#especially the fridge or air conditioner

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Auditory processing disorder and Hyperacusis is a pain

Autie-biographical Comics

[nova-amor]

𓈒∘☁︎ ◜ 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 ◞

𝐜𝐰 — 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐬, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐩-𝐢𝐧-𝐯 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 [𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥], 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 —𝟐.𝟓𝐤

sunlight seeped into the bedroom through the slim crack of the curtains, coaxing you out from your deep slumber. your skin was hot and damp, sweat building on the skin behind your knees, between your thighs, and under your breasts. you propped yourself up on your elbow, peeling your skin off of toji’s as you rose out from the scalding warmth of the blanket and your boyfriend’s presence.

the cool floor beneath your feet was soothing, the chilling air raising much-needed goosebumps along your arms and legs. as much as you loved sleeping by toji’s side, you hated waking up every morning in a mixed puddle of his sweat and your own. regardless of how thin the blanket was or how low you set the air conditioner the night before, toji always seemed to burn at the temperature of the sun— which could be both a blessing and a curse depending on the situation.

your stomach growled as you slipped your legs through the holes of your panties, a reminder that last night’s dinner had been cut short as soon as toji had gotten home from work. you scooped up one of toji’s many shirts from off the bedroom floor, sliding your arms through the long sleeves of the button-up as you quietly made your way out of the bedroom. you had made sure to make your exit as quietly as possible, toji needed his sleep, especially after the numerous rounds of sex he had put you through the night before.

you caught one more glimpse of the sleeping man before you closed the door, a small smile forming on your lips at the sight. the blanket was loosely draped over toji’s hips, his head resting to the side— inky black hair falling over his forehead, thick muscles relaxed, and pink lips parted as a series of soft snores escaped him. he looked so innocent, so peaceful— a complete opposite to his usual rough and tough demeanor.

the rest of the apartment was cold as well, the shirt you donned barely providing you any warmth. you were almost desperate enough to crawl back into bed with toji, preferring to lay in your sweat than freeze to death in the apartment’s hallway.

you flicked the light on in the kitchen, the hum of the appliances buzzing in your ears as you made your way around the kitchen. you pulled out any breakfast essentials stocked in the fridge and pantry, the idea of making tamagoyaki, salted salmon, and rice porridge acting as your guide. you rarely had saw toji throughout the week given your busy schedules, which meant that you barely had a chance to spend time together, let alone have breakfast together. wanting to treat toji with a good-quality breakfast, you eagerly dived head-first into cooking up something for the two of you.

you tried to keep the clinking of pans and rustling through the fridge to a minimum, your actions cautious and mute. as you broiled the salted salmon in the oven and closed the oven door, you felt strong hands grip at the sides of your waist, tugging you back into the warm front of your boyfriend.

toji peered down at you, sleep still evident in his expression as he tucked your back flushed against his chest. you tilted your head back to look up at him, beaming at his sudden presence. his arms wrapped around your waist, a matching smile tugging at his lips.

“did i wake you? i tried to be quiet,” you explained to him, sinking further into his embrace. toji’s arms flexed around you, his bare muscles tensed as he held you tightly in his arms.

“no, but whatever you’re cooking did,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, your eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment at the affection. toji was never soft around anyone, rarely allowing himself to wear his heart on his sleeve. so, you embraced his love whenever it was displayed. “smells good in here, mama,”

toji’s head dipped down, his lips brushing against the outershell of your ear. the next few words he whispered into your ear made a shiver run down the length of your spine, nipples starting to harden through the thin fabric of the buttoned shirt as your pussy lips began to tingle.

“but, you smell better,”

it didn’t take much longer before toji had you folded over the kitchen countertop, the buttons of your shirt undone and lacy thong pulled to the side. he was kneeled down behind you, strong hands kneading and massaging at the soft globes of your ass. his face was buried into your cunt, nose flattened against your perineum as his tongue dived into your gummy walls.

you were a whimpering, blubbering mess— eyes squeezed shut and calves straining to maintain your position on the tips of your toes as toji pulled every fiber of pleasure out from your depths. he nuzzled his face into your cunt, a chuckle muffled between your folds as he lapped at your clit with the flat of his tongue.

“tojiii,” you whined his name, barely able to find a grip along the smooth surface of the counter. you felt your skin heat up as your stomach growled, embarrassment settling over you. “what about breakfast? i’m hungry.”

“and, i’m hungry for this pretty cunt, mama,” toji pulled away, landing a harsh smack to one of your cheeks. you almost buckled beneath your weight from the impact, another whimper escaping you as toji landed another hit to your ass.

“you gonna deny me of my breakfast, huh?” you shook your head, knowing well-enough not to deny toji from he wanted. “didn’t think so. so, whatever you were makin’ can wait for now, baby; let me finish eatin’ first. this pussy’s so much better than breakfast anyway.”

toji continued to lick away at your cunt, your arousal staining his mouth and chin with a thin gloss before dripping down to the puddle forming on the tiled floor. he smothered his face in your essence, groaning at the musky flavor of your arousal as he rolled his tongue in loose circles around your clit. he hummed in delight when he thrusted his tongue into your tight hole, squishy walls barely able to clench around the muscle as he dares his tongue in and out too quick for your liking.

toji was an expert in many things, his ego growing larger when he was successful in completing a task. whatever he set his mind to, he could do it right the first time around. and, one of those things was ripping an orgasm out from you with just the flick of his tongue.

your body quivered against toji’s tongue, a series of moans and chants of his name ripping through you as your orgasm washed over you. it felt like an out-of-body experience as toji suckled hard on your swollen clit— thighs trembling, knees buckling, and tears brimming at the edges of your eyes. you could barely even hear yourself, it was like you watching your orgasm tear through you from a third perspective.

“you good, mama?” toji teased, standing right back up behind you. he twisted your limp body around to face him, smirking at the sight of dried tears streaking down your cheeks. you couldn’t hold yourself up, your elbows propped up on the counter behind you for some semblance of supprt while toji’s hips pinned you against the kitchen cabinets.

“yeah, yeah, i’m good,” you breathed out, head lolling to the side as your eyes fluttered close. you could barely catch your breath. “just need a second,”

toji nodded, one of his hands finding its place on the hinge of your jaw. he leaned forward to pepper a series of pecks on your lips, his lips pillow soft and stained with the remnants of your release. he allowed you a few more seconds of peace before truly capturing your lips in a heated kiss, your head dipping back as he pried your mouth open with his tongue.

he explored every space within your mouth, tongue swirling and flicking against your own. you could still taste yourself on him, moaning at the familiar musky yet sweet flavor of your essence. while toji dominated your mouth, he tugged his pajama pants down to his thighs, aching cock pressing against your abdomen.

he flipped you around once again, bending you back over the edge of the kitchen counter. one of his hands pressed against the nape of your neck, holding you place as he rolled his hips behind you, his cock thrusting between the puffy folds of your cunt.

“you like that, mama? like it when i glide my cock against your wet pussy?” he teased you, his green eyes fixated on the sight of your entrance drooling arousal all over the head of his cock.

“yesyesyes— toji, pleasee,” you mewled, back arching deeper as your hips chased after him. toji’s cock poked at the tight entrance of your cunt before slipping out, your hole aching to be stretched and filled by his familiar girth. “need it s’ bad, need ya t’ rail me, pleasee.”

toji chuckled, “need me t’ rail you, huh? such a needy girl,” toji’s cock pushed past the tight ring of your cunt, a groan slipping from you as he stretched your walls around his width. regardles of how many times he had fucked you or how long he spent prepping you, there was no possible way you could ever become familiar with the thickness of toji’s cock. “that’s my girl… my good fuckin’ girl, oh fuck—”

he almost choked as your hips began to roll against him, your body unable to resist to urge to bounce on his cock. your ass wiggled as you fucked yourself on him, guttural groans and whispers of praise leaving toji’s lips as he watched you openly use him for your own pleasure. he was mesmerized by the sight.

“fuck, mama, you’re so fucking tight,” he strained through his teeth, the dull edges of his nails sinking into the flesh of your ass cheeks as he guided your hips along. he couldn’t help the series of rambles he let out as he watched your cunt swallow up his cock before spitting him right back out.

“love fuckin’ ya first thing in the morning, havin’ ya as my breakfast,” he praised, his hands moving up to cross over the nape of your neck. his fingers pressed into your levator scaps, holding you place as he rutted his hips into you. “feels so good, mama, perfect pussy squeezin’ the life out of me. just can’t help it if i fuck you… a little… harder.”

toji’s cock began to pound into you, carving its curve and width into your tight, gummy walls. beads of drool seeped from the corner of your mouth as he fucked into you faster, the ridges of his cock molding into your walls as the head of his cock smacked against your cervix. your breath hitched, having complete gone silent from how hard he was fucking you.

“c’mon, mama, let me hear them pretty moans. moan for me,” he ordered in between thrusts, speaking through gritted teeth. his abs were clenched, stomach inhaled as he felt his orgasm began to grow within him— his tight balls slapping against your swollen clit. “let me hear how good i’m makin’ you feel, baby. come— fuckin’— on.”

your brain was fried, incoherent sentences rolling off your tongue as you struggled to locate any words amongst the mushy puddle that was your mind. pornographic moans and whimpers filled the air, the wet squelching sound of your cunt bouncing off toji’s cock echoing off the walls.

“fucckk, toji, s’ good, so good so good— g’na cum— g’na cumm,” you moaned, pussy fluttering around toji as he nudged against your g-spot. “need t’ cum on your cock, pleaseee…”

a sly smile made its way onto toji’s lips, his cock stilling within you. his large hands found yours, tucking your arms behind your back and forcing you up off the counter, your back nearly flushed against his chest. he kept your arms pinned behind you with one hand while his other hand gripped at your breast, rolling you hardened nipple between his rough fingers.

“‘s that right, mama? can feel ya clenchin’ around my cock,” he spoke into your ear, his hips rolling back into its quick and sharp pace. “want ya t’ cream all over this cock, baby. want me t’ cum with ya? want me t’ fill this cunt to the brim with my seed? g’na dump my fuckin’ load and fuck it into ya. g’na make you a real mama, baby, wanna see this belly get round with my seed.”

every word toji spoke into your ear made your pussy clench harder around, squeezing every inch of his cock as he bullied your g-spot. his thrusts grew fast, sloppy and frenzied as he threw you over the edge of your orgasm.

“toji toji tojiii,” you chanted his name like a prayer, too far gone to care about how loud and obnoxious you probably sounded. your thighs trembled against him and head spinning as your second orgasm rolled over you. you swore you could see the pearly white gates of heaven from how good he was fucking you through your orgasm. “cum in me, pleaseeee— need ya t’ fill me up— wanna have your babies, toji, pleeaseee,”

without hesitation, toji spilled his load into you like he had promised. a primal growl resonated from deep within him as he tightened his grip on your forearms, his hips remaining pressed harshly up against your ass, his cum oozing out from the sides and spilling onto your inner thighs.

“fucck, baby,” toji rasped out as he peeled his cock out from your warm walls, his cock covered in a thin white layer of your combined cum. “didn’t hurt ya, did i?”

you shook your head, settling down on the ground from how little you were able to support yourself on your own two feet. toji looked down at you, his expression softened as he handed you a small kitchen towel to clean yourself off with.

“n-no, i’m all good,” you looked up at him, aimlessly cleaning yourself up. toji’s cock hardened once more at the sight of you on your knees— lips bruised, eyes wide and blown-out, and skin glistening with sweat.

“toji, your dick is still hard— wanna help you with that, okay?” you whispered to him, tossing the kitchen towel off to the side as you shuffled closer to him while on your knees. you pawed at the base of his shaft, twisting your wrist as you began to stroke him. your other hand fondled his tightening balls, massaging the delicate skin with a feather-light touch. “want ya t’ fuck my mouth, okay? need it so bad.” you were truly hypnotized by toji’s erection, his stroke game so good that it put you in a trance.

“mama, i thought you were hungry.” he watched with eager eyes as you took him into your mouth, greedy tongue cleaning off any white beads of his cum and yours on his length. your cheeks hollowed, tongue pressed to the underside of his cock before retracting his shaft from your mouth with a loud, wet ‘pop’.

“not anymore,” you murmured, staring up at him with glossy eyes. he wanted to take a picture of you— your fingers barely able to wrap around his size as you pumped, your lips parted deliciously with the semi-translucent stains of saliva and cum. “rather have this cock for breakfast.”

[thesimulationswarm]

Double Shot

Joel Miller x f!reader x Tommy Miller

Pairing: pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!AFAB!reader x Tommy Miller Rating: explicit, 18+ MDNI Summary: A gorgeous man walks into your coffee shop and introduces himself as Tommy Miller. Then his equally gorgeous brother shows up. You can't decide which you like better... but maybe you don't have to. A/N: This will be in four parts, building up to the smut. Hopefully released daily. It's dumb filthy shit I couldn't get out of my head, okay? Then I'll be back to my ongoing serious series. Word count: 1.5k warnings/tags: threesome, shameless flirting, sibling rivalry, PWP

Part 2 , Part 3, and Part 4 are available now.

Part 1

“It’s going to be another hot one out there today folks— topping out at 105 this afternoon. Remember to drink lots of water, stay in the shade, and of course, wear sunscreen!” The opening beats of Everybody’s Free (To Wear Sunscreen) followed, and you whacked the radio off in annoyance.

You were sick of this summer. Sick of the record-setting heatwave. Sick of the shitty little building you’d found for your coffee shop, which had seemed so cozy in February but turned out to have the world’s lowest-output air conditioner. Sick of sweat staining through your t-shirt as you worked the morning rush.

You were proud of your business, sure. You’d started from nothing and managed to get it off the ground. Now you had a steady clientele that came for their morning coffee but also for your homemade pastries— your pride and joy. But to keep things afloat you worked like a dog. And this summer was killing you.

The flow of customers finally let up for a minute and you sat on your stool, leaning into the breeze from the countertop fan. 

You let your eyes flutter closed, dreaming about the ice cold Lone Star you’d have when you finished tonight. You could almost feel the condensation on the can as you pulled it from the fridge, could hear the crack and hiss of it opening…

You just about jumped out of your skin when the front door flew open, chime tinkling.

“Sorry to interrupt. Looks like a well-earned break, sugar.”

The man standing in the doorway was tall, bronze-skinned, with thick dark curls tumbling around his face. His biceps were visible below the sleeves of his gray t-shirt, his thumbs hooked on the belt loops of his jeans as he stared at you. He was smirking, and then— when you met his eyes— he fucking winked at you.

You raised your eyebrow at him. “It was, as a matter of fact.  Been at it since 5am. But what can I do for you?”

The man ambled over to the counter, inspecting the chalkboard menu on the wall. “Well, I heard this is the best place in the neighborhood to get a coffee and a little breakfast. And I’m going to need both to start my day.”

He ordered an iced latte, double shot, and one of your cinnamon buns. You set to work preparing them, only too aware of his eyes on you as you moved behind the counter. You got a lot of flirts in here, men looking for a little ego boost on their way to work, and for the most part you didn’t mind—as long as they don’t take it too far.

There are times, though, when it’s not just about not minding.

Times when you decidedly enjoy the attention.

And this would be one of those, because this man is fucking gorgeous.

You feel your hips swaying more than usual, and you wish you’d worn something more alluring than jeans and an old t-shirt. At least this pair of jeans does a good job of highlighting your ass, especially now that the denim is clinging to your sweaty skin.

“So is this a summer job, or do you work here year round?”

“Honey, I don’t work here. I’m the co-owner,” you reply, whipping around to set his drink down in front of him. You were vaguely aware of the door chime tinkling as another customer walked in, but at that moment you only had eyes for this one.

The man let out a low whistle. “A business owner and a beauty? Color me impressed.” He leaned forward against the counter, looking around at the pastry case, the neat racks of cups, the espresso machine.  From this distance you could appreciate his freckles, like a dusting of brown sugar over his sculpted face. “You know, I’m in business myself.”

“That so?”

He held out a hand to you and broke into a wide smile. It was dazzling. “Tommy Miller, of Miller Construction.”

You were about to shake hands with the beautiful Tommy Miller when you were both interrupted. The customer you’d been ignoring had materialized at his side, and smacked him— hard— on the arm.

“Tommy, quit your bullshit!”

“Jesus, Joel, I’m in the middle of somethin’ here!”

You watched with interest as the two turned to face each other. The second man— Joel, apparently— was about his same height, but looked a little broader through the shoulders and a little older. He had a strong jaw, painted dark with stubble, and an impressive mustache. 

Jesus Christ, it was hot enough in here already.

“You’re in the middle of wastin’ precious time, is what you are,” Joel scoffed, before turning to you. “I’m sorry about my brother, ma’am. He thinks he’s god’s gift to the ladies.”

You laughed, looking from one man to the other. You could appreciate similarities now— the dark curls, the strong but trim bodies, the deep eyes you could get lost in.

“And you should know,” Joel added, “It is Miller Construction, but I am the sole proprietor. Tommy here works for me.” Then he held out a hand across the counter, with a close-lipped smile that was less flashy than Tommy’s but no less devastating. “Joel Miller. Of Miller Construction.”

Tommy glared daggers at his brother as you reached across to shake. Joel’s big hand swallowed yours, his grip firm and warm. You felt something electric go down your spine, the hairs standing up on your arms.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Joel,” you said, looking into his rich brown eyes. Then you turned, and held out your hand again. “And it’s a pleasure to meet you, too, Tommy.”

Tommy’s hand was smaller than Joel’s by just a hair, but it was softer, too. You looked at Tommy as you shook, but out of the corner of your eye you could still see Joel— watching you touching Tommy.

The dampness you were feeling between your legs— it wasn’t just sweat anymore.

It was mid-afternoon and the cafe had started to feel like the ninth circle of hell. There weren’t many customers after lunch, so you used that time to work on baking for the next morning. The problem was the ovens, which put out way more heat than your crappy little AC could counter. You had about 30 minutes left before you could pack it in for the day, but you thought you might just spontaneously combust if you stayed inside.

So you grabbed a paperback and a cold coke from the drink case, and went outside. Your place was on the corner of a little strip mall in South Austin, and it bordered on a gravel lot with food trucks and picnic tables. Everything was closed up this time of day, but that was all the better to have a quiet moment to yourself.

The sun was fucking brutal, but you sat in the shade of a live oak, and you could feel a little breeze lifting the hairs on the back of your neck.

You looked around at the sun-baked street, watching people come and go. Mostly in cars in this heat, but some brave souls were walking or on bikes. Next door, a work crew was taking a break from the building frame they’d been erecting. You watched the men downing gatorades and wetting bandanas to tie around their necks. Now that was a tough job on a summer day.

Then you noticed something.

Off to the side was a makeshift table, papers spread across a piece of plywood balanced on two saw horses. Two broad figures stood beside it, looking down.

Joel and Tommy.

This was goddamn Miller Construction.

You knew you shouldn’t spy, but you couldn’t help watching. The brothers looked deep in conversation— Joel with his arms folded across his chest, Tommy with his head tilted to one side. Tommy pointed to something; Joel nodded, and then pulled a pencil out from behind his ear to note something down. Tommy said something else and Joel shook his head, tapped his finger on one of the papers emphatically.

Both men, taken separately, were impressive items. But when they were together, Christ almighty. There was something magical in their practiced ease, their good-natured jockeying for dominance. You couldn’t pick just one to admire.

You heard your oven timer go off inside the cafe, and you reluctantly peeled your eyes away from Miller Construction to head back inside. You hummed along with the radio as you checked on your croissants, suddenly a lot less annoyed by the interminable summer.  With their building site right next door, you ought to be seeing a lot more of the Miller brothers.  You were going to make the most of it.

[seospicybin]

ONE SUMMER NIGHT.

A chapter of Pied Piper.

Changbin x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: The heat of the summer gets to you and your boyfriend, Changbin in both good and bad ways. (5,5k words)

Author's note: This is a part of Pied Piper that didn't make it on the fic and I love writing this couple so much, I think I'll write another chapter of them :)

Changbin has no problem seeing you in that short skirt and a white t-shirt.

The more skin he can see, the more delighted he is, especially knowing that he is your boyfriend, there's a sense of pride in letting people know that.

Heck! He wishes the whole world knows that he is your boyfriend.

That's how much he likes being your boyfriend. Something about you that makes him feel fulfilled and contented that he doesn't need anything else but you, just you.

"It's so hot tonight!"

You keep complaining about the heat of the summer the whole night and hate the idea of sleeping over at his place.

Thanks to his charms, he succeeded in persuading you to stay the night with him with the promise that he'll drive you to the studio in the morning to finish your paintings.

Changbin gets out of the bathroom to see you standing only in your underwear and taking out one of his t-shirts from the closet.

He whistles at the sight he sees, "if it's too hot maybe we should sleep naked tonight," he teases, teeth faintly biting his lower lip.

You ignore his remark and put on a sleeveless white t-shirt of his, the piece of clothing hangs loosely on you with holes on the side showing glimpses of your breasts.

"You wish!" You finally respond as you close the door to his closet.

Even with the air conditioner blasting cool air into the room, you still find it uncomfortable sleeping so close to each other and Changbin just can't keep his hands off of you even for a mere second.

There's adequate space as he hovers above you but as he keeps kissing you, his weight starts to press on you.

"It's hot," you say against his lips.

He smirks, "you are hot."

You lowly chuckle and slowly push him away, "I don't think I can sleep in this heat," you complain again.

Changbin reluctantly lets go and lies next to you, despite the urge to continue kissing you is too hard to resist.

"Then we should sleep without the blanket," he suggests.

"But I can't sleep without a blanket," you grumble and hold on to the blanket afraid that he would take it away from you.

He then thinks of another way to cool you down because it seems that the heat affects your mood as well, "should we have ice cream? I think we have a pint in the fridge," he offers another idea.

A smile rises on your face and you eagerly nod.

Changbin makes a quick trip downstairs and rummages through the freezer for ice cream that he swears he saw when he looked for his frozen chicken breast this morning. He can't find the pint of ice cream but found a popsicle, it's better than nothing he thinks.

He rushes back upstairs and finds you sitting on the bed waiting for him. He watches you eating the popsicle with a smile on his face, he refuses when you offer him a bite, "No, you can have it!"

"Just take a bite!" You insist and feed it to him, grinning as he obeys you.

He helps you wipe the mess on your face and put the trash away before coming back to bed, "how do we feel?"

You nod, "much, much better!"

"Can I cuddle you now?"

“Okay.”

You let him wrap his hands around you as you nuzzle your head into his chest, in his warm embrace. You look up and pull his chin down to kiss him, "Goodnight!"

He gives you a long, lingering kiss in return, "Goodnight!"

-

Changbin wakes up to the rustling sounds of someone going through his things in his bedroom.

Feeling alert, his eyes snap awake to find his housemate looking for something in his drawer and he notices that Changbin has waking up.

"Can I borrow your charger cable? I broke mine again!" He says, closing the drawer and searching for it in the lower drawer.

Changbin scrambles getting up from his bed and pulls the blanket to cover... wait, you're not there on the bed.

"My girlfriend..."

"Your girlfriend left early in the morning saying she was late for something and told me to tell you to pick her up later," his housemate informs him.

He reaches for his phone and checks the time, it's quarter past ten in the morning when he's supposed to drive you to the studio at 8. He slaps his forehead and groans, "I screwed up! I was supposed to drive her..." he trails his words and collapses back onto the bed.

"She didn't seem mad though," his housemate says.

"Yeah?"

"But she looked rather furious!" His housemate replies with a laugh.

Changbin throws a pillow at him, sending him reeling to the side, "buy a new charger cable!" He shouts at him.

He doesn't want to be late to pick you up, he knows you'll be out at 4 from your extra class, you've been busy finishing your series of paintings for your final project. He waits outside by his car, it baffles him how some people are still checking him out when the whole campus knows he stops being the playboy slash heartbreaker since he started dating you.

He stops seeing the others ever since, he doesn't feel the need to so why should he?

The sun is ready to set when you finally come out of the class, walking toward him while hoisting the strap of your bag on one shoulder.

He walks up to meet you in the middle and hugs you, "I'm sorry I didn't drive you this morning," he sincerely apologizes.

You briefly kiss him on the cheek and smile, "that's okay."

He knows you've been cutting him a lot of slacks, it's not the first time he made blunders like this, he had done few and you let him off easily. He guesses you know that he's still learning to do boyfriend things properly.

He unlocks the car and you get into the passenger's side, turning your body to his side to put your bag on the backseat of the car.

That's when he sees it, you're wearing nothing under your white t-shirt that he can see your nipples poking through the fabric.

He holds you by the shoulder and takes a clearer look, he slides his hand down your chest to feel your soft mound.

You laugh at what he just did and how he just went for it, "there's a time and place for that!" You say, then put his hand away.

"You're not wearing a bra!" He innocently says like he hasn't seen you naked before.

"I was in a rush this morning. I think I left it in your room," you answer and hold his hand on your lap.

It confuses him a lot, how can someone forget to put on an undergarment? That doesn't make sense to him.

"You forgot? To put it on?"

You stifle a nod, confused by how confused he sounded.

"How?"

You shrug, "I don't know. I just did."

"You went to class like this?"

You nod again and crack a laugh, "why this is confuses you so much?"

"How can you forget to put on your bra?" He asks with pure confusion drawn on his face.

"Why? You never forgot to put on something when you're in a hurry?"

"Well, I did forget to put on something but never forgot to put on my underwear," he answers rather too aggressively.

You snort because why this has to be an issue, putting your safety belt on instead and let the argument slide, "let's just go!”

Changbin has been excited to meet his old friend, knowing that his friend also has a girlfriend, they decide to do a double date and have dinner together tonight.

He has no problem with your appearance but he's not going to let you meet him like this, with all of your tits hanging out for his friend to see. He's a man after all, even though he has a girlfriend something like this is just irresistible.

He parks the car and takes his leather jacket from the backseat, he hands it to you.

"Here, put it on!" He orders.

You heavily sigh with your shoulders slumped, "but it's hot," you whine.

He drops the leather jacket onto your lap, "Just put it on, please?"

You sigh again but recognizing his displeasure, you decide to give in to him, putting the leather jacket on before getting out of the car.

You're warm even from walking across the parking lot, but Changbin has been talking about meeting this friend of his for days. You convince yourself that you can hold out the heat for a few hours, for the sake of his and everyone's convenience.

The dinner went well and Changbin's friend is so friendly and delightful, they insist on paying the bill even though Changbin offered to pay for it first. He lost the chance after settling the matter in the most mature way that is with a round of rock-paper-scissor.

You are thankful that the night ends after the dinner and there's no second round because the boyfriends have to drive their girlfriend home safely.

You immediately shrug the leather jacket off once you get in the car and throw it to the backseat with a slight annoyance, you blast the AC on, sighing in relief as the cool air blows your moist skin from the sweat.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?" Changbin asks.

The night is still young but going somewhere else means you have to put the leather jacket on again, "I'm tired, just take me home," you say.

You didn't mean to make it sound harsh, but you are slightly annoyed and if this keeps going, it would only do both of you no good.

-

Changbin knows that your mood turns a little sour since that little argument happened back at the campus parking lot. He knows that forcing you to put on his leather jacket only worsens your mood, he knows you well enough to know that you hate being forced to do something.

Is it wrong for him to want to protect you? You're so attractive and people can't help staring at you but it's not you that he has a problem with, it's the other people.

A part of him likes showing you off while the other part of him wants you selfishly just for himself.

Will you let him off easily too this time? That's what he's been thinking of the whole ride to your apartment.

You've been quiet from the moment you got out of his car, you ditch the elevator and take the emergency stairs instead as if you can't stand waiting for it to arrive with him.

He also doesn't why he acts this childishly. Truthfully, he has been aware of all the subtle changes in him ever since he's dating you, for better or worse, he can't tell which.

He follows you climbing up the stairs, looking at your short skirt swinging. If he didn't think of the possibility that what he did is unforgivable, he would be enjoying this view with pleasure.

He just can't, his heart is not at ease.

"Hey, should we order some shaved ice? You know, the strawberry one you like so much," he offers because food is always a good idea to win you over.

You don't answer but keep climbing the stair while dragging your bag with you.

He takes the bag from you and he sees the wet patch on your t-shirt right there on your chest, you've been sweating and he feels bad for it, "I'll carry it for you."

You let him take it from you without saying anything and continue walking up the stairs as he walks by your side.

The silence starts to irritate him so much that he finally asks, "Are you mad?" 

It takes you a few seconds to answer, "No."

"Then why are you so quiet?"

"I'm just tired," you weakly answer.

He grabs your hand and stops you there, on the base of the stairs between the third and the fourth floor.

"I know you're mad, it's okay," he says to you with an apologetic look on his face.

You take a breath before answering him, "I just don't get why you're so angry just because I forgot to put on a bra."

Maybe he should have explained it earlier before you take it the wrong way, "It's not about that, I know you forgot to put it on. I only have problems with people who stare at you, you know I don't like it when they do" He explains as calmly as possible.

"You know I wouldn't forget to put it on if I didn't get up late for class and you drive me there," you say to him, you don't raise your voice but it did echo in there.

"You should have woken me up and I would have driven you there!" He doesn't mean to raise his voice, it's a part of him that hates being blamed for something.

You turn to face him this time and say, "I told you I didn't want to stay over because I should get up early the next day but you insist!"

You take a step closer to him, "and you promised! You promised to wake up early and drive me there!"

"I know that's my mistake and I apologized. But you shouldn't have left without telling me!" Changbin gives a counterargument and he's aware of how irrational he becomes.

You turn to leave and start walking up the stairs again, stomping your foot a little too hard the sounds echoing in the chamber.

How did the two of you end up arguing about petty things like this? He catches up to you and stops you again, this time between the fourth and fifth floors.

"Let's start again, mmh?"

He turns you over to face him and tilts your chin to make you look at him, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for making you late to class and not driving you there. I'm sorry for forcing you to stay over. I'm sorry that I forced you to put on the leather jacket and made you sweating," he stares deeply into your eyes.

Your face gradually softens with every apology he delivers to you.

"I'm sorry for being selfish of you. I know that's not okay but... I just like you so much," He says and again, he's aware of how immature he sounds when he said those things.

He drops your bag to the floor so he can hold you, wrapping his hands around your waist, "I'm still learning this boyfriend thing, you know," he sheepishly says, there's no use being ashamed of it, he knows that you know.

You lift your hands and put them around his shoulders, "I don't need a good boyfriend, I just need you," you say as you melt in his embrace.

He sighs in relief as if his life just got charged up to full, holding you so tight and close to him with a smile on his face.

"You want me to be a bad boyfriend then?" He teases.

You pull away just enough to look at his face, "I just need my Changbin," you reply with a sly smile.

He grabs you by the side of your waist and slowly pushes you until your back hits the wall, pinning you there.

"This Changbin?" He asks with his forehead pressed against yours.

You seductively laugh at him, "maybe..."

Gosh, you always know how to pull him in, it's either your eyes, your body, the way you speak, or the words that come out of your pretty, smart mouth.

Without thinking, he crashes his lips with yours and kisses you so hard he's losing a shred of sanity with it. He is so needy for you, he wants you so bad that it takes everything in him not to lose it right there.

His hand moves up to your chest and kneads on your breast through your t-shirt, fingers circling your hardening bud.

He likes how you are so sensitive to his touch, like a beautiful flower who knows its owner.

He draws back to put a little space between your body, he looks at you and down at your chest, and his hands hold the hem of your t-shirt to lift it, exposing your bare chest to him.

He doesn't waste a second to bury his face between your beautiful mounds, filling his mouth with your soft flesh and teasing your skin with his tongue.

Your hands tangle in his hair, moaning into it while his mouth is busy making your nipples wet with his saliva.

"Bin, maybe not here," you remind him.

That's enough to make him stop but his hand lowers to your thigh, hooking your leg around him, and he starts to put his weight against you, making you feel the growing bulge inside his jeans.

"Why not?" He asks you as he dry humping you.

"You said you hate when people stare at me," you poke fun at him and lowly moan as he humps you again a little harder this time.

"Good point!" He agrees, then slowly lets go of you.

Changbin gets more impatient with every second that passed, he hugs you from the back with his hands slipped under your t-shirt, fondling your breasts as you unlock the door to your apartment.

He humps you from the back like it's not already hard enough for you to try to unlock the door with him clinging onto you.

"Changbin..." you whine in complaint.

You both stumble inside the second the door is open, Changbin drops your bag and hurriedly takes off his shoes, clinging onto you again to bury his head in your neck. You guide him further inside and lean forward with your hands on top of the mini bookshelf you put next to the window.

His hands trace the curve of your rear before snaking down your legs and going under your skirt, palming your sex in his hand which makes him even more impatient.

He hastily takes your skirt off along with your underwear, leaving you only in your t-shirt, he looks through the window and sees how people out there are oblivious about the lewd thing he's doing with you.

Inexplicably, it arouses him more.

He kisses your neck before making his way to kiss you on the mouth while rubbing his bulge over your ass repeatedly.

You turn around and sit on top of the shelf, reaching for him to start undressing him. He takes his shirt off himself while you unbuckle his belt, pulling his jeans off along with his underwear to make it quick.

He kisses you again while you're pumping his stiff member in your hand, spreading your legs open for him as he gets closer, closing the gap between your bodies.

"I can't wait to be inside you," he says with so much frustration that he can't contain the raging desire in him anymore.

"Get inside me then!" You boldly say with a low giggle.

"Let's take this off first," he says, taking your t-shirt over your head and putting it away.

You place your hands on each side of his waist as he puts all of his concentration on entering you, slowly since you're still having a hard time adjusting to his size.

While you keep tilting your head up and looking at his face, contorted in pleasure and he looks so overwhelmed by it. He notices that you're watching, and he gets flustered that he kisses you again to shift your attention elsewhere.

He continues pushing the remaining length with a gentle thrust that elicits a loud moan from you, putting his hands under the joint of your knees, he puts your legs around his waist.

"You always feel so good around me," he whispers with his breath tickling your ear.

Your eyes meet and it sets everything in motion, you hold on to his shoulders as he pounds into you, and he does it with such intensity that it reverberates throughout your body.

A sheen of sweat coated your body from the summer heat, you lean back to put a space as you can feel Changbin's body heat in this proximity.

But Changbin doesn't get your intention, he takes your hands and put them around his neck, swiftly, lifts you off the top of the shelf, and have you clung to him without pulling out of him.

You gasp in surprise at how easily he can lift you like you're as light as a feather, "time for a new trick?"

Changbin responds with a lopsided grin and puts his hands on your ass, guiding your body to move against him.

"Today's workout is cardio, huh?" You poke fun at how he scheduled his workout routine for a week.

You clutch him by the shoulders and lock your lips with him, he groans against your lips as using your body as he pleases gives him a newfound pleasure.

He starts to sweat as well as he uses his strength to keep guiding you and he starts to lose his footing, afraid that it may get risky, he decides to slowly sit on the couch along with you.

You sit on his lap, straddling him and taking a break by kissing him, placing kisses on his neck and chest.

Changbin spread his arms out along the headrest of the couch and sits back, "bounce those beautiful mounds for me," he demands. 

You burst out laughing and feeling challenged at once, putting all of your hair to the back and your hands on his shoulders, you start to roll your hips around, feeling his cock inside you to give you the drive.

He seems to enjoy it too, his mouth slacks open and eyes looking at you so full of lust.

Then you start bouncing on him with your breasts bouncing along to your movements just like he asked you to. His hands can't stay still for long, he starts touching you, cupping your breasts and pinching the nipples as you keep moving, chasing your high.

The layer of sweat on both of your bodies glistens under the lights but that doesn't stop you from getting your high together.

He probably senses that you're getting close yet you're getting drained from both the heat and the sex, he holds you close as he lays you down on the couch while he hovers above you.

He kneels on the couch with his hands gripping your waist, thrusting into you again with his eyes intensely looking into yours.

His jaws clenched as he put all of his focus to please you and at the same time, pleasing himself in the process. He doesn't find it hard to do so, he likes you so much that just the thought of being inside you is enough to make him burst.

He holds it in so you can finish first, he's the one who tries to make amend here and it's only right if you cum before him.

The way you squirm underneath him and your legs slightly shaking around his waist, he knows you're so close to climax.

He slows down but puts more intensity into his thrust, hitting you right on the spot that gives you the most pleasure.

"Like that?" He asks through his gritted teeth.

"Mmh, yeah," you answer with your eyes screwed shut, overwhelmed.

Changbin keeps moving and inserts sloppy kisses in between, catching your moans in his mouth.

You softly mewl like a little kitten and claw at his arms when you finally cum.

He would like to correct himself, he finds you the sexiest when you're high in pleasure, especially when he's the one who caused it.

He unconsciously picks up his speed, thrusting into you past your climax to earn his high, closer and closer...

He stifles a thrust into you that makes you moan in unison with him, the second your eyes meet, you both smile at each other.

"Fuck, I like you so much," he says with a hint of frustration at how it is possible for him to like someone that much. He believes it's the first time in his life he experienced this kind of feeling.

You welcome him into your embrace as he collapses on top of you, kissing the side of his face and around his face until the weight of his body starts pressing on you, "baby, you're getting heavy," you say while laughing.

"Wait for a second!" He breathlessly says before waking up, putting your arms around his neck then he scoops your body to flip you over.

You lay on top of him now with him under you, resting your head on his chest while catching your breath, synching your breathing with him.

You stack your hands on his chest and put your chin on top, looking at him while his hands caress your back with his fingertips.

"I must admit that's one nice trick, mister magician," you praise with a sweet smile.

"That's because you make one good assistant," he praises back.

You climb higher on his body and caging his head between your hands, your breasts hang just inches away from his mouth.

"It's time for my trick now," you tell him.

That takes him aback, he thought that you were just as exhausted as him but now that you said that implying that you want to continue.

You suddenly burst into laughter, "why are you so surprised?"

He doesn't want to seem like he can't go for another round, "I just need a moment!"

You place a quick peck on his lips and smile, "it's the perfect time for my new trick," you say.

Changbin raises an eyebrow at you, intrigued.

-

"Isn't it nice?"

You look up at him as he shields you from the running shower, the cold water helps cool you down and washes the sweat away.

"Very cool trick!" He comments, one hand grabbing you to come closer so he can hold you.

He slowly brings his mouth on you and kisses you slowly, tasting your warm lips against the cold water hitting on both of you.

"Can we do that?" You suddenly ask.

"Do what?"

"What you said earlier," you reply, looping your hands around his neck.

He has no recollection of what he said earlier, he probably does but he said so many things tonight, he doesn't know which one you mean by that.

He still has no idea until both of you finished showering and you come up to him, "come on, let's do that!" You sweetly say to him.

Are you really asking for another round or he takes the signal wrong? But he can't seem to find any other thing you want him to do but that.

"Aren't you tired?" He asks with a perplexed look on his face.

You snort and let go of him, "I'll just do it myself," you say, walking to the bed still in your bathrobe.

Are you going to touch yourself just because he has just refused your invitation?

You sit on the edge of your bed and take your phone, "I'll order it myself," you say.

You type something on your phone, "one strawberry shaved ice just for me," you glare at him with a pout.

Oh, it just hits him now that he offered to order it for you before you got into a little argument earlier. He clearly misunderstood the whole thing and feels so stupid for it.

He rushes to you and snatches your phone away, "I'll do it!"

Going to the living room and searching for his phone, "how many servings do you want? I'll buy as much as you want," he asks from the doorway.

You laugh while lying face down on the bed with your hands propping your face, "well, you kind of owe me a lot," you joke.

"Okay, we'll order 10 servings then!" He says as he types onto his phone.

You're going on another wave of laughter with your legs kicking the air.

-

At the end of the night, you both sleep close to each other on your small bed with your hands clasped together in the space between your bodies.

"You don't have to learn to be a boyfriend," you say out of the blue.

"We can take things slowly," you add.

Your fingers slip into his soft, dark curls and gently scratch the back of his head with your fingertips.

He softly lands a kiss on your forehead, "I know," he pauses to kiss your temple and continues, "but I like you so much, I want to do my best for you."

You roll your eyes as you try to digest his sweet words but can't help but smile either, "you like me that much?"

He flashes you that smirk of his in which one side of his mouth lifts higher than the other, "you don't believe me?"

You reply with a subtle shrug.

"You're the first girl whose heart I don't want to break," he mutters with unwavering eyes.

"Changbin the heartbreaker no more?"

He sucks air through his teeth, "I think it's time for boyfriend Changbin to rise," he remarks.

"I like that," you say with a giggle.

He squeezes your hand in his, "be honest with me, how is it having me as your boyfriend?"

You stop playing with his hair and rest your hand on his neck, "I like it," you shortly reply.

"And that's it?" He asks in disbelief, he was hoping to hear more from you.

You nod.

"Thank you so much for the feedback!" He sneers.

You get closer to him and hold him close, laughing into his chest before speaking, "you know you keep making mistakes as a boyfriend,"

He frowns at your words.

"But," you glare at him and force him to listen to the rest of the sentence.

"That means you did try your best to be a boyfriend and I like a man who's true to his words, a man of action, a man of..." you look at him with a sly smile before continuing your words, "principles!"

You caress his cheek and cup his jaw, "I like a man who knows his mistakes and owns up to them," you conclude.

That's true, men usually apologize for everything but never acknowledge the mistakes they did, and what they apologized for. Earlier, when he apologized to you, he listed the mistakes he did and you can't be more proud of him.

"Ultimately, I like a man who's not going to break my heart," you finish with a bright smile at him.

He gets flustered by your words that the foolish grin on his face doesn't wear off even for a second, "Is that me?" 

You shrug again, "maybe."

He gets on top of you, leaning in so slowly making you giggle under him, when he finally captures your lips in his, you return the kiss with the same eagerness.

"Okay, that's enough, it's getting hot," you say, gently pushing him away and sending him back to lay on your side.

"I told you, if it's hot then we should sleep naked," he suggests with a sneaky smile, so full of mischief and so darn sexy.

You sigh and sit up on the bed, looking over your shoulder at him, and say, "I think that's a good idea!"

Changbin wasn't serious when he said that but when he sees you taking off your night dress and leaving only your underwear on, the heat starts getting to him as well.

You lay back down and snug into him, "you're right, it's comfortable sleeping naked," you say then close your eyes.

He takes it that you're trying to tease him, he keeps his hands away from you and is unable to think for a second, should he give in to the temptation?

"I don't know if I like a girl who keeps tempting me, you know?" He tells you.

You giggle and pull him close by the front of his t-shirt, "just give in already, boyfriend," you dare him.

Maybe it's not the summer, maybe the heat is coming from his love that burns and keeps burning the further the relationship goes.

-

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Shower

Steve Rogers x You (Reader)

Warning: Swearing

College AU, Friends to Lovers, Pure Fluff

Summary: You want, no, need to shower, while waiting for Steve, your best friend.

One peek out of the window, and you squint because of the blazing sun. You have never experienced a scorching summer before, but apparently this year someone or something definitely launched ten sun-beam amplifiers to melt down the entire city. You have lived in this damn city for about two dozen years, yet this seems to be the hottest day in your life, if not tomorrow.

Not seeing a living soul by that peek, you decide to turn on the fan and wait.

You are waiting for Steve Fucking Rogers, that little shit that promised to come and fetch some homemade bakery fifteen minutes ago (as per his mother, Sarah’s request and his personal guarantee). And you were supposed to jump in a quick shower ten minutes ago.

Your house, like any other house on this street, didn’t install an air conditioner, which means you have to open all windows to cool down in the summer.

How very convenient that heat waves are blasting into your house, especially today. You are feeling icky and sticky, and above all, grumpy. Mom’s not home, that’s why you can’t jump into the shower right this moment since Steve’s coming over any second now.

HE PROMISED TO COME FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO!!!

And you are still waiting.

Steve Rogers may be your best male friend. Hell, he and Bucky both. But you are sure that you will rip both their heads off if any one of them stands in the way between you and your shower.

God, you really need that shower.

You turn the fan to the highest setting, only to frustratingly find the air slightly cooler than before. Just slightly.

Droplets of sweat dampen your forehead, some gather by your neckline. You tie your hair up as much as possible to prevent more sweat trickling down your spine - which it already is and soaking your oversized T-shirt. You didn’t even bother with a pair of shorts (damn weather) and go with your panties. You know that sweat is accumulating between your thighs and shorts would only worsen the situation.

For Christ’s sake, Steve lives fucking next door, how long will it fucking take for him to crawl under the sun and get here? You grumble under your breath and head to the kitchen for a popsicle.

Your mom and you share the same kind of sweet tooth, so you easily find the popsicle stash she prepared for this summer from the fridge. As you pop it in your mouth and half-minded wipe your wet hand on the kitchen cloth, a series of loud and impatient knocks come from the front door.

“Coming!” You yell, groaning at the sweet and icy touch that left your tongue.

You rush to the door and open it. Standing there is none other than Steve Fucking Rogers, freshly showered (duh, you can tell, or why else is his hair smell like fresh shampoo), wearing a vest and a pair of shorts.

Jerk.

“Hey, I’m here for the ... uh, bakery.” Steve scratches the back of his head.

You roll your eyes at him: "Hi Steve, nice to meet you too.” Even so, you lean against the door frame to let him in. He might be a jerk, but he doesn’t have to wait outside as a punishment. Speaking of the devil himself may have come to New York and burned it with hellfire. ‘Cause that’s the temperature outside.

Steve let out a big smile, smacking a kiss on your forehead before going in: ”Thanks, you’re the best.”

You close the door behind him and gesture your hand towards the bakery. Your other hand is busy shoving the popsicle back into your mouth.

“I thought your mom was here.” He throws himself on the couch, enjoying most of the fan, “She not around?”

You hum and shake your head. The iced pieces make it hard to speak, so you point to the door briefly: “She Out. Why?”

“Nothin’.” He muttered. His eyes light up on seeing you with that popsicle.

“Why staring?” You pronounce the two words with some difficulty.

He blinks, and then: ”Can I have one?”

“Seriously?” You shoot a dirty glare at him, “lower section of the fridge.” You absolutely hate him that second because you have to pull the popsicle out of your mouth to speak, but then again, you almost finish yours, “get one yourself and take the bakery. Remember to close the door when you leave. I have to shower.”

With that, you leave him in the middle of the living room.

“That bastard showered before he came here” is the only thought hovering in your mind. Mostly because you didn’t get to shower waiting for him.

WAITING!

FOR TWENTY MINUTES!!!

To be fair, Steve Rogers isn’t all that bad. He just makes you crazy sometimes, and other times, you feel like he is the most heart-warming, caring and sweet MALE friend on the whole planet (sorry Bucky). You knew him since middle school, and after some time spent with him and Bucky, you become close friends. You three argue a handful of times, but they turned out to be proofs of your solid friendship. Being exceptionally good at basketball, he and Bucky were both admitted into New York University. As were you, with your grades and extra-curricular activities. You all returned home this summer vacation to cut yourselves some slack. And the bad news is, it’s nearly 100°F outside.

And you might or might not have a crush on him. Since the day you met Steve.

That doesn’t stop you from ripping his head off if he stands in your way again for the shower though.

Some part of you hopes that he could see you as a woman and know your feeling towards him, while you are also afraid of losing your best friends, possibly both of them if they know. And you suspect, since he sometimes makes you crazy, that he doesn’t harbour the same feeling as you.

Yeah, you’re fine with the situation now.

You totally let out a shriek when you realize someone is on the couch. You know that’s not your mom, because A. She won’t be back until seven, and B. She’s 5ft4.

Whoever is sitting on your couch is way over 6ft and bulky. What can you do other than shriek? You panicked. It’s hardly your fault. Not to mention you are wearing, sorry, merely carrying a towel to cover your body parts.

“Shi- I’m sorry.”

The figure stands up, waving his hands in the air apologetically.

You take a second to stuff some sense into your brain that it is Steve.

STEVE FUCKING ROGERS!

You think you roared, as your voice can hardly be called human anymore. “What the FUCK are you doing here? You scared the shit out of me.”

He purses his pink lips, glancing at you nervously: “I uhhh- I didn’t bring my keys. And Ma went out with her friends. Can I-” stay here for a bit until Ma comes back and fetch him home?

Great. You roll your eyes, making sure he sees the white in your eyes, and grab a bottle of bubbly water from the fridge, sounding murderous, “you are lucky that I didn’t bring a baseball bat or something with me.” You know exactly what he is asking you, and your every cell wants to kick him out of the house: another heat source removed, thank you very much. But you are generous and forgiving enough to let him stay, “As much as I want to kick your calves,” you tuck your towel a bit tighter, not that you mind getting a bit exposed in front of him, but still, “-how do you say that in Spanish? Mi casa su casa. Now SCOOT, I wanna watch the season finale I missed last week.”

The second your butt touches the cushion on the couch, Steve begins his sweet and caring and annoying mode. Frankly, he’s annoying you twenty-four-seven, whether driving you mad or buttering you up.

“Can you go change that?” His tone is strange, but you do not bother looking at him.

“Nooooo.” You scramble a bit for the remote, scrolling Netflix pages to find the unfinished season. “Why, you have a problem with towels?”

Oops, towel, not plural.

You glance at your towel, it’s white and fluffy, and perfectly fine in covering all your vital organs. The only thing, if he takes it as “inappropriate”, so be it, is that the towel is rucked up to your thigh. You can’t wear a bathrobe, you will smother. A large towel is your best choice.

Clearly, Steve thinks otherwise, “... it’s really distracting and inappropriate.”

You place the remote on the coffee table: ”It’s the 21st Century, Steve, stop fussing over my outfit.” You literally hiss at him, “plus, I’m in my own house, and you’ve seen me naked before.”

Steve gulps.

Of course, he has seen you naked before.

When you were drunk at the first college party.

Bucky was nowhere to be found when you puked all over yourself. He had to carry you to your dorm and get you changed.

It took Steve every ounce of his self-control not to ramble his affection towards you in your drunken (and most likely amnesia) state. God forbid, he wanted to fuck you then and there. Yes, he likes you and he loves you and he wants to be with you forever. He’s just a coward for not telling you.

And right now, your rucked-up towel is having a painful effect on his dick.

“I wanted to ask, by the way, what took you so long? To fetch the bakery?” You raise your eyebrows suspiciously, “you said you’d come but you got here twenty minutes later.”

Okay, by no means will Steve tell you that he didn’t want to meet you, not when he was sweaty all over. Thank you, New York. So he decided to jump in the shower at the last minute. And he took another couple of minutes to decide what to wear. Hence the delay. But he’s not telling you that.

No way. Uh-uh.

You sip on your bubbly, hearing a vague answer “ ’M with Bucky”.

To Steve’s defence, it’s not entirely a lie. He was with Bucky. He failed to mention Bucky roared with laughter when Steve rushed into the shower and picked several outfits and asked for Bucky’s opinion.

Bucky knew all about Steve’s “little secret” since high school prom, since Steve actually rambled his affection and his misery to Bucky. While Bucky set his eyes on a junior, Steve took some very awful advice from some dickhead named Rumlow and decided to tell you that he already asked some other girl. “To show off charm and popularity” were Brock’s exact words. The next day, you quickly settled with a boy from chemistry class. For all Steve knew, that boy wanted to ask you out since forever.

Bucky could only eyed Steve sympathetically and persuaded you into dancing with Steve for two songs.

Bucky is a good bro, but sometimes he’s still a punk.

You snort, not entirely believing Steve. But yeah, you’ll kill Bucky and Steve both when you have the chance, namely if they piss you off (or stop you from showering) again.

The season finale starts, and you watch it with all the attention you got. You absentmindedly hug a couple of stuffed pillows to make yourself comfortable, however, none of them is comfy enough. You throw them away from you and grab the nearest pillow.

And then it occurs to you, that you are grabbing his arm.

You ignore the fact and hug his arm anyway. To be fair, his arm is better than any pillow.

He used peppermint body wash before he came, and he smells fresh and clear. Like a chilly night after the rain, rid of the muddy air. The exact coolness you need. You inhale and sigh at the peppermint body wash. You are surprised that he makes no complaint about you squeezing his arm, since he is no different than a burning furnace in summer.

Steve Rogers is more than a burning furnace now.

He could see your cleavage if he lowers his head 15 degrees. He freezes because his elbow is pressed against your breast and he does not need his neurons telling him how soft and supple your body is. His dick is painfully hard and he is trying his best not to let you realize it.

To say he is a furnace would be an understatement.

Hell’s worst torture is better than him sitting next to you and not being able to touch you.

You finish the finale with content and a bottle of bubbly. And the credit must have done something to curse your bladder, because the second you see the names of actors and actresses, your abdomen threatens to burst.

You hurry to the bathroom, change into a clean T-shirt on your way out and drop the towel. When you return, Steve sits in the exact same spot without moving a single inch.

Strange, normally he’d take the time to stretch his legs and whatnot. And he knows you and your family well enough that he maneuvered himself dozens of times into your kitchen before, grabbing something to eat or drink. It’s unlike him to sit perfectly still throughout the hour. And definitely unlike him not to munch on something already, as he consumes calories five times than you.

His long legs prop up slightly, and you don’t want to walk around the coffee table because of multiple reasons. You can list 26 reasons for all you care, and you are determined to stride across his long legs back to your spot. Starting a new season or a new show. Anything to pass the time.

You are thinking to yourself when you lift your leg. For some goddamn reason, you trip over nothing and straddle his lap right then and there. His hands shoot up to hold on to your waist.

This is awkward.

You are so close to him that you can smell his faint aftershave. And observe that little speck of green in his baby blue eyes. His thigh is solid that you think you can grind on it and...

So not appropriate thoughts.

His eyes...... his pupils have blown wide. His Adam’s apple bobs. His tongue darts out to lick his lower lip. His lashes are long enough for you to slide on them.

Something in the air shifts. A thick tension hovers above you.

You wish that tension would turn into mistletoe, then you can kiss him in broad daylight.

Kiss his pink lip, tugging it with your teeth so it might flush red.

You snap out of your ridiculous thought and avert his gaze. If you are not blushing, then you sure are setting your face on fire this second.

“You look so pretty when you blush.” He whispers your name, gaining your focus once more. You can’t tell whether he’s serious or just trying to flirt. You’ve seen him flirt, up close. This, however, doesn’t feel like he’s trying to hook up with you.

“Stop making fun of me.” You pinch his arm. He doesn’t even flinch but continues whispers praises about you, making you wonder what has gotten into his head.

“God,” he cradles your head with his palm, pupils are blown so wide you can hardly see the blue in his eyes, voice so low barely you can hear, “I wish you know how I see you. Trust me when I say I’m not fucking kidding.”

You squirm nervously, spine rigid because of the terrible sitting position, and let out a dry laugh, “what’s all this... where’s this coming from, Steve?”

“Since fucking Day 1 I met you.” He scowls like an angry beast, only he’s too pretty to be one, “I wanna have you, a’ight? ‘N it shoulda been me with you at the prom. Shoulda fuckin’ tell you already. I want you all to myself with your pretty little head and pretty little smile ‘n all.”

“I wanna take you out on a date dammit.” His Brooklyn accent breaches the surface due to this little outburst and confession when you are mouth agape, utterly and completely silent.

“C’mon sweetheart, don’t leave me hangin’.” His eyes seek your expression, and you are too shocked to give any.

“Steve...” You squirm more. Pantie damps because of his aggressiveness, yet you are held immobile on his lap. His grip on you tightens. Your fingertips raise to touch his chin.

You lean in, softly kissing his lips. And before that, you whispered: “I want you too.”

Notes: I wrote this in July, and it was included as one of the works of "清夏甜歌" challenge on Lofter. The theme was summer vibe and fluff, hence the heat and the cutie Stevie. Thank you for all the comments, reblogs and hearts! <<<<3

[darkchaogarden-blog]

Rouge: I will never understand how you can stand out here in front of the master emerald in the middle of this heatwave. I’ve only been here for half an hour and my skin is turning redder than your fur!

Knuckles: Hmph, and that’s what makes me a guardian and you a thief! I stand tall through the elements while you lurk in the shadows!

Rouge: Oh please! Spare me the warrior poetry and point to where I can refill my water bottle, I’m dying of thirst!

Knuckles: The river is down there. Honestly, Rouge, you rely too much on modern technology, it’s weaken your instincts! Mobians, especially the mighty echidna, are masters of the ele—

Sonic: Yo Knux! Tails just finished in stalling the air conditioner in the temple—Good thing, too; wouldn’t want you passing out like last ti—Oh, hey Rouge! Want a popsicle? There’s plenty in the fridge inside.

Rouge: *with the world’s smuggest grin* Why, yes, that sounds lovely! Would you care for one, O’ great master of the elements?

Knuckles: …a-ask him if there’s any grape flavored ones left…

[gutouhua]

tags. established relationship, domesticity, slight a/b/o (angel in heat), blowjobs (aki receiving), anal sex

He shook his head once, twice. Reminded himself that Angel was in heat, not him. So why was he panting after Angel?

Control yourself.

Angel’s wings shed once a year—during the summer heat, mid-July. When ice cream would melt the moment you took them out of the fridge and even lying naked on the tatami mat with a fan blowing at your face did nothing to cool you down.

His back would itch where his wings grew from between his shoulder blades—the junction papery thin like a snake’s molted skin—and no matter how much lotion he slathered on, twisting and turning to reach each crevice, it was always dry from the shedding. 

When he took a shower, clumps of feathers would clog the shower drain—a matted mess, a  pain to take out. Aki would take a shower after him and almost immediately stalk into the kitchen and chastise him for flooding the shower. Angel would droop his wings in an effort to look contrite and promise to empty the drain next time, but he never did. It wasn’t his fault his boyfriend looked so maddeningly hot—especially naked and wet.

But the thing that exasperated Aki the most was the sheer amount of feathers. Angel didn’t shed once. Instead, his wings would shed multiple times throughout summer and it would cover the floors in large, downy swaths of fluff. Most days their apartment looked like someone had plucked a cotton field dry and dumped the contents into their apartment. 

Angel’s feathers were a small price to pay for what Aki got in return. 

“What’s for dinner?” Angel asked, feet propped up on the coffee table, ice cream balanced precariously on the waffle cone—his fifth of the day—and just a degree away from melting into a sticky mess. 

Aki eyed him from over the counter, frowning at the ice cream in his hand, but didn’t say anything—just wiped his brow with the back of his hand. The air conditioner broke this morning, and the repairman wouldn’t be able to come fix it for a few days—too many broken units in the building. 

He watched as the fire licked the pot, grimacing from the heat, but it was a necessary evil. You couldn’t make zaru soba without a fire, and if he didn’t cook it, Angel probably wouldn’t eat it. They’d ordered zaru soba from every shop that sold it within a ten mile radius and yet every time he’d take a few bits and refuse to eat the rest, demanding to eat Aki’s rendition of the dish. He was picky like that. 

“The usual.” He shrugged, still staring at Angel’s ice cream. 

Angel made a noncommittal noise, and took a big bite of his ice cream, softening the peak of the soft-serve. This time, Aki forced himself to look away, casting his gaze to the boiling water and noodles, just barely avoiding Angel’s face. 

“Aki?” 

He exhaled and tried to erase the pervasive images feeding stiffly into his lower extremities.

Angel between his legs, his hands fisted in his silky red hair. Guiding his head up and down his length, feeling sharp teeth scrape lightly against his dick—spit mixed with slick—the pressure building until Aki saw stars.

He shook his head once, twice. Reminded himself that Angel was in heat, not him. So why was he panting after Angel?

Control yourself.  

“Aki?” Angel said again. 

Aki kept his gaze lowered. “Yes, Angel?” he rasped softly. 

Angel stared. Squinted curiously at Aki. “By chance are you…are you—aroused?” Angel grinned, watching a brilliant pink color Aki’s cheeks. “You’re blushing!” 

Aki flushed even harder in response. “It’s not like that. It’s because it’s hot,” he muttered. 

Angel stood up, fingers sticky, ice cream forgotten—defiling some bowl on the table.  

“I didn’t know you were such a perv, Aki. I started my season yesterday, wanna go?” 

Aki knew that—had woken up and inhaled a mouthful of feathers and felt the radiating heat of Angel’s massive wings against his naked body. “Not now,” he said, despite other parts of him protesting the statement, “I have to finish cooking breakfast first.” 

He kept his eyes trained on the pot, mixing the noodles with a chopstick and working his way through each strand. It would be annoying if they stuck to each other. It’d take some time to gently ease them away from each other, and Angel would probably starve to death waiting for him. 

“Aki,” Angel murmured, voice low. He jumped up and wrapped slender legs around Aki’s waist. Curled molting wings around his torso, blocking Aki from properly stirring the noodles. 

Aki startled. When did that fiend sneak up on him? 

Angel pressed himself flush against him, moving in slow, rocking motions. 

Aki’s grip tightened on his chopsticks. "I need to finish making breakfast before we do anything, Angel. At the very least finish cooking the noodles since I’ve already started on them." 

Angel whined in response, continuing to hump his back, but Aki ignored him. Tried to, at least. 

"It's important to eat breakfast," he continued. "If you don't eat breakfast then how are you supposed to—fuck!"

Angel’s hands slipped through the waistband of his sweatpants, palming Aki’s hard length. “You’re my breakfast though, so I’ll just eat you now?” he replied. 

Aki groaned. Turned the fire off, and maneuvered Angel so they were face to face. 

“Always so needy.” He brushed his thumb across Angel’s lips and watched the water slide across those pretty lips—then imagined something else, something thicker, creamier. 

"If you want to eat so badly, pet—” He used the endearment when he dropped all pretenses and didn’t try to hide the fact that he wanted to fuck Angel. “—all you have to do is ask. Go ahead.” 

Angel dropped to the floor, pulling Aki’s sweatpants down his legs. No boxers—Aki never wore them at home—and nearly drooled at the sight of Aki’s dick, a bit of pre-cum already leaking from the tip. 

He wrapped his hands around the hard length, fingers barely able to reach all the way around and dragged his hands up Aki’s dick, starting from the base. He stopped at the very top and pressed his thumb at the very tip, hazily watching Aki drip for him. 

Angel waited until Aki began to thrust against his hands before he took him into his mouth. He moaned when he tasted Aki’s cum, the milky liquid sweet against his tongue. Something about it relaxed his body and heightened his sensitivity—made him ready to take Aki. 

He tried to take Aki deeper, the tip almost hitting the back of his throat, but Aki pulled him off his dick and pushed him onto the counter. Angel’s halo was wavering now, and his wings folded forward around Aki, hips following in suit. 

“Stay still,” Aki grunted. He fumbled with Angel’s pants and underwear—nearly tore the cotton away in haste—and pushed it down just far enough to make space for him to settle between Angel’s legs. 

Angel canted his hips, waiting, straining for Aki’s cock, but Aki took his time—always savored the fucking. 

“Patience, Angel.” He positioned himself carefully at the entrance, the tip barely inside. “Easy, take it slow.” Soft strokes, teasing, a palm rubbing smooth circles on creamy skin. 

Sometimes Aki wondered what it’d look like red—the same fiery color as Angel’s hair. He’d  unintentionally tried it once when Angel’s heat was particularly strong, and didn’t miss the fact that Angel came six times that night—twice as much as he usually did when in heat. 

“I want it now,” Angel whimpered. He pushed forward. Aki slipped in with a harsh moan—it was just half, but enough to make him sweat from more than the summer heat. “Please, please, please, Aki. Just, just—give it to me. You know I can take it.” 

“I hurt you the first time,” Aki muttered. He remembered their first few times—clumsy limbs, red faces—and didn’t want a repeat of that. But his veneer of self-restraint was cracking. 

“And how many times have we done it since then?” Angel replied, nearly panting. “Fuck me, Aki, please. I need it.” 

Aki exhaled past hot air and pushed himself into Angel, fully-seated, hips flush against Angel’s ass. “You’re always so warm and tight,” he groaned, “feels so good.”

“Move,” Angel demanded. He was close already. Aki could always tell since his eyes would glaze over, halo flickering like a siren. 

He sped up and kept a punishing rhythm, thrusting so hard that Angel could feel him moving underneath his belly button, and when he splayed a callused palm against Angel’s smooth stomach, pushing, that’s when the tears began to fall—heaven’s tears. 

Aki kept moving even as Angel came undone beneath him, spasms wracking his body. He reached for Angel as he chased his release, squeezing his shaft so tightly that Angel came again with a loud cry. Aki followed closely behind, filling Angel with thick ropes of cum. 

He pulled out when it was too hot to bear. Sweat and sex clung to their skins. 

“Let’s clean ourselves off,” Aki rasped. He looked at Angel, mourning the cum that trickled down his thighs. 

“Carry me,” Angel pouted with arms out, ready for Aki to pick him up.  

Aki raised a sharp brow. 

“You just ravaged my ass so it’s the least you can do.” Angel raised an eyebrow back at him. 

Aki picked him up—he would’ve done it anyway—and walked to the bathroom, placing Angel in the tub. He turned the knob all the way to the right—water scalding hot, enough to burn a human’s skin. Angel sank into the water and let out a blissful moan.

It went straight to Aki’s dick. 

He turned around in a hurry to hide his response and get a towel, but frowned when he noticed his black one on the ground. 

He faced Angel, ready to chastise him. “An—”

Angel looked at the towel before looking at him, pleading.

Aki turned the towel to find smears of slick—cream against black. “You humped my towel again?” 

Angel nodded, excuses flying from his mouth. “I couldn’t wait for you, Aki, I just had to—”

“Find me next time,” Aki ordered. 

“I’m always available for you.”

[qwanderer]

I've replaced all the light bulbs in my apartment with LEDs except for the one above the stove (never use it, not especially jazzed to put plastic there) and the one inside the fridge (just seemed like a pain for a bulb that's only on for a few seconds at a time). Last night I woke up all sweaty and gross because my air conditioners were both on but not cooling, but the bathroom light turned on fine, so I was like "wtf, both my air conditioners broke in the same way? Did my apartment get hit by lightning or smth?" Anyway I went to the fridge to get one of my liter bottles of ice to snuggle up with, and it wasn't making a lot of noise either, and I just got it fixed recently and it was a pain and a half, so I was like, "oh no," but then I opened the fridge to check how the temperature was in there, and the light was very dim, so I was finally like "OH! It's just a brownout!" Those LEDs really threw me off, all nice and bright with only a little power!

Anyway I checked out my address with peco and they were like, "we know, we have people on it, should be back up by like 3:30" so I snuggled my chunk of ice and dozed til it came back on at 3.

All my cooling appliances still work and I am only slightly sleep deprived, yay!

[dreamlandsystem]

Our system is very warm blooded. We tend to overheat in 80° F weather - our autism makes being hot sensory hell! Here’s some stuff you can do to keep cool; it’s been really hot lately and it’ll probably continue to be that way for the next couple months!

Stay hydrated! This one is a no-brainer and the most important thing! We have a water bottle we keep in our fridge so it’s always cold, and we always keep it topped off. We also use it to refill our pets’ water bowls, so they can have cold water in the afternoon when it gets really hot

Keep frozen treats around! A popsicle or ice cream sandwich can work wonders when coming inside from a really warm day. Be sure to eat it slowly so you don’t get a brain freeze! Our syskids like to eat frozen peas and frozen grapes - you can have all sorts of frozen treats if you get creative!

Take a cool bath or shower! This can help lower your body temperature and keep you feeling cooler longer.

If you have long hair, keep it tied up or maybe get a haircut! We have short hair, but back when we had longer hair, it always kept the back of our neck hot and sweaty 😖 Having shorter hair or keeping it tied back and away from your skin absolutely can help keep you cooler in the summer months!

Eat cold foods and things you can make without an oven/stove. Having the oven or stove on can heat up your living space, even if your air conditioner is running! Now is definitely the time for sandwiches, cereal, salads, and other cool meals that you don’t need to heat up.

Never underestimate the power of a cool wet rag on the back of your neck or your other warm bits!

Keep your blinds and curtains closed! The sun streaming through a window can really increase the temperature inside. If you’re able to, maybe hang blankets over your windows to keep the light (and heat!) from getting in

Wear light, breathable fabrics like linen or cotton, and avoid layering outfits! If you bind, please remember to take lots of breaks (even just a quick moment to breathe in the bathroom would help) - binding in the heat can be much worse than binding in cooler weather!

Plan indoor activities. If you want to go out, go to an aquarium, the mall, or a museum (please remember to mask up!). Visiting somewhere indoors can be a great way to get out of the house without overheating!

Use fans! Place a bowl of ice between yourself and a fan at home, and it’ll help keep you cooler. You could also get a fan to plug into your phone that can help keep you cool while you’re out and about!

Stick to the shade (and off of the pavement!). When going out, choose routes that have more shade access and less pavement (especially if you have dogs - hot pavement can hurt a dog’s paw pads!). Maybe bring an umbrella with you to help shade yourself from the sun!

Create a designated cool room. If your home doesn’t have air conditioning, creating a designated cool room will really help, especially during the hottest time of day! In this room, make sure you’ve covered the windows with dark material to keep out as much light as possible. If you can, place a portable cooling unit or some sort of fan inside. This way, you can trap the cool air inside the room - it’s easier to cool down one room than a whole home! Sleep on top of some blankets on the ground with only a thin sheet for cover - heat rises, so you’re more likely to feel cool if you lie close to the floor!

Play in the water! We bought a little plastic pool for like $8 from Target for our littles and our dogs to play in. Dance in the sprinklers, splash around in a little pool, or have a water fight! See if your community has a pool, lake, creek, or splash pad that you can cool off in. Remember to wear sunscreen and drink plenty of water if you’re going to be outside!

Create a cross breeze at night. If your house has been getting warmer throughout the day, at night open two windows on different sides of your home. By one window, place a fan that points inward towards the rest of the house. In the other window, place a second fan that points outside. This will help pull in cool air while pushing stale warm air out of your home. If you have a home exhaust fan, it pretty much does this same thing!

There’s definitely more things you can do to help stay cool, but we just wanted to share a few tips! Remember to Stay Hydrated and take care of yourselves and each other! Try not to push yourself to hard and remember to take breaks - autumn will be here before you know it!

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

Another drawback of a 96F day: making pie dough might not go well

I’ve been picking the cherries at Mom’s house for over a week, and I finally have enough to make a small pie. The cherries are very small, but a super strong flavor, so I know it will be yummy. Anything we make with them always has been.

After a week in the fridge, some of those cherries really need to be used. Pitting them takes forever, and after they are pitted I like to go ahead and use them. With the day so hot, it seemed a good time to stay in a bit with the air conditioner for once.

Trouble is, the day is so hot the AC is struggling and I am hot natured. The work space in the kitchen is literally five feet from the AC, but it was still literally warm enough I was streaming with sweat.

Making pie dough involves cutting in butter to the flour, with a major trick to success involving the butter being very cold so it doesn’t just melt. Flakey pie crusts need little teeny bits of butter in the dough, not a completely melded dough.* Ice water, cold butter, don’t let it get too warm while making it, and refrigerate it at least an hour before using…. Not easy in a hot house!

I’m chilling the flour in the fridge before I start while I do outdoor stuff, but I dunno if it will make any difference.

How did folks manage summer pies back in the days, especially in places like here in the south where it gets really hot, before AC?

Not that it matters too much. I am the only one eating the pie after all. Never having anyone to share food with does take to pressure off cooking! LOL

*I’m not sure how to describe it. It really isn’t complicated, but my brain is tired today. Making a pie crust is soooo easy, and tastes a thousand times better than store bought, that I stopped buying them as soon as discovered they were so easy to make.

[samsungsmartplaza]

Best Samsung Refrigerators in India - ABM Groups

Are you Summer-Ready? With profuse sweating in summer, a glass of chilled water can relax you and give you some refreshing energy. Well, there are more to these summer refreshments that you can add to your refrigerator or freezer, right from hydrating chilled juices to healthy fruit salads. The list of summer refreshments is endless. But, to make the most out of these chilled refreshments, you need to be summer-ready with the best refrigerator. It's time to grab the best Samsung refrigerators in India because your kitchen also needs a modern and efficient companion. 

Moreover, eating healthy fruits and veggies is the need of the hour. Let us not forget the seasonal variation that brings on changes in food quality due to varying temperatures. Bring home the best Samsung refrigerators for healthy food on-the-go and around the clock. 

Best 9 Samsung Refrigerators in India

Here is a quick reckoner on some of the coolest latest Samsung air conditioners in India which you can opt for. 

Samsung 198L 5-star Direct Cool Single Door Refrigerator Paradise Bloom Purple 

Key benefits 

198 L single-door refrigerator from Samsung 

Suited for 2-4 people

Innovative curved door design offers additional capacity for 6 liters with greater convenience 

The premium veg box keeps veggies fresh for up to 15 days 

Digital inverter technology helps reduce power consumption, making energy-efficient 

Energy efficiency rating 5-star 

Samsung 198L 3-star Direct Cool Single Door Refrigerator 

Key benefits 

Specialized Digi-Touch control panel for better operations with simple and quick touches 

Digital inverter technology for energy-efficient manner 

Stabilizer-free operation 

Toughened and strong glass shelves to store foods and veggies 

Energy efficiency rating 3-star 

Samsung 253L 2-star Frost Free Double Door Refrigerator Elegant Inox 

Key benefits 

Comprehensive cooling system for circulation of cool and fresh air 

Moist fresh zone to maintain humidity levels for vegetable 

Smart connect inverter technology to switch over to energy-saving mode  

Energy-saving mode especially in emergency issues such as power cut

Energy efficiency rating 2-star 

Samsung 192L 3-star Direct Cool Single Door Refrigerator 

Key benefits

Toughened glass shelves 

High storage capacity 

Anti-fungal gasket to keep food hygienic 

Energy efficiency rating 3-star 

Samsung 314L 3-star Frost Free Double Refrigerator Luxe Black 

Key benefits 

5-in-1 convertible feature 

Allows you to choose the appropriate cooling mode for food to maintain healthy food

Ideal for a nuclear family of 4 

Twin Cooling Plus Technology to maintain the right temperature 

Power-free feature to make ice within minutes 

Energy efficiency rating 3-star 

Samsung 198L  4-star Direct Cool Single Door Refrigerator Pebble Blue 

Key benefits 

Fits every modern kitchen with a door design

Vegetable box to maintain ideal temperature and humidity levels 

Digital Inverter Technology ensures 50% less consumption to help save on bills 

Energy Efficiency Rating -4 star 

Samsung 253L  2-star Frost Free Double Door Refrigerator Elegant Inox 

Key benefits 

Quick cooling on demand with Powercool, and Power Freeze

All round cooling effect to keep air circulating in every corner 

Curd Maestro feature for making curd quickly healthy and without hassles 

Convertible refrigerator with additional storage 

Energy efficiency -2 star 

Samsung 551L 2 Star Frost Free Double Door Refrigerator Grey 

Key benefits 

Digital inverter technology 

Automated compressor speed change to meet refrigeration demands 

Cooling Plus feature to maintain the ideal environment for your fruits and veggies 

Digital LED display panel to control temperature inside the fridge 

Slide and fold shelves to offer a better experience and conserve space

Samsung 579L Frost Free French Door Refrigerator Black Doi 

Key benefits 

Twin Cooling Plus technology 

Integrated water dispenser for cool hygienic water 

Ultimate flexibility to convert the freezer into a refrigerator for better storage 

Power Freeze Feature for powerful refrigeration.

Energy efficiency rating 5-star 

Wondering which one is the best refrigerator to choose? Well, it's time to reach out to one of the experts at ABM Group who will walk you through various parameters to help you round up the best Samsung refrigerator in India.

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In conclusion, our all-in-one repairing services cater to all your home appliance and electronic repair needs. With a team of skilled technicians and a commitment to prompt and efficient service, we strive to ensure that your home appliances are back in working order in no time. Don't let appliance issues disrupt your daily life – trust Khalid Eagle Repairing for reliable and affordable repairing services.

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Home Appliance Repair and Service in Bangalore: Keeping Your Household Running Smoothly

Modern life is heavily reliant on home appliances. From refrigerators that keep our food fresh to washing machines that tackle our laundry, these appliances play a crucial role in our daily routines. However, when one of these appliances breaks down, it can disrupt our lives and routines. That’s where home appliance repair and service in Bangalore play important role make the thing running smoothly.

The Importance of Home Appliance Repair and Service

Home appliances are essential for our comfort and convenience, but they can also be a significant investment. When one of these appliances malfunctions, it’s often more cost-effective to repair it than to replace it. That’s where professional appliance repair services in Bangalore come in.

Here’s why opting for professional repair and service makes sense:

Cost-Effective Solutions: Repairing a malfunctioning appliance is usually more economical than buying a new one. Skilled technicians can diagnose the issue, replace faulty parts, and have your appliance up and running again.

Expertise and Knowledge: Professional technicians have the training and expertise to work on a variety of home appliances. They can quickly identify the problem and provide an effective solution.

Safety: Attempting to repair an appliance yourself can be dangerous, especially if it involves electrical or gas components. Professional technicians follow safety protocols to ensure repairs are done safely.

Extended Appliance Lifespan: Regular maintenance and timely repairs can extend the lifespan of your appliances, providing better value for your investment.

Common Home Appliances That Require Repair and Service

Refrigerators: Issues like temperature fluctuations, water leaks, or unusual noises can indicate problems with your fridge. Prompt repair can prevent food spoilage and save you money.

Washing Machines: Problems with water drainage, spin cycles, or unusual vibrations are common in washing machines. Timely service can keep your laundry routine on track.

Gas Stove: Malfunctioning gas stove or stovetops can disrupt meal preparation. Technicians can fix issues like temperature inaccuracies or faulty burners.

Geyser: If your geyser isn’t working effectively or is leaking, it’s time for a service. A well-maintained geyser ensures hygienic and efficient water heating.

Air Conditioners: Bangalore’s climate makes air conditioners essential. Regular servicing ensures they operate efficiently, keeping your home cool.

Choosing the Right Appliance Repair Service in Bangalore

When selecting a home appliance repair service, consider the following factors:

Experience and Reputation: Look for a company with a good track record and positive customer reviews.

Certified Technicians: Ensure that the technicians are qualified and certified to work on your specific appliance brand.

Warranty: Reputable repair services offer warranties on their work, providing peace of mind.

Prompt Service: Choose a service that offers timely appointments and quick turnarounds.

Transparent Pricing: A reliable service will provide transparent pricing with no hidden fees.

Summary

Inconclusion, home appliance repair and service in Bangalore are essential for maintaining the functionality and longevity of your appliances. With professional assistance just a call away, you can keep your household running smoothly and efficiently.

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#5

Shower

Steve Rogers x You (Reader)

Warning: Swearing

College AU, Friends to Lovers, Pure Fluff

Summary: You want, no, need to shower, while waiting for Steve, your best friend.

One peek out of the window, and you squint because of the blazing sun. You have never experienced a scorching summer before, but apparently this year someone or something definitely launched ten sun-beam amplifiers to melt down the entire city. You have lived in this damn city for about two dozen years, yet this seems to be the hottest day in your life, if not tomorrow.

Not seeing a living soul by that peek, you decide to turn on the fan and wait.

You are waiting for Steve Fucking Rogers, that little shit that promised to come and fetch some homemade bakery fifteen minutes ago (as per his mother, Sarah’s request and his personal guarantee). And you were supposed to jump in a quick shower ten minutes ago.

Your house, like any other house on this street, didn’t install an air conditioner, which means you have to open all windows to cool down in the summer.

How very convenient that heat waves are blasting into your house, especially today. You are feeling icky and sticky, and above all, grumpy. Mom’s not home, that’s why you can’t jump into the shower right this moment since Steve’s coming over any second now.

HE PROMISED TO COME FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO!!!

And you are still waiting.

Steve Rogers may be your best male friend. Hell, he and Bucky both. But you are sure that you will rip both their heads off if any one of them stands in the way between you and your shower.

God, you really need that shower.

You turn the fan to the highest setting, only to frustratingly find the air slightly cooler than before. Just slightly.

Droplets of sweat dampen your forehead, some gather by your neckline. You tie your hair up as much as possible to prevent more sweat trickling down your spine - which it already is and soaking your oversized T-shirt. You didn’t even bother with a pair of shorts (damn weather) and go with your panties. You know that sweat is accumulating between your thighs and shorts would only worsen the situation.

For Christ’s sake, Steve lives fucking next door, how long will it fucking take for him to crawl under the sun and get here? You grumble under your breath and head to the kitchen for a popsicle.

Your mom and you share the same kind of sweet tooth, so you easily find the popsicle stash she prepared for this summer from the fridge. As you pop it in your mouth and half-minded wipe your wet hand on the kitchen cloth, a series of loud and impatient knocks come from the front door.

“Coming!” You yell, groaning at the sweet and icy touch that left your tongue.

You rush to the door and open it. Standing there is none other than Steve Fucking Rogers, freshly showered (duh, you can tell, or why else is his hair smell like fresh shampoo), wearing a vest and a pair of shorts.

Jerk.

“Hey, I’m here for the ... uh, bakery.” Steve scratches the back of his head.

You roll your eyes at him: "Hi Steve, nice to meet you too.” Even so, you lean against the door frame to let him in. He might be a jerk, but he doesn’t have to wait outside as a punishment. Speaking of the devil himself may have come to New York and burned it with hellfire. ‘Cause that’s the temperature outside.

Steve let out a big smile, smacking a kiss on your forehead before going in: ”Thanks, you’re the best.”

You close the door behind him and gesture your hand towards the bakery. Your other hand is busy shoving the popsicle back into your mouth.

“I thought your mom was here.” He throws himself on the couch, enjoying most of the fan, “She not around?”

You hum and shake your head. The iced pieces make it hard to speak, so you point to the door briefly: “She Out. Why?”

“Nothin’.” He muttered. His eyes light up on seeing you with that popsicle.

“Why staring?” You pronounce the two words with some difficulty.

He blinks, and then: ”Can I have one?”

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157 条热度——发布于 2022年10月23日

#4

Mr. & Mrs. Levinson

Ari Levinson x Original Female Character (Anna)

Warning: Angst and Smut, Eventual Smut, Graphic Depiction of Violence, Domestic Violence (sort of), Cursing, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex.

A fusion of Mr. & Mrs. Smith.

Word count: 11k.

Summary: Being enemies saved their marriage.

3 p.m.

"How long have you been married?"

"Six years." "Seven years." They said at the same time, not forgetting to glance at each other when they heard the other's answer.

"Six or seven years." Ari chose what he thought was a compromising answer and cleared his throat, "Actually, we've been married for so long that this is just a routine checkup, you know? Similar to changing the oil, parts, or whatever for an airplane."

The marriage therapist kept his unchanging smile, gazing at the man as strong as a bear - and as hairy as a bear - and the petite woman beside him, "Sure, so let's pop the hood." He flipped open the notepad for his records and wrote something on it, "Let's start with the basics. How would you rate your marriage on a scale of one to ten?"

"Eight." "Uh, is ten is the highest score or...?"

Ari frowned and looked at his wife, who had been with him for six or seven years, sitting by his side: "He said one to ten, honey."

Anna leaned unhurriedly on the couch pillows, the very direction away from Ari: "I was just making sure. Don’t want to give the wrong answer, sweetheart."

The therapist cap the pen and snapped both of them back to attention, "That's okay, let's try again. Ten is the highest score. Are you ready? Three, two, one..."

"Eight." They both answered in unison.

"How is your sex life?" The therapist asked the next question.

Anna rubbed her fingers at the tip of her curly hair and paused for a moment upon hearing the question, "I'm sorry, is this a one to ten question or...?"

The therapist explained, "Just this week, how is your sex life? Oh, and feel free to rate it or just say how you feel about it."

Ari and Anna were uncharacteristically silent.

"Including weekends?" Ari asked, his furrowed brow not loosening.

"Including weekends."

Anna nodded thoughtfully.

They didn’t have sex this week. Neither did they last week. Nor did the week before.

How is one supposed to rate something non-existent?

She tried to remember the last time they'd had sex, which was about a month ago, and they'd both been drinking a little. She remembered they stopped midway. Why did they stop midway?

She remembered that she had gone to the training room to practice boxing before that and accidentally bruised her rear end. She asked him to turn off the lights in between kisses, and he thought it was no big deal, it wasn't like they hadn't seen each other naked. In the end, a simple question of turning off the lights made them break up the kiss and lose the passion to continue.

Ari always ripped orgasms after orgasms from her. It was all about passion and crude rough sex and it was fun.

It was.

Until the passion faded. And he lost his interest over a little question whether to turn off the lights.

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161 条热度——发布于 2022年10月22日

#3

Overstimulation Drabble

Ari Levinson x Original Female Character (She), from Bodyguard AU

Warning: MINORS DNI, rough sex, vaginal sex, overstimulation, pussy slapping, dummification, pet names (princess, kitten, baby, etc.), DD/LG vibe, Light dom/sub. Did I say bondage(?

Word count:~600

“You know what I think?” Ari slapped his dick on her puffy folds, eliciting a moan from her mouth, “I think you parade around all day, bossing everyone around, saying you don’t like being told what to do.” His cock poked at her entrance, sinking inch by inch. She withered under his touch, but his large hands on her thighs put her firmly in place.

“I think you like the exact opposite.” Ari finished his sentence with a dark grin, his heavy organ fully seated in her snuggling heat.

She pulled her wrists, too bad unsuccessful, as they were being tied to the headboard. The complicated knot showed no sign of loosening. “Can’t – not again.” She choked, teary eyes losing focus as pleasure took over her body.

Ari withdrew his dick slowly, savoring every second of her tight pussy. His hands an iron grip on her thighs, when he suddenly forced one of her ankles on his shoulders.

His dick twitched in excitement.

“I think you like exactly being told what to do.”

Oh he was far from done with her.

A hard thrust had her screaming out. Her voice broken and hoarse, her breath ragged. Her pussy so sensitive, it couldn’t take any more assault. But her body betrayed her. Her body clenching down on him like he was home. Her body cried out to him. Her body wanting to be claimed.

“Princess, by the time I’m done with you, you will be cumming so many times that your pretty pussy learns to follow orders.” Ari bottomed out. The new position had him hitting different spots in her channel. His hand lands repetitively on her throbbing clit, slapping her sensitive folds, each smack rubbing more juice on his palm.

She screamed. She struggled. She arched her waist from his ruthless abuse.

“Too much.” She whimpered, head striking the pillows underneath when her words earned her another slap.

Ari fiddled with her swollen button, keeping his thrusting at a slow and steady pace, the tip kissing her cervix each time.

Her clit was numb. When she couldn’t recognize his toying with her clit, she would receive a slap, waking her bundle of nerve, when she would cry out. Her clit was sensitive, even a single touch felt like fire. Fire swallowed her senses, fire burned through her skin, fire squeezing her abdomen. She was cumming again.

Ari laughed cruelly, speeding up his thrusts, driving her to the edge. His smacks and toying never stopped. She wanted to close her legs, she wanted to end the painful orgasm. She wanted him to leave her spent body alone. But all she could manage was a pathetic little mewl.

“C’mon kitten, haven’t told you to cum.” He tutted, as if she was disappointing him, “hold back till Daddy tells you to, hmm?”

She shook her head lightly. She couldn’t. Her body was no longer her own. He controlled it. He controlled her.

Ari wasn’t pleased. Not the slightest.

He sighed.

He sheathed himself inside her pussy again, kissing her calf and knee. His beard scratched her skin, but she didn’t notice that anymore. “Fucked dumb already? Stupid baby doesn’t say no to Daddy, 'kay? Guess we have to train on that the next time.” His voice dripped with affection and softness, as he pulled himself close to kiss her on the lips, “good job cumming. Now, Daddy will train you to cum again. This time, slutty baby has to follow orders. Or Daddy has to make you cum a couple more times to remember?”

171 条热度——发布于 2022年11月22日

#2

The Banquet

Chris Evans x You (Reader)

Warning: Smut, 18+, Semi-public Sex, Vaginal Sex, Sex in Bathroom

Summary:

Banquets are always boring. You are certain of it. However, your boyfriend sitting next to you certainly makes things better. For today, you have some soup for appetizer, salmon for main course, and a quickie in the bathroom for fun.

Banquets are always boring. You are certain of it.

Certain of the fact that people would go to great lengths – neither eating nor drinking – so that their pictures won’t be hideous. Certain of the fact that the food never suiting your taste. Certain of the fact that they always exchange fake smiles, fake laughs, and fake sincerity while making a toast.

However, your boyfriend sitting next to you certainly makes things better.

Chris would shield you from cameras, secretly share his opinions regarding food, and provide you with little escapades to divert your attention.

Well, escapade might have been a strong word. But you will still call them escapades when he finds a dark corner to fuck you real quick.

For today, you have some soup for appetizer, salmon for main course, and a quickie in the bathroom for fun.

You were waiting for dessert when Chris drew a cross on your thigh, meaning you are going to excuse yourself from the table and he will catch up in a minute.

Bathroom. That’s where you are going. You went to the bathroom right before the banquet began. Not only is it a ten-minute walk away from the tables, but also it is hidden in a corner between halls, making your appearances in the same bathroom less detectable. A bonus point being there’s no camera pointing at the bathroom.

You are about to step into the lady’s room when a faint scent of your favorite cologne hits your nose. A solid chest crushes your shoulder.

“Sorry, but I think you are heading the wrong way.” The familiar voice whispers by your ear, and you almost laugh because your favorite person sneaks an arm around your waist. Chris Evans, THE Captain America, plans to fuck you in the bathroom. The media will go nuts trying to get their hands on this piece of dirt.

You almost purr at his words, turning your most seductive voice on, “but Sir, I’m waiting for my boyfriend. Have you met him?” You turn to meet his blue eyes with a speck of green in them, “he’s six foot tall,” your hand traces his arm and shoulder, feeling his muscles flex under your touch, and stopping at the base of his neck, “has a glorious beard,” you pull yourself close, nearly whispering the final sentence, “and awfully hot.”

The corner of his mouth twitches in amusement. He dips his head to steal a kiss from you.

“Glorious, huh? I thought you like me clean-shaven.” Chris mutters within an inch of your lips, “wait here for me will ya?”

He takes a second to stride inside the male’s room. Luckily, there’s no one inside. Chris grabs you by your wrist and you stumble into a stall with the door closed behind you.

“This dress is a fuckin’ tease.” He growls, pressing wet hot kisses on the thin line above your breasts. “Wanna fuck you since I saw you.”

You let out a breathy moan in response. You have been doing quickies way too many times than you should, and he knows exactly how to turn you on.

He bends you over, your back arching, grinding on his hard erection.

“Can’t wait.” You whisper.

Your blue dress splits mid-thigh, giving him the perfect opportunity to finger your pussy. You know right that second that he’s going to be awe-struck by something he totally didn’t expect: what you put under your dress.

“Fuck.” He hisses by your ear, “A thong?”

In your defense, you have to. Otherwise, the tight dress will display your pantie line, and that is not some view you want others to see. But you are smart enough to rile him up just a little bit more.

“Thought it’d be convenient for you to fu-” Your sentence is cut off, as he shoves two fingers between your pussy lips and strums your clit in a fast and painful rhythm. He did not bother to take off your thong, only snapping the string – let’s face it, that thing between your thighs is quite literally a string – to the side. You simply cannot speak; your voice contorts into an audible moan. Your core tightens, threatening to snap at any second. Your poor bundle of nerves is set on fire with his skilled fingers. He toys you without mercy, and palms your ass with his other hand, spanking you till you’re red and sore.

The bathroom door flings open. Sounds of leather shoes clacking come rustling in. If you are clear-headed, you can make out two men come to use the bathroom. But you are knee-deep in pleasure and pain that you missed the sound other than your blood soaring through your ears.

“We’ve got company, babe.” Chris pulls down his zipper, his bulbous head teasing your soaking entrance. He puffs out a hot breath, his beard cutting into your sensitive skin, “better be quiet.”

One hand resting on your belly, the other holding on to your waist, Chris slams you back onto his painfully hard dick.

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277 条热度——发布于 2022年10月21日

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You Had Me Before Hello

Ari Levinson x You / Reader

Warning: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Alternate Universe - College / University, Age Difference, Size Difference, Swearing, Public Sex, Beards (Facial Hair), Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Dirty Talk, degradation if you squint, Pussy Spanking, Light Dom/sub tones, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Ari Levinson is being Meanie

Word count: 4k + Bonus~600

Summary: You are a new student on campus, and you meet a handsome librarian.

It is your first day as a freshman.

In a university. In a foreign country, no less.

You settled in your dormitory yesterday at noon, and you received notice this morning that you need a colored copy of your passport to register for your semester today.

You had your copies of your passport, yes, but all in black and white, instead of the colored version.

You had to rush to the Main Library, which, by the way, is twenty minutes away from your place of residence, and hopefully make it in time for your registration appointment with the student center.

Making sense of the signs in a foreign language is hard enough, you groan more when you actually step inside the main library.

People. Everywhere. A lot of them. Chatting or questioning or answering.

Some of them wearing bright color T-shirts, stating that they are volunteers or staff of the library, helping freshmen. As far as you can see, all of them are occupied with freshmen.

Plural.

Like, at least three or four students surrounding one staff or one volunteer.

You bite your lip and observe the first floor, not wanting to bother them.

Lucky enough for you, the library doesn’t require a student card (another card you need to collect when registering for your semester, God knows how many cards and papers have traveled to your hand within less than 24 hours) to get in. You slip through the crowd quietly, noticing the bold letters in a far corner of the first floor that say PRINTING, not in English, of course, but you know that word.

It is a little relief that the printing corner is less crowded. You huff out a breath, reading the instruction to printing that is taped to the wall.

You chew on your lip anxiously when you try to understand the instructions in the local language. To be fairly honest, you regret instantly not attending a university in your home country.

Where you can read and understand fucking printing instructions.

You don’t want a helping hand. You don’t need a helping hand. You are perfectly fine working out your shit in the last few years of your life. And you have to choose a foreign land to continue your studies.

Fucking brilliant.

You turn your head, sighing that you need someone to help you after all.

All of them seem so busy, either talking to another person that you really don’t want to interrupt, or managing their own business on their laptops and phones.

Except for one man.

He isn’t looking at his phone, his laptop, or any electronic devices. He holds his arm, with biceps big enough to strangle an ox. Or maybe three. At once. The man has a scruffy beard and slightly long hair like a lumberjack. He is also incredibly tall like a lumberjack, possibly 6ft8 or 6ft9. He wears a crappy purple T-shirt, meaning that he is also one of the staff.

You walk up to him carefully, mentally prepare yourself for an upcoming conversation, and inhale deeply to calm your nerves.

His freaking musky and woody cologne does NOT help.

In fact, it nearly melts your knees and have you trip on yourself right in front of him.

He is so frigging tall; you have to crane your neck to meet his eyes.

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Noida's Home Appliance Saviors: AC, RO, and Fridge Repair Services

Noida, a bustling city in the National Capital Region (NCR), is no stranger to scorching summers, water quality concerns, and the need for refrigeration to keep food fresh. In this fast-paced urban landscape, home appliances like air conditioners (ACs), reverse osmosis (RO) water purifiers, fridges, and refrigerators are lifelines that keep homes comfortable and families healthy. However, what happens when these essential appliances break down? This is where Noida's home appliance saviors come into play: AC repair services in Noida, RO service in Noida, and fridge repair in Noida. In this comprehensive blog, we will explore the vital role these services play in the lives of Noida residents and why choosing the right service provider matters.

AC Repair Service in Noida: Staying Cool in the Summer Heat

The scorching summer temperatures in Noida can be relentless, often exceeding 40°C. To combat the heat, air conditioners have become a necessity rather than a luxury. However, like any other appliance, ACs are prone to wear and tear, especially with prolonged use. This is where AC repair service in Noida steps in.

The Importance of AC Repair Service in Noida

AC repair service in Noida is not just about fixing a malfunctioning unit; it's about ensuring comfort, health, and savings for residents. Here's why AC repair in Noida is so crucial:

Enhanced Efficiency: Noida's climate can be harsh on AC units, leading to reduced efficiency. AC repair services can clean, optimize, and fix issues, ensuring your unit operates efficiently, saving on energy bills.

Cost Savings: Regular maintenance and minor repairs can prevent costly emergencies. Ignoring problems can lead to more significant issues that require expensive repairs or even unit replacement.

Extended Lifespan: Proper maintenance through professional AC repair services can significantly extend the lifespan of your unit, protecting your investment.

Improved Air Quality: Clean and well-maintained AC units contribute to better indoor air quality, reducing the risk of respiratory issues.

Environmental Responsibility: Efficient AC units consume less energy, reducing your carbon footprint and contributing to a more sustainable future.

RO Repair in Noida: Ensuring Clean Water for Your Family

Access to clean and safe drinking water is essential for every household. However, Noida's water quality can be a concern due to contamination, high TDS levels, and other impurities. RO water purifiers have emerged as a solution, but they too require maintenance and repairs.

The Significance of RO Repair in Noida

RO repair in Noida is not just about fixing a malfunctioning purifier; it's about safeguarding your family's health. Here's why RO repair in Noida matters:

Contaminant Removal: RO purifiers effectively remove harmful contaminants like heavy metals, bacteria, and viruses, ensuring safe drinking water.

TDS Reduction: Noida's water often has a high TDS level, resulting in poor taste. RO systems reduce TDS levels, improving water quality.

Better Taste and Odor: RO purifiers eliminate unpleasant tastes and odors, making water more palatable.

Health Benefits: Access to clean drinking water through RO purifiers helps prevent waterborne diseases, ensuring your family's well-being.

Fridge Repair in Noida: Keeping Food Fresh

Refrigerators and fridges are indispensable for preserving food, especially in a city where daily life is fast-paced. A malfunctioning fridge can lead to food spoilage and inconvenience.

The Role of Fridge Repair in Noida

Fridge repair in Noida is not just about convenience; it's about reducing food wastage and maintaining a healthy lifestyle. Here's why fridge repair in Noida is vital:

Preventing Food Wastage: A malfunctioning fridge can lead to food spoilage, resulting in monetary losses and environmental impact.

Health and Hygiene: A well-maintained fridge ensures that food remains at safe temperatures, reducing the risk of foodborne illnesses.

Energy Efficiency: Fridge repair services can fix issues that cause your appliance to consume more energy than necessary, helping you save on electricity bills.

Refrigerator Repair in Noida: Safeguarding Your Kitchen

Refrigerators are the heart of the kitchen, storing perishables, condiments, and leftovers. When a refrigerator fails, it can disrupt daily life and result in significant inconveniences.

The Value of Refrigerator Repair in Noida

Refrigerator repair in Noida ensures that your kitchen remains functional, food remains fresh, and daily life runs smoothly. Here's why refrigerator repair in Noida is essential:

Preserving Food: A functional refrigerator keeps food fresh, reducing food wastage and saving money.

Convenience: Refrigerators play a central role in meal preparation. A malfunctioning unit can disrupt your daily routine.

Economic Sense: Repairing a refrigerator is often more cost-effective than purchasing a new one.

Choosing the Right Home Appliance Repair Service

Whether you need AC, RO, fridge, or refrigerator repair services in Noida, selecting the right service provider is crucial. Here are some tips to guide your decision:

Credentials and Licensing: Ensure that the technicians are certified and licensed to perform appliance repairs in Noida.

Experience: Look for companies with a history of providing quality service in the area and handling various brands and models.

Customer Reviews: Reading online reviews and seeking recommendations from friends and family can help you gauge the quality of service provided by a repair company.

Transparency: Choose a service provider that provides transparent pricing, clear estimates, and warranty information.

Emergency Services: In case of unexpected breakdowns, opt for a company that offers 24/7 emergency repair services.

In the fast-paced urban landscape of Noida, home appliances like ACs, RO water purifiers, fridges, and refrigerators are lifelines that keep homes comfortable, families healthy, and daily life running smoothly. However, when these appliances malfunction, it can disrupt daily routines and even pose health risks.

AC repair service in Noida, RO repair in Noida, and fridge and refrigerator repair in Noida play vital roles in ensuring that these essential appliances continue to serve residents effectively. By choosing the right repair service provider, residents can not only save on costs but also enjoy the peace of mind that comes from knowing that their home appliances are in the hands of experts.

So, the next time your AC isn't cooling, your RO purifier is underperforming, or your fridge and refrigerator are acting up, remember that Noida's home appliance saviors are just a call away, ready to restore comfort, health, and convenience to your home.

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Corner Hiyori apartment for rent

If you’re looking for a Corner Hiyori apartment for rent in Danang with various amenities, let’s explore the information below together with NamiReal Properties.

Hiyori apartment Da Nang is a Japanese building in Da Nang city. If you are looking for an apartment to stay long term in Da Nang, Hiyori apartment for rent is the ideal place that offers you an good location, cheap price, modern design, and river view apartment in Da Nang.

Feature in Hiyori da nang

This building has 28 floors, from 3th to 27th are two bedroom apartments and 28th is three bedroom so clients can have many choices on high floor. It has 3 types of sizes, 63m2 is the normal apartment. 66m2 is the corner room that is 1,6,7,12 number, number 09 is also 66m2. And the biggest size is number 04, 70m2. The corner apartment is large 66m2 with two views, you can see the city and Han River or the beach. It has a bathtub in the corner apartment, and some have ovens, at the corner room will make you guys feel stay in 5-star hotel because of the view and luxury furnishing.

Corner Hiyori apartment for rent

Furniture

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Air-conditioner

Smoke detector

Fire extinguisherExhaust fan

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Dryer

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Fridge

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TV

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Building utilities

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Kids swimming pool

Fitness Room

ATM

Reception

Security guard 24/7

Good location

Hiyori stands out in Da Nang as a luxury apartment with high-standard residences, located on Vo Van Kiet street this is the main street that connects the airport, the center to Da Nang beach. Just 5 minutes walk to the beach.

Hiyori apartment for rent at cheap price

Always brings to customers a reasonable price with high value. The developer and management board are Japanese. The apartment has Japanese design and high-quality equipment. The management board always takes care of the apartment and ensure the whole building operates smoothly that’s why many expats choose Hiyori Da Nang for staying long time.

Han River view and Sea view

In North direction, residents can view Han River, Son Tra moutain and beach as well. South direction also can see Han River, My Khe and especially Marble moutain view. If clients want to rent Hiyori apartment in the North, you can see the sunset every day, it’s super amazing and romantic, North view is so nice in the evening, Han River is so stunning at night.

See more: List of apartments for rent near the Han River in Da Nang.

Facilities in Hiyori

Residences can use gym and swimming pool as free. They have reception and security guard 24 hours. When you guys are staying in Hiyori, if you have any problems with equipment, water, electricity or AC…, the technician team will come and fix it immediately.