internship | SALTBURNT 💙 INBOX

[ The morning before Gwen's first shift at the Hex Club, an envelope finds its way to her door. Inside is a gold pin in the shape of a hexagon, as well as a note: ]

Gwen,
Welcome to the Hex Club.
I look forward to working with you.
— Silco

hi, gwen! i think you left your water bottle at the gym — i can drop it off at your room, if you want, or just bring it to you next class!

Hey Gwen :)

IDK if you're serious about learning how to draw but I think there's an art studio somewhere around the premises?

what a storm, huh? you land somewhere okay?

[ it’s not the first time and it’s far from the last time he’ll consider ignoring ash’s instructions completely, on account of them being fucking insane. case in point: the pink panties balled up in his fist, since he’s been tasked to deliver them back to their original owner. the owner who happens to be the cute, freckled blonde, trapped in this snowy hell with the three of them.

ash must have fucking planned this.

there’s enough space in their lodge, in theory, to avoid their two guests. at least for embry there is, who is seasoned in avoidance. whatever ash wants to get up to with gwen — that’s his business, even if embry manifestly believes it’s also his business. ever since ash brought up the possibility that he’d like to be dominated in a way that embry can’t quite provide, he’s been hyper fucking surly about the comings and goings of ash’s dick. which, to be fair, really hasn’t been far.

but now, this. an order to return the panties, and embry can only go so long with disobeying before there are actual consequences to be had. to make matters worse, it’s been particularly impossible to avoid crossing the mistletoe, his fingers icy and his breath tight with cold despite the crackling fireplace, approaching gwen where she sits curled on the sofa, a book in hand. embry looks the part of the model that lounges on the furniture to make any room more enticing — white trousers, a pinstriped button-down peeking out from beneath a slate gray sweater, his eyes as blue as the sharp winter sky.

in his hand, the offending panties. color dusks his cheeks, his jaw flexing as he imagines ash’s voice spilling filth into her ear, her cunt slick and nipples pulled tight. he gives her an aggrieved look, his cock stirring despite the chill settling in his bones. ]

I took these from Ash. [ what he did with them, he only hopes she doesn’t ask. ] I’m told they’re yours.

[ There is no text, no saucy photo: just a series of clips of Deolinda sent from his phone to Gwen's inbox. Sometimes Dom is heard exclaiming, especially when she does a little parkour, or laughing when she puts her nose right up against his camera. ]

[pls enjoy one slightly saucy pic sent alongside a message from an incredibly stupid username:]

The things I shall do to you while you are tied down are the sorts of things only whispered about by the world's great libertines.

Before that, well. We took a video for you.

( middle of a conversation to greer — the last good thing shared between him and embry. attached. )

Your Christmas present.

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not rly my color but i bet i can make u beg for it anyway 😈

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( having something pretty kneeling at his feet has always been a unique kind of medicine for ash — he thinks clearer, breathes easier, once gwen is on her knees and crawling to him, hot shame turning her cheeks a pretty pink. they're in his room, and he made the impulsive decision to leave the door wide open. anyone passing by might see a flash of her cunt through her panties, the skirt short ash dictated she wear enough to leave little to the imagination. ash sits, somewhat imperially, on a wide backed chair, feet flat, legs spread. when she's close enough, he wordlessly points to his thigh, until her cheek rests on it.

very cute, very pouty. pretty, bright green eyes, shiny in subspace or tears — both are equally attractive to ash, who pets her hair, tugging out the scrunchy and sliding it on his wrist. he has a fascination with blonde hair, it being the first thing he ever noticed about greer — he slides his hand through her silky strands, rubbing threads against his thumb with an exhale of contentedness. once he thinks gwen has suffered in the quiet long enough, he reaches a hand to the side of the chair and picks out a square box, holding it out for gwen to take. )

I got you something. Think of it as a birthday present, for me.

( he waits for her reaction. inside she'll find: one beginner sized butt plug, with daddy's favorite toy printed on the back. )

[ On Christmas morning, a large box sits outside of Gwen's door, wrapped neatly in shiny gold paper. Peeling it away reveals:

— a light blue leather handbag,
— a white satin headband, and
— a white gold watch.

Pressed between the gifts is a simple piece of off-white card stock, upon which has been written: ]

To the little sister I never had,

Sometimes I think we must know each other in another universe.
Whether or not that's true, I'm lucky to know you in this one.

Merry Christmas,
Amy

I won't be at the club this weekend. Hawk will mind things while I'm away. You're welcome to still come in, if you wish. Shauna or Dom may come by the office; please direct them to my phone. Otherwise, if at all possible, I would prefer that nobody else be made aware that I'm not available.

Edited 2026-01-02 01:08 (UTC)

[sliiiiiding into her dms~]

Hi, Gwen. I hope this isn't invasive, but I wanted to gather your opinion on Doctor House's recent network post. I noted we both engaged with it, and I value your input greatly, so I thought I'd ask.

📦 delivery.

✉️ text — un: amy.

@yellowjackie

✉️ text — un: amy, day one of the lock-in.

→ action (cabin fever)

misfire, un: dom

@kool_jewel_08

text — un: COLCHESTER cw: nsfw link

text — un: guccibug (misfire)

@faith — misfire

— action. cw: nsfw

🎁 delivery (dated 12/25).

✉️ text — un: silco.

text; un: koby