#♕ plotting call

[verreprincesse]

— ooc:

okies! answered everything in the inbox :3 I might take a small nap. like this for a plotting call?? i reeeeeaaaally wanna do a toxic ship for ella. comment 'yes' if you'd be willing to talk to me about it, it would definitely be tagged with trigger warnings cause I wanna explore ella's want for love and finding it in the wrong places with a person who doesn't love her but loves what she can do for them and gaslighting and abuse. she's endured it before and thinks that's the only type of love she's allowed.

[stormbcrn]

just wanted to say i really miss plotting! i have an open starter call that I have been meaning to get to, and these don't have to be plotted but if you'd want to plot w me i'd love to get some new inspo going!

[shefalcon]

here have a thing!  hit the heart and i’ll come to you to plot!

[battlcbornterminated]

JILL VALENTINE TAG DUMP

[wongyuseokie]

Tasty | j.w.w

Summary: Your boyfriend said the word tasty in a deep voice, and now he’s showing you what other things he likes to call tasty in that ocean deep voice. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut |  ♥ completed works

Word Count: 325 words

Age: 18+

Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, angst (minor), smut. PWP (it’s got the briefest plot ever).

Content Warnings: None. Wonwoo is just giving the reader amazing oral. This fic just happened because I’m a weak woman for this man. This is just a smutty Wonwoo drabble. I’m a simp for this man. Smut Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), overstimulation, praise? Sort of. It’s so so brief.

Authors Note: This happened because of that damn GOSE episode where he said TASTY in his ocean-deep voice, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it because of that man and his voice.  Cross Posted on AO3

Banner Credits: @classicscreations © wongyuseokie 2022. All rights reserved.

“More,” you moaned as your hands kept tugging on your boyfriend's hair, as his tongue brought you indescribable pleasure. Wonwoo happily obliged as he wrapped his lips around your clit, his tongue tracing circles along with the swollen nub. He kept moving his tongue, his pace never faltering. 

You’re not sure how you ended up in this position, but all you recall is teasing Wonwoo about him saying ‘tasty’ in his signature baritone voice and exchanging a few more words. Next thing you know, you’re laying in bed, naked, and he’s laying between your thighs, his face buried in your pussy. Again, you weren’t sure how you got here, but you weren’t complaining. 

“Fucking hell,” you moaned as you threw your head back, 

“Shit,” you gasped when you felt Wonwoo do something different with his tongue. 

“Did you just spell your name out on my pussy?” You asked breathlessly. 

“And?” Wonwoo asked as he lifted his head; his chin glistened with your arousal. 

“Nothing, it felt good, really good,” you praised, and Wonwoo simply smirked as he dove back in again. 

“Fuck!” You moaned out as you started to shake in his grip, and Wonwoo kept his grip firm on you as he kept circling your swollen nub with his tongue. You kept moaning and babbling absolute nonsense as you fell apart on his tongue. 

“Fuck, baby,” you whimpered as Wonwoo kept licking you through your orgasm, not letting you recover. You were sensitive, but you didn’t care, not when you were on the precipice of your second orgasm. Your second orgasm hit you harder, making your toes curl and eyes roll, and you shook in his grip. With what strength you could muster, your hands moved to his head as you gently pushed his mouth away from your cunt.

Wonwoo smiled at you, taking in your fucked out expression as he sat up on his knees. 

“What?” You asked, panting, and Wonwoo grinned. 

“Tasty.”

[jazmine-here]

Artwork by @swordmaid, @jubberry's sister.

This is a list of the 2015-2017 Frozen/Tangled stories within my old Union of the Crowns series, which is for teens and up.

[❄]༻♕༺[☀]

(Part 1) My Dearest Cousin【༺❄】

Summary:

Queen Elsa writes a collection of letters to King Eugene after a tragedy in Corona's castle. "He realized—with a renewed inkling of the worst—that it hadn't taken long for her condolences to transition into negotiations." What will you believe as the spy?

(Part 2) Indentured ♕

Summary:

"Pregnancy complications compromised Queen Rapunzel's last expectancy to a degree in correspondence with her late mother's." A union between Corona and Arendelle begets an unwanted marriage between King Eugene and Queen Elsa after Queen Rapunzel passes away. Both monarchs must learn to make their political wedlock endurable even as xenophobia, Corona's famine, and the Southern Isles cast shadows over their crowns. "I'm counting the minutes just as you are, Eugene…"

(Part 3) Carry Me Anew ☆ﾟ.*･

Summary

He never looked at her on Rapunzel's birthdays. She told herself that she must have been an evil little substitute, this insignificant stand-in who embodied rime instead of sunshine.

(Part 4)【 The King 】

Summary:

Prince Hans's twelfth brother was called the "ugliest brother" because he wore a third-degree burn scar on his face. He soon finds himself obsessed with Queen Elsa after plotting against Corona with the King of the Southern Isles. "She drifted through the doors of Corona's castle in a black dress that rippled and lapped against the shore of his mind. Her face, marbled by porcelain and pain, was palled with a gray veil that waterfalled from her headdress. Such beauty was unspeakable."

[heavens-sin]

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⸻     𝐈'𝐌  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐆𝐎𝐃  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄  .   private      selective    𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐭𝐞   𝐃𝐨𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨   from   Eiichiro   Oda's   One   Piece   -   Anime   &   manga   based.    nsfw    will    be     prevalent,    and    trigger    warnings    apply.    minors    &.    personals    will    be     executed    on    sight.    not    always     spoiler    free,    but    spoilers    tagged.    Low   to   medium   activity,   accepting   memes   &   plotting.   Beta   editor. 

                        [      est.  12/23  .        ]     28   .   worshipped   by   ares   .   gmt   .

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐈𝐒  𝐈𝐓  𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐀  𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄  𝐈𝐅  𝐈𝐌  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ?

𝐀  𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘  𝐈𝐍: narcissistic personality disorder, emotional detachment, Corruption of power, Violent tendencies, Abuse, murder, descended Royal Lineage, the unpredictability of a manipulative, sadistic and temperamental self- proclaimed god.

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Carrd.     Promo.     Starter call. ㅤMobile nav.      Prompts.        

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[llimerrence]

@tournesolette said:

i just fucking unfollowed you tryning to send this fuck me ♕ ♥ ♦

i was wondering what happened lmaoo

♕ for me to describe favorite rp character of someone else’s

okay, so for OCS, i love @plasticsouled's Capri, because that was the funniest thing how we just spiderman meme'd ourselves without realizing it. whereas for canon, i gotta call out @thcsevoices for, well, all their characters lmao but specifically L's potrayal of Varian.

♥ for me to describe a favorite rp ship of mine.

it might be a bit of a cop out but , L's varian and alice. the sort-of enimes to lovers trope got me good. but also, yakko and cyra hold a special spot in my heart. specifically the development me and u (doll) have done/???? wild

♦ for me to describe a plot that I’ve been wanting to do.

when will i get the arranged marriage plot of my dreamsssss ps: yell at me to rb stuff to my wishlist tag. i have that. why dont i use it

[fideidefenswhore]

♕ Anne-achronism ♕

{ that's the only way you’re getting off these days: saying my name in your pillow 👄 }

manic pixie dream girl { you just wanted me to make your life more interesting }

girl of my dreams { now singing the sad girl songs is overdone }

mastermind { if you fail to plan, you plan to fail }

new tradition { mess with all the fairytales, there’s no queen }

problem { that girl is a-- }

the man { when everyone believes you...what’s that like? }

sex yeah { all my life i’ve tried to fight what history, has given me }

main character { make all the models anxious }

you’re not special { i’m starring in your movie, but you’re not that special to me }

snow on the beach { my smile looks like i won a contest, and to hide that would seem so dishonest }

plot line { clear out the room, i don’t have space for your ego to bruise } 

anti-hero { have you heard that my covert narcissism is disguised as altruism, like some kind of congressman? }

u turn me on (but you give me depression) { i embarass myself ‘til i need witness protection }

dear denny { pretty, toxic, wannabe fuckboy }

10 things i hate about you { only six seconds and i had to fake it }

07 britney { they took my soul as a souveneir, but the show goes on... }

twinkle twinkle { boy you should be crying, i’m a fucking diamond }

f u anthem { your conversation piece for all your fake-ass friends who think they’re rockstars-- }

dancing on my own { i’m giving it my all, but i’m not the one you’re taking home }

WISH U HELL{ maybe then you’ll know what it feels like to see outside yourself } 

i, revenge { did you think i was blinded by your lies? }

i hope ur miserable until ur dead { i hope you never fall in love again. i hope you be yourself and lose your friends. i hope they call you out for shit you said. }

[whittcker]

♕ ( n/a / 25 / cis man / he/him ) — did you see WHITTAKER EAGAN wandering around the island today? they kind of look like TIMOTHEE CHALAMET from certain angles? i heard around town that the PhD STUDENT is INTELLIGENT, and COY, but also IMPETUOUS, and CONNIVING. people say that they remind them of CIGARETTE SMOKE, A WOLFISH SMILE, and BLOWN-OUT PUPILS, and CALL IT FATE, CALL IT KARMA by THE STROKES is definitely their theme song. they seem like a nice enough person, but we all know how hard it is to keep a pristine reputation in a small town. ( c / 22 / pst / she/they ) 

hiii everyone ! i'm c and this is my baby whittaker ( feel free to call him "whit" bc he prefers that ). he's getting his phd in english at harvard and is spending some time off in kings haven to try to work on poetry, away from it all. ( at least that's what he tells people ... ) pls feel free to hit me up in the group discord to plot !! read below for more info abt him :)

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: whittaker james eagan

NICKNAME(S): " whit " ( he prefers it strongly over his full name, which he considers too long and "pretentious" )

AGE: twenty-five

DATE OF BIRTH: february 14th, 1998

HOMETOWN: sonoma, california

CURRENT LOCATION: kings haven, ma

GENDER: cis male

PRONOUNS: he/him

ORIENTATION: bisexual

RELIGION: atheist

OCCUPATION: phd student at harvard university

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: small apartment

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english, minimal american sign language which he took for his language requirement in undergrad

ACCENT: american

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: timothee chalamet

HAIR COLOUR: dark brown

EYE COLOUR: piercing green

HEIGHT: 5'10"

WEIGHT: approx. 150 lbs.

BUILD: lanky and thin

TATTOOS: a couple of small tattoos on his arms and ankles, nothing big

PIERCINGS: none

CLOTHING STYLE: usually some loose trousers, a t-shirt and a jacket if he's trying to be casual ( click for example ! ) and he's no stranger to dressing up a bit due to his father's wealth, but he still keeps it pretty lowkey ( click ! )

USUAL EXPRESSION: slightly smug, like he knows something you don't

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: his stark black hair is what most people notice first about him, and then his eyes

HEALTH

PHYSICAL AILMENTS: none, though he catches colds very easily

NEUROLOGICAL CONDITIONS: none

ALLERGIES: pollen

SLEEPING HABITS: he's a pretty light sleeper and will knock back some nyquil if he has to in order to sleep

EATING HABITS: he has a pretty intense appetite, and enjoys finer foods

EXERCISE HABITS: he runs for cardio exercise but doesn't do a whole lot of weightlifting

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: he would say he's "fine" but the people around him would probably disagree. he's a very erratic person

SOCIABILITY: he's somehow both antisocial and never alone. he's very quiet most of the time and keeps to himself, but he parties a lot. most of his friends are party rats who don't actually care about him. they're always prowling for the next place to sneak into. he uses his dad's money to get into rich people's houses, only to steal something expensive just for the thrill.

BODY TEMPERATURE: his hands are always cold

ADDICTIONS: he would say none, but some might say otherwise ... especially nicotine

DRUG USE: heavy

ALCOHOL USE: heavy

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: wildly intelligent, softspoken, excellent listener, creative, generally nice to strangers, witty, spontaneous, thrill-seeking, articulate, gentle

NEGATIVE TRAITS: erratic, unpredictable, often irritable, slightly elitist, somewhat snobbish, curt, garrulous, ostentatious

FEARS: honestly, none

HOBBIES: drinking, writing poetry, running, rock climbing, painting, reading, drawing, going to museums and galleries

HABITS: biting his nails, playing with the tags on his shirts

FAVOURITES

WEATHER: springtime-warm with just the slightest bit of rain; bonus points if it's sunny at the same time, so the rain catches the light

COLOUR: sky blue

MUSIC: jeff buckley, the strokes, fleetwood mac, the doors, the smiths, kate bush

MOVIE: he has a hard time choosing a favorite movie since it changes a lot, but right now he'd say the banshees of inisherin

SPORT: he was a huge hockey fan as a kid; that's since faded but he still knows a lot about hockey and watches it when he's homesick

BEVERAGE: a whiskey sour

FOOD: any pasta dish, bonus points if it has seafood in it

ANIMAL: he's a cat person, so probably cats, but he also really likes deep sea creatures 'cause they're weird looking

FAMILY

FATHER: james eagan, 55, lives in california

MOTHER: candace eagan (nee quincy), 54, lives in california

SIBLING(S): noah hayes, half - brother ( unbeknowst to him ), tom holland

PET(S): none

FINANCIAL STATUS: very, very well-off

THINGS TO KNOW

whittaker was born in 1998 to an extremely wealthy family. the eagans are well-known in sonoma for their heritage wine vineyard. whit has many childhood memories of running between the grapevines, playing chase with his mother and the family dog.

his father loves him, but has extremely high expectations of him and is the entire reason he's getting a phd. if it were up to him he would've quit after undergrad and sailed on his dad's coattails for the rest of his life, but alas !

whit is a pretty quiet guy - he doesn't go out of his way to talk to people and spends a lot of time in coffee shops and cafes, writing or reading.

he's generally nice. like, he likes to chat, will entertain a good conversation, and is naturally quite charming, but ......

whittaker is a fucking snob. like, if you picture what a harvard english major is like, that's whit. he's nice, sure, and relatively friendly, but he's definitely a rich kid. and he has no idea why people think he's "out of touch," which is even worse.

he's insanely smart. like, a genius. which makes the snob thing worse. sometimes he goes off on tangents about things without realizing it and definitely doesn't realize that it probably comes off condescending sometimes.

he is the definition of a trust fund kid, too. he's never worked a day in his life.

he does hate his family's wealth though -- he doesn't like the reputation it gives him.

he's a huge flirt, but like, not in an overt way -- he's just used to getting what he wants and will charm his way into having it !

he's never been in a relationship - sleeps around a LOT

noah hayes is his half-brother, although he doesn't know that. his dad has literally never told him about his little fling before he was born, let alone about the son that bore from it.

CONFIDENTIAL: whittaker tells everyone that he's in kings haven to take a break from studying and to write poetry, which is somewhat true, but he's also here because his parents are getting concerned about his habits ( read: his alcohol & drug use ). they don't know the true extent of it, but they know he's struggling with something and they're hoping some time away from his usual environment will help. so, they put him up in kings haven free-of-charge for as long as he wants, and whittaker likes it here so far.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

hookups ! he gets around quite a bit ( f / m / nb )

friends ... real ones. back at harvard he tends to self-isolate so he's still kind of learning how to actually hold down a real meaningful relationship. ( f / m / nb )

a good ol' unrequited love plot would be sweeeeet. in either direction ! ( f / m / nb )

people who think he's an asshole, bc there's gotta be at least a couple ! ( f / m / nb )

[gentlemanthiief]

♕ greetings, guys gals and nonbinary pals!

things are just about set up on this blog, minus some other misc headcanons, open starters and things that i’ll be throwing into the queue. i’ll probably be making some starter calls throughout the week as well as start reblogging some ask memes. i’m new to the fandom so i’m excited to meet some new people! go ahead and like this post if you’d like to plot sometime ! ☆☆☆

[stormbcrn]

i'm going to be offline today bc i have a friend coming in from out of town!! but if you want to plot something with me, i have some verse specific plotting calls for my ward verse, post-s8 non-mad queen verse, and my canon s1 verse available (these are just the ones i've been inspired to make graphics for, all verses are open for plotting and here's my verse page if you're interested!)

[camilaxmonroe]

♕ ( muse e / 27 / cis woman / she, her, hers ) — did you see CAMILA MONROE wandering around the island today? they kind of look like ALEXA DEMIE from certain angles? i heard around town that the PERSONAL ASSISTANT/CAM GIRL/CON-ARTIST is RESILIENT, and ALLURING, but also MANIPULATIVE, and INTANGIBLE. people say that they remind them of THE SOUND OF 6 INCH HEELS THAT COME WITH A TRAIL OF BROKEN HEARTS, MARKS LEFT ON COLLAR BONES, and MAKING SURE THE OTHER WAKES UP TO AN EMPTY BED, and STUPID by ASHNIKKO is definitely their theme song. they seem like a nice enough person, but we all know how hard it is to keep a pristine reputation in a small town. 

+ camila monroe was born in miami, florida. she grew up in a tiny house filled with helluva amounts of family members because no one could really afford a place of their own, and her own parents needed help in keeping up with the bills. 

+ she’s super just why…. literally the only way i can describe her is that she is vindictive and conceited and doesn’t give a single fuck about anything or anyone? she’s dedicated to living her life the way she wants to, by her rules and hers alone.

+ ^that was all seen throughout her growing up. she would often skip class or just not show up at all. but even though she wouldn’t be present, she still passed the classes. rumor on the street it was cause she would fuck her teachers but I mean, who knows.

+ basically this bitch feels nothing so she gotta live it up on that fast and dangerous lifestyle. no regrets kiddos. drugs? she’s in. sex? she’s in. anything “risky” she’s into it.

+ cause of the lifestyle of her parents working nonstop, she was never really raised by anyone. it was mostly her raising herself and then the teachers at school if/when she showed up.

+ cam is very reckless. she isn’t used to people sticking around. she likes to cause unnecessary drama just for the rise of it all. just chaotic evil 24/7. she’s the first to throw hands always. she’s super sarcastic but can cause accidental humor out of it but then will glare at you for laughing if she hasn’t hired a hitman. uh, she is a very fun person to hang with though if she’s cool with you. if you somehow find her calling you a friend or sticking up for you, you got yourself a warrior though ngl. 

+ she is newer to kings haven, attracted to the high-end class of people. her ‘personal assistant’ job is a cover up for her cam girl and con artist work. she started conning guys back in high school, and saw it as a niche - it’s how she keeps up with her high-societal facade. 

+++ trauma, trauma, trauma, trauma…. ect. i like to keep her shit pretty private cause she lies about half of it so people don’t ask anyway *shrugs*

+++ she’s a sag sun, aquarius moon, leo rising and her venus is in scorpio so like…. toxic lol

you can listen to her playlist HERE

JUST LIKE THIS AND YOU KNOW I’LL COME PLOT WITH YOU AND TELL YOU MORE THEN THIS MESS OF AN INTRO

[battlcbornterminated]

SETH GECKO TAG DUMP

[wonderhevrts]

@rcsengxrten​ gets a plotted starter! 

♕ — Dom poured another drink to a customer, when the coworker who was in the night shift with him came over behind the bar. He looked up at him and tilted his head a bit. He hadn’t seen him before, so he must’ve been someone new. “Hey there.” Dom flashed a smile to him. “I’m Dominic, but you can call me Dom. Are you new?” He hoped that this guy would at least be talkative too, so the shift wouldn’t be too awkward, or boring without someone to talk to, in between serving drinks. He was cute tho, Dom had to acknowledge that. Seemed to be around the same age as himself, too. 

[wongyuseokie]

Crossing Lines | w.j.h

Summary: Your boss is a dangerous man, and you foolishly messed up his schedule, now he’s pissed and you’re the only one that can fix the problem you caused. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ☁︎ angst |  ♥ completed works

Word Count:  2516 words

Pairings: Mafia! Wen Junhui x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, angst (minor), smut. PWP (it’s got the briefest plot ever) Content Warnings: Jun is a member of the mafia or an organised crime unit, I guess. It’s never really discussed. Think Vincenzo. Mentions of blood and death (nothing descriptive). A knife is used to take off a shirt, but there’s no blood. Is cuddling a warning? Jun is actually just a softie too. Jun threatens to kill her once, but it's part of the dirty talk. She calls him sir but it’s not kinky. 

Smut Warnings: Dom!Jun, oral sex (female receiving), rough sex, use of a scarf as a gag, fingering. Unprotected sex (don’t do this folks), minor knife play. Name-calling. Multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting. Dirty talk. 

Authors Note: Honestly, I've been bias wrecked so so badly by this man I want to cry. This fic came to life because of @flurrys-creativity sending me thirst traps and giving me scenarios, and somehow it became a full-blown fic and reading this, too 💕 . Thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil for beta'ing this. You brought my smut back to life and made it much more sense. Thank you, my lovely!! 💕 I shall send you more DK thirst traps as a thank you. Thank you also to @here4btsfics for always letting me thirst and cry over Jun because, look at him, thank you for reading and thirsting over Jun with me ❤️ Authors Note 2: Tagging my lovely June @junkissed-replies ❤️

Banner Credits: @classicscreations Cross Posted on AO3 © wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

Working for Seoul’s most notorious crime family wasn’t exactly easy. Being designated as the personal assistant to the family's youngest member was even less ideal. Wen Junhui, typically known only as Jun, was the definition of a walking juxtaposition. His doe eyes sparkled like the night sky, and his body made you ache, with abs sculpted by gods and thighs you wanted to ride until you came all over his trademark black skinny jeans. 

On the other end of the spectrum was Jun’s job, which he referred to as more of a  hobby—killing people. He was ruthless. Noone dared cross him. One wrong word, the slightest misstep, and the poor bastard would be dead on the floor of his den before he could even realize his mistake. 

You had grown oddly accustomed to his brutalities. He had a job, and so did you. Your job was to make sure his demands were met, no matter what they were, so you didn’t become another name in a long list of kills. Except he had a soft spot for you. Or maybe it was that you made something on this already hard man even harder. There was a mutual attraction between you two that you never dared act on. The man was dead inside. 

Today was not a good day. You had checked and double-checked Jun’s schedule, but there was still some miscommunication. Whatever it was led Jun to believe you fucked up his meeting plans with his biggest rival. 

In this world, it meant that he deferred the meeting, which made him a pussy. He was not happy. Actually, that was an understatement. Jun was fuming. In one of those cartoons, smoke would come out of his ears. It would be comical if it weren’t for the fact that he literally killed for a living. 

“Y/N, step into my office now, shut the door, and lock it.” 

You felt chills down your spine and wondered if this was it for you. You’d be dead. He got up from his seat, and damn, why did he have to look so criminally good? All previous fear subsided, at least for a moment, as you took in his appearance. He had his signature leather jacket on with ripped jeans. You cursed your body for being such a traitor, clenching at the sight of him. Jun walked towards you,  eyes trained on you as if you were a target. 

Correction: you were his target. He stopped close to you, too close for the thoughts racing through your head. You could feel his breath on your face. Again, fuck your body for being so turned on when he was looking at you like prey. He placed one arm next to you, both showing his dominance and caging you in. His other one fished his dagger out of his scabbard. Fuck, okay, maybe you were really in trouble. 

He twirled the knife through his fingers with practised ease, making you wonder how many times he’d done it. Actually, it made you wonder how they’d feel in your pussy. You cursed yourself again, telling yourself to get it together. You legitimately might die, and all you could think of was those perfect fingers fucking you. At least your body and mind were in agreement on this one, behaving as inappropriately as possible. 

“Y/N, you messed up my meeting, and now everyone is calling me a pussy.” The knife stilled between his fingers as he spoke.

“Sir, I’m sorry I scheduled your meeting properly, but it just got miscommunicated somehow, and I’m so sorry,” your voice came out in a squeak, and you were fucking scared.

“Did you hear me properly, pretty girl?” That was new. He’d called you a lot of things, but certainly not pretty girl. You nodded, trying to make sense of the nickname. 

“Now, how do I punish you?” He cocked his head to the side like he might be trying to tease you. Except, you knew he used the same line on his victims.

“Sir, it won’t happen again,” you begged.

 “You’re right. It won’t,” he said as he pulled a scarf out of his pocket. You thought it was the same one he used to suffocate those unlucky enough to wind up on his bad side.

“Open your mouth, baby girl,” he demanded. Despite the words, it was a demand. There was no room for negotiation. 

 “Sir, please, I’m so so sorry. never happen again, I swear.” 

His eyes went dark. Not only did you talk back to him, but you defied an order. No one did that, not to him. He took his knife and raised it to your neck. 

Jun slowly trailed the knife down your throat, not breaking your skin, until he reached the top of your shirt. In one clean move, showing a deadly skill, he sliced your shirt open and left you standing there in a black lace bra.

“Do you wear clothes like this so someone can fuck you? Do you know what happens to girls that dress like sluts?” His eyes were on the knife as it trailed down your abdomen as if he didn’t expect any answers. 

“No, Jun, please.” 

He dropped the knife, and his hand went to your throat. The pressure was…actually kind of nice. Well, it would’ve been if you weren’t so scared.

“You are mine. Anyone I hire is my property, so you will do what I say. Speak one more time, and I will kill you, make no mistake. Understood?” You nodded. The rational part of you fought off tears because this man and his reputation were terrifying.

The irrational part of you was turned on, arousal dripping into your panties.

“Open your mouth.” 

You did as he said and tied the scarf tight over your mouth, effectively gagging you. Jun picked up his knife again and sliced your bra open.

“Fuck, Y/N, such pretty little tits. You kept them from me all this time.” He flicked your nipple. You stifled a moan, the irrational winning out. 

Jun smirked, “you can make all the noise you want. Scream if you want. No one will save you. The gag might make it difficult to say much, though.” 

He dropped to his knees and pulled your skirt down. He helped you out of it and groaned at your matching black lace underwear. It was impossible to miss the way your arousal dripped from your cunt onto your thighs. 

Jun grabbed your panties, ripped them, and then slid them off. You barely had a second to consider how counterproductive it was. He stood back up and stripped himself. That sent your mind further into overdrive because you’d seen him shirtless many times, but naked? This would be the first. The second he was bare before you, your eyes went to his penis. It was beautiful–long, hard, and thick. You squirmed in excitement at how it was going to ruin you, how he would ruin you. 

Without a word, Jun grabbed you by your waist and hoisted you onto his shoulders so that he could place you down against his marble table. You were face down, breasts against the cool surface of the marble and hips pressing into the edge. Still dripping in arousal, you had to remind yourself who was standing behind you. This man could kill you just as easily as he could fuck you. You were still considering which way it might go when his hand made sharp contact with your exposed cheek.

“Pretty sluts get this.” 

You trembled and let out a strangled moan. You felt Jun turn you around. Your ass pressed into the table. He removed the scarf around your mouth and kissed you. Despite his demeanour, the kiss was soft and tender as his lips moved against yours. He swiped your lower lip with his tongue, begging for entrance, which you happily granted. He used his tongue to deepen the kiss. 

Suddenly, he pulled away from your mouth and kissed along your jawline, nibbling on your earlobe. His lips moved down to your neck, and he started to suck at the sensitive skin, leaving bite marks as he went. God, your neck would be covered in shades of blue and purple. Not that you cared. 

He moved down to your breasts, flicking his tongue over your nipple. It was a lot of attention as he sucked and gently nibbled each before moving further down your body. By his mouth reached your pussy, you were dripping wet for him. 

Wasting no time, Jun pushed you up, so you were now sitting on the table, the sensation of the cold marble on your bare skin heightening your pleasure. His mouth returned to your cunt, licking into it with quick movements. He flicked his tongue on your clit, then enclosed his lips around it and started to suck. Simultaneously, he put one finger into your cunt and started thrusting. The thrusts only got faster when he saw how immediate your reaction was. His tongue continued moving against your clit as he added another finger. You were going to cum far sooner than you wanted to if he kept this up.

The pace was brutal, and Jun was relentless, not missing a beat as he added another finger. This was so much more than you were used to. Even with the addition of another finger, he kept his tongue working on your clit, alternating between quick flicks and sucking. You wanted to reach out for some sort of support that you knew wasn’t there.

Jun knew you needed support and didn’t care, determined to punish you for your mistake. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, rendering you immobile, and continued the nearly exhausting pace. You found purchase in his hair, the only way to stabilize for even a second. Something finally snapped, and you came hard. You tried to move Jun away from your pussy, it was too sensitive for him to be continuing like he was. 

Except, he showed no mercy. His fingers continued to pump into you, and his face stayed anchored between your legs. It was like he took pleasure in your whimpers as he pushed you even further. He pulled a second orgasm out of you as the screams fell from your lips.  Still, he didn’t relent, continuing to eat you out like you were his favourite meal. You were overstimulated and could feel yourself clenching again another orgasm approaching. When you tried to wriggle free, Jun only gripped your waist harder, pressing you further into the table. 

Finally, he pulled away from your cunt, removing the leg that was draped over his shoulder and wiping his chin unceremoniously. Your whole body was shaking as you tried to breathe deeply enough to recover. It was stupid to think he’d let you do that, though. 

Jun pulled you off the table and turned you back around, once again pushing your body down on the cold marble table. He pushed his cock into you from behind. There wasn’t even time to adjust to his size before he began fucking into you. He knew exactly where to hit, once again setting an impossible pace. You tried to grab the edges of the table and steady yourself as he slammed into you. He fucked you until you hit your fourth orgasm, something you were really enjoying despite the way your body protested the overstimulation. But, fuck did this guy’s stamina go through the roof or something? Before you could process that thought, he turned you around again, so you were lying flat on your back on the table. 

Unsurprisingly, he didn’t give you any time to adjust or catch your breath. Not that you cared, really, you were so blissed out. He pushed his cock inside you, and somehow the pace was even more animalistic as he pounded into your overstimulated body. You let your eyes fall shut, head lolling back, and received a sharp slap against your pussy.

“Look at me when I fuck you, baby,” he demanded. His grip on your waist was so strong that you imagined his fingertips would leave bruises. Your whole body was going to be covered. 

Jun’s breathing got more laboured, and you knew he was finally close. His thrusts became erratic, the final thrust allowing him to release inside of you. Despite his release, he didn’t let you relax as he quickly pushed two fingers inside you. The thrusts caught you off guard, and he curled his fingers to hit you just right each time. You let out a scream as you squirted all over his hands, signalling your fifth orgasm for the night. 

The next morning you woke up wrapped in a soft duvet, not entirely remembering how you had managed to get to the bed. Your entire body was exhausted from the night before, and you thought you could have slept through the rest of the day. Except someone was pressing soft kisses between your shoulder blades. 

“Morning beautiful.” 

You shot up at the sound of Jun’s voice, regretting that decision as your whole body was bruised and battered from the previous night. You tried to clumsily climb out of bed. Jun was quicker, gently grabbing you and pulling you into his arms. 

“I know I went off last night. I lose control when it comes to my work. Sorry that I took it out on you, but you did seem to enjoy it,” Jun explained with a smirk on his handsome face, but you could hear the sincerity in his voice. 

“It’s okay, Sir, I’m sorry, I won’t ever make a mistake again.” you apologised. You were unsure where you stood now, despite the lesson he’d taught you. 

“No, Y/N, you won’t because you don’t work for me anymore.” 

Your eyes filled with tears. Not only did you need the money, but you also enjoyed last night far more than you should have. The thought of not seeing Jun anymore stung. Jun took notice of your reaction and tightened one arm around you, cupping your face with the other. 

“I mean, I don’t want my girlfriend working for me. I know my job isn’t…traditional, but you’ve seen a lot while working for me. I do like you. I guess yesterday. I truly realised how much I care. But if this is too much, you can ignore the offer and keep your job.” 

“Sir, I-“ you started, unsure what to say. 

“It's Jun, sweet girl. I promise I’ll be there for you and protect you,” Jun interrupted, everything about him much softer than you’d seen before. 

“I know it's a little unconventional, considering I fucked the absolute life out of you, but may I please take you on a date? Your final role as my assistant could just be letting me know if I’m free tonight” 

“You are, and it's a date,” you replied, snuggling further into his embrace. His hold was so soft, and you were so content that you drifted back to sleep, hoping this hadn’t all been a dream.