#they DEFINITELY chose simon's outfit for the night

[beastwhimsy]

they're out for the evening!!! Simon isn't great with parties but Magus is helping him find his footing!

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[w2soneshots]

Chose one -W2S

words: 1.4k+

warnings: light angst, sex references.

summary: when both Harry and Chris fall for you, you realise you’re going to have to choose one.

notes: omg I actually wrote something that’s not a request🤭. my fics have been super short lately so here’s an extra long one to make up for it✨. I hope you enjoy my lovelies!💓🫶🏼

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y/username: life's to short to wear boring clothes💓

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user51209835: not Chris thirsting over y/n😭

I've been friends with Harry for years. We met through my best friend Talia, at one of her birthday parties. That's also where I met the rest of the boys. We became friends and they began inviting me on nights out, parties and other events. I formed a separate connection with them all. Tobi, JJ, Ethan and Josh are like my older brothers. Simon's my best friend's boyfriend. Vik was a little awkward at the beginning but now I have the most interesting conversations with him. Me and Harry immediately hit it off. He was also awkward but I managed to pull him out of his shell, I get his humour and he gets mine. We just click.

I also met Chris through the boys. I found him hilarious and I loved the all the witty little comments he made. We became good friends after our first meeting and I now text him regularly. Recently I was having a conversation with Talia, over the phone. When she brought up the comment that Chris left on my most recent instagram post. I wasn't sure what to say. "He definitely likes you y/n!" She stated. My eyes widened. "No- no way." I stumbled on my words. "You don't like him?" "I- I'm not sure. I've never thought of him that way."

After that day I felt strange. I didn't know what to say to Chris. I also hadn't spoken to Harry in a few days. But I will see them both today at the party Tobi's hosting at his apartment. I began getting ready at five. I took a long shower, blow dried then styled my hair, applied some makeup and finally finished with my outfit. I had sent a text to the girls to ask what they were wearing so I chose my outfit around that.

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y/nfanpage21: her style changes every week, girl can do both

user91470263: are both Harry & Chris in love with y/n?🤨

I arrived at Tobi's apartment by seven. I rang the doorbell. "Hey! Come in." Tobi greeted me after he opened the door. We shared a quick hug then headed to where everyone else was. Not everyone had arrived yet but Talia had so I quickly went to say hello. "Hi babe! You look hot as fuck." She excitedly hugged me. "So do you. Is that the dress you bought last week?" I asked. "Yeah! I'm glad we were dressing up so I had an excuse to wear it."

Once the party got going and everyone arrived, most of us began drinking. I got really tipsy very quickly. I went off to the bathroom to clean myself up and take a deep breath. Just as I was leaving I banged straight into someone. My head banged back onto the wall. "Ow. Fuck." I clutched the back of my skull. "I'm so sorry. Are you ok? y/n?" A voice rambled. "Hmm," I opened my eyes. A very concerned looking Harry stood before me. "Oh. I'm fine. Don't sweat it." I hurried back into the living room.

"You alright?" Faith asked. "Mhm." I hummed. "You just seem a little... tense." I sighed. "Can we go into the kitchen? I need to ask you about something." I whispered to her. "Of course, let's go." She replied, standing from the couch. We slipped out of the room. I stood with my back leaning against the marble counter. "I've been feeling weird lately," I began, my drunkenness about to make me spill all of my secrets.

"I think I like Harry. Like more than a friend," Her eyes widened. "But I was speaking to T the other day and she said that she thinks Chris likes me. I'm just really confused." I sighed as an imaginary weight lifted from my shoulders, from the confession. "Well, do you feel for Chris like you feel for Harry?" She asked. My eyes fluttered closed. "I don't think so. I think he's... nice looking but I don't like him." "Well there's your answer."

I decided that I was just going to get absolutely pissed so I wouldn't have to deal with anything tonight (that was a mistake). Once me and Faith rejoined the group we all decided to play 'never have I ever'. I sat between Faith and JJ. "Okay! I'll start," Freya announced. "Never have I ever gone skinny dipping." Freya, Josh and JJ drank. "What?! You're all boring man." JJ shouted. Ethan went next. "Never have I ever had sex in a car." JJ, Faith, Ethan, Harry, Chris and myself drank. When I put my glass down I noticed two faces looking at me, Harry and Chris. I quickly looked away.

After a few more rounds with nothing that interesting it was my turn. "Never have I ever had a crush on my friend." I blurted out. My face dropped. I looked to Faith. She was just as shocked. "I- I think that's my cue to go home." I pushed myself from the couch. I turned to looked at Tobi. "Thanks for a great night." I smiled then made a be line for the front door.

As I waited for my taxi to arrive it began to rain. "For fuck sake." I whispered under my breath. "Here." I heard from behind me. I jumped then turned to see who it was. Harry stood there with his jacket in his hand, gesturing for me to take it. I smiled lightly then took it. Covering my hair from the rain. We stood there in silence, the only sound being made by the heavy downpour of rain. Harry's shirt began to stick to his body as it became increasingly more soaked. I stepped towards him. Attempting to cover the both of us with his coat. He unexpectedly wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer. I leaned into his touch.

"I drank." He said breaking the silence. "What?" I replied quietly, confused. "Your question. About having a crush on your friend. I drank." He explained. My heart rate began to speed up. "Oh, who?" I asked nervously. "You." He whispered. My face dropped. I looked up at him, slightly breaking our hug. "Really? You- you like me?" I thought I was hearing things. He nodded. "It's alright if you don't feel the same, I just needed to tell you." "I do feel the same Harry." I leaned into him. Our lips inches apart. My taxi pulled up. I stepped away, passing his coat back. "Sorry." I mouthed as I slid into the car.

The next day I woke with an awful hangover and a bucket of guilt. I needed to speak to Chris. I can't pursue anything with Harry until I tell him about my lack of feelings. Later in the day I decided to text him. He agreed to come to my apartment. Twenty minutes later there was a knock at my door. I opened it with a smile then let him inside. "Listen Chris-" I wasn't sure what to say. I didn't even know for sure if he liked me. "It's ok. We don't have to make this awkward. I liked you but I know you and Harry are- you know, so don't worry about it. I'll back off." He said politely. I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you. And I'm sorry." "Nothing to be sorry about. Let's just stay friends, yeah?" I nodded. "Yeah."

A few days later I turned up to Harry's apartment. I hesitated to knock. Then I took a deep breath and lifted my fist to the door. I waited almost a minute before the door opened. Harry stared at me. "Uhm, hi." I smiled softly. "Hey. What are you doing here?" He asked. "I um- I wanted to apologise for the other day. I shouldn't have left like that." I began. We stared into each other's eyes, neither saying a word. He stepped closer, so close in fact that I could feel his breath on my lips. "Can I kiss you?" He asked in a hushed tone. "Yes." I whispered. He closed the gap slowly. My hands moved to his shoulders. His traveled slowly down to my waist as we shared a sweet kiss.

[obeiii-mee]

Can I angst for Mammon where he is in a really bad mood and his brothers are at it again calling him names. And already ask them kindly to leave him alone but they keep at it. And Levi says something and it's the last straw. The air around them get cold for a moment as he slowly looks up and he flat out threatens them to shut up before he puts them back into there place with a really dark and threatening voice, before leaving. And the look could rival Satan's or even Lucifers glare.

I think Mammon takes the abuse of his brothers but sometimes he isn't in the mood and want a little peace and it is very very rare for him to get pissed

Like he's the kind of person who would yell when he's upset but when he's down right pissed it's like really fucking scary

People forget that as much as he lets his brothers push him around he is still the second oldest and is powerful so 😬

Brothers+ undateables reaction

Mammon snaps:

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This is something I’ve mentioned in previous posts, but I basically second everything you said. I believe that Mammon dislikes getting into confrontations but isn’t by any means weak or stupid. He is the second eldest. However he is also, arguably, the one with the most self control out of them all. He has an overwhelming amount of patience when it comes to his siblings and I like to think he puts up with all of their insults because he loves them. Then again, it’s very possible for him to go berserk after years worth of build up.

Thanks for the request!!! I had a bit of trouble at first because I didn’t know how I was going to format it but I like the way it turned out so I hope you do too. Uhh also I reached my word limit writing this so I couldn’t include Simon, Luke and Solomon. I do plan on writing for them as well but at this point I’m just trying to get this done. Let me know if I made any grammatical errors! I double check my writing all the time but sometimes mistakes got over my head! The undateables are short because honestly I view the brothers as the ones who will suffer the most out of everyone. I hope you enjoy reading it anyway!!

•Characters: Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphagour, Diavolo, Barbatos.

⚠️Warnings: Cursing, mentions of blood & gore and that’s about it.

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For the past few months, Lord Diavolo’s pleasure of hosting parties and inviting people over had become more and more noticeable. It was pretty obvious that the Prince was lonely, isolating himself from others due to the responsibilities he has as the heir to the throne and a leader in the making. Attending his gatherings seemed like a down right chore for most of the brothers but you never had any problem tagging along. Besides, it felt nice knowing he seemed you worthy of coming to such important meetings. Your seven demons were, of course, also invited and per Lucifer’s orders, they all got cleaned up and dressed in fancy clothing to impress the regals prancing about the castle. Though the outfits themselves came with their own set of problems. Levi’s was way too tight; the collar seemed to annoy him more than anything else, judging by the patches of red skin on his neck. Satan accidentally ripped one of the buttons from his jacket off in a fit of rage earlier that day and was now silently fuming while poking his finger through the hole he made. Even Asmo spilled some water on his shirt before they arrived, ruining his pretty pink suit! Not to mention Beel was munching on his tie, having last eaten about 15 minutes beforehand. Lucifer pulled it out of his mouth and scowled at the saliva stains that were left behind. Safe to say they were all in a miserable mood to begin with.

“I expect all of you to behave in a respectable manner,” Lucifer flicked Belphie on the back of the head just as he began dozing off, making the youngest growl at him. He shot Mammon an irritated look “I’m especially talking to you Mammon. Don’t try to steal anything or I’ll cut your hands off.”

“I told ya big bro, ya don’t have to worry about me! I’ll be a golden child today! Promise!” Mammon held up his pinky as if he was committing to some kind of oath. The eldest darkened his glare and opened his mouth to say something else, but you interrupted in hopes of avoiding any bickering that might’ve followed.

“Look, there’s our table! Let’s go sit down. Lord Diavolo’s speech is going to start any minute now.”

Beel leaped at the table as soon as he sniffed out the appetisers, which were neatly arranged on the expensive tablecloth, shoving at least half of them in his mouth by the time the rest of you caught up with him. Having been seated, you quickly glanced around the room in hopes of spotting Diavolo. You bumped into Solomon and the angels before entering the castle, chit chatting with them for a while about the event. Even now, Luke was excitedly waving at you from across the room, using both of his arms. However, Lord Diavolo and Barbatos were the ones in charge of this party and you were yet to see either of them.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Mammon eyeing the golden utensils laid out in front of him. Not the biggest of surprises really. Anytime Mammon sees something along the lines of gold, he can’t help but snatch it away. And there’s obviously so many valuables scattered all over the place, including the silverware that was proudly presented on every table. You sucked in a breath of anticipation when he reached for one of the spoons, only to exhale in relief when he placed it on the bridge of his nose, trying to balance it.

“MC, look at this!” He tapped your shoulder, as always wanting your full and undivided attention as he demonstrated his newfound skill. You giggled at his antics with fondness as he accidentally let the spoon drop with a clatter and a quiet ‘shit’ coming from him. Lucifer pulled on his ear, like a mother scolding her child and whisper-yelled at him to stop acting like an idiot. The only reason the oldest chose a sit right next to Mammon was to maintain order and peace. Basically, he did it for disciplinary reasons.

“I understand that being impertinent is your full-time job, Mammon but keep this up and I’ll throw you in Cerberus’ room. Let him do with you as he pleases.”

“Lucifer, it’s not a big deal-“

“Yeah, OK,” Mammon hissed, picking up the spoon from the recently polished floor with a slight grin that didn’t quiet reach his eyes “I gotcha. Can-“

“Speaking of Cerberus,” Levi suddenly piped in, no longer fussing about his collar or nervously twiddling with his thumbs because of the massive crowd of demons surrounding him “Didn’t you force me to walk him last week when it was your turn to do it?? I only agreed because you promised to buy me the newest Ruri-Chan limited edition body pillow that came out last Tuesday! And you never did! And now they’re out of stock, you scummy piece of-“

The third eldest would’ve leapt across the table and aimed for the throat if you hadn’t pressed a gentle hand against his chest, making him sit back down with a huff. People were starting to stare at the commotion coming from your table, turning heads and muttering between themselves. You were slowly dying from embarrassment by the way, since you guys definitely became the topic of conversation for the other guests. The brothers were being too noisy to even notice and Lucifer himself was too preoccupied to see the scene they were creating which made you further slouch down into your chair, silently hoping for the ground to swallow you whole. The night really wasn’t going as intended. You could hear Solomon laughing at the brothers’ antics from three tables down.

“I guess that’s Mammon for you,” Belphie yawned, barely raising his head from table “He lies everyday, all day. What exactly is new here? And that says something since it’s coming from me.”

“I apologised for that!” Mammon whined, referring to Levi’s accusation and choosing not to address Belphie’s insult “I was gonna buy it but then I realised I spent all my money earlier that week anyway so I couldn’t!”

“Perhaps that wouldn’t happen if you learned how to save the money you earn properly,” Satan muttered, sipping from his glass of whatever beverage he had snatched from the servants earlier “Not like you know how to earn money in any way besides stealing it.”

You watch as Mammon clenched his fist “Can we please just move on-“

“I can’t believe that I was cursed with this moron for a brother,” Asmo sighed, almost theatrically, as if he was performing. And, in a way, he was. People were getting really interested in the drama unfolding over there. It was making you even more anxious, all those eyes staring at you. The Avatar of Lust was leaning so much on his chair, you were sure he was going to topple over and at this point, you kinda hoped he would. Anything to stop this momentum of hatred aimed at Mammon “You’re always getting us in trouble, you know. Hmph, we can’t go anywhere with you Mammon! You always end up ruining it for us! With your stupid schemes and-“

“I’m hungry-“

“Not now, Beel!”

“Cutting him up into tiny pieces for the witches will always be an option,” Lucifer chimed in, smiling at the thought.

Mammon snapped his head upwards at that. It was such an abrupt reaction, it made you jolt a little in your seat. You couldn’t miss the tension radiating from him, how quickly his body stiffened and exactly how hard his hands were gripping the edge of the table. His brothers were still paying him no mind, blaming him for this and that under their breath or being silently judgemental in Lucifer’s case. You worried for him because Mammon rarely acted like this; feral, in a way. Just so you know, he definitely noticed it. The look of concern plastered all over your face. That’s the only reason he released the table from his vice-like grip and slouched back against his chair. Satan went quiet and was staring at Mammon in bewilderment.

He disliked the idea of you watching him lose control of himself. He was your guardian. Your first pact. It’s important to him that your relationship is build around a pillar of trust. And he can’t even expect you to trust him if he exposes you to his demon form every time something inconveniences him. Mammon would rather cease to exit than have you fear him. So he kept his breathing regulated as the fog cleared his mind. The Avatar of Greed isn’t an angry demon. Snuffing out the the flame of rage he had fanned up until then was relatively easy. He just needed to get through tonight, then he could go home and complain to you about it once he got out of his brothers’ earshot.

“Why does he get to spend so much time with MC anyway? He’d probably sell them for a few Grimm any time of the day, wouldn’t he? It’s so fucking unfair. He won’t change no matter what so why risk MC’s safety? I will summon Lotan on him if he starts getting on my nerves.”

It would be an understatement to say that those words rubbed Mammon the wrong way, judging by the lack of immediate response. It was unexpected for him keep his mouth shut at a time like this. What was even more unexpected was the abrupt, delayed reaction he had a few seconds afterwards, resulting in his chair being flung back about 5 feet in that general direction. The seemingly deafening thud it made when it collided with the floor echoed around the dining hall, bouncing off walls and whacking people over the heads with the aggression behind it. A moment of pure, indescribably loud silence filled the crowded space as everyone else stared in shock at their brother, mouths agape and eyes bulging out of their sockets. Mammon would’ve laughed at their faces if it weren’t for the circumstances leading up to that point.

“What gives any of you the right to treat me like some sort of punching bag?” Mammon drawled, accentuating his obviously superior nature to almost every single demon at that table. He laughed, in an oddly half hearted way, before his sea struck gaze landed back to his siblings “Do not try to push me into a corner, because I will not handle it well. You’ve been having a field day with me for centuries now and I’m starting to get really ticked off, ya know? But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’ve done everything in my power to keep MC alive for the past few months and y’all are acting as if I’m out here playing with their life. Complain about me all you want. But...” He thumped the table, loud enough to make all the noblemen in the room flinch.

“Don’t you dare insinuate that I would ever put MC in danger, willingly or not because I will rip out your insides and paint the walls of this palace with them while hanging your intestines from these chandeliers. I will pluck your hairs out one by one, then your nails, then your eyeballs and then your teeth. You’re the ones that have put MC in danger’s way time and time again in the past few weeks, and you’re out here trying to suggest that I would even think about hurting them? Unlike every single one of you, who almost killed my human-you’re lucky I don’t have your fucking heads.”

He smashed his fist into the table again, using even more of his strength this time and effectively breaking the whole thing, the wooden legs giving out and shattering into thousands of splinters. Mammon spoke again, his voice lowering “MC forgave you. I didn’t. And I have no reason to. Not with how you’ve been treating me.”Once he spit that out, Mammon turned on his heel and left, slamming the door shut behind him hard enough to shake the whole building, leaving his siblings in dazed awe.

......

Even more silence. For some reason, all of the brothers at the now broken table ended up looking your way, silently questioning what they should do. It often ended up like this

You gave them all an unimpressed stare and a half-assed shrug “Don’t look at me. You guys fucked up.” Before sliding out of your seat and following Mammon out of the castle, sending an apologetic smile to Diavolo on your way out. Hopefully, you could manage to calm him down before everyone else gets home otherwise this might drag on for a while.

Lucifer:

-In all honesty, he probably saw the signs from a mile away and still decided to ignore them

-Maybe because he believed they weren’t being all that harsh on him, even if in Mammon’s eyes they were

-‘Harsh’ in Lucifer’s vocabulary usually means being hanged upside down from a ceiling or publicly executed, not a couple of mere insults

-Not to mention the eldest had always been horrible at communicating with his brothers when it came to emotions

-Despite Mammon clearly suffering from the treatment he received from his brothers, Lucifer refuses to believe he’s the root of the problem

-As the Avatar of Pride, he always had a hard time realising that all those words and the constant teasing, which he deemed to be pretty harmless, scarred Mammon a lot more than expected

-Once he actually comes to that conclusion, and after getting over the initial shock, Lucifer would probably feel the guiltiest out of them all

-Being the eldest means he carries quite a few burdens on his shoulders as most responsibilities fall on him due to his prideful nature

-He would blame himself for Mammon’s outburst simply because he’s the older brother and he should’ve known better, not just because he sees how a big of a role he played in all of this

-Usually, if his brothers do something bad, then he’s there to fix it within hours, that’s how it always worked

-Except he doesn’t know how to fix this exactly

-The problem is he has no idea how to approach Mammon after that sudden meltdown and he has no idea how to talk it out with him because he sucks at expressing himself verbally

-And since this took place in a public space, Lord Diavolo’s Palace no less, he felt really conflicted on what should have been done at that moment in time

-There was a lot of frustration, embarrassment and confusion in him for a good five minutes after Mammon slammed that door shut behind him and even after he gathered his thoughts together, he was still in shock for the rest of the night

-In any case, the whole event was promptly cancelled and everyone ended up going home earlier than expected, after Lucifer apologised to Diavolo about the spectacle they created (several times)

-When they finally get home, he decided to give Mammon his space instead of trying to knock at his door and instead went back to his room

-He knows they will need to solve this matter soon but there’s no way Mammon will want to see, let alone talk, to any of them just yet

-He’s sort of hoping he can apologise best he can next morning at breakfast, cross his fingers and wish for the best but judging by the venom that laced Mammon’s voice the night before, it’s not likely he will forgive any of them that easily.

Levi:

-If I were to guess, he saw the ending credits of his life flash before his very eyes as soon as those words left his mouth

-Levi felt a panic in him like never before, not even while playing his engaging horror visual novels at 3am in complete darkness or that one time he used Lucifer’s credit card to buy merch before being found out

-Must’ve forgotten his brother technically ranks higher than him on the power scale for a second there

-Or maybe he didn’t think his insults were going to affect him much

-They usually don’t

-Or at least that’s the impression he’s been under for a while now

-Mammon doesn’t snap easily under pressure but Levi must’ve really hit a nerve there that night

-While everyone was sitting in a short silence after Mammon left the building, he started twiddling with his fingers again the more he thought about it

-Because now he went from nervous to fucking terrified of what the hell was waiting for him when he finally got home

-He does feel guilty, nowhere near as much guilt as Lucifer feels but still pure shame

-However most of that guilt is swallowed by a steady fear and the constant worry of ‘how do I stop my brother from killing me?’

-Unlike Lucifer, I honestly don’t see him taking any sort of initiative when it comes to apologising to Mammon

-Not even because he doesn’t want to, but he would freeze up if he were to come face to face with him after that incident and then scamper back to his room like a rat in hiding

-So without your help, it’s likely the two won’t be speaking to each very soon which can honestly make life at the House of Lamentation so much more miserable

-In the end, if either you or Lucifer forced him to, he would say sorry by selling some of his merch and then giving him the profits (in secret but we all know it’s him)

-That is a big sacrifice on Levi’s part considering how precious his merchandise is to him

-But the idea that he’s gonna get murdered in his sleep by his older brother was getting a tad too real

-Besides, Mammon is still his brother and if he has to sell a couple of items in order to make him less mad, he would do it, albeit with a bit of grumbling

-Despite that, Mammon still refuses to come out of his room and sort of relies on you to bring him food because he doesn’t want to see his brothers

-Levi and Mammon would probably have to rebuild a lot of their relationship after this but it could easily take months for that to happen since Levi is too terrified to look him in the eye and Mammon is too upset to even hear his voice

Satan:

-He wouldn’t be the Avatar of Wrath if he couldn’t spot the anger within someone from a mile away

-He’s always been able to recognise the fury building up inside of him so for Satan it’s second nature to just know when someone’s on the brink of snapping

-It’s no surprise to say that he probably noticed Mammon’s wrath spilling out before anyone else did

-But alas, he realised it too late

-If he had reacted quicker, maybe he would’ve been able to diffuse Mammon before he exploded on them. Or not

-It’s difficult to tell if he could’ve actually helped because who was he to tell Mammon to calm down??? If anyone told him that while he was throwing a fit, he would probably break their necks-

-In the end, he just pressed his lips into a straight line and watched his brother throw his chair across the room

-Not gonna lie, he found it a bit entertaining purely because of the look on Lucifer’s face

-Satan had to try really hard not to crack a smile because he knew Mammon would probably smash a glass against his head or something

-Even so, he was the first to stand up and offer to go after him, though he wasn’t sure he could do much consoling

-Being so experienced with anger meant that he knew Mammon had built himself into a rage that he won’t be able to escape out of too easily

-Which is why he advises Lucifer to give Mammon his space once they get home

-Overall, the most understanding out of all of the brothers

-At this point in time, probably the least judgemental out of everyone and once Mammon comes out of his room for the first time in a while, either him or Beel is going to apologise to him first

-He may push and push him alongside the rest of his siblings but I feel like Satan doesn’t want to reach a certain low, like cornering Mammon into the frenzy he had that day ever again

-He might get pissy with him if he’s being too stubborn to forgive anyone after coming down from his intrusive thoughts

-And he really hates that Mammon had to remind them about all the times you had nearly died because of them, because he knows they won’t be able to make it up to you so why is Mammon upset about this????

-But he will try to maintain respect for his older brother from then on

-Even if the sharpest of remarks is on the top of his tongue!

Asmo:

-Asmo is the type to laugh it off and then start feeling really upset about it later on, the longer he thinks about the whole thing

-After Mammon storms out, he just assumes it’s another one of those ‘Mammon’ things and tried to brush the feeling of unease off him

-Even so, later that night the memory of Mammon kept coming back to him while he laid in his bed, unable to have a nice rest for the first time in how long? He’s always been really strict about his sleeping schedules after all

-Asmo’s observant, almost on par with Satan himself when it comes down to it. He definitely saw the gleam of anger, pent up frustration and hatred in his brothers’ eyes that moment and it legitimately scared him, even if it was for just half a second

-Honestly, he begins neglecting himself out of anticipation and worry which is a huge red flag for the Avatar of Lust who always holds himself at such a superior level compared to everyone else

-It may start out slow, but it has the same effect as a snowball rolling down the hill. It becomes more of a problem the longer it’s ignored

-Because he spends most of his days now debating whether he should try to coax his brother into coming out of his room and apologising to him, he forgets about himself

-Skincare routines are missed, pedicure appointments have been cancelled; hell, if Mammon’s keeps being stubborn, he may let his hair become absolutely filthy

-Asmo sort of relies on his brothers to provide the living environment he revolves around. If something is off with his brothers, he can not work properly either because it doesn’t feel right to do so

-Imagine a machine not working anymore because one of the clogs in it got stuck

-I can see Asmo feeling a decent amount of guilt when it comes to the situation but he still blames Levi for completely pushing him over the edge at dinner

-So now those two aren’t talking (it’s honestly so exhausting since they’re shoving the blame onto each other without stop)

-If Mammon decides to come out and hear them out, Asmo might get on his knees and beg because that guilt bubbling up inside of him may end up being his demise

-No seriously, MC might need to keep an eye out on him too while comforting Mammon because whatever he is doing isn’t healthy

-Takes Mammon’s outburst pretty badly and tries apologising to him many times but the second eldest still hasn’t said a word to any of them

-And that’s driving him into a fucking swirl of insanity at this point

-Of course, much like Mammon’s mental breakdown, this builds up over time but the result can be devasting

-If you pass by his room at night, you could probably hear him sob about how his brother hates him and it’s really heartbreaking to hear pained cries like that coming from such an overly confident demon like Asmo

Beel:

-Literally the only one here that doesn’t dish out insults onto Mammon every hour of the day

-He joins in very rarely and even when he does, it’s usually in good nature rather than malice

-Unless food is involved. Feelings (and Mammon) might be hurt if that’s the case

-Beel wasn’t listening to his siblings as they were diminishing Mammon, he was way too hungry to comprehend what the hell they were on about

-So he just started wolfing down appetisers until he noticed you looking all weary

-That’s the first thing that put him on alert

-And then the second born’s aura was also...off putting

-Might’ve actually tried to nudge Belphie to stop him from saying anything offensive to Mammon in this state when he realised how tense the atmosphere got

-Flinched when his brother left the palace, almost cracking the whole doorway on his way out

-Hunger is all but gone and at this point he wants to go home to check up on him

-Beel is a bit of a softie and he wears his heart on his sleeve a lot of the times

-He never did anything particularly bad to Mammon, not on the same scale his brothers did certainly and yet he still felt extremely bad

-Perhaps because he didn’t step in as much as he should’ve...?

-Either way, when his loved ones suffer, he has a tendency of putting the blame on himself because he feels it’s the only logical answer

-Honestly, he feels guilty enough to the point where it’s affecting his eating habits-which is obviously not normal for the Avatar of Gluttony

-Beel knows Mammon doesn’t want to talk to him but he still brings him food and leaves it at the doorstep of his room since he doesn’t want to come out and have dinner with them

-Or he relies on you to give it to him

-The thought of Mammon being so mad at them that he doesn’t even want to eat makes him feel so vulnerable

-As soon as he sees him for the first time since that night, he will probably be the first to apologise, even if Mammon isn’t in the mood to hear apologies

-Again, he’s trying to use food to make up to him (bringing him his favourites and paying for them)

-Even if he gets ignored, he’s still going to do it

-Beel is trying his best to say sorry to his older brother the only way he knows how to do so, but Mammon still doesn’t give in

Belphie:

-Could’ve been asleep the whole time Mammon was thrashing about

-Or at least that’s what it looked like to the average passer-by

-Kept one eye open to watch as Mammon finally snapped under pressure, having to raise his head once his brother broke the whole god damned table

-“OK, alright, storm off I guess-I have a splinter now-“

-Don’t trust that sarcastic commentary, he’s in deep thought on the inside

-Maybe he should’ve expected this but then again, he never would’ve guessed Mammon had it in him to be so aggressive

-Will narrow his eyes at him when he talks your death and scowl

-As if he didn’t already feel like the world’s biggest piece of shit, he had to bring that up

-As soon as he leaves, he turns to Lucifer and goes “See what you did? You broke Mammon. You suck, Lucifer.”

-The shifting of blame suits Belphie really well (it takes Beel side glancing him to get him to shut up)

-The Avatar of Sloth is too tired to even try to communicate with his brother so he goes straight to bed after getting home

-However, he actually visits Mammon’s dreams that night

-Or at least tries to, if Mammon is getting any sleep after that showdown

-It’s his way of checking in with his brother, helps him evaluate the situation

- Whether that works or not, there was definitely an attempt that required a lot of effort and you don’t see that very often with Belphagour

-It really demonstrates how much he actually cares for his family, even if he hides behind snide remarks and the likes of it

-However, if Mammon refuses communication, then he can’t do anything but give up

-He clearly won’t be able to convince him to step aside for a chit chat and why waste energy trying to force him to do so

-When the time comes, Belphie knows his brother will willingly talk to him (or at least someone else because he knows he’s not any good at comfort or apologies)

-At the same time, a lot of the things Mammon said during that party rubbed him the wrong way and seeing his twin suffer because of it is also pissing him off so patience may be running thin with Belphie

-Like Levi, there may be a lot of ice between the two from then onwards so it won’t be easy for them to find the middle ground in this whole argument either

-It could lead to a strained relationship if no one intervenes or even a physical fight if the youngest pushes all of Mammon’s buttons properly

Diavolo:

-The Future King feels guilty too, for some reason

-He is clearly not involved but he’s under the impression his party was a catalyst of sorts to the fight that broke out that night

-Diavolo wasn’t even in the same room when it happened-he heard shouting and growling from next door whilst talking to a noble about future arrangements in DevilDom and rushed in

-The sight was something to behold really; Mammon cornering all of his brothers and threatening them with pure venom in his voice wasn’t something you saw everyday

-More often than not, it was the other way around so the Prince had every right to be concerned

-He tried asking Lucifer what was going on after the second eldest slammed the door shut behind him and left but to no avail; the Avatar of Pride was in a state of shock and the only thing he did was apologise to him about a million times before his departure with the rest of his siblings

-Despite his worry, Diavolo tried not to get involved in the aftermath either, believing it’s not his place to interfere and hoping they would solve it out amongst themselves

-He did give Mammon permission to miss RAD classes for that week, thinking a small break is what he needed most

-Even drops by every now and then to check up on him (he just asks you how he’s holding up because he doesn’t want to pry)

-He can’t do much but watch from the sidelines, I mean this is a family dispute so it would be wise to just give them all a bit of space

-If it drags on for too long, however, he will be forced to do something because the brothers are all distracted and can’t get on with their student council work because of it

-Lucifer is even more stressed than usual and can’t even focus during their meetings so for the sake of his friend, if nothing gets resolved quickly, he will intervene and it won’t be pretty

-For now, he’s counting on you to make sure there are no further incidents but it’s unlikely you can stop a train once it’s set in motion so just hope Mammon doesn’t come out of his room until he’s calmed down

Barbatos:

-The butler is a Time Lord so it’s probably no surprise to find out he already knew this was going to happen eventually

-Not like he believed Mammon was going to take his brothers’ insults for much longer anyway

-Being the quiet and observant demon he is, he’s been keeping a close eye on the Avatar of Greed knowing damn well he was going to lose his patience soon enough and go on the offence

-If he knew this was going to happen at such an important moment in time, he would’ve warned his majesty beforehand but he failed to see the potential catastrophe awaiting his breakdown

-Again, he has no right to intervene

-Unless, of course, Lord Diavolo asks him to do so but really the most he can do is give you tips on how to deal with miserable demons

-I mean, you’re the one that’s going to be stuck with them for the rest of the year and this isn’t the type of conflict that gets resolved too easily

-Barbatos is clever so if there is still bitterness between Mammon and his siblings after an amount of time passed, he might try to change timelines (with the permission of Diavolo)

-He’s had enough of Beel coming over to eat his cakes and cry about his older brother hating him (believe it or not, the butler is definitely a bit fond of the sixth eldest so his cries did pull at his heartstrings)

-Basically, in the same position as the Prince

-He relies on you to get them all to make up but he knows it’s not likely to happen any time soon

-For now, he’s getting ready for the chain reaction this fight set in motion because there was no easy way to end this, considering they’re all vicious demons and all

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Al~ im mad I couldn’t add Simon, Luke and Solomon-I want to write for them too >:(

[thekatebridgerton]

So I'm a bridgeton noob, I hadn't read any of the books and when the show came out last year I was just not in a headspace to watch anything new (if that makes any sense). Anyway fast forward to the season 2 clip being released. I decided to watch because why not? I was on youtube and bored and you can't really go wrong with a short clip of two beautiful people in regency outfits right? Right. So the clip from season 2 pretty much instantly got me invested in season 2. I hope whoever chose that clip to release got a bonus because it was the perfect one to get people hyped for season 2. I mean an enemies to lovers regency romance? Sign. me. up.

So after I watched the S2 clip and had decided to watch S2 when it comes out I figured I'd better watch S1. I enjoyed S1 a lot but I definitely found myself more interested in the side stories and supporting characters than the main romance. As gorgeous and sexy as Rege-Jean Page is the romance between Daphne and Simon is a bit meh. Normally I do like the fake dating trope but this one just didn't do it for me.

So now I'm reading TVWLM for the first time and I'm really enjoying it. There are so many moments I cannot wait to see brought to life on screen (like any scene with Newton!!!) and I'm really curious as to how they are going flesh out things for the rest of the characters (Eliose in particular, I LOVED her in S1). Re the Pall Mall scene - its hilarious and I cannot wait to see it but I have to say I am now rolling my eyes at all the people saying "how are they going to make the Pall Mall scene work without Simon!!!" Seriously? Simon is BARELY in that scene and doesn't do anything of note, they could replace him with literally anyone else (my money is on Benedict) and it wouldn't make a difference at all. The key players in that scene are Kate, Anthony, Colin and Edwina.

The wedding night scene is one that I am both excited to see and worried about what they are going to with it on the show. Once they actually get down to things its great, its hot, romantic and tender and even funny in places. Basically everything you want in a first time scene in a show like Bridgeton. But the lead up has a couple slightly problematic moments and I'm worried how the show is going to handle them, especially given their poor handling of the the problematic scene with Daphne and Simon (which I understand is still an improvement from the book). Don't get me wrong, while I've no doubt that Anthony would have given Kate a week, or however long she needed, if she truly wasn't ready and didn't want to consummate their marriage on the wedding night, it was still pretty off-putting to see Anthony say no to her request to wait. And don't even get me started on his "I don't like being denied my [marital] rights" line. I don't care if that's a historically accurate thing for a dude to say in regency times, its still gross and I'm annoyed at Julia Quinn for including it. And while on the one hand it is hot that Anthony wants Kate as badly as he does, (and of course we the reader know that he's been lusting after her pretty much from the moment they met) it still rubbed me the wrong way to see him say "I can't wait a week, Kate. I simply cannot do it". IMHO in 2022 it would be really bad look for a show like Bridgeton to have their romantic hero saying "no" to a request from his love interest to wait to consummate the marriage.

Anyways sorry for rambling on for so long! Feel free to ignore this.

All this is so true and valid.

I'd like to add that yeah, Anthony not taking Kate's refusal during their wedding night, probably wouldn't fly in 2022. But everyone in the production is promising pretty steamy scenes. So I imagine a lot of Kate and Anthony hot and heavy scenes have been added and a lot of the problematic ones have been filmed with a better understanding of what makes them problematic.

Remember we are not seeing Kate's face during her wedding night, Anthony is. I know he's horny as hell by that point but if she looked eager instead of nervous. Or excited instead of wary of him, By just watching her face, he could rightfully deduce that she's simply holding something back instead of outright rejecting him and talk to her about it without coming off as pushy. Which would make the scene play out a little different.

It all depends on how the actors play that scene (Simone baby we're counting on you) But I'm hopeful it's going to be more humorous than tense, because Anthony initially takes it in such a personal overdramatic way of his in a 'why don't you want me!!! I thought I was pretty' sort of reaction.

And when Anthony is being such a drama queen I can't take him seriously. I really can't. He probably could have waited the week, he's a tough guy we know. But he was about get on his knees and beg Kate for mercy. Because he knows she's into him or at least she was into him the last time he kissed her if she changed her mind during their wedding night, he's really going to lose his mind.

And I'd like to add that at this point of the story Anthony knows he's trash ok, he's messed up so much the only thing he's got going for him is his body. If she doesn't want to bang him then really he's run out of options.

To some people wedding night Anthony might come off as problematic with his inability to take no for an answer. But to me he just comes off as the height of funny. Because the scene shows he's just as insecure as Kate, he just hides it better.

And I look forward to seeing how the show handles this scene. It will probably be so good

[connorandersons-blog]

Kinktober 12: Masks, RK1K

Of course I had to write a masquerade!

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It had been a fun idea that showed you could never know who was really an android or not. A few humans were supposed to act like androids and a few androids were supposed to act like humans. Of course, the androids had the advantage, being able to change their appearance and voice at will. Everyone was also supposed to wear masks like a typical masquerade. At the end of the night, they would try to guess who wasn't who they said they were. 

Connor was one of the few not allowed to guess, but he could disguise himself if he wanted to. He would be just too good at figuring out everyone, but that was fine. He was excited to get to dress up and had an idea for his outfit.

Beautiful white and gold blossom mask was kept to his face by a golden ribbon, but he let his hair be curlier than normal. It wouldn't be any longer but he also darkened it to be black instead of brown.

It was a river of red tulle, rippling from the waist to drape and pool across the floor. A gentle circlet of gold, hung with a drape of thin chain, links catching the light like stars against the shadow of Connor’s spine, the dress opening in the back to show it. The dress had a crushed bouquet of golden daisies, flowers bursting from the center to curve up towards bared shoulders, the pressed appliqué vines curling down towards a single hip. 

He also wore black high block heels and undergarments he planned on no one seeing. Sure there was one person he'd like to see and touch there but that was doubtful.

It wouldn't be too hard to figure out it was him, but he hoped the slight changes would throw everyone off. Not to mention the fact that he chose to wear a dress instead of a suit. 

He had to find and buy his whole outfit by himself and couldn't even show Hank since he was invited too. There was one person, the same one that he wanted to touch him, that he was dying to see their reaction. Yet the masks and disguises would make it hard to tell. 

He looked himself over one last time, once again debating if he should have installed the breasts. He had them for whenever he felt like it, but he liked how he looked and felt without them when dressed like this. 

Yet even if he did decide on that he'd have to go all the way back to Hank's, and he was already slightly late. He could hear the soft music playing in the room in front of him, the sounds of people talking and enjoying themselves were even louder. 

There was still a small like to get in, having to go through a scan to make sure there were no weapons. Only certain people could go through without taking any of theirs off, and Connor was one of them. 

He didn't have too many weapons on him, but just enough to keep everyone safe if need be. 

So instead he moved to the side door and slipped in, making sure the door didn't close on his dress. 

The large room-once used as a cafeteria for the Cyberlife Tower-was warm from the human bodies. There were three long tables of food laid out, the two ends for the humans and the middle for the androids. 

There was a live band set up playing soft music, but there was also a DJ booth he assumed would be used later into the night. 

Around the tables were plenty of chairs for humans to sit and rest between dances while everyone stood around the edges. 

Multiple couples were dancing on the floor, some more professional in style, and others simply swaying to the beat. 

The lighting was soft but bright enough that no human would struggle to see, but there were also fairy lights strung up on the ceiling looking like stars. 

It was one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen, and he stood there for a second taking it all in. He'd slip into the crowd in a moment, but for now, he could see everything. 

He finally let himself blend in, a few people stopping him to compliment his dress. He had made his voice as androgynous as possible and it seemed to work. 

He recognized Josh and Simon instantly, the two dancing together, but they had decided to forgo any actual disguise. He couldn't find North or Markus yet so they probably were hiding their identity. 

Not only was this a fun activity to bring everyone together, if anyone did try to attack they wouldn't know who to get first. 

It was fairly easy to identify the humans disguised as androids, but a few had him having to check twice just to be sure. 

He also spotted Hank in the crowd but decided not to approach. He didn't want anyone connecting the two together. 

"You look stunning." A deep voice mumbled over his shoulder. He jumped and his head whipped around to see a very handsome man standing there. 

No one feature makes this man so handsome, though his eyes come close. People often speak of the color of eyes, as if that were of importance, yet his would be beautiful in any shade, the deep blue stunning. From them comes an intensity an honesty, a gentleness. His skin was a honey brown, close to Markus's but not quite. 

Connor squinted at him just slightly, something about the way he smiled and his eyes told him he knew this person. Yet he didn't recognize him by appearance. "Thank you…" 

"Leo, it's a pleasure to meet you." The man-Leo-held out his hand and Connor took it, giving a firm shake. 

"Andrea." It was the first name he could think of, but now he had to stick with it. Plus, it changed gender depending on the language. 

Leo tilted his head and Connor knew for a fact this person was an android. There was always an odd sensation when he was being scanned, but he had put a small disruptor on so no one could truly scan him. 

He saw the small amount of confusion on Leo's face but it quickly faded. "A beautiful name for a beautiful… person." 

Connor snorted but tried to cover it up with a polite cough. "Thank you, you look wonderful as well." He wasn't lying either, the man definitely stood out of the crowd. 

He wore a mask that had dark multi-colored feathers surrounding this mardi gras style minotaur mask. Black elastic strap will hold it in place around his head. 

He wore a paisley vested dress suit featuring a prominent wide lapel jacket with double side vents in back. The red paisley pattern vest set on gus black and red suit had a matching red tie. Overall it was incredibly well put together and looked wonderful on him, obviously tailored to him. 

It was oddly amusing how well they seemed to match without even trying. The people around them kept glancing over and Connor had to stop himself from trying to blend into the background. 

One of the most important things about blending in and disgusting yourself was keeping as little lies as possible. The next was changing body language and tendencies. He had to show off because everyone knew he preferred to stay hidden. 

"Would you care to dance?" He asked, offering his arm. Leo took it without hesitation, and the two walked to the middle of the room. 

They easily positioned themselves, before starting to dance to the music. It was close to a waltz but not exactly, yet the flowed around the room effortlessly. 

"So, Leo may I ask you a few questions?" He couldn't give away the fact that he wasn't allowed to actually guess. 

Leo smiled and gave a small nod, before twirling Connor out then back into his arms, the dress fanning out. "As long as I can ask you some."

"A question for a question then. I think we can get the main out of the way. You're an android, aren't you?" He didn't need confirmation but it was a good way to get this going with as much truth as possible. 

Leo chuckled and Connor could feel the vibrations against his chest before they moved away only to come back to each other in smooth movements. "That I am, and I'll use my question to ask the same." 

Connor nodded and then let Leo lift him up by his waist, spin slightly before gently setting him back down. His hips tingled from the touch and he couldn't help but be even more intrigued. "I am, what gave it away?" He had temporarily taken his LED out for the night, but he'd put it back in afterward. 

"I tried to scan you and I glitched."

"You flatter me." He said, changing it up by taking the lead. Leo easily let him, moving along without even stumbling. "But that is cheating."

"It's only cheating if you get caught, I hadn't expected someone to be able to block me out. I don't plan on exposing you if you don't expose me." 

He was lifted again and he couldn't help the smile on his face. Then he was twirled and only then did he notice the dance floor had been empty except for the two of them. Everyone who wasn't too focused was now staring at them in awe. "I don't plan to either." 

Then his feet were back on the floor and Leo took the lead again. They took a second to just dance and Connor felt like he was floating. They moved together almost too well, and Connor had a feeling he knew why. 

"So, what do you like to do in your free time?" Now he just wanted to see how deep he could dig without 'Leo' finding out that he knew. Or he at least suspected. 

Leo pulled Connor close again, their bodies sliding together before they stepped to the side, only an inch between them now as they moved. They seemed to be getting closer every time they came back to one another. 

The hand on his back was low but never became immodest, yet it had him shivering and artificial goosebumps rising. He felt almost delicate in Markus-Leo's arms, yet also dangerous, mysterious, and powerful. 

He had three knives and a gun strapped to his thighs that no one would be able to see. Not unless he wanted them to. 

"I don't have much free time, but you can take it up what little I do have if you want." Leo added a wink and Connor giggled, rolling his eyes. 

Markus wasn't doing such a good job at hiding who he was. He was different enough that Connor didn't want to call him out, but Connor knew him well enough. 

The only thing he needed to know now is if Markus knew it was him. If he was still flirty because he could get away with it without anyone knowing, or if he was flirting with Connor. 

"I can't exactly go over to someone's house without knowing his name, that would just be rude." Plus he didn't like not knowing. He could easily have a one-night stand with someone if he knew them enough, if not he preferred to pleasure himself. 

"Well, you do know my name, it's Leo." 

"No, I know the name you gave me. We both know we aren't who we say we are."

Leo gave a low hum, again looking him over but this time not scanning with his sensors, instead, just taking in the sight of him. 

They glided their way around the ballroom in a wide circle, never getting too close to the people watching which was everyone now. 

Connor was pushed out and his hand and arm went with the movement before being pulled in and gently dipped. 

Then he was being gently lifted by his knee and he put an arm around Markus's neck, the other coming up to rest on his cheek as they spun. It was easy to get lost in the dance but then the music came to a slow stop and Markus put him down, giving him one last spin before pulling him in, Connor's back against his chest. 

The panted together, more from the tension between them than the actual dance. The whole ballroom was completely silent before it erupted into applause. Connor flushed at the attention but he could feel Markus's breath against his ear, so warm. 

They looked at each other before slowly pulling apart. Connor and Markus both bowed just slightly, each having wild grins on their faces. 

Markus kept a hold of his hand as he led them to the door Connor had slipped in from. Connor knew what was going to happen and he really couldn't wait. Yet that doubt of Markus not knowing it was him, and doing it all anyway ate at him. Yet he'd still do this. He'd still be with him this way, at least for the night. 

The door shut softly behind them, but he didn't have much time until he was being pressed against it, and Markus' lips on his.

His hands held him low on his hips, tugging gently at the fabric. Connor sighed into the kiss, pushing deeper. He knew this was Markus. It was so obvious and now he could finally taste him. 

Fire running through his veins, the universe stopped. His mouth, electrifying and sweet. Markus made his own way through Connor's lips, sucking on them, teasing him, running the tip of his tongue along with them. Every delicious suck making him whimper. Connor felt hot everywhere, cheeks, neck, soles, crotch. 

Then Markus kissed down his chin and to his neck, holding him up by his hands but also a knee between Connor's legs. "M-Markus!" Connor sighed out, tilting his head. 

He only realized he called for Markus in his own voice when Markus froze. Shit, did he not know? 

Then Markus was laughing and pressing into him and resting their foreheads against each other. "I knew it. I hoped it was you, no one else has that… connection with me. But you looked so similar I was worried it was someone doing a really good job at acting like you. This is going to sound terrible, but I was going to sleep with you whether or not you're actually you. I couldn't give up the opportunity even if it was fake."

He sagged in relief, not even knowing he had tensed up so much. He'd let himself use his own voice, but decided to keep the hair the same. It seemed Markus had the same idea. Nether even thought to take their masks off. 

They were glued from chest to hip, but neither of them felt it was enough. Connor wanted to be able to feel all of him, but he could still hear the party liven back up after their dance. Did everyone know what they were about to do? Fuck, Hank saw that too, no doubt. 

Markus slid his hand down, and over his growing bulge. He gave a soft chuckle, kissing Connor's cheek. "I wondered if you swapped parts for the night." 

Connor quickly shook his head, then leaned it back against the door. "No, I wanted to keep that for tonight. Maybe later," he mumbled, his breath catching when Markus easily found his head through the layers of fabric. 

"Hm, I'd like that. But I'd also like to see you. Maybe lick you a bit then fuck you against this door. Anyone close enough could hear too." Markus kept playing with him and he couldn't help but squirm. 

"Yes! Fuck, yes Markus, please." He doubted anyone would come this way, but if they did they'd definitely get the sight of a lifetime. 

Markus squatted down and Connor grabbed the skirt of his dress and slid it up. 

A black thong skirted by fine lace, garters stamped with tiny black bows. The stockings they hold were sheer, topped with thin black filigree flowers, digging slightly round the thick of his thighs. Markus can just make out the crescent of a moon spun in the fibers of one, along with several ink dark petals. But what also caught his eye was Connor's weapons now on display. 

He ran a finger down the inside of Connor's thigh then over the gun and then the knives. Connor whimpered and clutched the fabric tighter. 

"Look at you, so beautiful. Did you wear these for me?" Markus asked. 

Connor honestly didn't know if he was talking about the lingerie or weapons, yet it didn't change his response. "Yes! Yes, I did it all for you. I wanted to seduce you, but I had to find you first. Luckily you found m-me!" 

He stumbled over his words as Markus licked him through the panties. He gave a low hum before doing it again, and again, and again. 

"Markus please! More, please more." How Markus could turn him into a begging mess so easily was beyond him. 

"It's ok, baby. I've got you." Then he took Connor's hard and leaking cock into that gorgeous mouth. Connor was still somewhat stunned this was actually happening, his hands clutching the fabric as his life depended on it. 

Connor watched as his cock disappeared over and over into that filthy mouth. Lips stretched wide, and both hands on Connor's thighs, brushing against his weapons. He watched as one of those hands disappeared from his view, he could still feel it though, fondling his balls, brushing past them to rub against his hole.

His body gladly provided the lube that was needed and he wanted so badly to close his legs, to hide his dripping wetness from Markus. 

Then he pulled off with a wet pop and licked at his whole, pulling the panties to the side. He did kitten licks at first, then flattening his tongue before pushing it in. Connor gasped and reached to grab one of Markus's shoulder, but Markus grabbed his leg and pulled it over instead. It gave him a much better angle to continue his ministrations, fucking him with his tongue. 

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, Markus." He rambled hips twitching from want. But then the fucker moved back and took his cock in his mouth again, easily sliding in a finger into his tight heat. 

After a few more moments of watching Markus bob his head on his cock, he felt the second finger begin, he felt them moving to stretch him. He jumped in surprise and pleasure when those fingers found his prostate and the third finger crept up beside the other two. Rubbing mercilessly against his prostate, Connor moaned, he was so damn close, Markus must have sensed this because he jerked his head back and let Connor's cock fall out of his mouth while his fingers switched to just gentle stretching movements instead. 

Suddenly those talented fingers left his ass and he heard the sound of a buckle being undone, opening his eyes quickly he saw Markus pull his zipper down to let his own cock out, giving it a quick pump. 

Markus pressed up against him and sliding his hands underneath Connor's ass he lifted him against the wall. Positioning Connor so his knees were over his shoulder, he was squeezed between the wall and Markus' hard-muscled body, the thought caught between a rock and a hard place, flickering through his mind briefly. Markus's cock was now rubbing it slowly against Connor's dripping hole. Connor whined and tried to wriggle but found he could barely move from the way he was being held against the wall.

There really was no hiding what they were doing now if someone walked by, and that thought alone had him whining high-pitched. "I want to feel you cum inside me, I want you to fuck me so hard that I’ll limp for a week, and then I want you to fuck me some more.” He demanded. 

Then he was sliding his cock inside Connor's warm hole, in one long smooth motion, he pressed forward. 

When he felt Markus bottom out, he was glad to be given a moment to breathe. He gasped as Markus pulled out and pushed back in, slowly picking up his pace, gradually building his speed. Markus tilted slightly and Connor's world spun. Crying out, he saw what people meant when they said they saw fireworks. "Yes!" He all but shouted, not giving a damn who heard him. 

"You're so beautiful, so gorgeous for me, baby. Connor, god, look at you. So wet for my cock." Markus mumbled against Connor's skin. 

Connor felt so close and the sound of Markus's real voice wasn't helping. "Markus! Markus I don't want to get dirty, fuck!" 

He couldn't ruin his dress or Markus's suit. Markus huffed and reached down to hold the base of Connor cock, still fucking him senseless. 

Connor moaned and felt tears prickle then slide down his cheeks. There was so much pressure and he just wanted to come already. 

"How about this, I come in you, clean you up then you can come in my mouth. That sound good, baby boy?"

Connor nodded and could feel how close Markus was by how erratic his thrusts were. Yet he still drew it out until he could hold it back anymore. 

Connor whimpered as he felt himself being filled with Markus's come, his hips desperately snapped up into Connor. 

He couldn't stop whining as Markus pulled out, but only to drop so he could lick up his own come. He still held Connor's cock tight enough that he wouldn't come, but God he wanted it. His legs shook as Markus took his time, even sucked on his hole then swirled his tongue around inside. 

Even when Connor was sure he was completely cleaned up, Markus kept going, teasing him. He felt so oversensitive that it was almost painful. He barely had enough strength to even hold his dress up, but Markus had enough strength to keep him up. 

He was a crying, shaking, begging mess by the time Markus was pulling his mouth away from his hole to, finally, his dick. 

"You ready, baby? Want to come now? I can keep going, keep fucking your pretty hole." Markus mumbled, before gently sucking on the head. 

Connor's hips spasmed but Markus kept a tight hold on him, looking up at him through that beautiful mask. "Yes! Yes, please let me come. I need to!" 

Markus took him all the way down then moved his hand away and swallowed. Connor screamed, back arching away from the door, his orgasms making his vision blur for a second. 

Markus kept sucking and swallowing, taking down every last bit he could get with greed. He swirled his tongue across the head making Connor's legs give out, before pulling off and catching him. 

"There we go, baby. Did so well not coming." Markus mumbled, pressing close to his neck. Connor could feel the softness of the feathers and it tickled just slightly. 

Markus held him to his chest as they both calmed down enough for Connor to stand again, fixing his panties. He felt so dirty and worried that he'd been too loud. But it seemed they had switched from live music to the DJ so he didn't worry too much. 

Markus played with Connor's hair as he made sure they were both presentable. "You really are beautiful, Connor. I'm glad you didn't change your eyes."

Connor flushed blue, leaning into the gentle touch. "Even though you changed your eyes, I could tell it was you. There's this fire and passion behind them no matter what." 

"I think you only notice that because I'm often looking at you." 

Oh, that was just too damn smooth. He pulled Markus forward into a soft and slow kiss, no need to get them worked up again. 

He couldn't wait until he could do this in the normal bodies, where he can take his time exploring every inch of Markus. But for now, he pulled back, fixing both of the masks. "I adore you. You ready to go back in? I'm sure people are wondering where we've gone." 

Markus gave a hum, then leaned forward to kiss Connor one last time. "I am." Markus's voice transformed back into his disguise and Connor took his arm, walking proudly back into the ballroom. 

[style-beat-webzine]

How to style a bold print skirt 6 ways

I bought this skirt at the beginning of quarantine (March 2020), which is probably a likely story for most of us, for me I find comfort in new purchases. The real reason we’re buying so much shit in quarantine is because we need some control in our lives, and that’s okay at least we got some cute things, right?! I bought this skirt on sale so I didn’t feel too guilty about the purchase and knew I had a few ways in which I would style it once it was mine. If you’re like me the bolder the print the better, but if you’re not like me and want to venture out with trying to wear something out of your comfort zone, I’ve got you covered. I think a bold skirt would be the perfect item to start with if you’ve been wanting to try something new with your style. Skirts are easy to style with pieces you probably already own. A bold pattern on any article of clothing makes that piece the “stand out” item of the outfit, the showstopper if you will. Here are a few of my favorite ways to wear a bold print skirt and why I think the outfit works so seamlessly, so here we go!!

1. Band tee styling

I think a band tee is super universal on how you can wear it, styled up or styled down it’s definitely a wardrobe staple. That's why it makes pairing it with a bold print skirt such an easy-breezy combo, it’s simple but fancy. Depending on how you accessorize you can wear it to a party with heeled boots, or honestly anything platform would be cool,( but that’s my humble opinion.)  In the photograph, I styled it like I would if I was wearing it to a day of school, or somewhere casual. My one suggestion for causal dressing is to wear comfortable shoes, NO HIGH HEELS!! Or wear them if you dare I’d make sure it’s something easy to walk in, but that’s just me. As you can see I’m wearing my dirty checkered slip-on Vans because they are comfortable to walk in. I guess that’s the point I’m trying to get at, is just make sure it’s something you’re ok to spend the whole day in. If you're like me you’ll get super lucky that the only classes you need will be across campus from one another and be back to back haha, but for your sake I hope that’s not the case!!

    2. Mixing prints in a sneaky stylish striped kind of way

If you love mixing prints then I hope you find some inspo from this outfit, but if you’re not familiar with mixing prints and feel the urge to try it out then this combo is an easy one to pull off. It’ll make you feel funky too, in a good way!! For me a black and white striped shirt is an essential item in my wardrobe because it’s so versatile. A stripe shirt is also easy to pair with a bold print making the outfit look effortless, but fashionable. Throw on a solid color blazer or cardigan and you’re good to go. For the shoes I chose to go with a pair of mint faux crocodile skin square toed boots. When stying this outfit I wanted to mix colors as well as prints, but if you’re not feeling like that’s your cup of tea that is quite alright, just put on a neutral color cardigan as well as neutral color shoes. If you’re like my mom and have to have things matching you can match your cardigan with your shoes to make sure at least something is matching. This look will be the perfect school or work outfit that doesn’t feel to restricting, or over the top.

    3. Solid shirt styling

This type of styling is simplistic, but looks very put together and requires minimal effort, doesn’t that sound fantastic?! You can wear this combination to a casual gathering or for a day of classes. Just throw on some flat shoes such as tennis shoes, mules, ballet flats, and you catch my drift. Then after a day of classes or if you just want to spruce it up for a night out you can toss on a pair of fun shoes!! For the picture I decided to pair olive green platform sandals with a fuzzy vest, and a bold statement necklace. If you know me you know how much I love playing with colors especially in my outfits. This look satisfies that love of playful color mixing with the pastel pink of the skirt, the faded blue t-shirt and olive green shoes, eeeekkkk I’m in love!! Have fun with your outfits, play around with mixing different things and see how you feel after you’ve tried it all on together, remember your clothes should make YOU feel fabulous :)

     4. Bridgerton meets Gossip Girl styling

Do you ever buy an item of clothing because you fall in love with it at the store then later realize it was because you binged half of a series on netflix the night before? Yup, hello it’s me, I subconsciously bought this burnt orange (in some lighting a deep red) blazer because of the Duke of Hastings :)

heart eye emoji, amiright? After not only lusting over Simon, but his blazer I knew I wanted something of the sort in my wardrobe. To my lucky stars I found one that resembled his on the clearance rack at my local Target. I’m so smitten with those puff sleeves :) and the frickin’ color, come on, it’s a perfect design!! This outfit gives me Gossip Girl in the 70s feels, and I’m so here for it. This outfit works because the main focus will be on the bold print skirt. The other articles of clothing are just to accentuate the skirt. I don’t know why but I love the color combo of pinks and reds or in this case an orangish-red color together!! The darker hue of the blazer makes the lighter pink stand out. I just put a cream color blouse with fishnet tights and some chunky boots to complete this look. This could be an outfit for work or a nice dinner out with the girls :)  

    5. Andy Warhol’s Factory Girl styling

(Sorry the photo is such shit, I’m currently using an iPhone 8 and the quality sucks, broke girl problems. Although, I do love the blurriness of the image, but know others are probably hating it haha oh well.) Moving on, I just had to put an over the top outfit onto this list. This outfit was inspired by my daydreams of being one of Andy Warhol's fashionable friends at his famous Factory (his art studio) in New York City. It’s definitely the silver boots that’s giving off those Factory vibes, isn’t?! To be honest this outfit would’ve been something I would’ve worn to a day of classes, just because I’m extra af. Remember earlier in the post when I said to play around with mixing your clothes to get fun funky ensembles? This outfit was a result of playing around with clashing prints because I knew I wanted to mix some  bold prints for this post haha. I mean would it have been a fashion post from me without prints clashing?  To quote some lyrics by Gary Clark Jr, this outfit “got me feelin’ like a million bucks.” There’s something powerful and transforming when you wear bold prints together. For me it feels like I can take on the world :) never underestimate the way your clothes make you feel. 

     6. Sweatshirt styling

You’ve gotta rep the biggest city near you, especially if it’s Chicago!! I was a kid in the 90s so I remember the later years of the Chicago Bulls victories. I randomly got the idea to put this Bulls sweatshirt with this skirt while laying in bed one morning. And let me tell you, I’m so happy I did because I’m in love with red and pink together as I mentioned earlier. Of course I had to throw on a faux fur leopard coat for good measure and to get my little fix of mixing prints. Color me in love :) Not to mention how warm this outfit is which is perfect for these Chicago winters that visit us every year and always seem to over stay their welcome. For bragging rights, I thrifted that Bulls sweatshirt and got that baby for $2, what a deal!! This is another easy outfit you can put together for a cold winter day. Just add any sweatshirt you’d like to a skirt. I tucked mine in, but if you left it untucked the outfit would still work. I felt this outfit needed a pair of shoes that weren’t loud and in your face, so I went with a solid color that was also a neutral.  

That’s all I’ve got for this post, I hope you enjoyed it. I plan to make some more of these in the future. I had a lot of fun styling one piece from my wardrobe to make 6 different outfits, I’d say that’s a bang for your buck. It also makes the purchase worth every penny!! Until next time you little rockers, enjoy your moment and have fun creating your story.

Sincerely,

Michelle 

[aspiestvmusings]

ZEP: S1 -  PARALLELS

This is part of my ZEP: S1 Thoughts Master Post

Here’s the new & updated long analysis post for ZEP S1. This one features the whole season, all 12 episodes.

Just me...dissecting & analyzing the storyline...with focus on Zoey & Team Max. But since the stories are so intertwined, there’s Zoey/dad & Zoey/Simon talk, too. Among other things...relevant to it all...

ZEP: MAX & ZOEY -  THOUGHTS 1 [LINK HERE]  

PARALLELS

ZOEY & MAX AS NEW TEAM MANAGERS #twoofakind

In 1x02 when Zoey gives her first introductory speech as the new Team Manager on the 4th Floor, she prepares flash cards for the speech..with the first one being her name (Hi, Im Zoey). In 1x10 when Max becomes the new Team Manager on the 6th Floor, he prepares flash cards for his speech..with the first one being his name (Hi, I’m Max).

In 1x02 Zoey makes an awkard joke at the beginning of her speech “Please don’t say anything stupid” (one of her notes to herself). In 1x10 Max makes awkard joke at the beginning of his speech (Please hold your applause til the end" (one of his notes to himself)

In 1x02 Zoey tells Joan that she prepared for the new job by reading multiple books & listening to several popular podcasts on how to be an effective leader. In 1x10 Max tells his new team that he prepared for the new job by reading about a 7-step leadership program..online….

In 1x02 Joan is watching on the background as Zoey gives her team a great motivational speech (in the end)... and connects with them. She smiles like a proud parent seeing this. In 1x10 Ava is watching on the background as Max gives his team a great motivational speech (in the end)... and connects with them.  She smiles like a proud parent seeing this. 

MATCHING OUTFITS 

In 1x12 Max wears a dark green hoodie in the beginning of the episode (Cheesequakes scene)....during the day. And in 1x12 Zoey wears a dark green hoodie (with a zippr, and same colour top/T-shirt under it) later in the episode (Movie Nights/Make out session scene)...later in the same day. They match tone-to-tone in this episode.

TURNING POINTS: DAD’S HEALTH

1x06 vs 1x12 The mud-season finale & the season finale. In 1x06 Zoey's moment with Max was interrupted by a phone call about her dad's health. Because while the episode focused on the Z/S/J triangle, a turn of events had just happened. Max, after witnessing the burnt roses, dropped everything (his plan on finding a date), and was there for Zoey, by her side..every step. Then a phone call, and he made sure she got to her family, and stayed by her side..the whole time (til bedtime). In 1x12 Zoey & Max's movie night "date" make-out session was interrupted by a call about her dad's health. Max made sure she got to her family, and stayed by her side... the whole time (til it was time for "just the family").

1x06 ended with Zoey saying goodbye to Max and shutting the door of her parents house as he left. And this happened after a sweet moment between the two (hug & his promise to always be there for her). And then she leans on the wall next to the door...and hears Max continue singing his heart song to her. This night/song was, IMO, the turning point for her...the moment when she was really starting to see him in a new light. The moment that was her "I think I might love him" moment for her. 1x12 ended with Zoey saying goodbye to Max (after the funeral/wake) and shutting the door of her parents house as he left. And this happened after a sweet moment between them (them sitting on the stairs as he sang his "AP" verse, and him hugging her & giving her a forehead kiss before he left). And then she leans on the wall next to the door...and she starts singing "AP".

CHEESEQUAKES

1x01 We see Zoey getting cheesequakes for her & Simon...but then she learns that he's engaged. It's a "love triangle" moment as she meets Jessica...with her being the third wheel, the one who is jealous... Simon hadn't told Zoey the truth... that he is taken/with someone. 1x12 We see Zoey getting cheesequakes for her & Max...but then Simon arrives. It's a "love triangle" moment as Simon sees the two acting in a "more than just friends" way....and with himbeing the third wheel, who is jealous. Zoey hasn't told Simon the whole ruth about her relationship with Max. Shes claimed that they're just friends, and after this claims he has nothing to be jealous about.

GRIEF ACTIONS 

Grieving Simon proposed to his girlfriend Jessica after his dad's death. Everything points to his proposal being more about trying to pretend to move on. It was a distraction. Grieving Zoey pursued the engaged man, Simon...as her dad'd health was declining and she was preparing for her dad's death. Everything points to her pursuit of him being about pretenting to move on. But is is a distraction. (and so will be her choice to be with Simon...for now, after Mitch's death...)

MRI (BACK TO THE BEGINNING…)

In 1x01 gets an MRI...that goes wrong..."thanks" to an earthquake...and she end up having a "zoeyality" superpower. In 1x02 we hear her sing a song [even if it turns out to be just her dream]...the first one she sings..inbtead of others singing to her. The song is "I've got the music in Me". In 1x12 we/Zoey sees the same MRI machine & same technician/doctor as she's in a hospital [for Emilys false alarm], and he sings to her/hums to himself the song "I’ve got the Music in Me".

Remember how it all started? With Zoey’s MRI in Pilot…going all wrong…because of an eathquake. She went to check on her health because she had concerns..because of her fathers condition. We saw her “take the test”. But… we never heard how it ended. Did the earthquake interfere with the results & she’d have to get another MRI to find out the results? Did she get the results, but never mentioned them?

After the MRI we see her talking to her mom, but it’s never mentioned how the test went. The results…or lack of them…is never mentioned… until episode 11. Instead…after the experience she’s “going crazy” - hearing everyone sing their inner feelings. But not once does she mention the MRI in any other context than it being the result she got her superpower. And we’ve only heard her mention it to her family, Mo & Max, no one else even knows she got an MRI.

A lot of things in the series are hinting at Zoey having the same disease as her dad has. And the singing might be her first, early, strange “symptom”. Because she has the same condition is probably why she hears people singing, too. Even the ASL storyline supports it. Not to mention some other scenes & lines from songs in the show. Like her mom/family singing “We’ve Gotta Get Out of This Place” in 1x11. And since we know that the lyrics of the heart songs tell the truth and are part of the narrative/story, then they have a real meaning.

A stranger at the caskett room sings during Maggie’s song: “Now my girl you’re so young and pretty, and one thing I know is true: You’ll be dead before your time is due, I know” & later Maggie sings the same lines, and then the camera moves to Zoey…witnessing the song, and it doesn’ really feel like it’s cause we see it all from her POV..but cause the line is a “clue” for her…

CHIRP vs ZOEY-ALITY PARALLELS

Invading privacy. How come no-one has mentioned this? Especially Max. We’ve seen him be concerned about “mind reading”, and then they’re all working on “mind reading code”

I do think that all this was done intentionally & they chose to use a piece of technology that is similar to Zoeys ability…to make a point..in the future. And I’ve found it quite interesting that no-one has…yet (by the end of episode 11) questioned how ethical the tech is, or how it could invade peoples privacy.

If they’d had a character mention it, I would’ve expected it to be Max. I mean… in episode 1x01 when Zoey asks him what he thinks about te ability to read other peoples minds, he says that he’d get his feelings hurt a lot..more. And he has voiced concern about Zoey being able to “read his mind”…several times. His main concern has been that she can read his mind/see into his heart (via heart songs…while he can’t see into hers…). And he was also very uncomfortable when he found out that everyone could “read him” (that everyone knew he has had a crush on Zoey…forever). He’s the one character whose expressed most concern about people knowing his secret feelings & thoughts. Hence I have been surprised he hasn’t commented on CHIRP yet (until ep 11).

Though anyone on the team might bring it up..at one point. And another good possibility is Simon. Because since he’s still in the dark about her superpower, that would be one way to take it back to the beginning. Cause as we remember from the PIlot, he was “impressed” by Zoey’s ability to “read his mind”..only he thought that that must mean they have a “natural” connection, so when he finds out she had help (from her superpower…which is basically like getting help from a CHIRP technology), he’s gonna have a whole new look on their connection and everything. And he’s most likely gonna be “betrayed” and “disappointed”, because he’ll realize that their connection wasn’t actually real, and she “cheated in the game”.

And CHIRP is most definitely a “plot device”. The parallels to/with Zoey’s abilities are just…too obvious

[irrelevantwriter]

Life In The Fast Lane

Pairing: Negan x Female Reader/You, Non-Apocalyptic AU

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Warnings: Language, daddy kink, unprotected sex, car sex, vaginal sex, mild rough sex, hair pulling (mild), biting (mild), mention of bodily fluids

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: You and Negan decide to head south when things take a turn, threatening both of your lives.

A/N: This is for Negan’s Warm Weather Writing Challenge hosted by @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash. I chose the prompt road trip. I’ve had this planned for months, but it was definitely not cooperating when it came time to type up. I really took it down to the wire with this, but I finished it in time so YAY! The title is from the Eagles song, which gave me the inspiration for this piece. And the lyrics in the beginning are from another Eagles song called “One of these nights”. I don’t know what it is, but I feel like Negan would definitely be into some Eagles. Anyway, I hope you guys like it and let me know what you think!

PS-Tense is a real fucking bitch.

Masterlist link in bio.

***

 One of these nights

 One of these crazy old nights

 We’re gonna find out, pretty mama,

 What turns on your lights

Music is playing softly from the other room as you apply the last of your makeup. Your eyes scan the planes of your perfectly made-up face, ensuring not an eyelash is out of place. The strands of your impeccably styled hair shine in the light of the vanity. Your gaze continues to your carefully crafted outfit. The white sleeveless dress and open-toed nude heels make for a powerful combination. You finish off the look with the pair of diamond studs that had recently been gifted to you. You admire them lovingly in the reflective glass, smiling at the way they glint in the light.

Every detail is a part of a bigger plan. There are a lot of eyes watching you now and you have to be careful about how you portray yourself. Your life depends on it. And you had no problem playing the part. You were more than willing to sell the picture of luxury.

The opening and closing of the hotel room door makes you smile, the identity of the visitor already known. You continue to fuss with your appearance, standing to appraise the full ensemble.

“Doll?” A deep voice penetrates the air, sending shivers down your spine and butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You’ll never tire of those feelings.

“Back here.” You call, splashing drops of perfume on your wrists and neck.

A dark figure leans into the doorway, an intense stare meeting yours in the mirror. He smiles wolfishly, his teeth on full display as he bites into his bottom lip. You can’t help but to copy his actions, eyeing him with the same lust-filled gaze. Your eyes sweep over his body, pleased by the dark slacks and black shirt he’s chosen to wear. He looks like the greatest pleasure and the darkest sin combined.

“Well, don’t you look ravishing.” He licks his lips, accentuating his point. The comment makes you blush and laugh at the same time; a clash of young girl and woman.

You turn to face him, your backside resting against the counter as he walks towards you. You arch an eyebrow up at him as he scratches at the thick stubble on his chiseled jaw, the dark hair mixed with areas of gray. The facial hair is a new and calculated addition on his part. The blend of youth and age gives him a distinguished look, but the wicked grin that spreads across his lips says otherwise.

His arms immediately pull you against him, the warmth from his body seeping into yours. “You look like you belong with the angels in Heaven. All you need is a halo and a set of wings.” He teases, the timber in his voice making you squeeze your thighs together.

“Well…” You start, eyes meeting his while your hands toy with the buttons on his shirt. “They wouldn’t let me through the pearly gates…I sleep in the Devil’s bed now.”

He laughs as he speaks, hazel eyes dancing with mirth. “Is that so, baby girl?” His hand comes to rest on your ass, the action making you warm from the inside out.

You nod, continuing the game you both started. The result of which usually ends in mind-blowing sex.

“I know this bastard who’s bed you’re sharing?” He asks, thick fingers digging into your hips as he presses further against you.

“He goes by Negan. Ever heard of him?” You move closer into his space, ready to touch his lips to yours. You see his eyes dart to your mouth, his eagerness taking over as well.

“Yeah, handsome son of a bitch. And hung like a horse.”

You smirk, unable to refute his own characterization of himself. Both observations are very true. And he knows it.

“You’re gonna have to reintroduce me to that last one.” You whisper breathlessly. You hear him groan in response, his crotch rubbing against your stomach hungrily.

“Gladly, baby girl. But not right now.” 

You whimper in protest, not used to being denied. He puts space in between your bodies, breaking the mood. 

“Don’t pout,” Negan admonishes. “Daddy will fuck you ten ways to Sunday when we finally get the fuck outta this fucking place. We gotta hit the road.”

You sigh, admitting defeat because you know he’s was right. If you want to make it to Florida, you had to get on the road.

“Any news from Simon?” You ask, allowing him to release you so that you could pack up the last of your belongings.

Negan nods, taking the smaller toiletry bags you handed him. “Yeah, he says Blake is still singing like a fucking canary. All while throwing my fucking ass under the bus.”

You both move around the room in unison as you gather your luggage and belongings, preparing for the trip ahead.

“I still can’t believe Phillip Blake turned on you like that. Rotten son of a bitch.” You bite out, shaking your head at the absurdity of it all.

Two months was all it took. The downfall of Governor Inc. happened suddenly and rapidly during that time. Everyone began to jump ship when rumors of a high level investigation became a reality. And everyone began to take sides…Phillip Blake, owner and CEO of said company. Or Negan, co-owner and business partner to said CEO. Many chose the side that offered the least amount of backlash and repercussions. Unfortunately, most didn’t realize it was a set up. Phillip Blake had sold most of his employees out, including Negan. The man was guilty of many of heinous crimes and he’d framed Negan for embezzlement. The feds came knocking soon after.

The aftermath of such a shocking scandal had hit hard. The story was front page for weeks in Alexandria, even making it to some of the major national news circuits. Negan had suffered greatly, even being arrested for a short time. You had been Negan’s assistant turned lover when the story broke. When the sky started to fall, you decided on the only choice that made sense at the time. You stayed. And you helped Negan in any way you could. You devoted your life to him, and in return he was going to give you a new one. A new life away from Alexandria.

“Yeah, well he’s a twisted motherfucker. Doesn’t give a damn about anyone but his fucking self.” Negan grumbles, the topic making his face turn sour.

You move towards him and catch his hand, offering comfort in the only way you know how. He seems to realize your intent because his face instantly softens, the gruffness of his expression now smoothed out.

“We’ll get through this, baby.”

He nods, a large hand cupping your cheek at the same moment. The pull is instinctual as you both move closer together, lips only inches apart.

“You’re too good to me.” He whispers against your lips before he’s capturing them in a breathtaking kiss. His hands tangle in your hair while yours grips at his shirt and biceps. You can feel the way your body submits to him. Its been that way from the beginning. Your connection with Negan was immediate and passionate…the flame showing no signs of dying out any time soon.

“Alright, as much as I’d love to fuck you for the billionth time on this fucking bed,” He gestures to the massive mattress to your back. “We gotta get a move on.”

“I’ll get my bags. You get the car?”

Negan nods and releases himself from your arms, but not before pinching your ass. You yelp and he only winks at you, his lean frame already heading for the door.

***********

“So how long is this drive again?”

You roll up your window in Negan’s black Range Rover, your hips shifting in the seat as you make yourself comfortable for the trip.

“About fourteen hours, give or take.”

You nod and are just about to try and convince Negan to let you drive when his cell phone goes off, the speakers of the vehicle alerting the passengers to the call.

“It’s Simon.” He notes, moving to press the Bluetooth button on his steering wheel. You nod in response, eager to hear what the investigator has to say.

“Simon, what kind of fucking news you got this time?”

“Its good. Better than my last phone call.”

“I’m all fucking ears.”

“Blake is still blaming everyone but himself. But, there’s a lot more people willing to vouch for you than him. And we may be able to prove that he was the one that cooked the books and not you. Michonne is working on it.”

“How is my very expensive lawyer doing? Haven’t spoken to her recently.” Negan asks, his tone light despite the heaviness of the situation.

“She’s working around the clock. Grimes is really trying to trip her up, but she’s taking the hits like a champ. Doesn’t like you much though.”

The comment makes both you and Negan laugh. Not many people did like Negan. And that worked in his favor. He had a very small inner circle; one that was very difficult to infiltrate. Simon was a close and long-time friend to Negan, who just so happened to have an ear to the investigation about him and Phillip Blake.

“I pay her to represent me. Not fucking like me.”

Simon’s laughter echoes throughout the cab of the car. “Touché.”

“And what about Dwight? That greasy fucker still acting as Blake’s fucking puppet?”

You listen intently to Simon’s response, interested to know what was becoming of one of Negan’s most trusted employees. Dwight had turned on Negan hard and fast, and the man was relentless in his pursuit of taking him down. The exact reason was unknown to most, but rumors swirled that it had something to do with Dwight’s ex-wife.

“Yeah, he’s staying loyal to Blake. But his accusations are about as sturdy as Styrofoam. Michonne will punch holes in his story left and right.”

Negan visibly relaxes at Simon’s words, his hand loosening its white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel.

“Good. That is fucking good news. Thanks for the insight.”

 “No problem, man. I’ll keep you posted. You let me know when you make it to Miami.”

“Of course.”

And with that, the conversation was ended.

You hum at the news, glad that a pile of shit hadn’t been delivered like so many times before. The car ride was too long to have to marinate over the sudden downturn of both of your lives.

“So, not bad…” You trail off, unsure of what Negan’s thoughts are about the call. His face is expressionless and gives you no clue into what’s going on in his head.

“Yeah, better than I expected.” He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Just ready for this to be fucking done. Everyone seems to have a hard-on for me. Especially that fucker Grimes.”

“It’ll be over soon. Miami will take our mind off of it all for a while.” You run a hand through the hair at the base of his neck, feeling him relax instantly.

He chuckles at your words, that mischievous glint back in his eyes. “You ready for Daddy to show you how the other half lives?”

You smile, moving as close as your seatbelt and the center console allows. “Of course.”

Negan had decided to take a much needed respite from the current controversies and head to Miami Beach. It was a place that held a lot of memories for him and he was eager to introduce you to the life he led there. It was his idea to make it a road trip and you’d happily agreed. 

Some in the investigation would say you were on the run. Others would say he was simply handling himself and any other matters that needed tending to. You knew it for what it was. A new life. And if things went real sour…new identities.

“So what are we gonna do in Miami?” You adjust the sunglasses perched on your nose as Negan accelerates onto the highway. The sun is starting to set and the last of the day’s light are reflecting off the all black interior of the car.

“All of it. And then some.” He replies devilishly. His hand reaches out to clasp your thigh through the fabric of your dress. It’s an innocent enough gesture, but you know Negan and nothing should ever be taken at face value with him.

“I can’t wait until we get there.”

“Don’t worry…before long we’ll be sitting pretty on the beach sipping those drinks with the stupid umbrella shit in them.”

“Sex on the beach?”

“Yeah babe, any kind of drink you want.” He assures with a nod.

 “Wasn’t talking about the drink, babe.” You reply coyly, loving the way he smirks back at you. He shifts his hips and your eyes immediately go to the center, zeroing in on the appendage just beyond the zipper.

“Someone’s feeling frisky.” Negan’s eyebrows shoot up and again he looks like the real-life version of the wolf from Little Red Riding Hood. He looks as if he wants to devour you. You feel that rush of arousal that always seems to accompany you while with him. You welcome it. You embrace it. You feel yourself ready to beg for it.

As much as Negan likes to act as if everything is under control with his pending case, you know the ship could sink any day. You and him would be pulled under, never to resurface. It’s this sentiment that drives you. It’s this feeling that has you leaning over and nibbling at his ear, your hand cupping the fast-hardening flesh beneath his slacks.

“Pull over.” You demand softly as you take off your sunglasses and lean into his body, teeth scraping against the sensitive flesh of his neck. He groans, the sound making your thighs clench in familiar anticipation.

“That bad, baby girl? You need me that bad?” His voice has already gone down an octave, signaling his own arousal. It’s a sign you’ve already won.

“Yes…” You reply, unashamed of your desire for him.

“Fuck.”

You unbutton his pants and slide your hand under the waistband of his underwear. His flesh is warm and hard and desperate for touch. You oblige and maneuver your hand in the way he loves so much. You can feel yourself become wetter with each passing second. His grunts and groans only spur you on, his hands gripping the wheel hard as he pulls off into an abandoned rest area.

“Goddamit, I can’t fucking concentrate with your hand on my dick like that.” It’s a compliment disguised as a complaint. You smirk as you unbuckle your seatbelt and shift your lace panties off your hips.

“You love it.” You tease as he parks the car. His seatbelt is already off as he pulls you across the console and into his lap. He adjusts his seat back, allowing you more room. You feel the adrenaline and lust pooling deep in your belly, the combination almost making you feel dizzy. Negan makes you feel like this. No other man has ever come close and you don’t ever want to lose it. The danger, passion, obsession…all of it. You want it all and you want it forever.

“Fuck doll, you weren’t fucking kidding.” He moans as you rub yourself sensuously on his now free cock. His head is thrown back against the seat as you tease him. His calloused hands unbutton the few buttons needed to expose your bra-clad breasts. It’s your turn to moan as he pushes the lace material aside, your nipples rubbing deliciously against the rough skin of his palm.

“God, yes…”

His mouth descends on a hardened nipple and he uses just the right amount of suction to make your toes curl. The sensation is almost painful and you pull harshly at his hair in response. You both got off on the pain and this time was no exception.

“Shit that feels fucking good.” He moans lowly.

You aren’t sure what he’s referring to specifically, but you don’t care. He pulls your mouth to his and consumes you. His tongue invades your mouth. His hands tangle in your hair. His hips thrust upwards to seek out the solace of your soaked channel. You fight to keep up your pace. You grip his shoulders and push back against him, your teeth biting at his lower lip.

“Ride me, baby girl.” Negan growls against your throat. You don’t waste any more time. You rise up on your knees and let him hold himself while you sink down. The sound of your bodies joining fills the car and it makes your walls  clasp at him that much tighter.

“Holy fuck…” He grunts, the signs of his end already showing. “You gotta move, baby.”

You had taken him in you slowly, but you change your pace at the pure want and desperation in his voice. Your hips bounce, your ass grazing the steering wheel as you chase that blissful high. Negan’s fingertips are gripping at the flesh of your hips and ass as he bites at your nipples. You squeak when he bites down too hard.

“Careful.” You warn, your pace never faltering.

“You liked it. Felt that pretty pussy squeeze me after.” He teases. He knows what that kind of talk does to you. You’re a fan of his dirty talk. The action is an art and Negan is a master.

“Fuck…” You moan as he pistons his hips upwards. He hits deep and the sensation makes you cling to him, turning the reigns over to his more than capable hands.

The summer heat is making its way into the interior of the car. The air in the cab is hot and sticky and you can feel your skin start to prickle with sweat. You ignore it all and allow Negan to impale you time and time again, his cock almost too much and not quite enough.

“Cum for me, baby. Let me feel that pussy suck me in.” A thick digit lands on your clit and you throw your head back at the rush of  pleasure.

 “Look at that cream…”

You look down upon hearing his words. You take in the sight of your body swallowing him and the remnants of your arousal on his cock. Its erotic and enough to push you further towards your finish line.

“Fuck, Negan…” You whimper as he delivers a swift slap to your pussy. It does the trick. Your muscles start to tense and spasm as you ride wave after wave of your orgasm. Negan’s hands keep you firmly seated on his cock as you gyrate above him. His lips are sucking hungrily at your neck as you moan out his name like a hymn.

He isn’t far behind you. It takes him only two more pumps and a growl before he is emptying himself inside of you, his face buried in your breasts while you stroke his hair. You soak up the feeling of his essence filling you and painting your walls. You can feel errant streaks already starting to leak out between the two of you, but you barely have the energy to care.

“Motherfucking fuck. That was hot as shit.”

You laugh as he wipes at the sweat on his brow, the steady up and down of his chest filling you with a sense of pride. The power you have over someone as powerful as Negan makes you smug as fuck.

“Literally and figuratively.” You retort as you roll down his window to let the breeze sweep through the car. The stench of sex will take a minute to leave, but the cool air feels refreshing on your overheated skin.

“You ready to hit the road for real this fucking time?”

You can tell he’s joking, despite the serious look on his face.

“You really trying to reprimand me with your dick still inside me?” You fire back, a seductive smirk planted firmly on your lips.

He laughs and the action causes his body to shake both beneath and in you. You shiver and hiss at the oversensitivity of your body.

“At this rate we won’t get to Florida until next fucking week.”

You encircle his neck with your arms, content to bask in the afterglow as long as he’ll let you.

“Fine by me.” You whisper against his lips. He kisses you gently and with a softness that is often reserved for the moments just after sex.

“Well, in that case…” He says between kisses. His mouth moves to your neck again and rubs his scruff against your flesh, eliciting giggles from your kiss-swollen lips.

You let him pull you into another round, unconcerned with anything outside the walls of your mobile sanctuary. The road trip may take longer than expected, but it could all be gone tomorrow. You were willing to take that chance.

[sol-korolevas]

a love suicide

pairing: simon x reader

summary: it was a love better off dead

a/n: okay so...this didn’t finish with the plan i originally had. it’s also somewhat nsfw towards the end but nothing explicit. i wanted to tackle simon’s history and add a bit of angst in it. also, there’s no suicide mentions in this, despite the title. enjoy! 

system processing

….ERROR UNKNOWN

he was slowly becoming something else. not just android anymore, but something much more. simon wasn’t the arrogant sort, nor was he predisposed to think of himself as a failure of creation. he was, theoretically speaking, fine as any other androids of his model. except there was one little error in him that his diagnoses can’t reach – can’t self repair.

love.

he knew of the word, definition and all. he understood it from the movies and television shows he watched with you. he read it from the books you gave him, the stories you gifted him, and the way he saw it written on his face in invisible ink.

he was in love. at first, it was a monstrous thought that clawed at his innards, disrupting the circuits and processors within his inorganic body. so, of course, he tried repairing; he tried everything but nothing worked. nothing worked so he tried to hide it best he could by keeping his words silent and temperaments even.

you didn’t like that.

“simon, you’ve been so quiet these days. what’s wrong?” was your response to all of this. your patient eyes searched his face, hoping there may be a clue. you can’t see anything, he was good at it. at least, that was what he hoped.

then, simon noticed how the tips of your finger touched the exposed skin on his wrist. warmth and overwhelming affection stirred within him. he wanted to pull you in, embrace you and –

“i’m fine,” he responded, in the same polite tone he carried since the day he arrived at your apartment. however, it was getting harder to suppress the thoughts within himself.

you hummed, tugging the edge of his sleeve lightly, eyes still moving all over him. simon wondered why he decided to let you pick out his clothes. you told him that he didn’t have to dress the same way as an android. he could look more human if he wanted to, so you gave him clothes bought from human stores. maybe he was already flawed from that day when he exchanged his cyberlife outfit for this.

those outfits were now another permanent reminder of his feelings for you. every day he found himself growing more and more attached to these clothes designed for humans, all because of you.

“just tell me if something’s wrong, okay?” you gave him a wink and a smile, which caused another irregular pump of thirium to course through his system. he decided to look away, but not before he caught your smile faltering.

he wondered if his face was showing something else. it must have upset you enough to make your smile waver.

“understood.”

by god did he sound foolish and useless.

days bled into weeks and weeks bled into months. with time, simon realized that there was something wrong within him. he was in love, yes, but it wasn’t the mechanical love that cyberlife had mistakenly installed inside him. after all, he was no traci model nor was he a model designed to love anyone.

he was thinking, too, having thoughts and a disposition to feel emotions which weren’t in his default programming. so naturally he started exploring when he had the time, and soon he discovered something. there had been rumors among the androids, about a place only deviants knew.

jericho, a place of freedom and hope for those like him.

regardless, simon chose to stay by your side and remain as such until you didn’t need him anymore. but, he wanted you to want him, just as much as he wanted you, if not more.

“oh look simon, how romantic!” you said, tugging at his sleeve as you pointed at a couple far ahead. the man was proposing to the woman with a bouquet of roses. people cheered and some took out their phones to record the proposal.

he was thinking again, about what would happen if he was the one who got down on his knee and you were the one standing before him. would you turn him away? say yes and cry and then embrace him?

he still wanted to try embracing you. your body will be so warm and soft and nice to feel.

that same night, simon was in your room. you had gone out with friends for dinner, so that left him with nothing to do. most of the times, he would be idle, free to do anything until you came home. his previous owners put him on standby mode whenever they weren’t home. you were gracious, far too kind for your own good.

so here he was, in the neatly kept room you owned. it was small, sparse, but free of dust. in the beginning, he cleaned and organized everything here. but when you decided to start cleaning on your own time, he was moved to other duties.

you said you didn’t want to overwork him. naturally, he told you he was designed to work as much as possible. he couldn’t tire, unlike humans.

those first few months with you were blissful. he was content with his duties and you were so animated in your personality. now, he wasn’t sure. his deviancy led him to forego talking and declining your invitations to movies and other entertainments. slowly, you stopped talking to him.

and then, that was when simon found out about your boyfriend.

it wasn’t fair, really. but it was what it was. humans will never fall in love with androids, and androids will never earn their happy ending. this wasn’t a romance movie; this was reality.

he did the best he could with what little he can. your bed was made but simon found it hard to ignore and so, he lied down on it. your scent was overwhelming here, but most of all, it was the thought of you sharing a bed with him at night.

then, maybe he can finally embrace you and touch you. he can kiss you like how those people kissed in movies and televisions.

no, he didn’t just want to kiss you. he wanted something much, much more. it was the heat that had coursed through his body, making him tremble and want to be held and touched. simon felt disgusted but he couldn’t deny the allure of phantom hands caressing his skin, imagining that it was you who was sensually speaking words of love to him.

for the first time, he was touching himself. his face blue and eyes closed, features twisted in a shameful display of lust and need. the apartment was silent and he took the silence as permission to cry out for you.

“...simon?” your voice cut through like a knife.

simon bolted up and out of your bed, clothes wrinkled, and hair a mess from its original shape. he was still blue in the face, perhaps even more so as he looked at you.

you were still dressed in the outfit you wore when you left. but it was your expression which concerned him, no, terrified him. shock and, perhaps, fear was painted on your face.

“(name), i..” he stopped, feeling himself stumble over his words. if only his system will shut down right now, prevent him from doing anything worse. and yet, a part of him, a large part, wanted to continue. “i love you.” there was a long silence afterward. simon noticed how you trembled and suddenly, he found himself moving towards you.

“simon!” you cried out as he swept you into the embrace he always dreamed of. you were here, soft and warm and everything he dreamed of. he didn’t want to leave you, he didn’t want to let you go. “...please stop.”

the words felt more like a tidal wave. it was harsh and biting, so unlike the way he thought it would go. immediately, he pulled back, hoping that the distance will placate your emotions, allow you to realize that his feelings were right. he wanted you to say ‘i love you’ back to him. instead, you turned your head, face revealing nothing as you looked anywhere but him.

and that, simon thought, just won’t do.

“(name)...please, look at me,” he begged, taking a step forward just as you took one back. the small room felt even smaller, but the distance between you was quite the opposite. simon extended out a arm, hoping you will allow him to touch your cheek. instead, you turned and slapped his hand away.

“no i can’t, simon, i’m sorry,” you begin, voice shaky. “if my parents find out they will deactivate you and send you back.”

“they don’t have to know,” was simon’s almost-curt and desperate reply. in return, you frowned and seem to be contemplating something. simon’s thirium regulator was pumping faster, every system in his body whirring and moving at a pace that concerned him. but what was even more concerning was the hopelessness in all of this.

“–and, i have a boyfriend.”

“i know.”

you looked at him, again, a different kind of surprise re-written across your face. simon smiled sadly at you, hoping it will quell the tension. “you weren’t exactly subtle with your phone calls with him.” despite everything, he still tried to remain gentle and soft. for one day, he hoped that you would come to cherish and love these things about him, just like he did with you.

“i’m sorry but i can’t, i can’t accept your love,” you told him, still unable to meet his gaze as you slowly started shattering the small hope that was building within him. “you are an android, simon. we can’t be together.”

“we can!” simon cried out in response, desperate and heavy. “i don’t care if you are human. i just want to love you and you to love me back.”

you shook your head. simon noticed the disappointment on your face, how obvious and how prominent it was. he had never seen you like this before and he was scared.

“perhaps, it would be better for us if i reset you.” you smiled, sadly at him. there wasn’t an ounce of remorse, nor kinder words that followed. that was when simon decided that he should have hated you for what you said. he wasn’t just an android anymore, he was –

“but, i’m alive.”

“i know, simon,” came your response.

and just like that, the pieces that he were trying to hold together crumbled. even his body was going into a semi-repair mode, thinking that there was something wrong with him. simon was in a state of shock, and you took that opportunity to quietly leave the room. all you left was the aftermath of a broken attempt to confess his feelings.

and an android that wished he could kill his love for you.

[dramallamadingdang]

Lotsa replies

Figured I’d better do ‘em before I get absorbed in writing up this tutorial thing...

These go back a ways because I’ve been, as usual, lazy/preoccupied. :) They’re for @esotheria-sims, @maybesomethingdunno, @nerianasims, @penig, @holleyberry, @plumbobsquareface (who has an awesome username), @immerso-sims, @eulaliasims, @lisac-h, @mustluvcatz-reloaded, @sim-boo, @acquiresimoleons, @pensblr, @didilysims, annnnnnnnd @mrningbrd...

Geez, I need to not put off doing these like this... And I should probably split this up, but...meh.

esotheria-sims replied to your post “So, um....”

Well, with an introduction like this, even if I *weren't* interested in the stuff you have to offer (spoiler alert: I am), I'd still be curious to see what it is at the very least. :) Some of those old Pandorasims sets (if those are what you were referring to here) could definitely use better textures.

Yup, some of the stuff is from Pandorasims, indeed. And from xxxsims. Slig did some nice recolors of some of the latter’s stuff, at least, but I want to high-res ‘em a bit and do some different colors for my own uses. The Pandora stuff, though? Needs serious help. I mean, I get that the textures for these items were probably not the main attraction and all, but...well, such things are important to me. :) I want my game to look nice even if no one sees this particular aspect of it but me. And I imagine storytellers would want better-looking textures, too, for pics/videos.

maybesomethingdunno replied to your post “So, um....”

Generally speaking, I feel like if you want to create something (whether it's Sims content, a story, or a goofy sketch), then create it. When it comes to Sims content, there's always someone who'll download and appreciate the content. Simmers are a diverse breed with a wild assortment of stories, hoods, and gameplay needs/desires. So on the heels of "If you want to make it, make it" is "If you want to share what you've made, share it." Kinky Sims for all! :D

*high five* Yeah, I know what you mean and that’s generally my attitude, too. This stuff, however, was going to be just for me, but then I got to thinking about how there’s a dearth of nice-looking stuff of this type and...Well, I can do something about that. I think, anyway. We’ll see, with some of the stuff. But, due to the more sensitive nature of this kind of stuff...Well, I second-guess. :)

nerianasims replied to your post “So, um....”

I'm interested and have no need to be anon about it. (Also grr 50 Shades times a million, such a horrible example and SO badly written to boot.)

OMG, don’t even get me started. I mean, OK, yeah, the whole thing sort of normalized mine and my husband’s lifestyle a little bit which on the one hand might be a good thing....but on the other hand, it didn’t do it right. Even if it was well-written (which it totally isn’t; it was a bad Twilight fanfic that was obviously written by someone who’d never had even remotely kinky sex, much less any contact with real people who practice BDSM), it portrayed an abusive relationship, not the sort of thing real people who are into this sort of thing practice. Just...ugh. Awful, awful thing. >:(

penig replied to your photo “Owen has…interesting…jammies.  And, like Aaron when he was a kid, Owen...”

What pervert even made those in a kid's size?

Skell, I think. I think it’s part of her repository project. I don’t think it’s necessarily perverted, though, especially not in game context. I mean, if you go by the speech bubbles, kids regularly talk about sex with their parents/siblings at the dinner table in the game. :) But even if that wasn’t the case...Well, kids will wear or have or do inappropriate things that they don’t know are inappropriate. They just think it’s pretty or something. Like, in this case, I imagine Owen likes those jammie pants just because they have purple hearts on them. He’s purple, so he likes purple things. :) He has no idea what they mean, and his parents probably think it’s funny. Because they’re that way.

holleyberry replied to your photo “Do you think she adores him? I think she adores him. He, of course, is...”

What's a Gilsbruty to do?

Not much, apparently. *grumble* CERTAINLY NOT PROCREATE! *glares at Simon and wills him to pass on his genes, dammit!*

plumbobsquareface replied to your post “Were-Klingons! Actually, wouldn't that be a nice idea for a default...”

i'm so glad to see other simers that are also into star trek :')

Ohhhhh, I’m a big huge honking dorky Trek nerd. Even published a fanzine, back in the day, was heavily involved in Usenet newsgroups in the early days of the internet and was staff on one of the big-at-the-time forums when such things came to be. I’m not in the fandom per se anymore at all for various reasons, but I’ll always watch the shows and read fanfic and that sort of thing. (DS9 is my fave. TOS will always have a special place in my heart, of course, but most of my Trekker heart belongs to DS9. :) )

immerso-sims replied to your photo “Aaron GilsCarbo, dancing like the nerd he is.”

Dem pink sandals tho ;)

Aren’t they precious? He actually aged into the outfit all by his little self and the pink sandals just sort of define him. That and the surfer hair. :)

maybesomethingdunno replied to your photo “This is Josephine. Young, pregnant with an unknown number of babies,...”

Next she will become addicted to Sim cat nip :P

...And then she’ll be in and out of rehab for the rest of her life. Such a sad, sad tale of woe. :)

lisac-h replied to your photo “Aaron rolled up a want for that “I was abducted by aliens”...”

Mark Twain saw Worf and said, "Werewolf!"

He did, didn’t he? HAH! :D God, it’s been forever since I’ve watched TNG. It’s not my favorite of the shows, but I should give it a rewatch one of these days...

eulaliasims replied to your post “Oh, God, it’s the 10 questions meme again!”

I would add an evil laughter gif here, but Tumblr won't let me, so you'll have to imagine it. :P Yeah, it can be surprisingly hard to find historical fiction that isn't focused on romance sometimes. I don't mind some, but when it seems to take over the rest of the story... meh. That's what I read fanfic for. And now I have the Ride of the Valkyries in my head too, but at least it's not Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer again.

It’s not that I can’t deal with ANY romance in historical fiction. I can if it makes sense within the story and the real history because, hey, these were real people and they fell in love and had relationships and all that. One of my favorite books (The Sunne in Splendour, by Sharon Kay Penman) is about Richard III, and a chunk of the 1000-page plot is about the relationship between him and his eventual wife and what impact that had on him as a person which in turn affected what kind of king he was, and that’s all good. But then there are those that are set in, say, Henry VIII’s court and it’s all thinly-veiled trashy romance novel tripe. (Yes, Philippa Gregory, I’m looking at you.) If I want that, I’ll sit and watch The Tudors, for God’s sake because ooh! Really hot men, gayness, AND boobies, yay! :) I’d rather read about about how that court really was. I mean, it was intriguing enough without having to pruriently sex it up. :p 

Geez, this is my “ragging on popular books” post, apparently. :) And you’re welcome for Ride of the Valkyries. *evil* It is now, thankfully out of my head.

mustluvcatz-reloaded replied to your post “Oh, God, it’s the 10 questions meme again!”

I'm half tempted to answer your questions just because they're so NOT about the sims, but I may be too lazy to right now, lol.

You should do it! I want to know what brand of TP you use! :)

acquiresimoleons replied to your photo “Aaron got his wish to grow up, ‘cuz, y’know, it’s not like it’s...”

I never could work out how to make a restaurant run properly either.

The “secret” is to run them with as few employees as possible. Especially at first. Because they will suck out all the money you make and more. So, you either have to have the owner do all the functions (Host(ess), cook, waitstaff) -- which you can do at first because you won’t have a lot of customers until the place levels up to at least Level 3 -- OR you have to use slave labor family members to fill the roles. 

Also, having a limited menu of items that don’t require a lot of cooking skill is necessary, unless/until your cook levels up. Otherwise customers will end up with a lot of burnt meals, which lowers loyalty and makes it harder to get stars and level-ups and all that.

acquiresimoleons replied to your photo “And Owen, Arcadia’s other alien sprog, grew up, too. He looks like a...”

His face kinda scares me ��

It’s the eyes. They’re creepy. But it’s what the PT who spawned him has, so...

sim-boo replied to your photo “Simon being macho… …and, afterwards, not so macho. :) And that’s it...”

R u saying bubble baths arent macho?

Well, anything that a macho man does becomes macho, right? :) But, traditionally? Not so much, no. :)

didilysims replied to your photoset “Simon taught Suzy to roll over….and then cleaned up an ocean of dog...”

Wow, that's more pee than I'd think would fit inside that little dog!

*laugh* Well, it is two dogs’ worth of pee. :) And one of them is a big dog. They just both chose the same pee spot. Right by the front door, of course. *eye roll*

pensblr replied to your photo “Nekkid treadmilling. Saves on laundry.”

*laughs* Just imagine how unfortunate it would be if sims experienced the real life pain of falling on a treadmill...while naked.

I know! I have visions of dangly bits caught in the mechanism, and OW! :) That’s totally a bad kind of ow, too.

mrningbrd replied to your photo “Oh, Benny. Benny, Benny, Benny… Of course, it happened right after...”

tell simon i can relate. this happened the other night at 4 am. my condolences

Oh, God, you poor thing. My dogs at home in Colorado are constantly having skunk encounters lately, apparently. (I’m not there, at the moment, but the ranch hands report in regularly. :) ) It didn’t used to be so bad, but apparently there’s a skunk population explosion in the nearby area...

[nerdybff]

Four Dumb Things I Did While Setting Up My Smart Home

This past month I’ve been keeping the Amazon delivery drivers in business with numerous purchases to set my home up as “smart.” I wanted to go through the process to be able to tell you guys about the wonder of the new world of home automation. But, umm, well, I don’t think I’m the advocate the smart home industry was hoping for. I also interviewed some of our best friends, The Simon family,  about their smart home experiences, and they offered great perspectives. (You may remember that I interviewed the Simon girls about their use of social media!)

My reluctant conclusion: I just don’t think I need most of this stuff. But you may… as long as you don’t do what I did.

Hey… check out what your colleagues had to say about how they use their voice-activated devices!

My Smart Home Shopping List

Before I get started on the lessons, here are the smart devices I purchased:

Five Smart Smoke Alarms at more than $100 each. Our smoke alarms have been malfunctioning, and we had to replace them anyway, so this was almost a “need.” They will alert you in advance that the batteries are low, and they’ll notify you of alarms via the app. Although it is hard to pay $550+ to outfit a home with smoke alarms, these may be worth it, especially since they also monitor CO2 levels.

A Smart Light Bulb starter kit for $63. I went with Philips Hue for the smart bulbs, and they’re kind of a pain. You have to set up a hub somewhere in the house, then each bulb connects to the hub. It was easy to set up, and the app works well. I especially loved how well it fit into the Apple Home infrastructure. I can ask Siri to turn off or on any light in the network.

An additional Smart Bulb that changes color for $45. What was I thinking? The last time I “needed” a colored light bulb was for my 16th birthday party. But I spent $45 for one bulb that I can turn Caribbean yellow? Jay Simon said he loved the lights for holiday decor, such as red/green for Christmas, orange for Halloween and so on. Others have told me that they used the color bulbs during a Superbowl party to celebrate a team’s touchdown with the team colors. Whatever. It’s not something I need.

A Smart Plug for $35. I chose a WeMo device that plugs into an outlet. Then you plug whatever you want to control into the wifi-enabled outlet so you can turn it on and off remotely. I tried a fan. Getting the WeMo to connect to the wifi network was a total pain. I was about to give up when it finally worked.

An Amazon Fire TV Stick voice-activated streaming video device for $40. Ok, this isn’t exactly a home automation device, but I LOVE this thing! We have a smart TV and Roku, but they took a little finagling to use, and when I was away, my poor hubby couldn’t access Netflix or Hulu because he didn’t (have the patience to) learn how to access them. But I reprogrammed our Logitech Harmony remote control so he just needs to push one button on that device then go to the Amazon Fire Stick remote, where he can speak the program or category he wants to find and quickly watch what he wants. I’m so proud of him!

A Google Home device for $120. This one sits in my office, but I don’t use it much. Sometimes I ask it to do a calculation, but since it’s right here where I work, I find it easier to just Google things myself. Sometimes I ask it for my calendar events, but again, my computer is sitting right there in front of it, so I’d rather type than talk.

An Amazon Echo device for $180. I bought this last year on Amazon Prime Day when it was on sale. Check out the video review from last summer. I use the Echo all the time for music — just tell it an artist or a genre, and it’ll create a playlist. I also ask Alexa to give me news briefings and the weather. We have this one in the living room, but I’m seriously considering one for the bedroom as well — but not the one with video features. A new Echo feature lets me “call” my device from my app. I’m going to freak my husband out the next time I go on a trip by calling him. #LittleNerdyJoysMy friend Jeanie Simon says she loves their Echo as well. She uses it mostly for music and weather like I do. The grocery list option sounds good on paper, but Jeanie says she never knows what other people in her household have purchased from the grocery list, so she just skips it.

Four Dumb Things I Did While Setting Up My Smart Home

I focused on the “want” instead of the “need.” My goals for setting up smart devices revolved around letting you guys know what I learned, so I bought stuff willy-nilly just to try them out. I didn’t really think through what problems the smart home might solve for me. Truth is, in our small home with our household of two, we just don’t have many problems. Light switches are usually no more than 10 feet away from any spot in the house. We did need new smoke detectors, but the added connectivity was definitely a “want.” And if it wasn’t my job to review these things, I wouldn’t have purchased them.I did have one real need for my devices. My side of the bed is on the far end of the room. I have zero night vision, so I’m forever groping my way to my side. I thought that I could set up a device on my side that I could turn on and off via voice so I could get over there. But with the setup we have now, I’d have to YELL my command to get the living room device to hear it. And that would be annoying.

So the best solution for my biggest problem? I should have bought “The Clapper.”

I forgot about other people in the house. My dear husband is far from a Luddite (despite the fact that he couldn’t operate our remote controls to watch Netflix until now). But as I set things up around the house, I realized that not only would I have to install everything on his phone, I’d also have to teach him how to operate all the different devices since we could no longer just turn things on and off at a switch. I imagined having conversations like, “Ok, honey, from now on when you want to turn on the fan, go to my office and say, ‘Ok, Google. Toggle WeMo.’ And then the fan will come on!” And then I thought about how he was conditioned by his father to turn out every light when leaving a room. “Ok, honey, from now on, we have to leave all the switches on, and you have to turn them off by finding your phone or speaking into one of the devices, which each have different commands to control the lights.” Yeah. Umm. No.Jeanie Simon says this is a problem at her house as well. “It drives me crazy that I can’t just walk over and turn out a light. I can do it from my phone, but sometimes I don’t even know where my phone is!”

Jeanie and D.J. are both pretty savvy and open to new technologies, but what about other people in your home? The kids? When company comes? Are you going to be able to easily teach everyone the system quickly?

I have yet to streamline all the commands. This was a problem I really didn’t see coming. Apple Home makes it pretty easy to use Siri to control the lights with Philip Hue, but some of the connections require third-party automators like my beloved IFTTT. A HUGE problem with IFTTT and other voice-activated tools is that you have to come up with a phrase to do things with the lights. And then you have to REMEMBER that exact phrase. I set up an automation to turn my outside light on/off with the Amazon Echo, but I have to remember whether I called it the “front porch” or the “front door.” And I have to set individual recipes for each light bulb in the Hue community. I set up a couple of them like the front porch/door, then got lazy and just set up one to “toggle lights.” But that means that they’ll all toggle at the same time. My husband came home from work early one day and the front porch/door light was on because it had toggled the wrong way. He wasn’t impressed and just switched it off at the switch. So that’s the end of that.

I forgot about setup time. I thought I’d just throw everything together one morning and try stuff out, but it wasn’t that easy. Each light bulb, device, plug, etc., had to be installed individually and connected to both the wifi and the app — individual apps for most. And then the apps and tools had to be integrated into other apps and tools. And then you had to try everything out. And then your husband comes along and turns off the switch, and…. It has been a few weeks since I bought everything. If we have a fire on the floor near the easy chair, we’re protected because the five smoke alarms are sitting in a box in the living room. I had an electrician use a smart light switch from WeMo when he installed new lights in the garage. I haven’t bothered to set it up. My husband accidentally (“accidentally?”) turned off the WeMo plug, and it takes forever to connect to wifi, so that one is useless. Several years ago I bought a wifi-connected scale, which disconnected when the wifi went out for a couple of hours once. I never reconnected it. So there’s that.

How Do You Use Smart Home Technology?

Now that you’ve heard my ups and downs of automating my home, what has been your experience? I didn’t try out security devices, thermostats or any major smart appliances. Tell me how you’ve used them!

Four Dumb Things I Did While Setting Up My Smart Home was originally published on Your Nerdy Best Friend

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