomorrow, we're marching down to that store to get you clothes that can survive more than one wash."

"I know." You whine, plopping down on the bed center of the brilliance still bleeding through the bathroom door. Aspen's jaws fall slack as he stares at you, but the source of his disbelief no longer regards the alleged faulty tank top.

"Darling?"

"You didn't even need to buy me new ones, but it was sweet of you to do anyway."

"Darling."

"And look what happened. Having to return gifts is the worst!"

"Darling!"

"Huh?!?" You snap to attention as your wife shouts, the fat of your well endowed bust nearly slipping over the low cut of your attire as you jump from the fright of if all. Breath violently yanked from his person, Aspen stammers for the proper words to say as he fans himself.

"Good heavens, if there are higher powers above, please give me strength." Aspen mutters feverishly to himself - regaining his prim and proper composure as he clasps his hands together; nails digging into his skin to remind him of self control.

"Dearest. My sweet angel, my love of loves - you are not wearing one of your shirts. You are wearing one of my slips."

Oh.

Ohhhh.

That explains- so much. More specifically the spilts at the sides and what you now recognize as frilly lace stitched around the hems.

"Oh, no. I'm stretching it all out, aren't I? Here, I'll try to get it off before I completely ruin it."

"NO!" Aspen's hands shoot forward as if you're inches from placing your hand on a hot stove. He clears his throat, rounding the bed to where you sat.

"Ruined is a rather bold claim, wouldnt you say? You already have it on, so there's no point in taking it off. Besides, I have plenty more you can stretch out some other day. It's getting late. Why don't we lie down?"

"I guess you're right..."

Sighing, you roll onto your backside as Aspen crawls over to his side of the mattress to join you. Elastic expanding to the fullest of its limits, your nipples peak out the sidelines of the slip as you lay there none the wiser.

Aspen shoves his knuckles between his teeth to stop himself from screaming.

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b1eedthefreak · 2 months ago

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Puda

daryl x hispanic!reader

thank you guys so much for the support on the first one! :)

p.s i included translation on this one so you can learn spanish too!

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The Alexandria library wasn’t exactly Barnes & Noble material, but you’d managed to clear out a table near the back, stacking a few Spanish workbooks, a translation dictionary, and of course, a notebook with sparkly pink hearts doodled all over it. You’d told Daryl it was for note-taking. He’d said it looked like it belonged to Judith. You’d said “Well Judith learns better than you, so maybe take notes.”

Now, you sat across from him, legs curled under your chair, twirling a pen and watching as Daryl squinted down at the flashcard in his hand like it had insulted his mother.

“Conejo,” (bunny) you said slowly. “Like… bunny. Rabbit.”

Daryl grunted, eyes narrowing.

“Co…co…najo?”

“Conejo.” You leaned forward with a smile. “Try again.”

“Co-ne-jo,” he mumbled under his breath, like the word physically hurt him to say. “Shit sounds fake.”

You laughed, nudging his boot under the table.

“It’s not fake Daryl, it’s a real word. You’re just mad ‘cause it has a ‘j’ in it and your southern ass can’t handle it.”

“Ain’t got nothin’ to do with my ass,” he grumbled.

“Oh? I like your ass.” You leaned over the table, resting your chin in your palm. “Your accent? I dunno… a little sketchy.”

He glared at you, flipping through the flashcards like they personally betrayed him. You were biting back your grin when you saw him mouth “Hola,” then grimace like he’d swallowed a bug.

“Language is romantic,” you said, spinning your pen between your fingers. “I just want you to know my world too.”

“Your world’s full’a words I can’t say.”

“But you’re tryin’ baby,” you cooed, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “And that’s why I love you.”

He softened instantly. You watched his ears turn pink. Victory.

A few hours later, the two of you were bumping down a backroad in a dusty old truck, out on a mission to scout a potential supply stash just outside town. Carol had mentioned a rundown gas station near the old highway that no one had touched yet.

You had your boots on the dashboard, fingers tapping to some faint music you’d found on an old CD.

“How do you say gas station?” he asked suddenly.

You smiled.

“Estación de gasolina.”

He blinked at you. “Estawhatnow?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

The gas station was mostly looted and falling apart, but you spotted a half-crushed magazine rack wedged behind a toppled soda fridge. And there they were—three beat-up, barely-holding-together comic books.

“Carl is gonna lose his mind,” you whispered, clutching them to your chest like gold.

You didn’t hear the walker until it was too late. It had been jammed between the cooler and the wall, half-smashed, but not dead. Its arm shot out, grabbing your wrist with a sickening crack of its rotted bones. You let out a scream, twisting, nearly falling backwards,

And then Daryl’s knife came down.

Straight into its skull.

You stumbled back, panting hard, clutching the comics with trembling hands. Daryl stood over the body, chest heaving, face twisted in fury.

“TAKE THAT YOU DAMN… PUDA!!”

Silence.

You blinked.

“…What?”

He straightened up, all proud and puffed-up, like he’d just done something impressive.

“That’s right. I know a lil’ Spanish.”

You stared at him.

And then you burst out laughing. Like full on, tears down yourface, doubled over kind of laughing. The kind that made your ribs ache and your knees go weak.

“Puda?” you wheezed.

Daryl scowled. “That’s what I said.”

“You said puda. That’s not even a word Daryl!”

“Well, whatever it means, she’s dead.”

You were crying-laughing now, trying not to drop the comics, still trembling from the adrenaline.

“Ay Dios mío…” (Oh my Goodness…) you muttered, wiping your eyes. “You can’t just yell fake cuss words at walkers Daryl.”

“Can if they’re tryin’ to eat you,” he muttered, walking ahead like he wasn’t secretly flustered.

You jogged after him, tucking the comics into your bag, still giggling.

That night back in Alexandria, you curled up with him in your shared bed, legs tangled, soft pillows around you, and a warm, beat up old Spanish textbook on your lap.

You pointed to a sentence.

“Okay, this one says: ‘Quiero estar contigo para siempre.’ Know what that means?”

“Mm…” He squinted. “Somethin’ about wantin’ to eat rabbits forever?”

You snorted, smacking his shoulder gently.

“It means I want to be with you forever, Dixon.”

Daryl gave a soft little hum and kissed your temple.

“Yeah? Well, I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

And he wasn’t. Not even if the pudas came back.

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a/n okay so this was supposed to be posted days ago i actually forgot this was in my drafts MY DEEPEST APOLOGIES DARYL NATION

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vaishnorack · 2 years ago

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hoernypie · 9 months ago

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Purr-fect Play

tags: costume, creamp!e, sex (p+v)

wc: ~1.5k

Gojo had always been a curious man, eager to explore your boundaries and patience. So one evening, while strolling through the bustling streets of Tokyo, he stumbled upon a cosplay shop tucked away in a corner of the alley. The window display was filled with an assortment of cute costumes. Above the door, a pink neon sign flickered, revealing the words "Purr-fect Play." Satoru's curiosity won and before he realized it, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. Racks and shelves of costumes filled the shop, each one more fantastical than the last. His eyes fell upon a sleek, black cat costume that brought a smug smile to his face.

The bell above the door jingled softly as Gojo stepped outside, proudly holding a bag with a gift for you. He hurried back to the apartment, his heart racing with excitement. He knew the moment he saw the black cat costume on you would be better than any dessert he ever had. Upon reaching the door, he took a deep breath and stepped inside, looking at you lazying on the couch. "Welcome back," you called out, turning the volume low on the TV. He held up the bag, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I've got a surprise for you," he said, his voice barely containing the excitement. As he walked towards the couch you sat up, reaching for the paper bag. "Please, open it," he begged, his eyes pleading for you. His anticipation grew as you pulled out the costume, the material glinting under the soft glow of the room's lighting. Satoru watched eagerly, his anticipation building as you unfolded the cat costume with widening eyes and a smile that grew from puzzled to amused. "Will you wear it for me?" he asked in a tone full of hope. "Pretty please, I've been a good boy today - filling the reports, helping students and quickly finishing all the missions," you could've sworn that if he had a dog tail now he'd be wagging it like crazy.

You couldn't help but snort at the sight of Satoru's hopeful puppy-like expression as he held out the cat costume. "You really want me to wear this?" you questioned, your amusement clear. Gojo's eyes sparkled with excitement, his voice taking on a playful whine, "Yeah, please, please, please!" He dropped to his knees, putting his hands on your knees. The absurdity of the situation was almost too much to handle after long day, but the genuine joy on his face was infectious. You took in the costume, feeling the softness of the fabric between your fingers. "Alright," you conceded, unable to resist his adorable plea. "But just for a little while." His face lit up, his ears perking up metaphorically as he jumped to his feet, a bounce in his step. "Thank you, thank you, I promise it'll be so much fun!" he exclaimed, already grabbing your hand to lead you to the bedroom. When you barely stepped into the bedroom he immediately started undressing you - claiming that he needed to help you with getting into the costume

With a sigh, you allowed Gojo to help you out of your clothes, his excitement palpable as he carefully put you in the cat costume. The costume was just a short black dress that had a plush tail attached to the back and furry paw-like mittens. He then put on you the matching headband with cat ears. As he put the costume onto you, he couldn't help but let out little squeaks of delight, his eyes never leaving your body as your eyes traveled down, looking at the tent in his pants. Once you were fully dressed, Gojo stepped back and took in the sight of you, his chest swelling with pride. "You look absolutely purr-fect," he murmured looking at you and taking multiple pics. He approached you slowly, his hand reaching out to gently stroke the soft fur of the costume's ears. "Now, let's see if you can be a good little kitty for me," he said with a soft smile.

You felt a sudden rush of heat as Gojo's finger grazed the soft fur of the cat ears, his gaze never leaving yours. He stepped closer, his hand sliding down to the base of your neck, his thumb lightly brushing your skin. "Meow~," you teased, playing along with the role. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down your spine, and you leaned into his touch. He chuckled, as he began to trail his other hand down your body. His fingertips moved along the curves of your waist, over your hips, and finally reached the hem of the short black dress. With a gentle tug, he lifted the fabric, exposing the smooth skin of your thighs. His eyes followed the path of his hand, and without a word, he dropped to his knees. The room was filled with the sound of his shallow breaths as he leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over your clothed heat. Your heart was racing, as he placed a soft kiss on your panties, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before he nuzzled his nose against your cunt.

Gojo's eyes sparkled with mischief as he pressed his lips to the fabric covering your hot pussy, his tongue darting out to taste the hint of your juices that seeped through. You squirmed at the sensation, a soft moan escaping your lips as he began to kiss and lick through your panties with fervent passion after your fingers slid into his hair. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer to his face as he explored the contours of your pussy. The fabric grew wetter with each move of his tongue, the friction sending waves of pleasure through your body. His breath was hot and ragged against your skin, and you could feel his excitement growing as he devoured your scent and taste. Your hands were guiding him closer, urging him on as the tension built within you.

Satoru's eyes flashed as he swiftly hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your panties and yanked them down, revealing your bare, soaked pussy. Before you could even process anything, he had his mouth on you, lapping at your folds with a fervor that made you moan and arch your back. The sound of your pleasure seemed to fuel him, and in one fluid motion, he stood up and unzipped his own pants, freeing his rock-hard cock. You watched the strings of precum with sparkles in your eyes, feeling how your mouth watered. Before you could do anything you found yourself being pushed on the bed. He grabbed your hips and thrust into you in one swift, powerful motion. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, your walls stretching around him as he filled you completely. He didn't wait for you to adjust, instead, he began to pound into you like a feral animal, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pushed forward with force, making you bite the pillow, not wanting for neighbors to hear you and 'gift' you another noise complaint. The bed creaked as the headboard hit the wall with every thrust. His eyes roamed over you, the pupils dilated with lust, and he leaned over to whisper into your ear, "Do my little kitty want some milk?"

Gojo's eyes were closed as he whispered dirty sweet nothings into your ear, his breath hot against your neck as he hammered into you. With every deep plunge of his pretty big dick, you felt yourself getting closer to the edge of orgasm. "Meow," you responded breathlessly, your body arching up to meet his every thrust. He grinned, encouraged by your response, and he picked up his pace even further. His grip on your hips was bruising, but the pleasure it brought you was so intense, you didn't care. Each time he hit your g-spot, your pussy tightened around him, letting out a mewling sound that only seemed to motivate him to give you an orgasm. Satoru was utterly pussydrunk, his mind clouded with nothing but the need to pleasure you and to fill your divine cunt with his seed.

His grip tightened on you, his moves getting sloppy as his own climax approached. "I'm gonna give you so much milk, my little kitty," he growled, his teeth grazing your neck as his breath grew ragged. You felt your walls tighter around him, making him softly moan. He smirked and pulled out just enough to tease your entrance with his fat tip before plunging back in, his weeping tip hitting your cervix, the sudden depth making you cry out. As your climax washed over your body, he whimpered, emptying himself into you, his warm sticky cum filling you up as you shuddered under his weight. As you panted, tightly gripping sheets you felt how his hips still went on, trying to push his cum as deep as he could. Satoru leaned down and showered your neck with gentle kisses, his breathing still heavy and his cock still twitching inside of you. He whispered "You look so pretty when you're full of my cum," into your ear, his affectionate tone opposite to the raw, primal need that had driven him moments before. Slowly, he pulled out, gazing down at how his cum seeped out of you, dripping to the sheets. He leaned in to kiss your inner thigh, "I'll never grow tired of you."

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