It's been a really busy week so I'm just going to indulge myself and talk about exactly what I'd love to be doing rn with CEO!Bucky
When I imagine CEO scenarios though, I don't think of the reader as his assistant or an intern. Maybe the CEO and his comms director. Someone he considers an equal because I think that's a hell of a lot more sexy and still has a power imbalance 🥵
He knows you're incredibly capable. He knows you've got more drive than anyone else in the company. He knows you've spent years pushing yourself to get to where you are and you're determined to keep climbing.
But at the same time; it's nice to get a break from that too. Sometimes it's nice to just be tossed around and given orders. You get to switch your brain off and give in to whatever feels good.
And that's how you found your knees hitting the plush grey carpet of the CEO's office on a Friday afternoon.
"Good girl. So fucking pretty." Bucky's hand on your chin directs your face upwards. He's continuing the task you started a few minutes prior; stroking his own cock at a leisurely place and enjoying the sight of you in front of him with your blouse missing the top few buttons.
There's nothing else you'd rather be doing right now. There's no other release that lets you unwind like this. You don't have to think about anything other than the glossy bead of precum gathering on the tip of your boss' dick and the way that even the sight of it makes your mouth water.
His other hand is still holding your chin but you don't want to just watch when you can do so much more than that. You lean over, taking the head of his cock in your mouth, flicking your tongue over the very tip to lap up the precum you've been craving.
Your hand replaces his, jerking his length slowly with a measured pressure while your tongue swirls, keenly licking away any fresh evidence of his arousal.
"Fuck." He groans, melting into your eagerness. He's had a long week too. You know he needs this as much as you do but he's just as respectful as ever, conscious not to press himself into your waiting mouth.
"I bet you're wet already, aren't you? You look like such a sweetheart. No one would ever guess that you get off on sucking my cock. I bet everyone thinks you're so innocent but they don't get to feel the way you drip down your own thighs after you swallow my cum." You imagine that mouth of his has got him in plenty of trouble over the years but fuck, you love it. You swear he could probably get you off just by talking to you.
You hum happily, taking as much of his length into your mouth as you can manage, wincing slightly the first time his tip nudges the back of your throat. Your flat tongue rolls against the underside of his length, your hand cupping his balls and you feel his palm settle on the back of his head.
"You're so fucking keen." His blunt fingernails scratch gently against the nape of your neck and it feels like such a tender gesture. You get to be unashamed of how keen you are with him. There's no embarrassment or reservation. You don't have to hold yourself back to save face and it's refreshing to want someone this much.
You head bobs on his length, your lips forming a perfect tight ring and every now and again, you're rewarded with the sharpness of some fresh precum smeared onto your tongue.
"You should slow down, sweetheart. I don't want to finish yet." His voice is a little strained and it's beautiful. Now you're torn though. You don't want this to end but you're desperate to feel hot ropes of his cum splash over your waiting tongue and across your face.
Somewhat selfishly, you do as you're told. Your body reminds you of your own desperation and you don't want to ruin your chances of getting bent over that desk.
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Guys. I don’t do book recs, or at least I rarely do, but Frankenstein In Baghdad by Ahmed Sadaawi really is an incredible book. I got my copy at a charity shop but you can get it online — it’s £8 on Amazon though definitely check other sites too.
Without spoiling it, the setting is a post-American invasion of Iraq and the local junk dealer collects body parts from explosions in the area, stitching them together in order to give them a proper burial and he calls it the Whatsitsname. The completed body of the Whatsitsname is then possessed by a hotel security guard who died in the latest explosion and is looking for his body. Unexplainable murders then begin happening in Baghdad.
It does carry over a lot of the plots and characters from the original novel (the blind man is a half-blind old Catholic woman waiting for her long-dead son to return home, Frankenstein isn’t a med student but a renowned liar, the Creature is a murderer/vigilante, etc). But the setting and time period also add to the story — we more or less stay in the same area throughout the novel. The horror is tangible, the characters are so human it hurts, the prose is like silk it’s so beautifully written. It’s themes of justice, humanity, religion, status, power and destiny are so well done.
(At first I thought the sheer amount of characters would get difficult to remember but the author does such a good job of setting them up and giving them distinct characterisation that it never became a problem for me.)
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thinkin bout how horrifyingly competitive toshinori was during his time at ua,
specifically, the sports festival —
but, also thinkin bout, the legacy he left behind there. why, whenever ua is brought up, the first thing mentioned is always 'all might's alma mater'.
'cause you gotta remember, 30-ish years ago, quirks were a lot different then what we see in the series now. they weren't so common, they weren't so COMPLEX — and, as we know from the description given to us in canon, not everyone's bodies could even handle one. it took time, generations to build enough physical strength and resistance to even properly wield the most "basic" of quirks. because of this, i wouldn't doubt if a vast majority of the minority that were born with quirks back then only possessed a FRACTION of the power the most recent generation has obtained.
and i mention this because, if you keep that in perspective when you look at a quirk such as ONE FOR ALL, and you put that absolutely massive power into someone's hands that knows how to use it such as toshinori, i'm sure he was looked at as a god in those hallways.
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Always been a little bit confused by the whole ‘our ocs are often inadvertent reflections of our personal traumas haha’ like i mean yeah in a ‘horoscopes are so generic they can apply to anyone’ kind of way
Idk my characters have their own stories
‘Oh so none of your characters are at all personal reflections?’ No, it’s often clear they’re written by a singular person with core values that show up in them too in some ways, but there’s not really any of that ‘oh i struggled with an abusive family growing up and oops all my characters have abusive childhoods’ kind of stuff that I see people talking about a lot
Like I’ve got a couple of characters that are expressions of personal struggles but they’re few in number, I know who they are, and I know this because I designed them that way intentionally, everyone else is doing their own thing man idk
Seeing that topic go around always feels kinda like what being ace feels like in that I can see that there’s something I’m just not getting but everyone says it and I can kind of see how that could happen so I smile and laugh along despite that not really ‘getting the joke’
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