#or send me an ask and I’ll reply privately

[gutsluttsbelly]

since you still aren’t respecting my boundaries and are still here trying to communicate with me i’ll make another post since you’re still posting anonymous asks. i’m not trying to “air out your business” to my fans YOURE posting asks am i just supposed to ignore them and have you then be upset i’m ignoring you again or respond to them since you posted it to my account? i’m not airing out your businesses you’re pushing things, calling me a lair calling me selfish, saying i’m twisting the narrative and making myself into a victim in multiple long anon asks.

i have asked you to stop. that’s what my main message has been every time i feel like i need to make a post. if you’d like to hash things out send me a private message instead of a 7 paragraph ask that i’m just not supposed to reply to because that’s “airing out your business” about a previous ask you sent me. no, you did not ask how id feel about you coming here. im well aware i do not “own my state” as you put it but you explicitly stated what you wanted. i remember what i read in your messages. i’m not playing victim. you bought a plane ticket to my suburban city and booked a hotel WITHOUT speaking to me, so don’t think to yourself that you “gave me an option” like you stated before. I DONT WANT THIS DRAMA. all i asked was for you to leave me alone and not fly to my city and stay at a hotel after you stated your intentions previously already.

i’m sorry if your feelings are hurt that’s not at all what i was trying to do. but i’ve learned through many years of experience that you need to be stern when your boundaries are crossed and they were, end of story. stop sending me a ton of asks trying to point the blame on me somehow for being upset that you did what you did. stop with the asks, stop with the messages, please just leave me alone.

[javelinbk]

PSA: Don't believe everything you read online

Tl;dr version: there is a user out there who has been plagiarising fics, and they’re still doing it

A while back, I noticed a fic that had quite a few similarities to one of my own. There were about six instances in total, but it was nothing too obvious - snippets of dialogue and emotional beats etc, and there was no way to prove intent. So I let it go.

But then it happened again with the same writer, with other people’s fics. And this time, it was obvious. Entire paragraphs, entire scenes were copied, almost word for word.

They got called out on it. They denied it of course, claimed it was unintentional and that they’d asked permission with each writer personally - which is not only nonsensical (how can you accidentally do something that you’ve pre-agreed?) but also just untrue. The authors were contacted after the allegations, not before, and were reassured that it was any similarities were circumstantial. Credits were added, words were edited. But at least they'd learnt their lesson.

Except they didn’t. A few weeks ago, they posted another fic, again insisting that, although they’d been ‘inspired’ by someone else’s fic, they’d 'generously' been given the author’s blessing. But once again, they’d copied almost an entire chapter (with just enough changes to make it not exactly the same), which is definitely not what the author was expecting.

It shouldn’t really need saying, but this is not cool. I’m pissed off for the people whose work has been stolen, but I’m also pissed off for the people that have read and commented on these fics.

I’m not going to post their username here. I’m sure a lot of people reading this will know exactly who I mean, and believe it or not I don’t want a witch hunt. I just want it to stop.

So, if you see a fic that claims to have been ‘inspired’ by another one, please check the extent of this. All may not be as it seems.

Edited to add the ao3 terms for reference…

[feygaleh]

kind of want to make a chill/lowkey discord server for me and my cool jewtuals but idk if anyone would be interested

[dragkingsrule]

hey, is it okay if people submit drag kings & things to be featured on here? asking this as a practicing drag king who has met & befriended a ton of talented kings & things & creatures all along the east coast (some of them have been mentioned on here already but a ton of them haven't yet!)

Yeah I do requests! It’s under the ‘guidelines’ in my about post. I love learning about new kings and things. Just send me a name and a social media handle!

[depressedfungus]

I uh now have a riddler tattoo………. I love it

[woundedheartwithin]

Something y’all need to know about me is, if I message you or tag you or send you an ask or comment or address you in the tags, I am NOT expecting an answer! Not ever, and I mean that. I will not get upset if you never reply to it, and this is for two reasons:

1. I know intimately how stressful and scary and exhausting notifications can be, especially when you’re not feeling so great mentally/physically/emotionally, and I will automatically assume this is the case if I don’t get a reply, even if I see you actively posting on my dash

2. I have already forgotten that I sent you something

[atrwriting]

thinking about stripper reader with old man logan.

he came in every week or so — disheveled outfit and hair. he was older, sure — but not in the way most men his age looked. no — the years didn’t wear on him, but whatever he did that day did. his wrinkles weren’t deep, but the bags under his eyes were. his smile lines weren’t permanent, but the distant look in his eyes was. his bones didn’t crack because they were old, but because they were under too much stress. you couldn’t help it — you wanted to take that pain away.

no one wanted to approach him because he seemed to keep to himself — worried he was a creep or something. he was quiet, too — only speaking when he ordered a drink or another after that. he replied in nods or shakes of the head, and his eyes were always on the stage. despite the fact that he tipped well — no one bit.

you were feeling brave that day when you approached him. you kept it simple — black lace teddy, black lace thong, and black heels. hair bouncy with light makeup, hoping to keep the star of the show your eyes and smile. you knew he could see you out of the corner of his eye, and it threatened your confidence — but he had peaked your interest for too long for you to toss and stumble now.

“hey, handsome,” you spoke, keeping your tone light. “need another?”

he didn’t cock his head towards you, keeping his gaze in front. he swirled the small sip of whisky left in his glass, appearing to contemplate your question. after a moment, he responded, “dancers don’t take drink orders, darlin’.”

“no,” you spoke, laughing slightly. you bent at the hips, hoping to be lower than his eye line. “but they don’t when they give private dances — interested?”

“no, thanks.”

his voice was final — and even though you were disappointed, you didn’t want to push it. you stood then, taking a step back. “okay — i’ll send a waitress over.”

after working the room — it was your turn to take one of the side stages. you had your pick of which — but you decided to keep it as far away from the man as possible. if he didn’t want to be bothered, who were you to threaten a good tip? curiosity would not be killing the cat tonight — especially not when there was more money to be made.

a few men had gathered during your set, throwing a few dollar bills here and there as you swung your hips to the music. you had switched into a falls cowboys cheerleader outfit — white shorts, blue top, and white bra. cliche and overdone, but by the look of your tips — you couldn’t care less.

you also couldn’t care less when you noticed a set of eyes on you — the man’s.

he was unashamed in the way he stared at you. he had gotten another round at some point — but wasn’t drinking any of the contents. he simply gripped it tight as he stared at your swaying hips and perfect curves. you bit your lip at the thought of him regretting turning you away, the confidence intoxicating you. before the song ended, you made sure to lock eyes with him — letting you know that this was your stage and your body he was silently and secretly drooling over. when you sent a cheeky wink his way, he shook his head — downing his glass in an instant. you smiled when he stood from his seat, immediately darting for the “vip” lounge in the back that proudly boasted a sign that read “private dances.”

when you made your way into the back room, you were told that a certain someone had specially asked for you. once you made your way back there, you found what you were looking for.

“make me feel young again, darlin’.”

you couldn’t help but smile. he didn’t say it in an insecure way, but in a way that suggested that his day had been too long and too tiring.

“tell me how you like it?”

he didn’t say anything — he just watched you. his eyes never left yours as you flung off your top, exposing your breasts. he drank his entire glass of whisky before you had planted yourself on his thighs. the flesh of your ass was like to pillows, fit for his large hands. he didn’t touch you — but by how hard he gulped, you could tell he wanted to.

“touch me, sugar,” you whispered. “i won’t tell.”

there was hesitation in his eyes, but soon his gaze darkened. restraint had fallen through the cracks, gone and forgotten. was a shame he had already paid for the dance — you would’ve fucked him for free.

now it was time to make it worth his while.

the man beneath you ground your round hips down into his pelvis, groaning at the friction. he hadn’t seen peace or pleasure since never, but it held his facial feature hostage as his nostrils picked up on the scent of your arousal. warm, tangy juices that leaked through the lace in your panties onto the denim of his jeans.

“take off your pants,” you breathed. “i’ll remind you how young you are — if you promise you’ll show me the skill that only comes with age.”

he had you bent over the table, hands behind your back held by his belt. he planted two heavy feet next to each of your ankles, keeping your legs spread and ready for him. his thrusts were hard against the back of your hips as you only had the table’s edge to support you. you felt him repeatedly hit your cervix, wincing at the aggression.

“that’s not the spot, huh, darlin’?” he spat.

you stayed silent — wanting to see how he reacted.

“i can feel it — resistance,” he grunted. “that sweet pussy needs more, doesn’t she?”

his hard, calloused hands rotated your hips so the tip of his cock repeatedly began to smack into the softest and gummiest part of your inner walls. a moan ripped through you like no other — your back arching upwards as your hips desperately tried to meet his thrusts.

“there it is — that’s it, darlin’. come on, fight back.” you could feel the rough skin of his finger tips dig up and into your pelvis, welcoming the pressure. one of his hands moved underneath you — hauling your hips upwards — pressing against your lower abdomen. he could feel the outline of his cock fucking into your womb, stuffing you full. “i can feel how deep you’re takin’ it, darlin’ — pussy so greedy, ain’t she? — always wantin’ more? those young boys just ain’ it? i’ll take care of her, darlin’…”

you were a whining mess beneath him — practically incoherent. he could hear, smell, feel, taste everything you were feeling. he had every part of you in his hands — completely vulnerable to his mercy and touch. and when your hips started to shake — fighting with him and against him — all he could do was force them down as you took his cock. you whined and whine and whinedwhinedwhined for more until the glam makeup began to melt off your face.

the man watched as your body shook for him — him and only him. you found his wrist, holding onto it for dear life as you tired to anchor yourself. the pleasure was too much, causing your head to spin. you could feel the man rub the skin of your ass tenderly, coaxing you into your orgasm. your womb bloomed for him, wanting to suck him dry and never let him go. his groans were animalistic, filling the room as you begged him to fill your pussy. he smacked your ass once, twice, thrice before he pulled out and painted your back with his cum.

once he pulled out, you were still on your stomach on the table as you tried to catch your breath. he bent down to meet your eyes — a youthful glow on his face — before he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“you just ruined men my own age for me.”

“get your things, doll — takin’ you away from here.”

———

depravity - L xoxo lmk what u think ;)

[norrisainz33]

friend of a friend || MV33

☆ summary: max meets his dream girl through his friends good friend, pato o’ward

☆ pairing: max verstappen x mexican!reader

☆ fc & warnings: gala montes & poorly translated spanish and slightly suggestive! you are responsible for the content you consume

☆ requested: yes!! thank you for requesting and apologies for the delay 🫶🏻

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maxverstappen1: enjoying some much needed sun and relaxation before we head to vegas 😴

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user1: max i’ll meow if you need another cat

user2: i’m sorry who in the heck is in the last slide

user4: is he soft launching rn??? at a time like this???

user6: so this is why he still looks happy despite rbr woes

user7: is that his girlfriend?!

user8: max please give us the tea

user9: f1gossip im begging you to figure out who this is

redbullracing: happy you’re getting some r&r max 🤍

ynuser: mi novio es tan bonito [my boyfriend is so pretty]

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user9: now hold up ….. who is this and why did max like

f1gossip: taking note of this interaction

user12: ugh she’s private so we can’t even snoop but she’s followed by pato and elba oward, carlos, rebecca, rbr and checo

user13: this is pato and elba’s childhood friend!!! she’s good friends with them

user12: everyone say thank you user13

user3: the shirtless photos?? the soft launch??? how am i supposed to be normal

charlesleclerc: 👀

user4: i’m gonna miss ur fine ass when i scroll

user5: sometimes you just gotta say damn and move on

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[staying here forever]

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yourbff: in monaco???? no gracias. you can’t leave me like that 😭

ynuser: yes monaco!! it is so beautiful 🥹

yourbff: you’re not just saying that because of a certain man?

ynuser: oh no i am saying that bc of a certain man 😮‍💨 he is a dream come true bestie

yourbff: ugh do elba and pato have any other hot millionaire friends they could set me up with???

ynuser: i’ll ask them im sure they do

yourbff: preferably one who’s name rhymes with pranko dolapinto

ynuser: HAHAHA mi amiga

carlossainz55: te gusta monaco? [you like monaco?]

ynuser: yes!! i love it. you, me, rebecca and max should grab dinner one night while im here!!

carlossainz55: i’d love that

maxverstappen1: you can always move 🤷🏻‍♂️

ynuser: maybe one day 🤔

elbaoward: my work here is done 🥹

ynuser: you are a magician. how’d you know we were perfect for each other?

elbaoward: bc i know my best friend 🤍

ynuser: te amo elba 🫶🏻

redbullracing: can’t wait to see you in vegas!

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patriciooward: gentle mornings with my hermanas

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user12: oh max is in the likes 👀

ynuser: why do you insist on picking the worst photos

patriciooward: it’s my brand

elbaoward: 💁🏻‍♀️

maxverstappen1: send me the last pic

patriciooward: done!

ynuser: PATO wtf

user12: user13 you were right

user1: oh to have gentle mornings with pato 😭

user3: i love that he calls y/n his sister too

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ynuser: la vida últimamente [life lately]

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yourbff: ugh the red hair suits you

ynuser: i agree 🥹

maxverstappen1: prettiest girl in the whole world

ynuser: mi amor 🥹 i love you 🤍

maxverstappen1: te amo

elbaoward: the spanish 😭🥹🩷

maxverstappen1: i’m working on it!

iamrebeccad: dinner last night was so fun. let’s do it again 🤍

ynuser: i’d love that!! see you in vegas darling

patriciooward: oh so you’ll post but not answer my texts

ynuser: yes exactly

friend1: hermosa chica [beautiful girl]

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user2: max emilian the man that you are

user4: screaming crying throwing up. i can’t believe he’s off the market

ynuser: my man my man my man 😍

maxverstappen1: that’s me baby

ynuser: thanks for inviting me to vegas with you

maxverstappen1: schjate you’re invited everywhere with me. i never want to be without you

ynuser: omg you big softie

charlesleclerc: oh she’s got you dressing up now too?

maxverstappen1: i want to look nice for my girl what can i say

charlesleclerc: oh he’s in love

maxverstappen1: 🤭 maybe

user5: i ! can’t believe you’re not wearing skinny jeans. the power she must have

schecoperez: i like this girl 😉

maxverstappen1: me too

user6: the emoji???????? max i’m speechless who are you

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yourbff: god you’re gorgeous. have so much fun at the race baby

ynuser: thank you bebe. vegas is amazing - i am having the best time

yourbff: living vicariously through you 🥹

maxverstappen1: you have no business looking this good especially when there’s nothing i can do about it 😫

ynuser: win me the race and you can have me as a prize later 😉

maxverstappen1: you got it baby

elbaoward: are you in red bull hospitality??? come to mclaren i want to see youuuuu

ynuser: yes i’m in red bull but will cross enemy lines for you gorgeous

patriciooward: hermana donde estas? [sister where are you?]

ynuser: omw patito

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f1gossip: in an interview earlier today max confirmed his relationship with, y/n y/l/n. y/n is childhood friends with elba and pato o’ward and it turns out that the siblings introduced max and y/n in miami earlier this season. the pair hit it off immediately according to max and “it was the closest thing to love at first sight he’d ever experienced.” she’s in attendance today at the grand prix! let us know if you get the chance to meet her and if there’s any further intel you get

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user1: ohhhhh max 🥹

user2: this interview melted my heart. he looked so genuinely happy to be talking about her

user7: i love seeing him happy

user3: i’m obsessed with them already. perhaps my new favorite wag

user4: love at first sight???? i’m not crying! you are!!

user6: the way max also talked about trying to learn spanish for her because she’s mexican and how he’s also trying to teach her some of his language too 🥹😭

user8: this is the sweetest thing. that is true love idc what any of yall say

user5: i hope a love like this finds me one day

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maxverstappen1: vegas you were a fun one - thanks for having me and y/n/n!

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user2: y/n/n 😭

user4: crying my eyes out

user6: yayyy maxie!!! glad to see you on the podium again

ynuser: te amo mucho vegas 🤍

maxverstappen1: and you te amo mucho me too right?

ynuser: omg yes maxie. i love you endlessly

user14: SIMP

user15: max asking for validation has done something to me.

charlesleclerc: great drive max!

patriciooward: take care of my girl ok?

maxverstappen1: you got it pato! no need to worry

redbullracing: our champion 💪🏻

user8: jealousy isn’t cute on me but here we are

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a/n: thank you for reading!! reblogs, feedback and likes are very appreciated 🫶🏻

ﾟ. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ﾟ

disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

© norrisainz33 || please do not rewrite, translate, or copy any of my works posted here on to any other platform

[babydollmarauders]

MISTLETOE MAKE UP — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

summary: in which luke plays christmas cupid after watching jack mope around missing his ex-girlfriend. (6.2k words)

notes: honestly hard to believe that this is my final hockey fic, i just wanna say thank you to everyone who has interacted with any of my fics because i really appreciate all the love and kindness that’s spread on here, and a big thank you to @thedevilrisen for allowing me the honor of participating in this wonderful Ho Ho Hockey event as my farewell to NHL fic writing 🤍 i hope you all enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it 🤍

“i’ll pay you.”

desperation drips from the lowly whispered words as Luke unlaces his skates from beside his captain.

“i don’t want your money.” Nico rolls his eyes at the young player, matching his hushed tone. both men give a quick once over at their teammate across the locker room before their heads dip low, bowing together to continue their private conversation, “why are you so set on this?”

“i can’t answer that.” Luke huffs out quickly, Nico’s curiosity rising farther, “can you just make it happen?”

Nico shrugs, “i guess so. but i want the answer after the party.”

Luke pulls away, kicking off his skates, “that’s fine. if all goes to plan, you’ll understand my plan quicker than that.”

with that, Luke turns away, carrying on in his undressing after the conclusion of practice.

***

“secret santa time! everyone take one name from the hat as i make my way around!” Nico’s voice booms across the locker room, attracting everyone’s attention to the black New Jersey Devils hat grasped in his hand, nearly overflowing with pieces of folded paper inside.

eyes meeting with Luke’s, Nico gives a nearly inconceivable nod, affirming their previous conversation. he makes his way around the locker room, letting each player pick a name out of the hat, purposefully skipping over his close friend until he’s the last to pick.

with a subtle switch of the hat to his other hand, the Devils captain drops one final slip of folded paper into the empty hat before making his way over.

Jack disinterestedly plucks the final piece of paper from the hat, his dulled eyes widening as he reads the name.

“alright, everyone has a name! that’s who you’re getting a gift for!”

“hey, Neeks?” Jack’s voice pipes up.

“NO SWITCHING!” Nico calls out, cutting his fellow forward off before he can get the chance to ask. “see you all for practice tomorrow!”

avoiding Jack’s lingering presence, Nico grabs his things before hauling out of the locker room; leaving his friend behind him, blinking in wonder as he questions what the hell he’s gonna do now.

Nico’s already typing out a quick text as he climbs into his car, hitting send before he even leaves the arena.

to: Y/N

Hey, just did the secret santa drawing. You have Jack. No switches. See you at the party!

***

“i want it to be cute.” her statement causes a chuckle to bubble up Luke’s throat.

“the whole point of an ugly christmas sweater is for it to be ugly, y/n.” his reply earns him a disapproving groan from the other side of the phone.

“you know what i mean,” she lilts, “of course it’ll be an ugly christmas sweater, but there’s a difference between cute ugly and ugly ugly, ya know?”

“uhhh, no? is this a girly thing?” Luke questions his friend as he beeline’s through the crowded department store, knowing exactly what to grab. “like when you used to tell Jack that you would be ready in five minutes but really you meant fifteen minutes but you didn’t wanna say fifteen minutes cause you knew he’d whine?”

“what? you know what, nevermind. i don’t have time for this. thank you for grabbing me a sweater but i have to get back to work, i’ll see you at the party.” her words come out rushed and whispered, cluing Luke in that her break is over and she’s back in the office.

“yeah, i’ll bring the sweater to the party for you. see you.”

his eyes lock on the bright red sweater in front of him, a perfect match to one he knows is laying on the back of a chair in he and Jack’s apartment. pulling her size off the rack, he makes his way to the cashier and pays before heading back out to his car; hiding the sweater in the glovebox so his brother doesn’t see it.

***

the sweater is slightly itchy and she knows he definitely grabbed the wrong size.

“does it fit okay?”

no.

���yeah,” she nods, the perfectly styled curls in her hair bouncing with every bob of her head, “thank you, Lukey. i really appreciate it.“

“it’s no problem.” he swallows, his eyes drifting toward the closed entry of Nico’s apartment, the loud laughter of his team and their significant others carrying through the thick wooden door. “you ready?”

“do you want me to lie? or should i be honest?” her self deprecating chuckle tells Luke all he needs to know.

“isn’t it time you guys faced each other? maybe this is what you need.”

“what i need is a drink,” a deep puff of breath releases from her mouth in an exasperated sigh.

“what am i even doing here? i said yes to coming over a month ago, when i actually belonged here, Luke. nobody wants me here except apparently you and Nico.” Luke’s heart aches at the unshed tears that gather in her eyes, obviously reminiscing on what went down just a month prior.

“no, we all want you here. what you mean is that you don’t think Jack wants you here.” he corrects, “which is also wrong. he may not admit it, but i know he’s looking forward to seeing you.”

“if he wanted to see me, he would call me. or text me. or show up at my damn door.” she mutters dejectedly, “we broke up. he doesn’t wanna see me.”

“y/n-” Luke starts, the truth sitting on the tip of his tongue.

that Jack has been miserable without her.

that he’s been driving Luke crazy asking how she’s doing.

that Jack hasn’t called or texted or shown up at her door because he thinks she doesn’t want to see him.

that he hasn’t been himself since they broke up and that it’s causing Luke to wanna put his head through a wall.

but before Luke can voice any of that, the door beside him swings open, the hinges creaking as his older brother steps into the hall.

“oh,” Jack stops; freezing when he locks eyes with the girl standing just a few feet away, “hey.”

her back steels and for anyone else, it would seem as though y/n is completely unbothered; indifferent to the run-in. but Luke could spot the sadness in her eyes from a mile away.

“hi.” she stammers, the hands in which she grips a gift bag of red and green tissue paper being shoved behind her back.

the hallway is quiet for a moment, the two ex-lovers silently inspecting each other with an identical expression of love and loss; wanting and wishing; pain and desperation.

and when Luke sees they’ve taken notice of their matching sweaters, looking down at themselves before their eyes dart back to each other? he knows, it’s time to get his plan started.

“let’s get this party started!”

taking the lead, Luke enters through the doorway, the two exes following behind him at respectable distances until they arrive into the crowded apartment.

y/n tries to keep close to Luke, but quickly loses track of him as he disappears amongst his teammates.

“Y/N!” a mellow accent calls out, a hefty arm slinging over her shoulder as she sets the aforementioned gift bag on a table of presents.

“hi, Timo.” she smiles, gifting a quick squeeze to the taller man beside her.

but as she hugs one man, her eyes drift to another, accidentally colliding with the icy blue of Jack’s as he stares at his teammate with a look that sends a rack of shivers down her spine.

“i didn’t think you were coming,” the swiss grins, finally taking a step back and letting his arm fall back down to his side. his eyebrows lift as he looks between the former couple, “are you guys back together?”

at the question, Jack coughs, slowly shaking his head as y/n answers, “no- uh, no.”

before Timo can ask any more questions, Luke reappears by her side, filling the gap of space between she and Jack.

“are you coming to get a drink or what?” a knowing smile rests upon his lips, y/n’s eyes narrowing at his chipper attitude.

but the need to take the edge of anxiety off her shoulders overrides any sense of self preservation that she previously held.

“lead the way.”

Luke cocks his head toward the doorway that she knows leads to the kitchen. as she follows behind him, Jack hot on her trail, she’s reminded of all the times she’s been in this apartment before; team parties and hang outs with the guys, accompanying Jack as he dropped things off to his captain, and the very first time he introduced her to his friends.

she nearly runs into Luke’s back as he makes an abrupt stop just inside the kitchen, causing Jack to side step and pause in the entryway beside her in order to avoid bumping into her.

“oh hey, mistletoe!” Luke chimes, a bit too happy as he waves a hand above where the former couple stands.

two heads snap up to look above them, cheeks becoming a ferocious shade of red as they glance between each other and the plant that hangs above their heads.

“ooooh!” a voice sings out in a childishly teasing tone and Jack and y/n look over to see Dougie standing beside Luke, pointing at the dangling mistletoe. his loud tone garners the attention of the many people who hang about the kitchen, several eyes widening as they spot the plant above the exes.

“kiss!” Bree calls out as she sidles up beside her fiancé, “if Dougie and i had to, and Nicole and Jesper had to, and hell, even Timo and Nico had to, then so do you! kiss!”

her words start a chant amongst the crowded area, a dozen or so people loudly chorusing the word “kiss!” over and over, their eyes glued to Jack and y/n, who stand in the doorway with blushing cheeks and sad eyes.

“you don’t have to,” y/n starts, her voice a mere whisper as she tries not to choke on her words.

“it’s okay. let’s just give the people what they want,” Jack cuts her off.

allowing muscle memory to take control, his hand rests upon the nape of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guides her lips to his. as his lips make a featherlight brush against hers, y/n allows her eyes to flutter shut, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and want.

Jack slots his lips against hers, his breath stilling as he reminisces on the time when he could do this freely. the time he wants back so damn badly.

the time before he started that petty argument over her always steaming up the bathroom and leaving a puddle of water outside the shower. before she accused him of starting things just to argue. before he said those six little words. those six stupid words that he’s come to regret more than anything else he’s ever said or done. those six foolish words that have caused him more misery and pain than any injury ever could.

“maybe we should just break up!”

her body melts into his, her hand resting on his chest, settling over his rapidly beating heart. the kiss is just as good as she remembers, still soft and sweet and dripping with feelings of love and comfort. his hands on her skin still fill her with excitement and a sense of security that she’s only ever felt with him.

as he pulls away, she only just stops herself from chasing his lips once more; from stealing his breath one more time and capturing his lips with hers once again.

but she doesn’t do that.

she refrains and allows him to step back, the loss of his touch leaving a chilly breeze in the place his hand had just occupied. and a whole new sense of longing pangs in her chest.

but when they both look back to the crowded kitchen, no one is paying them any attention. the gaggle of people have resumed whatever conversations they had held before the exes arrival.

“a drink,” she whispers, her fingertips tracing over her slightly swollen lips as she walks toward the countertop occupied by several bottles of liquor and soda, “i need a drink.”

but as she reaches for a bottle of berry flavored vodka, she risks one glance over her shoulder, her eyes locking on Jack’s downturned head as he stares at his shoes. his body is still rooted in the entryway, his own hands rubbing over his face as he seems to angrily mutter to himself.

and as she turns back to mixing herself a drink, Jack’s own eyes rise to look at her stiffened shoulders and rigid posture. watching her mix her signature drink of lemonade and berry vodka, all he can do is scold himself and observe as she takes a sip and then turns to greet his captain as he steps up beside her.

and all Jack can think is how badly he wants to taste the sweet and alcoholic taste on her lips as he kisses her again.

without the help of a stupid plant this time.

***

y/n has spent the last hour of her time engaged in conversations with anyone she can talk to; actively avoiding her ex and hoping he can’t see just how flustered that kiss made her feel. and just how badly she wants to do it again.

y/n watches as Luke bounces around the room, taking note that he’s only speaking to the fellow singles of the team.

what is he up to?

“so you and Jack,” her attention is pulled back to the conversation at hand, her face turning towards Nicole once again, “you guys are finally back together?”

y/n opens her mouth to deny, but Nicole just keeps talking, “i mean, it’s about time. everyone knew it would happen, we were just biting our tongues and waiting for Jack to stop being so mopey and get his head out of his ass long enough to apologize for whatever he did.”

Nicole laughs at her own words as y/n blinks in surprise.

mopey? jack was moping?

wasn’t this exactly what he wanted?

what he asked for?

“we’re not together again,” y/n sighs, shaking her head as she allows her eyes to search out her ex for the hundredth time that night, “Luke and Nico said i still had to come, so here i am.”

“oh,” Nicole’s eyes widen, a true deer-in-headlights look if y/n had ever seen one, “i’m sorry, forget i said anything.”

“it’s okay, you’re not the first to ask tonight,” y/n chuckles, a twinge of sarcasm laced within the sound, “and you probably won’t be the last. it’s odd that i’m here, right? i tried to back out and Nico and Luke wouldn’t let me, but i shouldn’t be here, right? this is his territory.”

Nicole shakes her head, her hand coming up to gently rub against y/n’s arm in a comforting motion as she cuts off her rambles, “you have every right to be here. you became friends with everyone here just as much as he did, y/n.”

“i don’t know,” y/n shrugs in a self-pity filled moment, “it feels like maybe i should just go home, you know? i don’t wanna make him any more uncomfortable than i already have.”

Nicole laughs, her head tipping back as a shrill giggle escapes her lips. as she composes herself from her outburst, she gazes at y/n’s furrowed brows and confused expression before pushing her face to look over at Jack, who stands across the room laughing at something Curtis said.

“does that look like he’s uncomfortable to you?” Nicole huffs out another laugh as she shakes her head, “that boy has been looking at you like a lovesick puppy all night. he’s seemed happier tonight than he has after any winning game in this past month.”

“i-”

“gingerbread house time!” Nico’s booming accent sweeps across the apartment, attracting the attention of the entire crowd of people, “get in pairs and go to one of the stations of gingerbread because the best gingerbread house at the end of the hour gets a mystery prize!”

when y/n looks back to Nicole, Jesper has already glued himself to his fiancée’s side, ushering her towards the dining room table.

turning towards where she last saw Luke, y/n is more than a little affronted to see him stood beside Timo at one of the gingerbread house stations; and the more she looks around the room, the more she’s realizing that everyone already seems to be paired up.

everyone except the very person she had hoped would be paired up. the very person who is walking right towards her with an awkwardly bashful smile.

“guess it’s you and me,” Jack shrugs, pushing his hands deep within his front pockets as y/n nods, a pink hue lighting up her cheeks as her shoulder bumps his when they take their place in front of the last available station.

y/n easily takes the lead, the more creative of the two, and Jack is all too happy to just follow her instructions. he watches in silent admiration as she decorates each wall of the house with a white icing bag and attempts to copy her designs on the symmetrical pieces in order for to help finish their house faster.

Jack takes pleasure in the light grazes of their fingers as they stick the walls of the gingerbread house together. noting the blush that creeps upon her cheeks and neck as she giggles when he mocks a salute after each order she makes of him.

they work in tandem, a well-oiled machine as they construct the house, sneaking peeks at other houses as they work; studying their competition.

“i think we’ve got this in the bag,” Jack tells her, his head bowing down to whisper in her ear. her entire body heats as his lips ghost the shell of her ear; a shiver tracing down her spine when the oddly intoxicating scent of mint and beer hits her nostrils, along with the overwhelmingly familiar warmth of his cologne, “poor bastards, i’ve got a secret weapon that they don’t even realize.”

“oh yeah?” a smirk curls at the side of her lips. she pulls away to look in his eyes, a familiar feeling buried deep within them that makes her heart speed up in her chest, “and what’s that?”

Jack grins, electricity buzzing between them as he dips his head lower, their faces inches apart, “you.”

heat pools deep within her stomach, that same fuzzy feeling she used to get when he would flop on top of her in bed after a long day. when he would tease her that it was his ‘recharging’ time and that he needed to hear her heartbeat to remind him that she’s alive and that he was lucky enough for her to choose him out of all the guys in Newark.

y/n loses herself in the memory, zoning out as her eyes focus on watching Jack apply icing the roof of the gingerbread house, whilst her mind is far off in the past.

“time’s up!” Nico’s exclamation pulls her back to the present, Jack’s hand dropping the icing bag on the table. they stand back to study their creation, shoulders bumping as they both nod in agreement of their job well done.

Nico slowly makes his way around the stations, carefully studying each and every gingerbread house until he finally makes it to the former couple, a clap of his hands startling the two ex-lovers.

“i think we have a winner!” Nico shouts, making a wild wave of his hands towards their gingerbread house, “congratulations, Jack and y/n!”

everyone slowly retreats back to the living room, leaving the three of them behind in the dining area.

“here’s your prize,” Nico smirks knowingly, handing y/n a slip of paper, “i suggest using it during the break.”

Jack peers over her shoulder, his close proximity making y/n a little woozy as she feels his chest press against her back while her reads the paper in her hands. the two don’t even notice Nico retreating, too busy staring at the paper.

“a couples massage?” y/n blinks, “what was he planning to do if Timo and Luke had won? were they gonna have a romantic massage together?”

“i think we both know Luke would never win a gingerbread house competition,” Jack laughs, their eyes drawing up to look over at Luke and Timo’s half built house, which is missing a roof and a wall, “i’m pretty sure he ate half their house… and Nate’s.”

the house beside Luke and Timo’s also lacks a wall, and when y/n glances into the living room, she sees Luke idling beside a few of his teammates. a half eaten wall of gingerbread clutched in his grasp, making her choke out a laugh.

“he’s still eating it,” she knocks her body back against Jack’s, pointing his younger brother out to him.

but Jack is too busy to look. too focused on where her back has leaned to rest lazily against his chest, just like she used to do when she began to tire out while they were hanging with his team. when she used to lean back against him, her head resting against his shoulder as his arms wrapped around her midsection, holding her up as she her blinking got slower and heavier. yet she always refused to go, telling him she didn’t want to cut his time with his friends short.

“well, uh, you can have this,” she stammers, stepping away and putting the dreaded distance back between them as she turns and holds the paper out towards Jack.

“no, you can have it,” he shakes his head, pushing her hand back toward her chest, “i wouldn’t be able to put it to use.”

“you think i would?” she blinks, “i’m sure you can give it to your parents or something, just take it.”

“you hold on to it.” he insists, stepping back when she tries to hold the paper back out to him, “maybe you’ll end up needing it.”

“what if i don’t wanna use it with anyone?” she remarks, “you know i don’t feel comfortable doing that kind of stuff with people.”

“you did it with me,” his response makes her freeze, her body tensing at the first verbal acknowledgment of their relationship.

“that was different.” she mutters, tears now burning at the backs of her eyes, trying to push their way out.

“why?” he questions, eyebrows threading together as though to mock confusion, because she knows that he knows why. he just wants to hear her say it.

and how cruel that is.

how cruel he is for making her remind him of how special he was to her; how comfortable he made her.

“because it was you.” her words are a whisper, her voice breaking on several syllables as she sets the paper down on the table.

Jack is fast with a reply, but y/n’s feet are faster, carrying her out of the room and down the hallway before he can get a word out. she locks herself in the bathroom, tears breaking free and flowing down her cheeks.

she’s no longer capable of holding them back. no longer able to pretend any longer that she doesn’t regret walking away; letting him win that argument instead of fighting for them. for him.

“y/n?” a knock sounds at the bathroom door, Luke’s voice carrying through the wood, “you in there?”

clearing her throat, y/n shakes her head in attempt to pull herself together.

“yeah!” she calls back, plucking a tissue from the box on the counter and dabbing at her tear stained cheeks.

“we’re about to do secret santa.” Luke informs her, and y/n nods, though she knows he can’t see her.

“i’ll be right out!” she amends, wiping her nose and throwing the crumpled tissue into the wastebasket.

she’s runs a hand over her hair, making sure she looks presentable before she opens the door to a worrisome Luke.

“are you okay?”

“never better!” she paints on a grin, bumping her hip against his in a cheerful manner as she makes her way past him, making her way back to the living room.

everyone is standing around when she arrives, watching as Dawson opens a gift bag and pulls out a hat, a hoodie, and an extremely broken candy cane.

“thank you, secret santa.” he chuckles, making Curtis nod.

“you’re welcome.” Curtis looks especially pleased with himself, causing the crowded living room to laugh, “the candy cane was Owen’s contribution.”

“that makes more sense.” Dawson laughs, fist bumping Curtis as he sits down on the armrest of the sofa.

“let’s see who’s next,” Nico trails off, plucking a badly wrapped present from the top of the gift table. he reads the name tag on the gift, smirking as he does so, “y/n.”

“oh, okay,” she gives a soft smile, accepting the gift from Nico’s outstretched hands.

peeling off the paper from the heavy gift, y/n’s eyes widen at the black Coach purse she’s been eyeing for months. her heart stops, only two people in this very room knowing how badly she’s been wanting this exact extra roomy purse. but as she holds it in her hands, she feels something hard and heavy on the inside. peering inside the purse, her hands tremble at the sight that greets her. inside the spacious purse, sits a special edition copy of a book she knows she’s pointed out at Barnes & Noble, remarking about how it’s her favorite book. and underneath the gorgeous foiled covered book with sprayed edges, rests two gift cards; one to that very book store, and another to Amazon.

there’s only one person who would know both how badly she’s wanted this purse, and how badly she wanted this special edition copy.

her eyes rise slowly, blinking back even more tears as she gazes across the room at her ex-boyfriend, a d the way her worries at his bottom lip in anxious anticipation of her reaction, confirms her suspicions of who her secret santa was.

“thank you, Jack.” she whispers softly, unsure if he could even hear her, but when he nods in acknowledgment, she knows he did, “i love them.”

“yeah, of course,” he coughs, nodding his head again, attempting extremely hard to keep his composure, “it was no problem.”

“alright!” Nico grins widely, seeming particularly happy as he locks eyes with Luke who idles beside him, “next is…”

Nico picks another gift from the table and reads the name tag before handing it off to someone else. it goes like that for at least fifteen minutes, practically every gift some variation of the same things; a hoodie, a hat, a wallet, a full upper body heating pad, etc.

but while everyone else is watching as gifts are opened and secret santa’s become less secret, y/n’s eyes keep wandering to the man who stands across the room. the one who finds her looking at him more than once.

but can he blame her?

her heart swells in her chest as she peeks back down at her gifts. he knew her so well. he knew exactly what she wanted and he made it happen. and that thought alone had her planning to pull him to the side later. she needed to talk to him, one on one. a real talk this time, not surrounded by people but just them and their words.

“Jack,” Nico smirks, handing the familiar gift bag over to the man of her attention.

y/n watches with bated breath as Jack pulls out the tissue paper at the top of the bag, his hand reaching in to pull out the first gift; a Carhartt half-zip that she had seen him eyeing a couple months ago. she can’t guarantee that he hasn’t gotten any of the gifts for himself in the time they’ve been apart, but she crosses her fingers in hopes that he hasn’t.

she studies Jack’s crooked smile as he eyes the half-zip, and she knows he’s probably already mentally planning an outfit to go with it. which makes her huff a laugh to herself underneath her breath.

Jack then reaches in and pulls out a box, which y/n knows belongs to the kindle she bought two months ago when he made a comment about needing to get himself one as he cuddled up with his head on her stomach whilst she read on hers. Jack’s eyes dart up to hers after he spots the last thing in the bag, opening the shoe box to reveal a brand new pair of golf shoes, the same pair he had showed her a few months prior and said he wanted to get for the next summer.

a wary smile stretches tightly across her lips, hoping and praying to whatever higher power there may be that he doesn’t already have any of the gifts.

“thank you, y/n.” he smiles a wide toothy grin as he puts the gifts back in the bag.

“you’re welcome.”

the routine starts again, the final few people opening their gifts as Jack and y/n glance at each other with longing deep within their eyes.

once the final person has opened their gift, the party resumes to its regularly scheduled holiday music and chatter, and Luke and Nico watch from a corner of the room as Jack and y/n continue to steal glances at each other.

with hesitant steps, they meet in the middle of the living room, y/n’s hands trembling as she builds up her courage.

“i-” “do you-”

they both give an awkward chuckle as they speak over each other.

“you first,” Jack cocks his head as she takes a deep breath, collecting herself.

“do you wanna go somewhere we can talk?” she asks, before clarifying, “in private.”

Jack nods, “yeah, c’mon.”

he leads her down the hallway of doors, stepping into the open guest room as she follows behind him. he takes a seat on the end of the bed, setting his gift bag on the floor beside him.

“thank you for my gifts.” her voice shakes as she stops in front of him, setting her new purse gingerly on the bed before sitting beside him, “you’re very thoughtful. i didn’t think you’d paid that much attention to my yapping.”

Jack’s eyes darken at her sorrowful chuckle, his brows furrowing, “y/n, i listened to everything you said.”

her own eyebrows raise in surprise as he continues, “listening to you talk is my favorite thing in the world.”

is.

not ‘was’.

is.

“oh,” she blinks, trying to decide what to make of his words, “besides hockey, you mean.”

“i said what i said, y/n.” he shakes his head, “i like hearing you talk about things you love and things you’re passionate about.”

her heart skips what she feels is numerous beats as he waves a hand towards the gifts beside her, “you told me about these things a few months ago and i bought them right after you told me.”

“that purse?” he muses, “i bought that online as you were laying on my chest. literally right after you showed it to me for the first time. i didn’t even need to buy any new gifts for the secret santa because i had them all sitting on the top shelf of my closet.”

his eyebrows furrow and his eyes narrow as he corrects himself, “except the book. i pre-ordered that when you showed it to me online but it got here last week.”

her eyes are soft as she observes the man in front of her, soaking in every word he said. blood collects in her cheeks as she regards him, as she comes to realize just how much he loved her.

“i bought your presents a few months ago too,” she quirks, “i was slowly collecting them to give you at christmas but…”

she trails off, refusing to say the words that hang in the air.

they broke up.

they’re not together anymore.

he wanted them to be over.

“y/n,” he starts with a heavy sigh, her eyes trailing back up from the floor to look at his face, “i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry.”

“if i could take back everything i said, i would. i was stressed and i took it out on you and it wasn’t right. i know it wasn’t right. i said things that i regret now. god, i wish you could understand how badly i regret them. as soon as you left, i knew i had fucked up. i wanted to take it all back so bad, but i couldn’t because i said them and you were gone. i didn’t think you would want anything to do with me after that, so i gave you your space and i thought i was doing what was right by leaving you alone, but if i could go back? i never would’ve said we should break up.”

her eyes sting as a single tear trails down her cheek. listening to him express his regret and anger with himself has her desperate to touch him; to comfort him in any way she can.

“i love you, y/n. and i know it’s probably too late, but i just need you to know how sorry i am for what happened, and i need you to know that i do still love you.”

Jack takes a deep breath, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears as he attempts to blink them back, because he doesn’t want her to think he turned on the waterworks to try and make her feel sorry for him. he doesn’t want her to take him back out of pity. he doesn’t expect her to take him back at all.

because he wouldn’t, if he were her.

he couldn’t blame her. he was a jerk, and he hurt her when she didn’t deserve it.

“i’m sorry i left.” her words are raspy and choked, so quiet that Jack can barely make them out. but his head snaps up in surprise as he registers her statement.

“y/n, no-” but before he can tell her she nothing to apologize for, she cuts him off.

“i’m sorry i didn’t fight you harder. i should’ve yelled and screamed if i needed to. i should’ve fought to keep us, and instead i just walked away. and i’m so sorry that i did, Jack.” her voice trembles, cracking on a few syllables as she turns to face him better.

“i love you so much, and i should’ve fought harder to keep you. i knew you were stressed and i knew that you probably weren’t in the right mindset, but i still left. because, i thought once you were feeling better, you would’ve called or texted or shown up or something. but then you didn’t and i realized that maybe i made a mistake by leaving your apartment that night. i realized that maybe i should’ve stayed and fought with you. i should’ve told you ‘no’ when you said we should break up. i should’ve refused. but then i thought, maybe you really did just mean it. maybe i was the reason you were stressed. maybe you truly just didn’t want to be with me anymore. and i had to accept that. but i still haven’t accepted it, because i still want you.”

before she can even think to say more, her mouth is covered by his, a breathless and heated kiss pressed to her lips.

tangling his hands in her hair, Jack pulls her even closer to him, his tongue swiping across her bottom lip. her lips part beneath his, and his tongue slips between them, leaving soft caresses against her own as she lets out a low whimper.

pulling back, they both pant for air, their bodies alight with the soft hum of electricity that sparks when they’re close.

“if you’ll still have me, i still really really want you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing lightly against hers with every move.

with her forehead pressed against his, she nods eagerly, pressing a chaste kiss against his lips, “please.”

“you gonna be my girlfriend again?” he nearly begs, a smile lighting up his face as she nods again, humming an ‘mhm’ in agreement, “i love you, pretty girl.”

“i love you too,” she whispers, coaxing his lips back to hers in another heavy, breathless kiss.

one of his hands travels down her body, bunching under her sweater as her hands grip his in fistfuls at his hips.

“you’re welcome!”

the two newly reunited lovers jolt apart, heads snapping to look at the doorway, Luke idles with his arms crossed against his chest.

“what?” Jack scoffs, scowling at his younger brother.

“you didn’t seriously think tonight happened by fate, did you?” it’s Luke’s turn to scoff, “i asked Nico to make sure you got each other for secret santa, i made sure everyone else was partnered up for the gingerbread houses, i made sure you got matching sweaters, and i made you stop under the mistletoe.”

Luke shakes his head as he continues, “do you know how fucking exhausting it was watching you two mope around for the past month and ask me for updates on each other? you’re welcome! this is the only christmas gift you’re getting from me, so don’t expect anything else.”

Jack and y/n stare at Luke in a daze, astonished by his outburst.

“um, thank you?” she lilts, tilting her head as she watches Luke push off the doorframe and spin around.

“mhm! i’m staying here at Nico’s tonight. you’re welcome! again!”

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Mixed text pt1

✦part2 part3

✦fem!reader

✦characters: third years

✦You meant to send your very spicy little message to your boyfriend. But you didn’t just text him. You accidentally dropped it into the dorm group chat…

Trey Clover

Your text:

“If I sit on your lap again tonight, are you going to finally do something about it, or just pretend to focus on baking?”

Group chat chaos:

Cater: “OKAYYY HELLOOOO?!? 💀💦”

Riddle: “YOU DID WHAT IN THE KITCHEN?!?!”

Ace: “Didn’t need to know this. Deleting my eyes.”

Deuce: “…”

Trey was in the middle of slicing strawberries when the notification hit. He froze. Knife still in hand. His entire soul left his body as his glasses fogged.

“...She didn’t…”

Poor man’s face went cherry red. He immediately DM’d you:

“You sent that to the dorm group chat… sweetheart.”


“Riddle’s having a breakdown.”


“Ace threatened to move out.”

When he finally sees you, he sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“You’re lucky I like you so much… but if you’re going to make me this flustered, at least do it privately next time.”

He’s a blushing mess—but the next time you sit on his lap? He’s not pretending anymore.

Cater Diamond

Your text:

“Thinking about you pulling my hair last night… Maybe tonight I’ll return the favor ”

Group chat chaos:

Trey: “Cater...”

Riddle: “I’m blocking both of you.”

Ace: “I need to bleach my brain.”

Deuce: “I dont get it and I don’t think I wanna…”

Cater read the message and screamed. Like, full-on squawked in his dorm room and nearly threw his phone.

“YO everyone ignore that! She’s just passionate okay?? LMAO delete this from your memories pls~”

Then he slid into your DMs with:

“Babe. You’re killing me here. But also 👀 I’m free at 9…”

Leona Kingscholar

Your text:

“If I tell you I’m not wearing anything under my robe, are you going to come deal with it or keep pretending to nap?”

Group chat chaos:

Ruggie: “WHAT THE HELL BRO 💀💀💀”

Jack: “This chat is NOT safe for minors.”

Leona blinked at the screen once. Twice.

Then groaned, rolled over, and muttered:

“...Stupid herbivore. You just had to hit ‘everyone.’”

He ignored the chaos in the chat completely. The only message he sent was directly to you:

“You’re gonna pay for that. In private. Tonight.”

Later, he showed up at your room, lazily shutting the door behind him.

“You wanna wear nothin’ under your robe? Fine. But now I ain’t letting you leave until you regret sending that to the whole dorm.”

(You are cooked..)

Vil Schoenheit

Your text:

“I’ve been thinking about your hands on my neck all day. Should I wear something pretty tonight? I would let you take it off after”

Group chat chaos:

Epel: “OH MY GREAT SEVENS I DIDNT WANT TO KNOW THAT”

Rook: “Quel passion! Quelle audace! I am weeping!!”

Vil was doing his skincare routine when the notification came in. He read the message. Then dropped his serum bottle.

“...Darling.”

He slowly opened the chat to assess the damage—sighing deeply.

He messaged you with:

“You just turned our entire dorm into a gossip magazine headline.”

“You’ll have to do a lot more than wear something pretty to make up for this little incident.”

But later that night, when he walks in and the door locked? You know exactly how seriously he took it.

Rook Hunt

Your text:

“Do you think anyone would hear if you made me cry your name tonight?”

Group chat chaos:

Vil: “Rook. Handle this.”

Epel: “I’m GONNA PUKE.”

Rook (immediately replying): “Ma chérie, even the wind heard your words~ 💘”

Rook doesn’t panic. He’s delighted. He DMs you in under five seconds:

“Your boldness, your artful seduction—I am in awe! Shall I prepare my chamber for your tears and whispered gasps tonight?”

Later, he pulls you aside with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“If you wished for an audience, mon trésor, all you had to do was ask~”

(You stop sending spicy texts for a month after that.)

Idia Shroud

Your text:

“If I was kneeling under your desk right now, would you keep playing your game or make me earn your attention?”

Group chat chaos:

Ortho: “Um… I think that’s the wrong chat…”

Random Ignihyde student: “I’m logging off forever.”

Idia's soul left his body immediately.

He dropped his phone. His entire room was lit up with ERROR windows. The AI screens around him buzzed with red alerts. He curled into a fetal position and wheezed:

“They’re gonna exile me.”

He didn’t even open the chat. He just messaged you:

“W-WHAT LEVEL OF CHAOS GREMLIN ARE YOU—DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE?!?!”

After he calmed down (3 hours later minimum), he quietly messaged:

“...I haven’t stopped thinking about it, btw.”

You walked fast as you can so you can make it up for him!!

Malleus Draconia

Your text:

“If you come to my room tonight, I promise to be good… I mean… at least in bed.”

Group chat chaos:

Sebek: “BLASPHEMY!! DISGRACE!!”

Silver: “...Pretending I didn’t see that.”

Lilia: “Ohoho~ my boy is all grown up~”

Malleus… doesn’t get embarrassed. Not outwardly. He read your message. Saw Sebek’s meltdown. Then calmly turned off his phone.

Later, he teleported directly to your room.

“You wished to be ‘good,’ did you?”

There was a smirk on his face. A low hum in his chest. And glowing green eyes promising divine punishment.

You deleted that message from the chat… but Diasomnia never forgot.

Lilia Vanrouge

Your text:

“Next time, sit me on your lap like you did last night—just don’t stop halfway this time, old man”

Group chat chaos:

Sebek: “I AM GOING TO END MY LIFE.”

Silver: “I don’t want to know.”

Malleus: “...interesting...”

Lilia didn’t even blink. He cackled so hard, he fell off his bed.

“Fufufu~ Oh, you naughty little thing~”

He replied to the group chat himself:

“She speaks the truth, my dears. And I fully intend to finish what I started~”

You screamed into a pillow.

Later, he winked at you and whispered:

“If you wanted the whole dorm to know how naughty you are, you could’ve just said so~”

Please stop him…

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Look at me✨ feeding the whores ✨💜 (and I love doing it 😌)

[mooningningg]

"ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴋᴇ."

In which you send a picture of your new nails (and engagement ring) to your best friends — but instead of congratulations, they zoom in, analyze, and immediately inform you that the ring is fake.

Suguru, Gojo, Sukuna, Toji, and Choso.

Genre, fluff? Notes, This was requested by @totallygyomeiswife and i love itttt.

SUGURU GETO

You send him the pic with a “nail day 💅 + surprise 💍💖!!!” caption. He doesn’t even respond for a full minute. Then:

“Is this the surprise?”

You: “Yes?" Him: “...You sure?”

He zoomed in. Brightness adjusted. Screenshot sent to Gojo. Reverse image searched. He’s already texting you again.

“Y/N. That ring is plated. I can see the tarnish near the prongs.” “Do you want me to send you articles? Because I will.”

Then softens. Slightly.

“You deserve more than a man who shops on Etsy and lies about it.”

“I know what kind of woman you are. That ring doesn’t even deserve your hand.”

GOJO SATORU

The second he opens your story, he nearly drops his phone. Then double-taps it and texts you with:

“Not you getting engaged with a fucking cereal box ring.”

You: “Satoru—” Him: “No. I’m zooming in. That’s plastic, babe. I’ve seen better rings in claw machines.”

He’s livid. But hides it under sass. Because if he lets himself feel it? He might go feral.

“Tell that man to meet me in the parking lot at 3PM. And bring his receipt.”

“You deserve diamonds that shine brighter than my ego. That shit looks like a jellybean.”

Then later:

“For real, though… If you ever want a second opinion before saying yes to someone, maybe ask someone who knows what you’re actually worth.”

SUKUNA

You send the photo. He replies in .5 seconds with:

“You’re kidding. That’s not the fucking ring, right?” “RIGHT???”

You: “What do you mean 😅” Him: “That cheap-ass tin foil around your finger. That’s what I fuckin’ mean.”

Now he’s typing furiously.

“I know I talk shit a lot but this time I’m dead fucking serious. That rat bastard gave you costume jewelry and expects a lifetime???”

“I swear to god, Y/N, I’ll break his jaw and pawn that ring for spare change.”

And then, quieter:

“You ever decide you want someone who doesn’t insult you with bullshit like that, I’m right here. With the real thing.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO

You show him the ring in person. His eyes track it once, then he hums. Coldly.

“That’s what he gave you?”

You: “Yeah... do you think it’s nice?”

He leans back on the couch, arm thrown over the backrest, jaw ticking.

“Nice?”

“Y/N, I’ve stolen shinier things off drunk salarymen. That ring couldn’t scratch glass if it tried.”

You gape. He just shrugs.

“You deserve better. He should know that.”

“If he really loved you, he wouldn’t put a fake rock on your hand and call it forever.”

Then quieter:

“When you’re ready to stop settling, let me know.”

CHOSO KAMO

You text the group chat. He doesn’t say anything right away. Then he private messages you:

“That’s not real, is it?” “Like, it’s not real real… right?”

You: “What do you mean 😟” Choso: “Y/N… that’s cubic zirconia. I’d bet my life on it. It’s giving vending machine energy.”

You get a second message after that.

“Sorry. You know I love you. But you deserve something that lasts.”

Then, he sends a photo of a ring he found online.

“If it were me… this is what I’d pick for you. Just saying.”

[darkredsugarcookie]

Hi!! I’m new here so I’m sorry if I do this wrong. Just want to send some Thunderbolts!Bucky ideas maybe he called his girlfriend (the reader) for backup (maybe she’s a former shield agent) but didn’t share too many info with the group and they all a little surprised to find out he has a girlfriend

Let me know what you think, thanks!

i absolutely LOVE this!!! Ever since I saw Thunderbolts I've been thinking about almost this exact thing and I got another ask for something similar, so here we are! I'm also tempted to make a part two of this but focus on the two of them more and make it a comfort thing to apologize for my shame room fic LOL

love you 3000!

Signed Up For This

Word count: 1,143

As far as the media knew, the two of you were nothing more than acquaintances. 

But it was a bond that had gone back a lifetime, from when the two of you had first met when you were fresh out of escaping the Red Room, to when he was the contact you had made to get a fresh start on life and he was in the process of trying to make amends with his existence, so he had offered to get coffee. “We both need some… new connections,” he had said, offering that awkward smile that you had fallen for almost as quickly as he’d fallen for you. 

It was your idea to keep it a secret. You knew how he felt about weaknesses and you were currently the only one he really had. If anyone knew the truth… God, it terrified him. The idea of losing the one pure and right thing he’d gained in this side of the century drove him into a panic more often than he’d admit. So he was glad you had brought it up, worried you might be offended or think he was ashamed of you.

Which was what made him making you the head of his security when he decided to run for Congress a little out of the blue, but you took it. Any opportunity to be close. Plus… who said sneaking around at work was for teenagers? 

But tonight, you had a different reason for asking to speak to him in private in the middle of the fundraiser gala. You knew that look on his face. That look that said he was plotting when he very much should not have been. 

“What are you thinking?” you asked, peeking around the corner for a moment before your gaze fixed on him again. It was a miracle his hair had stayed in place, but there was a reason he always made you do it for him. “I can see that look.”

“What look?” he replied, that dumb grin you’d fallen for years ago pulling at his mouth. “I’m not thinking.”

“You are such a liar, James Barnes. I can see it. Whatever you’re thinking, leave it alone. We are past our meddling days.”

“I’m not meddling,” he said. 

You tilted your head. “Do not let this stuff with Valentina get personal. You can’t afford to get in trouble with all this.” 

“The politics don’t—”

“I’m not talking about politics,” you said. “I’m talking about you, Buck. We don’t know for sure what’s going on and we can’t act until we do. Otherwise we’ll be in just as much trouble as she is.”

“I talked to her assistant,” Bucky said. 

“Her assistant? Mel?” 

“Yes. She’s on the fence.” 

“Okay. Tell her to call you when she’s made a decision. Don’t make it your job to change her mind,” you said, taking a step closer. He just stood there a moment, looking you over. Not in that ‘get in the office and take off that dress’ kind of way he normally did, but like he was just taking in your existence. “You told me that my job as your security is to keep you safe. But my job as your fiance is to make sure that we’re not making dumb decisions. Let Mel come to you.”

He nodded, reaching for your waist to tug your body closer. Normally you’d pull away in a setting like this, even hidden, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. Not now. Not when you had that feeling in your stomach that something was just off. And that feeling had never led you astray. “I just make your job harder, don’t I?” he said with a small, teasing smile. 

“You do, but I signed up for it,” you replied. 

“I’ll be good,” he said, nodding. “But… Mel’s just a kid. If she needs help—”

“Help her,” I said. “And if she needs more than that, call me.” 

He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your mouth. “My best girl,” he whispered. 

“Always.”

And you should’ve known after that conversation that it was only a matter of time. Within thirty-six hours, you were sent a pin drop link to some place in the middle of nowhere and a message that just said “need you.”

You’d tugged on that leather uniform jacket you hadn’t touched in a long time and braided back your hair before pulling up to some abandoned garage in the middle of nowhere, intel in hand. You could hear voices from inside, something about a “Bob” and exclamations of words you hardly understood. 

You shoved through the rusted door, swiping up on the tab in your hands. “She took over the old Avengers tower,” you said, approaching and offering Bucky the tablet. “Heat signatures say she has the place crawling with security and I ran facial rec on the guy she brought in early this morning.”

“So guns blazing is the only way in,” Bucky said, reaching to squeeze your hand in a silent thank you. 

You shrugged your shoulders. “Guess so,” you replied before turning to the abstract group of circus people tied up in front of you. And John. “What the hell happened here? Bucky, I told you to just leave Walker alone, he’s been through enough.”

“Who are you?” the little blonde in black asked. If you squinted, you might recognize her. Like some sort of really distant, childhood memory. 

Bucky blew out a breath before you could answer. “She’s my fiance.”

“Your what?” came from all four of them. 

“He’s married?” the brunette asked. 

“In the process,” I corrected. 

“How did that happen?” Walker muttered. 

“Oh, that is cute!” the large one exclaimed, seeming to be way too happy considering the circumstance.

You glanced at Bucky, your arms folded over your chest. “This is… who was so important?” 

“They’re witnesses,” Bucky said, giving you a look as if to tell you to be kind. 

A sigh escaped your lips as you looked at the others. “Most ragtag team I’ve ever seen,” you said, shaking your head. “What, exactly, is the plan here?”

“Well, originally, they were my witnesses,” Bucky said, tucking his phone into his back pocket. “But now the agenda looks a little different. Take out Val, help Bob. Then we go home.” 

“Bob?” You asked. “Like Robert?” You took the tablet from his hands and swiped it open. “Yeah, he’s a big deal now. If we’re gonna move, we need to do it fast.” You swapped a knowing look with Bucky as he nodded. “I’ll start the car.” 

As you made your way towards the door, you heard the voices behind you. 

“So you’re really not all bite, huh?” one of the girls said. 

“Someone really does have a soft spot.”

“Isn’t that cute."

And despite yourself, a small smile pulled at your lips.

[criminalyapping]

due for trouble | the secret’s out

the pitt masterlist main masterlist

pairing: jack abbot x f!reader

a/n: finally time for some other beloved pitt characters to join the fray!! also can you tell i’m not the most knowledgeable about how buying a house actually work? bc i can lol

next time is baby shower!!

warnings: unplanned pregnancy, age gap, language

< part 12 | part 14 >

At work, most of Jack’s personal life remains a mystery. He considers himself close to Robby, being genuine friends outside of the walls of the hospital. The others, not so much.

The bottom line is that Jack’s a private guy, and doesn’t want to air out his business to be discussed and speculated about down every hallway of the hospital.

One thing he does love, though, is the feeling of smug satisfaction he feels when he surprises people.

“Ellis, Shen,” he calls to his night-shift coworkers as he sees them, backpacks on and ready to leave early in the morning.

They both turn towards him, waiting.

“What are you guys doing on Saturday afternoon?” he asks.

They both open their mouths to speak, but Jack interrupts them before they can make a sound.

“Well, you’re invited to a baby shower, so actually don’t do anything,” he instructs with a carefully crafted look on neutrality on his face. “My house, 1pm.” he finishes with a smile.

The two doctors in front of him gape, questioning looks on their faces as they stare him down. He keeps his smile bright.

Shen snaps out of it first, unflappable as always.

“Cool man, I’ll be there.” he agrees.

Ellis shakes her head in disbelief.

“I’m sorry, I’ll need a few more details,” she says sarcastically, “what?”

“A baby shower.” Jack reiterates.

“Yeah, I got that. For who?” she asks.

“Typically they’re kind of for a baby.” he replies matter of factly.

“Oh my god,” she mutters under her breath. “Who’s pregnant?” she asks.

“My girlfriend.” he tells her with another smile.

“You-“ she stutters, “since when do you-?” she stops herself. Sighing and rolling out her tense shoulders. “Whatever, I’ll be there.” she agrees.

“Awesome, thanks, I’ll send you guys my address.” he smiles, leaving them standing there with unanswered questions as he walks back toward the hub, looking for Robby.

He finds him, hands on his hips as he observes the boards. They had already done turnover, so the ED is alight with movement and all the day shift doctors.

“Hey man,” Jack greets as he claps Robby on the back.

“Hey,” Robby greets as he takes on his glasses.

Dana looks up from her computer, eyeing Jack skeptically.

“You better get out of here Jack, we know you and sunlight don’t get along.” she jokes.

“Yeah, yeah; I’m getting better about it, though.” he says, pointing at her.

“Baby shower, Saturday at one, can you make it?” he asks Robby.

His friend nods his head, “Yeah, yeah I’ll get it covered.” he agrees.

“Invite whoever isn’t working from day shift, just send ‘em my address, they’re all invited.” he tells Robby.

Dana slides herself along the counter closest to the two, looking at Jack expectantly.

“I’m sorry,” she starts, “I think my ears are playing tricks on me. Baby shower?” she asks.

Jack nods. “Obviously, you’re invited too, I hope you’re not working Saturday.”

“I’m not.” she says, deadpan. “You’re having a baby?” she asks, a wide smile crawling over her face.

“Sure am.” he confirms, a matching smile on his.

“Well I’ll be…” she trails off with a grin.

“Invite the people,” he says, turning back to Robby, “and come early to set up.” he tells him.

“Aye aye, captain.” he agrees.

Jack turns and leaves, watching as Dana’s eyes turn to Robby with a look like she’s about to sink her information-seeking claws into him and not let go.

He heads home, eats a quick breakfast, and falls asleep hard.

He’s in the trenches of trying to buy that house, so he wakes up earlier than he wants to be able to exchange some messages with the working public while the day isn’t almost over. Working night shift makes doing normal human tasks much more difficult.

He’s able to exchange a few texts with you while you work, smiling as you tell him about your work problems.

You had sent Jack pictures of decorations you wanted for the baby shower, so he picks himself off the couch to head to a party supply store.

Yes honey, whatever you want honey, he had told you when you stressed to high heaven about how you would have enough time to get all the decorations, send invitations, cook the food, and set up for the party before Saturday came. He volunteered to get the decorations, assured you that you don’t need invitations, and asked what food you wanted to be catered, not made my either of them.

He enjoyed life much more when you weren’t stressed about things that didn’t need to be stressed about, and happily does whatever he can to take some of the stress off of your shoulders.

Today is shaping up to be a good day, he thinks, after dropping the baby bomb on his coworkers, successfully buying everything on the list you had made for him, and especially now, he things looking down at his phone.

He had just gotten an email from his realtor that his offer on the house was accepted, and he was now under contract. With how quickly that went, he has a sliver of hope that they could move in before they have their December baby.

Right now, Jack Abbot could not be happier with his life, and can’t wait for Saturday.

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[greengoblinswifey]

Steamy Nights—Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader

summary— you’re a sheltered college student who recently got your first job as a housekeeper at a fancy hotel. you stumble upon Nicholas Chavez while cleaning and he invites you to his hot tub in his room where one thing leads to another. based on this request.

warnings— age gap(reader is 19) praise kink, slight body worship, fingering, oral(f!receiving), daddy kink, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, mentions of blood, creampie, aftercare.

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You'd just landed your first job, working as a housekeeper at one of the fanciest hotels in the city. The kind of place where top CEOs, celebrities, and influencers stayed. The pay was decent, and it gave you the freedom you longed for, even though you were still adjusting to the hustle of your new life. You had a lot of cleaning to do, and the hours passed by quickly, but today was different. You were already thinking about the freedom you'd have once your shift was over, but you hadn't expected to find what you did next.

As you entered another room to clean, you realized there was no “Do Not Disturb” sign hanging from the door handle. You assumed it was just another room to tidy, so you entered without hesitation. The sight that greeted you, however, left you frozen.

The man standing before you was unreal. His body was sculpted like a Greek statue, muscles rippling under his damp skin, droplets of water glistening on his chest. His hair was still wet from the shower, and he was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. For a moment, you couldn't find your voice.

“Sorry! I—I’m so sorry,” you stammered, your face flushed. “There wasn't a sign on the door and I just thought—”

You tried to turn away quickly, but your gaze was fixed on him, unable to tear yourself away from his presence. Your heart raced, and you couldn’t help but be entranced by his sharp features, the way the towel clung to his waist.

He chuckled softly, his deep voice sending a wave of warmth through your body. “It's fine, princess. Why so nervous?” he asked, his smirk playful yet intense.

You swallowed hard, trying to collect yourself. “I, um, I’m sorry, really.”

He took a step closer, and your breath hitched as he looked you over with what felt like a mixture of curiosity and awe. “Don't worry about it,” he said. “I'm Nicholas by the way, Nicholas Chavez.”

You blinked, a realization dawning on you. Nicholas Chavez. The famous actor. You’d seen him on billboards, in tv shows, and even heard girls talk about him endlessly. He was everywhere. And now, here he was, standing before you in nothing but a towel.

“I, uh, I know who you are,” you stammered, feeling your cheeks heat up even more.

He smiled, eyes softening as he looked at you. “Good. You have a name?”

“Yeah, it's Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said smoothly, his voice low. He took a small step toward you, and you felt your pulse quicken. “So, how old are you?” he asked casually, his gaze lingering on you.

“I’m nineteen,” you replied, feeling a little shy under his attention.

He chuckled, his gaze never leaving you. “Nineteen, huh? You're—full of surprises.”

You blinked, unsure what he meant by that, but his next words made your heart skip a beat.

“How about this,” he said with a sly grin. “When your shift is over, come find me. My private hot tub’s always open. I’ll be waiting.”

For a moment, you hesitated, your mind racing. You’d always been the shy, sheltered girl, but something about the way he spoke, the way he looked at you, it made you feel different. More alive. Maybe this was your chance to break free from your past, to do something bold.

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll come.”

His smile widened, and he gave you a wink before turning away, heading back to the bed. “The door’s always open for you,” he said over his shoulder as he flopped onto the bed, his gaze lingering on you. “Take your time.”

You felt a rush of excitement and nerves all at once. You finished your cleaning quickly, your thoughts buzzing with what was to come. You couldn’t stop thinking about him—about his body, his voice, the way he had looked at you. You felt like you were about to step into a new chapter of your life, one that you had been longing for.

The hours passed slowly, but finally, it was time. You’d made sure to pick out a sexy bathing suit, to wear underneath your clothes. As you approached his room, your heart raced with anticipation. You unlocked the door with your housekeeper’s key and pushed it open, your eyes immediately falling on him.

Nicholas was there, lounging on the bed in nothing but his trunks, his body looking just as perfect as before. He looked up and saw you standing there, and his eyes darkened, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“You came,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction.

You swallowed, nodding. “I— I came.”

As he sat up on the bed, your eyes couldn't help but trace the lines of his muscles, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. He was a vision of pure temptation, and for the first time in your life, you didn’t feel nervous. You felt almost empowered.

You stepped out of your clothes and into the soft light of his hotel suite, the anticipation buzzing in the air. You tugged at the straps of your bathing suit, a sudden surge of confidence rushing through you as you revealed the simple yet daring swimwear underneath. His eyes flickered, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you, his gaze darkening with something deeper.

“Fuck,” he murmured, his voice low and appreciative. “You’re gorgeous. Look at you.”

Your heart raced at his words, the heat in your cheeks making you feel more alive than you ever. You gave him a shy smile, but he could see through it, he knew exactly how his words were making you feel. He moved toward you, his tall frame casting a shadow over you as his hands gently took you in his arms.

“Let’s go,” he said, his voice steady and warm. You squealed in surprise as he effortlessly swept you off your feet, carrying you toward the hot tub on the balcony. The steam rising from the water mingled with the cool night air, creating a perfect atmosphere that made your pulse race even faster.

He set you down gently, the water soothing against your skin as he stepped in after you, his eyes never leaving yours. There was something magnetic about him, something raw and unspoken. He was powerful, confident, and completely in control, yet there was a kindness in his gaze that made you feel like the only person in the world.

“So, tell me about yourself,” he asked, his voice smooth like velvet. His hand brushed against your back, sending a shiver down your spine as you felt the warmth of his touch.

You took a breath, trying to steady yourself. “Well, I’m new to all of this. I grew up a little sheltered, honestly. But I’m in college now, and I wanted to break out of my shell—experience things for myself.”

Nicholas’ eyes softened with understanding, and he gave you a small nod. “I like that,” he said, his voice deepening. “You’ve got spirit.”

You could feel your heart flutter, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little nervously. “I guess I’m just tired of playing it safe.”

He stepped closer, his breath warm against your ear as he leaned in just enough to make you dizzy. “What if I told you that you don’t have to play it safe anymore?” His hand found your cheek, cupping it gently as he held your gaze. “What if I told you there’s so much more to explore, if you’re willing?”

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you nodded, not trusting your voice for a moment. His words had unlocked something inside you, something that felt like a new beginning.

“What do you have in mind?” you asked, barely above a whisper. You could feel the tension between you two, the chemistry so thick you could almost taste it.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “A lot of things. Are you down for anything?”

You could feel your pulse spike, the weight of his question making your stomach flip with excitement. “Yes,” you breathed, your voice barely audible, but the conviction behind it was clear. You were ready. Ready to let go and experience everything that this night had to offer.

Nicholas didn’t need any more encouragement. Slowly, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was slow at first. But then the kiss deepened, his hands sliding to your waist, pulling you closer to him. You responded eagerly, your body moving against his as you got lost in the moment. His mouth was hungry, but gentle, as if savoring every second.

He broke away for a moment, looking down at you with something unreadable in his eyes. He didn’t say anything, but you could feel the heat of his gaze burning into you. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his fingers gently grazing your skin.

Nicholas was so close now, his body radiating warmth as his hands gently traced the contours of your body, making you feel things you’d never experienced before. His eyes never left yours, and you could feel the raw hunger in his gaze.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured, his lips barely brushing your ear. “Everything about you is perfect.” His fingers slowly moved up, grazing your side, sending a rush of heat straight to your pussy. He paused, then gently tugged at the strings of your bikini top, his eyes darkening as the fabric loosened. “God,” he breathed, looking at you in awe as the top fell away, exposing your tits to him.

You couldn’t stop the flutter in your chest, the way your pulse quickened at his words. You’d never felt more exposed, yet somehow, with him, it felt right. “So juicy,” he whispered, his voice husky as he lowered his head. His lips brushed the soft curve of your breast, and you gasped softly, unable to stop the soft moans that escaped your lips. “Your moans are hot,” he said.

Your body reacted to every touch, every brush of his hands. His touch felt like fire on your skin, leaving you trembling. The sensation of his hands on your body was overwhelming, and when his fingers gently cupped your breast, you couldn’t help but let out another moan, louder this time.

“God, your boobs are amazing,” he muttered, his breath hot against your skin as his lips found yours again in a hungry kiss. You kissed him back with the same fervor, your body pressing closer to his, feeling the heat of his chest against you. His body was solid, strong, and you could feel every inch of him as he held you close.

His hand moved slowly down your body, his fingers grazing the edge of your bikini bottom. He didn’t rush, he was savoring every moment, as if he knew this was all new to you. His hand lingered there, rubbing over pussy through the fabric, making you squirm slightly. The water splashed around you, but it only heightened the lust between you both.

You moaned softly as he rubbed your clothed pussy faster, sending waves of pleasure through you. Your chest rose and fell with each breath, and the way he looked at you, the way he touched you, made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered in that moment.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands still on your body, his eyes full of desire. “You’re so fucking hot,” he said. There was no mistaking the way he felt—he wanted you, just as much as you wanted him.

With a gentle but insistent pull, he guided you closer, your bodies pressed together, the heat from the water mixing with the heat between you. His lips found yours once more, and as you kissed him back, you felt the world narrowing down to just the two of you, two bodies, two souls connecting in the steam and the quiet night.

What do you want, princess?” His voice was thick with desire, his lips lingering near your ear.

You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding as you thought about what you wanted. “I need to feel more. I need you to make me—make me cum.”

He chuckled softly, his breath warm on your neck. “Good girl,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to your bikini bottom. He was so careful, making sure you were comfortable with every movement. He kissed you again, and this time the kiss was deeper, more urgent, as though he couldn’t wait to explore more of you.

The water splashed lightly around you as you both moved, the sound of your breaths mingling with the soft hum of the jets. His hand moved lower, brushing gently against you. He pulled your strings, easily ripping off your bikini then slipped a finger inside your wetness. You couldn’t help but gasp, the sensation of his fingers inside you unfamiliar yet thrilling.

“I’m a virgin by the way, I should’ve mentioned that earlier.”

“Shit, are you okay, I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, pulling away slightly to look at you. You nodded, your fingers curling into his chest as you pulled him closer.

“Yes, I’m fine,” you whispered, your body reacting instinctively to his finger curling inside you. He slipped another finger inside you, your nails digging into his huge biceps and he took the moment to rub your clit. Your moans and the sound of water splashing was all he could hear.

“Nick— I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice thick with approval. “Cum for me, baby.”

And for the first time in your life, you did. You squirted on his fingers, feeling the tension in your body release as you surrendered to the moment, to him.

“Fucking hell, you look so pretty when you cum, y’know that?” he murmured, brushing your hair from your face.

“Well, it’s the first time I’ve ever done anything like this so, no,” you laughed.

You suddenly realized you were butt ass naked in front of a man for the first time as his eyes raked over your body, drinking you in like you were a sculpture in a museum. Your hands went instinctively to your boobs, covering yourself as he stared too long.

“Oh baby, don’t hide yourself, you’re fucking beautiful,” he murmured, taking your hands and placing it on his bulge. You felt how hard he was, and how big.

Nicholas pulled down his swim trunks, and stepped out of the water in all his glory. The warm water cascaded over his body and all the way down to his cock that was standing at attention. The steam was a paid actor like himself—setting the mood and reflecting the heat between you. He took your hand and helped you out of the hot tub, both of you dripping with arousal and remnants of water.

As you stood there, his towel draped loosely around his waist, you couldn’t help but notice how impossibly broad and strong his frame was. The water glistened off his chest, highlighting his defined muscles, and you felt an involuntary shiver of anticipation.

He stepped closer, his fingers brushing against your skin as he took up a towel and dried you off. You swallowed hard, heart hammering in your chest as his hands lingered just a little longer than necessary, making it hard for you to breathe.

“Come on baby,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding as he led you back toward the bedroom, your pulse quickening with every step. The moment you entered, he closed the door behind you, the weight of his presence filling the room.

Before you could even process what was happening, he pushed you gently onto the bed, your body sinking into the softness of the mattress. The action was quick, but there was nothing hurried about the way he looked at you—there was a quiet intensity in his gaze, like he couldn’t wait to see where this would go.

He stood at the edge of the bed for a moment, watching you as you caught your breath, your body still damp from the hot tub. “You know,” he said, his voice almost a whisper, “you’re absolutely beautiful.” His words sent a wave of heat through you, making you flush as his gaze dropped to your body, his eyes darkening with desire.

You could barely find your voice. “Th-thank you,” you stammered, trying to steady yourself, but the way he was looking at you made it impossible to focus. You weren’t sure if you were nervous or excited, maybe both.

Nicholas moved closer, leaning down until his face was just inches from your glistening pussy. “Can I taste you?” he asked softly, his lips hovering over you.

You nodded, barely able to speak, but your lips parted as he moved in. His mouth moved against your pussy slow at first, tentative almost, as if testing the waters. But as he began licking faster, his hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer to him. You responded by pressing your pussy against him, the heat of his mouth making you dizzy with desire.

“You’re taste so fucking good,” he murmured against your clit, his voice a husky growl. You moaned softly in response, your body already reacting to his tongue all over you. It was the first time anyone had made you feel like this, so exposed and yet so wanted.

Your breath caught in your throat as you gathered the courage to speak. “Shit, daddy, I’m gonna cum,” you whispered.

He smiled, that wicked grin curling at the edges of his lips at the nickname you appointed to him. “Wow, we’ll address that after you cum on my tongue, so go ahead,” he murmured, his voice dripping with approval.

As if your body was waiting for the go ahead, you arched from the bed, your hands immediately gripping his hair as you ground your pussy all over his mouth. You moaned as you squirted and he took the opportunity to slurp every drop of what your pussy had to over.

“Mm— that’s my good girl, you taste like fucking Heaven, sweetheart,” he praised in between his licks.

He moved up to you, his lips glistening with your arousal and you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him and relishing in your savory taste. As you did, you could feel his hard cock pressing against you, his pre cum leaking and smearing on you. It felt so good, you wanted to suck his dick but you needed him to fuck you even more.

“So, daddy kink hmm? Just when I thought you couldn’t get any hotter,” Nicholas said, that gorgeous smirk on his face.

You buried your face in his neck, grinding your pussy against his shaft as you let out small whimpers in his ear. You needed that dick, bad.

“You’re so needy sweetheart, what is it, you want my cock?”

You let out a soft ‘mhmm’ still grinding against him as your body shuddered, if you weren’t careful, you knew you’d cum from just doing that.

“Words baby, I need words, do you want daddy to take your virginity?” he asked. When he saw you, he knew he wanted you for a fun night and more, he would’ve never thought a beautiful woman like you was still a virgin and would be up for a night with him. Let’s be real, if a guy like him asked you to come to his room after hours, he was looking to fuck and you, a virgin, knowingly came to his room. Though, he needed to know you were on board.

“Yes, please, I want you to take my virginity, please fuck me,” you whimpered.

He reached to pull out the nightstand drawer and you knew immediately what he was reaching for.

“N-no condom,” you muttered, grabbing his hand, “I’d like to feel all of you for my first time, i-if that’s okay.”

“‘Course baby, anything for you,” he smiled.

He moved back on top of you, stroking his length and spreading the pre cum all over. Looking at how big he was, you wondered how he would fit.

“You sure you want to do this sweetheart? You can still back out if you want to, the decision is all yours,” he said, concern etched on his face.

“I’m sure Nicholas,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down.

His leaking tip rubbed against your folds, the sound of your wetness filling the hotel room.

“I’m gonna go slow baby but it’s still going to be a bit uncomfortable at first, if it’s gets too painful, all you have to say is stop, yeah?”

You nodded your head and smiled, appreciative of his words, you wouldn’t want to be losing your virginity in any other scenario with anyone else but him.

Slowly, he began easing his cock into you, muttering praises and placing kisses all over your face. Your face contorted from the pain and pleasure and you tried your best to relax so he could move further.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay, the worst part’s gonna be over soon,” he uttered, before placing a kiss on your lips.

He slowly pushed into you more, peppering kisses and cooing at you. You’d never felt to full, your fingers when you touched yourself didn’t compare to how big he was inside you. Your jaw fell agape as the slight pain finally subsided and you were overcome with pleasure.

“Daddy,” you moaned as he began to move at a steady pace, his cocky repeatedly brushing against your sweet spot.

“There she is, there’s daddy’s girl,” he cooed, placing another kiss on your lips.

His words made your pussy clench and a flutter grew in your heart, this man was doing things to you no man had ever done.

“Faster,” you urged, grinding against him.

He granted your wish, pounding into you faster and making your body jolt upwards. Your moans and the sound of skin slapping filled the room and soon, you felt your approaching orgasm.

“So fucking tight, just clenching around me like that, I know you wanna cum, cum on daddy’s cock baby.”

Your nails dug into his back leaving a trail of fire and he pounded into you just the way you liked it.

“Oh fuck— daddy,” you cried, grabbing him and pulling him flush against you. You shuddered as your orgasm ripped through you, your juices soaking the bed as he pulled out.

As he looked down, there was a bit of blood between your legs and on his cock. He quickly grabbed a towel and cleaned you up then himself, placing a kiss on your thigh.

You glimpsed the blood stained towel and buried your face in your hands.

“I— I’m so sorry, I didn’t know—”

He cut you off with a passionate kiss, cupping your cheeks.

“You don’t need to apologize, it’s natural and normal sweetheart.”

You gave him a small smile and he flipped you on top of him swiftly, making you squeal.

“I know it’s your first time but I need you to ride me baby, need to see those fucking tits bounce and have you on top of me.”

“Anything for you,” you smirked, though nervous.

You lined his awaiting cock with your dripping pussy, rubbing it against you and making it drip down his shaft.

“Fucking hell, you’re amazing,” he moaned, bucking his hips.

Slowly, you sank down onto him, both moaning in unison as your warmth and wetness engulfed each other. It was like fireworks exploded, this was everything you had dreamed of. It was a burning stretch but the pain soon turned into pleasure.

You bounced on his cock and he moved his hips to meet your thrusts.

“Oh God— daddy,” you moaned, feeling him hit a whole new spot inside you, you thought was impossible.

“Yeah? You like that? You like riding daddy’s cock? Fucking say it,” he panted.

“I— I love riding daddy’s cock, fuck me harder,” you moaned.

“Good fucking girl.”

He thrusted up into you, grabbing your boobs and playing with your nipples as he did. Your moans were like music to his ears and soon, he felt the familiar feeling of your pussy fluttering and clenching around him like you didn’t want to let him go.

“Squeezing me so fucking tight baby, cum for daddy, soak daddy’s cock.”

Falling on top of him, your body convulsed and your orgasm overtook you, soaking his length and the sheets below you once more. You knew the housekeepers would complain, they always did when the sheets were covered in bodily fluid, hell, you did too, oh the irony.

“Stay just like that baby, daddy’s gonna pump you full of cum,” he murmured.

Nicholas pinned your hands behind your back, the action unusual but making your head swoon.

“Oh, you like that don’t you?” he asked, fucking up into you hard.

“I love it daddy, faster,” you begged.

“As you wish.” His cock began slamming into you faster and soon, you felt the unmistakable feeling of something warm, filling you to the brim.

“That feels so good,” you moaned, grinding against him.

“I know baby, take daddy’s cum, take it in that tight fucking pussy.”

He slowly thrusted into you before he pulled out, the feeling leaving you empty yet fulfilled.

You laid there, tangled in each other, feeling the rise and fall of each other’s chests.

“Did you enjoy yourself beautiful?,” he asked, as you leaned up to look at him.

“More than I could ever imagine.”

He smiled and gave you a kiss on the lips before making his way to the bathroom and coming back with a warm cloth. He cleaned you up, littering kisses as he did.

“You’re so beautiful, I’m so lucky,” he muttered. His words made your heart flutter, would this be a regular occurrence?

“I think I’m lucky too,” you laughed, “a famous actor just took my virginity.”

“And I’d like to take it all over again in the morning, will you stay the night?” he inquired, tossing the cloth on the couch.

“I don’t think I can, I already broke a rule sleeping with a guest but literally sleeping over in a guest’s room? I’d get fired and it’s my first job I—“

He cut you off with a finger over your lips. “Shh, forget who I am? I’ll pull some strings, and even if you do get fired, I’ll easily take care of you.”

You buried your face in his firm chest and he fell onto the bed beside you. The romantic night went on with you tangled in each other’s arms and Nicholas littering kisses all over your face. Who knew being a housekeeper would score you such a big tip.

[amirasainz]

Hiiii, I love your blog so much. I was wondering if you could do Lando, who's girlfriend is a model. It is during the fashion weeks and she is very exhausted but boyfriend Lando takes care of her and is cheering her on the whole time. Thank you bby 💘

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 🧡

Lights, Camera and Flashes

The buzzing chaos of Fashion Month had arrived. Yn was in her element, juggling fittings, rehearsals, and back-to-back shows across New York, London, Milan, and Paris. As the world’s most sought-after model, her name was on every designer’s list. Each city meant new challenges, new outfits, and new pressures.

“Babe, are you sure you’re okay?” Lando asked as they touched down in New York for the first leg of the month.

Yn, seated beside him on the private jet, turned to give him a smile. “I’m fine, Lando. Just excited. It’s going to be a long month, but I’ve done this before.”

He raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Yeah, but this year, you’re in every major show. You’re human, Yn, not a robot.”

“I’ll be fine,” she said firmly, squeezing his hand. “Especially with you here.”

Lando chuckled. “Alright, but remember, the moment you feel off, you tell me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she promised.

---

New York

The energy in New York was electric. Yn stepped into the first fitting at Alexander Wang’s studio, where she was immediately swarmed by assistants and stylists. Lando stayed close but out of the way, watching her work with awe.

“You’re staring again,” Yn teased during a break, catching him leaning against the wall with a goofy grin.

“Can’t help it,” he replied. “You’re incredible.”

Show day arrived, and Lando was front and center in the audience, holding a bouquet of red roses. As the music boomed and Yn stepped onto the runway, he couldn’t contain himself.

“Let’s go, Yn!” he shouted, drawing amused glances from nearby attendees.

Yn strutted down the runway, her confidence radiant. She caught Lando’s eyes briefly, a small smile tugging at her lips. When the show ended, Lando was waiting backstage with his bouquet, pulling her into a tight hug.

“You killed it,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Thanks, babe.”

But as they exited the venue, they were met by a sea of paparazzi. Lando immediately stepped into protective mode, wrapping his arm around Yn’s waist and glaring at anyone who got too close.

“Back up,” he barked, shielding her with his body.

“Lando, it’s okay,” Yn murmured, though she appreciated his protectiveness.

He guided her safely to their car, refusing to let go until they were away from the chaos.

---

London

The second week brought them to London, where Yn had fittings with Burberry and Victoria Beckham. Though she was still riding the high from New York, Lando noticed the subtle changes—her slightly slower pace, the way she leaned on him more often.

“Feeling alright?” he asked one evening as they returned to the hotel.

“Yeah,” she replied, but her voice lacked its usual energy.

Lando wasn’t convinced. After her first show in London, she came backstage to find him waiting with a massive bouquet of lilies.

“You didn’t have to do this again,” she said, though her smile betrayed how much she loved it.

“Of course, I did. You deserve it.”

The paparazzi were even more aggressive in London, shouting questions and shoving cameras in their faces. Lando tightened his grip on Yn’s hand, his jaw set.

“Lando, it’s fine,” she whispered, but he shook his head.

“It’s not fine. They don’t get to treat you like this.”

Once they were safely inside their car, Lando turned to her. “You’re pushing yourself too hard,” he said.

“I can handle it,” she replied softly.

“You shouldn’t have to,” he countered.

---

Milan

By the time they arrived in Milan, Yn’s energy was noticeably lower. Her flawless walk on the runway was still the talk of the industry, but off-stage, she was quieter, more fatigued.

“You’re not eating enough,” Lando pointed out one morning as she picked at her breakfast.

“I’m just not hungry,” she said.

“You’re running on fumes, Yn,” he said, his voice filled with concern.

“I’m fine, Lando,” she insisted, though the dark circles under her eyes told a different story.

Lando doubled down on his support, making sure she had everything she needed. After each show, he was there with flowers, helping her navigate the crowds and shielding her from the paparazzi.

When she came back to the hotel after her third show in Milan, she collapsed onto the bed. Lando didn’t say a word; he simply ordered room service, drew a bath, and set up her favorite playlist.

“Come on, princess,” he said, lifting her gently. “Time to relax.”

---

Paris

By the time they reached Paris, Yn was running on pure determination. Paris Fashion Week was the grand finale, and every major designer wanted her.

Lando could see how hard she was pushing herself, and it worried him.

“Yn, you need to slow down,” he said one evening as they walked back to their suite.

“I can’t,” she replied, her voice cracking. “This is the biggest week of the year.”

“And you’re the biggest model of the year. You’ve already proven yourself,” he argued. “Your health is more important.”

She didn’t respond, but he noticed the tears welling in her eyes.

On the night of her final show, Lando was louder than ever, cheering her on as she walked the runway. When it was over, he met her backstage with the largest bouquet yet.

“You did it,” he said, pulling her into his arms.

“I’m so tired,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face.

“I know, baby. I’ve got you,” he said, kissing her forehead.

---

When they finally returned to their hotel that night, Lando went all out to pamper her. He ordered her favorite food, prepared a warm bubble bath, and queued up her favorite movie.

“Lando,” Yn said as she sank into the bath, “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“You don’t have to,” he said, sitting beside the tub. “You’re my princess, Yn. You deserve the world.”

As the movie played later, Yn curled up in Lando’s arms, her head resting on his chest.

“I couldn’t have done this without you,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

“You don’t have to do anything alone,” he replied, brushing a kiss against her temple. “I’ll always be here for you.”

Yn drifted off to sleep, the exhaustion of the month finally catching up to her. But with Lando by her side, she felt safe, loved, and completely at peace.

And for Lando, there was no greater honor than being her rock.

[serinic]

Inkfluence (04) | JJK

pairing: politician jungkook x journalist reader

warnings: yandere jungkook, murder, crazy kook, abduction, deaths, brief smut

word count: 4.5k

As vile as it sounds, politics has decayed into a ruthless game—where truth is treason, and those who pursue it are silenced, buried beneath the crushing weight of power. You entered the game with eyes wide open, fully aware there may be no escape. But it turned far more sinister when its master took a strange interest in a mere pawn—you.

Jungkook left you in the room and made his way through the crowd, spotting his father as he greeted the guests. Plastering on a fake smile, he approached and stood beside him. Leaning in, Jungkook whispered, “They're in the warehouse. Shall we pay them a visit?”

Jae-won placed a firm hand on his son’s shoulder and offered a proud grin. “I trust you with this, son. I know you can handle them—on your own.”

Jungkook smirked at his father’s words. With a final nod, he turned and headed toward the private exit.

Jungkook stepped into the car and took a moment to compose himself. His right-hand man silently handed him a gun along with a box of bullets.

He began loading it with slow precision, whistling an eerie tune as he worked. A twisted smile crept across his face, and then—he laughed. A low, maniacal sound that filled the car, sending a chill down the spines of the two men seated in front.

They exchanged a nervous glance. They already knew their boss was unhinged—but somehow, he always found new ways to be worse than before.

“Did you two inform the men in the warehouse about the setup?” Jungkook asked, his eyes fixed on the window.

The night felt darker than usual—almost as if it sensed what was about to unfold.

The two men nodded silently. As the car rolled to a stop, they quickly stepped out. One of them moved to Jungkook’s side and opened the door for him without a word.

Five more men approached and bowed. “Boss, they're ready,” one of them said. Jungkook gave a slight nod and tucked the gun behind his back, concealing it beneath his coat. “You all know what to do.”

Without another word, he strode into the room alone. Inside, two elderly men sat on the floor—blindfolded, their hands tightly bound. The air was heavy with silence, thick with anticipation.

When they heard footsteps approaching, the two men instinctively tried to shuffle backward, fear tightening their chests.

Jungkook crouched down to their level and gently pulled off their blindfolds. Their eyes widened in disbelief as they recognized the man before them.

“Mr. Mayor?” one of them breathed out.

Jungkook gave a calm, almost reassuring smile and raised a finger to his lips. “Shh… We’re going to escape.”

Their mouths parted in shock. Confusion flickered in their eyes—why was the mayor here? And more importantly, why would he be the one rescuing them? What had happened to the people who had taken them?

Jungkook untied the ropes binding their hands. Overcome with emotion, the two old men dropped to their knees before him, tears slipping down their cheeks as they quietly wept with relief, whispering repeated thank yous to their unexpected savior.

“Just follow me,” Jungkook said calmly. “I’ve got men waiting in the car. Stay quiet, understood?”

They nodded quickly and followed him in silence toward the exit.

But just as they were about to leave the building, three armed men appeared, guns raised and ready.

Without hesitation, Jungkook drew his weapon and fired—three clean shots. The attackers collapsed before they had a chance to pull their triggers

He turned to the two men, his expression firm. “My car’s not far. Go—leave this place. Don’t look back. I’ll handle the rest.”

Without waiting for a reply, Jungkook motioned for them to run, and they did—disappearing into the night without hesitation.

One of his men stepped beside him.

“Give me another gun,” Jungkook said, his voice low and steady, eyes still fixed on the retreating figures of the two old men.

The man handed Jungkook another gun. He took it without hesitation, a slow, chilling smile creeping across his face.

He raised both weapons and aimed them directly at their heads—then pulled the triggers.

A deafening silence followed the twin blasts.

But he didn’t stop.

Bang. A shot to the back.

Bang. Bang. Another. And another.

Each bullet punched into flesh with ruthless precision. He watched, expression unreadable, as their bodies collapsed to the ground in a tangled heap of blood and stillness.

Without a word, Jungkook turned and handed the weapons back to the man. “Clean this mess,” he said coldly, then walked away—unbothered, untouched, and deadly calm. Jungkook took out his phone and called someone.

“Meet me at my place,” he said flatly, his voice low and final. No names. No explanations. He hung up without waiting for a reply.

……

You wove through the crowd, eyes scanning every direction, desperately searching for Jung-hyun. You accidentally bumped into a woman, quickly muttering,

“I’m so sorry—” But instead of acknowledging your apology, she gave you a cold, unforgiving glare. What else did you expect from people like her?

Then—you spotted him. Jung-hyun.

Relief surged through you. You pushed past a couple, reached him, and tapped his shoulder.

He turned instantly, his posture tense—until he saw your face. His shoulders dropped as he let out a breath of relief.

“There you are,” he murmured. “I’ve been looking everywhere.”

“Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

You met his gaze, panic flickering across your face. Instead of answering, you simply said, “I want to go home now.”

He frowned, clearly wanting to ask what had happened, but he held back. Instead, he nodded and drove you home.

The ride was heavy with silence—neither of you spoke. After what had just happened in that room, the atmosphere felt too tense, too raw.

Jung-hyun kept stealing glances at you, his eyes full of unspoken concern.

After a few hours, you recognized the familiar neighborhood. You glanced at Jung-hyun and said, “Thank you for taking me home. Sorry about tonight—something just came up. Drive safe.”

He gave you a soft, understanding smile in response.

You stepped out of the car and took one last look at him before closing the door and heading inside your apartment. You furrowed your brow as you noticed the lights were off—Jiwoo usually cooked at this hour.

Flicking the switch on, you scanned the apartment, but she was nowhere to be found. You checked the bedroom; still no sign of her. Where could she have gone? She would have called or messaged if she were going to be late.

Reaching into your purse, you pulled out your phone and checked for any messages from her—but there was nothing. You tried calling, but there was no answer. Frustrated, you sent her a text, hoping for a response.

You took off your accessories and carefully placed them in the box. Slowly, you slipped out of the dress and set it aside—you’d wash it by hand later, you reminded yourself.

Grabbing a towel, you headed to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the warm water soothe your tense muscles. But your mind quickly clouded with the events from earlier. You pinched yourself, frustrated. You couldn’t focus—forgot your work, forgot why Jung-hyun had invited you in the first place.

You had failed him. And it was all because of that damn Jungkook.

You closed your eyes, mind slipping back to what happened between you and Jungkook in that room.

His touch. His voice. The way he dominated the moment.

You didn’t know what had gotten into you—but your right hand moved on its own, trailing slowly down your stomach until it found your aching core.

Your fingers pressed gently against your clit, drawing slow circles. A breathy moan escaped your lips.

“Fuck…”

Your eyes snapped open. Realization hits you like a slap. You yanked your hand away, staring at it in disbelief—shaken, breathless.

Did you really just…?

Because of him. Damn you, Jungkook.

……

"Ah!" Jiwoo cried out as Jungkook thrust into her, his movements rough and relentless. The room echoed with the sound of skin against skin, sharp and lewd.

"I'm going to cum, Gguk!" she moaned, eyes rolling back as the tension inside her snapped. Jungkook groaned, continuing to move until he felt his own release approaching. He quickly pulled out, spilling himself onto her back.

Their bodies collapsed onto the bed, both of them panting heavily from the intensity of what just happened.

Jungkook turned to Jiwoo, fingers gently gripping her chin.

"Would you do something for me, baby?" he asked, his voice low and coaxing. Jiwoo pouted at his words.

What is it this time? She already felt like she’d done more than enough—just by living with you.

“What is it?” She blushed when Jungkook suddenly kissed her pouty lips. Oh boy, she would do anything for Jungkook!

“Write everything Lee Seoha did twelve years ago,” he murmured darkly. Jiwoo’s eyes widened in shock.

“But… she’s my mother! I would never!” she snapped, voice trembling.

She tried to move away from him, panic rising in her chest—but Jungkook was faster. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her back, forcing her down onto her stomach.

“Oh, I’m sure you will,” Jungkook said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Drop the article tomorrow.”

Jiwoo winced as his grip on her hair tightened, pain shooting across her scalp. She tried to twist around—until she felt something cold and hard press against her bare back. She froze. Her breath hitched.

It was his gun.

“What do you think, baby?” Jungkook whispered, tightening his grip on Jiwoo’s hair as the barrel of his gun pressed harder against her back.

Jiwoo nodded slowly, her body trembling. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks as her lips quivered, the weight of fear and betrayal sinking in.

“Such a good girl,” he praised, voice low and dark. Jiwoo gasped sharply when Jungkook suddenly entered her again.

‘Shit, I’m late’, you thought, hastily grabbing your things. Just then, your phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number appeared on the screen:

"She’s not who you think she is."

You frowned at the text, confused.

Probably a wrong number, you thought, brushing it off. Or some scammer.

Either way, you didn’t give it much thought and continued on your way.

You sent another message to Jiwoo. She still hadn’t come home, and none of your previous texts had been answered. Worry began to gnaw at your chest.

You ran through the streets, heart pounding, until you finally reached the building where you worked. As always, your eyes lifted to the familiar logo above the entrance—and you couldn’t help but smile. It had become a comforting habit.

You pushed the door open and greeted your co-workers, trying to mask the unease bubbling beneath your calm exterior.

“You’re late,” Jung-hyun said, standing up from where he’d been sitting and walking over to you.

You turned to him with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I was really exhausted last night.”

He smiled back and scratched the back of his head. “It was actually my fault. The venue was pretty far.”

You shook your head. “Not really. Oh—by the way, here are the jewelry pieces.”

You handed him a paper bag. “The dress isn’t clean yet, so I’ll probably return it tomorrow.”

Jung-hyun shook his head. “No, keep it. It’s yours now. Think of it as a gift.”

You gasped softly and quickly tried to refuse. There was no way you could accept something like that—especially from someone you’d just met a week ago. But Jung-hyun was persistent, and eventually, you gave in.

Your cheeks flushed as you looked down. “Thank you,” you murmured, touched by the gesture.

He returned to his office, and you sat back in your chair, diving into work. Your fingers moved wearily across the keyboard, tapping away until the ache made you pause. You stopped midway to massage your tired hands.

Needing a quick break, you grabbed your phone and started scrolling through your feed. As you browsed the latest updates, one article instantly caught your eye:

"The Secret Lee Seoha Buried for Over a Decade."

Your finger hesitated only for a second before tapping on it. The headline alone sent a chill down your spine. You began to read—and with each word, your chest tightened.

Someone had exposed Lee Seoha. The article laid out the details of the incident that happened twelve years ago—the very one that had destroyed your grandfather’s name.

Your heart pounded as you took in every line. It was too thorough, too specific—peeling back layers of deception that had been buried for years.

Your world stopped when you saw the name beneath the article.

Written by: Kim Jiwoo.

Your best friend.

You stared at the screen in disbelief. She wrote it? Jiwoo was the one who exposed Lee Seoha?

Your fingers trembled as you dialed her number, hoping—praying—that she’d pick up. The line rang once... twice…

“Sorry, but the person you are trying to reach isn’t available.”

The automated voice echoed through your office, cold and final.

You lowered the phone slowly, heart pounding. You didn’t know what to feel. Relief—because after all these years, someone finally exposed Seoha for what she did.

Confusion—why Jiwoo? Why would she be the one to uncover it all without telling you? And a quiet ache of sadness—because deep down, you always thought it would be you who would bring the truth to light.

But Jiwoo did it first. And now she was nowhere to be found.

Why wasn’t Jiwoo answering your calls? You pinched the bridge of your nose, the weight of everything pressing down on you. It was all too much—too fast. You couldn’t even begin to process the situation, and yet you had responsibilities that demanded your attention.

You couldn’t just drop everything to go looking for her. You had work to finish. With a heavy sigh, you sat back down, forcing yourself to stay composed.

“I just need to get through this day... then I’ll talk to Jiwoo.”

It was nearly five when you began tidying your desk. You slung your bag over your shoulder and, before leaving, opened the article again.

The comment section was flooded. People were shocked—some demanding answers, others throwing hate. The reactions were split down the middle. Half called it fake news, defending Seoha with fiery loyalty. The rest were furious, accusing her of lies and demanding justice.

You stared at the screen, heart sinking. Jiwoo had stirred a storm—and you were caught right in the middle of it.

The news spread like wildfire.

You had barely stepped out of your office when you overheard your co-workers buzzing about the same article. Their voices were loud with disbelief and curiosity. Some even turned to you, asking if you knew about it—if you believed it. You simply nodded, keeping your face unreadable, and made your way straight to the exit.

Your pace quickened, needing space, needing answers. That’s when Jung-hyun caught up to you, slightly breathless from trying to keep up.

“Hey—wait,” he said between breaths. You looked at him, confused.

“Is something wrong?”

“Do you want a ride?” he offered. “It’s unusually dark today. Looks like a storm’s coming—it’s not safe.”

You hesitated for a second before nodding. Maybe Jiwoo was already at the apartment. You needed to see her, to talk to her—and fast.

“Alright,” you agreed. “Let’s go.”

During the ride, Jung-hyun glanced at you and asked if you had seen the news. He didn’t even need to specify which one—he already knew you had. You sighed, overwhelmed, and began ranting. You told him how shocked you were when you read the article… but what shook you most was who wrote it. Jiwoo. Your best friend.

When the car finally reached your neighborhood, you unbuckled your seatbelt with urgency. “Thanks for the ride,” you said quickly before stepping out and shutting the door behind you.

As you walked toward your apartment building, you noticed the lights were on. But before you could reach the door, you heard it—voices. Loud. Angry. Arguing. You froze, standing still just a few feet away. You couldn’t make out the words clearly, but one stood out: “Mom.”

The crash of something breaking echoed next, followed by a thud that made your skin crawl.

Your heart raced. What the hell is happening? Without thinking, you rushed forward, gripped the doorknob with shaking hands, and twisted it open.

Your body froze, breath hitching as your mind struggled to process what you were seeing. Jiwoo was on the floor, her left hand cradling her reddened cheek. Standing over her, a woman loomed—right hand still slightly raised, as if the slap had just landed.

Then she turned.

And your heart stopped.

Lee Seoha.

The woman you’ve despised for as long as you can remember. The woman responsible for ruining your grandfather’s name. And now, she was here—inside your home—standing in front of your best friend.

Was it because of the article?

Your eyes flicked back and forth between Seoha and Jiwoo, confusion and anger flooding your chest. Jiwoo’s eyes widened the moment she saw you, her lips parting as if to speak… but no words came.

But how did Seoha even find Jiwoo’s address so fast?

Then your mind circled back—“mom.”

You remembered hearing that word just moments ago, and suddenly, something began to click.

Seoha’s husband… what was his name again? You couldn’t recall much, only the surname—Kim.

You’d heard she had two daughters. The eldest: Kim Jia. But the youngest? You’d never known her name.

Your eyes returned to Jiwoo—and the resemblance hit you like a slap. Same eyes. Same jawline. Same damn blood.

You clutched your chest as the realization punched through you. Jiwoo was Lee Seoha’s daughter.

And Seoha was here because of the article her own daughter had written.

You stumbled a step back.

Your hand flew over your mouth, trying to silence the sobs rising in your throat.

She lied to you.

Jiwoo—your best friend. The one you trusted like a sister. She knew. She knew how much you hated that woman.

And she sat there—listening, nodding, comforting you—while you ranted about her own mother.

You quickly ran out of the apartment, ignoring Jiwoo's desperate calls behind you. You didn’t look back. You couldn’t.

Your legs carried you aimlessly through dimly lit streets until you found a bench. You collapsed onto it, letting the sobs you held back finally break free. Your chest ached, your vision blurred with tears.

She lied to you.

But… then why did she expose Seoha?

Your thoughts spun in circles. She revealed her mother’s deepest secrets—did that mean she was genuine? Was she trying to make things right? Was she just too scared to tell you the truth, afraid you’d hate her if you knew?

You didn’t know.

And that uncertainty tore at you more than anything else.

You cried harder, burying your face in your hands.

Suddenly, your phone rang. The screen lit up with an unknown number. You declined the call with a frustrated swipe.

But a few seconds later—it rang again.

You answered it this time, ready to yell at whoever was on the other end for bothering you at such a moment. “Wh—”

Your voice caught in your throat when you heard a voice you recognized instantly.

“Told you, she’s not what you think she is.”

Your body froze. That voice.

Your mind raced back to the message you received earlier that morning. You swallowed hard.

“Jungkook? That was you?” You wiped the tears on your cheeks with trembling fingers, your voice cracked and raw from crying.

“Yes, sweetheart.”

His voice was both menacing and oddly comforting. You didn’t respond right away—your mind was still spiraling from everything that had just unraveled. The realization hadn’t sunk in fully, and yet… it was all right there, crashing down on you like a wave you couldn’t stop.

“How did you even know about that?” you asked timidly, your voice small.

But deep down, you already knew the answer. He was Jeon Jungkook, after all. Politics was his playground, secrets his currency. He knew everything—he always knew.

“I have my ways. I’ll send you a file. Make sure to open it.”

You frowned. A file?

Before you could say another word, the line went dead.

Seconds later, your phone buzzed again. A message. Same unknown number. Attached was a file.

With hesitation clawing at your chest, you tapped on it. The screen brightened with a series of photos—faces, names, details. Some of them looked vaguely familiar. Your eyes scanned quickly… until they stopped.

A man. One face that made your heart stutter.

Your grandfather’s former opponent. The one who had been critically injured during the bombing. His name stared back at you like a ghost from your past.

Your hands trembled just as your phone rang again. The same number.

You picked up, your voice shaky. “What was that file for—”

But Jungkook cut you off.

“It was a list of people who stood against your dear grandfather,” Jungkook spoke slowly, almost savoring each word. “They’re the ones who planned his downfall.”

He could practically picture your reaction—how your expression must’ve twisted at the weight of his words.

And he was right.

You stiffened, the blood draining from your face. These names… these people… they weren’t just names. They were the very ones who took everything from you. Your family. Your peace. Your life.

Your chest tightened. You closed your eyes, trying to keep yourself together, but you could feel it—rage crawling up your throat, despair simmering beneath your skin. It wouldn't be long before it all exploded.

“Why are you doing this?” you whispered, your voice low, hoarse.

The wind started to pick up. The sky darkened.

“Because I know you,” he replied coolly. “I know that deep down, you want revenge. And I’ll gladly give it to you, sweetheart.”

Revenge.

It was a word you hadn’t dared to utter in years. Yet it hit you with brutal clarity. It had once been your only goal—until you remembered what your grandparents taught you. They were the reason you buried that desire, the reason you learned to forgive, to move forward without hatred in your heart.

But they were gone now.

And Jungkook? He knew exactly how to strike when your world was at its weakest. You were exhausted. Angry. Broken. And in that vulnerable moment—when grief drowned your reason and fury blurred your judgment—you failed to see it.

And Jungkook was glad.

“Looks like it’s going to rain,” Jungkook said, voice calm and composed. “A black car will stop nearby—get in. My man will escort you to a hotel. I’m sure you don’t want to go back to that place.”

A short pause.

“Good night, sweetheart. I hope you reconsider my offer.”

The line went dead.

Moments later, as if on cue, a black car pulled up to the curb. You stared at it for a few seconds, hesitant. But what choice did you have? Stay here and wait for the storm… or go back to that apartment and face Jiwoo—and her mother?

Neither option felt right.

With a quiet sigh, you stood up and slid into the backseat. The driver gave you a brief glance through the mirror but said nothing.

The ride was eerily silent. No music. No words. Just the low hum of the engine and the sound of your own thoughts screaming in your head.

You leaned your forehead against the cool glass window, hoping—praying—that this was all just a nightmare you’d soon wake up from.

You woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom and quickly realized—it was the hotel room. You sighed, the weight of last night’s events pressing down on your chest. So it wasn’t just a dream. It was all real.

You turned your head toward the window, puzzled by how dark it was. Reaching for your phone, you noticed it was nearly dead. The screen lit up: 7:00 PM.

Did you really sleep through the entire day?

Your eyes shifted to the nearby table where a set of neatly folded clothes had been placed. You grabbed them and made your way to the bathroom. Just a quick bath—then you’d leave. Go where? You didn’t know. You just had to move.

The moment warm water touched your skin, your tense muscles slowly began to ease. God, how you loved a warm bath. It was the only comforting thing you had right now.

Once dressed, you moved around the room, packing your things in silence. You were halfway through when a voice behind you made you freeze.

“Leaving already?”

Your eyes widened. You turned around sharply—only to come face-to-face with Jungkook.

He was dressed in a black polo, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, paired with tight black jeans that hugged his legs perfectly.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart,” Jungkook said when he caught your gaze lingering lower than it should.

“I was about to leave,” you replied coolly, turning away to continue packing your things.

You heard his footsteps as he walked toward you.

“So you didn’t consider my offer?” he asked, his voice teasing, almost pouty.

Before you could respond, he grabbed your arm and turned you around to face him. You gasped at the sudden action and instinctively glared at him.

“Don’t touch me,” you said confidently, your voice sharp and steady despite the chaos swirling inside you.

“What if I did? What help can you give?” you asked, your voice cautious but firm.

Jungkook furrowed his brow at your words, then chuckled darkly.

“The kind of help you want,” he replied. “What do you want to do with them?”

You paused, your throat tightening. Then the words slipped out before you could stop them.

“I want them gone. I want them destroyed—just like what they did to my grandparents.”

A small, satisfied smile played on his lips as he leaned in and placed a light kiss on your cheek. His voice dropped to a whisper by your ear.

“Your wish is my command.”

You stepped back slightly, eyes narrowing as you studied his face.

You knew—he would never do something like this for free.

“What do you want in return, Jungkook?” you asked, voice calm but guarded.

His grip on your arm loosened as he stepped past you, settling himself on the edge of the bed.

“You already know what I really want,” he said, his voice calm, almost teasing.

You didn’t reply, just stared. But you knew—deep down, you always did.

“I have a second condition,” he added, leaning back slightly. “Well… actually, it works in your favor.”

You raised an eyebrow, heart skipping.

“I want you to be the one to write the article. The one that exposes every single one of them.”

Your breath hitched. For a moment, your eyes lit up—sparkling with the same fire you thought had died years ago. The same fire your grandfather once carried.

Yes, the situation was twisted. Yes, you were making a deal with the devil. But in this moment… you didn’t care.

Jungkook patted his lap, eyes steady.

“Come here.”

Without much thought, you moved—settling onto his lap. His hand came up to gently grip your chin, tilting your face toward him until your lips were just inches apart.

His thumb brushed lightly across your cheek, his voice low—smooth like velvet but laced with something darker.

"Just so you know, sweetheart. I keep every single word that came out of my mouth."

You swallowed hard, your body frozen in place as his gaze pierced through you. There was no teasing in his tone anymore—just a quiet promise laced with danger.

“You remember what I said that night?” he whispered, leaning in closer.

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