#but amelie pay me

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Hi!what gshade did you use for your recent Elsie post?I'm so sorry if its been asked before!

Hi!

I recently changed to Pearl by PixelGlam, which you can find here!

HOWEVER, I think a sponsorship is in order for my loyalty to her presets. @pixelglam, pay up.

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ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: (MDNI) hii!!!! hope u like :] I WORKED LIKE A DOGGG DAY AND NIGHT ON THIS!!! ahhh :) im proud. also Amelie is pronounced

Ah-Mel-Eee for anyone wondering.

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You're an employee at VoxTech who's struggling to make ends meet to support yourself, as well as your daughter Amelie. One day, your sitter cancels and your left with no option other than to bring Amelie to work with you. She escapes your cubicle and blabbers to Vox about your financial troubles, giving Vox the opportunity to propose a deal— a deal in which your financial worries would be cast aside for certain services.

ᴄᴡ: NSFW!, money in exchange for sex, idk vox being a pathetic dick

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 6,131

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"Shit!" you exclaim as you throw your phone onto the couch. The babysitter you had relied on each day to watch your 4-year-old daughter had canceled at the last minute. Something about "too much work for too little pay". Since when were hell-born teens so picky about their source of income?

Your daughter, Amelie, giggles as you cuss. She runs circles around the living room, repeating the cuss word emphatically, "Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit-". "No, Amelie," you drag a hand down your tense expression, "don't say that.". Amelie continues her relentless cussing, pacing circles around you as she laughs and yells. Gently catching her from her unabated loop of running around you, you lift her up and settle her onto your hip.

Amelie smiles as you hold her, her small, energetic form squirming in your arms. A weak hum escapes your lips. Despite the exhaustion and stress you felt, your daughter never failed to bring a smile to your face, "How would you like to come to work with me, love?". Amelie nods and claps her hands excitedly, "Yay!".

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A knot forms in your stomach on the way to work, growing tighter and tighter with each passing moment. Not only was bringing your kid to work considered unprofessional, but possibly fireable where you work. Vox, your boss, wasn't exactly known for being understanding.

You heard horror stories from your co-workers about the ruthless tyrant CEO of Voxtech; people being fired for taking too many bathroom breaks, innocent employees being yelled at just so Vox could get out his anger- The things you heard come forth from your memory and play on loop in your brain. Meanwhile, Amelie's kicking around in the car seat, asking why your "face is sad". "Nothing, sweetheart, keep playing with your toys," you say, pulling into your designated parking spot.

Once you're out of the car, you unbuckle Amelie from her carseat and hold her tightly against her side. As you make your way to your bosses office, you grow nauseous at your impending meeting. Surely Vox wouldn't scold you in front of your own child? Right?

Maybe you should leave Amelie at your desk- Just as you think to do so, it's too late and your already using your back to push open the door's to Vox's office. You set Amelie down once the two of you reach the large walkway surrounded by techy sharks below.

Amelie's little hands clutch at your legs upon seeing the large beasts beside her feet. "Don't worry, honey, they won't hurt you," you reassure her with a soft pat to her head. With Amelie glued to your side, the two of you approach the circular platform where your flat screened boss sat.

"M-Mr. Vox?" you squeak hesitantly, eliciting Vox to spin around his chair to you. "Yes?" he groans under his breath, his eyes narrowing in on the little version of you hiding behind your legs. Amelie giggles as their eyes meet, her once shy and fearful demeanor fading away. Her eyes widen and she springs out from behind you, pointing directly at Vox, "MOMMY LOOK THAT GUY HAS A TV HEAD!!!!".

You internally screamed, you were fucked. "No no no, Amelie! It's not nice to point!" you scoop her up into her arms as you chide her. Vox clears his throat, interrupting your reproach, "Did you just come in here so your child could insult me?".

You turn your attention back to him, "No, sir, I uhm, just wanted to apologize. My baby sitter cancelled on me this morning a-and I couldn't find anyone to watch her and this is incredibly unprofessional I know but she'll stay in my cubicle and not make a peep I swear-!". Your words come out in a frenzied jumbled mess, the pace at which you say your words was frantic and almost unintelligible.

Vox holds up a hand, signaling to pause your nonsensical apology. "Pause. Speak slowly, explain why it," he gestures to Amelie with a disgusted expression, "is here.". You furrow your eyebrows at his repulsed state, moving in front of Amelie to hide her behind you, "My daughter is here because my sitter cancelled. I'm really sorry Mr. Vox... I-I promise she won't be a bother. This wont happen again.".

Swiveling his chair back to face his monitors, he sighs, "It better not. Go.". "Thank you sir!" you swiftly grab Amelie and take her to your desk. __

"Alright, Amelie," you set up a play mat on the floor of your cubicle and sit her on it, "stay here and play with your toys, okay? Do not go anywhere, Mommy will be busy for awhile until my lunch break.". Amelie nods and busies herself with the array of dolls around her.

In the next hour or so, you become fixated on your work, momentarily forgetting about the tot playing on the floor beside your feet. Amelie grew bored. So bored in fact that she decided she wanted to explore! Normally, she would've bugged you. But, she sensed your stress,so naturally she took matters into her own hands.

Amelie dawdles off around the office, peeking at each of the overworked employees clacking away on their computers. She roams around the office until eventually, she finds herself back in front of Vox's office. Pushing her little body against the heavy door, she wriggles into the office and quickly speed-walks across the walkway.

Vox is laser focused on the plethora of monitors before him, not noticing the pitter patter of small feet across his office. Once Amelie reaches Vox’s desk, her eyes are immediately drawn to the various bright screens, a bit disappointed to find that it’s just some boring words that she can’t read yet. She tries to reach a monitor and play on it, but she’s too short. Frustrated, she tugs on Vox’s pant leg.

“What the-“ Vox snaps out of his work trance and notices the little girl beside him, “what are you doing here? Didn’t your mom tell you to stay with them?”. Amelie shrugs, “got bored. do you have games on your phone??”. Vox’s eyes narrow, his tone cold and flat, “No.”.

“what abouttt cartoons!” Amelie lights up at the prospect only for Vox to shut her down, “No.”. “but u have so many-“. “No,” he interrupts.

“What about games on ur computer?”

“No.”

“What about-“

Vox snaps at her, spinning his chair to fully face her. He leans down and points a sharp cyan claw at her, “Listen kid! I’ve got shit to do okay? So go back to your mom and be quiet!”. its quiet for a split second, eliciting a soft smile from Vox until-

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Vox’s eyes widen as he realizes what’s about to happen, “No no don’t-“. Amelie bursts into tears, her loud sobs filling the large room, “Y-you yelled at meeeeee!”. “Kid don’t do that,” he tries to calm her, feeling out of place when it comes to “caring” for children, “c’mon don’t cry! Fucking- I’ll let you watch cartoons if you stop making that awful noise!”.

Right as he says that, her tears stop and she looks up at Vox with big hopeful eyes, “Really? Yay!”. An exhausted sigh escapes his lips while picking up Amelie and setting her on the arm of his chair, “Yes, no more of that crying shit.”. “Okay no more crying shit!!!” she says gleefully as he turns on some VoxTech brand cartoon. You are so getting fired after this.

He tries to go back to work, but is easily distracted by Amelie’s giggling every few seconds. At least she isn’t crying and bugging him anymore. As always, Amelie got bored after watching the same bland cash grab cartoons on repeat. She huffs to signal she's bored, her nose scrunching frustratedly as Vox ignores her.

She shifts closer to Vox, her little head peering over at the monitors he's working on, "What you doing?". "Working," he responds flatly, continuing to clack away at his keyboard, "Didn't I say no talking once your cartoons were on?". Amelie giggles and shakes her head, "No! You said no crying!".

An agitated groan escapes Vox's lips, his hand comes up from his keyboard to rub his temples, "Oh my God-". "So you're mommy's boss?" Amelie asks, swinging her feet happily. "Yes, I'm your mothers boss." Vox responses are absent minded, not caring what the answers are, "Don't you have school or something? Why are you here?". Shaking her head, her smile contorts into a flat line, her expression almost a bit saddened, "No, I've never been to school.". The clacking of the keyboard stops, his fingers pausing as Amelie reveals her lack of schooling, "You're not in school? What the hell is your mother even doing?".

"Well," Amelie begins, "Mommy said that some people can go to school and some people can't, and we can't. But its okay I get to spend more time playing!". Vox's mouth is agape, his face seemingly saying 'are you serious?', "So, you don't get any form of education?". She shakes her head once more, "No, mommy teaches me on her days off, but she doesn't have many...".

"We don't have enough money to go anyways, it's okay," Amelie looks off into the distance for a minute. Ouch, Vox's once judgmental look turns into one of guilt. So you weren't a shitty mom, you just had a shitty job. Yikes. "Your mother told you this?". "No, I heard her talking to her friend on the phone when she thought I was asleep.".

A soft chuckle escaped Vox's lips, "You're kind of a sneaky little bastard.". Amelie giggles and swings her feet off the arm rest, "Ya! Sneaky bastard!". "Don't repeat that," Vox chides, "what else does your mother say...?". "She says, uhmmm," Amelie swings her feet faster as she thinks, "that she's stressseddd for the bills— and she calls daddy a fuck wad!". "Your mother has quite the colorful vocabulary," he says, his eyebrows furrowed as he contemplates the information told to him, "tell me more about your dad, the uh-". "Fuckwad!" Amelie finishes his sentence gleefully. "Sure, that. How come he doesn't help out?" he pries, slumping in his chair slightly to meet her eye to eye.

A lazy shrug bounces Amelie's shoulders, a pout forming while her eyes are fixed on the ground, "Dunno, I never saw him.". That struck a chord with Vox. Growing up on Earth, Vox's parental situation was less then ideal. Despite his expensive taste and abundance of wealth, Vox didn't have much growing up.

He lived in an out of motels up until he was 18 with little to no supervision, although he was better off unsupervised. His mother was out of the picture, and his father was extremely physically and verbally abusive toward Vox. He often came home drunk and unannounced, searching the house for Vox who would hide to avoid his fathers drunken rage. After years of torment, he fled his home at 18 and started a questionable life for himself.

As the memories of his troubled childhood flood his mind, Vox finds himself transported back to his early years on earth... The fear he once felt now coming back to him, the sting after his father strikes him across the cheek still fresh on his skin... He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, his hand gently squeezing Amelies shoulder, "Kid, believe me when I tell you you're not missing out. Fathers are... overrated.". He grimaces as he utters that last word, a colossal understatement to the pain he was forced to endure.

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A few hours had passed since you had started working, a cramp forming in your back as you sat slumped in your chair for the past 3 hours. Just as you become cognizant of all the aches and stiffness of your bones, the time in the corner of your computer strikes "1:00". Lunch time, finally. You arch your back against the chair as you reach your arms over your head, eliciting your joints to crack and muscles to stretch, "Amelie, let's go get something to eat, darling.". No response. "Amelie?" you turn your head to the side, dolls are laying on the floor motionless on the floor with no Amelie playing with them. You dart out of your seat, your chair falling down from the abrupt movement. "AMELIE?!" your voice bellows through the office, your coworkers heads turning as you make a scene.

You frantically search the area —checking both bathrooms, asking your co workers if they had seen them, and triple checking every nook and cranny she could possibly be. That's when it dawned on you, "Oh no.". You stare at the blue circular VoxTech door, the dread in you manifesting itself as a stomach ache.

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"I guess, I just wish mommy spent more time at home," Amelie confesses, her eyes fixated on her lap. "And why doesn't she?" Vox asks, his tone much softer than before. "She always here!" Oh.

Vox winced slightly, before defending himself pridefully "Well, your mother offers to stay overtime so-". Her head tilts, "Whats ova-time?". "Right, your a child," Vox mutters, "Overtime is where you work more to get more money.". "Well why donchu just give her more money any way! That would solve everything! I could get new toys and school and and and-".

Amelies words ring through his mind, her rambling fading off in the background as he contemplates her words. He couldn't just give you more money, hell no... but, maybe instead of overtime you could offer him something else...

Vox's thoughts are cut short but the door slamming open. He whips his head around and sees you running down the aisle yelling "Amelie!". "Mommy!" she yells back happily, hopping off the arm rest and running into your arms. Once you reunite, you lift her up in your arms and hold her tightly, "Please don't run away from me like that again... I was worried sick that my beautiful little girl was gone!. "Okay mommy," Amelie muffles into your chest. "Ahem" Vox interrupts the sincere reunion, his cold gaze falling on you. "Right," you set Amelie down, "Honey, go wait by the door okay?". You hoped that was far enough for her not to here the impending yelling and scolding you were about to receive. Amelie nods and makes her way across the pathway quickly, waiting for you by the door. "Sir I am so-". "Stop," he cuts you off sternly, "Your daughter was in here for the past TWO hours harassing me for cartoons...". "I know and I-". "I'm not finished!" he cuts you off again, "And while it was annoying, to say the least, you're not in trouble.". Your body relaxes at his words, thank God. "But," he begins, "I will need you to find a sitter tonight.". "I think I can make that work," you say, assuming he had you working overtime for free— which sucked but hey, at least you're not fired. "Great," he swivels his large chair back to face his desk, "a limo will be waiting to pick you up outside of your house around 7, don't be late.". Your eyebrows furrow, "I-Im sorry late for what?". "For dinner of course!" he spins his chair back to face you. "Wear something nice,” his smile falters and he cocks an eyebrow at you, his expression skeptical and a bit judgmental, “You do have something nice to wear, right?". "Uh- Yeah. I do-" "Great!" he beams, an exaggerated grin plastered across his screen, "see you then!". "I- Okay?" you hesitantly turn away and make your way to Amelie. What the fuck was that? Amelie reaches for your hand and holds it, "Did I get you in trouble?". "No sweetheart," you look down at her and smile softly, "don't worry about it."

__ You spend your lunch break hanging out with your daughter at the VoxDonalds in the lobby, watching her play with her free Velvette standee that came in her Happy Meal and enjoying the time you had with your daughter. Once you returned to work, you made sure to keep an eye on Amelie. You couldn't risk her running away from you again and earning yourself another migraine.

As you go through the motions of your work day, you find it hard to focus with the lingering thoughts of Vox's proposal. Getting picked up by some random person in a limo and going off to wherever the fuck? Jesus, this sounds like some shit you'd hear on Dateline. You suppose you'll cross that strange bridge when you get to it, for now you have to focus on getting a sitter... and figuring out what to wear. Fuck.

You had totally lied about having something nice to wear. The only things you owned were ill-fitting dresses that you wore before your pregnancy, you doubted they would fit over your changed body. Your work pant suit was the nicest thing you owned at the moment. In your defense, its hard to shop when your taking care of a 4 old and besides, the prices these days were outrages.

You had gotten home at 5:30, giving you only an hour and a half to find a sitter and look presentable for where ever you were going. Thankfully, your sister was able to take care of her for the day and picked Amelie up for a "fun night at Auntie Marie's house" at 6:15. You prayed that Marie would listen to your sugar intake warning and not call you all suprised when Amelie’s bouncing off the walls.

Once you got that out of the way, you were forced to confront your apparel issue. You filtered in an out of your closet for 20 minutes, hoping something new would appear and be perfect for the occasion. But each time you walked back in your closet, you were met with disappointment.

You put the issue aside for now and focus on your hair and makeup. Your hair was lightly curled into subtle waves, cascading down your head beautifully. And while you weren’t exactly a makeup guru, you thought you did pretty damn well with the crappy drugstore brands! And hey, you still have- TEN MINUTES LEFT?! YOU’RE FUCKED!

You sprint to your closet and dip your fingers in between each hanger, praying something would work out. Your hand stops at a classic LBD with lace around the bustier, maybe this will work if you put tights underneath?? Grabbing a pair of shear stockings, you jump into them and throw the dress over your head. Your eyes scan over your body. The once fitting dress was much tighter than you remember, your new curves stretch the fabric and the swell of your breast peaks out of the lace clad bustier. You cover your face in your hands and groan, “I look like such a slut…”.

7:00pm

Honk Honk

The sudden noise draws you away from your anxiety. You turn your head to the side and go to your window. As you push the blinds aside, a sleek navy limo with a voxtech logo appears outside your house. “Shit, shit, shit!” you exclaim, running to slip on a pair of black stilettos and grabbing your purse. Phone, keys, wallet, mace- You’re all set!

You b-line it to your front door and walk out. A chauffeur greets you. “Evening, Ms. L/N,” he grabs the car handle and opens it, his arm extended as a gesture for you to come in. “Oh, thank you,” you smile at the chauffeur and get in, careful to hold your dress in the back so you didn’t flash the poor man.

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The car ride was 10, maybe 15, minutes from your apartment. Wherever you were going was located in the nice side of the entertainment district, which wasn’t too far from your work. Your eyes were glued to the window as you watched all the glitz and glamour of the posh restaurants, watching as sinners dressed in beautiful and elegant clothing were escorted inside by their much younger looking partners.

For you, this was a glimpse of the life you never had, the life you yearned for in your early years. Though you gawk over the sites, you wouldn’t trade what you had right now for the world— it's fun to pretend to have this life just for a night!

The limo pulls over onto the sidewalk a few blocks over at an elegant ocean themed restaurant. Your in awe at the luxurious building before you before heading in. Once you enter, you walk through an arched hallway made entirely of glass. Encased in the glass were a variety of sea creatures that swam along the archway beside you. You reach your hand out to the glass as you walk, a hell-phin swimming alongside your hand happily. A smile crosses your face before quickly fading as the dolphin swims out of site once the glass archway ends.

You walk up to the hostess and smile, "Hi, I'm meeting a uh- friend- here.". The a pretty succubus demon looks up, the black painted corners of their lips curling as they sees you, "Ah, Ms. L/N! Right this way!". They turn on their heels and walk into the booming restaurant. You follow behind them and admire the elegant high-class demons enjoying their time with their lavish clothes and food. As you look around, you spot Vox up ahead in a corner booth, he doesn't see you yet. His gaze is uninterested and cold, fiddling with the cuffs on his suit with his cyan claws.

The hostess reaches the booth and gestures for you to sit, "Enjoy your dinner you two!". You sit across from him, giving the hostess a polite smile as they hand you a menu, "Thank you.". Vox's ever-present showman grin is plastered on as he's met face to face with you, "Glad you could make it!". "You look," he scans you up and down, his smile twitching slight, "greeeaaat!". You cringe. That was probably the worst reaction you could've imagined, "Thaankss....".

He clears his throat, "Anything on the menu interest you?". "Uhhh," you glance back at the menu, the absurd prices catching your eye. The only thing you could even remotely afford was maybe one non-alcoholic drink. "It's on me!" he waves his menu in the air enticingly. "You don't have to do that," you insist, setting the menu aside. He waves his hand dismissively and chuckles, "Oh, but I do! I invited you so I should be the one to pay. Besides, I know what I pay my employees and well its far too expensive for-". Vox stops mid sentence once he notices your unamused expression, your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes were staring daggers at him. He pulls on his shirt collar awkwardly, "Okay, bad joke.". His elbows rest on the table and he leans forward, putting a stop to the "showman" facade, "I suppose I should just get into why I called you here today. You see, Amelie, told me some interesting things earlier-".

"Oh god," you reach your hand up and bring it up to cover the side of your face, "what did she tell you?". Vox chuckles, "Well, she told me about her "fuckwad" absent father— your words according to her, not mine— and how she isn't enrolled in a school because of your financial situation? Is that correct?".

You're going to have to have a talk with Amelie about "sharing personal info" when you get home, "Uh, well, yes-.". "Good, I have a proposal for you," he sighs deeply, "you see, I work a lot as an overlord and I don't get a lot of, how should I put this? Intimacy.". Your eyes widen, he better not be going where you think he's going with this.

He continues, "And I think we could kill two birds with one stone here, if you were to offer intimate services with me in exchange for money then-". "Ex-fucking-scuse me?!" you yell, drawing the attention of other people around you. Your hand reaches into your bag and holds the mace protectively. You collect yourself for a moment as to not cause a scene, "I-I may be in a rough financial position but if you really want to help you could increase my wages instead of soliciting me like I'm some kind of- hooker!!".

"Five thousand," he states flatly.

"Sorry, what?" "Five. thousand," he repeats "you need this more than me. Think of everything you could do with that money. Amelies education would be paid for, you wouldn't have to work as hard, and you'd be able to spend more time with your daughter.”. Shit. He had a point. You bit your lip as you considered the insane proposal. On one hand, you'd have to have sex with your boss. Gross. On the other hand... you could give Amelie the life she deserves, the life you yearned to give her.

"...Nobody can know," you respond, your tone wavering slightly. "Fine by me, doll" he extends a hand, "so, do we have a deal?". Your trembling hand releases the mace and reaches out to shake his, "Deal.". You really hoped you were making the right decision here. You'd do anything for Amelie, and if this was gonna give her everything you hoped you'd be able to give her, then so be it.

"So, when do these "sessions" start," you ask apprehensively. Vox cocks an eyebrow, "How long do you have the sitter for?". "Until tomorrow afternoon-". "Great," he grins, his posture straightening out confidently, "We'll have dinner then head back to my place, you'll be home before the sitter comes.". "Oh yeah I uhm, I guess that works, out," you weren't expecting it all to happen so soon, but alas, you made a commitment. For Amelie. __ You two spend some time together at dinner, ordering fancy drinks and food and making polite conversation. It wasn't a terrible date (if you could even call it that), but you couldn't help but fear for the night ahead. Never in a million years would you have imagined you'd be having sex with Vox. He wasn't terrible looking, but it was just weird! A chill went down your spine at the thought of your eventual hooking up.

Not to mention the fact that you hadn't had sex since you were pregnant with Amelie. That's four years! You were nervous like a virgin... and honestly a bit insecure over your post-pregnancy body.

Vox pays for the outrageously expensive dinner like it was nothing and guides you outside to where a chauffeur is waiting by the limo. You sit down in the limo and he plops himself right beside you, his large hand grabbing your thigh, rubbing his thumb across it gently.

Your breath hitches slightly as your legs instinctively tighten together. "Relax," he says, his voice low and gravelly, "nothing's going to happen in the limo.". His words did relax you a bit, for now, but the intimacy part of the night was still yet to come. __ Once you arrive at the V-Tower, Vox guides you to his penthouse at the top floor of the tower, his hand resting on the small of your back the whole way. You walk in and are met with a beautifully lavish and techy apartment; floor to ceiling windows, sleek furniture, and, of course, a ton of technology. "Beautiful place," you say softly. "Thanks," he grabs your purse and sets it on the kitchen island. He slowly walks toward you again, stalking toward you like a predator to his prey. Grabbing your hips, he pulls you flush against him. Before you can act, he captures your lips in a kiss. His lips were soft, surprisingly. Instead of having a TV glass-like quality like you assumed it would, his lips were fleshy and tender. Feeling Vox's soft lips pressed against your own, you allow yourself to get lost in the moment, savoring the sensation of you bodies intertwined. He deepens the kiss, his tongue darting out to tease yours. As your tongues slide against each other, your stomach starts to flutter, the heat between your thighs building up. His hands greedily grasp at your hips as he kisses you desperately, holding onto you tightly as if you'd leave if he let you go. He pulls you closer against him, his erection strained against his pants and poking your stomach. As if your hips had a mind of their own, you grind against his throbbing cock. You gasp softly against his lips, your muffled surprise coming out as a moan-like noise.

Vox's cock twitches against your stomach, the movement coming from you causing him to momentarily pause his kisses. His hold on you gets tighter, his voice low and possessive, "Enough, I'm not paying you to fucking tease me. Let's go.". Without another word, he strides off to the bedroom, turning back in the doorway to see still you standing in the kitchen, "What are you doing? Let's go.". His voice is commanding and almost fed-up, like you were just supposed to know to follow him like some puppy dog! You take a deep breath and repeat a soothing mantra that's gotten you through a lot, "For Amelie, for Amelie, for Amelie...". It’ll all be worth it to see her smile… With a sigh, you follow him into the bedroom. Once your in, his hands return to its place on your hips. His figure looms over your smaller one as the two of you stare into each others eyes. It wasn’t exactly romantic, but rather thoughtful. He gave you a desperate look that made you realize, he needed this just as much as you did.

With that, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips tenderly against his, earning a pleased hum from Vox. His eyes were furrowed shut as you kissed, his hands snaking up to your face and kiss you deeper.

Vox broke the kiss with a gasp, his forehead falling forward to rest against yours. His eyes were partially closed, his digital pupils blown wide with need as he stared down at you. You could feel the pounding of your heart against your ribcage, feeling the blood rushing through your veins with a fervor you hadn't felt in a long time.

A sharp cyan claw extends out to your dress, tracing the delicate lace materials along your breast. "Alright," he pats your breast, "off.". "R-right," you stutter, a bit lightheaded from the heated moment the two of you shared.

While he busies himself with taking off his intricately layered suit, you work on undressing yourself. You step out of your heels and peel off your sheer black stockings. As you undress, you can't help but let your eyes wander to Vox's undressed form. He was rather lanky, with lean arms and a slim waist you swore your hand could easily wrap around.

Once your dress was off, the two of you were left in only underwear. The air was tense, and a bit awkward. The two of you just stared at each other like teenage virgins. You fought off a cringe. Vox sighs, "Cmon, don't just stand there. I'm paying good money for this.". Oh fuck him.

You roll your eyes so hard they almost come out of your head. "As you wish, sir," you mutter sarcastically, walking towards the bed. "Don't be a brat," his words punctuated with a light static. He comes up from behind you and bends you over the bed, one hand grabbing your thigh while the other tears a hole in your underwear with his claw. "Hey!" you look back at him, "you could've just taken them off!".

"Relax," he drags his fingers teasingly along your the open slit in your underwear, just barely ghosting your wet sensitive flesh, "I'll buy you a new pair, hell, I'll buy you a hundred.". His claw tears the underwear so that it falls to the floor in pieces, he scoffs at the ripped strips of underwear, "Where did you buy this piece of crap? The dollar store?". "Shut up and get on with it!" you bark at him after the embarrassingly true call out.

"Fine," Vox hooks his claws under his boxers and pulls them down, letting them fall at his feet. He kicks off the boxers somewhere and presses his hard cock against your ass. You whimper quietly at the sensation, earning a smug laugh from Vox. "That's it, Doll," he coos, pulling back for a moment before pushing his tip into you. "Shiit-" you groan out, he wasn't hard to take or anything but fuck that felt good.

He inches himself deeper and deeper until he buries himself into the hilt. Yeah, okay, now he’s getting hard to take. His breathing grows heavy, you turn back and see his disheveled state. You could tell with the way his cock twitched inside you that he was already close.

He makes breif eye contact before pulling his hips back and thrusting into you, "Hnnf...". Shit, you weren't sure you would last longer than he did. You threw your head down onto the mattress as he pounds his cock into you. A coil in your stomach starts to tighten, "Fuck, Vox-".

Your words only serve to drive him further, he slams his hips into you at a punishingly fast pace. His claws dig into the flesh of your hips, his thumb brushing over a stretch mark from your pregnancy. "V-Vox wait-" you moan out, afraid you'll embarrass yourself by cumming so soon. "Shhh," he rubs your back softly with one hand, "don't— fuck— don’t worry...".

Grunts and moans fill the room as he continues to ram his jutting cock inside your wet pussy. You start to become desperate for release, your hips plunging backward to meet his thrusts. His cock twitches inside you, he can feel your walls start to flutter around him.

With one final thrust, the coil in your core snaps. A breathy moan and incoherent babbles escape your lips as you surrender to ecstasy. Your pussy pulsates as you cum, gripping his dick tightly. "Fuck!" he exclaims, slamming into you as he rides out his orgasm. Cum spills out of his cock and into your spent cunt.

The two of you breath heavily for a moment. After a few minutes, he pulls his soft cock out of you and sits on the edge of the bed beside you. "So," he breaks the silence, his voice breathless, "You want me to call the limo or-?". Jeez, no aftercare? No wonder he was lonley.

You get up and stretch your back, glancing at the torn underwear on the floor, "I'm not going in a car commando.". He rolls his eyes, "Fine, stay the night.". Pushing himself off the bed, he walks over to the other side and climbs into the covers. He lays on his side and turns off the light beside him. Did this man really just fuck you and then go night night?

With a frustrated sigh, you climb into the bed and turn over facing opposite him. "I'll have your money in the morning," was the last thing Vox said before drifting off to sleep.

__ You wake up to the sun shining brightly through the floor to ceiling windows. Sleepily, you turn over and see the other side of the bed empty. You sit up and look around, "Vox?". Grabbing a blanket, you wrap it around yourself and look around the apartment. You enter the kitchen and see a stack of cash with a note by your purse. The note read: "Had to leave for work. Here's your money. I'll call you when I need you again.

—Vox"

'How lovely,' you thought to yourself. Hands reach out to grab the wad of cash, your fingers flipping though the money tentatively, "Holy shit.".

__

Guilt wracked you all day. What would people think if they found out? Maybe you should've just stuck it out with your day job...

You arrive home and get showered. A few hours later, Amelie comes home! You thank your sister and exchange goodbyes, being very vague with where you had been all night.

Your thoughts continue to consume you until you see the joy in Amelie's eyes as she opens the gifts you grabbed for her on the way home. She squealed with joy and hugged you tightly, almost making you cry. Just as you suspected earlier, Amelie's smile would make it all worth it.

The rest of the day was spent with just the two of you hanging out, something you hadn't been able to do in ages. Just when you put Amelie down for bed, you get a call from an unknown number, "Hello?" __ AAAA NEW SERIESS LESS GOOO. hope ygs like it more parts will come eventually!! :)

TAG LIST:

@6esiree , @voxslays , @ithopi0s , @diffidentphantom

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ʟᴍᴋ ɪꜰ ᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

Amelie sits at a piano in the middle of the park, singing to itself and hesitantly playing along. There's an odd skillfulness to it,like it's muscle memory brushed aside for too long.

"I want to roll the numbers

I want to feel my stars align again

Even if the earth breaks like burnt skin

And the heavens just won't open up for me

Would you invite me in again?

Won't you pay for your arrogance?

Won't you show me your weakness?"

Faer voice is quiet,barely audible over the piano.

[steddie-as-they-come]

ok listen so i saw this tiktok where this girl was at a concert and the singer gave her his ring to hold for a song and then didn’t take it back and i knew i had to steddie-fy it. enjoy!

Steve didn’t know what he was doing there.

Robin had dragged him along to this bar to chaperone for her date with some metalhead girl, but sometime during the night she had disappeared into the bathroom to go make out with said girl, and Steve had been left alone at the front of the crowd.

Look, he never said he was a good chaperone, alright?

And now the next band was coming out.

Corroded Coffin stepped onto the stage, and Steve felt his mouth go dry.

The guy in front, the lead singer, was the hottest fucking guy he had ever seen.

He had dark, curly hair, was dressed in skinny-as-hell jeans, and his shirt had the sleeves cut off, as well as most of the seams on the side. When he raised his arms, Steve caught a glimpse of ink under the shirt.

The guy wrapped a ringed hand around the neck of his guitar, smiling devilishly at the crowd. “Ready for the most metal concert ever?”

The crowd screamed their approval, and Steve screamed along with them, not knowing what the fuck he was doing. He knew he looked so out of place among them, his soft yellow sweater a spotlight against the sea of black clothing and silver chains.

The singer strummed an experimental note, then frowned down at his hands. “Dammit, wore the wrong ring today.” He slid a ring off his right knuckle, then peered at the crowd. “Here.”

He pointed at Steve, whose heart froze. He tilted his head. “Me?”

“Yeah.” He lobbed the ring at Steve underhanded, who caught it gently. “Hold that for the rest of the show, alright, pretty boy?”

The guy backed up and started the count for his band, but Steve didn’t even hear when they started to play. He was too busy staring at the ring, turning it over and over again in his hand. It was a cool silver, with an amber stone inlaid in it.

He slid the ring onto his pinkie.

“Holy shit, Steve!” came a familiar voice in his ear. It was Robin, hair messed up and makeup smeared. “These guys are good!”

He laughed. “I see you had fun.”

“Steve. Steeeve. She is so fucking hot, dude.” Robin said, splaying over his shoulder. “She went to- where’d you get that?”

She was looking at the ring.

“Uh,” Steve said dumbly. “He gave it to me.” He pointed up at the lead singer, whose hair was flying everywhere as he belted into the mic. His voice was amazing, like a wrecking ball crashing through Steve’s heart.

“No fucking way.” came a voice from Steve’s other side. Robin’s date, Emily or Amelie or something like that, he couldn’t quite remember, said. “Eddie Munson gave you a ring?”

“Yeah?” Steve said. He plucked the cup out of her hands and passed it to Robin, who drained it. “Why?”

“Because he never takes them off. There’s band interviews of them where his band mates are complaining because Eddie won’t share. And he just gave you one?”

A particularly loud stomp broke them out of their trances and made Robin fall off Steve’s shoulder. Eddie must have seen they weren’t paying attention, and decided to make them pay attention, by jumping and landing right by Steve’s head.

Steve jolted back up, staring directly into Eddie’s eyes.

Eddie winked.

Steve felt his face grow hot, and even though he tried to tell himself it was only the stage lights reflecting onto his face, he knew that wasn’t it.

Corroded Coffin may not have been Steve’s taste in music, but he couldn’t deny they were good. Eddie, of course, stole the show, his undeniable stage presence drawing everyone in.

Including Steve, of course.

By the time the set was over, Corroded Coffin packed up their shit and left the stage. Steve was preoccupied with getting home.

As the two of them exited the bar in a stream of other patrons, he looked down at his hand.

The ring Eddie had given him was sitting innocently on his pinkie, twinkling up at him.

“Shit.” he whispered.

“What?” Robin asked. “Steve, what is it?”

“His ring. I think I was supposed to give it back at the end of the show.”

“Aw, really?” Robin said. “And here I was thinking he proposed.”

Steve shoved her, then dragged her out of the way of the doors. “Shut up, I gotta return this before he reports it as stolen.”

“I think the only thing that’s stolen is my heart.” someone said from behind him.

Steve whipped around.

Eddie.

“That was…really, really corny.” Steve said, trying to regain his footing. His entire brain was screaming “HOT BOY” at him, so it wasn’t really working. He thought he made a valiant effort, though. Robin had slunk off to hide somewhere and watch from afar, the traitor.

Eddie shrugged. “Eh, opportunity came up, had to take it.” He held out his hand to shake. “Eddie Munson.”

Steve took it. “Steve Harrington.”

He slid the ring off his finger and made to drop it into Eddie’s hand, but Eddie held up a hand. “Listen, I’ve decided you can keep it, but only if I get your number in return.”

“Really?” Steve crossed his arms, balling the ring into his fist. The cold metal pressed against his palm. “I’ve heard from one of your fans that you don’t even share your rings with your band mates. Why do I get one?”

“Let’s just say I’m curious about why a guy dressed like he just got out of a PTA conference is in my metal audience.” Eddie said.

Steve looked down at his sweater. “Okay, listen, it wasn’t a PTA meeting.” he said. “It was a bake sale.”

Eddie laughed. “Even better, Jesus. You’ve got to tell me more.”

“I’m free for lunch around one?” Steve offered.

“Perfect.” Eddie tapped his phone and offered it to Steve to put in his contact. “Text you soon, pretty boy.”

Steve was so preoccupied with watching him walk away, he didn’t realize he still had the ring.

[a-very-fond-farewell]

thank you @thepointlessmasterpiece :D *makes finger guns at you*

Artist: Muse

What is your gender? Starlight

How do you feel? Time is Running Out

If you could go anywhere? Neutron Star Collision

Favourite mode of transportation? Supermassive Black Hole

Your best friend? Revolt

Favourite time of day? Mercy

If your life was a TV show? Blockades

Relationship status? Undisclosed Desires

Your fear? Propaganda

I’m gonna tag: @amethystina , @goaheadandflysomeplane , @kinslayersadvocate , @sssrha and @fismoll7secinv ! (if you don’t have time it’s ok! hope you lovely mutuals are having a good time :D and if anyone wants to do it! please do! and tag me so I can see your take on this prompt! :) ok bye)

Thank you so much for the tag @ratinthevoid 💜

using only song titles of one artist/band answer the questions and then tag others

artist: Katy Perry

what is your gender: One of the Boys

how do you feel: Ur So Gay

if you could go anywhere: Harleys in Hawaii

favorite mode of transportation: Dark Horse

your best friend: E.T.

favorite time of day: Wide Awake

if your life was a TV show: Cry About It Later

relationship status: Legendary Lovers

your fear: Small Talk

Tagging: @teddy-ted @crazy-minded-girl @volturiwolf @katinkulta @tuituipupu @koschei-the-ginger @katstwistedmind

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

If you've seen Werepapas, you must be just as baffled as everyone else during "that" scene, huh?

And if you didn't, trust me, you will.

I haven't been watching season six and, based on what I've heard about it, the only way I would ever watch it is if some form of payment was involved. However, I do know what scene you're talking about because I follow enough blogs to have seen the chaos.

For those who are a little more removed from the fandom, the new episode Werepapas just aired and, in it, Adrien's grandparents are akumatized via his amok rings. This is actually a nice bit of tension because we know that akumas can be overcome by talking it out instead of fighting, but we haven't seen what that looks like with the new butterfly holder. This episode provides a good way to show off what that looks like now, emphasizing how much harder it is to deal with Lila's manipulation and establishing that talking it out will not be as easy as it was in season four and five. It also gives Adrien a moment to shine as he obviously has to be the one to free his own grandparents since Marinette has no connection to them and you can't destroy the rings without killing him, right?

Right?

[Image description: Adrien's amok rings lying broken in Ladybug's hand. An akuma is coming out of them, but there is no feather]

Wrong! Let's just let Ladybug break the rings without consequences while Adrien is trapped in a trophy and left completely out of another fight with his family. That's way better story telling!

I know people are horrified by this and asking why Ladybug apparently didn't even try to find another way to free the akuma, but I'm just laughing because I called that she could probably do this months ago! Crocoduel logic fits the pattern! The rings probably had to be on fingers for the amok to go free or some similar bullshit.

Or maybe this is some new logic? Or maybe Adrien isn't a sentimonster after all! Or maybe Lila stole his rings offscreen/in the still unaired first episode! Who knows? Not me! The complete lack is logic is what makes it fun, though, right? Right?

Btw, since we're talking about Marinette and the rings, does anyone know how Marinette knows that the rings are Adrien's amok? Who told her? It wasn't Gabriel or Félix. Did it happen in the London special? Does she even know or was she only hesitant to break the rings because she knew how much they meant to Adrien? I honestly have no idea. I'm still not sure if she knows that he's a sentimonster since all she was canonically told was that Emilie randomly got pregnant after a long battle with infertility:

Félix: But even the best remedies couldn't seem to overcome their curse. (Marinette squints her eyes, immersing herself more in the story.) Félix: Until one day, the curious princess learned that she was expecting — (Both depict Emilie pregnant and Gabriel, with peacock feathers spreading on the background.) Félix: She was pregnant. (Marinette's eyes widen upon realization.)

And that Amelie also got pregnant soon after using the peacock:

Félix: The curious princess felt badly for her twin sister. So, she asked the tailor if he could do something for the good princess and the lord of war to have a child as well. (The scene switches to Félix, acting as Gabriel, talking to Kagami who is acting as Colt.) Félix: (as Gabriel) After much study, I have discovered a solution for you and your wife. But there will be a price to pay. You will give me your best knight to guard my future son. In exchange, I will lend you this magic amulet. It will allow you to give life to your dream and to control it. Kagami: (as Colt) Sorcery? Never! Félix: (as Gabriel) Well, it's up to you, of course. (Just as "Gabriel" is about to take back his offer, "Colt" chases after his hand and accepts this "sorcery" that "Gabriel" talks about, taking the Peacock Miraculous with him as well.)

Ah Miraculous, you never change. How a show for kids is so confusing is beyond me!

note this is all what I've picked up second hand so feel free to let me know if I got any details wrong

[kathlare]

sweet distraction

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando, still feeling the tension of a race that didn't go as planned, finds a distraction in a message from Amelie.

Wordcount: 1.1 k

Warnings: kinda suggestive content, fluff

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June 23rd, 2024 - Barcelona, Spain

Lando leaned back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to shake off the exhaustion from the race. The meeting was dragging on longer than it should have, as usual, with endless discussions about tire management and pit strategy. He had finished second at the Spanish Grand Prix, which, on the surface, should’ve been a solid result. But it didn’t feel like enough. Not for him. Not today.

The team had made some strong moves, but he couldn’t shake the bitter taste of that final lap. Max had taken the win, of course. He always did. But it wasn’t even that—he wanted to win, but the way the race had unfolded, the way he’d fought to stay in that second spot… it just didn’t sit right with him. He felt like he could’ve pushed harder, done better. A familiar knot of frustration twisted in his gut, a feeling he couldn’t seem to shake.

As his team continued to talk about the finer points of tire wear and car setup, Lando’s attention started to wander. His phone buzzed once, then twice. He glanced down to see a message notification from Amelie, and instantly his mood lifted a little. She was in LA, doing her photoshoot for her Short n Sweet album. He hadn’t been able to catch up with her properly after the race, but he knew she’d been busy. The message was a welcome distraction.

Amelie had sent him a few of the final shots from her shoot—she was wearing a skin-tight, sparkling silver dress that glittered like diamonds under the soft studio lighting. Her hair was styled in loose, soft waves, and her makeup was flawless—bold eyes and a soft nude lip. But it wasn’t just the clothes or the styling that grabbed his attention—it was her. The way she looked at the camera with that sultry, confident expression. Her lips slightly parted, her gaze as sharp and intense as ever, her curves accentuated perfectly.

His pulse quickened.

He didn’t even care about the fact that he was still in a team meeting. He could feel his cock start to stir in his racing suit as he scrolled through the pictures. Fuck, she looked unreal.

—Everything alright, Norris?— One of the engineers called out, but Lando didn’t respond. He was too distracted by the photos.

In one, she was leaning against a pillar, the soft light catching the curve of her neck and the line of her jaw. Her pose was effortless, almost too natural for someone who was still so young. But it was the way her eyes locked onto the camera that had him biting his lip, the heat in them unmistakable.

He slid his phone back up and looked at the next photo. Her body was turned slightly to the side, the dress hugging her figure so perfectly that it looked like it was painted on her skin. A subtle smile danced on her lips, and he could almost hear her teasing him.

You’ve got no idea how much I want to fuck you right now, he thought, his fingers itching to reply. He quickly swiped through the rest of the photos, each one more provocative than the last. His hand gripped the edge of the table, trying to keep himself composed, but it was getting harder by the second.

The sound of his phone buzzing again broke him from his trance. He grabbed it eagerly.

Ames💛: Congratulations on second place, baby. I know it’s not the win, but I’m still proud of you. Enjoy the distraction.💛

His lips curled into a cocky grin, and he could practically hear her voice in his head. "Enjoy the distraction."

With a quick glance around the room, making sure no one was paying attention, he sent her a quick response.

Lan🧡: Distracting me with your sexy ass again? It’s working.

He added a few cheeky emojis, then waited, anticipation growing with every passing second. He could almost hear her laugh, could picture her smirking at the phone screen, that confident, playful energy she always had.

The phone buzzed again within moments, and he eagerly unlocked it. Her reply made his stomach twist with excitement.

Ames💛: You wish you were here right now. Bet you could use a little distraction.

Lando chuckled to himself, feeling his arousal pulse stronger with each text. He couldn’t resist. The thought of her, all glammed up and looking so goddamn gorgeous, just a few time zones away, was enough to set him on fire.

Lan🧡: You don’t even know what I’d do to you if I was with you right now.

He hit send before he could stop himself, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. The tension in the room seemed to disappear as his mind drifted back to Amelie, back to the thoughts of her body against his, the way her lips felt against his skin, the way she made him forget everything else.

Another few minutes passed. Lando leaned back in his chair, trying to focus on the meeting, but all he could think about was her—how much he wanted her, how much he needed her.

His phone buzzed again, but this time, he didn’t open it immediately. He waited, savoring the moment.

Finally, he couldn’t resist. He glanced at his screen. Amelie had replied with something that made his heart race:

Ames💛: Tell me when you’re free and I’ll show you exactly what I’d do to you.

The words hit him like a shot of adrenaline. His cock was already half-hard, straining against his racing suit, but now he was dangerously close to losing his composure in the middle of the meeting. He had to bite down on his lip to keep from groaning.

—Lando?— His engineer snapped his fingers in front of his face. —You with us?—

Lando looked up, forcing himself to focus on the meeting, though it was clear his mind was elsewhere. He just needed to get through this, get through the race weekend.

—Yeah, yeah,— he muttered, leaning forward. —Just... just give me a sec.—

He swiped his phone to the side, hiding it under the table, but it was hard to focus on anything other than the fire building in his gut. The meeting felt endless. Every second, he was thinking about her, imagining her in that dress, imagining the way she would tease him with that mischievous smile.

As the meeting continued, Lando’s thoughts were a constant whirlwind of desire. Every glance at his phone only made it worse—more photos, more teasing messages.

Finally, the meeting ended, and he was free.

Without wasting any time, he headed straight to his room. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, and as soon as the door clicked shut, he pulled out his phone again, opening the last message she’d sent him.

“Tell me when you’re free and I’ll show you exactly what I’d do to you.”

Lando smirked. She had no idea how badly I want her right now. He quickly shot a message back.

Lan🧡: I’m free now. And I’m going to make sure you’re free later.

[xukies]

Higgs from death stranding is so wild cause I beat the first game recently and i didn't really read or collect many of the interviews so the entire game presented him to be as just this batshit insane nihilistic terrorist with an almost cartoonishly desire to end life itself.

And then you go and actually read the journal entries that are his backstory and while he is still all of those things you learn he's also kind of the victim here between his childhood and constant exposure to death and BTs of COURSE he would grow up hateful of humanity and be "seduced" by someone who can give him godlike powers and promise extinction.

And then Sam comes into the picture and you can feel the jealousy being implied at in the story. Why does she pay attention to him and not me. Why does she love him and not me. The room full of pictures of Sam is insane when you read into everything and look at the bigger picture. He's not just obsessed with Sam, but he's so deeply jealous that Amelie genuinely loves Sam and not him that it's literally driving him insane.

Higgs isn't a one dimensional "crazy terrorist" antagonist like the cutscenes suggest. He's a scared, traumatized little boy who just wants to belong somewhere and is immediately swept up by the one person who is able to manipulate him by giving him unlimited power and a way to get back at humanity itself for "wronging" him. He isn't some grand criminal mastermind like the game tells you at first. He's a victim, yet another pawn in Amelie's game. It just sucks literally all of this is only found in the supplementary material.

[pixelglam]

hey amelie! i just wanted to ask, how long did it take for you to learn how to build? did you watch youtube tutorials or anything like that? idk, i’ve always wanted to build a house for my own sims but it’s so hard for me to like what i’ve made. did you feel this way too? do you have any tips? sorry i’m such a yapper 😭 have a great day! <3

Hello! Watching simmers like bojanasims, lilsimsie and simlicy on youtube helped me a lot especially when I started building lots myself about one and a half years ago! I listed a few tips for you below!

I also received a similar message from another anon so I'll be answering both here. 🤍

'hiii i recently discovered your yt channel and i love your builds. how did you improve your building skills and how do you make your builds so realistic? 🩵'

Study Real Architecture: Look at real-life houses, apartments, and buildings to understand architectural styles, layouts, and details. This can give you inspiration and ideas for your own builds. My favorites are pinterest and real estate/architect websites.

Plan Your Build: Before starting, come up with a plan and layout for the build. Decide on the overall style (modern, traditional, etc.), number of rooms, color scheme and any special features you want to include.

Get Acquainted with The Basics: Understand the basic tools and controls in Build Mode. Practice using the wall tool, room tool, roof and terrain tools to create a solid foundation for all your builds. There are a lot of really informative tutorials on youtube! (important for beginners)

Pay Attention to Scale and Proportions: Ensure that rooms, windows, doors, and furniture are proportionate to each other. This helps in creating a realistic and cohesive look.

Use Realistic Colors and Textures: Choose colors and textures that are realistic and complement each other well. Consider the overall color scheme of the house and how different materials blend together.

Add Detailing: Pay attention to small details like trim around windows and doors, roof overhangs, and landscaping. These details can make a big difference in the overall appearance of your build.

Experiment with Roofing and Terrain: Roofs and landscaping can significantly impact the realism of your build. Experiment with different roof shapes, angles, and materials. Use terrain tools to create realistic slopes and landscaping features.

Furnish Thoughtfully: When furnishing your builds, think about how real people would use the space. Arrange furniture in a way that makes sense functionally and aesthetically.

Utilize Custom Content (CC): Explore custom content to expand your options for building, furniture and decorative items. This can often help to create a more realistic look as well.

Seek Feedback and Learn from Others: Share your builds in sims discord groups or on Simblr to ask for feedback and look for inspiration. Look at tutorials and speed builds by other players/creators to learn new techniques and tricks. (please don't copy or steal other people's builds to post online though)

Practice Regularly: Like any skill, building in The Sims 4 improves with practice. Experiment with different styles and challenge yourself with more complex builds over time.

Have Fun and Be Creative: Building in The Sims 4 is a creative outlet, so enjoy the process and don't be afraid to try new things in your designs.

[bkatlips]

Ranking and explaining my rankings of Mike Flanagan’s shows and how they make me feel in honor of spooky season and just finishing Usher!! Why not!! Everyone else is doing it!! I’m also going to give it a gay score based on how gay they are (which also includes how big of a role gay characters played).

Disclaimer: Every one of these shows is well-made in one way or another and deserves to be watched based on whether someone else finds the premise interesting and not whether I liked the show. Too often I see “that show was bad to me therefore you shouldn’t watch it” and I disagree with that line of thinking.

1. The Haunting of Bly Manor-I can already hear people screaming “Hill House is better!” In some ways, yes! In some very important ways, however, I disagree. The biggest being Bly Manor emotionally resonated with me a lot more. The themes, the found family (as someone who is an only child), and of course, the lesbianism. Dani’s story of compulsory heterosexuality may be one of if not the best in media and her love story with Jamie ended up being one of the best media has to offer, too. And really using a horror story and turning it into a love story is kind of brilliant (and annoying for the people who were just there for the jumpscares I guess). Don’t get me wrong the show has flaws (why the FUCK do Peter and Rebecca have so much screentime? was that eight episode really the best placement?) but the stuff that lands, really really lands. I’m still thinking about Dani and Jamie 3 years later. Hannah’s episode was very well done. The kid actors little Amelie and Ben were phenomenal. Upon rewatch you notice most decisions and dialogue in the show were made with some purpose and it usually relates to something thematic. Some people may say it doesn’t really have one defining central thesis therefore making it messy, but to me the fact it has many themes actually makes it more fun to think about. Gay score: 100000/10

2. The Haunting of Hill House-A horror classic that got me into Flanagan! This is Flanagan’s best series as far as making you pee your pants. That hat man is just scary! The character work is nice. Those first 6 episodes are incredible. Perfect. The thing that brings it under Bly Manor for me is honestly the ending. It left something to be desired for me. I can’t pinpoint exactly what it is, but it just did not conclude in such an emotionally resonant way as Bly Manor to me. Shout out to the Newton Bros because the music on this damn show (and Bly too but that’s basically Hill House music continued) is so so good. Also the character work is masterful because Shirley Crain is kind of a bitch but you do come to love her. In fact, there wasn’t a Crain I didn’t feel for. They’re deeply fucked up, sympathetic people. It’s a great show with some great thematic work but it just doesn’t speak to me quite as much as Bly, that’s it. I know that’s unpopular but it is what it is. A great good show nonetheless. Gay score: 8/10

3. The Fall of the House of Usher-This show is wild and honestly I couldn’t decide between ranking this one or Midnight Club third. I went with this one because the acting and technical stuff was so phenomenal. I’m not really into gore horror so this wasn’t like my thing on the surface but I do appreciate what a homage to Poe it is in the very limited knowledge of Poe’s work that I have. It was fun to see all the cast from previous shows back again especially T’nia. One of the downsides to this show is it doesn’t really make you feel a lot and so compared to the Haunting shows for me that makes it inferior for sure. But it’s a fun watch and honestly I need to rewatch the final episode because I had a hard time paying attention for that one. Gay score: really fucking queer/10

4. The Midnight Club-Ah Flanagan’s little dud. This one is really not very loved compared to the others, seems to be just about nobody’s favorite, however personally I liked it. I think people are a little unfair to it and while it may not be Flanagan’s best, I don’t think it’s awful. It doesn’t really tackle anything new when it comes to themes. There’s some death, grief, stages of acceptance, and cult stuff. I think the way it has these kids telling stories to deal with their reality was really brilliant in a way. There was one episode (six I think) that dealt with depression and suicide that made me sob and I thought was super well done. That one stuck with me.I think it would have benefited from a more likeable main character and also from the second season that was planned! Gay score: 6/10

5. Midnight Mass-To be honest, I probably could have gone without watching this show. It just didn’t really resonate with me and didn’t really entertain me save like the very last two episodes. It’s technically well-made and I appreciate what Flanagan was trying to do and convey with the danger of cults and religion. It was obviously a very personal project and was him working through his own experiences but it wasn’t for me. It had a few too many monologues and I don’t think monologues make an interesting character piece. However, it’s a critically acclaimed work so I recommend anyone who wants to check out Flanagan’s work still check it out! Especially if you like weird vampire stuff I guess. Also the acting especially from the priest was phenomenal. So there’s definitely pros to this show, but it didn’t add anything to my life for me! Gay score: 3/10 :/

Also, shout out to Mike because every single one of these shows is queer to one degree or another. He loves the gays! Ally! Bisexual wife probably helps too!

[crushedgraham]

Would u do an Ashe x Widowmaker x fem! Reader (poly relationship) headcanons please? Reader is quite introverted 🤍

Also some smut headcanons too if that’s okay :)

Widowmaker x introverted fem Reader x Ashe

im still trying to figure out how to portray them :,) but i hope you like it!

prepare to be SPOILED.

theyre both loaded and will not hesitate to buy anything for you

oh you want something but youre too shy to ask? amélie can tell as soon as she looks at you, her eyes keenly observing you

typically amélie's the one accompanying you while shopping bc ashe is busy running the deadlock gang but she tries her best to join every now and then

she makes up for it by bringing you little trinkets from her heists that reminds her of you

it can vary from expensive jewelry to little figurines she thought you'd like

she'll clasp a gold necklace around your neck and kiss your cheek, murmuring a small "such a pretty girl"

they're trying to one up each other, every chance they get

who's the better shooter?

who's the better cook (ashe can only grill hotdogs and burgers and amélie can only make charcuterie boards but they try their best)?

who's the better kisser?

who can make you cum the fastest

they just want your praise and affection 🙁

speaking of which...they're N E E D Y.

you literally have to sleep in the middle so they each have easy access to you

when ashe gets jealous of amelie, her confident and "dominating" mask crumbles, leaving her needy and whiny

she'll kiss and nuzzle at your neck with her arms wrapped tightly around your waist "Darlin'...Pay attention to me"

when amélie gets jealous of ashe she gets petty and almost cat-like. she'll huff and pout while glaring at you and the cowgirl until you get the hint that she needs some loving too

i feel like ashe would love to show off her partners at events she holds for the deadlock gang

you dont like socializing too much? thats fine with her, she'll steal you away to a private nook in her expensive party room

ashe will sit you on her lap while she sips some whiskey and eyes you up and down

if you're feeling bold and decide to slip her hat off of her head and onto your own?

she'll go feral.

Cowboy hat rule is all im saying.

amélie will accompany the two of you sometimes to join in on the fun but opts out most of the times bc she thinks the rowdiness of the party's distasteful

you sitting on ashe's lap with your back pressed against her chest, her knees spreading your legs open for amélie who's kneeling with her head under your dress is a position you frequent a lot

ashe tops the most (she's so smug about it) but when amélie takes over? she crumbles.

sounds like a whiny mess as you watch and touch yourself to the scene of her getting her back absolutely blown out by amélie

i feel like one of their favorite positions would be amélie sitting on your face while ashe fucks you with her favorite strap

ANYWAYS

lets get back to some domestic hc's

ashe can definitely play the acoustic guitar and will softly play it while singing old country songs whenever it's a sleepless night or when someone gets a nightmare

she even learned the chords for some french lullabies for amélie to sing to

when you go out to eat and they get your order wrong but you're too shy to say anything, BABE THEY GOTCHU.

"she asked for no pickles 😠"

or if you just don't want to order in general? they'll happily do it!

if your social battery's running out or you're just feeling a little on edge/anxious at events they'll escort you outside for a break

the silence is comfortable and the comforting smell of their shared cigarette grounds you

after a long day yall will just turn on a movie of your choice and you'll lay in between them

ashe will most likely spoon you and amélie will lay on her side, facing you while tracing little patterns on your ribs or holding your hand

[bullet-prooflove]

Jack and Amelie being sweet and cuddling

Tagging: @soultrysworld @kmc1989 @livingonthehems @tess-love @mandy426

Companion piece to:

Madness of a Genius - Jack notices you're the only one not paying attention during a donor event.

The First Time (NSFW) - Jack reveals his secret during your first time together.

Fucked Up - You and Jack each have your own special brand of fucked up.

French - You and Jack share an intimate moment at an event.

The Professor (NSFW) - Jack and you share an intimate moment in your office.

Different (NSFW) - You and Jack are a little different from normal people.

Every Morning - Jack's mornings have changed for the better.

Lunch (NSFW) - Jack can't stop thinking about you.

Cartier - Jack tries to build some healthier habits to vent his stress.

Pictures of You (NSFW) - Jack carries a certain picture of you when he goes abroad.

Bali - A vacation in Bali leads Jack to make some life changes.

Zurich (NSFW) - Jack cancels his trip when he realises something is going on with you.

Dignity - You ex tries to put a price on your dignity.

Jack will never admit his favourite thing about being with you is the cuddling. He loves the sex, the physicality of the act, the intimacy but he loves the aftermath more. The feel of you in his arms, your face buried into the hollow of his throat as you hold him close, your fingers doodling patterns across his back.

He’s never had this with anybody else, he’s never allowed himself to because being vulnerable means there’s a possibility of getting hurt and Jack, he’s hurt himself enough over the years.

“Oh Amélie…” He whispers, his thumb ghosting over your cheek as he looks into your eyes. “You have no idea just how much you mean to me do you?”

“Tell me.” You whisper back, your lips brushing over his.

So he does. He says the words ‘I love you’ for the very first time in his life.

Love Jack? Don’t miss any of his stories by joining the taglist here.

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[aurae-rori]

I stumbled upon the song Unsweetened Lemonade by Amelie Farren, and good lord, if it isn't an Aventurine song that I don't know what is! Every single lyric can be about him. I am so tempted to make a whole analysis. (It might not be good but it's the brainrot)

There was one section I wanted to talk to you about.

"Enemies to lovers, but you'll never own my heart One-sided, it's pathetic how you think you're being smart Worthless parents make stupid kids, the apple never strays Your conscience never compromised, and ego never pays." I can't help but see this as Aventurine's thoughts about loving Ratio, almost like he is trying to convinces himself he doesn't like Ratio, and is instead just using him for his plan in Penacony. To me, this is Aventurine's conflicting emotions about love and if he even deserves such a thing.

I may be totally off base, but hey, the brain is braining.

It's emotionally fucking devastating how I can absolutely see this as Aventurine. With the idea of "ego", the mention of "apple", and "smart", you'd think this was literally written about the man himself. I can't see this as how Aventurine truly sees Dr. Ratio either, so I agree - it would either be him in denial, or maybe him upon first meeting the doctor. I support the analysis and you won't be the only one analyzing Aventurine... (Is cooking my own thing soon)!! Do it though I support the brainrot!!

[manysad]

Thank you to everyone on the miraculous fanworks discord for brainstorming this thing with me.

So, the idea behind the au (which was spawned from a train of thought that's perfectly coherent to me but I'm not going to try to explain it) is that all the sentibeings created by Emilie and everyone after her are modeled as living inanimate objects (or rather, animate objects) instead of organics- Duusu's too incoherent to tell them that they can make humans.

From here there's multiple variants about how it all goes down but this is what I'm going with:

Emilie instead decided to focus on being a good cool aunt and/or godmother to kids that already exist. Like her good friend Andre's daughter, who seemed to be having a rough time of it and didn't really have any equal playmates or adults to pay attention to her. Since Emilie can only do so much and be around so often, she decided to use the peacock to make Chloe a little shoulder angel- so she wound up making Adrien anyway, as a plush cat. (He's mentally about the same age as Chloe with whatever voice coming out of his mouth reflecting that, but slightly more mature by design.) After a month or so preparing Adrien, she sneakily left him with Chloe and just let the two bond naturally. (The amok is a golden bell which she put in a box in the safe- Gabriel knows about it and knows what it is and while he didn't really understand why she did any of this he respected her decisions.)

Now, Amelie and Colt found out about this and Colt naturally insisted he be allowed to make himself a son. Colt does not have any imagination whatsoever so he just copies what Emile did, so his son is a plush cat. Duusu's still in no state to tell him that he could've made a human boy. Colt hates his son just as much as Amelie decided to love him. Felix is quite possibly more miserable than in canon.

Meanwhile, Tomoe, who IS creative, made Kagami as a life size porcelain doll, (think Battle Angel Alita)

So that way Kagami could be a fencing prodigy just the way Tomoe wants her to be. Her life is the least different between the three, but she is fully aware she's not human and hides her face in public.

As for how the plot goes down:

Adrien and Chloe grow up together, the list of people who know about Adrien being alive is pretty short but it does include anybody close to Chloe, so Andre, Sabrina, and even Marinette. He had some bad experiences early on (falling asleep out in the open in Chloe's room and getting put in the washing machine by staff because he was dusty, for instance. It wouldn't hurt, he can't really feel anything worse than extreme discomfort, but it would still be scary.) so he tries to avoid being seen at all by people he doesn't already know if he can help it.

Since Chloe can accurately be described as a good person now, having multiple people in her life care how she turns out did wonders, she passes Fu's test and is chosen to be the black cat. He slips the box into her purse (where Adrien also happens to be).... but she never finds out. Debris from Stoneheart smacks her in the head and she's knocked completely unconscious. Adrien and the box go tumbling out of her bag- since Chloe obviously can't wield the ring this way, and it's not like Fu ever tells him anything anyway, as the only conscious sapient being in the area Plagg gives Adrien the rundown and tells him how to transform, telling him that there will be a partner and that partner will have the power to reverse all the damage, so Chloe will be fine.

The transformation fully changes Adrien so that, for all intents and purposes, while he's transformed as Chat Noir he is a human (plus some cat features) and has no visible differences from how he looks in canon. (The same will go for Argos and Ryuko.)

Fu never double checks anything so going forward he thinks that Chloe is Chat Noir and just has some gender stuff going on. He's never around for any instances where Chloe and Chat Noir would be in the same physical space at the same time that couldn't be explained by other phenomena. He'd probably have a conniption if he found out the truth.

[tea-kettle-tea-kettle]

Thanks for the tag @againwiththeturtles !! This is the first 10 songs on my (shuffled) On Repeat playlist

1. "The Campfire Song" - The Lightning Thief

2. "Places in the Sun - Unbound" - Chelsea Wolfe

3. "Black Girl Memoir" - Doechii

4. "Pay Me" - The Philharmonik

5. "The World Will Know" - Newsies

6. "Hold it In" - Jukebox the Ghost

7. "Times Are Hard for Dreamers" - Amelie

8. "Chasing" - The Philharmonik

9. "Sunflower" - We Banjo 3

10. "Millions" - Sylo

This overrepresents my Tiny Desk playlist and CRIMINALLY underrepresents my beloved Crane Wives!!! Such is life I suppose.

Tagging ten people, no pressure but would love to see what you're listening to!! @thelockedhour @stargazing-zani @rolling-uuuuupthehill @sn0otchie @balievoheme @adventuringboots @mallowfortheroad @faery-berry-blast @bonemoat @sleeperagentclone

[kathlare]

horizon cracks

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: A casual round of golf with friends takes an unexpected turn when Lando overhears a conversation about Amelie. Though he tells himself he doesn’t care, the words linger, unraveling the illusion of indifference he’s worked so hard to maintain.

Wordcount: 1.2 k

Warnings: none

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April 12th, 2022 - Monte Carlo, Monaco

Lando squinted against the late afternoon sun, scanning the neatly trimmed grass for his golf ball. He knew it had landed somewhere near the edge of the fairway, but somehow, he’d managed to lose track of it. Typical.

With a sigh, he walked a few steps further, finally spotting it nestled against the base of a tree. As he lined up his next shot, he faintly heard Charles and Alex talking from a distance. At first, he didn’t think much of it—just the usual banter they always had during their golf games. But as he got closer, he caught a name that made him freeze in place.

Amelie.

His grip on the club tightened.

Lando had trained himself not to react to her name. Not to flinch. Not to care. But it was easier said than done.

He stayed where he was, hidden behind the tree, heart pounding despite himself.

—She looked really good,— Charles was saying, his voice light, like he wasn’t talking about someone who used to be a constant presence in Lando’s life. —I mean, she looked tired, rehearsals and all, but happy. Properly happy.—

—Yeah?— Alex sounded genuinely curious. —I saw she’s been out a lot in London. With Shawn.— He stretched out the last word, and Lando could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

Charles chuckled. —Yeah, I mean, I don’t know the details, but they seemed… close.—

Lando’s jaw clenched.

He hadn’t thought about Amelie in weeks. Well, he had, but he pretended he hadn’t. He’d spent so long convincing himself that she was just a part of his past, that he was over it—over her.

And yet here he was, standing behind a fucking tree like an idiot, listening in on a conversation about her.

He forced himself to move, walking toward them like he hadn’t heard a thing.

As soon as Charles and Alex noticed him approaching, they went quiet. Too quiet.

Lando didn’t acknowledge it at first. He set his ball down, adjusting his stance like he wasn’t paying attention to the shift in their body language. But the silence stretched on, awkward and unnatural.

He couldn’t take it.

—You guys can keep talking, you know,— he said, his voice casual. Too casual. He hit the ball, watching as it soared through the air before landing a few feet from the green. —It’s not like I care.—

Charles and Alex exchanged a quick glance.

—Mate, we just... we didn’t know if you wanted to hear about her,— Alex admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

—Yeah, we just figured… you two aren’t exactly friends anymore, so…— Charles trailed off.

Lando scoffed. —You don’t have to act like she’s Voldemort or something.— He bent down, picking up his tee. —She’s just a person. You can talk about her around me. Doesn’t bother me.—

That was a lie.

Charles raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. —Alright, if you say so.—

Alex hesitated for a moment before shrugging. —Fine. Anyway, Charles was saying she looked happy.—

—Yeah,— Charles nodded, spinning his golf club absentmindedly. —I saw her last week when I was in London. We went karting, caught up a little.—

Lando gritted his teeth, but forced himself to nod, feigning indifference. —Good for her.—

Alex huffed a laugh, shaking his head. —Mate, you’re acting like we just told you she won the lottery.—

Lando gave him a dry look. —Well, she basically did. Got her dream role, right?—

Charles smiled. —Yeah, and she’s working her ass off for it. Wicked’s intense, but she’s killing it.—

Lando stared at the ground, nudging a stray leaf with his shoe. He could picture it so clearly—Amelie in rehearsals, completely in her element. He used to love watching her work, seeing the way she lost herself in it.

—And Shawn?— Alex asked, tone loaded with curiosity.

Lando gripped his club a little tighter.

Charles shrugged. —I didn’t ask, but from what I saw, they seemed... good. Like, really good. Comfortable.—

Lando exhaled through his nose, forcing himself to stay relaxed. —Makes sense. They’ve known each other forever.—

—Yeah, but still.— Charles tilted his head. —It’s different now, I think. They weren’t like that when they were just friends.—

Lando regretted everything.

He regretted telling them they could keep talking. He regretted ever asking them to stop avoiding the topic around him. Most of all, he regretted the way his stomach twisted hearing about Amelie and Shawn like this—as if she had moved on so seamlessly, as if she was really over it.

Over him.

He felt Alex and Charles watching him, waiting for some kind of reaction. But Lando had spent the last year perfecting the art of pretending.

—Cool,— he said, voice flat. —Glad she’s doing well.—

He walked ahead before they could say anything else, gripping his golf club like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

—Alright then,— Alex muttered under his breath, clearly not convinced, but he let it go.

Lando kept walking, feeling the weight of their glances pressing into his back. He told himself it didn’t matter, that he really didn’t care what Amelie was doing, who she was with, how fucking comfortable she and Shawn were together. But the words stuck to him like glue.

He could still hear them—Charles saying she looked happy, Alex bringing up Shawn, the way they had gone silent the second they saw him approaching.

It wasn’t just that they had stopped talking. It was that they had assumed he wouldn’t want to hear it.

And the worst part?

They were right.

Lando knew he should have just let it go, let them believe that he truly didn’t care. But something inside him twisted at the thought of them walking on eggshells around him, like he was some fragile thing that couldn’t handle hearing her name.

So he doubled down on the lie.

—Seriously, guys,— he said, turning back toward them with a smirk that felt foreign on his face. —You don’t have to act weird about it. It’s been almost a year, I’m fine.—

Charles raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but he didn’t push.

Alex, on the other hand, wasn’t as subtle.

—You say that, but you’re gripping that club like you wanna snap it in half,— he pointed out, nodding toward Lando’s knuckles, which had turned white around the grip.

Lando forced himself to loosen his hold.

—It’s just a habit,— he said dismissively, moving to take his next shot. —So, what else did she say?—

The question left his mouth before he could stop it.

Fuck.

Charles and Alex exchanged another glance, and this time, Lando saw it. The hesitation. The silent should we?

—What?— he asked, feigning indifference.

Charles exhaled, tapping his golf club against his shoe.

—She asked about you,— he admitted.

Lando’s breath hitched, but he covered it quickly, forcing a smirk.

—Oh yeah? What’d she say?—

Charles hesitated, glancing at Alex, as if silently debating whether or not to continue.

—Just…— Charles exhaled. —She wanted to know how you were. If you were doing alright.—

Lando scoffed, shaking his head as he lined up his next shot.

—That’s rich.— He swung, sending the ball flying down the course. —Didn’t seem to care much about that before.—

Alex frowned. —Mate, come on.—

—What?— Lando turned to him, shrugging. —She’s the one who cut me off. And now, what? She suddenly wants to know how I’m doing?—

Charles rubbed his face, looking exasperated.

—Look, I don’t know what happened between you two, alright? But she wasn’t asking in a way that seemed… I don’t know, fake. She genuinely wanted to know. It wasn’t like she was trying to dig for gossip.—

Alex watched Lando carefully, arms crossed.

—You can pretend all you want, mate, but it’s obvious this still gets to you.—

Lando rolled his eyes, brushing past them to grab his golf bag.

—It doesn’t. Like I said, you guys can talk about her. Doesn’t change anything for me.—

It was a lie. A shitty, obvious lie.

Because if it didn’t matter, why did his chest feel so fucking tight?