story time
i was visiting my boyfriend and we were running out of youtube to watch so i suggested we watch a film because i have. a list of films i specifically want to watch with him
and his laptop is on her last legs and half frozen when she boots up and neither of us pay for streaming services so i said "well, i really want to watch skinamarink but we have to pirate it and i don't want to kill your computer"
and he just looks at me. and proceeds to pull up his adblock, his vpn and his bookmarked collection of piracy websites
so anyway i'm going to marry him yesterday
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thinking about connor in prague saying "dad's theory was you got two fighting dogs, you send the weak one away, you punish the weak one." in relation to this episode, and the way the siblings view abuse inside their own family.
shiv and kendall and their belief that connor and roman are the weak dogs that got the brunt of logan's worst behavior, because abuse is reserved for the kids who can't behave - the ones who aren't smart and mature enough to make it in the world. abuse evokes pity, because abuse is what happens when you expect too much from people who obviously aren't capable of more.
and then they go forward in life, believing that they're just naturally more intelligent and more capable than connor and roman, as if being raised seeing what happens to you if you aren't a perfect child wasn't the entire point of the "punish the weak dog" mentality that logan instilled in them. the looming threat implied behind any praise they do receive that tacitly tells them "you're not like roman and connor" because everyone knows what happens to roman and connor.
the absolute height of the rich capitalist mindset. "we're succeeding because of our own merit, and other people fail because they don't have what it takes" when in reality they're succeeding because of arbitrary rules made up by someone who knows that infighting makes meaner dogs.
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Cis ppl will really see a character that's explicitly only ever referred to with it/its pronouns (and at one point is called a they), has one sibling that's called "the gendered child" by the mother of said child (implying that her other children are genderless and she's an exception), and has literally had the game devs say that it's genderless, and still call it "he" and treat it as male
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I think OP of that post tagged 'dark coquette' as a fashion category - which iirc is basically just supposed to be 'dark academia' crossed with very frilly feminine fashion - not a personality trait. this is very very broad, i myself dont follow these trends so just hoping to clarify some slight misunderstanding. maybe you did mean that her dress doesn't correspond to this fashion category though, idk. Have a nice day!
Oh yes, I'm aware! I just find it amusing in view of the technical definition of "coquette" and the character's personality. Although annoying communities around certain aesthetics sometimes give me a bit of a subjective grudge against them, I freely admit.
(For example, dark academia, which started out as a very useful term for a literary sub-genre- The Secret History, the Physick World series, A Discovery of Witches, A Lesson In Vengeance, the Blue Is For Magic series, Picnic At Hanging Rock, arguably The Shadow of the Wind because libraries play a big part in it, etc. -and has now been warped out of all meaning by people who don't get that "old-fashioned Gothic" does not inherently mean the same thing. There has to be SOMETHING academia-related about the image you're tagging for it to count, damnit!)
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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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