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BILLY LOOMIS x f!READER | 2k words | The Leak WARNINGS: 18+ AU where Billy lives and is acquitted of the murders. He's now your sleazy landlord. Gratuitous slutty descriptions. masturbation in public, detailed PIV fantasy, degradation, praise, banter and bickering, light enemies to lovers dynamic, manhandling, dom Billy vibes, sexual tension, pet names, "protective" Billy. NOTES: Sure, nonnie. I offer this sleaze with love. 🖤🖤

In the middle of the night, you wake up sweaty despite being completely naked and using no covers. Without putting on any clothes, you walk to your kitchen to get a cold cup of water, only to see a stack of filled ice trays next to the sink because you forgot to put them in the freezer. Ugh.

You get a glass of water and stand in front of the fridge with the door open. The air conditioner in your window feels weaker every day. It’s so stuffy in your trailer, you wonder if you’d be better off with the window open. Still naked, you go to the kitchen window and slide it open. No matter how hard you push upward, it won’t click and stay.

“Piece of shit,” you mutter. But the fresh air does feel good.

Standing in the window with your arms raised, tits blazing, skin glistening…. something moves in the corner of your eye. There’s a fake security camera mounted on the shed you’re looking at. At least you always assumed it was fake, since the owners are such deadbeats. You give it the middle finger just in case, then use a pitcher to hold the window up.

You go back to bed for a while longer, then get up and rifle through your unfolded laundry, looking for a swimsuit. You find a bikini that appears to have shrunk, but it has adjustable strings so you put it on anyway. Next door, there’s an extended stay hotel that has a pool. It has a cracked and faded slide, no longer in use, and half the rungs are dangling from the pool ladders. It won’t be the first time you’ve snuck in there. No one seems to care, and no one’s going to be out at this hour anyway.

The pool water is normally warm by sunset, but in the middle of the night, it’s cooled off enough. A weakly-inflated flamingo pool float sits atop the water, and a couple of pool noodles hug the wall. Half the pool lights are working. There’s no way this would pass an inspection, but sometimes it feels like barely anyone outside the area knows it exists.

You sit on the side of the pool, and as you lower yourself into the water, you look down to see your hard nipples barely contained by the shrunken, unlined triangle top, with some areola showing on one breast. The sight of your own slutty fit turns you on, and you don’t fix it.

Kicking your legs out in front of you, you imagine Billy joining you. Billy and his dirty wifebeaters and trucker hats and jeans that fit too well. Billy and his slutty fucking selfies that you can’t stop looking at every night. Billy, and that look in his eyes like he could eat you up, if only he were hungry.

He’d be hungry right now, you bet. You turn to your side and use both feet to grab a pool noodle, letting yourself off the wall as you mount it. Straddling the pool noodle, you turn toward the wall and rest your forearms on the side and squeeze your thighs together.

Closing your eyes and resting your head, you fantasize about him. He’s a low-life and a sleaze, and god he makes it hot. The way he moves, it shouldn’t be hot at all, but you’ve been watching him closer ever since he sent those selfies, and when scratches his lower belly, lifting up his tank top, exposing his happy trail, at this point it drives you fucking crazy. Like that’s where you need your forehead. You tilt your hips for more pressure from the foam between your legs.

There’s not a single thing about him that says he’s a better guy than you thought, but maybe he is. Or more likely, you don’t care. Or, perhaps most likely, you kinda like him bad.

He’s not the kind of man you’d want in your life, but in your bed?

It’s so easy to picture his silhouette at the foot of your bed, scratching himself, then lewdly grabbing the massive bulge in his jeans.

Your hips begin to move on their own, seeking friction with the foam noodle.

You can see him kneeling onto your mattress, prowling toward you, arms flexing, chains hanging down from his neck, dangling in the air–god if you could feel those hit your skin. You can feel him grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head with one hand, while he unbuttons his jeans with the other.

You reach down and slide the pool noodle against your front, grinding your hips.

He’d probably lean in real close, say something cocky like, “you ready for this?” Ugh, his voice. With his dick in his hand. “Think ya can take it?” Yes, yes, please. He drops his thick meat heavily against your mound. Yes, please. God, please, you’d be squirming under him, wrists pinned by his hand, lifting your hips desperately. “Sure ya can handle this big cock?”

Fuck. It’s so clear, you can practically smell him. Your whole cunt throbs and you’re gushing in your bikini bottoms. “Mm,” you quietly hum as you get closer.

He’d shove himself into you, you’d arch your back and moan. He’d chuckle darkly, then his free hand would come to your jaw, dwarfing your face as he uses just two fingers and a thumb to squeeze your mouth open. The smell of cigarettes intensifies as his face hovers over yours, then he spits in your mouth. And he stays there, bottomed out, and you’ve never felt so full but you need the friction, you need him to move so bad, you need him to fuck you, you beg him to fuck you, really fuck you. “Yeah? Need me to fuck you?” God, yes.

“Mm,” your face screws up. You're so wet, and your clit twitches as you rub the front of your swimsuit with the foam cylinder you're straddling.

You can practically hear him say, “Poor baby.” He’s got half a smile, amused and in control. “Yeah I'll give it to ya,” he begins to slowly retreat, pauses with his cock half-withdrawn and lowers his pitch. “Who’s your daddy?”

The tension snaps and your lips part as you see stars.

Squeezing your thighs tight around the pool noodle, you ride it out, cumming to the thought of his girth stretching you with his gold chains dangling over you, hips beginning to move, jeans sitting loosely around his hips.

You weren’t planning on doing that, but, there you are, coming down off that high in the motel pool, in your shrunken bikini, skin buzzing, so tired and peaceful you could fall asleep.

And then metal scrapes against concrete, stirring you from your blissed out state.

A shadow moves.

His deep voice at a low volume, with that edge of condescension: "All done?”

Your stomach drops. You almost don’t want to look up, but you do. It’s his silhouette, manspreading in a worn-out chair, with a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other. The shadow of his stupid trucker hat hides his face. You let go of the pool noodle and try to subtly push it away, obviously too late. Frozen, heart racing, you’re standing with your chest above water.

“What are you doing here?” you demand.

“Don’t worry, I’m on my way out.” He stands up and stretches, revealing his happy trail. He twists in another stretch and god, his silhouette - his jeans bulging, clearly aroused. “An' so are you, c’mon.”

“I’m still cooling off,” you protest.

“I’ll bet.” He drops his cigarette into his can of beer and carries it with him as he approaches the pool with his face still in the shadow of his hat. Light reflects off his gold chains.

You make a fake effort to adjust your top and can’t take your eyes off his jeans. He adjusts himself and stands there giving you a moment.

Then he loses patience and says, “Alright, sugartits. Let’s go.”

He squats down and grabs you by the arm.

“Hey,” you protest as he starts to manhandle you toward the shallow stairs. “Alright, alright. Damn”

When you’re out of the pool, he looks you up and down. You feel like covering yourself up, but you defiantly stand with your hands on your hips.

“Tryin’ to turn tricks out here?” He slowly steps toward you and his eyes are glued to your chest. “Good place to do it….prolly make a few hooker friends too.”

“How many of’em have you fucked?” you retort.

He ignores the question and reaches for your chest.

Without blocking his hand, you look down and part of your nipple is showing again. He “fixes” your suit, tugging it over and thumbing your nipple while he’s at it. It covers your areola but leaves underboob.

“There ya go.”

He puts a toothpick in his mouth and motions for you to lead the way.

As you exit the pool area dripping wet, you mention, “If you’re gonna spy on me, you could bring me a towel next time.”

“Yeah, okay,” He mumbles with the toothpick at the corner of his mouth. “Just lookin’ out for ya’s all.”

“I don’t remember asking you to.”

He pulls the tab off his beer can and it replaces the cigarette that had been between his fingers. He throws the can into a bush.

As you reach the trailer park property line, he throws his toothpick into the shrubs and lowers his voice. “Listen sugar, there’s some shady fuckin’ characters over there.”

You scoff. “Apparently so.” you shoot him a look and can’t help but check him out while you’re at it. A harsh floodlight highlights the freckles on his big, tan shoulders.

He keeps on, “You tryin’ to get stabbed?”

“What?”

“Dumb as hell, sneakin’ over there, middle’a the night.”

Somehow, this makes you feel stupid. Like if he’s calling someone dumb... Damn.

You walk the rest of the way to your trailer in silence with him following slightly behind you.

“Lemme guess, ya left it unlocked, too,” he mutters, then opens your door himself. “Fuckin’ murderbait over here,” he grumbles.

He stands with his back to the open door and waits, making your body brush his as you walk in.

Full body goosebumps.

He stands there looking at you, and you eye his pants. Slowly, he steps into your personal space, and you back up almost to the nearest wall, but not against it. There, you stop. Letting him close. With his hand on the wall, he effectively traps you, blocking you from going any further into your trailer.

The smell of Newports fills your nostrils. He wets his lips and looks from your eyes to your chest, then your mouth.

He brings his nose to your neck and barely grazes you as he takes a long sniff. His nose brushes your cheek, and his lips follow. Just above a whisper, he warns, “Don’t do it again.”

When you don’t answer, he pulls back and his hand comes to your neck. He’s gentle, not applying any pressure, but the presence of his large, strong hand is enough to feel like a threat. One that makes you more turned on than scared. “Got it?” he asks, looking at your mouth. Can’t be sure if he’s talking about going over there alone or leaving your trailer unlocked, and it doesn’t really matter. His eyes are wild, and it’s like he’s inspecting you, marveling at your face.

You whisper, “Yes sir,” and await his next move.

He takes his hand from your neck and cups your cheek to whisper, “Good girl.”

You could actually melt.

He gives your chest another look and drops his hand, incidentally brushing his wrist against your breast before he pulls up his jeans. He bites the aluminum tab and turns to leave without another word. As he walks away, your eyes are drawn to a glock sticking out of the back of his pants.

He looks back at you and winks before shutting the door behind himself.

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elryuse · 18 days ago

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ISLAND PT. 4 Yeji

ITZY X MALE READER

Tags : Beach Sex, Public Sex, Intimacy, Cowgirl, Riding Creampie, Creampie, Romance, Smutty Smut Smut

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The sun filtered through the thin curtains of Y/n's hotel room, casting a warm glow over the messy sheets and discarded clothes strewn across the floor. The faint hum of the air conditioner mixed with the muffled sound of waves crashing outside. Y/n groaned as his alarm blared from his phone, pulling him reluctantly from his deep slumber. He reached out blindly, slapping the device until the noise stopped, then let his arm flop back onto the bed.

Damn, I overslept, he thought, rubbing his eyes as he tried to shake off the haze of sleep. His body still carried the pleasant ache from the previous night’s escapades—Yuna had been insatiable, her curiosity turning into pure, unfiltered desire. But now, it was morning, and the world outside his cocoon of pleasure was waiting.

As he blinked his eyes open, he noticed someone sitting at the edge of his bed. It was Yeji, her long legs crossed elegantly as she leaned back on one hand, watching the television mounted on the wall. She hadn’t noticed he was awake yet, her attention focused on the drama playing out on the screen. Her black hair cascaded over her shoulder in soft waves, and she wore a casual oversized sweater that slipped slightly off one shoulder, revealing the delicate curve of her collarbone.

“Good morning,” Y/n croaked, his voice rough from sleep. He yawned widely, stretching his arms above his head.

Yeji turned her head, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile. “Morning,” she replied softly, her voice smooth and melodic. She reached for a tray on the bedside table and handed it to him. “Here. I brought you some breakfast. The buffet closed already, so I grabbed whatever I could.”

Y/n sat up, propping himself against the headboard as he accepted the tray. A plate of fluffy scrambled eggs, toast, and a small bowl of fruit greeted him, alongside a steaming cup of coffee. “Thanks,” he said, offering her a grateful smile before digging in.

She watched him eat for a moment, her gaze lingering on him in a way that made him feel both comfortable and slightly self-conscious. Then, almost casually, she said, “The others want to go to the beach later. It’s just across the resort. We figured since we’re here, we might as well enjoy it.”

Y/n hummed around a mouthful of toast, nodding as he chewed. The idea of spending the day by the ocean sounded perfect—relaxing, refreshing, and maybe even a little indulgent. Once he swallowed, he gave her a thumbs-up. “Sounds good. Count me in.”

Yeji’s smile widened at that, her cat-like eyes sparkling with amusement. “Great. I’ll let them know.” She stood gracefully, smoothing out her sweater before heading toward the door. Just as she reached for the handle, she glanced back over her shoulder. “Don’t take too long, okay? We don’t want to miss the best part of the day.”

He chuckled, raising his coffee cup in a mock salute. “I’ll be ready soon. Promise.”

With that, she slipped out of the room, leaving Y/n alone once more. He finished his breakfast quickly, savoring the last sip of coffee before setting the tray aside. As he got out of bed and started getting dressed, his mind wandered to the possibilities the day might hold. The beach, the sun, the girls… This is going to be interesting, he thought, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

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By the time Y/n stepped out of the hotel lobby, the rest of ITZY was already gathered outside, chatting animatedly among themselves. Ryujin and Chaeryeong were playfully bickering about something, while Yuna giggled beside them, her cheeks flushed as she avoided eye contact with Y/n. Lia, ever the calm one, was scrolling through her phone, though she looked up and smiled when she noticed him approaching.

“Ah, finally! Took you long enough,” Ryujin teased, crossing her arms over her chest. She wore a loose tank top paired with denim shorts, her toned legs on full display.

“Got held up,” Y/n replied with a wink, earning a giggle from Yuna and an exaggerated eye roll from Ryujin.

“Let’s just go already,” Chaeryeong interjected, grabbing Ryujin’s hand and tugging her toward the path that led to the beach. “I want to see if the water’s as clear as they say it is.”

The group followed the sandy trail, the sound of waves growing louder with each step. When they finally arrived, the sight took their breath away. The ocean stretched out endlessly, its crystal-clear waters shimmering under the bright sunlight. Palm trees swayed lazily in the breeze, and the white sand felt warm beneath their feet.

“Wow,” Yeji murmured, her eyes wide as she took it all in. “This place is… beautiful.”

Ryujin wasted no time kicking off her flip-flops and running toward the water, letting out a loud whoop as she splashed into the waves. Chaeryeong and Yuna followed suit, laughing as they chased after her. Lia, meanwhile, found a spot to lay out a towel and stretch out under the sun, her sunglasses perched on her nose.

Y/n stood at the shoreline, feeling the cool water lap at his feet. He took a deep breath, savoring the salty air. This… this was paradise. But before he could fully relax, he felt a presence beside him. Turning his head, he saw Yeji standing there, her hands clasped behind her back as she gazed out at the horizon.

“You’re not going to join them?” he asked, gesturing toward the others, who were now waist-deep in the water, splashing each other like children.

Yeji shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “Not yet. I like taking my time.” She paused, then added, “Besides, I wanted to talk to you.”

That caught his attention. He turned to face her fully, tilting his head curiously. “Oh? About what?”

Her eyes met his, and for a moment, she seemed to hesitate. But then, she stepped closer, her voice lowering so only he could hear. “About… us. About everything that’s been happening between you and the members.”

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat. So she knows, he thought, though he wasn’t entirely surprised. Yeji was observant, always noticing things others might miss. Still, he stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.

“I’ve seen the way they look at you,” she went on, her tone thoughtful but not accusatory. “And the way you look at them. It’s… intense. Passionate. But I can’t help wondering… where does that leave me?”

Her question hung in the air between them, heavy and loaded. Y/n searched her face, trying to gauge her emotions. Was she jealous? Curious? Something else entirely? Before he could respond, she took another step closer, closing the distance between them.

“I’ve spent so much time being the leader,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “Always making sure everyone else is okay. But sometimes… I just want to be selfish. To have something—someone—for myself.”

Her words sent a shiver down his spine. Without thinking, he reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “Yeji…” he began, but she cut him off.

“Don’t tell me,” she said, her lips curving into a slow, sensual smile. “Show me.”

His breath hitched at the boldness in her gaze, the unspoken challenge. And then, with a subtle shift in her stance, she pressed herself against him, her lips finding his in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. It was different from the playful kisses he’d shared with the others—this one carried a depth, a raw need that left him reeling.

When they finally pulled apart, her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and desire. “Now,” she said, her voice low and sultry, “let’s see if you can keep up with me.”

Without waiting for a response, she turned and began walking along the shoreline, her hips swaying with every step. Y/n stared after her, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn’t know what lay ahead, but one thing was certain: today was going to be anything but ordinary.

Yeji’s hand tightened around Y/n’s as they left the others behind, her long legs carrying them further down the beach. The golden sand shifted beneath their feet, warm from the relentless sun, and the sound of crashing waves grew louder with each step. She glanced over her shoulder at him, her lips curling into a sly grin. “You trust me, don’t you?” she asked, her voice playful but laced with something deeper—something that sent a shiver down his spine.

“Of course,” Y/n replied, though his heart was pounding in his chest. There was an electricity in the air between them, unspoken but undeniable. Yeji had always been the leader, confident and commanding, but now there was a new edge to her demeanor—one that made his throat dry and his palms sweat.

She led him to a hidden cove, its entrance partially shielded by jagged rocks and tall seagrass. The moment they stepped inside, the world seemed to shrink, leaving only the two of them and the rhythmic crash of waves against stone. The cove was bathed in sunlight, the water sparkling like liquid sapphire, and the air was thick with the salty scent of the sea.

Yeji turned to face him, her eyes darkening as she took a step closer. Her fingers brushed against his chest, tracing the line of his collarbone before moving to the buttons of his shirt. “You’re overdressed,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing. One by one, she undid the buttons, her touch deliberate and unhurried. When the last button came undone, she pushed the fabric off his shoulders, letting it fall to the sand. Her hands slid down his chest, her nails grazing his skin lightly, eliciting a soft gasp from him.

Yeji was different, he realized. She wasn’t just seeking pleasure; she wanted control. Every movement, every glance, held a purpose. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “Your turn,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. Her tone was a command, not a suggestion, and Y/n felt his body respond instinctively.

He reached for her, his hands trembling slightly as he gripped the hem of her tank top. She tilted her head, watching him with a mix of amusement and approval as he pulled it over her head. Her swimsuit clung to her curves, the fabric damp from the sea breeze, and Y/n couldn’t help but stare. She smirked, clearly enjoying the effect she had on him, and guided his hands to the clasps of her bikini top. “Go on,” she urged, her voice a sultry purr.

With shaky fingers, he undid the clasps, and the fabric fell away, revealing her perky breasts, the nipples already hardened by the cool air. Yeji let out a soft sigh, arching her back slightly as his hands explored her, tracing the curve of her waist and the swell of her hips. She stepped back, her movements fluid and deliberate, and began to slide her shorts down her legs. Y/n’s breath hitched as she revealed herself fully, her body glistening under the sun.

She approached him again, her hips swaying hypnotically, and pressed herself against him. His hands instinctively went to her waist, gripping her tightly as she ground against him, her heat pressing into his growing hardness. “You’ve been busy with the others,” she said, her voice dripping with mock jealousy. “But today… you’re mine.”

Her lips captured his in a searing kiss, their tongues tangling as she pushed him backward until his knees hit the edge of a smooth rock. She broke the kiss, her eyes locking onto his as she gently pushed him down until he was seated. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she straddled him, her thighs caging his hips. Her hands rested on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Let me show you…” she breathed, “…how I like it.”

Y/n’s hands gripped her hips as she began to move, grinding against him with a rhythm that was both teasing and maddening. Her breath hitched, her lips parting as she threw her head back, sunlight catching the beads of sweat forming on her neck. She was relentless, her movements growing more urgent as she sought her own pleasure, all while keeping him on the edge.

“Yeji…” he groaned, his voice strained with need. Her name escaped his lips like a prayer, and she smiled wickedly, savoring the way he trembled beneath her. She leaned in, capturing his lips once more, her tongue delving deep as her hips continued to move. The sound of the waves echoed around them, blending with their ragged breaths and muffled moans.

Finally, she reached down, her fingers wrapping around his length as she positioned him at her entrance. “Don’t hold back,” she commanded, her voice breaking slightly as she sank down onto him, inch by agonizing inch. Y/n’s hands flew to her hips, gripping her tightly as she took him fully, her walls clamping around him in a vice-like grip. She let out a low, satisfied moan, her body shuddering as she adjusted to his size.

Then, with a slow roll of her hips, she began to ride him, her pace steady and controlled. Her hands roamed over his chest, her nails leaving faint red lines as she moved. Y/n could do nothing but surrender to her rhythm, his groans mingling with hers as the tension between them built.

The heat of the sun above, the cool mist from the waves, and the intensity of her gaze—it was overwhelming, intoxicating. Yeji’s pace quickened, her thighs gripping him tighter as she chased her release. “That’s it…” she gasped, her voice trembling. “Just like that…”

Her climax hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing around him as she cried out, her nails digging into his skin. The sensation of her tightening around him pushed Y/n over the edge, and with a guttural groan, he spilled himself inside her, his vision blurring as waves of pleasure crashed over him.

They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Yeji collapsed against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder as they both tried to catch their breath. The sound of the waves seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the rapid thud of their hearts.

After a moment, Yeji lifted her head, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of satisfaction and something softer—something that made his chest ache. “Not bad,” she murmured, her lips curving into a teasing smile. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Yeji’s lips crashed against Y/n’s with a hunger that left him breathless. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as if she couldn’t get enough of him. “I’ve been waiting for this,” she whispered between kisses, her voice trembling with desire. “Do you know how much I’ve wanted you? How much I’ve needed you?”

Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt himself hardening again beneath her. She shifted her weight slightly, grinding against him as if to remind him of exactly what she was capable of. His hands instinctively found her waist, gripping her tightly as she leaned back just enough to guide his hands higher.

“Touch me,” she murmured, her voice low and commanding. “Love me.”

Her hands moved his until they were cupping her breasts, the softness of her skin a stark contrast to the firmness beneath. Y/n obeyed without hesitation, his fingers sliding over her nipples, teasing them until they hardened under his touch. Yeji’s breath hitched, and she arched her back, pressing herself further into his palms.

“Like that… yes,” she moaned, her head falling back as he leaned forward to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. His tongue swirled around it, coaxing another sharp gasp from her before he bit down gently. The sound she made—half a moan, half a whimper—was almost enough to break his composure entirely.

But Yeji wasn’t done. Her hips rolled against him, her wetness dripping onto his length as she teased him mercilessly. “Fuck me,” she demanded, her voice trembling with need. “I want all of you.”

Y/n didn’t need to be told twice. His hands tightened on her hips as he guided her down onto him, inch by torturous inch. Yeji gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as she took him fully, her walls clenching around him like a vice. For a moment, they stayed still, their breaths mingling as they adjusted to the sensation.

Then, slowly at first, Yeji began to move. Her hips rose and fell in a steady rhythm, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of them. Y/n’s hands roamed her body, tracing every curve as if committing her to memory. He could feel the tension building inside him, but he forced himself to hold on, determined to make this last.

“You feel so good,” Yeji moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop.”

Her plea was all the encouragement he needed. His hands gripped her hips tighter, guiding her movements as he thrust up into her, matching her pace stroke for stroke. The sound of their bodies coming together echoed in the cove, mingling with the crash of the waves against the shore.

Yeji’s thighs trembled as she rode him, her pace quickening as she chased her release. “I’m close,” she gasped, her nails digging into his skin hard enough to leave marks. “So close…”

Y/n could feel her tightening around him, her climax imminent. With a groan, he let go, giving in to the pleasure that had been building inside him. Yeji cried out as she came, her body convulsing around him as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. The sensation pushed him over the edge, and with a guttural groan, he spilled himself inside her, his vision blurring as he gave her everything he had.

They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Yeji rested her forehead against his, her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath. “That was… incredible,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.

Y/n chuckled softly, his hand moving to brush a strand of hair from her face. “You’re incredible,” he replied, his voice hoarse from exertion.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms as the world around them faded away. But then, slowly, Yeji lifted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Round three when we get back to the resort?” she teased, her lips curving into a wicked smile.

Y/n groaned, unable to suppress a laugh. “You’re going to kill me,” he said, though there was no real complaint in his tone.

Yeji just smirked, leaning down to kiss him once more before climbing off him and reaching for her clothes. As she dressed, Y/n couldn’t help but admire the way the sunlight caught her skin, making her glow as if she were something otherworldly. When she was done, she turned to him, holding out a hand to help him up.

Together, they made their way back to the group, their steps slow and leisurely. Ryujin was the first to notice them, her eyes narrowing as she took in their disheveled state. A slow smirk spread across her face, and she nudged Chaeryeong, who was lounging nearby.

“Well, well, look who finally decided to join us,” Ryujin drawled, her tone dripping with amusement. “Enjoy your little walk, Yeji?”

Yeji blushed furiously, but she held her head high, refusing to give Ryujin the satisfaction of seeing her embarrassed. “None of your business,” she shot back, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the way her voice wavered.

Ryujin laughed, clearly enjoying herself. “Oh, I think it’s very much my business. You two look… refreshed.”

Chaeryeong giggled, hiding her face behind her hands as Yuna glanced between them, curiosity shining in her eyes. “What are you talking about?” she asked innocently, though the faint blush on her cheeks suggested she might have an idea.

Ryujin winked at Yuna, her grin widening. “Oh, nothing, baby girl. Just grown-up stuff.”

Yeji groaned, burying her face in her hands as Y/n chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Alright, alright,” he said, trying to diffuse the situation before Ryujin could embarrass Yeji further. “Let’s get back to the resort. I think we could all use some rest.”

As they started walking back, Yeji leaned into him, her voice low so only he could hear. “I meant what I said earlier,” she murmured, her breath warm against his ear. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

Y/n smirked, his hand squeezing her hip gently. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

But even as they walked, he couldn’t shake the feeling that things were far from over. Not with Ryujin’s knowing looks, or the way Yuna kept glancing at him with that same curious expression. And definitely not with the promise Yeji had made about round three…

As they approached the resort, Ryujin fell into step beside him, her smirk never fading. “You know,” she said casually, “if you’re not careful, you’re going to end up spoiling her.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. “And what makes you think I haven’t already?”

Ryujin laughed, shaking her head. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/n. But hey…” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. “If you ever want a little break from Yeji, you know where to find me.”

Before he could respond, she sauntered ahead, leaving him with a teasing wink and a whirlwind of thoughts. Yeji’s grip on his waist tightened, and she shot him a playful glare. “Don’t even think about it,” she warned, though there was no real heat in her tone.

Y/n just smiled, pulling her closer as they stepped into the resort. The day was far from over, and if the looks he was getting from the others were any indication, things were about to get even more interesting…

#Spotify #kpop #kpop x reader #kpop x y/n #x male reader #beautiful #kpop smut #itzy #itzy yeji #hwang yeji #yeji #hwang yeji smut #yeji smut #itzy smut #itzy yeji smut #update

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lilacmingi · 8 months ago

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LATE-NIGHT RAMEN

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Changbin x fem reader

Word count: 930

Note: Just a fluffy imagine about not being able to sleep and making ramen with Changbin 🥺

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The room was quiet, save for the wall-mounted air conditioner which blew a cool breeze towards you and your boyfriend. The sound of your legs shuffling under the sheets accompanied the sound of the air con unit as you tried and failed to find a comfortable position. You'd been squirming around for the last twenty minutes, though you tried not to, you just couldn't seem to get relaxed, and it didn't help that you were hungry. The glowing green numbers on the digital clock stared you down. 1:30 AM. A soundless sigh pushed past your parted lips.

"You awake?" Changbin's voice sounded from behind you on the opposite side of the bed.

"Yeah. You?"

"Yep. I haven't even dozed off."

"I can't get comfortable... and I'm hungry."

"Me too." Changbin chuckled.

You sat up, propped on your elbow as you turned to your boyfriend. "Ramen?"

Though the room was dim, you could see Changbin's face light up at the offer and you knew immediately that he was on board.

The comforter and sheets were flung back as you and your boyfriend slipped from your cotton cocoon to shuffle soundlessly down the hall and into the kitchen. Changbin made a beeline for the pantry while you pulled out a pot from the cabinet, the both of you working together to start preparing the late-night snack.

"You probably want a whole pack don't you?"

Just as the question left your lips, Changbin set down two packs of Shin ramen—a classic go-to for most people who lived in Korea. You chuckled softly, getting some water in the pot to start boiling.

Changbin stood by you, staring almost dazedly at the water, waiting for it to boil. He blinked languidly, leaning over to rest his head on your shoulder.

Once the water started to bubble, you tore open the packs of ramen and dropped the dried noodles into the pot.

Changbin hummed softly, beginning to sway the both of you side to side, your hands came up to rest on his forearms that were looped around your middle, chuckling lightly while he rocked from one side to the other.

Not a second later, you felt the sensation of his soft lips just under your ear, his fluffy and wavy mop of hair tickling your cheek. A shiver was suppressed as he trailed a couple more kisses further down, ravishing your sensitive skin with gentle pecks.

"What are you doing?" You questioned through small giggles.

"Passing time." He murmured, dropping another kiss to the crook of your neck. "Am I not allowed to kiss my girlfriend?"

A small smirk played at the corner of your lips.

"Of course you're allowed." You responded, bringing a hand up to brush through his fluffy locks.

Changbin hummed against your skin, his arms tightening around your waist in response to your gentle and loving actions.

You grabbed a pair of chopsticks and poked around at the noodles, separating them as they softened, adding in the packets of seasoning and dried ingredients.

"Mmm. Smells good." Changbin murmured.

"It's almost done."

After just a couple short minutes, the noodles were ready to eat. As if he could sense that it was time, Changbin grabbed a couple bowls from the cabinet, holding them as you filled each one with the steaming noodles. He wasted no time taking them to the table with some chopsticks for each of you.

Changbin took a large bite of ramen, reacting quite dramatically to the taste, groaning and leaning back in his chair. You giggled, always enjoying his enthusiastic responses to food.

"It hits the spot, doesn't it?" You asked with a grin, taking a bite of your own noodles.

He nodded eagerly in response.

A quietness fell over the kitchen, the silence punctuated by soft slurping sounds as you and Changbin chowed down on your snack, though it could hardly be classified as such. It was more like a meal.

You momentarily watched as your boyfriend ate, his already soft-looking cheeks appearing rounder as he enjoyed his food. There was something endearing and wholesome about Changbin eating.

"What?" Said man asked when he noticed you staring.

"Nothing. It's just cute watching you eat."

He gave a chuckle, that sideways smirk that you loved so much making an appearance. "What's so cute about it?"

You gave a shrug. "It just makes me feel warm inside, that's all."

He chuckled, his ears tinting pink at your words. Despite how he often admired his muscles and was proud of his physique, Changbin had some trouble accepting compliments of any kind even though you were constantly showering him in them. You merely gave a breathy chortle and proceeded with eating the remainder of your ramen.

Standing at the sink, you rinsed out the dishes you and Changbin had used, not wanting to leave them overnight to deal with the following day.

"You tired yet?" You asked your boyfriend while drying your hands off, sparing a glance at the digital clock on the stove. 2:00 AM.

"No." He giggled.

"Neither am I, but we should probably go back to bed anyway."

"And lie in there awake and unable to sleep?" Changbin frowned. "Why don't we just watch TV for a bit? We can watch an episode of that show we've been binging together."

His offer was tempting and you only had to think about it for a handful of seconds before agreeing to his proposition.

"Alright. One episode."

A part of you knew you it wouldn't be just one episode, but you didn't mind.

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twinsunstars · 9 months ago

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Omega: *crawling in the walls to try and find ways to escape* Hemlock in his office: *trying to work but hears small noises above him, looking up and thinking its just the air conditioner* *the sounds get louder with Omega crawling and banging the walls with her hands, making Hemlock call for Scorch* Hemlock: There’s something in the vents! *Scorch and the others check but find nothing, Omega managing to slip past them* Omega: *continues to mess with Hemlock and make noises in the vents to freak him out, managing to never be found* Emerie: *often hears Omega going through the vents but lets her freak Hemlock out*

part of a new incorrect quotes series, Tales From Mount Tantiss!

Tales from Mount Tantiss Incorrect Quotes Masterlist

#she roams through the walls of tantiss #i had a thought of what if she's tried this before #he'd start getting less sleep if he even sleeps at all #star wars #the bad batch #the bad batch omega #royce hemlock #commander scorch #emerie karr #tbb #the bad batch season 3 #sw tbb #tbb s3 #sw tbb s3 #star wars the bad batch #star wars tbb #tbb omega

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jenroses · 17 days ago

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Still more applied fork theory:

Problem: Sitting at a computer is Bad For Me for a variety of reasons, including back problems caused by arthritis/EDS/scoliosis, clotting risk caused by genetic clotting disorder, fatigue caused by ME/CFS. Also I have migraines and sensory issues and really need to control the light around me.

Solution: Instead of using a chair/desk setup, I use the following:

A twin XL adjustable bed (I got mine from Amazon but the quality has been so-so, I ended up needing to prop part of it up on jack stands because the legs were not Up To The Task. The motor is good? IDK, shop around.)

With a cheap extra firm memory foam mattress

a softer memory foam topper (very cheap: I ordered a queen and cut it into 2 pieces, one for my wheelchair and one for the bed)

Tencel bedsheets (sensory GOOD, Brielle are not terribly expensive)

1 overstuffed memory foam bits pillow that came with the mattress covered with a dark colored tencel pillowcase goes under the mouse hand

2 squishmallows, one under my knees and one that goes between me and the bedrail to support my elbow (the big ones from costco)

A squishy memory foam travel U-shaped pillow for my neck to keep it well aligned (cheap cheap cheap)

And a bedrail that straps around the bedframe to hold it in place.

My kids mounted a rail system to the ceiling and we hung blackout curtains from it, so I can shut out all external light if need be. This was surprisingly inexpensive.

In the winter, I use one of those big old fake sheepskin rugs from costco under my head and shoulders for cozy. And sometimes an electric blanket.

The room is air conditioned with a window air conditioner, and I have a remote

There is an air filter running 24/7 in this room because I spend so much time here and am allergic to my cats who I love very much.

This bed is next to the wall, daybed style. The computer setup is as follows:

A desktop computer on a shelf. I built the computer in a dark case with no RGB parts and did not plug in the LED front panel sensors.

A monitor on a monitor arm.

A metal shelf that mounts between the monitor and the monitor arm that I attached my speakers and webcam to.

Another shelf above it for miscellany.

A little basket over my shoulder for sundries

A gooseneck clamp for my phone mounted to the shelf (I have one of these upstairs mounted to my headboard, too. They're very easy to move the clamp, very secure, and sturdy as heck.)

A Logitech k360 wireless keyboard rests on my belly (and sometimes on a pillow on my belly if my wrists are being tetchy)

I use a vertical mouse (sometimes Jellycomb, currently this one) on the stiff pillow next to me. The wrist position is extremely neutral. I set my mouse sensitivity to high so I don't have to move my wrist very much.

I use Edifier noise canceling headphones when I need to block out extraneous sound

creative pebbles speakers and a Logitech c920 webcam, but that's not mission critical

To make it easier to turn my computer on and off, I got a magnetic button to stick to the side of the case so I can reach better from the bed.

This puts my whole body in a neutral, optimal circulation position where the monitor is well aligned to my head and neck and my hands and wrists are aligned and supported and I need to expend minimal energy when at the computer. Everything is close at hand and I can easily control my environment for light, temperature and sound. I raise the knees and head of the bed to a "zero g" position and use the squishmallows and pillows to further support things as needed. The wireless keyboard and mouse are very helpful.

For me, the logitech k360 is a combination of lightweight, relatively small while still being "full size", light touch, and "soft clicky" as well as widely available and cheap as fuck. It's also pretty resilient to being dropped or spilled on, and if it does break, it's cheap and fast to replace at a nearby store same-day. Preferences for keyboards are highly individual, this one just works very well for me. When my hands and shoulders were bad due to RA, I got two of them and (using both dongles plugged into separate USB ports) put one under each hand in the most neutral positions possible for a cheap-ass version of a split keyboard. Two of these are half the cost of most split keyboards.

This pic is from before we put up the blackout curtains. Yes, that's the fridge behind my head.

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delladeena5 · 2 years ago

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Guide to how air conditioning works. The Air Conditioning Company answer all your questions on the principle of how air conditioners function.

#wall-mounted air conditioners #wall-mounted AC unit

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ahorononline1 · 1 month ago

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7 Creative Ideas for Using Smart Plugs at Home

Smart plugs are one of the most versatile tools for home automation. They allow you to control your devices remotely, schedule their operation, and even save energy. But beyond their basic functionality, smart plugs can be used in creative ways to make life more convenient, efficient, and fun. Here are seven innovative ideas to inspire your smart home journey.

1. Automate Your Morning Routine

Start your day off right by using a smart plug to power up essential morning appliances. For example, schedule your coffee maker to brew coffee just before you wake up or turn on a bedside lamp to create a gradual wake-up light.

How to Set It Up:

Use the app associated with your smart plug to set a timer for your coffee maker or lamp.

Pair your plug with a virtual assistant like Alexa for hands-free voice control.

2. Enhance Your Home Security

Smart plugs can make your home look occupied even when you’re away, deterring potential intruders. Program lights to turn on and off at random intervals or sync with a home security routine.

How to Set It Up:

Schedule lamps in different rooms to switch on at dusk and off at bedtime.

Use smart plugs for outdoor lights to keep your home’s exterior well-lit.

3. Simplify Holiday Decorations

Make the holiday season less stressful by automating your decorative lights. With a smart plug, you can turn on your Christmas tree lights or outdoor displays with just a tap on your phone.

How to Set It Up:

Use the app to create schedules for your holiday lights.

Set a festive routine so all your decorations light up simultaneously.

4. Manage Energy Usage

Smart plugs help monitor the energy consumption of connected devices. You can identify which appliances consume the most power and make informed decisions to save on electricity bills.

How to Set It Up:

Connect energy-intensive appliances like heaters or air conditioners to a smart plug.

Use the app’s energy monitoring feature to track and adjust usage patterns.

5. Create a Smart Home Theater

Transform your living room into a cinema-like experience by synchronizing your entertainment devices. Use smart plugs to power your TV, sound system, and ambient lighting with a single command.

How to Set It Up:

Plug all your entertainment devices into smart plugs.

Group them in your app and activate them with one tap or voice command.

6. Control Hard-to-Reach Appliances

Many homes have outlets that are difficult to access, like those behind furniture or mounted high on walls. Smart plugs allow you to control these devices effortlessly.

How to Set It Up:

Connect your devices to a smart plug.

Use the app to turn them on or off without moving heavy furniture.

7. Automate Pet Care

Smart plugs can make pet care easier by automating devices like food dispensers, water fountains, or heating pads. Ensure your furry friends are cared for even when you’re away.

How to Set It Up:

Plug your pet’s devices into a smart plug.

Schedule feeding times or set reminders to refill water dispensers.

Conclusion

Smart plugs offer endless possibilities to enhance your home’s functionality and comfort. From automating your morning coffee to improving home security, these devices make life easier in countless ways. For the best performance, consider using the best echo smart plug, which combines reliability with advanced features. Start exploring creative ways to use smart plugs today and take your home automation to the next level!

#Smart Plugs

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acceleracers-baby · 1 year ago

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Acceleracers HC’s - How they sleep! Metal Maniac Edition!

Metal Maniacs

(Taro Kitano, Tork Maddox, Monkey McClurg, Porkchop Riggs & Markie Wylde)

+Bonus Round

(Doctor Tezla & Lani Tam)

Metal Maniacs

Taro Kitano - Taro strikes me as the kind of guy who could fall asleep anywhere. Back a few years ago when he was still traveling around a lot he used to be a BIG camping gear geek. He hiked up Mount Everest twice in style. When he’s sleeping at home in his own bed he definitely has some nice silk sheets though. No one who ski’s down Mount Everest TWICE sleeps on shitty sheets. A few years ago he used to have a wild sleep schedule, but now that he’s joined the Metal Maniacs and not traveling around as much, he’s developed more healthy sleeping habits. Before he goes to bed, he turns the lights down and mainly uses scented candles to keep his room lit. It’s practical. Keeps his room smelling nice and warm light is better for nighttime.

Tork Maddox - Tork sleeps slightly propped up. At LEAST two pillows under him at all times. He also seems like the type to keep his room cold as fuck but have like three big flannel blankets to keep him warm. Tork SNORES. He straight up sounds like a grizzly bear. On top of that he usually falls asleep with the TV on. Occasionally, he has the sense of mind to turn it off or at least put it on mute, but after Tone’s passing, he is frequently plagued by nightmares. The TV helps, but what helps more is the fact that he gets into journaling. Even if he just writes down a sentence or two it helps.

Monkey McClurg - Not only does Monkey sleep walk, but he also sleep talks. He has had full on conversations with people while dead asleep and not remember a single thing the next morning. Porkchop once caught him fixing up his car at like three in the morning while babbling about some kind of new suspension system he wanted to implement. Usually all it takes to get him back to bed is to just tell him that he’s asleep, but sometimes he argues. It never lasts long though. When he does end up back in bed he’s usually there for the rest of the night.

Porkchop Riggs - Obviously we know he sleeps with a stuffed pig, but I raise you that he also sleeps with a flying pig night light. It was something Mama Chop got him after his father drowned. He was very prone to night terrors at that time. They’ve gotten better, but he’s just so used to sleeping with it now it feels wrong to take it out of the wall. Porkchop gets his best sleep when his window air conditioner unit kicks on. Something about the loud rattling and cool air reminds him of when he was a kid. Adversely he doesn’t sleep at all when it storms. It reminds him of the night he lost his father.

Markie Wylde - Mark sleeps curled up tight. At least one of his legs is tucked up towards his chest and he’s usually holding on tight to a pillow. He never sleeps with his back to the door. He also never sleeps around people he’s not 100% comfortable around. Mark always has a really hard time sleeping in beds that aren’t his own. He barely got any sleep the first week he was in prison, and when he got out, it was the same. It takes him at least three days now to acclimate to sleeping in places he’s unfamiliar with. When he does sleep he doesn’t really snore but he does make noise. Loud sniffles, grunts, and occasionally he’ll grind his teeth.

Bonus Round

Doctor Tezla - Idle hands are the devils work. There is so much to explore, so much to research, but there are also so few hours in the day. Gig quite literally has to force Tezla to go to sleep most days. He’s just so stressed about…well everything that it’s nearly impossible to fall asleep on his own. At first he tried general over the counter melatonin, but that proved to be less than effective so he got a prescription for something stronger. Gig reminds him to take it most nights, but occasionally Lani has to get involved, reminding him that he won’t be able to continue his work if he dies due to severe sleep deprivation. He’s stubborn, but not stupid.

Lani Tam - The shit that this poor woman has to deal with… When Lani decides it’s time for bed, she refuses to be disturbed. She drinks a nice hot tea with honey, reads a few chapters from a good book, and throws on a sleep mask before promptly passing out. Before any of that though she usually indulges in a scalding hot bath. If her skin isn’t a different shade by the time she gets out, she doesn’t want it. Occasionally, if she can’t sleep, she’ll fall asleep watching something that doesn’t take a whole lot of brain power. Something like Survivor or Hells Kitchen.

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brokenmusicboxwolfe · 7 months ago

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Sorry about this. I dunno why I even wrote any of it.

It was just a typical day…

In the middle of rushing around doing chores I found out my brother will soon need me to go take care of Mom for a bit. I can’t get ahold of the woman who fed the animals last time, and in fact she hasn’t been responding to me for almost a month. No one else says they can do it. I have to do over 100 miles away, so I have to have somebody, but I have no one to ask.

The power outage made me discover a potential problem from vines threatening the place the power connects to our electrical building (we have not just a house but four other buildings with power). Vines thicker than my arm had grown up nearby trees, and a fallen limb left dangling in the tangle had pulled them down within reach of the power. Oh boy are the vines trying! It’s too high up to cut from above, obviously, so I needed to cut the vines where they go up the trees.

Lots of vines. Lots and lots of vines. And I had to cut some of them while scrambling across scrap from our fiberglassing business.

I got too hot, misjudging the weather as it went up to a heat index of 101F.

And then it rained. Good to FINALLY get rain. It would start the exact moment I was sitting down by Ryoga’s to call Mom. It was so little rain it was still dusty in Ryoga’s lot, but the book I’ve been reading Mom (Soul Music) got wet.

While it rained, and after Mom’s call, I went to the other house to get some stuff done inside. Something stopped me from everything I tried. Need a tool or something. Have to do this or that first, but not knowing how. Having all the lanterns have fading batteries, so I couldn’t see. (The curse of a house without electricity)

Discover a branch rubbing on Mom’s roof, pulling up the tin in the corner. (Tin roof directly on beams, not even insulation, so pull it up and you got no roof at all. The joys of cheap late 19th century southern construction) We are talking way up high, and even the pole saw would have to be used from the porch roof.

I’ve disassembled the pole saw and lost the bolts. I only did this a month or so ago after I had to move stuff at my brother’s demand. It had spent years along the stairs where I could get it, and now I need it again.

The porch roof is leaking. I can’t figure out where.

My finger, torn up from the blister incident, still won’t bend. It makes everything harder.

I had a breathing attack. I hate that rainy days often do.

I went back to work on the jungle around the electrical building and discovered the door open a bit, enough for someone to get in. I suspect someone has been in there. Some tools had been left in the doorway and were ruined.

Wanting to lock the door (a bit late I admit) I got to work on the vines in the way. It still wouldn’t shut, with a hinge not on right.

Cutting more stuff I got poked in the eye. Yes, AGAIN! And it was my good eye damn it. I’m hurting like crazy still all these hours later, and my vision is all blurry.

I kept working. Hours of work. My shirt was so sweaty it seemed like I was going for the “wet t-shirt contest” look.

I stopped working because it was getting late enough the animals were throwing a for for their supper. I was glad for a swim before it was too dark, but the dogs barking got me out. The thieves still had me jumpy, half expecting more intruders. The dogs just wanted attention, but I got in poison ivy with my bare legs.

The house was hot. The little wall mounted air conditioner can only do so much. Even to sleep I have to have a fan too to keep it below sweating levels. I HATE being hot.

Thank goodness I could eat cold leftovers. Neither my stove nor microwave work right, and using a burner that has decided to only go “inferno” or “off” and an oven that always takes exactly double any recipe’s cook time wouldn’t be fun in a hot house.

I pulled four ticks of me that were already biting.

My bad ankle finally gave out from being on it for hours, and I was limping.

I tripped on one of the planks across a hole in the floor, turning my ankle.

I discovered my left hand hurt too much to carry even a jug of milk. Weird, but Owwwwww!

I also realized that all the blisters on my fingers and hands have now hardened up so instead of hurting it now feels like I’m wearing thick rubber gloves.

It was too late to watch a movie. I couldn’t sculpt because the only sculpey I have left is nearly unusable, and besides my hands are wrecked. I am starting to miss sculpting, and seriously worry that my most recent utter disaster will be the one I go out on for good.

My ipad decided it didn’t want to connect to the internet. Which is just as well as I find myself getting angry a lot lately.

I tried writing in my journal. I was tired and distracted and my eye wasn’t helping. It was a messy, near unreadable, scrawl with much marked out and the most ridiculous spelling mistakes. I didn’t care and barely had any thoughts anyway.

Nony curled up on my lap. He was scratching fleas, then I had fleas. And still let him lie there, because when I said his name he turned his head up at me, snuggled against my chest, and meowed a little reply without ever opening his eyes. Dang it, why does he have to love me AND be so cute? I was now trapped by the cat, unable to get up to do the stuff I needed to do before bed.

I am sooo sleepy, and I was already yawning all day, yet I wrote this! As usual I planned to write three sentences about my stupid without rambling, useless day and failed completely.

Geez, I’m sure anyone else could do better with my life. Go places, do things, have friends. Get things done. Not hurt themselves all the damn time. Get to bed before midnight at the very least.

#my day #rambles #Seriously why did I write all this?#my brain isn’t working obviously #I need sleep #if only my eye would stop hurting!

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