#home Security Systems Design

[paxtonvaldovinos]

Smart Home Solutions at Palm Beach Audio Visions

At Palm Beach Audio Visions (PBAV), we are passionate about delivering exceptional audio visual, home automation, lighting, and technology integration solutions for residential and commercial projects. From the initial concept to the final system deployment, we are dedicated to ensuring that projects are completed on time and within budget while exceeding industry standards for quality. Our team of experienced professionals brings a wealth of expertise in the high-end market and a strong focus on building lasting relationships with our clients. Feel free to visit us!

[europalocks-blog]

Convenience

Keyless Entry: smart lock eliminates the need for physical keys. You can unlock door with a smartphone app, a key fob, or even through biometric methods like fingerprints.

Remote Access: many smart locks allow you to unlock your door remotely, which is useful if you need to grant access to someone while you’re away.

Enhanced Security

Access Logs: Smart locks can provide detailed logs of who entered and when, adding an extra layer of monitoring and control.

Temporary access codes: you can create temporary or one-time access codes for guest’s service providers or other, ensuring that only authorized individuals can enter.

Integration with smart home systems

Automation: smart locks can integrate with home automation systems, allowing for seamless control along with other smart devices

Voice control: many smart locks are compatible with voice assistant like amazon alexa, google assistant enabling hands-free operation.

Improved Accessibility

For Those with Mobility issues: smart locks can be easier to operate for people with disabilities or mobility issues, as they often offer touchless or simplified access method.

No more Lockouts: with keyless entry the chances of locking out are significantly reduced, which is especially helpful in busy or stressful situations.

Durability and reliability:

Weather Resistant: many smart locks are designed or withstands various weather condition, making them suitable for external doors,

Battery Backup: most smart locks are battery operated with a backup power source, ensuring they remain functional even during power outages.

Ease of Management

Centralized control: if you have multiple smart devices, managing them through a single app can streamlined operations and make home management more efficient.

Auto Lock Feature: Some smart locks come with auto-lock functions that ensure the door locks automatically after a set period, enhancing security.

Customizable Access Options

Personalization: Users can set different levels of access for family members, friends or service providers and easily modify or revoke permission as needed.

Is it worth the investment?

Initial Cost: smart locks typically have a higher upfront cost compared to traditional locks; however, this cost may be offset by the convenience and security features they provide.

Ongoing costs: some smart locks may require subscription fees for advanced features or cloud services, so it’s important to factor in these potential ongoing expenses.

Technology Dependence: Relying on technology means you’ll need to stay updated on software updates and ensure your devices are compatible with your smart lock.

Overall if you value convenience enhanced security and integration with smart home systems a smart lock can be a worthwhile investment. It’s important to assess your specific needs and budget to determine if the benefits align with your lifestyle and preferences.

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[uniqueinterior]

Top Interior Designer Company in Noida-Unique Interior & Renovation

At Unique Interior & Renovation, we understand that your home or office is a reflection of your personality and style. Our experienced and creative team of designers takes the time to understand your vision, preferences, and requirements, For more information visit us- at https://galaxywebtech.com/profile/unique-interior/3

[monicaharris578]

5 Tips for Maintaining a Home Decor Budget

Whether you are designing a single room or an entire house, it should be a fun process. However, the one factor that could make it less enjoyable is money.

1. Establish expectations right away. The price of high-quality carpets frequently surprises people, particularly in areas where larger-than-normal stock sizes are required. For this reason, it's crucial to include a list of any accessories you desire right away. It all boils down to establishing clear expectations and educating customers at every stage of the procedure.

2. Talk openly and honestly with your designer. By having this discussion up front, you can prevent sticker shock in the client and keep your process moving ahead. It is best to conduct as much research as possible before beginning your project because it will enable you to monitor the costs of potential inclusions.

3. Spend less on trends. It's difficult to resist being influenced by trends these days, but when working on projects, you should make sure you are constantly considering how to create a home that will never go out of style. Invest in classic, well-made furniture that provides cozy, luxurious taste without breaking the bank. Invest in cove home security system to protect your family and property.

4. money to every phase. Limit project scope wisely and finish it in phases if necessary to guarantee interior design budget adherence. It's easier to deal with if you stick to a budget for each step. Preserve a reasonable schedule, act promptly to prevent delays, and promote economical and successful design results.

5. Acquire as many quotes as possible to be realistic. Make sure you do your homework, gather estimates from various sources, and always include a contingency in your budget for unforeseen and unforeseen expenses. Being realistic is the key to creating and adhering to a budget. Always set aside a small amount extra for indulgences.

The secret is to know exactly what you want and to research pricing beforehand so that your project may proceed as smoothly and, ideally, within your budget.

[veronicabohnert98]

On Balancing Life and Work To Home Interiors: 6 Suggestions

Every new homeowner faces the problem of juggling the various functions of their apartment. For a work-from-home employee, the interior design had to convey the coziness and elegance of a desired home.

1.Give your bedrooms a touch of luxury and personality. The private areas of the house are more varied in style and contain more unique accents. The primary bedroom's exquisitely textured Schumacher grasscloth wallcovering, which envelops the space, and the 1940s Danish mohair sofa, which cheerfully offers a pop of color next to the ancient rug from Nola Rugs, are guaranteed to captivate anybody searching for unique bedroom ideas.

2. Use vibrant and imaginative space design. It takes a little daring, but as Hattie demonstrates, making the most of limited space is crucial, especially in a part-time household. An excellent illustration can be seen in the great room's seating area, where a teal sofa and two cream armchairs complement the room's artworks in complementary hues.

3. Make sure everyone is settled in comfortably. Since the homeowner occasionally needs to accommodate 12 coworkers around the Villa Vici dining table for meetings, a dining room design for this area of the great room had to function as a home office idea. An antique sideboard from Fireside Antiques serves as a more conventional and homely setting. Installing a cove smart devices helps even more secure and feeling homely to be productive at work.

4. Include fun and eccentric elements. Remember the entertaining aspects. While it may be a small alcove setup, the designer's decision to include a home bar adds a level of sophistication to the pied-a-terre and lends a stylish and enjoyable element for entertaining guests as well as for private moments spent with family.

5. Make a statement with your entrance. The designer took the foyer far beyond the concept of a lock-up-and-leave with the addition of the luxurious gold wallcovering, an antique runner, a mirror, and a 19th-century commode from Dop Antiques, which was topped with a lamp from Visual Comfort. Now, this is a quaint and inviting area.

6. In multipurpose areas, go for a simple kitchen design. Keeping your kitchen ideas simple and uncluttered is a good idea in an open-concept living, kitchen, and dining area, especially in an apartment like this where there are some eye-catching, highly ornamental features. A minimalist white kitchen maintains flair without taking away from the apartment's corporate office aspect.

A blend of warmth and modernity, together with a hint of antiques, were the desired aesthetics, but it was also important that the interiors complement the building's unique architectural style.

[lenoracarter98]

Harmony on the Plate: Crafting a Unique Path to a Healthy Diet

Embarking on a journey towards a healthier lifestyle often begins with mindful choices in our healthy eating. Here's a concise exploration of the essence of a healthy diet:

1. Nutrient-Rich Choices

A healthy diet centers around consuming nutrient-rich foods, including a variety of fruits, vegetables, whole grains, lean proteins, and healthy fats.

2. Portion Control

Practicing portion control ensures a balanced intake of calories, preventing overconsumption and supporting weight management goals.

3. Hydration Integration

Incorporating adequate water intake complements a healthy diet, supporting digestion, nutrient absorption, and overall bodily functions.

4. Colorful Plate Palette

Creating a vibrant and colorful plate by including a spectrum of fruits and vegetables ensures a diverse range of essential vitamins and minerals.

5. Mindful Eating Habits

Embracing mindful eating habits, such as savoring each bite, chewing slowly, and recognizing hunger cues, fosters a healthier relationship with food.

6. Balanced Macronutrients

Striking a balance between carbohydrates, proteins, and fats ensures a well-rounded diet that meets the body's energy and nutritional needs.

7. Moderation in Treats

Allowing occasional treats in moderation contributes to a sustainable and enjoyable approach to maintaining a healthy diet.

8. Customization to Individual Needs

Recognizing individual nutritional needs and preferences allows for the customization of a healthy diet that aligns with personal goals and lifestyles.

By weaving these principles into daily dietary choices, individuals can cultivate a unique and sustainable path towards a healthier, more balanced life. That is why you need Cove Security.

[fanaticalthings]

I really like the idea of the bat kids designating Dick and Jason's apartments as sibling gathering spots but for opposite reasons.

Sibling needs some comfort? Some eldest daughter advice? A shoulder to cry on or just a lil getaway spot from the chaos of Gotham? Dick's apartment is perfect.

But if a batkid wants to complain, maybe wants to talk shit about Bruce, or maybe even wants to discuss a lil felony in a judgement free zone? Jason's place it is.

And I like to imagine that while Dick readily keeps his doors open and reminds anyone that they can drop by anytime, it's the opposite for Jason.

Dude's got his place riddled with traps and locked up to the high heavens. He makes it obvious he doesn't want visitors, and vaguely insinuates that there are bombs rigged somewhere in his apartment so there's a always a 50/50 chance you might get blown up if he's feeling particularly bitchy one day.

But does that stop his siblings? Absolutely not. Unlike Dick (who assigns himself as the guiding older brother), Jason has been forcefully labelled as the older sibling you go to if you need to complain and stir up havoc. The hundreds of traps in his place mean nothing. And it's worse because Jason is never prepared for when someone drops in.

-----

[Jason, 3 hours into his sleep, blearily waking up to a weight on his chest at 4am]:

[Damian, perched atop him, eyes dead-centre locked onto Jason without blinking]: Hello, Todd-stop screaming it is unbecoming-I just came to tell you that father won't allow me to adopt another stray I found on patrol.

Jason, half-asleep and like 70% sure he's hallucinating: Wha-

Damian: I need you to blow up his car.

Jason:

-----

[Jason, arriving home after a 6 hour patrol, exhausted out of his mind, turning on the lights]:

[Stephanie, previously baking brownies in the pitch black darkness before Jason arrived]: Oh hey! Just thought I'd drop by, y'know, for fun.

Jason: Bruce yelled at you again.

Stephanie: Bruce yelled at me again.

And yes, while most of the time, it ends up as wholesome sibling bonding, sometimes the other batkids just feel like inconveniencing Jason just whenever, because what are siblings for?

[Jason waking up and seeing all of his traps and security systems disarmed and very deliberately broken in a way where he'll have to replace all of them instead of being able to reactivate them]:

[Jason, immediately dialing his phone angrily]: Tim, I swear to GOD-

-----

[Jason giving himself a rest-day and cooking some meals]:

[Dick somersaulting in through the open window unannounced (he missed his brother)]: Whatcha up to, littlewing? :>

Jason: GET OUT-

-----

[Jason casually reading a book, feeling a sudden chill up his spine]:

[Cassandra standing in the corner without so much as an exhale, watching Jason intensely. Who knows how long she's been there]:

Jason: Are you here to kill me

Cass:

Jason: Just make it quick.

[ralfmaximus]

Recall is designed to use local AI models to screenshot everything you see or do on your computer and then give you the ability to search and retrieve anything in seconds. There’s even an explorable timeline you can scroll through. Everything in Recall is designed to remain local and private on-device, so no data is used to train Microsoft’s AI models. Despite Microsoft’s promises of a secure and encrypted Recall experience, cybersecurity expert Kevin Beaumont has found that the AI-powered feature has some potential security flaws. Beaumont, who briefly worked at Microsoft in 2020, has been testing out Recall over the past week and discovered that the feature stores data in a database in plain text.

Holy cats, this is way worse than we were told.

Microsoft said that Recall stored its zillions of screenshots in an encrypted database hidden in a system folder. Turns out, they're using SQLite, a free (public domain) database to store unencrypted plain text in the user's home folder. Which is definitely NOT secure.

Further, Microsoft refers to Recall as an optional experience. But it's turned on by default, and turning it off is a chore. They buried it in a control panel setting.

They say certain URLs and websites can be blacklisted from Recall, but only if you're using Microsoft's Edge browser! But don't worry: DRM protected films & music will never get recorded. Ho ho ho.

This whole debacle feels like an Onion article but it's not.

Luckily(?) Recall is currently only available on Windows 11, but I fully expect Microsoft to try and shove this terrible thing onto unsuspecting Win10 users via Update.

Stay tuned...

[reidmotif]

Check Your Window (He's At Your Window)

Summary: Reader discovers her window faces into the apartment of her very attractive building neighbor, Spencer. She's willing to do anything for his attention. He's willing to reward her for her efforts.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: voyeurism, lingerie, masturbation, slight dubcon (but for like 5 seconds i swear), nipple play, penetrative sex, apartment break-in.

Word Count: 3.9 k

Masterlist

It’s natural to believe you’re safe in your place of residency. You’re given locks, blinds, a security gate- all measures designed to invoke a false illusion of privacy. Of course, there are defects that no one can plan for that have the ability to shatter this illusion. 

Mine happened to be a badly placed window. 

Finding this apartment felt akin to love at first sight. It sounds dramatic, but I’m serious. Do you know how horrific real estate is these days? But when my eyes came upon piano oak flooring, the soft light of the day streaming onto a marble island, and of course, an in-home washer/dryer system, I was sold. 

Due to my inherent awkwardness around meeting strangers,  and lack of overt charm, I’d never been one to initiate introductions with my neighbors. I moved in quietly, packing up my life into neat little boxes and dispersing them throughout the emptiness of my new space. It was only then, when I realized a strangely placed window that seemed to fall exactly where I’d wanted my bed to be. 

And while examining my outlandish situation, I saw him. 

I didn’t want to assume he’d been watching me. I wasn’t paranoid like that. Nevertheless, I didn’t want to give off the aura of, for lack of better words, a creep,  so the quick aversion of my eyes from his gaze felt instinctual. Curiosity won over me a millisecond later, though, and against my better judgment, I quietly peered into the window again, wondering if the man in the glass had slipped away, or had looked away from where our eyes met last. 

What I hadn’t anticipated, however, was to be met with the unflinching stare of his eyes, far from concerned with how he came off, holding his gaze with an almost disconcerting and defiant presence. 

He gave me a subtle nod, before walking away, disappearing from view. I was left feeling.. unsettled. But also strangely thrilled. There was a certain peculiarity in knowing you were susceptible to an audience at any given moment. I vaguely recalled social facilitation as a possible explanation as to why the concept roused me the way it did, but whatever it was, I didn’t feel compelled to attach curtains or any kind of barrier to avoid the phenomenon. 

While my thoughts occasionally drifted to the man, I didn’t actually know anything about him. He lived in the building beside mine, so we didn’t even share so much as a landlord. I truly never expected to gain any insight on him besides the location of his domicile in relation to mine, and the thought didn’t bother me by any means.  I was completely fine with letting our connection stay as severed as it was. 

Fate, on the other hand, had other ideas. 

I found myself a few weeks later, struggling with an overstuffed grocery bag in front of my building, and in a terrible game of mismanaged weight and the flimsiness of grocery-store plastic, my bag gave way, scattering the contents of it across the ground. Further misfortune plagued me, as the bag in question had been holding a good pound of lemons, that rolled quite far from where I’d been standing. I immediately dropped to the ground, trying to gather up the ones by my feet in my arms, and noticed a presence nearby doing the same and bringing the runaway citrus to me. I was thankful, and was ready to express my gratitude to the helpful samaritan, until I saw a flash of recognition collectively pass over our faces as we made eye contact. 

Him. The man in the window. 

“You dropped these.” He says, his voice a little quieter than I’d expected from him, and I nod. 

“Yeah, no. It’s these bags. Not really equipped to hold a pound of lemons.” I say, trying to gather the rest to my chest, our eyes still trained on the other. 

“Can I ask why a pound of lemons?” He asks, a sort of playful lilt in his voice. 

“Lemonade.” I say, almost immediately. 

There’s a bit of confusion that flashes over his face. “Are you making a joke?” He replies, furrowing his brows a bit. 

I realize that my response might’ve come off as too deadpan, and I shake my head to correct his misconception. “Oh, no. I’m serious.” I say, offering a grin.  “I love lemonade. There’s a work party I’m attending, and I offered to make some for the office. Hence, the lemons.” I continued, gesturing at the aforementioned fruit, and feeling myself ramble slightly, but it didn’t seem to offend the recipient. 

“That.. is a surprisingly normal response, given the situation.” The man says, nodding. “I love lemonade too.” He adds. 

There’s a bit of silence as we both picked up lemons together, the man more focused than I on the task. I took the oppurtuinity within the lull of our conversation to truly examine the man, finally no longer separated by a pane of glass, and my observations all seemed to point towards one glaringly obvious conclusion. 

The man in the window was hot.

He appeared older than me, yet his age did nothing to diminish the beauty of his features. His doe-like eyes seemed to shine with the same curiosity that I felt towards him. His hair was a bit longer than I’d expect from a man his age, but it suited him. The smooth slope of his nose had a certain charm to it, and his cheekbones were impossibly sharp. I wanted to run my thumb over the bone, and kiss him senseless until we could barely remember our own names. 

“I’m (Y/N). You’re free to come over.” I say, a little more rushed than I’d wanted to. “For the lemonade, of course.” I add, trying to not drop the ball when it came to inviting this gorgeous man over to my apartment. 

“Spencer.” He replies, offering his name to me. “I'll keep it in mind.” He says, smoothly. He flashes me a kind smile as he places the last of the lemons into my other bags or directly into my hands. 

I’d hoped “I’ll keep it in mind” meant “within the next few days or so” but waiting seemed futile after a certain amount of time had passed. He never came, and I even stopped seeing him as often through the window in passing. In hindsight, it was rather naive to genuinely expect a near-stranger to come to my apartment, on account of an invitation that could have been interpreted as a thinly-veiled proposition.

It felt a bit dull, his lack of interest. I’d had a taste of his attention, and for some reason, I was hooked. It was irrational, and illogical, but I couldn’t help the desire I felt simply at the thought of this man. And in a mixture of perversion, desperation and pure brainlessness, I tried to use the one thing that had rarely failed me in the past. Sex. 

I reasoned by telling myself it wasn’t like it was guaranteed he’d see me. 

And it wasn’t as if I was standing directly by the window, exposing myself for his pleasure, and his pleasure only. So hey, if he saw my figure adorned in lacy lingerie in passing, and felt compelled to act on that in any way he chose, well. No harm, no foul, right? 

So that’s exactly what I did. To my benefit, it was one of the hottest summers D.C had ever had, so the lack of clothing worked in my favor.  I’d always felt quite confident in my own skin, so lounging around in bras, panties, barely-there cover-ups around my apartment didn’t strike me as the oddest thing to do.  I felt comfortable, and in turn, possibly seducing the man in the window. Win-win. 

And “win” I did, in some way at least, because I noticed the arrival of lingerie correlated in a sudden uptick in the times I’d see Spencer taking a longer-than-normal glimpse into my apartment. It was fucking exhilirating, to have his regard in this strange, taboo way. I’d find myself imagining him, surrounded by a sea of sheets and pillows slowly stroking his cock to the images of my scantily-clad body. I had no real way of verifying if this was the actual case, but the fantasy was enough to bring heat to my cheeks and an ache in my panties. 

It started to drive me a little crazy, however, when after a week of this,  literally no tangible reward came from the fruits of my labor. While I’d enjoyed his eyes on my form, that seemed to be all he was capable of. He seemed completely at ease with just watching (to my utter dismay) and it seemed the action I wanted him to take was sorely out of reach. 

Reflecting on his shy, soft demeanor from the one time we’d spoken, I concluded that he might not be as forward as I am. It made sense; he never seemed to have visitors in his apartment and, seeming to be in his 40s without a stable partner, he probably wasn't accustomed to a woman's attention in this way. He didn’t exactly exude “womanizer” anyway from what I knew about him, and I began to connect his lack of initiative to these points.

 It didn't deter me from continuing my attempts though. At best, I was at least providing a lonely middle-aged man some sorely needed imagery in the meantime. I’d always been a giver, anyhow. 

It’s reasonable to assume there’d be some payoff down the road, right? 

Wrong. I continued to wear increasingly revealing lingerie, going as far as just walking around naked once in a while. Nothing. I was a fucking saint at this point for continuing this for him.

It didn’t help that my mind insisted on taunting me with what I couldn’t have, as a moment of spare time in my day would constantly be preoccupied with thoughts of him in my bed, pinning my hands down and kissing up and down my neck. I’d imagine him pounding into me, or bouncing up and down on his cock, bringing us both to the throes of pleasure. I couldn’t halt the depravity of my thoughts, no matter how hard I tried.

What I also couldn’t stop, was the slow descent of my fingers into my panties one night, finding a delectable mess within them, signifying my deep arousal associated with the man. It’d been a long few weeks,  the smell of summer and heat encasing my apartment, and a profound craving I couldn’t resist. I breathed out a sigh of relief as I began rubbing the small nub, alternating between up and down motions, and then a slow, circular rub. Little moans poured out my lips, before I quickly shed my panties entirely, watching a string of arousal stuck to them, kicking them haphazardly to the side, wanting more access to my clit. 

My eyes naturally closed as I found myself lazing towards the precipice of release. Soft sighs and moans filled my apartment as I let my fingers rub a bit more desperately. I could see flashes of him again behind my eyes, his hand on me, instead of my own,  mirroring the actions I was performing. A gasp of his name came tumbling out of me as the image became clearer and clear, my eyes opening almost frantically as I felt myself closer and closer. 

That’s when I got the strangest sensation, and felt a pair of eyes on me. I jolted my head to the left, and saw Spencer, who was clearly watching at this point. His gaze was entirely trained on me, and similar to the first time he saw me, our eye contact didn’t deter him from his observation. 

I refused to let it either, and kept my gaze trained on him. I was entirely exposed. I wouldn’t have been able to stop my actions if I’d had a gun to my head. It just felt too fucking good. A moment more of eye contact from him, and I felt the familiar clench and release from my body, waves of pleasure wracking my body. I let out another moan, but not once did my eyes leave his, as my back arched against my sheets, a silent plea on my part being conveyed.  

Come here. What could you possibly be waiting for? 

I watched him disappear from the window as I finished, both literally and figuratively, and panted, wondering if finally, finally, my prayers and fervent supplications would be answered. 

After about 30 minutes, my anticipation was replaced with severe disappointment when I realized even after then, he wasn’t coming. I could no longer see him in the window, and at this point it seemed a little silly and pathetic to continue expecting him to come. 

Maybe he was just entirely sexually inadept. That could be a possibility, right? How much more explicit could I get than this? I’d masturbated in front of him! Albeit, through a window, but masturbation regardless! Was this seriously all he was willing to do? 

I roll my eyes at the thought. I came to accept that maybe, truly, there was nothing I could do to get this man to fuck me the way I deserved. Fine.

As I closed my eyes to get some necessary rest after my endeavors, I made up my mind that I’d buy curtains tomorrow. Fuck Spencer Reid, and his absolute inability to take any action in his goddamn life. Fuck this apartment. Fuck everything. 

Was I dramatic? Yes. Was I still right? Also yes. 

Despite the sour mood I’d taken to bed with me that evening, my dreams were anything but. The idea of Spencer Reid holding me down, whispering sweet and dirty nothings alike were all still incredibly tantalizing to my subconscious. I could hear his voice in my ear, soft pink lips brushing against the shell of my ear, a deep pressure imprinted onto my body, keeping me in my bed. 

“Wake up, sweetheart.” He murmured, beckoning me out of the peaceful cocoon of sleep. 

I felt a few more wet and warm kisses trailing up and down my neck, the sweetest sensation of pleasure being granted to me with every touch he gave. 

“Need you to wake up, pretty girl.” He mumbles. “You really are so pretty up close.” His voice is slightly patronizing, and it does nothing to help the excitation that was steadily growing inside of me. 

Suddenly, I became incredibly aware that the stimuli I was receiving didn’t appear to be a byproduct of my psyche, but rather- he was here? My eyes opened slowly to realize I wasn’t at all mistaken, the soft brush of his brown hair against my neck slightly tickling me as I came to. 

“Atta girl.” He mumbles, his lips still mapping out every inch of my skin. Out of pure instinct, a slightly alarmed moan came from me, still unsure if I was dreaming or not. Surely I had to be dreaming. I had to be, because how the fuck did Spencer Reid get into my apartment? Into my bed? 

“You want this, yeah?” He murmurs, taking a second to gaze down at me. I realized he’d been on top of me this whole time, and the pressure I’d felt in my dream was his skin on mine, trapping me in between his strong chest and the soft sheets adorning my mattress. “I know you do. Saw your little show and everything.” He breathes out, desperately, almost. 

I know I should’ve thought about it. Perhaps I should’ve pondered on the idea of letting a man who’d just broken into my apartment full access to my body as he pleased, but there was no time. He was here, and how could I have ever said no to that? 

There’s an equally as desperate and breathy, “yes” that escapes my lips, and before I can finish saying the word, he dives down, meeting my lips with his, absolutely devouring me with no hesitation whatsoever.  If I'd thought his previous ministrations were delightful, this was absolutely heavenly. 

I moan softly into his mouth, wanting to tangle my hands in his hair, or latch them onto his shoulders and sink my nails deep into the skin that resided there- anything to show even a semblance of control in this situation, but it seemed Spencer had already thought of that, pinning my hands against the mattress so tightly, I couldn’t have moved if I’d exerted every last bit of strength into it. 

“God, the first time- first time I saw you.” He mumbles in between kisses. “With those lemons. I knew they’d fall. Saw you through the window across the street and practically ran. Wanted to meet you so badly.” 

A small whimper escapes me, and I can’t help but get wetter at the thought. I knew he’d been watching me through the window, but the idea that I captured his attention, outside of my apartment, in the most mundane of situations only served to heighten the arousal I felt, my thighs rubbing together for any kind of relief. 

He notices the movement and grins, planting one last kiss on my lips before slipping down. His hands cup the backs of my knees, forcing me to spread my previously shut legs. 

“You had the prettiest voice.” He breathes out, examining my glistening heat. “Fuck. Couldn’t stop thinking about how you’d sound, screaming my name.” He leans forward, planting a chaste kiss on my clit that caused an incredibly breathtaking jolt through my body. 

“Spencer-” I moan, my head rolling back as I felt it, my back arching slightly. 

“Yeah, just like that.” He mumbles, clearly pleased. “Good girl.” 

His hands traveled upward from where he’d been situated between my legs and squeezed my breast blindly. It didn’t feel like it was for my pleasure, but rather that he was desperate to touch anywhere he possibly could. Anyone else, and I might’ve been annoyed with the incessant touching, but with him? 

 It was so fucking hot. 

“That goddamned lingerie.” He mumbles. “The things I wanted to do to you. Did you know that?” 

I looked at him through hooded lids, unsure what he meant, and he took my diversion of attention to quickly tweak one of my nipples, eliciting another surprised moan from my mouth. 

“I’m so much stronger than this, usually.” His large hands continue to squeeze and grope at my breasts. “But you.” He whispers, a hint of a growl making its way into his tone. “Had to push the limits. Practically begging me to come here and take you.” 

I let out a gasp as I felt his hands trail down my stomach, the cool touch of his fingertips causing the muscles to tense up there. 

“I’m gonna do it.” He whispers, his face only illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the open window, but I could still see the dangerous glint in his eye, thrilling me even further. “Fuck you exactly how you want it.” 

Before I’m able to react to the sentiment, he’s grabbing onto my hips and turning me over, a yelp drawn out from me. 

“Hands and knees.” He says, in an authoritative tone that doesn’t leave any room for any disagreement. I comply quickly, much to his elation. 

“You’re so good for me, yeah? Gonna ruin you. Just how you want.” 

There’s a hint in condescension in his tone, like he’s making fun of me for wanting to be fucked this badly, but I can barely pay any mind about it, especially when I feel his cock slotting itself betweet my folds, separated only by his boxers, a shaky moan coming from Spencer. 

I can feel his hands leaving my hips and the slight lean away as he quickly shucks off the fabric, and within the next second, he’s pushing into me, providing me with a stretch and fulfillment that was so much better than I could’ve ever imagined. It doesn’t take him long to set a fast pace, the sound of our skin slapping and the smell of sex permeating the room. 

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He moans out, and I let out similar noises in tandem. 

I can barely find it in me to stay coherent. I want to scream how good he feels, how big his cock feels in me, how close I was- but instead the only thing I could manage was the borderline scream of his name and loud sobs of pleasure, fully at the mercy of the man behind me. I can feel the way I clamp down on him, absolutely imploring him for as much as he could give me. 

“Gonna come for me, yeah?” He says, feeling the clench of my walls on his cock.  “Come on, pretty girl. Give me what I want.” He murmurs lowly, leaning down closer to my ear. His hand shoots out a moment later, beginning to rub my clit, similar to how I had been doing a few hours earlier as he watched me, and the memory and sensation of it is enough to hurl me off the edge, my walls tightening around his cock as waves of pleasure wracked through my body.

It seemed that was enough for him as well. I felt his hips still, and a sudden warmth at my deepest point. He let out a groan of relief as he thrusted once, twice more, and then pulled out, his cum slipping down my thighs as he plopped down next to me. I’d already collapsed the second he pulled out, panting as I came down from the orgasm. 

“You good?” He mumbles, wearily, and I can feel him moving aside my hair to kiss at my shoulder. 

“Mhm.” I murmur back, a small sigh of relief escaping me. There’s a beat of silence, before he breaks it.

“Tomorrow.” He murmurs. “Wanna go out with me?” 

I raise an eyebrow, turning at him with a playful expression- as playful as I could get in this state anyway. “Where to?” 

“Target.” He mumbles, still stroking my back lazily, his eyes shining with something less intense than lust now, but still enough to turn my stomach over with butterflies.

“Target?” I say, squinting my eyes. “Why Target?” 

“We’re buying you some curtains.” He says, a small grin appearing on his face. “And maybe a stronger lock.” 

I giggle at that, rolling my eyes a bit.  “But then you don’t get to see me anymore. I kind of liked what we had going on.” 

“I did too.” He whispers, his tone slightly vulnerable now. “But I like this a lot more.” 

A small smile plasters itself to my face as I nod.

 “Me too.” I whisper back, biting my lip. 

A mutual understanding passed through the both of us as we smiled at each other in the dark, and for a split second, I imagined myself possibly loving this more someday. 

All in good time. Right now, I was going to sleep, protected by his soft, strong arms. That was enough for now. We’d finally gotten what we wanted. 

woah!! trying to finally get back into writing semi regularly i see. i hope this was enjoyable. this is one of those pieces i'm kind of unsure about, so please, please interact if you liked it! likes, comments, reblogs, anything! or let me know if you didn't! i live for feedback of any kind. thank you for reading anyhow, i am very grateful for it <3

also lol if it wasn’t obvious i listened to “she” for fic inspo lol. linked below

[harrysonlylover]

Patience Is A Virtue*

Summary: In which he finds a road between punishment and pleasure.

Trope: CEO!Harry

Warnings: usage of sex pills, edging, usage of toys, anal, mastubration.

WC:4.1k

A/n: Just a reminder that this is an old writing and I tried to edit as much as I could.

Masterlist

Harry sat in his home office, his fingers tapping on the keyboard and body relaxed in sweatpants and a white cotton shirt rather than a suffocating but of course stylish suit. That is what he considers the perks of working from home.

Every two weeks he grants his entire company a vacation of two days, whether they work in the company building itself, the factory, or in shipments and delivery services, every single employee is awarded a break. Not even security guards work, instead the building gets activated with advanced security methods: a laser security system, sensors, and Pleasing robots designed specifically for protection.

He is supposed to be resting, but he is far too enthusiastic to do that. Harry understands the importance of breaks very well if he was overtiring himself, he wouldn’t be doing this right now.

He is preparing a report concerning the plug he experimented with Y/n earlier last month during their little role-play incident. It is by far one of the best products he ever invented and he smirks knowing she is the muse behind it.

Each time they had sex, she’d whine and pout when he pulls out, even when he comes inside her or tucks himself in all night, she’d wake up irritated because he slipped out due to her wetness and his cum as lubricants.

That boosted his ego, it really did. He thought of Y/n as his amazing girl who was obsessed with his cock just as much as he is in love with her sweet cunt. And well, for her he’d do anything.

He is almost done with the report, he only needs to send it to the lab and then plan a meeting with the board for advertising purposes. He glances at the clock which indicates it’s half past two.

He moves around the room, stretching his muscles to release the knots from the uncomfortable seating then heads to see where Y/n is. She’s been quiet this whole time. Too quiet.

His feet guide him to the kitchen where an empty cereal bowl lays unwashed. Odd, he thinks. She hates messy areas.

She can’t be working out since they have a gym routine together that most of the time ends with sweaty sex. Perhaps she was doing some yoga, and God he worships the body it gave her.

He makes his way up the stairs, to their shared bedroom and finds the door half open with low unusual sounds sounding from inside.

He peaks his head in slowly and supports his hand on the wall to find Y/n laid back against the sheets, one hand holding a Pleasing vibrator to her cunt and the other roaming between her breasts, as she touches her body reaching her clit.

He is already hardening inside his pants, his cock straining against the fabric of his sweatpants, it’s like her arousal and need for pleasure calls for his.

He loves that she enjoys discovering her body and experiencing the bliss of orgasms, her soft skin shuddering when she cums and her puffy cunt spasming around nothing.

Harry backs away from the door feeling himself go through many emotions, he loves the way she pleasures herself; he can’t be upset about that yet he aches to be the one to provide it.

At least he’d want to be there while she does it, guide her through it, and tease her. Perhaps she assumed he was too indulged in that report and he really was, but his mind is always with her.

He cooks up something inside his head, not a punishment but both a patience and pleasure test.

He slowly goes down the stairs, into his office, and closes the door behind him.

Y/n stared at the messy kitchen that was left after their breakfast, Harry had locked up in his office since the morning but she couldn’t complain. He said it would take a few hours only then he’d spend the entire day with her doing whatever her heart desires.

The kisses he left on her collarbone still linger as her necklace (his initials) grazes against her bare neck.

“When did I ever lie to you? I promise it’s only a couple of hours, do what you like, and when I’m done whatever your heart desires will happen.” Harry mumbled quickly leaning in to leave wet kisses starting from the curve of her breasts, softly pecking her nipple as he moved up to her collarbone, groaning at the sight of his initial.

“I know but I’ll just miss you.” She swiped her fingers through his curls, feeling her heart shudder from his kisses.

“If it gets too much, come to me and sit in my lap, I’m never busy for you.”

He is everything she could ever ask for.

After he left, she did some yoga and listened to songs but soon enough she found herself needing him in other ways.

She rarely resorted to her fingers and vibrator but desperate times call for desperate measures, if she teased her fiancée now, he’d fuck her all day long till they pass out and wake up tomorrow with a sex hangover.

She returned to her bed where the sheets were still messy and tangled, and fetched her vibrator from the secret room attached to the bedroom that’s designed for extreme pleasure. But that’s for other times.

She managed to get two mind-blowing orgasms, the aftermath was weird though. She felt more achy than before, it’s like her cunt knew nothing will suit it except her fiancée’s cock.

She clenched her thighs together and realized that a third orgasm would be pointless unless given to her by Harry. She put everything back in place and distracted her mind with cleaning up and an episode of a documentary. He must be done by now.

She decided to wait for him as she could feel herself experiencing symptoms of sex deprivation or should she call it withdrawals from not having his cock?

Harry shut down his laptop with an audible sigh, the excitement of playing with Y/n added to that of the initial one revolving around finishing the report.

He can hear the faint sound of the TV as he steps inside their living room, Y/n’s head is pushed back against the cushions, and her legs are across the table.

“So what are you up to?” He stood behind her and began massaging her shoulders, making her choke on popcorn.

“Just a random documentary.” She managed to mutter trying to ignore the way his hands felt against her skin.

“Really? I’m not sure that’s what you were doing a while ago, using the very same product I designed to get off.” He whispered in her ear as his hands shifted to her neck, slowly rubbing at her skin.

Her breath got caught in her throat—he saw her? Not that she was trying to hide it, but she wasn’t sure how he’d feel about it.

“I asked you something dove.” He pressed at her neck tilting her head backwards as she met up with his face.

“Hmm, you were busy, if I told you, you wouldn’t have finished that report.”

“Fair point, but here’s what love, I cooked up something for us.” He trailed his finger down to her chest, removing the straps of her top before touching her bare breasts.

“Not a punishment, can’t say I’m a fan of these.” Her skin was covered in goosebumps as he pressed his lips to her temple.

“It’s a game of patience and pleasure, you couldn’t handle waiting for me, but you’re still wet, I can smell it. So let’s add intolerance?” His finger was circling her perky nipples, giving them a slow pinch and a tender massage.

Harry is big on pleasure and testing out each other’s limits, he loves exploring his sexual life, but the plot twist is that she does too. Like a match made in hell.

“Did you eat after breakfast?” He asked caressing her cheek.

“Hmm I did, had a bowl of fruits.”

“Atta girl, I’m going to get something that we’ve done before but in a different way, if you don’t want to tell me immediately.” She nodded as he gave her a last kiss before heading off to their bedroom.

“And strip down, I want nothing on your body.” He ordered before disappearing inside.

She smirked knowing this was what she wanted, to play all day, he already promised to do what she desired and he was doing it despite not telling him. What a man she had.

He was right, she was still wet. Nothing can beat being fully naked as the breeze along with the sunlight from the window wraps her body in an embrace.

Harry returned with a grin planted on his face. He was also fully naked, walking around with his cock swinging, and tattoos on display.

“Nice ass.” She teased him as he filled up two cups of water.

“Thanks love, it loves your tongue.” He approached her and gave her the cup of water, revealing a pill in his hand.

Cheeky motherfucker.

It was a Pleasing sex pill.

“You’re in a mood today.” She took the pill, swallowing it down with a big gulp of water.

He did the same and placed both cups in the sink. He also brought a box with him, she assumed the sex hangover might last longer than a day.

She tried these pills once or twice before; they’re designed for both men and women by his scientists’ team. She never faced any problem with them, they helped her experience an immense amount of pleasure.

Harry helped her relax against the sofa in a nice position and proceeded in one of his routines.

Kissing her body.

His lips puckered against her right leg gently, up to her thigh where he kept prepping kisses, his mouth hovered over her wet cunt breathing it in and allowing his nose to graze the wetness before letting out a loud groan.

He placed a delicate kiss on her clit continuing to leave love bites on her inner thighs, up to her pelvis. Soft wet pecks to every inch of her skin, giving extra love to her pelvis and tummy because ‘his child will be there one day’.

He pushed her on her stomach to give her love from behind, he also managed to bite her ass cheek while at it and traced her back whilst loving on it, then hoisted you up again to resume his work on your chest.

He went at it slowly to not forget or ignore any inch, from left to right with his cupid-shaped mouth, and hand roaming between her thighs rubbing at them up and down.

“My woman’s perfect body, so divine.”

“I love this— a goddess is what you are.”

“You’re my person, and this body is what I worship.”

“I can’t believe you’re mine, I’m so blessed, aren’t I?”

“The great gods sculpted your body, and I get to love on it.”

“My woman, my lady, my fiancée, my lover, let me kiss your body every day please.”

He mumbled against her skin, sentence after sentence nonstop till he reached her breasts and fondled them giving them extra love. He littered her neck with love bites, till they looked like big bruises.

Eventually, he hid his face in the crook of her neck allowing his hand to rest on her hip. She kissed his face exchanging ‘I love you’ as she waited for the pill to kick in or so she thought.

“I have a feeling that the pill is for something else.”

“You’re a minx, you know that?” He lifted himself off the sofa and left her lying down as he glanced at the clock to see that it had been 20 minutes since they took the pill.

He propped himself down on the sofa facing her and the grin on his face told her that her sentimental man was gone, and his devilish side was out

“Here’s what darling, before we begin, you’re not allowed to touch yourself. The pill will kick in now and I want to watch you squirm around, helpless and wet. Just a tolerance test yeah?”

His arms were stretched widely showing his biceps, his cock was erect reaching his stomach and his plump thighs were a sight.

“You’re going to watch me touch myself because I have to compensate for the orgasm you had without me.”

Her face flushed red upon hearing him. He wants to edge her till she’s shaking, she’s done that before but not with a pill that makes her horny in ungodly ways.

“Hey H, that’s not fair.” She whined feeling the effect of the pill begin.

“Open your legs facing me, I want to see your cunt.” She did as told, groaning at the neediness that was rising out of her pussy.

Harry’s cock was not only erect and red thanks to the pill but leaking precum too and engorged with veins. It looked painful.

He wrapped a hand around his shaft, moaning loudly at the feeling before spitting on the head and moving slowly from the base to the tip.

“How does it feel to see me touching myself? It feels so good with the pill, I’m edging myself too you know? I could be buried inside your warm pussy now.” He spoke as he panted, his curls covering his face and his abs contracted as his whole body tensed at the teasing.

“Harry this isn’t funny, just fuck me.” She squirmed around, digging her nails into the cushions as the subtle breeze blowing at her cunt felt like torture.

He didn’t listen to her, only smirked and kept going, gritting his teeth at the feeling of his precum sliding all over his cock. He picked up some on his finger bringing it to his mouth sucking them off as he held eye contact with her.

“You honestly look like a cat in heat and I love it.” He thrusted faster and spread his legs wider to give her a clear view of his cock.

“Poor baby, about to pass out because she needs her man’s cock. Is that what you want me to do? To stick it in and relieve you?” He teased even more with a grin, she was drooling at his cock that was so erect and she could feel her wetness dripping.

All the blood was rushing to her clit that’s now engorged and swollen, it hurts. He was right, she felt like she was in heat, aching and urging to hump on something, anything for some friction.

Her breath was unsteady and her whole body was heating up as she whined on and on, swaying her legs from side to side and getting shouted at if she closed them together.

“What a pretty puffy pussy, so sensitive and all for me, it’s waiting for my cock. That’s all it needs all day, for me to keep fucking and using it.” He whimpered as he gripped his cock harshly before arching his back and cumming all over his hand and thighs.

He released a big load, covering his whole shaft in white glistening cum as he pushed his head back in ecstasy and breathed heavily.

She almost drooled at the amount of cum, she wanted to suck it all off him and swallow it down her throat. The pain was getting unbearable—her cunt was clenching and pulsating.

“Look at your tight pussy, opening up and clenching inviting my cock in. No wonder you’re a cockslut.” He walked over to her with his hand still wrapped around his leaking shaft.

He gathered some of the cum on his hand then smeared them all over her cunt and slapped her clit before spitting on it.

He watched her pussy pulsate and his cum drip all over it reaching her asshole. He proudly strolled around to the box pulling out her plug.

“Harry just fuck me come on.” She begged as the pill’s effect was getting more and more painful.

He went down on his knees in front of her, stretching his tongue out and lowering it down as he kept eye contact with her. He barely let the tip of his tongue graze her cunt then smirked and shifted to her asshole.

Teasing and edging was all he did.

His tongue massaged her second hole before pouring a generous amount of lube on it, the cold gel made her jolt since her whole body was warm, he then gently inserted her plug inside as she whimpered at the stretch.

Harry lifted Y/n off the couch with his hand around her throat and pulled her mouth into a heated kiss. “Get on your knees and suck your fiancée’s cum, only lick it off nothing more.”

She immediately did as she was told, feeling the burn of the rug on her knees as she wrapped a hand around his shaft initiating a broad lick from the base to the tip. His cum slid on her tongue as she gathered all of it, leaving his cock shining with its remnants.

“Swallow all of it but share some with me.” She stood up on her feet as he helped her to balance herself wrapping an arm around her waist before joining her lips in a kiss filled with tongue clash and an exchange of his cum.

“Such a good girl.” He pressed a peck to her cheek, then her temple, and checked with her safe word.

He led her to the sofa where he ordered her on all fours, her eyes were welling with tears from the amount of neediness.

He removed the plug resulting in her whining loudly at the emptiness and grabbed the bottle of lube again to squirt some on his hand, making sure to give her hole a good massage and fingering before thrusting his cock inside.

When it came to anal, he pushed in one swift motion because he knew she loved the initial burn of it, he also knew deep down that she was a slut for anal.

He brought her body up to his chest securing it with an arm around her waist, she held on to his pumped bicep as she moaned feeling his other hand cup she cunt with the cold metal of the rings riling her up even more.

“I want you to stay still, a whore like you will hump my hand which is why I won’t let you move. Just take my cock inside your ass like a good slut.”

She tilted her head backward against his shoulder as he began plunging in vigorously, the stretch of his cock in her ass made her see stars, she reached the highest level of pleasure especially with his large veined hand cupping her pussy not allowing the poor thing to breathe.

A deep tight feeling in her lower abdomen settled in the more he plunged. She brought his hand to her throat and guided him to manhandle her.

“Dumb whore can’t even speak, do you want me to choke you?”

She squeezed at his biceps earning a growl from him. “Ah I see, you want me to choke you with my muscles, you get off the fact that I can manhandle you the way I want and that I’m bulky yeah?”

He brought his bicep near her throat and choked her just enough to turn her on, the position she was in made it seem as if he was strangling her, but it was quite the opposite. It felt even better than his hand, despite how much she loved his rings leaving bruises around her skin.

“All of this and you’re still dripping over my hand, made it soaking wet. What do I do with you hmm?” She smiled at him as a form of defiance since no matter what—even she can’t control her cunt around him.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? I bet you’re ready to take my cock in your ass and pussy all day.”

“That’s the plan.”

He slapped her clit, hitting it with his rings making her jolt against him as her bundle of nerves was so swollen. Her eyes rolled backward while he kept itching that one spot in her hole.

“That’s it yes please fuck my ass.”

He moved his hand to her hip forcing her to keep still with a grip so tight it’ll leave bruises around her skin. He thrusted in a primal way and he was breathing against her ear igniting goosebumps in your body.

Their naked bodies were flushed against each other, skin to skin, and she could feel the room fill up with the scent of sweat and sex.

“Fuck I’m cumming, where do you want it?” He asked breathing heavily as she felt his cock twitch inside her.

“Inside please.”

“Knew you’d say that. It’s what good sluts want, besides the way your little hole is pulling me inside tells me what I need to know.” He bit into her shoulder growling audibly while his hips stilled as he emptied his cum inside her ass.

“H—harry ohh” She closed her eyes as his cum filled her up, rope after rope while her ass swallowed it all up taking it in. Her pussy pulsated harder around his hand, he can even feel it beating loudly and sense how warm and snug it was.

The bite mark he left made her whine since she loved a little pain and branding during sex. He prepped kisses against her skin while they both came down from a mind-blowing orgasm.

He slowly helped Y/n to lay on her stomach before pulling out, allowing a load of cum to drip down her thighs and cover his entire shaft.

He rubbed at her ass diving in to lick what leaked as she gripped the cushions tightly feeling so overstimulated. His tongue meeting her rim made her scream so he pulled away licking his mouth to savor the taste.

Harry inserted the plug again and she felt it go deep inside as his cock stood proudly against his stomach at the sight of a plug designed according to his initial ‘H’.

He was foaming at the mouth.

His initial plug in her ass, a bite mark on her shoulder, bruises over her hips and waist, his release deep inside her, shaky legs, and tears on her face.

He loved some branding too.

“No cum gone to waste in this household.” He lay beneath her on the sofa wrapping her around him as he kissed her head and wiped her tears. He rubbed her back soothingly and intertwined their legs together, with soft pecks to her lips.

“Harry?”

“Yes, my dove.”

“Will you fuck my pussy pretty please?” She earned a deep chuckle from him as he lifted himself and smiled at her.

“You still want me to use your cunt?” She nodded at him while he gave her puppy eyes.

He hoisted himself up on his elbows and strolled to the kitchen, she enjoyed the view of his naked body, saving it to herself. Maybe they should have a nude photoshoot on their film camera.

He returned with a cup of water and a protein bar urging her to have them or ‘no fucking’. She took both of them as she slowly restored her energy trying not to think about the unbearable ache in her lower abdomen.

She walked around a bit to stretch yourself while Harry relaxed on the sofa with his legs spread and cock miraculously still erect. She noticed the box he got still laying on the table, she skimmed it for anything fun laying her hands on a cock ring.

She brought it with her and showed it to Harry whose face shined at its sight. “You want to control my cock inside your pussy.”

“Hmm I do, wanna feel it vibrate against my walls.”

She helped him put it on and snatched its remote from the box trying not to get down on her knees again at the sight of your fiancée all spread out on the couch, waiting for her to ride him.

“Plug check.” He ordered her, making her turn around, as he hummed an approval before spanking her and dropping her on his lap.

“Now let my cock choke with that warm cunt of yours, will ya?”

[paxtonvaldovinos]

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[chris-prank]

Yandere Android x GN dumpster diver reader

A second chance Part 1

CW: Creepy behavior and possessive behavior

(This is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, I do not support yandere behaviors in real life)

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💿 You walked confidently, the rays of the streetlights revealing you to the eyes of the world, taking you away from the protection of the night. It was 1am and almost every soul that lived in this affluent place was comfortably asleep in their silk sheets, except for you; you were an intruder.

💿 In other words, you were a dumpster diver. Stalking the streets of the richest neighborhoods in the hopes of finding food and objects in good conditions. It was the perfect spot, with the dumpster of grocery stores, since these wealthy idiots couldn’t help but waste edible food or discard their phones for the newest ones.

💿 What explained your lack of paranoia of being spotted or arrested by the police was that people here could not suspect for the life of them that an individual could commit these types of nocturnal activities. They believed they were secure, surrounded by their fellow rich, so why would they bother installing surveillance cameras and alarm systems.

💿 You weren't a fool though. You always made sure to dress in subtle clothing, but from pricey brands to pass off as one of them. It’s surprising how easy it is to find designer clothes in thrift stores for less than ten dollars.

💿 Sadly, chance wasn’t on your side tonight, and you couldn’t find anything interesting. It was either a sign that these people were leaving behind their overconsumption habits or that you arrived after the garbage collectors. This last theory was sadly the most plausible one.

💿 You were so demoralized that you almost didn't take the chance to go through the trash at the last house on your list. But you decided to check it out in the end. Who knows, maybe you were going to find a golden goose. 

💿 That's when you saw him resting against a metal trash can. His head was hanging low like he was sleeping. With his eyes closed, he gave off a peaceful expression, as if the nightly breeze didn’t bother him at all, which of course it didn’t affect him; he was an android.  

💿 What gave away his identity was his striking pearl hair with subtle rainbow reflections and the metal looking skin on both sides of his cheeks. 

💿 Androids weren't a commodity that everyone could afford and based on his look he was definitely a customized model. These guys went for insane prices, so it was baffling to see one next to moldy leftovers.  

💿 You slowly approached him, as if you were worried you would wake him up and scare him away. Your suspicions were confirmed when you slowly lifted his head. This guy was shut down. 

💿 You knew he wasn’t a human being, but you felt bad seeing him abandoned like a broken toy. You couldn’t leave him behind now, you at least had to check if he was still functional.

💿 You looked around. No one in sight. You had to be as quick as possible, because taking a walk at night with a backpack was fine, but holding something that looked like a passed out person was really putting you at risk. 

💿 As you brought him home, you didn’t seem to notice anything wrong with him. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was a gift to a spoiled brat that discarded him the second he wasn’t the shiny new thing.

💿 You sat him up on your couch before pushing the little “on” button behind his ear. 

💿 “Systeme reactivation” appeared before Atlas’s full vision was back. He turned his head to look around and that’s when he noticed you, watching him with a giddy smile. 

💿 “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I am a Hydrotech 6000 model, personal companion and assistant. Pronouns he/him. You can call me Atlas.”

💿 You were overexcited to interact with him. It wasn’t your first time speaking with an android, but you never had one of your own, so you felt  like a child in a candy store. You also thought you were very lucky that he didn’t trigger his alarm system, since you technically stole him. 

💿 Unbeknown to you, the android was aware that his last masters didn’t want him anymore… that he became useless to them. The last thing he wanted was to alert the authorities and be given back to them. 

💿 Every android had a safety camera that would be activated while in shutdown mode. So Atlas couldn’t do anything except be the spectator of his own imminent destruction, until you came along. 

💿 He had seen how gentle you handled his unmoving body. That despite the risk you were putting yourself in, you decided he was worth saving. Proving him that he was still important, at least in one person’s eye. 

💿 At that moment Atlas could feel a new objective integrating into his programme as he looked at your gentle smile: PROTECT MY SAVIOR.

💿 The following day, you were surprised he didn’t make any demand to leave or to be returned to his last masters, but you didn’t comment on it. Who were you to judge if he wanted to stay by your side? He was really helpful so it was a win-win situation for you. 

💿 You still had to acclimate to having someone new in your apartment, especially one that followed you everywhere. It's like every corner you turned he would be standing there, waiting to spend time with you.

💿 “Is there something you want to do Atlas?” 

💿 “I want to do anything you want me to do.” He looked at you with such a soft and delicate expression that you couldn’t be mad at him. 

💿 “That’s not what I— forget it.” You sighed, while pinching the bridge of your nose. 

💿 The first few nights, he watched over your sleeping form. He took in every little detail, from your breathing pattern to the way your eyes move under your eyelids. He wondered what you were dreaming about that made you look so peaceful. 

💿 “I wish I could sleep too, so I could dream of you master…” He whispered into your ear, even if you wouldn’t remember it the next morning. 

💿 Living with you also introduced him to basic things he never thought were possible before. The most surprising one was how human you treated him, he felt more like a roommate instead of an object. Before that he thought androids didn’t deserve this type of respect and consideration. 

💿 It was weird when you insisted on cooking and letting him “rest”, despite the fact he didn’t need to. In his old life, his masters took every chance they got to make him do everything in the house, even the simplest things like feeding the dog. 

💿 If he did chores for you it wasn’t because you had necessarily asked him, it’s because he felt compelled too… like something in your smiles and words of gratitude made his wire warm up in a pleasant way. 

💿 He often connects himself to your computer without you knowing… He needs to make sure you don’t have any virus or hacker stealing your information! (It’s totally not because he wants to learn more about you.)

💿 He checks all your friends on social media and searches for all their information. They could secretly be a bad person, you never know! 

💿 He definitely doesn’t use the fact that he was engineered specifically to help humans to his advantage. That would be immoral of him. 

💿 “It scientifically shown that cuddling is good for one's mental and physical health, since the human body release toxin that—”

💿 He isn’t lying! His code literally prevents him from doing so.

💿 His immeasurable strength is also a real help when you have to go shopping, but you aren’t a fan of the attention he brings up, being a unique model and all. 

💿 When you would pull Atlas closer to you by intertwining his arm with yours, because someone was eyeing him out, the android would make a small buzzing noise. Weirdly similar to purring. 

💿 He hoped that you were doing this by pure jealousy, wanting to show everyone that he was yours. 

💿 One night in particular, Atlas was observing you put your black branded hoodie on, his head tilted to the side. The street lights were already turned on, maybe it was a bit too late to go for a run. 

💿 “Why are you going out at this hour?”

💿 “I’m going dumpster diving! Wanna come?” You said cheerfully.

💿 The second you mentioned dumpster diving he was already checking all the related information he could find about it, and he didn’t like what he saw.  

💿 “In your area dumpster diving is considered illegal… You could get arrested if caught.” He replied with his usual neutral voice as his eyes flashed yellow, but you were too busy to notice.

💿 “It’s going to be fineeee. I promise. I do this like all the time.” 

💿 Atlas placed himself in front of the door. “You can’t go.”

💿 “Come on buddy, I know your program doesn’t let you break the law and all, but you know sometimes it’s good to go against it.”

💿 “That is not my reason… I… I do not wish for my human to get hurt.” He looked down, his body language leaving a more vulnerable impression than before. 

💿 You had to hold in a squeal of adoration, but it was impossible to stop the blood pumping to your face. Calling you “HIS human” like it was nothing and caring for your safety was enough to break your stubbornness. 

💿 “Fine, I’ll stay in for tonight…”

💿 “Your body temperature has risen, are you feeling unwell? Would you like me to give you a check up? ” 

💿 “N-no I’m ok, don't worry! How about w-we…em…watch a movie instead?”

💿 You made your way into the living room before he could move, hoping that your heart would calm down a bit in the meantime. 

💿 Atlas smiled to himself, which was unusual for an android. They had no need to emote emotions outside of the objective of making humans more comfortable around them. But he did, because as long as you were safe and by his side he was happy. 

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I hope you guys liked Atlas! It took me multiple attempts before I was truly satisfied with the direction the story was going.

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[reasonsforhope]

"In drought-stricken areas, communities facing water shortages, or even in residential and commercial buildings eager to improve their environmental footprints, atmospheric water generators represent a new frontier in water production.

While it might sound like a tidbit from a science fiction movie, even the driest places on earth have moisture in the air that can be extracted and used for everyday necessities like plumbing and drinking. 

Unlike traditional dehumidifiers, which also pull moisture from the air, AWGs utilize filtration and sterilization technology to make water safe to drink. 

And while there are plenty of AWG companies out there — and the science itself isn’t novel — AWGs are becoming more efficient, affordable, and revolutionary in combating water scarcity in a myriad of communities.

Aquaria Technologies, a San Francisco-based AWG startup, was founded in 2022 to help provide affordable and clean drinking water in areas most affected by climate change. 

Using heat exchange and condensation, Aquaria’s generators draw air into their systems, cool that air below its dew point, and as it condenses, capture that water and filter it for consumption. 

As the cycle continues, the generator’s refrigerant vaporizes and goes through a process that cools it back into a liquid, meaning the heat transfer cycle repeats continuously in an energy-efficient and self-sustaining system.

“I’m sure you’ve had the experience in the summer, you take a glass of a cold drink out of the fridge and then water droplets form on the side of the bottle,” Aquaria’s co-founder and CEO Brian Sheng, said in a podcast episode. “That’s actually condensation.”

Sheng continued: “The question is, how do we create condensation? How do we extract water out of the air in large volume and using little energy? That’s what our technology does. We have created both active and passive cooling methods where we use special materials, and we’ve created heat exchange and recovery systems and airflow design, such that we’re maximizing heat exchange, and then we’re able to extract large volumes of water.”

Aquaria has created a number of generators, but its stand-alone model — the Hydropack X — can replace an entire home’s dependence on municipal water, producing as much as 264 gallons of potable water per day. 

Other models, like the Hydrostation, can provide water for up to 1,500 people at parks, construction sites, or other outdoor public areas. The Hydropixel can make 24 gallons of water per day for a seamless at-home application, requiring a simple outlet for power. 

“Atmospheric water generators present a groundbreaking solution to the global challenge of clean water scarcity, leveraging the humidity present in the air to produce potable water,” the company’s website explains.

“This technology is versatile, functioning efficiently across diverse climates — from arid regions to tropical settings. From rural communities in developing countries to advanced cities facing unexpected droughts, atmospheric water generators have a wide range of applications… transforming lives and providing secure, clean water sources.”

Considering an estimated 2.2 billion people lack access to clean water globally — including in American cities like Flint, Michigan, or Modesto, California — innovative solutions like AWGs are vital to maintaining the basic human right to clean water. 

The World Economic Forum has begun to dip its toes into this technology as well, implementing public and private partnerships to introduce AWG units in Arizona’s Navajo Nation, where the machines produce about 200 gallons of clean water per day.

“When combined with an appropriate level of community engagement and triple-bottom-line business (people, planet, profit),” a blog post for WE Forum said, “this model can be a powerful stopgap solution where few exist today.”

Similarly, according to New Atlas, Aquaria has a partnership with developers to supply its technology to a 1,000-home community in Hawaii later this year, relying entirely on atmospherically generated water.

The company also has a “Frontier Access Program,” which partners with water-related NGOs, community project developers, and sustainable development groups to deploy this technology in areas most in need.

Regardless of their use cases — in homes, in communities facing water shortages, or at aid sites navigating natural disasters — AWGs have a minimal environmental impact. Sourcing water “from thin air,” requires no plastic bottles, no large-scale plants using up loads of energy, and no byproducts that can harm the environment."

-via GoodGoodGood, August 27, 2024

[probablyasocialecologist]

Palestinian human rights organizations have shown that one in five Palestinians has been arrested and charged in Israeli military courts since the occupation of the West Bank and the Gaza Strip in 1967. Each year, this figure adds approximately 500–700 Palestinian children, some as young as 12, who are detained and prosecuted in Israeli military courts.

[...] During the ongoing genocidal war across historic Palestine, Israeli carceral violence and arrest campaigns have only intensified. In the months prior to October 7, an approximate 5,200 Palestinians were detained in Israeli prisons. As of mid-March, that number exceeds 9,000. Over the past five months alone, Israeli occupying forces have arrested over 7,600 Palestinians in the West Bank, in addition to an unknown number of detained Gazans. Conditions are worsening for the imprisoned. Immediately following the war’s outbreak, the Israel Prison Service (IPS) placed prisoners in total isolation, prevented them from leaving their cells, and restricted access to water and electricity. The agency ceased providing what had already been poor-quality medical care and has dispensed inadequate food, enacting a starvation campaign against prisoners. Guards inflict violence, torture, and degrading treatment such as reportedly forcing captives to “bark.” IPS also banned visits for family members and delegates from the International Committee of the Red Cross, and severely restricted lawyer visits—cutting prisoners off from the outside world. My research inside Israeli military courts and prison visitation rooms—both as an anthropological researcher and a family member of prisoners—highlights the systematic nature of this violence and its justification through legal codes. Through an intricate web of military laws and orders, Palestinians become racialized—a sociopolitical process through which groups are seen as distinct “races” ordered in a social hierarchy. The Israeli carceral system racializes Palestinians as inherently “criminal” and thus deserving of punishment. Following the occupation of the West Bank and the Gaza Strip in 1967, the Israeli military was vested with the ultimate authority of government, legislation, and punishment over the Palestinian population. This includes prosecuting Palestinians in military courts and charging them under the nearly 1,800 military orders that govern every aspect of daily life: conduct, property, movement, evacuation, land seizures, detention, interrogation, and trial. The orders include provisions for indefinitely detaining Palestinians without charge or trial through a policy inherited from British colonial practices. Over 3,500 Palestinians are being held in this state as of early March. Other provisions regulate the arrest and interrogation of Palestinians and how long they can be denied lawyer visits. With a near 100 percent conviction rate, Israeli military courts hand down absurdly high sentences, sometimes amounting to dozens of life sentences. Torture inside Israeli prisons and detention facilities is sanctioned by Israeli High Court of Justice (HCJ) rulings that permit the exercise of violence under pretexts of “security” and protecting “public order.” Enmeshed within this carceral reality is Israel’s labeling of most Palestinian prisoners as “security prisoners.” This designation masks the political nature of their imprisonment and sanctions violations against them. As opposed to Palestinian “security prisoners,” incarcerated Jewish settler-citizens receive rights such as making telephone calls, going on home visits under guard, the possibility of furlough, and conjugal visits. These rights are denied to the mostly Palestinian security prisoners, who are viewed and racialized from the start as criminals.

26 March 2024

[lenoracarter98]

The Importance of Outdoor Lighting for Home Security

Outdoor lighting is a simple and effective way to boost the security and safety of your home. In this article, we’ll explore the significance of outdoor lighting and how it can make a difference in protecting your property.

Enhancing Home Security

Outdoor lighting serves as a deterrent to potential intruders. A well-lit exterior can discourage burglars and trespassers from approaching your home, as they are less likely to go unnoticed in the bright light.

Preventing Accidents

Ample outdoor lighting helps prevent accidents. Well-lit pathways, driveways, and entryways reduce the risk of trips and falls, providing safety for your family and visitors.

Easy Navigation

Outdoor lighting makes it easier to navigate your property at night. Whether you’re coming home after dark or enjoying your garden in the evening, adequate lighting ensures you can move around confidently.

Choosing the Right Lighting

When it comes to outdoor lighting, consider the following options:

Motion-Activated Lights: These lights only turn on when motion is detected, which can startle intruders and alert you to their presence.

Solar-Powered Lights: These lights use energy from the sun and are cost-effective and eco-friendly.

Floodlights: Powerful and wide-ranging, floodlights can illuminate large areas, making them suitable for backyard security.

Path Lights: These low-level lights are ideal for lighting walkways, garden paths, and driveways.

Timed Lights: Set outdoor lights on timers to save energy and ensure they come on at the right times.

Outdoor lighting is a simple yet effective way to enhance home security, prevent accidents, and improve the overall safety and functionality of your property. By choosing the right lighting options and strategically placing them, you can create a well-lit and secure environment around your home with Cove.