Do you guys remember that episode where Vlad puts a million dollar bounty on Danny and a bunch of ghost hunters come to town
Danny gets sweet revenge by luring vampire hunters into town with Plasmius as the target.
Now, Vlad’s not in any danger. Most anti-vampire measures aren’t effective against him. Even getting staked and/or beheaded is unpleasant, but not catastrophic.
What's really annoying is when a couple of vampire hunters start to suspect Vlad Masters is also a vampire. Then there's no escape from the scrutiny. And if it comes down to it, it's a lot harder to explain how a stake to the heart doesn't kill him as a supposed Regular Human Man.
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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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RAHHH UR RECENT WRIO AND NEUV WRITING WAS SO GOOD I BEG THEE FOR MORE….. im thinking about dragon mating cycles and neuv coming to wrio sopping wet in the rain ( cuz hes sad of course ) and asking him for help,,,,
WAAAH TYSM ;_; theyve given me Disease
i see your That and raise you neuvi locking himself away insisting everyone Especially Wriothesley leaves him alone for a week with zero explanation. and of course that doesn't work but it's fine in the end (wrio broke in more or less bc he was worried) (neuvillette just never had these Issues before because he wasn't attached to anyone in that way and is a little scared of himself in this state on the off chance he'd hurt wrio)
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I think one of the most tragically underutilized aspects of Mikoto and Fuuta's relationship is the fact that one of them is thinking "Mikoto is a sopping wet cat that was born in a cardboard box all alone. I have to protect him" while the other is thinking "(BEEP) off, Fuuta, you disgrace to society. I bet you don't even thank your boss nicely for letting you lick his boots".
Genuinely one my most pressing questions in Milgram is what exactly did Fuuta see in Mikoto that made him decide HE was the one that needed protection the most along with Haruka. Not the elementary schooler. Not the girl four years younger than him who spends every waking moment crying. This guy, the working adult who tries to lecture him on manners while sitting on his ass insisting this is all a TV show instead of doing something about being fucking kidnapped. That one is Fuuta's poor little meow meow.
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Ogdred’s problems turned out to be high blood pressure and some kind of stomach inflammation, so he’s on meds now. It’s not too bad; I’m usually a deft hand with a pill gun/syringe and he knows there are treats after. Alistair also knows there are treats after and tonight was the first night he came up to me and was like, Mom, it’s midnight, where are the treats?
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I am team 'buck should have kept his facial scars from the tsunami'
I see what you mean and I agree with you at some level, but I think the point of him getting the cuts on his face was more for us to think about the blood thinners at all times, so they didn't think about committing to the possibility of facial scars, but I also think at some level the choice to just make them vanish was more about not forcing Oliver to forever have to sit in makeup for a few hours to give him scars every day, I think it was more of a matter of convenience. But it would be interesting, it is a bit of a pet peeve of mine the way characters never scar, like, Buck would have some of them for sure, and this could be interesting if they went for it.
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