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multitechelevators · 1 year

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Finding the Best Elevator Company |Lift Manufacturers and in Delhi

In a city that embraces progress and innovation, the vertical movement of people and goods becomes paramount. Delhi, with its towering skyscrapers and bustling infrastructure, demands the presence of an exceptional elevator company that can seamlessly integrate function, safety, and aesthetics. Join us on a journey to discover the unparalleled excellence of the best elevator company in Delhi, an organization that has redefined vertical mobility.

Setting the Standard for Excellence:

In a realm where reliability and precision are non-negotiable, the best elevator company in Delhi stands as the beacon of excellence. With a history rooted in expertise and innovation, this company has forged a path that sets new standards for the industry. Their elevators aren't just machines; they are the result of meticulous engineering, creative design, and a commitment to providing an unmatched user experience.

Crafting Architectural Harmony:

Elevators are more than just functional necessities; they are integral to the architectural symphony of a building. The best elevator company understands this synergy between form and function, creating elevators that seamlessly blend into the building's design. Whether it's a sleek and modern look for commercial spaces or elevators that capture the elegance of residential complexes, their installations enhance the aesthetics of their surroundings.

Innovation Beyond Imagination:

At the heart of this elevator company's success lies a relentless pursuit of innovation. Their elevators don't just keep pace with technological advancements; they set the pace. From state-of-the-art control systems that optimize travel efficiency to smart features that enhance passenger safety, their elevators are at the forefront of cutting-edge technology.

Safety: A Non-Negotiable Priority:

Elevators are entrusted with the responsibility of transporting lives. Recognizing this critical role, the best elevator company in Delhi places safety as its utmost priority. Stringent safety protocols, regular maintenance, and adherence to global safety standards ensure that every elevator they install is a sanctuary of secure vertical movement.

Personalizing Passenger Experience:

Elevators are more than mere transportation devices; they're experiences. The best elevator company crafts each elevator journey to be memorable. With thoughtful lighting, ergonomic design, and user-friendly interfaces, they create an atmosphere that engages the senses and enhances the passenger experience.

Sustainable Solutions for a Greener Future:

In a world where sustainability is essential, the best elevator company in Delhi takes its environmental responsibility seriously. Their elevators are designed with energy-efficient systems that reduce power consumption and contribute to a greener urban landscape. By incorporating sustainable practices, they make a significant impact on both the city and the planet.

Beyond Installation: A Lifelong Commitment:

The journey with the best elevator company doesn't end with installation. They recognize the importance of post-installation service, offering comprehensive maintenance programs and prompt responses to any issues. This dedication ensures that their elevators continue to perform flawlessly, year after year.

Transforming Delhi's Vertical Landscape:

In a city that's always reaching for new heights, the best elevator company in Delhi has played a pivotal role in shaping the urban landscape. Their elevators don't just transport people; they elevate urban living, redefine the concept of convenience, and contribute to the city's architectural legacy.

Elevating Urban Living:

The best elevator company in Delhi isn't just in the business of moving people from one floor to another; it's in the business of transforming the urban experience. Their elevators are pathways to progress, bridging the gap between aspirations and achievement. In a city defined by its architectural prowess, these elevators are the conduits that enable residents, workers, and visitors to access their dreams.

Innovative Engineering, Unparalleled Performance:

Behind every elevator installation is a team of visionary engineers, designers, and technicians who bring ideas to life. The best elevator company thrives on innovation, pushing the boundaries of engineering to create elevators that redefine industry norms. From high-speed elevators that whisk passengers to breathtaking heights to personalized controls that cater to individual preferences, their elevators are technological marvels that promise a seamless journey.

Aesthetics Meets Function:

In a city renowned for its blend of modernism and tradition, aesthetics play a crucial role. The best elevator company understands this delicate balance and crafts elevators that are architectural masterpieces. These elevators don't just transport; they complement the design philosophy of the buildings they inhabit. With each installation, they contribute to the visual tapestry of Delhi's evolving skyline.

Safety Beyond Measure:

Safety is the cornerstone of vertical transportation, and the best elevator company leaves no room for compromise. Their elevators are equipped with cutting-edge safety features, ensuring passengers' well-being during every journey. Rigorous testing, adherence to global safety standards, and meticulous quality control are integral to their process, establishing their elevators as beacons of secure vertical mobility.

Enhancing User Experience:

The best elevator company understands that a passenger's experience goes beyond just reaching their destination. Every ride is an opportunity to provide comfort, engagement, and even a touch of luxury. Whether it's ambient lighting that soothes the senses, touchless interfaces that prioritize hygiene, or interior designs that resonate with passengers, their elevators offer an experience that lingers long after the journey ends.

Embracing Sustainability:

In a city where sustainable practices are essential for a greener future, the best elevator company is a trailblazer in integrating eco-friendly solutions. Their elevators incorporate energy-efficient technologies that not only reduce operational costs but also minimize the environmental footprint. With every ride, passengers contribute to a more sustainable urban ecosystem.

A Legacy of Vertical Mobility:

As Delhi continues to evolve and urbanize, the best elevator company has left an indelible mark on the city's vertical landscape. From historic landmarks to modern architectural wonders, their elevators stand as testaments to their commitment to excellence. The elevators they've installed aren't just machines; they're milestones in Delhi's journey toward urban greatness.

Conclusion: Elevating Tomorrow, Today

In a city defined by its ambition, diversity, and innovation, the best elevator company in Delhi has etched its legacy on the skyline and in the hearts of its inhabitants. Their elevators are more than mechanisms; they're the embodiment of urban progress. As Delhi continues its ascent, these elevators continue to redefine the way we experience vertical movement, elevating the very essence of urban living to new heights.

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elevatorkingsblog · 1 year

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dumbwaiter | kitchen lift | lyft food delivery

Dumbwaiter, Kitchen lift,

DUMB WAITER “A Dumbwaiter is a compact and efficient vertical lift that can be installed in your kitchen to transport food, dishes, and small appliances between different levels. With features like hydraulic lift, manual or motorized operation, and customizable size options, a Dumbwaiter can be an essential addition to your kitchen. Whether you are looking for a small Dumbwaiter for home use or a large commercial one for your restaurant, you can find a variety of options that will meet your needs. With its unique design and innovative features, a Dumbwaiter can revolutionize the way you store and transport items in your kitchen. So, why not invest in a hydraulic Dumbwaiter or a kitchen storage lift today and experience the ease and convenience of a vertical lift in your kitchen.

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hybonelevator · 2 years

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5 Elevator Types: Which Industries Should Embrace This Technology?

Some 12 decades ago, the elevator market in India got introduced. Since then, lifts have simplified customers' commercial or residential jobs. Besides enhancing independence and increasing mobility, it also accelerates certain in-house business processes. So, installing a lift is a prerequisite. Here are the five types of elevators that are popular these days.

Read more: https://www.hybonelevators.com/blog/5-elevator-types-which-industries-should-embrace-this-technology/

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chaosandmarigolds · 1 month

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Coco!! Stop talking about old-

I LOVE HIM

Anyway..

Sorry but John Price, who is undoubtedly the most father coded person, would also be the coolest uncle ever to your nieces and nephews

It would be just a normal dinner with your sisters family, you going on the late summer night with your fiancé. Course you were ready for the ‘isn’t he like…dads age?’ From your sister and a few off the handle remarks from your brother in law, even the kids- Nora, 8, and Coby, 5 - would find a way to a remark. Of that you would have no doubt

And unsurprisingly the air was a bit tense right off the bat, John would press a kiss to the top of your head before Adam would whisk him away to the grill outback

You would get a few smart words from you sister as you helped her set the table

‘He’s really nice, Joan.’ Your words would fail on deaf ears.

‘Course he’s nice! He grew up in the fifties.’

…‘80’s.’

‘THATS BETTER HOW???’

Meanwhile Adam would be making small talk about military things he knew nothing about, and John would nod and smile, correcting him only if he said something utterly absurd

Nora would come over with her ball, trying to get Adam to play and he would said he couldn’t after all he’s talking to ‘Uncle John’

So she would turn to John-

“Wanna play?”

“What’s the game?”

“…run away from Coby and don’t let him have the ball.” Nora replied with a little shrug.

John looks to Adam and then back to the little girl, only to then see Coby right behind her- who promptly snatched the red plastic ball and took off running across the yard.

To that the little girl gasps and looks back up at John, figuring it a loss cause before taking off after her little brother.

‘Adam!’ You open the sliding door to step onto the patio, eyes narrowing against the summer sun and you look to him, “Joan said she’s ready-where’s John?”

Adam gave you a look, “Playing fortress with the kids.”

After wandering around for a few minutes you found the treehouse a few hundred feet away and you find him hoisting the five year old into the dumbwaiter-esk lift, Nora in the little cabin peering out the window.

“You gotta-uncle John you gotta make me go SUUUUPER high.”

“Super high? Can’t think I can lad, but I’ll get ya up to your sister.”

You watch for a minute, fully aware John knew you were there, before speaking, “Dinners ready.”

“NOOOO.”

“Auntie-Auntie can you,” Nora says from her spot, “Can you tell my mom later?”

“Aw, Nor,” you say as you catch the little boy as he jumps down from the ledge, “Your mom wants everyone to come eat.”

“But-but I’m playing.”

“Nora-“

“Lassie cmon down, we’ll finish up after yeah?” John would call out from the bottom of the ladder and somehow the stubborn little girl would relent, climbing down before happily being carried via piggy back.

All in all, for the few remarks your sister made during dinner and then the small talk that followed you would consider that a win.

Until weekend babysitting became a thing because Nora and Cody wouldn’t accept anyone else.

“We might as just have have kids, save us time on driving.” You laugh to your joke after you drop the two kids off back home. However after the long moment of silence you look to him.

“We could.”

“Yeah…yeah we could.”

“Mm, we should.”

“Agreed.”

(….idk yall I’m just yapping. Anyyyyway lemme know if you want more John price stuff)

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📖"The Taste of You"

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 3061

Tags: Fresh AU, dark rom-com, dark!Bucky, pre-serum Steve, kidnapping, cannibalism, yandere/basement wife, meet cute-ish, gay sex n' stuff, ignoring of sexual boundaries, dub-con bordering on non-con, (mostly humorous) gore, (mostly humorous) body horror

Summary: Steve is so tired of the meat market that modern dating has become. Just when he's deleted all the apps and given up on ever finding Mr. Right, he meets the perfect guy at the grocery store.

A dark, cute, funny, fucked up, and very tasty love story.

It's a Fresh AU. "If you can't handle the cannibalism, get out of the kitchen" ... or something like that

12. Tenderize

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Steve:

Bucky spends the afternoon doing what he calls "meat prep." Steve tries not to look, he really does, but the House Hunters show he puts on the television doesn’t really hold a candle to the morbidly fascinating process that is Bucky, "prepping" Melissa’s leg.

Bucky sends it up in the dumbwaiter after taking Erica her lunch. He washes his hands meticulously at the sink and dries them, picks the leg up and plops it down onto the counter with a flourish. It’s the lower leg. Left or right, Steve doesn’t take note, he just sees the painted toenails, the tattoo on the ankle that he can’t quite make out. He sits on the couch and peers over the back of it, watching Bucky work.

Bucky moves with a sort of glee, almost like a dance, as if he can hear music that Steve can’t. He looks very in his element, and very handsome and capable as he works. Steve would probably spend more time admiring that, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s also watching the man slicing pieces off of a woman’s calf.

“I usually take the non-dominant forearm, first,” Bucky tells him as he’s working. “This was Melissa’s … third cut? Anyway, it’s all I’ve got left of her now. I defrosted it a couple days ago. There’s this Italian guy who always orders shank, specifically.”

Jesus fuck, Steve thinks. "Shank." He actually calls it that.

“I send it with everything he needs for my grandma’s osso buco,” Bucky declares. “Herbs, wine, specifically-curated olive oil. All that and like, some hair or some panties or something. Because, you know: perverts.” He rolls his eyes and Steve has to suppress a horrible urge to laugh. Bucky looks up and catches sight of his twitching mouth, and he smiles back. “Yeah, I know. Good ol’ Gammy made hers with beef. But trust me,” he points his knife at Steve. “This way is so much better.”

Steve chews his lip. “I’ll take your word for it.”

“You-don’t-have-to,” Bucky sing-songs from the kitchen, in his element, happy. “You’re welcome to try any cut you want, anytime.” He produces a meat tenderizer and starts pounding away at the slices of meat he’s produced.

Steve winces as the hammer comes down hard, and then lighter in a series of almost loving taps. Christ. “I’ll pass for now,” he murmurs, unsure if Bucky’s heard him or not. He continues to watch the macabre display for a bit, but goes back to the television once Bucky is vacuum packing the meat with the herbs and spices.

He's very surprised (and honestly a bit grossed out with himself) that he doesn’t get more upset from watching the actual process. He doesn’t even get nauseous. Oh, it’s weird for sure. Downright shocking when he very first sees the leg lifted out of the dumbwaiter and plopped onto the countertop, the pedicured foot still attached, Bucky slicing away and hacking through bone. But Steve doesn’t retch and get sick like he thought he would. His stomach doesn’t once roil or threaten to turn. It’s like he’s already been desensitized to it, just from the sheer amount of stuff he’s imagined, from what Bucky’s told him and shown him so far, eating kidneys and ‘other-bacon’ right in front of him.

He thinks of Clint and watching Midsommar with him, asking him how he could stomach all the gore.

“It’s not real. Just movie magic, dude.”

His own lack of a physical reaction to this actual gore is what disturbs Steve the most, so he forces himself to sit back on the couch facing the tv, and actually pay attention to the show. The young married couple is searching for a house in Toronto. They need to upsize because they’re having another baby. Steve watches the show. He hopes they pick the middle house. They wind up picking the last one.

Absently, Steve wonders what osso buco is.

Bucky:

“What’s osso buco?” Steve asks.

Bucky’s just finished with his meat prep and woken Steve up from his nap on the couch. He’d been so sweet lying there, looking so peaceful. Bucky hadn’t wanted to wake him, but it's getting late, and he’s already started chilling the wines for dinner.

He smiles at Steve and sits at the opposite end of the couch from him, tangling their feet together in the middle. He describes what osso buco is. “I was surprised you watched,” he tells him gently, honestly. He rubs his socked foot against Steve’s bare one. “What’d you think?”

Steve is quiet for a long time. When he finally answers, he simply says, “You were right. We do look a lot like beef.”

Bucky busts out in a laugh and leans forward to slap him on the thigh. “Told ya!” He gets up to go and finish the final elements of their dinner. “You ready for date night, my dear?”

Steve watches him from over the back of the couch again. “Mmhm. What’re we doing?”

Bucky beams at him. He’s been looking forward to this all day. “First, we have our appetizer: La Pissaladiere.” He’s begun speaking in a very fake French accent, and Steve scoffs.

"That's terrible."

"Yeah it was kinda terrible, huh?”

Steve laughs, and then Bucky laughs with him, and for a second it feels just like one of those genuine, laughing stupidly together moments that they used to have. And it makes Bucky’s heart squeeze painfully as the brief moment fizzles out. He can see it in Steve’s face too, how it hurts.

Bucky looks down, clearing his throat. “Um, yeah. And then we’ve got this salad, pretty simple. And the main, which is …” he does a drumroll on the countertop. “Osso Buco!” He does that one in an equally terrible Italian accent, but Steve is not amused.

"What?! No! No fucking way!" he cries, tiny and furious and kneeling up higher on the couch cushions. Bucky marvels at him and has such a strong urge to tackle him into submission and sex right then and there, that he has to look away. “Bucky,” Steve growls. “You promised you wouldn’t make me—”

“Calm down, babe,” Bucky hurries, not wanting Steve’s temper to ruin their date night. “It’s the two version meal again, don’t worry. Yours is 'vegetarian'.”

Steve deflates some, but Bucky can see that he’s still wary. “Prove it,” he says, and Bucky sighs dramatically to cover up the disappointment he feels at Steve not being able to trust him yet.

“Okay, come here.” He unlocks Steve’s tether at the couch and brings him over to the island countertop, locks him there. “Look.” He points to each crockpot that’s been braising the meat for hours. He’d put tape on each one to label them. The right one reads “Vegetarian,” the left one reads “Melissa.”

He's pleased as punch when Steve rolls his eyes and even laughs a little. “This is so crazy,” he mutters. “Why can’t you just enjoy cow like everybody else?” He’s asking in a good enough natured way, so Bucky indulges him,

“I told you, Honey. We’re just better.”

“Yeah yeah, I remember. ‘Tastes like roadkill in comparison’.”

“It does,” Bucky insists, though he can see Steve rolling his eyes. “Only one way to prove me wrong,” he challenges, leaning over the counter with a smirk. Steve scowls and says no way, and Bucky backs off. Instead, he tries to explain it to him, musing, “And you know, it also just makes the whole meal more of a … a spiritual experience.” He meets Steve’s eyes, and they’re riveted on him. Bucky licks his bottom lip slowly, eager to explain, to make Steve see. “When it’s not just an animal? When it's us? Well then you’re not just eating. It's so much more than that. You’re taking someone else inside yourself. You’re consuming them. It’s …” he inhales deeply. “It’s heady. It’s meaningful.” He sees Steve gulp and knows he’s playing with fire here, but he pushes onwards, taking Steve’s small hand from over the counter and covering it with his own. “No matter what they did in their life, they’re still a person. And a person matters. In a way an animal never can.” He watches the movement of Steve's closed lips, the nervous rise and fall of his Adam's apple. Bucky shivers and breathes, “It’s a very powerful thing.”

Steve pulls his hand back slowly, never looking away from Bucky’s eyes. Bucky can’t tell if he’s terrified, or fascinated, or both. He’d take both.

He breaks the tension of the moment by pulling back and standing up straight again, giving Steve some breathing room after that—admittedly impassioned—speech. “And then of course, we have Dessert: le tarte tatìn—with fennel ice cream, though I think the French would arrest me for serving it à la mode.” He moves away to go check on the crock pots and then the oven where the Pissaladiere is baking. “Almost ready,” he says brightly, clapping his hands together. “Let’s go set the table!”

Steve:

After dinner, they decide to finish watching The Hunger Games. They’ve only got the last movie to go. Bucky puts it on and they snuggle up close together on the couch. Steve is left untethered to any cord or chain, and he spends at least the first ten minutes of the movie eyeing up every solid object in the near vicinity, imagining what would or would not be suitable for bludgeoning Bucky with.

It’s a dreadful train of thought, and when Bucky pulls him in cozily against his side and kisses his hair and whispers that he’s so happy to have Steve back with him like this, Steve almost feels guilty for his scheming. He knows he has to stay strong, though. He just sat through an entire—admittedly delicious—dinner service where he watched the other man consume wine and salad and human shank.

Excuse him, he means osso buco.

Steve’s "vegetarian" version had been delicious. Bucky is an excellent cook and Steve really, really wishes he was just a normal boyfriend. Because cute little cooking-at-home-together dinner dates are so much fun with him. If only, if only. It’s so horrible that it’s laughable, and that’s what Steve’s found himself doing more often than not. Laughing about the absurdity of the situation in which he finds himself. He tells himself that it’s okay, that it’s a coping mechanism, and not him becoming used to anything. God forbid.

In the end, Steve concedes that Bucky was right: Peeta is a much better match for Katniss. “But only due to their circumstances,” he argues, as they’re eating their dessert on the couch, the credits and soundtrack music still rolling up the tv screen. “I mean, they’re just bonded through PTSD, basically. If things had gone differently, Gale would’ve been the one to know her better, deeper.” He shrugs. “Plus, he’s cuter. And taller.”

Bucky counters by pointing out that it’s always about your circumstances. “You can’t play that ‘what if’ game,” he says. “We live through what we live through. And it changes us, and that’s okay. Life doesn't always turn out the way we planned. Happiness comes from acceptance of that.”

He’s staring straight at Steve as he says it, and Steve finds his next mouthful of tarte tatìn going down with some difficulty. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “I guess so." Does Bucky really expect him to accept all of this? He shifts uncomfortably and holds out his bowl. "I ah, I think I'm done with mine.”

Bucky takes it with gentle fingers and a soft expression. “I hope you liked everything,” he says. “I wanted to make this special for you. A real treat.”

"Oh." Steve flounders with his heart in his throat. “It ... it was.”

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“Mm.” Bucky sets both of their bowls on the coffee table, then he comes back and crawls over to Steve on the couch, crowding him back, and back, until Steve is lying down and Bucky's over top of him. Steve shudders, parts his lips to say something in protest, but Bucky kisses him before he can.

It’s not just the kiss, is the thing. It’s the way that Bucky’s elbows and forearms box him in. It’s the way his hands slide up Steve’s shoulders, how they trace his neck and his jaw. It’s how his full body lies atop him, how his weight pushes down, sinking Steve into the cushions as good as any restraint could. It’s how he fits so perfectly between Steve’s legs, and how his hips roll, slow and purposeful, while he kisses him.

Without meaning to, Steve moans, and the moment his hands come up to hold Bucky’s shoulders, he knows it’s game over: He's lost, tonight.

He still protests the loss, of course. Tries to stop it on the couch, and then in the hallway, and in the bedroom. But Bucky hushes him endlessly, kisses away his whimpers and licks his moans into existence, taking them as permission, as Steve conceding his loss.

Steve really, really doesn’t mean it that way, but there’s only so much he can do, and so much he can take. He’s been alone and scared for weeks now, and every time Bucky touches him it’s like a dagger in his guts, a sharp and painful reminder of how they used to make love before all this happened. How good Bucky used to make him feel, how well he’d played his body and taken him apart and made him come and cry. Steve wants that again, god damn him. He wants to feel good again.

So, somewhere in-between the leather couch and the luxury bedcovers, he really does give in.

The second he stops squirming and starts really kissing back—not just accepting it, but participating—Bucky moans louder. He bites Steve’s lip and says, “Yes, baby. Come on. Let me make you feel good.”

And isn’t that just what Steve wants? It’s certainly the best he can have, in his present situation. He shivers full-body as Bucky undresses them both, then lies out over him, warm and naked. They’re both hard, and Steve pants when Bucky slots one of those thick, firm thighs between his legs and pushes, rocks his hips so his own cock drags against Steve’s belly. “Fuck, Honey,” he breathes, kissing him. Hot kiss after hot kiss, that dominating tongue rolling in and keeping Steve’s thoughts short and disjointed.

Steve keens sharply at a particularly good roll of their hips. “Oh, oh, yeah …”

“Yeah,” Bucky says, nipping his chin. “What do you want, baby? You want my fingers? Want Daddy to make love to you?”

Steve groans and turns his cheek into the pillow to escape it, the kisses and the words, both. Bucky just hums knowingly and takes up residence at his throat instead, sucking and licking and biting at the skin. Even after all that’s happened between them, he’s still remembered that one slip Steve had, when he'd let the word tumble out of his mouth: Daddy. He squeezes his eyes shut and writhes against Bucky’s larger body, dick blurting out precum at the way Bucky touches him and treats him and talks to him. He’s so fucking perfect. ... Well, except for the whole cannibalism th—

Bucky wraps a hand around his cock and starts stroking just in time to put an end to that train of thought, and Steve gasps, his belly tightening in such sharp pleasure that he thinks he might come. “Sl-slow down!” he gasps, unable to stop his hips from jolting up. “I-I can’t. Wait, wait ..."

Bucky listens, cooing apologies and praise at him and petting his dick back down against his belly. His hand is slick. Where the hell did he get lube? Steve stops wondering when the hand ventures further back. “Tilt up for me, Honey,” Bucky murmurs, kissing his collarbone, humming an approving sound when Steve listens. “There you go. Good boy.”

Steve squirms harder at his embarrassing reaction to being praised. But it’s something he’s always gone for, and hearing Bucky say it in his gorgeous voice, from his gorgeous lips, makes it hit even harder. He feels a finger go in, and Bucky finds it easily, just like he always had before. He strokes over his prostate, never too rough, always gentle, letting the pleasure and pressure build inside Steve at his own pace.

“Shit,” Steve curses, gritting his teeth and rolling his hips against Bucky’s hand. Another finger joins the first, so easy, and Steve humps down harder against it. “Bucky,” he chokes, gasping. “W-wait, wait.”

“So sensitive, baby.” Bucky eases his fingers out and kisses at the corner of Steve's mouth, speaking smugly against his lips. “So wound up. What’s the matter, Stevie? Haven’t you been getting laid?” Steve grits his teeth and snarls a half-hearted “fuck you” at him, but it only makes Bucky laugh and slick his cock up and fit the head right to Steve’s entrance. “Don’t worry,” he whispers, propping himself up with his other arm, pushing in just a little, so slow, letting Steve’s body suck him in. “I’ll be gentle.”

He is. He pushes in so incredibly slow. So slow that it becomes torturous, makes Steve wrap his arms around his shoulders and hook his feet over the backs of his thighs, pulling him in closer. “Fuck,” he exhales against Bucky’s ear, dragging his lips over it. “Oh, Bucky.”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck me.”

Bucky starts rolling his hips, rocking into him and pulling out just a little, just enough. It’s like he doesn’t want to get too far away from Steve, doesn’t want to separate from him long enough to make their sex anything but close and deep. Steve cries out and moans and makes all sorts of shameful noises, because it feels amazing. Grinding down against Bucky and slipping a hand between their bodies to stroke himself off, it feels so goddamn good that he cries.

He tells himself that they’re tears of pleasure, of ecstasy. But that’s not entirely true. Bucky seems to know that by the tender way he kisses them off his cheeks, by the way he whispers "it’s okay, it’s okay" to him as he fucks him, and by the way he holds him so tightly once it’s over and they’ve both spent all over Steve’s stomach. “Shh sh sh,” he calms him, forcing him still once he starts to panic and cry out and pull. “Shhh. It’s okay.” He kisses his hair and holds fast until Steve collapses, giving up the struggle, exhausted. Steve cries sluggish tears, and Bucky hugs him and says quiet things into his hair for a long time. One of them might be "I love you," but Steve isn’t sure.

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fujilfelevator · 7 months

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Efficient Escalators: Elevating Your Space with Top-notch Solutions

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frdouselevators52 · 1 year

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stay278 · 10 months

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Where Our Worlds Collide (HHJ)

A/N: arranged marriage, Prince!Hwang Hyunjin x Painter!Fem!Reader, fluff, slight profanity(?), angst (?)

As you exit the King's study later that day, you look down, utterly humiliated.

The King had once again commented on anything and everything imaginable. You would think that you would get used to it by now, but nope. Each time hurt worse than the last. But you couldn't just give up and leave over a few insults. "Not now, or ever," is what you would tell yourself. You weren't going to let mere words bring you down.

Closing the door to Hyunjin's room, you quickly climb in to the dumbwaiter behind the painting and pulled down the door for it. Taking a deep breath, you begin to pull the strings that lifted the small platform upwards and into the secret library. As you pull down on the rough strings, worn from years of use, you feel each and every worry leave your body, one by one. It was liberating, even if it was temporary. It was the one place where you and Hyunjin could truly be free, even though socially, you were leagues apart. It was the one place where your worlds collided, if you will. As you climbed out of the dumbwaiter, the aroma of fresh tea and books rose to kiss your nose with fond memories. You smiled as you saw your dear lover reading one of you favorite romance novels in the plush loveseat that the two of you would share. In front of him sat the quaint coffee table, tea and strawberry cake resting on it. The room was circular and cozy, every wall lined and adorned with books all the way to the ceiling, from which protruded a small but magical chandelier.

As Hyunjin noticed your presence and looked up from the novel, he smiled so warmly that your heart melted under his gaze. As he walks over, he gently kisses your forehead, raising a hand to rest on the back of you neck to pull you closer to himself. Just as he pulls his lips away from your forehead, you feel them tremble the tiniest bit, a telltale sign that he was playing off his troubles, just so that you could have this moment.

"Hyunjin, stop it."

"What?"

"You always downplay what you feel when it comes to us talking about...you know, us." You sigh.

He holds your hands in his larger ones and studies them. He looks back at you and sighs. "Darling, I...I know. I'm just, I don't know, scared? Maybe? I wish I had an answer for us, and I-"

"You're doing it again. You don't need an answer for us, Hyunjin. It's not just you, and it's not just me. It's us. We'll figure it out."

"Y/n, I'm going to be straight with you."

You look up at him, awaiting his words with loving eyes.

He speaks up again after taking a breath. "I just...don't want to lose you. You're the one good thing that's happened in my life, and I'm probably going to lose you. Fuck." Hyunjin ran a hand through his hair. You can visibly hear the gears turning in his head. He bites his lip, either to stop his tears, or think properly. Right now, it doesn't matter.

You wrap your arms around him and sigh. "Let's just give it some thought, yeah?"

He nods and looks down. "Yeah."

You both pace around the room running all of the possibilities in your heads. Would you lose each other? Maybe. Would you do anything in your power to prevent that? Obviously. Would it work? Doubtful.

You padded softly over to the loveseat in the corner of the room and sat down, sighing.

After a few minutes, you sniffle in defeat. "I don't know."

Tears had begun to run down your face as you felt an overwhelming weight push down on your entire being.

As you look up at Hyunjin, he has that look on his face. His signature smirk.

You look at him after blinking away more tears, clearly puzzled. "What?"

Hyunjin gently walks over to you and kneels so that he's at eye-level with you. He gently kisses one tear away, and wipes the other one with his thumb. As he does this, he's still smirking, though his expression has gotten more heartfelt and...sincere, in a way.

"Darling?"

You sniffle before answering him. "Yeah?"

"Run away with me."

A/N: So. Part 2. Yell at me in the comments, please. I won't apologize because I've done it so much already. Thank you so much to those who've waited patiently for part two! You guys are the best. Love you! I know it's very short and probably not what you were expecting, but that's all I had in mind for this story. But on another note, I might not release again for a while, because I'm thinking of starting a series, but I'm not sure how long it will take. I'm planning to write it out completely before releasing it on a weekly basis, so that I don't completely leave you guys hanging. 😅 Again, thank you so much for your patience.

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canadiannationalfox · 11 days

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Murder Drones Prequel fanfic - Gone Girl part 1

Teenage Tessa crept through the mansion by candle light, avoiding the creaky floor boards as she headed back to her room with a stolen wad of cash from the vault from her father's office. She turned around and saw Cyn and jumped slightly. The young woman approached her robot, getting down to Cyns level as she whispered, "Cyn, it's late, what are you doing little silly?"

"I wanted to s-see the st-stars from the l-library. May I-I ask you th-the same thing?" the wobbly little drone queried back, her little golden eyes twinkling in the dark.

"Nothing that important, Cyn, I just was taking a night walk, rightyo, I better get back to bed," Tessa insisted as she began to walk away.

"That money isn't yours," Cyn teased, "It w-will be our little secret."

The young girl scampered back to her room, her button-up night dress catching a little wind as she moved, showing some knee high argyle socks. Once through the threshold, she closed the door. She rested her head against the door and slid down to sit on the floor. "That was a close one." She stood up after listening to make sure no one was in the hall before she went over to her bed and pulled out a backpack from underneath it. The ebony haired adolescent girl stuffed the wad of cash in the bag before she ran over to her wardrobe. Tessa took off her night robe to reveal a punk-ish outfit consisting of: a slightly torn black and purple plaid skirt, pink argyle socks, and a vintage My Chemical Romance off-the-shoulder shirt. The girl next went to her vanity desk and got out a box of bobby pins. She pulled sections of her hair up and pinned them back, she glanced in the mirror and jumped slightly at the sight of her butler drone's eyes. "N, don't sneak up on me like that," Tessa gently reprimanded in a whisper

N pressed his index fingers together sorrowfully and looked at the floor before softly responding, "I'm sorry, Tessa. I heard noise and came to see if you were alright."

Tessa sighed, she knew N meant no harm and that he wanted to help. She walked over and hugged N before suggesting, "Tell ya what, N, you can help me pin my hair back."

"I like doing anything," N giggled as he brought Tessa back to her vanity and started pinning up her ebony tresses with bobby-pins. He made light conversation quietly as he worked, "So what are you doing your hair like this at this time of night."

Tessa looked down sadly and sighed, "N... I'm running away tonight. I... I can't risk being caught."

N stopped his styling and put his hand gently on Tessa's right shoulder. "Where are you going, and... what's going to happen to us?"

"I..." Tessa realized she would be putting N and J in danger if she abandoned them, she quickly stated, "You and J are coming with me... but you have to promise to not call me Tessa, alright?"

N excitedly cooed, still whispering, "Ohh like a spy game! What should I call you then?" He ran his fingers through a long section of Tessa's hair to detangle it before pinning it up.

Tessa couldn't help but laugh at N's optimism, she suggested with a smile, "How about... Maxxine?"

"Okie doki, Maxxine!" N finished pinning Tessa's hair all up.

Tessa reached into a drawer and pulled out a purple and pink razor-combed shoulder length wig. She pulled it over her natural hair and looked in the mirror as she adjusted it and pinned it down at the back. She spun around to face N and suggested as she fluffed the ends out a bit, "Well, what do you think?"

J came in, carrying a duffle bag of supplies Tessa would need, interjecting, "I think this is a really bad idea, 'Maxxine'" J hounded her truest confidant in a caring tone, "What happens if we get caught?"

Tessa shrugged and responded, "I'd give myself up then, you two will drive back in the JC Jensen van to the garage and start washing it down so you have an alibi." The young Elliott heir sighed as she stood up, "Right then... it's time to go." She ran to the dumbwaiter lift outside of her room and hopped in. She softly whispered to N and J who came to help lower her down, "Alright, I'll see you down in the kitchen."

N pressed the button, sending the mini elevator that Tessa could just sit in down. He started walking carrying the backpack.

J walked along side him with the duffle bag and scolded, "If you get her caught, I'm going to throw you a staff morality pizza party."

N giggled quietly, "That sounds like fun."

"You forget that you are a robot and if you ate pizza you'd cease up and die, right moron?" J snapped back in a scolding whisper as she marched ahead of N, she didn't like this but it was for Tessa's well being.

To Be Continued

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