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Lloyd TruSlim 8.0 Kg Fully Automatic Front Load Washing Machine – Compact & Efficient

Upgrade your laundry experience with the Lloyd TruSlim 8.0 Kg Fully Automatic Front Load Washing Machine. Featuring a space-saving design, advanced wash programs, and energy efficiency, it ensures superior cleaning performance. Buy now for a hassle-free wash every time!

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accidentally unfollowed u trying to send an ask i'm soso sorry T-T but also people who rely on chatgpt for uni are so incomprehensible to me partially because i took a quick college course last year to get into my job, social care, and like can you imagine having a carer or smth who didn't know what they were doing because they cheated the entire time they were learning??? but also like you're in an academic setting they're gonna have shit in place to notice plagiarism and they take that so seriously lmao. AI bros are annoying as fuck

Dw bro but SO REALLLL LIKE. I watched the main person I was bitching about for a while and they're a business student who was using chatgpt to pass a sociology test or something 😰😰 NOT a good sign for the businesses of tomorrow

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Samsung 9.0Kg Fully Automatic Front Load Washing Machine: A Review

The Samsung 9.0Kg Fully Automatic Front Load Washing Machine (WW90DG6U24AXTL) is a high-end appliance designed to deliver exceptional washing performance with a focus on convenience and efficiency. This front-load washer boasts innovative features like AI control and powerful cleaning technology to make laundry day a breeze.

Key Features:

9.0Kg Capacity: Handles large loads with ease, perfect for families or those who frequently wash bulky items.

AI Control: The AI Control system intelligently optimizes wash cycles based on fabric type, load size, and soil level for optimal cleaning results.

EcoBubble Technology: Creates detergent bubbles that penetrate fabrics quickly and effectively, allowing for thorough cleaning even in cold water.

SuperSpeed Wash: This feature allows you to wash a full load of laundry in just 39 minutes, saving you valuable time.

Hygiene Steam: Eliminates 99.9% of bacteria and allergens with powerful steam, ensuring hygienic and fresh laundry.

Digital Inverter Motor: Provides powerful and quiet operation with enhanced durability.

AddWash Door: Allows you to conveniently add forgotten items even after the wash cycle has started.

Benefits:

Convenience: AI Control and SuperSpeed Wash save you time and effort.

Efficiency: EcoBubble technology and energy-efficient motor help you save on energy costs.

Hygiene: Hygiene Steam ensures hygienic and allergen-free laundry.

Durability: Digital Inverter Motor provides long-lasting performance and quiet operation.

Convenience: AddWash door enhances the convenience of the washing process.

Conclusion:

The Samsung 9.0Kg Fully Automatic Front Load Washing Machine (WW90DG6U24AXTL) is a premium appliance that offers a combination of powerful cleaning, advanced technology, and user-friendly features. Its AI Control, EcoBubble technology, and SuperSpeed Wash make it a standout choice for those seeking a high-performance and convenient washing solution. Shop at Poorvika for the Best offers!

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Enhance Your Laundry Experience: The Definitive Guide to Washing Machine Stands

Enhance Your Laundry Experience: The Definitive Guide to Washing Machine Stands Headings: Introduction Benefits of Using a Washing Machine Stand Types of Washing Machine Stands Factors to Consider When Choosing a Stand Top 5 Washing Machine Stands Reviewed Conclusion Content: Are you frustrated with a disorganized laundry room or a washing machine that’s hard to reach? A washing machine…

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Laundry Day Liberation: Top Load Automatics with Inverter Technology

Remember the days of clunky agitators, inefficient cycles, and endless adjustments on laundry day?  Those struggles are a thing of the past.  Top load automatic washing machines with inverter technology are revolutionizing laundry care, offering a powerful clean that's gentle on clothes and kind to your wallet.

The Best of Both Worlds: Top Load Convenience with Automatic Power

Top load automatic washing machines combine the familiar ease of use associated with traditional top loaders with the power of automation.  Simply toss in your laundry, add detergent, and select a cycle.  Unlike their basic counterparts, these machines handle the entire washing process automatically, from water filling to agitation and spinning.  This frees you from manual adjustments and ensures optimal cleaning for every load, regardless of your laundry expertise.

The Inverter Advantage: A Technological Leap

The magic behind these machines lies in their inverter motors.  Unlike conventional motors with fixed speeds, inverters adjust their speed and power based on the wash cycle.  This translates into several benefits that elevate your laundry experience:

Superior Cleaning: Precise speed control allows for a more thorough clean, even on delicate fabrics. Inverter technology ensures your clothes get the perfect level of agitation without damaging them.

Peaceful Laundry Days: Inverter motors operate much quieter than traditional motors. Say goodbye to the disruptive roar of laundry cycles and hello to a more peaceful home environment.

Built to Last: With fewer moving parts and smoother operation, inverter motors offer increased lifespan compared to conventional motors. This translates to a more durable and reliable washing machine, saving you money on replacements in the long run.

Energy Efficiency Champion: Inverters utilize less energy to achieve the same cleaning power as conventional motors. This translates to lower electricity bills and a more eco-friendly laundry routine.

Beyond the Essentials: Features for Every Need

Many top load automatic inverter washing machines go beyond the basics, offering additional features to cater to various laundry needs.  These may include:

Multiple Wash Cycles: Choose from a variety of cycles designed for different fabric types, ensuring optimal care for delicates, heavy-duty items, or sportswear.

Steam Sanitization: For an extra layer of clean, some machines offer a steam function that eliminates bacteria and allergens, perfect for baby clothes or heavily soiled items.

Built-in Water Sensors: These sensors prevent overflows, protecting your laundry room and saving you from potential water damage.

The Final Spin: A Winning Laundry Solution

Top load automatic washing machines with inverter technology offer a winning combination of convenience, efficiency, and gentle cleaning.  Whether you're a busy family managing mountains of laundry or a single person seeking an upgrade from your traditional washer, these machines deliver a superior laundry experience.  Embrace a more efficient and peaceful laundry routine, and spend less time wrestling with your washing machine and more time doing the things you love.

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Unleash a Deep Clean with the Godrej 7.0Kg Fully Automatic Front Load Washing Machine (WFEON ARG 7014 FEBDT)

Laundry day doesn't have to be a chore. Enter the Godrej 7.0Kg Fully Automatic Front Load Washing Machine (WFEON ARG 7014 FEBDT), a powerful and convenient appliance that promises efficient cleaning for your clothes. This blog dives into the features and functionalities of this machine, helping you decide if it's the perfect laundry companion for your needs.

Washing Powerhouse with Smart Touches:

7kg Capacity: Ideal for medium-sized families or individuals with frequent laundry needs.

Inverter Motor: Energy-efficient operation with a 10-year warranty for long-lasting performance.

15 Wash Programs: Choose from a variety of pre-programmed options for different fabric types and cleaning needs.

Aqua Energie Technology: Energizes water molecules for deeper penetration and better detergent dissolution, leading to cleaner clothes.

Steam Wash Functionality: Removes tough stains and allergens using the power of steam, even at low temperatures.

Child Lock: Ensures safety and prevents accidental program changes.

Delay Start Function: Schedule your washes to start at your preferred time, even when you're not home.

Hygiene and Care at the Forefront:

Hygiene/Anti-Allergen Program: Eliminates up to 99.99% of germs and allergens, ideal for families with young children or individuals with allergies.

Stainless Steel Drum: Hygienic and durable, resisting rust and corrosion.

Multiple Rinse Function: Ensures complete removal of detergent residue, leaving your clothes feeling fresh and soft.

Convenience and Sustainability:

LED Display: Easy-to-read display for clear program selection and monitoring.

Auto Balance System: Adjusts water distribution for even washing and reduced noise.

Auto Power Off: Turns off the machine automatically after a period of inactivity, saving energy.

The Godrej 7.0Kg Fully Automatic Front Load Washing Machine (WFEON ARG 7014 FEBDT) offers a compelling combination of cleaning power, smart features, and convenience. With its focus on hygiene, care, and sustainability, it's a strong contender for those seeking a reliable and efficient laundry solution. If you're looking for a machine that delivers excellent results while making laundry day a breeze, the Godrej WFEON ARG 7014 FEBDT is definitely worth considering. Visit Poorvika for the best offers.

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☆⠀⠀PARK.JONGSEONG — like the first !

long distance bf ! jongseong x gn ! reader ★ fluff. established relationship. idol au ★ 905 wc

warnings: jongseong is referred to as jay. ldr but not necessarily implied foreigner reader. brief eating mention. pda (not a lot JFHBHJF)

… (🌏) — ji’s computer … the first work i've written (from the start) since coming back from hiatus,,, this feels like a redebut /lhj

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YOU COULD BARELY SEE THROUGH THE TEARS LINING YOUR EYES.

your cheek was squished against his shoulder - arms tightly wrapped around you to keep you still as he takes in your presence fully. you can feel his chest rising and falling against your own; a foreign rhythm you can't wait to become accustomed to as your time with him begins.

though you knew you should probably care a bit more about the luggage case you haphazardly abandoned in favor of hugging your boyfriend in the airport, you can't find it within yourself to pull away enough to look to your feet to see if it's still there.

you let out a shaky sigh, the adrenaline you felt as your flight landed finally dissipating from your being as tiredness took over. only now, while you were in jay's arms, did you feel just how much your legs were aching - how sore your feet were and how you wished for nothing more than to lay down fully and rest, if possible.

before you could allow yourself to feel selfish for those desires meanwhile the very person your visiting stood in front of you, your boyfriend spoke up just loud enough for his voice to pierce through his black mask.

"how was the flight? oh my god, you're here..." he says, the disbelief evident in his tone as he loosens his arms just enough to see your face. you were sure the flight had made you look less put together for your arrival, but jay couldn't care less. he'd rather see you in this state all the time versus only see you through a screen. "are you hungry? we can go eat something if you are-"

"jay," you say, your voice course having not had to use it for some hours. his eyes light up, meeting yours before you can see the remnants of a smile bloom on his face from beneath the mask. hearing your voice through his speakers or earbuds could never compare to hearing it now, especially when you called his name so softly - he felt so incredibly lucky.

"i think i should rest a bit ... i'm sore from sitting for a while," you explain, the fog you felt between your ears making it difficult to articulate your exact thoughts. thankfully, jay understood loud and clear; his entire focus was on your voice, after all.

with a nod of his head, jay leans down to re-extend your luggage's handle, putting it back on its wheels before lifting your backpack straps from your shoulders. "i'll carry these, is that okay?" he asks gently, the subtle weight shift from the backpack already relieving the ache you had endured.

without needing a reply, jay lifts the bag from your shoulders, slinging it onto his own with ease before taking hold on your luggage with one hand, his free one reaching for your own.

"the van should be just outside," jay says, his smile visible as his eyes squint. you prepare yourself for the cold - bringing your vacant hand up to pull your coat tighter around yourself as you follow jay through the automatic doors.

the chill from outside wakes you up instantly, a short gasp escaping your lips as you powerwalk down the sidewalks outside the airport to reach the waiting van. jay's quick as he moves to the car, holding your hand tighter in an attempt to spread the little body heat he had to you.

with rushed movements, jay releases your luggage from his hand as you reach the van, still holding onto you firmly as he slides the door open.

he refuses to let you go, loading your bags into the car before ushering you inside first, his hand keeping you steady as you step inside. only then does he release your had from his hold, removing your backpack from his shoulders to set at your feet before accompanying you inside as well.

sliding the van door shut, he lowers his mask to just under his chin, a beaming smile on his lips as he feels his heart beating faster. your eyes glow in the dim illumination of the car & surrounding gleam, & as the internal lighting fades due to the doors closure, jay's eyes travel along your features - doing his best to take in everything before the night takes over his view.

"rest," he says quietly, his voice hushed as the low hum of the car sounds around you, feeling as the car begins to move forward. jay's hand moves towards you, double-checking your seatbelt is safely buckled in place before placing a comforting hand over your own.

his thumb soothingly glides along your knuckles, a gentle reminder of his presence as your eyes lull shut - your breathing slowly evening out as your drive begins.

as passing city lamps & the headlights of other cars flash against your closed window, jay catches small glimpses of your relaxed features. his hand remains on yours as he watches you fully settle into the chair, taking it as a hint that you're slowly letting sleep overtake you.

jay's heart swells at the thought - despite only being in each others physical presence for mere minutes, you already felt comfortable enough with him to sleep beside him. pushing every thought of how your stay is now fighting a ticking clock, he smiles - his hand squeezing yours gently before turning to watch the passing buildings from his own window.

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In the Winter - A "Kissing You" Drabble

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader Warnings: LOL this is so rated E for every single reason. Oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, cum play, you name it. Word Count: 2355 Prompt #56: Pulling your love in your lap, them straddling your hips. a/n: I watched Triple Frontier twice in a week and this happened. Happy Winter!

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You’d grown up in the cold, but Frankie most certainly had not. 

“How the fuck does anyone live here?” Frankie asks for what you’re pretty sure is the fourth time since you started shoveling out the driveway. Snow was still falling, but you’d lived there long enough to know that shoveling a little at a time was greatly preferable to plowing your way through the higher drifts later. Your dad didn’t believe in snowblowers so shoveling was the only option, and this made it easier. It was a whole deal. 

You stop for a moment, leaning against your shovel as you wipe away a few stray strands of hair from your cheek. “You deal with it,” you shrug, although you’ll be the first to admit that living in Florida for the past few years has made dealing with it a lot harder than it used to be. 

Frankie mirrors you, his weight shifting against his own shovel as he breathes heavily. A giggle escapes you at the sight - Francisco Morales in a bright blue parka, his jeans tucked into an old pair of your father’s boots. A winter hat that replaced his standard baseball cap sits atop his head, and his cheeks are rosy red from a mixture of cold and the exertion of clearing the driveway. 

“I’m starting to regret volunteering for this,” he quips, taking a few steps toward you as he drags the shovel behind him, the metal scraping against the icy pavement. 

“But now Dad loves you,” you tease, maneuvering in his direction with a sway of your hips, “and wasn’t that your goal?” 

His eyebrows raise in disbelief, “how did you…” 

“Isn’t it?” you ask again, popping the “T” in your response as a smile plays at your lips. When your mom learned that you had some time off, she’d insisted that you come home for the holidays, and Frankie had been oddly eager to join you. It didn’t take long for you to realize that Frankie was trying hard to impress your parents, but it wasn’t until you accidentally overhead a conversation in your father’s study that you fully understood why. 

Your boyfriend is close enough now that his breath mingles with your own, fogging in-between your bodies. From where you stand, even through the layers you both wear, you can feel the heat radiating off him. You automatically lean closer, swaying in his direction, but he surprises you by pulling back, resuming the task of clearing snow with a sly smile plastered on his face. 

“What the fuck, Frankie?”

“If my purpose here is to impress your father, then I’d better finish clearing out this driveway,” he states, effortlessly working to clear the remaining snow with renewed determination. “Plus, anyone could see us out here.” 

Arousal pools deep in your belly as you watch him work, and you glance back at the house, where soft light pours out the front window. Frankie’s right, anyone could see you out here, your parents included, but it’s also late. Late enough that the street around you is quiet, and you’re fairly certain your parents have already gone to bed. 

Which is why, when you look back at Frankie, your brain short circuits. He’s grunting as he lifts another load of snow and it causes a flash of heat to course through your veins, and you curse the archaic traditions that have you sleeping in separate bedrooms. Frankie had sheepishly followed orders, bunking downstairs in the guest room while you took your childhood bedroom two stories up. You’d protested, but this trip and their impressions were important to Frankie, which meant they were important to you, but now your ability to refrain from sneaking beneath his sheets is wearing thin. 

And, then, a plan forms in your mind. 

You drop your shovel where it stands, moving with purpose down the driveway. He’s focused enough on his task that he doesn’t hear you, the sound of your footsteps muffled by his hat, and he’s obviously surprised when you grab his arm and drag him back toward the house. His shovel drops with a second loud clang, and you wince, hoping that it doesn’t wake anyone inside the house, but you keep moving, intent on getting him inside as soon as possible. 

“What are you…” he asks, but you drown out his response with your lips on his the second you have him pulled into the garage. With the door closed behind him, he winds his arms around you, still covered hands spanning the width of your back. 

Frankie’s a good kisser, you learned that on your first date, but nothing ever seems to prepare you for the way he devours you. You might be in control, pressing him firmly against the door, but he maintains a near-frantic pace, biting at your lower lip in a well-practiced effort that draws a moan out of you. 

It’s overwhelming, and you’re unsure how he’s been able to notice anything in the moments since you stepped into the garage when you already feel like you’re floating, but he leads you easily toward an old workbench that you recognize faintly from your grandparents’ farm. When he sits, he drags you down against him, urging you to straddle his hips, hands on your thighs as he leads you in grinding your core against him. Your movements are sloppy, desperate for any kind of friction, but then he finds your rhythm and fuck. 

He’s hard against your center, hips rocking ever so slightly up against you even through the layers you both still wear. It’s unclear when you lost your scarf or when he lost his hat, but Frankie’s lips are attached to your neck, worrying into your skin in a way that makes you thankful it’ll still be cold enough for a turtleneck in the morning. You make a feeble attempt to bring him closer by tangling your fingers in his curls, but it isn’t enough. None of it is. You need to be closer. 

“Why the fuck did I wear snow pants?” you whine into the dark as you stand, frantically starting to peel back your layers. Frankie is barely visible in the shadows of the room, but you hear his low laugh, and you swat at him in warning. “Stop laughing and help me out of this thing.” 

“As you wish,” he returns, making quick work of your jacket, pushing it off your shoulders to let it pool on the concrete behind you. You’re already working at your boots while he unzips his own coat, and then his hands are on you again, attempting to unfasten the suspenders on your snow pants. “And here I was thinking the most complicated thing I’d ever have to get you out of was that thing you wore for our anniversary,” he grumbles as his fingers work. 

“Just wait till you see me in a wedding dress,” you tease, and you can tell by the way Frankie stills for just a moment that you haven’t extinguished a fire, you’ve lit one. 

You’re barely aware of what happens next, of the way Frankie lifts you so your back is against the rough surface of the bench. He practically rips your snowpants from your legs, revealing the yoga pants underneath, and he makes quick work of those too. Your skin protests at the onset of the cold room, but he’s quick to distract you by trailing a line of kisses from your neck down your body, hands running up underneath the sweatshirt you’re still wearing to cup your breasts as he drifts lower. 

When he reaches your core, he blows a puff of air against your soaked panties, and you’re faintly aware of the way you’re begging him to do something, anything. He makes you wait instead, tracing your thighs with his tongue as he slowly pulls the remaining fabric down your legs, and only then does he finally give you what you want. 

You struggle to swallow a moan when his tongue traces a path through your center, his fingers already easing their way toward your entrance. He’s methodical, the same way he always is when he eats you out, carefully monitoring every sound you make, every move of your hips.  “Doing so good for me, baby,” he murmurs against you, “but you’ve gotta stay quiet for me.” 

It’s a command that’s easier for him to give than it is for you to follow, especially as your hips rut up against his mouth. It’s harder when he’s buried two fingers kuckle-deep inside you, pumping in and out slowly. Frankie knows how to play you, and when your motions become more evident, he pins your hips down with an arm, preventing you from increasing the pace. Forcing you to take what he gives you. 

“Can you take a third?” he questions, swiping at your walls while he waits for a response. You can barely nod, afraid that if you stop biting your lip you’ll alert half the neighborhood to the fact that your boyfriend is currently eating you out in your parents’ garage. He complies, adding his ring finger just as he resumes his assault on your clit. 

It’s exactly what you need, and within seconds you feel the pressure building. One of your hands finds a grip on his forearm, still pinning you to the bench, and the other holds his head against you as you let the white hot heat consume you. 

He brings you down gently, like a pilot touching a helicopter to the ground, fingers continuing to circle slowly as he crawls up to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his tongue, the kiss sloppy as you immediately start to work at his belt. “Frankie,” you whimper quietly, pushing at his jeans, “get these off.” 

“A little impatient tonight, Querida?” 

Your eyes have finally adjusted to the low light, and you glare at him, watching as he kicks off his jeans and makes quick work of his boxers, his cock springing to life. “I swear to god, Frankie, if you don’t - “ 

He cuts you off with a lengthy kiss, his body crowding you into the wooden surface, his length already rutting against your folds. “If I don’t what?” he asks when he finally allows you both to come up for air. 

“If you don’t fuck me right now you’re sleeping outside.” 

He chooses that moment to slip inside you, cock dragging against your walls as he buries himself to the hilt. You grab at his shoulders, mouth biting at the skin of his chest as you conceal your moan. Frankie’s hips are pressed against yours tightly, waiting for you to adjust to his size, and he gently grinds into you in some effort to speed up the process.

Sloppy kisses are left along your collarbone, but you can easily tell just how hard he is, how much effort it’s taking him not to spill into you then and there, so you encourage him to look at you in the dim light. “You can let go, baby. It’s okay,” you reassure him, fingers pushing unruly curls away from his sweaty forehead. 

He shakes his head. “Want you to come again too.” 

Of course he does. 

“Then fuck me, Morales.” Your statement is more of a command than anything, and it’s one that he heads without hesitation, pulling back before slamming into you with a particularly rough stroke. He repeats the process, immediately lost in the sensation, brows furrowed in concentration as he holds himself back. It’s fast and it’s needy and you’re only faintly aware of the way the old wooden bench is squeaking beneath you, legs hammering against the concrete with every snap of his hips. 

“Come on, baby. Come on,” he urges, breath hot against your skin. You know you’re close, but that he’s closer, and you wrap a leg around his hips in an attempt to push him over the edge. 

“Let go, Frankie,” you whimper again, hardly coherent yourself, but it causes the coil in him to snap. His hips stutter as he fills you, the rough pad of his thumb circling your clit in an attempt to take you with him. It works, and you follow just as he collapses against you. 

His cock is still buried within you when you come back to your senses, his head pressed into the crook of your neck. It’s only when your shoulders start to ache that you encourage him to move. 

“Wait,” he stops, and you watch with curiosity as he slowly pulls away, his cock immediately replaced with his fingers as he drops to his knees at the side of the bench, pulling you toward him. You shudder at the motion as he pushes his spend back into you, swiping his tongue along your slit once, twice, and then a third time that has you aching for more even after two orgasms. His gaze meets yours. “I want to remember what we taste like,” he states, and you have half a mind to spend the rest of the night in this garage if it means he can keep fucking you.

But then the sensor light outside turns on, illuminating you both as the light seeps in through the garage window. There’s a scramble to find your clothes, both of you giggling like teenagers as you pull on pants and coats and jackets somehow faster than you’d ripped them off, giggling the whole while. Your snow pants remain tossed on the garage floor, forgotten as you ease your way toward the door to see who’s triggered the light. 

And there, in the yard, sits a raccoon, staring at you with bright, mischievous eyes. 

Frankie’s behind you a moment later, crowding your space as he looks out over your shoulder. “Do you think he knows?” 

You elbow him lightly, “knows what? That you just fucked me into oblivion in my parents’ garage?” 

“No,” he whispers against your ear, a hand already trailing down beneath your yoga pants again to where he’s still seeping out of you. “Do you think he knows I’m about to do it again?” 

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Lloyd GLWMF80DK1-C 8 Kg Fully Automatic Front Load Washing Machine – Efficient, Powerful & Gentle Wash

Discover the Lloyd GLWMF80DK1-C 8 Kg Fully Automatic Front Load Washing Machine, designed for powerful washing and fabric care. With advanced features, energy efficiency, and a sleek design, this washing machine ensures optimal performance for your laundry needs. Perfect for modern households seeking convenience and quality.

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Godrej 6.5Kg Fully Automatic Front Load Washing Machine, WFEON CRS 6510 5.0 FKEDM: A Powerful Clean

The Godrej 6.5Kg Fully Automatic Front Load Washing Machine, WFEON CRS 6510 5.0 FKEDM, is a reliable and efficient appliance designed to cater to the needs of medium-sized households. Packed with features and built to last, this washing machine offers a combination of performance, durability, and user-friendly design.

Key Features

6.5Kg Capacity: Ideal for medium-sized households, providing ample space for your laundry needs.

Fully Automatic: Effortless operation with automatic settings for water level, detergent, and spin speed.

Front Load Design: Gentle on fabrics and energy-efficient compared to top-load models.

Inverter Technology: Ensures energy-efficient performance and quiet operation.

Smart Sensors: Automatically adjust wash settings based on load size and fabric type.

Anti-Bacterial Wash: Eliminates 99.99% of bacteria for hygienic laundry.

Benefits of a Front Load Washing Machine

Gentle on Fabrics: Reduces wear and tear on clothes.

Energy Efficient: Consumes less water and energy.

Quiet Operation: Creates a peaceful laundry room environment.

Space-Saving Design: Compact and sleek design.

Why Choose the Godrej 6.5Kg Fully Automatic Front Load Washing Machine?

Powerful Cleaning: Removes tough stains and dirt effectively.

Energy Efficient: Helps reduce your carbon footprint and save on electricity bills.

Gentle Care: Protects delicate fabrics with advanced features.

Quiet Operation: Creates a peaceful laundry room environment.

Durable Construction: Built to last with high-quality components.

Innovative Technology: Incorporates advanced features for optimal results.

The Godrej 6.5Kg Fully Automatic Front Load Washing Machine, WFEON CRS 6510 5.0 FKEDM, is a practical and efficient choice for households seeking a reliable laundry solution. Its features and performance make it a great addition to any home. Shop now at Poorvika for Exclusive Offers

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Travis Kelce - private show (SMUT)

2k, there is a butt plug in this in case you don't like that

He loved his team, he truly did, but Travis was also very glad when their post-training meeting was over and he could dip. None of his teammates tried to stop him as he all but ran out of the room, something he was grateful for. In the past it had been a given that he would walk out with some of the other men, talking, joking, but nowadays that had become a rare sight. He was always in a rush to get back to his room, back to the closest thing he had ever come to an addiction.

Away games hadn't been the same ever since he had stumbled across that fateful link.

By some lucky coincidence the facilities for the visiting team in the field they’d be playing tomorrow were absolute ass so the chiefs had rented out one of the hotel meeting rooms for their review. Meaning all Travis had to do to get back to his room was hop onto an elevator. After that he was free to lock himself in his room until it was time for dinner.

The elevator crawled up to his floor at a snail's pace but he stopped himself from impatiently rocking back and forth on the soles of his feet. When it finally came to a stop he started to squeeze out of the elevator before the doors had fully opened but he didn’t even care how it looked, he was already late and he didn’t want to miss any more.

The door to his room slammed shut behind him as he stormed in, jumping onto the bed with enough energy that realistically it should have broken but by some miracle stayed intact as he opened his carefully changed laptop while attempting to toe off his shoes.

The website didn’t automatically open once he clicked on his browser but he had been visiting it religiously to the point that it autofilled after a single letter. His pants started to feel too tight before the site had even finished loading and Travis couldn’t help but groan at the realisation that he fucking pavloved himself into getting a semi at the mere thought of you.

The stream had already started but hopefully he didn’t miss much. A familiar background greeted him before his eyes focused in on you. Splayed across the bed you’re a sight for sore eyes, hair messed up just enough to let him know you’d played with it before he logged on, body clad in next to nothing. A new, expensive next to nothing. Good to know all of the money he sent you got put to good use. 

He waited for you to greet him like you usually did, surely you must have noticed him joining your stream, he was your biggest fan after all, but when you didn’t he sent you a message over private chat. Expensive, yes, but he didn’t need people knowing his dirty little secrets.

Finally you acknowledged him. 

“Hi bigyeti, nice of you to join again.” It seemed like a standard greeting but he knew by your tone that you were annoyed at him for being late again. Brat. Travis watched you slide a hand over your bare skin until it reached the lace covering your chest. But instead of teasing one of your hard nipples through the material or even taking it off to show the irresistible swell of your chest you just ran your fingers over the seam at the edge of your bra. “As much as I think this set is cute, this will probably be the last time you’ll see me in it. It’s not really comfortable and I can barely get it closed by myself.”

You were probably hoping for messages offering to help you with that but Travis had been watching long enough to read between the lines. You were going to offer up the set but beat you to it. His simple message didn't get a written reply but he noticed you look off screen before smiling. “You know the price bigyeti.”

You didn’t take it off though, just changed positions until you were kneeling on the bed. It was only then that Travis noticed the selection of toys laid out in front of you.

“What do you think,” you picked up one of them, dark purple and intriguing, but not his favorite of the spread. “Should we run a poll or let the highest bidder decide?”

He sent you a rack before you even had time to decide, after which he finally rid himself of his sweats and underwear.

“You know which one.” Your sweet voice read his message in the chat, laughing as you held up the one you knew he wanted. Pale pink with ridges that could get you off every time, filling you up perfectly before the vibrations took you out. The first time he had watched you use it you had squirted and he had been hooked ever since.

“Should I be concerned big? You seem to like this little guy more than me.” You pouted at the camera, bringing the vibe up and tapping it against your bottom lip. 

Travis groaned before typing again. Hopefully this would be a one handed operation soon.

“You know you’re my favorite. Aww that’s so sweet of you yeti. Want to know a secret?” He watched you lean forward, holding your chest into the camera with practiced ease. “You’re my favorite too.”

Travis slowly stroked himself as you bit your lip, reaching behind you and finally freeing yourself from the lace. You had been truthful about how ill fitting it was, his eyes automatically drawn to the red indents on the side of your boobs. He fantasized about getting his mouth on them, of soothing your flesh with his tongue.

You didn’t try to act sexy as you balled up the bra and threw it off-cam, something he came to enjoy. You were this temptress, bane of his bank account and object of his desire, but you were also human.

As he saw you kneeling there Travis finally gave in and reached for his lube, because he was in his thirties now and using lotion to jack off felt awfully juvenile. He watched you run your hands over your body, just palming himself to the view of you playing with your nipples.

“We’re going to try something new today.”

The tone of your voice had him shifting, sitting up straighter and paying more attention. He didn’t have to wait long to find out what something new meant. You got rid of the last remaining hint of nothing hiding your skin before turning around into the most perfect reverse cowgirl POV he knew and there it was. Nestled between your cheeks laid a small plug with a deep red gem at the end that sparkled in the lights you used during your shows. A hot shudder ran through him as the grip he had on himself tightened.

“You know what to do if you like it.” You smiled at the cam over your shoulder before turning back around.

Travis debated between finally touching himself properly and sending you another donation when you positioned the toy he picked and he relented. He’d just send you another tip later. He was slow with his movements, teasing himself as you sank down on the toy. You stopped halfway, adjusting to the stretch, but Travis just continued to stroke his dick.

You were noisy, he liked that about the streams. You weren’t holding back but it also didn’t feel like you were putting on a show. You were simply vocal in bed and he loved it.

Treavis continued to work himself as he watched you ride the toy, torn between closing his eyes and imagining it was you that had a hand wrapped around his dick or even riding it and wanting to watch you take your pleasure with the toy on stream. He watched you move, the way you stretched around the toy with every rise and fall. It was mesmerizing, the shimmer of that salacious gem catching his eye only for his focus to be drawn away by the flex of your thick thighs, or the dimples on your lower back, or those sweet filthy moans that kept on leaving your mouth. He felt drunk on you, drunk on the fire running through him.

There was no rhythm to the way Travis was stroking his cock as he watched you, all pretense of following your movements abandoned long ago. He felt his orgasm approaching, considering for a moment whether he should try and draw it out, to wait for you and come together, before giving that idea up and quickening his pace. He came to the sound of your moans, all over his fist and with his head thrown back in ecstasy.

Travis let himself float only until the next moan tore his attention back to the screen in front of him. You were barely riding the toy at this point, grinding more than anything. Even with his muddled mind it was clear that you were on the brink yourself.

When you finally tipped over it was with a shout. Your legs shook, more violently than he had ever seen from you before, while your body contracted around the sex toys filling you up. He palmed his softening cock as he watched you fall apart, too spent to try getting another orgasm out of it but still wired enough to draw out that afterglow for just a little while longer. 

He watched as your orgasm came to an end, the shaking in your thighs never quite stopping even though the vibrations of your toy did. You removed the pink vibrator but that bejeweled plug stayed in place as you slowly turned around and sat in full view of the cam, leaning back on your hands and smiling. You were still breathing heavily but it only drew attention to your tits and Travis found himself reaching for his phone before he realized that his hand was covered in his cum and used his other one instead. He wasn’t good at typing with his nondominant hand but another tip found itself being sent your way soon enough anyway.

“That was fun.” You said, breathless but still smiling. No reaction to his message if you had even seen it. “We should do this again sometime.”

Travis got another long look at your body as you leaned forward to shut off the cam and then he was alone in his hotel room again.

Shutting his laptop before he got up, Travis went to wash his hands and clean up a bit of the mess around his dick. He would shower soon but there was something he had to take care of before that. His phone was still laid on the bed, even though he had to search through the sheets to find it.

Travis pulled up that all too familiar contact and pressed video call. You answered almost immediately, makeup still on your face but with your hair pulled back and a shirt thrown over your body.

“Was that good?” You asked as soon as the call connected. He could see you bite your lip, nervously, and he hated being so far away from you even more.

“You were perfect.” He answered, truthfully. “So hot, baby. Almost makes me want to set you up a real camming account just to show you off.”

The program you two had now was little more than a private video chat but Travis had tried to set it up nicely for you. It had involved a lot of awkward questions to one of the New Height techies but the chat worked amazing for your little cam show and your audience of one.

You just laughed at his antics. “No you wouldn’t.”

“No I wouldn’t.” He relented. “I don’t like to share, even if you’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen. And all mine.”

You laughed again. “All yours.” You confirmed before continuing, teasing him with an account of the new things you had brought for the two of you to try. Fuck. He couldn’t wait to come home.

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☕️🧊 with Jay and reader. She has a child from someone else who goes missing. Thank you sm!!!!

A/N: Thank you so much for ordering! This got a little bit long for a Drabble but I hope you enjoy!!

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"Y/N, we gotta go." Jay stuck his head out the gate, motioning for you to get inside where everyone was getting ready for the drug bust.

Before you could reply, Jay's eyes caught the little body sitting on your hip, your arms supporting her when she squeezed you harder, not wanting you to go.

"Tell Voight two minutes." You said, nearly pleading to your partner. This bust was very important but what use were you if you couldn't even be there.

"I'll be back soon okay? Five minutes." You lied to your four-year-old. Realistically, you'd be an hour but she didn't fully understand the concept of time.

Looking around the front desk, you found no one you were familiar with. Trudy had disappeared into thin air and the other officers you felt like you couldn't leave Emma with, neither would she want to stay with them.

"Roman!" You called for the officer who you suddenly found. His body stiffened, automatically concluding he was in trouble but when he found you, he relaxed.

"We're going to do a drug bust." You mouthed the last two words. "You mind keeping an eye on Emma?"

Roman didn't turn you down because not only would he get in trouble for doing so, but he really didn't mind looking after her. "Sure, that's fine."

"Be good for Roman, okay?" You kissed her head, detaching her arms and legs from around you. "Come on baby, mommy has to go to work."

Your daughter shook her head in your neck, snuggling herself closer so that not even oxygen was separating you two causing you to sigh in defeat.

"Y/N." Jay appeared again, all geared up in his vest hiding his gun from the view of the front desk. "We have to go."

"Mommy loves you." You kissed her again, forcing her off you and into Sean's arms where she started to cry for you but no matter how much guilt you felt for leaving, you had to.

Sighing in defeat, you rushed up the stairs, mumbling apologies while you quickly got yourself ready. You thanked Jay for the loaded gun he gave you, double checking you were good before slamming the passenger door shut.

"She's been so clingy lately." You commented, pulling your hair into a ponytail. "I have no idea why."

"Maybe it’s like a teenage mood swing type of thing." Jay proposed, shrugging his shoulders, glancing over at you before looking back at the road. “Will mentioned Owen getting weird like that at her age.”

You hummed, not totally convinced with the idea.

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Everyone was laughing, high fiving each other, celebrating the successful drug bust that was filled with adrenaline that was still pumping through your veins when you got back to the precinct.

Walking back into the bullpen, letting your hair out, you were ready to relax but was immediately reminded that you brought Emma with you and she was waiting for you downstairs.

Just as you got up from your chair to go downstairs, the gate was shut and Sean took his time in coming up the stairs, looking everywhere but at you.

"Roman." You called for the officer who was by himself. "Where's Emma?"

Your question caught everyone's attention, all of them stopping what they were doing to look at the two of you, wary of the distance you tried to keep.

“Roman, where’s my baby?” Your voice broke as you mentioned your little girl who was nowhere to be seen.

“Roman.” You stressed, striding towards him, such power in your stride that Kevin and Antonio had to step between you two in fear of what you were going to do. “Where. Is. My. Daughter?!”

“Detective.” His voice shook and that’s when it all properly sank in. “Please let me explain.”

You were seeing red. The light of your life, the only one who matter more than life itself, was gone.

“Roman you have five seconds to get out her sight.” Jay interjected, his hand curling around your bicep, to offer stability or hold you back you weren’t sure.

The world as you knew it, was collapsing around you.

Your baby was gone and not even Jay couldn’t put a stop to your pain.

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hii, i have a request for Jess Mariano if you’re still writing for him! could you do one where Jess is in love with reader, but they’re just friends (for now…👀) and reader is doing homework with Jess. he can’t focus though because he’s so in love. just a lot of fluff. no pressure, you don’t have to do this, it was just an idea. thanks! :)

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Jess didn’t need any help with his homework. He was bright, he knew all of the answers pretty much as soon as he looked at the paper. Yet, he never said no when you offered to stop by the diner so you could help each other with your homework. He loved your company, you were his best friend and, you didn’t know it, but he was in love with you too.

The two of you were sitting at the table in front of the long window in the diner, your books scattered around you on a couple of tables as you groaned in frustration. Your hair was piled on your head in a messy bun, secured by a pencil which Jess knew that if he were to pull the pencil away from your head, your hair would fall back down around your shoulders in the way he loved so much.

‘What did you get for the second question?’ you asked, looking up to see Jess staring out the window, his head propped up by his hand. ‘Jess!’ you exclaimed, tapping him with your pen and jolting him out of his thoughts, making you giggle, a sound that made Jess’ heart beat a little faster.

‘What did you say?’ he asked, looking over at you, smiling softly.

‘What did you get for the second question?’ you repeated your earlier question, laughing at the way he gently shook his head before looking down at his own papers.

‘I haven’t got anything,’ he said, looking back up at you before getting up to go and fetch the coffee pot.

‘Well, what about the third one?’ you called across to him.

‘I don’t know, have a look to see what I put,’ he replied as he grabbed a plate and started to load doughnuts onto it before heading back over to you with the doughnuts and coffee pot in his hands.

You reached over and snagged his paper, pulling it over to you so you could read it, both of your eyebrows raising in surprise when you saw that he hadn’t filled any of it in. ‘Why haven’t you written anything?’ you asked as he sat back down, automatically filling your mug before setting the pot down and grabbing himself a doughnut.

‘I’ve not been able to focus,’ he mumbled, looking down, not wanting to meet your gaze.

‘Yeah, what’s with that? For the past couple of weeks you’ve not been focused, Jess. The amount of times I’ve looked over at you in class and you’re in another world. What’s up with you?’

‘Nothing, I’ve just been thinking about other things at the moment, not really left any room in my head for school, you know.’

‘What the hell is that supposed to mean?!’ you exclaimed, putting your pen down and fully turning in your seat to look at him. ‘Jess, every time I see you at the moment, it’s like you’re here but you’re not here, what’s got you so unfocused that you can’t do anything - ’

‘I’m in love with you!’ Jess blurted loudly, making you cut off your sentence. Jess looked up at you and you were surprised when you saw that he was nervous; you never saw Jess nervous. When you didn’t say anything, Jess sighed before continuing. ‘I love you, and that’s not how I wanted to tell you, but I’ve been in love with you pretty much from the moment I met you. I’ve not been focused these past couple weeks because I’ve been trying to work out how I was going to tell you and now it’s - ’

‘Jess,’ you cut in softly and you felt yourself melt when he lifted his eyes to meet yours. ‘Can I say something?’ you asked, inching your chair closer to him and slipping your hand into his.

‘Of course,’ he whispered, his eyes moving from your eyes to your lips as he brought his other hand up to clasp yours so that your hand was firmly encased in both of his.

‘I’m in love with you too,’ you replied, smiling shyly at him. Jess let half a laugh and half a sigh of relief before leaning forward to press his forehead against yours.

‘Thank God.’

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When you discuss about semi-automated machinery, the name itself says it all. Due to its two tubs, it is only partially mechanized and requires some manual labor. A separate one for drying and a washable one. The main benefit of a semi-automatic machine is that it uses less water because it does not need a constant water supply. Additionally, you can add more clothing while the cycle is running. They require less maintenance, are less expensive, and are larger than fully automatic devices. When it comes to fully automatic washing machines, they have a single tub that is used for drying and washing. Although no personal labor is needed, the water must run continuously until the wash cycle is finished.

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A machine's size, features, capacity, and whether it is front-loading, top-loading, semi-automatic, or automatic affect how much it costs. As you walk into the store, you will be overwhelmed with options. However, choosing one to purchase will be simpler if you know your budget.

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for the prompt game: have you done darkness? if I missed it, weak works as well. hell if you do both that's cool too - go off silver!! (i reread a bunch of your drabbles JUST to see which prompts you'd already done - totally didn't get stuck in a lil whirlpool of silver fics there 👀) (if you've done both of these already and i missed it then im so sorry 😭)

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Darkness/Weak

The darkness of Leon's small house is almost soothing when he steps through the front door, the late hour leaving him bleary and irritable and slightly nauseous. The medics with the BSAA had diagnosed him with a concussion, he's pretty sure, but Leon isn't in the mood to be poked and prodded and treated like a patient while they interrogate him for mission details. Here, at least, he's free from judgement and watchful eyes; from the ready hands waiting to catch him like a child in case he stumbles. He just wants to sleep in his own bed. Is that so much to ask?

Every part of his body aches, the ankle he'd sprained proving to be a difficult opponent as he limps through the house. The set of lacerations slashed across his upper arm have begun to sting again, throbbing in time with Leon's ragged breaths, and he realizes tiredly that he's still covered in blood and filth. He'll have to shower, first.

He can barely remember the detour to the bathroom, brought back into awareness by the agony that courses through him the moment he begins to shrug off his jacket and jeans, groaning when the fabric rips away from bloody wounds and forces his protesting muscles to twist in ways that make them angrier. Under the bright lights of the bathroom fixture, he looks like a mess, eyes sunken and bloodshot beneath stringy hair and a layer of grime and blood. Not all of it his own---but most of it.

The warm water is a comfort, at least, enough to elicit a sigh as the steam begins to rise around him. It stings the wounds that have begun to reopen with all his struggling, but Leon doesn't pay them any mind. He watches the blood swirl around his feet in ghostly patterns of rusty crimson, too exhausted to do much else. Slowly, the pain creeps back in, his ankle tight with jagged spikes of pain the longer he keeps his weight on it. He's not clean, yet, though, he can't get out. God, it's hard to think.

Leon sits down hard on the cheap shower floor, leaning his head back against the wall. He doesn't have the strength to do anything but sigh, fingers trailing limp in the flow of water as he lets himself sag. That's okay, he can stay here for a while. Relax, take a load off....

He snaps awake with a shiver, aware only of the cold water pouring over him in torrents. For a moment, he thinks he's outside, until he catches sight of the shower handle and it all comes rushing back. Leon shivers again, noticing through blurry, swimming vision the goosebumps that have formed on his bare legs, stretched out in front of him. The cold is enough to make his injuries ache again, the slightest attempt to move prompting a bitten-off whimper of agony. He... he wants to go to bed. He should stand up and go to bed.

Leon's too weak to turn off the spray, though, his hand trembling and collapsing back to his side when he tries. He growls quietly in frustration, the sound trailing off into a whine. A wave of distress threatens to overwhelm him, panic prying at the edges of his awareness.

"Leon?!" The sudden slam of the bathroom door jolts him in place, eliciting a groan as his muscles twinge. Through the glass wall of the shower, he can make out Piers' dismayed expression, an automatic semblance of a smile curving Leon's lips.

"Hey," he says, watching as Piers shoves the door open and throws himself into the falling water to turn it off despite being fully dressed. What a weirdo. Leon blinks as Piers looks him up and down, expression tightening as he takes in the bruises and wounds on his skin. "Fancy meeting you here."

"You weren't answering your phone," Piers says roughly, an edge of some unreadable emotion in his voice. His gaze scans Leon's body again. "I thought something might've happened, your door was unlocked. Are you alright?"

"Couldn't resist checking me out, huh, Nivans?" Leon mumbles. His eyelids fall shut of their own accord, a sigh leaving his chest. Maybe now that Piers is here, he can actually get some rest. Strong hands slip under his armpits a moment later, and Leon groans. "Lemme sleep."

"Get up, Leon," Piers orders, but his voice is softer than before. He starts to lift, and Leon supposes he might as well try to cooperate---except that it feels almost impossible to get his feet under him, knees buckling every time he tries. He whimpers when his sprained ankle twists awkwardly. Piers pushes closer, an arm around Leon's waist, until he's practically supporting all of Leon's weight. "There you go. I've got you."

Somehow, he maneuvers Leon to the closed seat of the toilet, sitting him down so he can lean back against the tank. Leon prises his eyelids apart with effort, just in time to see the fluffy towel that descends to ruffle his hair and swipe gently down his nude body. Piers wraps it around Leon's waist when he's done, the cool fabric making him shiver.

"Just a little longer," Piers soothes when he groans again, "I've got the first aid kit, I'm going to wrap up some of your injuries. You're still bleeding a little bit."

"I am?" Leon blinks hazily. Huh. Maybe that makes a little sense. He winces as Piers begins to wipe down several spots with stinging disinfectant, slipping back into a daze as fresh gauze is secured to various parts of his body. The tensor bandage around his ankle is the worst, but it's not long before Piers is smearing antibiotic ointment on the cut Leon can feel on his forehead and covering it in a large bandaid, and suddenly all Leon can feel is hollowness.

"Piers," he says heavily, tongue thick in his mouth. "I think I'm gonna pass out or somethin'."

Instantly, steadying hands find his shoulders, pressure that draws Leon back into his body. A pair of warm eyes hovers in front of his face when he looks, eyebrows creased.

"Let's get you into bed, okay?" Piers says softly.

Leon staggers once he's upright again, but Piers refuses to let him fall. The next thing he knows, he's being laid out on a soft mattress, the sensation almost heavenly against his aching joints and the sharp pain that flares up every few moments. He buries his face in the pillow. Shivers. It's cold in here, too.

A moment later, a soft blanket is pulled up over his shoulders, Piers' gentle expression visible when Leon peeks out from the cage of his arms where they hold onto the pillow. He smiles, but it seems wan, his flesh hand reaching out to trace over a lock of Leon's hair. That feels nice.

"Get some sleep," Piers murmurs, and Leon nods. The chill is draining from his limbs, pain lost in the fog of fatigue, and it doesn't take long before he's out entirely.