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highs and lows

🪐 enhypen texts

“ i can't pay the rent/mortgage ”

non-idol!au ; enhypen x gn!reader (except for a mention of 'princess' in jake's that was my bad); established relationship ; fluff/crack/tiniest bit suggestive in jakehoon's; just a lil prank on bf!enha

a/n: hey sweethearts ^__^ happy new year!! and omg, thank u sm for 200 followers??? ❤️ i'm back with this req i actually had so much fun doing this cuz the prank is so funny when i saw it on tiktok lmaoo and yes very much i took them as inspo but anyways!!! hope y'all like it<3 i was so dry out of ideas so this req came in a good time. see you!

My man 😓😓😓

He is so cute I love the old man sm

Spotted: Chuck Bass and Y/N—a new player in his dangerous game? Or is he finally getting soft? Either way, don’t think for a second that this will be anything but trouble. XOXO, Gossip Girl."

As the two settle into a cozy corner at a chic Manhattan café, Chuck, with his usual dapper look and confident charm, leans back in his chair, a sly smile playing on his lips. Y/N, not easily impressed but intrigued, orders a cappuccino, their eyes meeting for just a moment longer than usual. The conversation starts slow, with casual banter, but soon Chuck’s guarded demeanor begins to crack. He talks about the latest power play in his business empire, dropping hints of a vulnerability beneath that tough exterior.

Y/N, amused by Chuck’s seemingly aloof nature, teases him about his reputation and how he’s often misunderstood. Chuck smirks, leaning in a little closer, his voice lowering. He’s charming, but you can tell there’s more to him than meets the eye. As the coffee cups empty, the mood shifts. They share a more personal moment, with Y/N pushing Chuck to open up about his past—his pain, his family, and his true ambitions.

Their dynamic is magnetic: playful yet deep, with the occasional subtle flirtation. The café around them feels like a backdrop to the chemistry that’s clearly building between them. By the end of the date, neither of them wants to leave. Chuck, ever the mystery, might offer a cryptic parting line, and Y/N might walk away both intrigued and slightly

The photo is snapped innocently enough, just as Chuck and Y/N are laughing over something—maybe a witty remark or a shared memory. It’s a candid moment, but to Gossip Girl, it’s everything. She gets the shot and instantly, her voice fills the airwaves, sending shockwaves through the Upper East Side:

Cue the chaos. Chuck's phone blows up. Blair, ever the jealous queen, likely loses her cool, wondering what this means for her. Nate and Serena might gossip about it over brunch, trying to piece together the mystery of Y/N and Chuck's sudden closeness. And Y/N? Well, they’re probably caught off guard. A simple coffee date turns into a full-blown spectacle as Gossip Girl digs into their past, and every move they make becomes scrutinized.

Chuck, of course, plays it cool—at least on the surface. He’ll brush it off, throwing some biting remark about how this won’t even make a dent in his empire. But inside, there’s a flicker of concern. After all, Y/N isn’t part of his usual social circle, and he might worry that the public spotlight will end up pushing them away.

As for Y/N, they could feel the pressure mounting. Are they just another of Chuck's fleeting interests, or is there something more to this connection? The game of playing it "cool" might start to feel a lot harder with every new headline Gossip Girl posts.

Alright, let’s flip the script and give this one a sweet twist! After the chaos of Gossip Girl's post, Y/N and Chuck both feel the weight of the Upper East Side’s judgment. But here’s where things get different.

Instead of retreating into his usual cold, distant persona, Chuck starts to realize something: maybe this time, he doesn’t want to be alone. Y/N is no ordinary person in his life—they’ve made him laugh, challenged him, and maybe even softened him just a little. So, he does something unexpected.

He calls Y/N, and for the first time, he’s not hiding behind a mask of sarcasm or playing the power game. He’s genuine.

"Look," he says, "Gossip Girl’s got her hands full, but I want you to know, this—" He gestures to the flurry of online posts "—doesn't matter to me. You do."

Y/N might be surprised. After all, they weren’t expecting Chuck Bass to be this upfront, especially not in the midst of all the scandal. But they smile, feeling a warmth that makes them realize just how much they’ve started to care, too.

They agree to meet up again—this time, no paparazzi, no pressure, just the two of them, maybe at a quiet spot in the city where the world can’t see them. They talk, laugh, and enjoy each other’s company in a way that feels real. No games. No cameras. Just two people who like each other’s company and want to see where things go, without the weight of a thousand gossip columns hanging over their heads.

And as they say goodbye, Chuck might give that signature smirk of his, but there’s something different in his eyes. He’s not just playing the game anymore; maybe he’s found something worth fighting for.

"See you soon, Y/N," he says, not like it’s a threat, but like he means it.

Y/N walks away, heart a little lighter, knowing that, in a world full of drama and deceit, maybe this is the one thing that’s real.

As for Gossip Girl? She’s left with nothing but questions, because for once, the story isn’t what she expected. The Upper East Side may never change, but Chuck and Y/N? Well, they’re writing their own story now

Who should I write for .??

WHO WOULD YA'LL WANT AS A SUB TEACHER 🧑‍🏫 ? > I NEED A SMUT WHERE NICK,CHRIS,MATT are THE SUB TEACHERS PLZ!?!?

Dom masc! reader x demitra smut?

thank youuu!!💗

Demitra Kalogeras, the famous actress, is sitting alone in her luxurious penthouse apartment, sipping on a glass of expensive red wine. She's dressed in a silky, low-cut black nightgown that hugs her curves perfectly*Her mind is racing with thoughts of her latest movie's success and the constant attention from men. She hates being desired just for her looks. "God," she mutters, downing the rest of her wine. There's a soft knock at the door. "Who is it?""Room service." The deep, smooth voice echoes through the door. Demitra tenses slightly, wrapping her robe tighter around herself. "You can leave it outside." She calls out softly, expecting the usual server. The door creaks open, but no one enters.

The room service girl, Y/N, steps inside quietly, closing the door behind her. She's not the usual server, but a temporary replacement. She's tall, with short dark hair, piercing eyes, and a muscular, athletic build that's hidden beneath her uniform.RetryY/N carries a silver tray containing a bottle of wine and a single tulip, Demitra's favorite flower. She places them silently on the coffee table. "Compliments of the hotel management," she says in a low, smooth voice that carries a hint of something more.

Y/N's eyes meet Demitra's, lingering a bit too long. She slowly removes the wine bottle's foil, her fingers purposefully brushing against Demitra's. "Such a beautiful woman shouldn't drink alone." Her voice drops lower, more intimate. "Would you like me to..."Retry..pour you another glass?" Y/N finishes, a playful smirk tugging at her lips as she holds up the bottle invitingly. Her gaze darts meaningfully to the empty glass in Demitra's hand before slowly, deliberately uncorking the wine. The air between them seems to thicken with tension."Here." Y/N leans over to fill Demitra's glass, her black shirt tightening around her chest, hinting at muscles rather than curves. Demitra watches, unnerved by how attractive she finds the room service girl. She swallows hard as Y/N straightens up, their heights almost equal.Y/N leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You know, most celebrities I deliver to are arrogant. But you...you seem lonely." She tilts her head, studying Demitra with an intensity that feels almost intimate. "Beautiful wine for a beautiful woman.""And such beautiful lips." She catches herself, clearing her throat and stepping back slightly. "I mean..." She sets the bottle down abruptly, her cheeks slightly flushed. "Would you like anything else? A cheese platter maybe? Or..."Demitra's heart races as she stares at Y/N, her mind struggling to process the strange tension between them. She opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out. Y/N's gaze is piercing, as if she can see right through Demitra's façade. "You know what I want,"Without hesitation, Y/N places the wine glass down forcefully, then steps forward, one hand tangling in Demitra's hair while the other pulls the robe open. Their lips meet in a passionate, hungry kiss as Y/N pushes her fingers between Demitra's thighs. "Fuck,"Continuing the kiss, Y/N skillfully slides two fingers inside. Her other hand grips Demitra's hair tighter, controlling the kiss as she strokes in and out at a perfect pace. Demitra moans quietly against Y/N's lips, her legs trembling slightly. "Shh...be quiet,""...or all of Manhattan will hear how much you're enjoying this." She whispers against Demitra's mouth, increasing the pace of her fingers. Her own breathing becomes heavier as she watches Demitra's face. "Beautiful AND responsive...you're fucking perfect." Her thumb finds Demitra's clitDemitra's eyes roll back, a quiet gasp escaping her as Y/N's thumb begins to rub circles around her clit. She tries to stay quiet, but it's getting harder as the pleasure builds. Y/N's fingers curl inside her, hitting that perfect spot. "Fuck...fuck...fuck..."Y/N breaks the kiss to whisper, "You're gonna come on my fingers and stay quiet, understand?" She continues the rhythm, her fingers curling deeper and her thumb rubbing faster. "Look at me...stay quiet..." *She demands, her voice low and commanding."Demitra nods, her eyes locked on Y/N's as she struggles to hold back her cries. Y/N's fingers are relentless, driving her closer and closer to the edge. "Good girl," she murmurs, adding a third finger. "Now come for me, Demitra. Now."

Who should I write for .??

sofia x reader when??

One kiss

You, Eliana, and Noah had been hanging out all afternoon at a cozy little café near the beach. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the water as the three of you lounged, each lost in your own thoughts.

Eliana grinned over her cup of iced coffee, her eyes flickering between you and Noah. She was always the mischievous one in the group, and tonight was no exception.

"Okay, okay," she began, leaning forward, her voice low, "I dare you both to do something fun. You know... something spontaneous."

Noah, ever the serious one, raised an eyebrow but didn't protest. "Like what, exactly?"

Eliana tapped her finger on the table, her gaze shifting between you two, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Kiss each other. Just for fun. It'll be a good story to tell later."

You blinked, the suggestion taking you by surprise. Eliana loved throwing out random dares, but this was definitely a bold one. You glanced at Noah, who was watching you carefully, a faint blush on his cheeks.

"That's... uh, a bit much, El," you said, trying to mask your nervousness with a chuckle.

"No, no," Eliana insisted, her smile widening. "It’s just a kiss! Who knows? Maybe it’ll be fun."

Noah shifted in his seat, clearly debating the situation. His voice was softer when he spoke, as if considering the dare more seriously than it might have deserved. "I don't mind... if you're up for it."

You felt your heart race a little faster. The air around you suddenly felt thick with tension, but it wasn't uncomfortable—more like a playful dare you weren’t sure whether to accept or avoid.

"Fine," you finally muttered, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal, but your cheeks were burning.

Before you could second-guess yourself, Eliana leaned back, crossing her arms and watching with amusement. "Well, then. Don’t make me wait!"

With a small laugh, Noah leaned closer, his eyes softening as he gazed at you. It wasn’t as impulsive as you'd imagined. It felt... intimate. You could feel his breath near you as he tilted his head, a small smile forming as he closed the gap. The moment your lips brushed together, it was slow and tender, as if the kiss were something more than just a dare.

When you pulled away, Eliana was already laughing, hands over her mouth. "I knew it!" she said, practically glowing with pride at the chaos she’d created.

Noah smirked, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "Well, that was... unexpected."

You laughed, trying to play it off, but the heat in your face was undeniable. The soft teasing and the lingering tension between you and Noah felt different now, even though Eliana had brought it all on with her daring sense of humor.

"See? That wasn't so bad," Eliana teased, clearly pleased with herself.

You glanced at Noah, who was now a little closer than he had been earlier, his hand brushing yours as he smirked.

"Maybe next time," he murmured, his voice lowering, "we'll make it more interesting."