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rotshop · 2 years
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for writing I have a fun idea. Give us jeb but with an employer s/o because I think it would b fucked up and funny considering how he is about the employers
considering i just revisted . employer reader content earlier 2day this is fitting .,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
[ no warnings needed?????? i think???? ]
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-You're something that's impossibly difficult to understand. You're entirely something else disguising itself as Nevadian. You're something people only see glimpses of the mock truth of in little slips here and there, just split seconds of something entirely otherworldly. There really aren't many words to describe it, other than the title of 'Employer.'
-Jeb is a man of science. He's done nothing but try and understand and learn throughout his entire career, collecting and applying knowledge in any way that may be effective. Anything that proves difficult to figure out becomes some little hobby he'll dig and pry into for any little scrap of information whereas others would drop it and move to something quicker.
-He's always had some complicated feelings on anything out there beyond Nevada. It's hard to hate something with no borders, even harder when you know you've utilized parts of it for your own power. (Admittedly, he was terrified when you'd first even glanced at his halo. Whether he was scared you'd make a case with this very point and he would have no retort or that you'd make a grab for it, he wasn't sure. He'd just hoped you didn't notice him readjusting his grip on the sword he'd held pointed at you.)
-You'd passively existed in Nevada for a long time, more of an Observer than anything else. You stayed out of sight and out of mind as much as possible, lingering in the corners of rooms, loitering around scaffolding of unfinished buildings, or hanging from dingy beams among the ceiling. There was no real purpose, no real method- you just liked seeing how people reasoned and behaved. You just liked seeing how these grunts spent their short lifespans in an apocalypse.
-Of course, not everyone is so interesting. There's plenty who exist reasonlessly, waiting till something stronger than themselves comes to take them out, aimless wanderers with constantly-shifting or plain nonexistent morals and goals. However, there's always a diamond somewhere in the rough. The so-called Savior had always been an interesting one to watch. Admittedly, he was impressive in the simple way of combative skills, but there was always something to be looked at in how he even bothered to try and fix things.
-Anyway, theatrics aside, he's not a fan of you on first meeting. Even if you tried to introduce yourself normally, he's immediately suspicious. All of his experience with and knowledge of employers has been negative, and the chances of this encounter being any different seem all too low in his eyes. Any step forwards you make is met with him taking two back. (He's glad you decide to keep up whatever friendly front you've come up with. He knows he can't lie and say he's entirely sure of how he could even try and land a hit on you. He's not sure of how he would really handle the encounter if you suddenly decided to just go for it other than playing defense till he can get away.)
-You're a little too persistent in your insistence you don't have any malicious intent, claiming that you're only curious about him. Eventually, he's worn down and agrees that you can follow him around, so long as you try and carry some weight and don't cause any problems. Just don't expect too much, he's keeping you at arm's length and then some. (Admittedly, he's nervous for the first while. It's a little nerve-wracking to have something so alien to him and everyone around him looming over his shoulder. He does his best to ignore it and focus on not dropping any of the files he's holding onto. He still does. You have to help him get all the papers back together from being spilled out onto the floor. It's a bit funny.)
-Over time, he does start talking to you more directly. At first it's simple questions, asking for why you're here, where you came from, if you even have a name. (You give answers, just ones he can't really understand. He stops looking too far into your origins with the 2nd question when you mention having seen the same story as Nevada, as him, before. He doesn't ask any further when you, presumably, give a tellingly apologetic smile at the question of the end of those stories.) It's all short lived conversations that only serve to establish some sort of basis with you. He'll answer some of the questions you have regarding him, all too wary of which ones he gives any real reply.
-Eventually, though, they start becoming more long-winded. He tells you more about himself, recounting some stories back from his days as a scientist and life before the red sky. He's still got some lingering anxieties about it, but they tend to dissolve at any genuine curiosity you display or laugh at something he tells you about. (He remembers fondly that you'd found some silly little story about Crackpot's shenanigans particularly amusing, snickering to yourself about it long after his retelling.)
-His habit of acquiring knowledge comes back prominently with you, ever-curious about your abilities and the sort of 'culture' among employers. It's almost cute seeing how interested he is in hearing about something that seemed to menial and mundane to you. (You might fabricate a few little things there, just because it's a little funny to see his reactions, but can anyone really blame you? It's just fun tosee him either whole-heartedly believe you or slowly realize you're laughing and most-definitely lying, scoffing with a roll of his eyes as you apologize tenfold. It's a little unfortunate you can't see the little endearing smile he has in your own fit of laughter.)
-He's not really too warm, unfortunately for you, but he makes some effort to find relatively comfortable shelter for the two of you. It's really just nice he's at all alright with you shifting close to him for any semblance of heat, even if he might laugh at your nearly betrayed look when he's making to get up before the 'sun's even risen. (He'll fold more often than not, staying with you a little while longer even if part of him can't help but feel like he's wasting some time. He excuses it saying he wouldn't be able to carry you around while you tried to collect yourself and that it would make him unproductive anyway. It's almost ironic when he ends up passing back out for longer than 'a while' right with you.)
-There's never any real title put to the relationship the two of you have but in a mix of the 'two oblivious motherfuckers' and 'its really just obvious and would be pointless to be flowery with a title' kind of ways. People see it in the synergy the two of you have, whether in combat or in conversation. You help him out whenever he seems overwhelmed by enemies and he (without really knowing why, considering you could easily survive yourself) does the same for you. You always bring up some comment he can't ignore and he always has some retort for you. It's almost sickening (but in like the married couple kind of way).
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anistarrose · 3 months
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I have this TAZ Balance modern AU in my head that I'll never write, but that's okay, because there's literally only two things that you need to know about it:
Kravitz and Barry both have graduate degrees
Barry and Kravitz are not using their graduate degrees even a little bit in their current career, which is running a really shitty, scam-adjacent ghost-busting business out of a garage together
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manicpixiefelix · 2 months
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Currently thinking about Felix Catton working a regular job just because.
Him working at Build-A-Bear 🧸🧸🧸
Felix in his gap year (shhh I know he doesn't really take one just pretend) asking his parents if he can get a casual job because he saw it on TV.
Felix who is so removed from middle-to-lower-class reality that he can romanticise the idea of a fresh-out-of-high-school teen having a job.
Felix whose parents reluctantly let him get a job at Build-A-Bear because his first choice was being a life guard, and they love him very much but don't want him liable for people's lives.
Felix who absolutely adores working at Build-A-Bear and is actually very good at it.
Felix who gets along with all of the kids who come in, and he makes all of the Building/Stuffing/Naming ceremonies for each of the kids, and can seem to tell if the kids would respond best to it being goofy, heartfelt, or if the kid might be trying to act a little bit too cool for it. Felix is naturally very good with kids I will die on this hill.
Felix who is completely oblivious to the sudden spike of teenage sisters bringing their younger siblings in.
Felix being completely oblivious to the little fanclub that he has, mostly of girls in their early teens who spend their weekends at the mall and will walk past the shop several times a day if he's in.
Felix radiating the absolute sweetest, goofiest big brother energy literally not even realising that half the girls who come into the store have a crush on him.
But also Felix who quietly gets very excited to dress the bears up to put them on display in the window.
Felix who made Venetia a bear and not only dressed it up, but gave her a few different little bear outfits. She rolled her eyes and reminded him she's twenty, but she still keeps the bear sitting on her bed every day, and sometimes he'll look in and she's changed it's little outfit.
Felix whose energy and love and joy is felt by everyone who comes into the shop because he lives to see the way each kid's faces light up when they finally get to hug their teddy at the end.
Felix working to bring kids joy and/or help them in some way is something I hold very close to my heart. I love this concept. I kind of want to draw it.
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bvnniixs · 3 months
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“wanna be yours..”
Work Manager x f!reader
( older man x younger!reader )
warnings! 18+, p in v in protected sex (reader on bc!), hair pulling, degrading terms, semi-public, , huge ish age gap? ,college reader(18) older manager(27), slight angst, inappropriate workplace relationship, oral sex (female receiving) , over stimulation:3, nipple sucking, smut with a plot kinda off ??, cheating implied, creampie, doggy and mating press, rough sex, ass slapping , pet names, daddy kink
A/N total not based off my irl work fantasy’s
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A 10 hour shift was honestly pretty hard when you’re running on four monster cans for energy and a four hour sleep schedule. Though she was pulling through. There she stood at the register, it wasn’t too busy since it was later at night. Two hours away from closing time, meaning she could finally fucking go home! Of course there were always costumers who lurked at night, causing her to have to continue working. At least she was getting paid. Tonight her manager who hired her worked that night, meaning he was more relaxed. Unlike her bigger boss manager who was always riding her dick twenty four fucking seven.
As she scanned a costumers items one by one, bagging them and securing glass items. She told them their price than asked for their payment type. “have a good night..” she muttered softly as she handed them their receipt. Her coworker Sapphire smiled as she approached the register, looking at her clearly exhausted coworker. “hey <name>, Alejandro wants you in this office. Something about your schedule..” she states softly, earning a sigh some the girl. “I swear to all above if his sassy ass is cutting me short i’m fighting him.” Sapphire giggled softly as she took over the register next to her, “he deserves an ass beating for making me work on my birthday last month..” She complained softly as she watched <name> walked around to the front of the registers. “yeah definitely kicking his ass now..” she stated as she walked away heading towards the managers office. Typing in the code to the door she grabbed the handle, turning it and entering. “Alejandro..you wanted to speak to me?” you called out. “yeah in here, close the door behind you.” his rough voice called back, causing her stomach to flutter. She wouldn’t lie if she said she wasn’t attracted to the man, every since she fucking applied here she’d been head over heels for him. As she entered the room she saw him, his tall figure slouched in his office chair, veiny covered hands typing on his keyboard, glasses at the pinch of his nose. His muscles were visible through his tight collared shirt. As she entered the room her hand reach for the door, closing it gently behind her.
“Sooo.. what did you want to talk about…like what’s wrong with my schedule..?” she asked off the bat, walking closer to the man as she took a seat in the extra chair in the office. The cold air now hitting her, causing goosebumps to appear on her arms. A shiver going down her spine, he noticed this. Pushing his glasses up, he turned his body in the chair. “You cold?” he questioned, she nodded softly. “yeah but i’ll be fine.” she replied, looking into his brown eyes. “alright, well. I called you in here because you’ve been requesting a lot of hours.” she was confused, why was that such a bad thing..after all he was the one who suggested she work more hours now that she was in college. “Ale..what do you mean?” she asked softly, her leg voice clearly being confused. “You’re over working yourself.” he replied, “and why is that any of your business? You suggested i work more so i am, making more money to pay for college.” she hissed. A sigh left the males throat as he rubbed her temples, “That doesn’t mean work every day and get zero sleep. I’m worried. Alright, i care about you.” Taking a deep breath in she closed her eyes in sync. Opening them as she muttered words, “you have a wife and kids..why do you care about me..shouldn’t you care for your wife..not for your employee who’s years younger than you..” That ticked him off, he clenched his fist as she too the time to think about it what to say. “it’s not like that..” “it’s not? because you flirt with me one day than ignore me the next or friend zone me..leaving me confused and hurt.. so what is it Alejandro.” she questioned, her glare hardening on him. “it’s..” he attempted to explain, thought the words could not find his tongue. “exactly.” she said as she stood up, “wait..” he said suddenly grabbing her wrist. She gasped softly as she was pulled towards him, he was still sitting as he pulled her in between his thighs. His hands snaking around her waist, holding her in place. His lips pressed against hers roughly, (yes he is still sitting, he’s tall alright) causing a moan to escape her throat. The kiss took her by surprise but she kissed him back, her arms wrapping themselves around his shoulders.
His hands moved down to her ass, cupping the flesh tightly as his tongue pushed into her mouth, exploring her. Moans and whimpers escaped her throat as he roughly made out with her, fondling her body. He pulled away eventually to catch his breath, panting as his forehead pressed against hers. “i thought it wasn’t like that..” she whispered softly, panting softly as she stared into his eyes. “i lied..” he muttered as he held her, “what about your wife..?” “fuck it..” he said gently, huffing his chest. Capturing her lips for a second time he pulled her to sit on his lap, her chest pressed against his. He slide his hands into her pants, gripped her flesh, causing a yelp to leaving her throat again. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, capturing every inch of her mouth. Her hands gripped onto his shoulders as his lips melted into hers. “fuck…” he hummed, his hands tugging down her pants. “s’take..these off..” he ordered assisting her in removing her pants. The soft fabric was laced between his fingers, running them across the wet slit through the cloth. “so wet for me..fuck.” he groaned as her moans vibrated against his lips. He lowered himself from the chair, his hands slowly sliding down her hips to her thighs. With one tug, her panties were removed. Seeing her wet cunt he licked his lips with hunger, soon leaning forward and taking a single lick of her folds. Causing her to shudder from excitement arousal. “please..need you..” she pleaded softly, her hands roaming through his hair. “wait baby..” he cooed softly, taking another lick of her cunt. Savouring her taste,her eyes rolled back as she rose up on her tip toes. Cries of pleasure echoed the office, her grip on his hair tightening as he slipped a finger in from behind. Thrusting into her cunt repeatedly, lewd noises getting louder and louder. “please…mmm..fuck..! please need you…” she cried, begging for him. He hummed with satisfaction as his thumb found her throbbing clit. Rubbing it with care and fast movements. A knot formed in her stomach, causing her to see stars. “Ale..gunna…cum..fuck..” she hummed out, earning a pleased breath from him. “s’cum for me baby..”
Without hesitation she met her climax, the knot in her stomach blooming. Causing her body to shoot full of pleasure, her eyes going hazy as she let a loud cry out which led to him covering her mouth with his hand to muffle he sounds. “that’s s’good girl” he cooed, removing his fingers from her cunt. Thought since they were sucking him in so tightly it was a slight struggle to remove his fingers. Her legs felt like jelly as she collapsed into him, he caught her of course. Smiling as he held her in his arms, “i got you baby.” He picked her up, carrying her over to the desk. He bent her over, kissing the back of her neck softly as he whispered sweet words into her ear. Allowing her to come down from her high. His hands rubbed against her ass, giving a gentle smack to her left cheek. Earning a yelp from the younger female. The sound of a belt unbuckling and pants falling tot he ground was heard by her, causing her to look back. In awe she stared at his length, the girth as well. He was more thick than he was long but still, he definitely would hit all the right spots. Biting nervously down on her bottom lip she watched as he gripped his length. She whimpered as he rubbed her folds, her slick cunt being a lubricant for him. The head of his cock was covered in her cum, allowing him to slowly slide himself into her cunt. The feeling of his head stretching into her caused her to throw her head back, gasping out. He pushed further into her sopping wet core, his cock stretching her out whole. It felt like he was splitting her open. As his girth fully entered her warmth, he let a grunt out as her walls sucked him deeper inside her. It was long before he started moving. Thrusting powerfully into her, smacking her ass here and than leaving red hand marks. His hands grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging her head back as he plowed her from behind. Railing her insides hard and deep making her cry out in pleasure, lewd wet noises filling the room. The smell of Sex filled the office, soft moans and the clapping of skin following shortly behind. “shhhh baby..gotta be a good girl and stay silent for daddy okay? don’t want anyone hearing you now do we?” he cooed, his deep voice filling her ears. She moaned softly as his balls hit her clit over and over, slapping it relentlessly. Her pussy was sucking him in deeper and deeper as she felt her second orgasm build up. “gunna..mmfuck…cum..” he groaned, his thrusts beginning to become for unstable and desperate. His head hitting her cervix over and over, causing her toes to curl. “fuck hell.. this slutty pussy is taking me so fucking well..” he added, his hands moving to grip her hips firmly as she pounded into her. “fffuckk.. you like that you dirty girl..” nodding her head rapidly in response, tears rolled down her cheeks as he hit her spot over and over. “fuck baby, daddy’s gonna cum in this pussy..” he announced, she felt herself growing closer to finishing. Her eyes shutting as he plowed her, though he stopped. When he pulled out it caused her to let a soft whimper out, “Alejandro..” she muttered “please…need you..” she cried. “sshhh baby, i’ll take care of you.” he reassured, turning her weak body over where he moved her to the chair. Folding her body in a mating press, sliding her uniform shirt up to reveal her pastel pink bra. He cupped her breasts, almost tearing her bra off. Leaning his head down he placed his mouth over her left nipple, using his free hand to grip his length again. Rubbing himself on her slick folds.
When he felt like it he thrusted in, earning a gasp from her. Once in his hand now moved to her right breast, fondling it as his lips captures her left nipple. His thrusts are animalistic as he plows deeper than ever into her. This position allowed him to hit spots he couldn’t before, causing her to be louder. He moved his to grab her underwear from the ground and shove it into her mouth to silence her. “s’fuck..” his hand was placed right back on her breast where he fondled it roughly. Licking her bud caused her to be more over stimulated than she ever way before. His cock pounding into her core over and over drawing out a long painful but pleasant orgasm. A muffled moaned escaped her throat as she came around his cock, her walls gripping him for dear life. “fuck..gonna cum in this pussy..fuck..” he moaned as he rutted into her. “cumf..inm..mme..” she managed to say through the panties in her mouth. “Fuck you want my babies? wanna be a mommy to my kids?” “yesss..” a sadistic growl from deep inside exited his throat. His thrusts grew stronger and faster as his cock filled her up. “fuck gunna cum baby…fuck squeezing me so tight..” it wasn’t long before he came deep into her womb. Hot strings of white cum shot deep within her, forcing a moan from her. Her nails dug into his back as he thrusted a few final times before officially stopping. The so panted, exhausted now as they closed their eyes. Foreheads pressed against each other. She didn’t know what to say so she remained silent, until he broke the silence. “fuck..that’s was s’mazing baby..” he said, sounding drunk off her pussy. Slowly he pulled out off her, watching as his cum spilled out of her throbbing hole. “Alejandro…” she whispered softly, keeping her hands around his neck. “yes love?” he responded, opening his eyes to see her closed ones. “i love you..” she admitted, opening her eyes as she looked back into his. He didn’t know what to say at first but eventually he kissed her lips, a small peck and returned the feelings. “i love you too.” She smiled as she kept her forehead against his. “so what now?” she asked softly, he thought for a second. “what do you mean?” “i mean, what are we?” she answered, maintaining eye contact with him. “What would you like to be..” he questioned, earning a soft smile from her. “i wanna be yours..” “well you are mines..now let’s get you cleaned up..our shift ends soon.” She smiled softly as she agreed, allowing him to help her sit her the two got cleaned up and fixed themselves before returning to the floor. The ride home with him now would be quite interesting now. (he drives reader home, aka campus)
End A/N i hope yall enjoyed that, i’ll be writing more for sure bc im bored !! 😲
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paper-lilypie · 2 years
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[management voice] oh nooooo not a lawsuit ahahaha
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tomssexdoll · 8 days
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request.
smut 2011 bill and female reader.
bill comes home after a long day of work and yn wants to make him feel better so he surprises him with his favorite cake and she's also wearing his favorite set (something gothic like its style)
yn teases him with the cake as well
surprise
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PAIRINGS: Bill 2011 x Female reader CONTENT: SMUT SYPNOSIS: Bill is tired and stressed out from a LONG day of work, Y/N feels bad and wants to make him feel better, knowing he was coming home late you made his favourite cake and wore his favourite lingiere set that you own. A/N: i want cake WARNINGS: teasing, dom!bill, sub!reader, p in v (riding), sucking d, tit playing
Bill finally came home from a long day of work, it was 10pm and I had prepared for his arrival, baking him his favourite cake so he could have something that would cheer him up when he finished his shift.
He came in the door, slouched over and groaning, slamming the keys onto the counter. His face softened as soon as he saw me, engulfing me in a hug, my face mushed against his chest. "Missed you so much baby..the guys are so frustrating, we had to work on a guitar solo for 4 fucking hours cause Tom couldn't get it right" he sighed, letting go and kissing me softly.
"Come here honey, I made your favourite" I smiled, grabbing his hand and guiding him into the kitchen, showing him a slice of his favourite cake, chocolate fudge cake with oreos on top. His eyes lit up at the sight of it, his mouth hanging low. "Oh thank you baby..you're such a good girl" he smiled softly, kissing my neck. I cut a huge slice for him and made him sit down on the couch.
"Stay there baby, I'll be back" I set the cake down, running to the bedroom and putting his favourite set of lingiere that I own, it was very gothic, full of black lace and little dark red flowers.
I came out and watched as his eyes widened, "fuck baby..." he mumbled, covering his mouth, trying to keep his composure. I smirked as a tent built in his pants.
I walked over to the couch and sat on his lap, grabbing the cake and slowly feeding it to him, "is it good baby..?" I whispered, nipping at his neck, he nodded and groaned as I grinded softly on his lap.
I "accidently" swiped some of the frosting onto his lip, "oops! Better clean that up" I smiled innocently, my tongue dragging across his lips, kissing them sweetly.
"Mmm, chocolate" I smirked, his hands flew to my ass and gripped it tightly. "Stop being a tease.." he growled, smacking the flesh.
I smirked and unbuckled his belt, his hips bucking up to help me take his pants off. I slid them off and sat back down on his lap, his cock straining against his boxers, begging to be freed.
I bit my lip and took his cock out, pumping it a few times before getting off the couch and onto my knees. Bill spread his legs slightly, letting me get in between them.
I held his cock with one hand and slightly wrapped my lips around his tip, lowering down onto his cock, "fuckk..yes baby wrap those pretty lips around my cock" he groaned, one hand tangling in my hair softly.
He guided me onto his cock, fitting the full thing inside my mouth. I gagged slightly as his tip hit the back of my throat, tears pricking at my eyes.
I bobbed my head up and down, slobbering all over his erect cock. He groaned and bucked his hips up again, slowly thrusting himself in my mouth, matching my thrusts. "Fuck...so good for me" he praised, caressing my hair softly.
I smiled, picking up my pace and sucking his length faster, ocassionaly swirling my tongue over his sensitive tip, gaining a satifying reaction out of him.
I felt his legs tense up a bit, signalling his impending orgasm. "Make me cum.." he groaned lowly, his head threw back onto the top part of the couch, his other hand reaching out to grip something.
Eventually his other hang grabbed onto my hair, he started to slam his hips into my mouth, throat fucking me cruely. His tip rammed into the back of my throat, saliva building around my mouth as I gagged on his cock.
"Yess!" he whined, shooting his cum deep into my throat, panting heavily. I swallowed his cum, standing up slowly, my legs slightly shaky from being on my knees for quite a while.
"Cmere baby" he smiled, pulled me onto his lap and taping the straps of the lingiere off, revealing my breasts. He grunted and shoved his head into my chest, licking and sucking on my nipples harshly.
I moaned at the sensation, pleasure waves coursing throughout my body as his suction got rougher. I moved the panty part of the lingiere to the side, revealing my pussy. I grinded on his cock to notify him and his eyes shot open, grinning widely and positioning himself at my entrance.
He slowly pushed in, groaning at my tightness, bottoming himself out. I got into a comfortable position, preparing to ride him when he started to softly thrust into me, I put my hand on his chest to stop him, "baby, let me take care of you" I smiled, lifting my hips up and slamming them down.
I moaned as his tip teasingly brushed against my g spot, making me motivated to go faster, I swayed my hips, getting into a pleasurable rhythm.
His hands flew to my ass, grabbing it tightly and smacking it, I gasped at the sudden spank, turning to him. He chuckled "sorry baby you get me so excited" diving his head back into my tits and sucking on my nipples again.
The way his tip brushed past my sweet spot and the sensation of his mouth on my nipples made me crazy, I knew my orgasm was fastly approaching so I sped up, hips slamming into his at an ungodly pace, sweat lining on my forehead, my eyebrows furrowed.
"Gonna cum!" I whined, my hands creeping down and holding onto his waist, the sound of skin slapping filling the house, our moans in sync.
He grabbed my hips, digging his nails into them as we came at the same time, my pussy cumming all over his cock and his load being squirted deep into my hole, coating my walls completely.
"Oh fuck..you're so good" he panted, holding me close to him. I fell forward and tried to catch my breath with him, both of our bodies covered in swear.
After we had calmed down he pulled me off his lap, picking me up in his arms and carrying me to the shower, "cmon baby, we'll wash up and eat that cake you made me" he smirked, kissing my neck gently and turning the water on.
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ballad-of-birdy-lamb · 4 months
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Fanfics with real people x reader will always give me the ick
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I’d ask for more stuff for the reader with the employers (other than Audi) but rrrrrfgg. So little content of them
I feel you Anon, but that's cuz there's jack shit info on them. This got longer than intended and tumblr wont let me save anymore to this post, so I'll make another post with Conductor and Deliberator! :]
Stygian x reader
CW: Talks of death/decay
STYGIAN
Arguably the oldest of the four widely known employers, for as long as life has existed, so too has death. Black wisps of smoke curled around his skeletal form, flowing down without pattern or consistency. His few visible features deep set in his face, from his dull pink eyes, to his cheekbones protruding prominently.
His paper thin skin seemed to barely sit on the pink toned bones, looking as if any movement would tear it away, it was something you'd wondered about often when thinking of him.
"Worm." His voice was hollow, a soulless husky rasp with a hint of airiness to it. That was how he referred to everyone he deemed below him, which was everything but his kin.
Being called upon to aid in his work was exciting, yet a heavy burden. Plenty of dead souls passed this realm, and you were part of an exclusive team of judges, dictating where each S-3LF should go. To be reborn, to be banished to purgatory, sentenced to hell, or perhaps the worst fate you'd come to learn of, to be torn asunder into nothing, scattered across the cosmic void.
Sure, purgatory and hell weren't pleasant places, but arguably seemed kinder fates that simply becoming completely undone, as though one had never existed at all...
He snapped his fingers, and you were alone in his office. "Sit." His voice was cold and commanding, yet it always had that tone. Reading him was difficult, always a frigid reception, emotionless to the fullest extent. You obeyed without a word, the chair uncomfortable and worn, unlike the one behind his desk, which was new, plush, and looked a whole lot more comfortable.
His gaunt figure passed by, and a hint of ash mixed with embalming fluids flooded your nose, still incredibly potent despite how often the smell filled your office space.
Narrow hip bones lay neath the skirt of his black floor length toga, a belt of tiny animal skulls rested around his waist. "You are being far too kind to these pathetic bugs. You have yet to submit souls to be cast into The Nothing. Weakness like this shall not be taken lightly."
"I'm sorry, sir." His eyes narrowed.
"These are unworthy beings deserving of erasure, if you can't comply, you'll find yourself joining them into obscurity."
"I'll do better, sir. I vow it."
"As is expected. You are meant to make my job easier. Remember, you are replaceable."
"Understood, sir."
You were suddenly back in your office, leaving Stygian alone in his. He sat at his desk, gritting his teeth. Yes, this little worm was weak, below him, so why couldn't he get you off his mind?
Too kind for their own good, even when he insulted them, berated and tore them apart, they were ever-so polite and always replied formally. His smoke curled around his head, growing thicker as his annoyance grew, filling the room with a black and pink haze.
He was the beast of death, reeling in souls and fixing the afterlife for all, and love and romance weren't really his deal. He was utterly blind to this, doubly so because it was mere mortal that caught his fancy.
He snapped his fingers, and at once a younger fellow Employer appeared in the chair ahead of him. "You really need to stop doing that. I was busy." Dreamer sighed and looked at Stygian. "Why did you call on me, brother?"
Stygian sighed, like a wind blowing through bones. "A mortal being plagues my mind. You deal with these things regularly, what do you propose is wrong with me?"
Dreamer twirled her star earring. "Depends, what thoughts are you thinking?"
"They infest my mind like maggots, writhing in my skin and burrowing deeper. Their face haunts my mind, a ghost trapped in my skull. Tell me Dreamer, tell me, what is wrong?"
Summoning a tea cup, Dreamer sipped thoughtfully. "You're in love."
"What?"
She giggled and rolled her eyes. "This mortal, whoever they are, you're in love with them. Indulge in it, or don't. Do what thou will, tis what thy's best at. But if you do intent to pursue them, do change out of your deathly rags, okay Steeg?" She clapped her hands, and was gone.
In love? HIM? Bullshit, Dreamer was in her own world again. No. He wasn't in love. He needed to kill you, to break you from his mind entirely, to make you cease to exist, to-
A stack of documents landed in his tray, and he groaned, taking the top one off. His eyes instantly went to the bottom, your signature freshly inked. "Perhaps the purple one has a point." He slumped in his chair slightly, casting the paper aside. Auditor could file them himself, he enjoyed that stuff anyway.
Stygian got up, melting into the floor, appearing back in his private quarters. Heading to his wardrobe, he cracked it open, seeing nothing more than old suits, funeral attire, and worn out reaper robes. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, of course his clothing was useless, he rarely took care of his physical form.
He's living death for Maker's sake, why is he fussing about this?!
"Your thoughts are disrupting my flow." Connie was sitting in a chair in Stygian's bedroom.
"Tis a shame we cannot all have coherent thoughts, Conductor." Stygian scowled angrily. "Precisely what are you intending to achieve here?"
Conductor let out a melodic chuckle, his voice smooth like a fine tuned instrument. "You're not yourself. You're... Bothered. And I don't mean your usual gloom filled irritated self." He rested his head on a fist. "And since when do you change your attire but once a century?"
Stygian gritted his sharp teeth. "Well. Fine. Dreamer may have placed..... Strange thoughts in my mind, about... 'Love.' With some mortal of all things." He threw an old suit on the floor. "And that my clothes are RAGS!"
Connie straightened his tie. "She.. Has a point on that second thing." He pulled his baton, twirling it around in his hands, a blue light shooting out and wrapping itself around Stygian, and instantly tall, dark, and depressing was in a new, freshly pressed three piece suit with a pink tie to match his eyes. "Much better."
Stygian tapped his tie, and a skull lapel pin appeared on it.
Again Conductor swirled his baton, and a fat bouquet of white lilies mixed with blood red roses appeared in Stygian's arms. "Mortals are finicky, they enjoy things like that. Now go and demand they accept your offer."
You were seated at your desk still, condemning another old soul to the void. This one had lived so many lives, so many wicked lived. Dissolving them would be a blessing to the world... That was rather cruel, unlike your usual thoughts. Strange...
"Ahem." You spun in your chair, seeing Stygian in a full suit, his misty 'hair' flowing down, streaks of pink inside inky black. "You will attend a restaurant with me tonight. We need to discuss what happened earlier in greater depth."
Stygian wasn't asking, he was commanding. "Y-yes sir." You found yourself questioning his motives, he never spent time with anyone besides his brothers and sister.
His eyes narrowed, reading you back. "Here." He grunted, thrusting his arm out, shoving the bouquet into your face. "I've been informed that your kind... enjoys such gestures."
"What.. is this?" You looked up from your roses and lilies, and spotted soft pink flushing his cheeks, his eyes averted. "Sir?"
"Just get ready." Stygian snapped his fingers, a body hugging lacy black dress, with rhinestones and intricate little patterns embroidered on, and a classy all black suit, equally bejewelled with lace gloves both appeared on your desk. "Hopefully either of those should be to your liking."
You picked out one of the garments and rushed off to the staff toilets, heart racing and hands shaking. This wasn't happening, right? In a second, Stygian's hand would slam on your desk, and he'd bark at you to wake up. Surely he hadn't picked up on your slight attraction to him, right?
It was cringe-worthy, the living embodiment of death making your stomach butterflies flutter wildly. His cold demeanour, his harsh attitude, the puppy-love feeling of him softening these traits for you, it was all a fantasy, right?
Dressing up, you stepped out, and nearly collided with Stygian, who was lingering outside. "You... look nice." He grumbled, covering his mouth. "I figured you could perhaps enhance your appearance further with this."
He held out a box, opening it to show off a beautiful necklace with pink gemstones encrusted in rose gold metal. "A-are you sure about this sir? This doesn't seem like you."
Stygian looked at you finally, smoke swirling around his skull, twirling around your face as he stepped closer. "Don't think I haven't picked up on your signals, mortal. I can hear the way your heart races when you're close to me, I feel the lingering stares that could almost imprint in my form. I've ignored it and pushed it down for as long as I could, mistaking my own affections for resentment.
You wish to entangle yourself with death? Then prove to me you're worthy of it." Your hands grasped his cheeks, passing through his misty form and grabbing a hold of the black bone beneath, pulling it towards your face, feeling his teeth against your lips.
His flames were cool, but his bones were warm, pleasantly heating your hands as you held him, one of his skeletal hands covered yours, the other pulling you closer by your hips.
A lightheaded feeling washed over you, you started to collapse in his arms, but he was quick to support you. As he pulled back, you noticed a white mist flowing from between his teeth.
"Quite literally stealing your breath away." Resting in his arms a moment, his hand rubbed your back to comfort you, the other cradling your head against his chest. "To be in love with a mortal... To my kin it's unheard of. But you're different. You always have been. You vex me, but I crave it."
He slipped the necklace around your neck, and you looked up from the comfort of his skeletal form to his pink eyes. "Does this mean you're not firing me at dinner tonight?" You joked and he closed his eyes and sighed.
"Of course not. How dare you expect me to let such a good thing go."
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pascaloverx · 3 months
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FELLINGS — EXO K.J
CHAPTER ONE
Summary: You and Jongin live wanting what you two can't have. For example, he wants to win over your best friend and you want him.
Warnings: This fanfic will describe some hot romantic moments and use of inappropriate language. In the future there may be both smut and moderate use of violence. Readers are warned. This fanfic will feature some members of EXO as characters but they are not part of a Kpop group in this scenario.
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The damn dress I bought just won't close. The zipper got stuck halfway and you don't know how to force it without tearing your dress. You spent a good part of your afternoon doing bridesmaid things. Your apartment doorbell rings, alerting you that you are terribly late.
"I'm coming." You speak loud enough for whoever is at the door to stop ringing the doorbell. With your dress still open in the back, you open the door, coming face to face with your boss. Kim Jongin rarely is late.
"With all due respect, don't you think it's a little aggressive to try to steal the bride's spotlight?" He says as he enters your apartment, you smile embarrassed. He has no idea how what he says affects you, which is good.
"Actually, the bride chose this dress without me. Now I'm trying to get into this shit but I can't. Do you mind helping me?" You say, turning your back, waiting for Kim Jongin to help you. He doesn't respond at all. But you feel his hand go down your back, making its way to the zipper. Finally he closes the dress for you and when you think it's done, you feel him approach your neck as if he's going to kiss you there. But actually he just smelled you.
"Your scent must be the most delicious scent I've ever smelled." He says as you turn to face him. You don't know what to say, so you ignore him and go to the bathroom to finish your makeup. He follows you there and out of the corner of your eye, you watch him.
"Are you going to behave?" You ask and almost immediately he smiles mischievously.
"If I don't behave, will you punish me?" Jongin speaks in a rude tone and you turn to look him in the eyes.
"If you don't behave, sir...I'll resign and you'll be left to fend for yourself." You say, looking seriously at him, who even seems to like your answer.
"I prefer a good old punishment. But I'll try my best today. I mean, I'm going to behave so I don't have to lose you." He says, approaching you and extending his hand for you to get up from the chair in front of the dresser.
"Do you think I'm well dressed? I feel like this dress wasn't made for me." Luna has always had a unique style and let's say fashionista when it comes to clothes, as for you...you usually wear what makes you comfortable. And that dress doesn't make you very comfortable.
"I told you. You're stealing all the attention. At least stealing all of mine attention." And he says this with zero intention of being with you. It's impressive.
"Let's go. Luna will kill us if we get there after her." You say, taking your bag and heading towards the door. Jongin comes right behind you and the two of you quickly go to the dinner location of the engagement dinner. Everything about the place was stunning. Sehun, Luna's fiance was next to her taking photos.
You're not sure what to do, it seems like all eyes in the beautiful banquet hall for the engagement dinner are on you. Everyone is watching as you and Kim Jongin enter, almost as if you were expected. Amid smiles and sideways glances, you both walk in. Suddenly, Jongin grabs your waist, leaving you confused. Until you notice the exchange of glances between Luna and Jongin, realizing that he's using you to make her jealous. Jerk.
"You know, I've always suspected there was something going on between you and Luna. But using me to make her jealous is low, even for you." You whisper in Kim Jongin's ear. From afar, no one would suspect that you're cursing him out. They might even think you're whispering something naughty in his ear.
"Y/N…" He starts to speak but is interrupted by the newlyweds who came to greet us. You had to compose yourself because you didn't want Sehun or Luna to notice that you're angry with Jongin, even though Luna is part of all this.
"I was starting to think the maid of honor wouldn't show up for the party, huh, Y/N? You know Luna can't live without you." Sehun says as he approaches to hug you and Jongin. You notice a strange exchange of glances between the groom and your boss, but you brush it off.
"In her defense, the maid of honor had to look beautiful for her best friend's special day." Kim Jongin says as he greets the bride and groom. The weirdest part is that Sehun seems tense because of your boss.
"You've got a lot of nerve showing up here after telling my fiancée you loved her in that damn call." Sehun says, almost lunging at Kim Jongin. You feel the need to find an excuse to lighten the mood of the party before things escalate into a fight.
"Listen here, buddy…" Kim Jongin begins, but you interrupt him, shifting the spotlight of this conversation onto yourself.
"What Kai means is that he mixed up his messages. He was drunk, dialed the wrong number, and ended up mistakenly declaring his feelings to Luna." You say. Perhaps this is the worst excuse you've ever given in your life.
"And how do you know that?" Luna asks, sounding genuinely surprised that you've come up with such a almost convincing excuse for Jongin's declaration.
"Her and I are engaged. We just didn't want to steal your moment." Kim Jongin says, catching everyone off guard, including you. And then he kisses your cheek, and you smile.
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SO. We had the player kiss the main 4... but perhaps the player sharing some kissies with the employers? If you are up for that? Like, how would they react to the player kissing them? Or how would they attempt to kiss the player? 🤔 Given how the Auditor is, I would guess and say he is the more... forceful one.
This is a good idea Anon, it's been a while since we've had any content centered around the Employers. I've had some requests for sequels to that surprise cuddles and kisses set I've done, so I've added some of that here as well to make it the first of those. I hope you like these though. :) <3
(Note: Just consider this an alternate timeline where the Employers actually listened to you like they should've lol.)
[Part 2] The Player Surprises Them with Cuddles/Kisses ft. The Employers
(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, Mentions of Shocking (with electricity) but no harm comes to the Player. A bit suggestive in the Auditor's part but not that badly.)
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- [STYGIAN] -
From the moment you’d decided to get close to Stygian, you knew you’d have to approach it differently than with the other Employers. The mere idea of giving affection to them was an oddity, as they typically acted as though they didn’t want or need you to touch them, yet they showed obvious hostility whenever anyone else did.
Should the Deliberator try to place a hand on you, or the Auditor wrap you up in another embrace, Stygian’s always the first to protest. “You shouldn’t be laying a finger on them,” they’d say, “It’s blasphemous that you’d think to do so first. Remember your place, worm."
Perhaps it’s because they’re naturally very private, or maybe they just want to appear “above” such baser behaviors (even if they're filled with spite and jealousy when the others engage in them). They were an Employer; temptations of such kind should be foreign to them. However, for the first time in Stygian’s existence, they felt that want. No, the need. For someone else’s attention and touch, and someone who’s above them at that.
It was shameful, and an unnecessary overstepping of the boundaries that come with such hierarchies. Stygian has been around a long time and was far wiser than their younger, more impulsive colleague. They deeply respect you, even if their understanding of humans (or simply “normal” people, including grunts) is stunted by their absolute unwillingness to interact with most people or indulge in their foolishness. But that’s the problem; you make them foolish.
Holding hands is the most they’re willing to do with you behind closed doors, but you weren’t ignorant to the way they seemed to want more than that. And you’d give it to them. After all, despite how weird Stygian acted, they were one of the Employers you felt most comfortable around. (Even if you had to sternly lecture them about the indirect way they spoke to you sometimes. Questions were always an issue with the Employers, which got extremely tiring very fast.)
Truthfully, you found surprising Stygian with affection to be fun. The way they freeze when you wrap your arms around their torso as best you can is very amusing, but even better is how you can feel the smoke on their body heat up drastically, as though it’s steam rising from them instead of that fog that makes up their form.
The Employer doesn’t exactly need to breathe, but you swear you can hear a slight choking noise when you press into them. They only move to look down once their larger, wispy hands reach down to cover your own as if they’re checking to make sure they aren’t imagining that you’re actually embracing them.
After doing their own form of confirmation, they’ll slowly turn towards you, carefully leaning down to get closer to your height as their arms come up, but pausing just before they wrap around you in turn. They weren’t sure what they were waiting for; you were already embracing them, but their own hesitancy prevented them from returning it, their usual principles forcing them into an unsure position as they battled over which side of themselves they should listen to. The one that yearned for your touch and affection, the very same that made their form heat and their gaze soften as they looked at you, or the stricter side that tried to show how worthy they were of your favor through restraint and keeping that thin boundary between you, one of Player and subject. (They refused to be like the Auditor, who just seemed to take what he wanted.)
Yet when you look up at them and give them a bright grin, your colorful eyes filled with an almost shocking level of affection, they feel their body relax despite themselves, and they hold you closer. Their grip is soft at first, yet it tightens over time as they pull you into their smoky form, their paws encompassing your waist and shoulders as they give in to their inhibitions for once and revel in this gift you’ve given them.
Stygian’s never felt warmth like yours before; the cozy heat that blooms from where your torso presses against them makes them feel hot, but it isn’t uncomfortable. No, instead it feels almost addictive, like they’ve been hit with the sudden realization of just how cold they’ve been without you there. The smoke that makes up their form seems to rise around you, clouding the points where you touch as they lean further into you with a low hum. They’re nearly kneeling on the floor just to be close to you, daring to nuzzle into your temple as they make a noise of contentment. They're truly happy, for once.
Kissing Stygian is another matter. Despite being very standoffish and cold, they’d do whatever you asked, and you used this to get them to lean down towards you. They typically expected that you’d tell them something, or perhaps bless them with another one of those hugs you liked to give out. However, when you place your hands on their face instead and gently pull them down further so you can kiss them, their reaction depends on where it is.
If you do it on their cheek, they’ll pause before nuzzling slightly into yours. They don’t kiss you back, but the way the smoke on their form flares up for a second reveals just how flustered you’ve made them. As does the small, polite “thank you” they murmur, almost as if they’re dazed at what just happened.
A kiss on the lips, however, will cause them to freeze yet again, the magenta slits that form their eyes widening before they take in exactly what you're doing. They move tentatively against you, but when you respond with a content sigh they're only emboldened, movements becoming more frantic as their impulses threaten to consume them. They shift to press into you and your senses are overcome with their smoke and the lingering scent of night air.
You pull away and they push closer, almost chasing your lips before they stop abruptly, as if trying to reign themselves in again. Their form seems more unstable than before, but they don't care. As long as they can keep touching you, it doesn't matter how put together they look.
This is also similar to the manner in which Stygian usually kisses you. They'll lean down to face you when you're with them, stopping when they're close enough for you to see how the dark fog cascades from their form in small plumes. A single clawed hand carefully raises your chin, and they murmur a small apology against your lips as they lean in. (“Forgive me if this is improper," they said. As if you were going to be mad at them for this.) Softness quickly gives way to desperation, and they nearly shudder when they feel the tip of your tongue trace the seam of their "lips."
As you pull back from each other, you notice how lax they seem to be afterwards, the bright color of their eyes smoothing from their narrowed shape. They're relaxed, even if their grip on you is anything but.
Stygian feels fulfilled, for once. Like this is something that they’ve always wanted and longed for, even before they knew of your existence. But even so, it isn’t enough, not nearly. They wonder if this is what love is, to only feel complete when they’re with you. It must be; Stygian has never felt genuine adoration for anyone like this before, but they knew that it was the only explanation. Giving in could truly be rewarding, it seems.
- [THE DELIBERATOR] -
The Deliberator is probably the friendliest of the Employers, or at least the most polite. While he isn’t one to push his affections on you suddenly, some touchiness is always expected from him which makes returning it a simple matter (unlike with the others).
However, while the Deliberator loves giving you a quick hug, or ruffling your hair affectionately as he walks by, he never thought you’d take the initiative to give him it first. Why would he? He wasn’t stupid enough to assume a higher being like yourself would care that much for people like the Employers (lowly compared to you, of course). However, he’d come to know just how mistaken he was.
He’s genuinely overjoyed the moment he feels your smaller form’s weight on him, the arrows and other geometrical shapes that rise from him whirl around you harmlessly as he laughs, turning to scoop you up and bring you closer. He’s excitable, barely able to stand still as he rocks on his heels, swaying with you held tenderly to his torso. “Thank you,” he seems to breathe against you, “You always seem to know just what I need.”
You chuckle, and you think you can feel him smile against your hand when you reach up to pat him on the cheek affectionately. He nuzzles into your palm with a love-struck sigh, his shadowy body relaxing against your smaller one.
(He never knew that someone could make him feel so at ease, and so infatuated with their very being. The Deliberator is aware of his emotions, and knows that the love he felt for you was stronger than any feeling he'd had before.
He wonders if you knew of the effect you had on him - if you were aware of how he pined for every touch, word, and glance you had the possibility to give him. He wonders if you knew just how much he wanted to be completely enveloped in anything and everything you, until he knew more about you than anyone else, and you were so intertwined that you couldn't be kept from each other. He wanted everything you could give, and in return, he'd give you all that he was.)
Surprising the Deliberator with a kiss is also met with an ecstatic reaction on his part, and with how touchy he is it’s very easy to do. All that’s needed is for you to brace a hand against his jaw when he’s close enough, and gently pull him down to meet your gaze. His glowing eyes disappear for a second when he “blinks” and leans into your hands happily, only to go wide with a flash when you lean in.
The Deliberator knew your skin was soft, and he had imagined what it would feel like to have your lips against him many, many times. (Daydreaming about you was the thing he did the most outside of his actual job; he didn’t care to limit his thoughts about you for the sake of productivity).
But he didn’t know just how good kissing you would be; with you slowly moving your lips against his in a way that sent shivers through him and prompted a near whine to leave him as he softly pressed back. (He didn’t even know anything could elicit such a noise, mind you.)
You pull away to find him bleary and dazed, with a tight grip on you that barely allows you to move from him. He leans in closer to you quickly, whispering a plea against your lips. “Please, do that again,” he begs, and because you’re so kind (something he was always quick to praise you for) you do. As many times as he needs.
This moment was the catalyst of all the times the Deliberator found it necessary to kiss you first as well, which he does quite often. Kisses from the Deliberator are always soft and quick; stolen in the midst of one of those hugs he sweeps you up in, or simply a quick peck to the lips as he greets you. It’s done impulsively and as he’s filled with excitement just from being so close with you (and from the knowledge that you like it when he does this), and it shows from how he'll pepper the corners of your lips with them, eventually moving to kiss your cheeks as you laugh. He always returns to your lips though, in the end.
It’s usually up to you to go deeper with it, surprising him with a bite to his lip or a flick of your tongue against his mouth, something that never fails to pull a flustered gasp from him. (It’s a way for you to take back what little control you lose when he surprises you like this.)
The Deliberator is almost delirious when you slide your tongue into his mouth, head hazy from your warmth and the feeling of your lips and body against his. As you pulled away to breathe, they made a mental note to try to initiate this more with you. After all, if you seemed to enjoy it so much, then why wouldn’t they indulge in it more often? He'd give you anything, and he'd allow you to take even more. It's what you deserve, as his beloved.
- [THE CONDUCTOR] -
It’s hard to show the Conductor physical affection, at least it was at first. The whole reason why he had settled on simply recording your movements (amongst many other things) was that he couldn't exactly participate in them. The electricity that coursed through the Conductor was enough to cause you discomfort, even the beginnings of pain if it went on longer than a few minutes.
It was too much for him to risk; injuring you just to feel the sensation of your skin against the shadowy mass that made up his own was a trade-off he wasn't willing to make. Not that he doesn't want to, of course.
He wouldn’t ever tell you, but he had always been incredibly jealous of the other Employers just for how they can come into close contact with you. Their relationships with you appear to be far more intimate as a result, and while he's sure he can eventually reach that level of closeness (metaphorically speaking), it's simply unfair that he'd have to do so in a longer amount of time. It's the only time he'd question himself on why he was given this form by the Machine - a rarity, as there are few beings more sure of themselves than the Employers.
Despite his attempts to hide his envy, you eventually noticed. It was almost pitiable, and a part of you felt bad for having to leave the Conductor out of the affection you showed the others. It had taken quite a learning curve to strengthen your bond with the Employers (with you teaching them more than not; they really were clueless when it came to how normal people acted, even if they could pretend they weren’t for a short time). So you found a prospective solution to this issue; helping the Conductor control his conductivity. Or at least, making it so the volts that make up his being don’t cause you harm.
With this work in mind, and how quickly the Conductor was to agree (eager, you’d say, from how quickly he nodded and spoke word after word of gratefulness to you for thinking about trying), you began to show him more physical affection. It was a slow process, as you knew that genuinely startling him with a hug or even hand-holding likely wouldn’t end well. However, merely surprising him, on the other hand, was very easy.
The Conductor had never expected you to show him any care through touch, so when you lean over to him and gently take one of his hands in yours, running your thumbs along the unstable, ever-changing surface of his skin (or his equivalent to it), he flinches. You feel the quick zap of static against your fingers, and he immediately turns to ask if you’re okay, voice shaky and tinged with worry. He moved to pull his hand from your grasp before you could answer, but his eyes widened when you tighten your grip.
“I’m fine, Conductor, don’t worry. You’ve gotten better at controlling it, good job,” you say with a proud grin and lean further into his side, genuinely happy with his progress (he has worked diligently at it, after all). He burns at the praise, head tilting to the side as he shyly averts his gaze from you.
The Conductor never knew how nice it felt to have someone so happy for such a relatively small accomplishment (even if controlling his electrical currents did take considerable work, and the threat of hurting you again caused him immense anxiety). He looks back at you, unsure of what to do before you gesture for him to wrap an arm around your shoulders, and he does so, stiffening slightly when you nonchalantly lean into him in response. If he had a heart, it’d be beating dangerously fast. (So you'd wanted him to touch you more?)
He’s scared of hurting you, but at the same time, he can’t help feeling almost gleeful at how you’ve decided to give him this experience. At how you've decided to trust him with your safety and give him this second chance at physical affection.
Kissing the Conductor is very much the same, with how his actions are permeated by inexperience and the need for direction. He goes tense when you loop your arms around his neck and pull him in, at first believing that you just wanted a more intimate embrace, until you leaned up and pressed your lips into the wavering form of what made up his.
He gasps quietly and his hands release their hold on you, and you can hear the harsh crack of electricity from his fingers as he moves them away from you. (The last thing he wanted to do was make you pull away and stop kissing him because he was too surprised to get control of himself.)
The tingly feeling of the electrical currents running through his body isn’t unpleasant by any stretch, and you hear the hum of building static get louder when you sigh against him, tilting your head in an attempt to get him moving again. He reflects your movements curiously, lips molding against yours in slow, careful movements that make a grin pull at the corners of yours.
He doesn’t exactly relax until he feels you smile against him before pulling away, and if you could see them you’d realize that his hands hadn’t stopped shaking for the entirety of your kiss. He’s nervous for once in his life; terrified of screwing up things between you because he doesn’t know what to do. 
(You can’t blame him for it, or at least he hopes you’d see it that way. He’s never felt this way about anyone else, never been plagued with thoughts of how death would be a preferable alternative to losing your favor and attention. It’s dramatic, but he’s heard love was supposed to be that way.)
When it comes to the Conductor kissing you, it's always a decision with a lot of rumination behind it. He spends hours thinking of what he should do to initiate it, taking in your past reactions to anything affectionate (and how you kiss him) to come up with a suitable plan to get the best results. It’s not like you’re a test subject, but he doesn’t think he’d be able to handle the embarrassment of it going badly.
For you, though, it’s just as sudden as when you decide to do it. You’ll be sitting at his side before he shifts closer, far more than you’d been expecting at the time, and you’ll turn to face him with a questioning look. He seems to hesitate for a moment, but he’s upon you before you can get a word out, slamming his lips against yours in a motion you knew would end with a painful clacking of teeth if he was a human. He isn’t though, so you don’t find the need to correct him, instead leaning into him to press more firmly, delighting in how his grip tightens (likely to try and still his trembling hands). When you pull back from him, he looks at ease, even if the noise of electrical currents is far louder than before.
He wonders if doing it again as he'd like would be too greedy - a thought repeated each time he repeatedly presses his lips against yours.
- [THE AUDITOR] -
The Auditor has always been very physically affectionate with you, even when you first arrived and expected to see the opposite from him. This actually means surprising him with affection is rather rare, since he’d prefer to never spend even a single second away from your side. He considers it to be where he rightfully belongs, after all.
Though he actually is somewhat very shocked when you decide to do something before he can, if not a little taken aback at how you beat him to the punch. He considers it to be his responsibility to shower you with all the affection he can muster giving; he was the more "inferior" being in this scenario after all, and he already knew he loved you, so working for your approval was a given.
Plus, even if he’d absolutely love it if you returned his gestures (more than you could possibly know), he had little expectation that you’d do so in such a short period of knowing him. You certainly didn’t for the first few weeks you spent together. Besides, he wouldn't say he's that delusional. Not after his initial hopes of it were dashed, at least.
So you can imagine his surprise when you nudged his arms up from where they were resting on his desk, only to take a seat on his lap. He paused and you took a moment to get comfortable, leaning back into his chest and flashing him a lazy grin.
It takes him a moment to take in but he masks his surprise with a quiet chuckle, wrapping a single arm around your waist to pull your hips closer before loosening it - just slightly so he can let his hand rest on your side just under where your ribs end. His long fingers sneak under the hem of your shirt so he can smooth over your skin whilst the other writes on the paperwork he has to complete.
He thinks he's good at hiding his true reaction, but the way you feel the already-warm form of his flair with sudden heat (one you knew was hotter than usual) tells another story. As did the way his flames seemed to burn brighter and less controlled, and how he even raised a hand to tighten his tie (something he never did; it's not like it moved much with his clip holding it in place).
It was amusing, as the Auditor never broke composure like this before. However, the way you blushed at how suddenly he yanked you flush to his body made up for the "inequality" in how flustered you both were. Naturally, he notices this.
"Comfortable, darling?" He asks with a slightly teasing tone, reaching down with his other hand to cup your face and run a clawed thumb over your cheek. He doesn't know why you decided to get all close to him on your own, but that doesn't mean he won't take advantage of the situation to see how your face flushes and how your eyes flicker with changing emotions as he touches you more.
You thoroughly expect this at this point though. "Yes, of course, love," you say, "why wouldn't I be?" The response is done with practiced nonchalance, and you thought you might be able to get more of a bashful or embarrassed reaction. Though instead he only paused again before humming in contemplation. His hand tightened its grip on you and moved further underneath your shirt to trace further over your bare skin, and you inhaled shakily. So much for that attempt.
(Unbeknownst to you, he was trying to wrestle his emotions out of the way so you wouldn't see how much he was freaking out over what you said. He's immensely grateful for not having the ability to blush or purr as grunts do in moments like these, he'd prefer not to embarrass himself like this. How could he be viewed as a strong partner if you saw him get so worked up over your simple comments? But try as he might, he couldn't stop the sound of you calling him a genuine pet name from echoing in his mind.
Love, huh? Is that what you really thought of him as? It'd only be better if it was preceded by a "my", as being known simply as "your Love" was better than even his official title given to him by the Machine. If he has to define his very being by your terms, then that was more than acceptable. He was already yours, so why wouldn't it be?)
While your sudden surprises of affection only made him bolder with giving out his own (if that were even possible), it made you wonder what other reactions you could pull from him. Which is what gave you the idea to kiss him in the first place.
Oddly enough, while the Auditor could be very intrusive with how he insists on giving you attention physically, and had actually kissed you before (unlike the others), he'd never dared to do it on the mouth. He instead placed them close to the very corner of your lips, or your cheeks, or on your hands (most commonly).
(If only you knew how much restraint it took him. The Auditor knows he's hasty and rash, but with how powerful he was, taking whatever he wanted whenever he wanted was child’s play. And you had no idea just how badly he wanted to kiss you, really kiss you.
He wanted to watch your features contort in surprise, only to grow flushed and heated as he presses further into you. He wants to know what you taste like, and how those teeth of yours feel against his shadowy, unstable sinew when he runs his “tongue” along them. But patience was important. Despite how his urges call to him, everything had its time. He could sate himself through cuddling or chaste pecks on your cheek or forehead. For now.)
With how much he focused on trying not to be headstrong (which was very rare), he was blindsided when you kissed him first. He’s always close, which makes it simple for you, and as you tug on his crimson tie to get him nearer to your face, he actually thinks you’re going to kiss him on the cheek or something similar - “Returning the favor” as he heard you say before. However, you instead turn your head to plant your lips firmly on where his own are.
His reaction is instant, immediately pressing forward into you as his hands come up, one tugging you closer by your waist as the other cradles the back of your head. His body grows so hot that he almost burns you when you reach up to wind your arms around his neck and nip at the weirdly firm “surface” of his lips (or his equivalent of them, anyway).
He moans lowly when he feels your teeth tug at his bottom lip, responding by pushing you closer. You inhale sharply at the noise, only to gasp when you feel a sort of tongue-like appendage sweep across your lips, only for it to enter your mouth as a result.
The Auditor's taste is odd, like that of smoke, and the overwhelming scent of him is just the same, filled with the ash and flame that's so characteristic of him. The air feels thick with it as you inhale through your nose, a noise slipping from you as he maps out the individual shapes of your teeth and winds his "tongue" with yours. You pull away just as you feel the pointed tip of it dart up against the very back of your mouth's roof, shivering and panting as clouds of smoke leave your breath, as though you've just taken a long drag from a cigarette.
The Auditor is almost shaking, mind running a mile a minute as he quickly reflects over your actions. He's not as surprised as you'd expect, but he's not all there either; his overwhelming need for more of your touch, and the want to worship you physically as you so rightfully deserve has only gotten stronger. And now he wonders - as he leans back to insistently press his lips on yours once more, and delights in how you push back roughly - what's the harm in letting go and doing as he always does?
The floodgates were broken with that simple interaction, and you should expect him to kiss you every time you end up together; whether it be a chaste one or a long, drawn-out kiss that ends with your hands tugging at his once-perfectly-put together collar so you can take a breath, he needs it now. It's almost like he can't live without it, and it shows in how rushed his movements are. While he isn't forceful enough to do it if you push him away, he is enough to initiate it whenever he feels the time is right (which is almost always).
He just wants to feel every part of you he can all the time, so that the memory of you and how you feel is so ingrained into him that he'd never be able to forget it. The way you react to his kisses is addictive, and he wants to see it again and again. It's part of how he shows his love, you see, and there is nobody more deserving of such attention than you.
But you should also know, from the words he whispers to you on occasion, that you're the only person he'd ever do this for because you're the only one he belongs to. The Auditor is always taking what he wants, so why don't you officially take him? It is your right, and he's always been yours, after all.
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vibbybee · 4 months
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୭ ˚○◦˚Hands Off!˚◦○˚ ୧ 
prompt: tomoya has had enough of reader’s unclear gestures towards him! he decides to give reader a taste of their own, sweet medicine! warnings: none, i don’t think? genre: fluff !! word count: ~1.5k notes: sfw, cute n sweet story :D, reader is implied to be shorter than tomoya because I’M shorter than tomoya‼️ this is also very inspired by his halloween (treat) line! :D, uhh gn!reader who’s also implied to be a theatre kid bc I thought it’d be funny, reader is mentioned to be UNDEAD’s producer (but you can ignore that it adds nothing to the plot), ooc!tomoya? idk…lmk if I missed anything!
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YOU HAD A RATHER INTERESTING RELATIONSHIP WITH TOMOYA
You became friends with the idol when you started producing another idol group under the same agency as Ra*bits, UNDEAD. You had run into him on your day off, and what do you know! It was Tomoya’s day off as well. The two of you hung out after learning you both enjoy theatre arts, amongst other things as well. From then? The rest is history.
Now, when you had initially met Tomoya, he was quick to pick up on your rather doting and almost teasing nature. Whenever he’d see you hang out with your non-idol friends, he’d see you hold their hands or pretend to kiss them. He found it a bit strange at first, but he was just as quick to accept it as part of your personality. If he were to be honest with himself, he’d have to admit it’s one of the reasons he developed a small crush on you. 
Tomoya wasn’t blind to the fact he had recently developed a crush on you, either. Although not having many romantic encounters, if at all, he’s not dense. However, upon realization, he was more than willing to push his feelings down, feeling so sure that you would never like him back. 
His line of thinking couldn’t have been more wrong! You had developed a small crush on your friend after seeing him being surrounded by small animals one day in the Sky Garden. What a domestic scene it was! Of course, there are countless other reasons why you fell for the music and manga lover, but seeing such a sight felt like being hit with a cupid's arrow. However, you decided to take a different approach compared to Tomoya.
“Tomoya!” You happily called out to the unsuspecting boy, dragging out the second ‘o’ in his name. 
Your approach? Using your flirting skills you had jokingly used on your friends, and applying it to Tomoya! What could go wrong? 
You could hear a faint hum coming from Tomoya as he turned around to face you. His lips then formed into a smile upon seeing you. He could almost feel his heart beat slightly increasing at the sight of you approaching him, but he could blame it on him just finishing dance practice if need be.
A similar smile was reciprocated on your face as you jogged up next to him. In your hand was a water bottle, and you handed it to the brown-eyed boy. 
“Here! I remember you had messaged me that you had a last-minute dance practice today, so I brought you water.” You said, feeling rather proud of yourself that you were able to do a simple gesture for him. 
Tomoya’s eyes slightly widened in surprise as you placed the water bottle in his hand. Oh gosh, he didn’t have the heart to tell you that he had his own water bottle tucked away in the drawstring bag he was carrying, so he just accepted your little act of kindness. 
“Ah, thank you!” He responded. He figured it’d be rude to not take a sip out of the bottle, so he did. He made a small show of him drinking it, trying to physically show you he appreciated you thinking of him despite how busy you are. To be completely honest? It was a bit of a hard watch, but hey! He tried his best! 
You let out a small chuckle as you watched him. Tomoya can be…unintentionally funny at times. 
“It’s not a problem, Tomoya!” You responded with a small giggle seeping through your words. Were you trying to kill him?! Ah, you really are too cute for your own good, and it was starting to become an issue for him…
The next thing Tomoya knew, he felt a pair of hands gently squishing his cheeks. Those hands belonging to you. Tomoya let out a little huff as he saw the cheeky expression on your face, it was obvious you wanted to mess with him. That cheshire-like smile then replacing your initial warm one in just mere seconds.
It made no sense to the idol. You had started to treat him differently about two weeks ago. At least, that’s what he observed. You started placing his hand in yours as the two of you walked around Ensemble Square and started to dote on him. It was similar to how you acted towards your friends. 
No, it was exactly how you acted towards your friends. 
Ah, it seemed as if you teasing and innocently flirting with him had the exact opposite reaction you had intended! It just confused the poor boy. He had to question if you caught onto his feelings? Was that your way of putting him in the friend-zone? Whatever the reason, he hated it.
Okay, “hate” is a strong word. Had it been under any other circumstance, he would’ve taken these romantic gestures for what they are: romantic gestures. However, he always saw you flirting with your friends just like how you started to flirt with him! Surely, this wasn’t a good thing. 
Unbeknownst to him, Tomoya was lost in thought the second your hands playfully squished his cheeks. There was almost a pouty expression on his face as his eyes were glued to the floor.
You, being none-the-wiser to the mental battle going through his mind, just naively assumed he was feeling embarrassed by the small action. In response, you had let out an airy laugh. Your smug expression only grew. You were convinced that your plan was working!
“Aww, are you embarrassed?” You questioned, in a slightly baby-ish tone. Your hands never ceased their movements, except to caress Tomoya’s face with your thumbs. It was rather fun doting on him like this, almost like a mother hen! Besides, you'd be a liar if you said you suddenly becoming physically affectionate with him didn’t have anything to do with your own personal enjoyment. 
Tomoya only let out a soft groan, his eyebrows slightly furrowed when he finally comprehended your taunting words. He was going crazy! He wasn’t sure how much of your teasing and taunting he could take, and he knew he had to do something if he wanted you to stop treating him like he was someone who needed to be doted on. It’s bad enough he was stuck thinking you were treating him like you treat all your other friends, but he was also through with you fussing over him! He’s the leader of an idol group, for crying out loud! 
The two of you were silent, it was a bit nerve wracking on your end, but it wasn’t anything too bad. You mentally shrugged off your friend's odd demeanor change, thinking he was just feeling tired after his practice.
You then felt his warm hands gently grab yours, moving your hands away from his face. He placed your left hand at your side and cautiously let go of it, but he didn't let go of your right hand. Instead, he brought your right hand up closer to him. Your eyebrows slightly lifted up in surprise. Tomoya still didn’t say anything to you. How you wished you could’ve gone through his mind at that very moment…
As Tomoya looked down at you, he made a small humming sound, seemingly pleased at your expression clearly indicating you being caught off guard by his actions. Just what he was aiming for. You couldn’t help but feel your face get a bit warmer when you saw the way he looked at you. So much love and adoration was trapped in his eyes, but…it almost looked as if there was a hint of mischief in them?
“Here, give me your hand.” He murmured, his voice barely understandable. It was lucky for the both of you that it was you two in the hall.
You mentally scoffed at the irony in his command. He was already holding your hand with his, so it’s not like you had much of a choice. Eh, you didn’t mind. 
You then saw Tomoya’s expression brighten, a warm smile tugging at his lips. He let out a small laugh before he spoke to you again.
“See? My hands are bigger than yours♪” he said softly, his eyes flickering between the two of your hands and your face. Your beautiful face that seemed so at a loss for words. He was sure that if he lightly pressed his hand against your cheek, warmth would be radiated off of it. The idea made him lightly chuckle to himself.
It’s only then when he spoke that your little trance was broken. Your focus shifted from his face to your hands. He was right, your hand was a bit smaller than his. But that was the last thing on your mind. You were much more enamored by the fact that it felt like your hands were meant to hold his. You gently squeezed his hand for a second, and Tomoya followed suit. 
Holy crap…
When did Tomoya get so bold?!
AHHHH i’ve never written an x reader fic before, so i hope it was good!! 😭uhhh i don’t really plan on becoming an x reader account, but uh…if there’s a prompt you want me to write for tomoya i’ll do it. I’m not even sure how well I wrote him, so idk if i could write other enstars characters!! Wwww but yeah :3 
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Whatever you do, try not to picture Felix doing all kinds of silly voices at Build-A-Bear for the stuffed animals which is always a huge hit with the kiddos.
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That mental image is so cute I'm gonna be sick 😍😍😍
I love Felix being the patron saint of tired parents who need a few minutes to breathe at the mall, he keeps the kids focused on the building process and entertained the whole time.
I will say that his managers probably hate him a little bit. Yes there's been a noticeable increase in sales since he arrived, but he also has this big, stupid heart that never wants a kid to be unhappy, so every time he overhears a parent telling their kid to put something back (an extra outfit or accessory for the teddy) he makes up a sale and tells them to have it without charging them. He got yelled at pretty good when they caught him doing it, however as soon as he offered to pay the difference himself in future, well they didn't like it, but they also didn't stop him.
He's the best employee they have, he also genuinely doesn't seem to fully comprehend the value of money.
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biancatronic · 1 year
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I had an idea just now
Edit(15/12/22): man i didn't mean to offend anyone who writes god players i was nervous and frustrated with some guys offending god player and reader x characters so if you were offended by my comment i'm really sorry and i was foolish for choosing words and didn't get read with this you may think I'm boring or something but I didn't mean to offend you, I'm sorry 😔😣🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️
Ok ok the idea you have is that since this AU of Player!reader and stuff is in fashion and I made a complete opposite of the "perfect" player also all fucked up and stuff, not that I'm complaining and saying that "To these fanfics leaves the reader player like an almighty mary sue" no way im gonna use that mary sue shit to call what i like mary sue here and there dick in mary sue ass if you use mary sue to say something is bad you it's fucked up my friend, ok getting back to the point.
My concept for the Imperfect Player:
-The Player is called God in the world of Nevada but a newbie God since when the player played MPN he developed some of his powers playing the classic and two, it took a long time to get used to the second but you managed and managed get used to things.
-The Player may notice some fourth wall breaks but he ignores them and finds these dialogues amusing, but there are greater beings who are watching him without him knowing. The Employers are watching behind the laptop screen a little God ventured into the world of Nevada they are curious what this being calling human can do with their vessels or rather with Hank, Stygian saying they are cute but they won't survive even a second in Nevada without a vessel to protect them, Deliberator says they need to practice their powers more because even their S3lf is out of control when they use too much of their power, Conductor agrees with Deliberator and Auditor doesn't say anything just watches the Player's reactions, he studied about the Player's species and also in his personal life, the Player had a family since their mother would come in the room to talk a little with them or call them for something and his/her sister/brothers visited their rooms to bother them or annoys them a little which makes the Player annoyed with them, he still studies a little about them but one day they will belong to his plans soon enough.
-You often played with Sanford when Hank was away, you liked him and 2Bdamned more than Deimos and Hank because you think they were very "darling" by the fandom so you liked the underrated or less loved by some even you have a circle of friends who have the same ideas as you, and a fun fact Deimos is finding his partner too tough in battles maybe it's his impression I don't know.
-Yes, we have an invisible glowing line but only the receptacle sees eled and his friends can't see it because the Player didn't use them, so Deimos listens to Sanford saying that seeing glowing strings is almost invisible and his self-esteem and mood are always high, even which Deimos says his buddy is excited and in a good mood.
-It didn't take long for Hank to overhear some conversations between the two of them about the ropes and Sanford's humor he wasn't completely interested so he went out and called everyone to get ready for the event in three days before the events of MPN 2, you finished your routine and decided to save the game and rest since tomorrow is the time to study for your college finals, oh and you laugh at the fourth wall breaking messages that Phobos insults you are not threats of anything to you and you lived the ignoring las and be happy moving on like a normal person, lying in bed with the lights off you yawn and sleep to enter the world of dreams.
Design I gave by Player (later I'll make a drawing about it)
Long hair but they tie it in a ponytail and have fringes on the sides near the ear and forehead, blue and pink clothes for them no matter the color she won't have to make it feminine or masculine as some say but he wears a white sweatshirt with two blue and pink stripes, black jeans and red sneakers.
Powers (in the world of Nevada): Sensing enemies approaching, when crying, releasing a barrier circles throwing everyone out, shield when raising the forearm creates a strong and resistant shield even the binary sword and any sword does not cause any effect to the shield, ropes from the vessels, healing hair when placed near a wound heals the vessel and sword of light (still doesn't know how to summon it) and when outside of Nevada the Player can feel his vessels calling him or something strange happening in the world.
Also the fanfic will have themes that are not friendly to others so it won't be a thousand flowers like some writings but there will be fluff moments and stuff, I feel like we need more dark content from Madness and any questions my ask box is always open for some questions.
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etakeh · 3 months
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A resume is not an autobiography. It is a marketing document. Do you think Boeing's advertising shows all those planes that crashed? Hell no.
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Seriously. I needed to hear this, as I'm going through my resume wondering which jobs to include, and if leaving some shorter ones out - because I'll look flighty - will create a gap that makes it look like I'm a lazyassmotherfucker.
So yeah, gonna leave off the crashed planes. Or at least the part where they crashed.
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aeide-thea · 2 years
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so as per prev tags i read A Sensory Experience of Metal and Other Metal and having finished it i basically think what i said before but more so: i thought certain things abt it were vividly diverting and delightful and other things were really very sketchily penciled in!
in some ways i do think the biggest thing that's stood out to me abt the various m/m books by, uh, fandom-nurtured authors that i've read lately-ish (thinking vaguely of FM and, uh, other FM here, in addition to op. previously cit.) is how mediocre their female characters have imo been—in some ways that's to be expected bc supporting characters in romance are very often mere ciphers, and if both members of your central pairing are men, then, well... but i do feel like people could be briefly sketched and still feel realer and more like there's a logic of their own to them, beyond just Necessary NPC? like, i have some issues with both heyer and sayers (antisemitism foremost among these) but both of them managed to make it feel as though their romances were happening within the context of a believable society populated by believable bit characters (sayers' artist lesbians!).
(as per prev post also some thoughts abt what gets fleshed out vs what's just wooden set dressing in general, and some wondering abt the extent to which a fannish apprenticeship tends to encourage those flaws, but those i think i more or less covered in prev tags, if somewhat incoherently/inconclusively.)
#anyway this is not a useful post to anyone but me probably‚ i just like to take notes for my own records#bc it IS sometimes convenient to be able to flip back and say 'oh right THAT's what i thought of that book!'#anyway i love fandom and ppl wrote flawed books before fandom was a twinkle in bored housewives' eyes but#there ARE particular modes it trains you to perhaps overdevelop and others it doesn't train you to develop at all#and i do kind of think i'm seeing the traces of that in more and more books#some people would say that's not necessarily a problem‚ and on the face of it maybe it isn't#but i think i do in fact want authors to be able to tell what they've actually gotten down on the page and what they haven't#and instead are supplying out of their own reservoir of canon‚ which in fandom readers share with authors‚ but which in origfic they can't#like that does in fact feel like a pretty fundamental aspect of storytelling craft to me that i want a professional to be aware of#ok also one last totally unrelated thing is that i really have trouble PERSONALLY#buying the idea of a character with anxiety being a non-coquettish dom#like speaking personally i LOVE to get playfully toppy but like. idk. it's topping as flirting kind of.#also i mean 'dom' is an overstatement wrt the level of power exchange happening in this particular book#(or anyway the level of *sexual* power exchange—the whole 'commoner employee/royal employer' dynamic is a whole other thing)#(oh man i have. so many thoughts. mostly abt how ppl KEEP trying to write royalty bc they think it's sexy but then want to make it moral)#(i kind of think the minute you open the can of morality worms you've kind of ruined the fantasy)#(like i'm not opposed but then you're asking me to think with my *actual* brain and morals and not just. you know.)#okay i super lied abt the topic three topics ago being the last one but maybe this will be—#lots of thoughts abt like. the MULTIPLE friend-cum-valet relationships in these various books that don't imo get adequate arcs#it's like somebody told ppl our prince-heros had to have a humanizing commoner connection#but forgot that if they don't ask the 'friend' how they're coping with whatever mostly-offstage struggles have been tossed their way—#they aren't actually acting like friends!#like obviously it's a balance bc the main characters' problems ARE going to take center stage and should#but increasingly i'm like. does X random character seem like they've got a coherent track they're moving along even if we only see a clip#does X non-central relationship feel like any tensions introduced into it along the way have gotten resolved by the end#things CAN be left to linger but that's different from slapping some sloppy spackling on and calling that a resolution#ok maybe someday i will learn to stop shoving half my thoughts in tags so i can like. sort them into paragraphs or something at least#but today is clearly not the day i'll be starting#bookblogging#okay i lied one ACTUALLY FOR REAL last thing is that the ''''hilariously Difficult'''' magical-truth-assessor character in this is.
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