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Different Kinds of Treats - Roommate Spencer Reid x Reader

About: Spencer bakes brownies and walks in on reader masturbating and ends up maturbating to the thought of her. Later on, they end up fucking.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, mentions of addiction but nothing in detail, season 4 Spencer, porn without plot, Spencer bakes to relieve stress, roommate Spencer, masturbation (f & m), walking in on someone masturbating, protected sex (reader on birth control), no condoms, p in v, desperate and needy sex, whiny reader and whiny spencer, creampies. not proofread because I am sick and have a cold. we are raw dogging life man

Word Count: 2.3k

Baking was one of Spencer’s favorite things to do. It began about a year and a half ago when Spencer had decided to get clean. Any time he felt a craving, he’d look up a recipe. Any time he felt the biggest urge, he’d bake something. And slowly, that baking turned into a genuine passion for him where it was his favorite way to decompress after a long case.

And he adored how you were always so excited whenever he baked something.

You moved in about a year ago. Amidst Spencer’s withdrawals, he also felt as though his apartment was too lonely, too cold and that he needed someone to fill the space. That way, whenever he came home from a hard and long case, he could at least not be completely alone. He had posted an ad in the local newspaper and you were the first to respond. You were both the same age, you had a lovely career here in DC, he had Penelope do an extensive background check on you and you were completely clean. It all worked out, honestly. It also helped that you were very pretty but Spencer never allowed himself to admit that out loud.

The apartment was filled with a nice chocolatey aroma as Spencer had just finished baking brownies. He had gotten back from a long case last night and needed to decompress as he finally had a day off. It was a Saturday so he knew you didn’t have to work. Spencer waited for the brownies to cool before cutting a piece for you. He grabbed one for himself as well and made his way to your bedroom. He figured you were napping as it was two in the afternoon and you were still in bed. So what greater way to be woken up than by having brownies in your face?

When Spencer made his way to your bedroom, he gently and carefully opened the door, making sure not to drop the brownies. He had expected to be met with your sleeping form, slow breathing with your lips parted. Instead, he was met with your legs spread open with your fingers buried inside of you. Though he did get one part right. Your lips were indeed parted. Both pairs actually.

Spencer’s eyes widened at the sight. He stood there in shock, holding the brownies. The sight of you fucking yourself with your fingers made all the blood from Spencer’s head rush to his groin. You hadn’t even realized Spencer opened your door, too caught up in your own pleasure.

Your eyes opened and as you saw Spencer, you gasped out his name, “Spencer,” while trying to cover yourself up. Spencer gasped and quickly turned around.

“I-I’m so sorry,” He choked out as he was about to walk away before realizing he needed to close your door. He grabbed the door knob, closing your door with a slam as he rushed to his bedroom and slamming the door behind him. He still had the brownies in his hand. He placed them on top of his dresser before letting out an embarrassed groan. He hadn’t meant to walk in on you masturbating. His IQ of 167 was slashed as his brain was full of just images of you.

All he could think about was how your pussy was glistening, your fingers covered in your juices. Your chest had been moving up and down from the pleasure. The way you let out the tiniest whimpers. God, Spencer was aching. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this. But he just couldn’t help himself.

“Damn it,” Spencer said to himself in frustration. “Your head is turning into a damn potato,” he said all while looking down at his cock as it strained in his pants.

He quickly undid his pants, standing in front of his dresser. He tugged his pants and boxers down, revealing his hard cock. Precum was already on the tip, showing just how much the whole scene turned him on. He didn’t bother teasing himself, feeling far too desperate to prolong the experience. He gripped his cock with his left hand, stroking himself hard and fast.

“O-oh fuck,” He moaned, unable to help the noise from escaping his lips as he thought about you. It really shouldn’t have affected him this much. Masturbation was a normal part of the human body and therefore, you were more than allowed to give yourself release. And yet, Spencer couldn’t help but wish it were him that could make you feel so good.

He thought about how you would taste. How it would feel to bury his head between your thighs and feel you cum on his tongue. Or how your walls would feel clenching on his fingers. And don’t even get him started on how you would feel on his cock. He wanted to fuck you so badly, to make you cum from his cock would literally be a dream.

Spencer whimpered, thumbing the tip of his cock as he stroked himself. His other hand gripped the edge of his dresser, eyes pinched shut as he thought about how much he wanted you and all the ways he would have you. He wanted to make you feel so good. And with a choked moan of your name, Spencer came in his hand so hard. He was grateful that he was holding onto the dresser as he most definitely would’ve fallen from how intense his orgasm was.

When he came down from his high, Spencer took a deep breath, opening his eyes as he looked down at himself. His cum had landed on the dresser, himself, and his hand. He felt guilty at getting off at you. You were his roommate, one of his closest friends. And yet, he couldn’t deny how hot you were.

Later in the day, after Spencer had cleaned up and spent some time alone in his room, he went out to the living room to sit on the couch and read a book. At least he tried to read it. It was hard when his mind was still so consumed with you.

You had finally emerged from your room, dressed in a simple day dress as you walked into the living room. Spencer tried to keep his gaze on his book, turning the page as he did so, acting as though walking in on you hadn’t affected him as much as it did. That was until you stood in front of him, looking down at him. “Did it turn you on?” You asked suddenly, confronting the awkward moment from earlier.

“Did what?” Spencer replied, keeping his voice neutral as he tried to keep his gaze on his book.

“Walking in on me.” You said, grabbing the book out of Spencer’s hands and tossing it to the side. “Did it turn you on?”

Spencer frowned before looking at you and as he did, all he could think about was how beautiful you looked lying on your pillows with your fingers deep inside of you. He felt his cock hardening in his pants again. “I-“ Spencer interrupted himself to swallow, unsure of what to say.

“Because I heard you,” You exclaimed, tilting your head. You moved to take a seat on Spencer’s lap, straddling his legs. “Moaning as you got yourself off. Did you like watching me finger myself?”

Spencer didn’t know what to say or how to react. You were there, on his lap, asking him a question. His brain had completely turned into mush. He quite literally couldn’t think. Instead, he just leaned up and captured your lips with his. You responded immediately, kissing him with hunger and need.

Neither of you were gentle or slow with it. The moment your lips met, clothes came off quickly after. You had unbuttoned Spencer’s shirt, throwing it somewhere in the living room while Spencer had lifted your dress, tossing it behind him. The inherent need to just feel one another was driving both of you. You only lifted yourself off of Spencer’s lap to take his pants and boxers off only to move back onto his lap.

Spencer put his hands onto your breasts, massaging the flesh as he leaned in to kiss your neck. The soft noise you made when his lips touched your skin was quite literally his reason to live in this moment. Your hands were in his hair, entangling your fingers with his curls. Spencer sucked on your pulse point, causing you to gasp.

“Need to feel you,” You breathed out, moving Spencer’s head with your hands as you leaned in to kiss him again. You could feel his cock pressing against your thigh, just waiting to slip inside of you. You didn’t care much for the foreplay at the moment as all you wanted was his cock.

“W-what about a condom?” Spencer murmured, pulling away from the kiss to look at you with his beautiful brown eyes. “A-and are you sure you’re ready?”

You licked your lips, nodding your head. “I’m on the pill. And I think earlier shows that I don’t need to prepare anymore.” You let out a small giggle, causing Spencer to let out a tiny giggle as well.

“If you’re sure,” Spencer said softly, moving a hand to caress your cheek. “I-I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” You reassured, giving Spencer a soft smile. The way he worried made your heart swell. Your hands were still in his hair. “I promise.”

Spencer kissed your lips once more, this time more softly. The reality of the situation was unspoken feelings that neither of you had ever been willing to admit. Not even right now, as you sit on his lap. But those feelings could be addressed another time.

You took one of your hands and moved in between the two of you, grabbing Spencer’s cock. You gave it an experimental tug, causing Spencer to gasp against your lips. He pulled away from the kiss to look up at you, moving his hands to your hips. You guided his cock to your entrance, slowly easing yourself onto his length. You both let out moans, basking in the pleasure. When you sat completely on his length, you stayed still for just a moment, adjusting to his size.

“You’re so wet,” Spencer breathed out, lips parted and eyes hooded with lust. His breathing was a bit heavier than before, showing just how much this was affecting him.

“You’re so big,” you replied, keeping yourself still. You relished in being filled. The fact that you had been dreaming about this for so long and now it was finally happening dawned on you. And after a few moments, you began to move.

To say it was heavenly was an understatement. Spencer had never felt this good before and the fact that it was with you was making things ten times better. He didn’t shy away from making noises, letting out whimpers as you slowly bounced on his cock. His fingers dug into your hips, holding onto you tightly. “Oh my god,” he moaned, throwing his head back in pleasure.

Your hands rested on Spencer’s shoulders, stabilizing yourself as you watched Spencer’s reaction. Your own moans filling your ears along with his. “You feel so good,” you moaned. The way his cock moved inside of you was so much better than you could’ve ever imagined. Your pace quickened, causing you both to whine in pleasure.

“Y-you’re so tight,” Spencer stuttered, licking his lips as he looked at you. His chocolatey eyes were blown out, his skin flushed from the heat of the situation, his hair was messy from your fingers. God, he looked so sinful. He moved one of his hands to your left tit, massaging the flesh with his palm.

“S-Spencer,” you whimpered, closing your eyes as you rode his cock.

Spencer let out his own whimper, hearing his name leave your lips as you got off on his cock was going to be ingrained in him forever. “Fuck,” he moaned.

The both of you were needy, grabbing onto one another and kissing each other while you moved your hips. Spencer started meeting your movements with his own thrusts, causing you both to moan louder. The way his cock started hitting your g-spot dead on made you grasp at Spencer to stabilize yourself. “Oh my-oh fuck,” you whined, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his.

“I’m so close,” he moaned, fucking into you. The pace was hard and quick, showing the desperation between the two of you.

“M-me too,” you stuttered as the two of you looked at one another.

It didn’t take long until you were cumming. Your thighs were shaking, you were whining Spencer’s name in a mantra. He fucked you through your orgasm before cumming inside of you with a shout of your name. He stopped moving as he came, holding you still as he filled you up with his cum. The two of you were breathing heavily, basking in the post-orgasmic air.

And when you both came down from it, Spencer pulled out of you, causing his cum to drip onto his lap and onto the cushion of the couch. But neither of you cared at that moment. Silence overcame the two of you as the room was filled with the sounds of your breathing.

After about a few minutes of silence, you spoke, “So,” you said breathily. “What about those brownies?”

Spencer was unable to help the laugh that escaped him as he caressed your cheek. “I guess we can have some brownies.”

Brownies were always delicious after having a mind blowing orgasm.

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laufeysvalentine · 2 days ago

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sirius black x fem!reader | masterlist

summary ༄ sirius x potter!reader ... sirius loves you, but he swears he's not good for you. angst, childhood friends to lovers, inspired by cry by cas, coward!sirius, ooc!sirius a little pls don't come after me love u bye

word count ༄ 2.7k

nora’s notes ༄ CAUSE I NEEEEEED TO TELLLL YOU SOMEEEEETHING! erm okay i know i said i was working on pt two of i want you but i got distracted by this instead. i haven't read it through bc if i do i won't publish it PLS don't mind how the writing quality from my last post has dramatically worsened...

you look so pretty like this. mouth drawn open, drool trickling from your soft mouth. your face, your whole body, turned towards the boy next to you. even in sleep, you’re drawn to him. so trusting, so open.

something in his gut twists.

—

“sirius!” a call comes from behind him, accompanied by a smattering of footsteps as he watches you approach. your lips are parted to take in more air, and he’s overcome by the urge to grab your face and absolutely kiss you silly.

he ignores it, trying to instead focus on what you’re saying.

“...hogsmeade tomorrow?” you ask, a twinge of hope seeping into your voice. you’re so eager, eyes wide, that he feels terrible not knowing what you said. “were you listening?”

“sorry, darling, i was too distracted by your beauty. what was that?” he tilts his head at you, taking pride in the way the tips of your ears turn reddish.

flicking his ear, you repeat your question. “d’you wanna have lunch at hogsmeade tomorrow? james said he was going with re–erm, lily, or something, and rem and peter are busy.”

“uhh,” he pauses, thinking about his schedule.

“it’s okay if you’re busy,” you tack on quickly, noting his hesitation.

“no, no,” he frowns, upset by the way you’re tugging at your neckline, looking away from him. “i’ll go. i promise. i’ll be there. lunch, you said?”

that smile, that beaming, beautiful smile, lights up the whole world and has him smiling along with you. you’re contagious. he wants to breathe you in and keep the disease all to himself.

he makes a mental note to cancel all of his plans tomorrow. he wants to see you all day.

—

you shift on the pillow, face burying further and further into the sheets, as if permanently embedding yourself onto your bed. the comforter slips from where it was from your shoulders, allowing him a good look at your bare back, the expanse of your shoulders. he wants to press kisses against them, knead his hands into a sweet massage–anything to make you feel good.

your face is serene when you sleep. the knot between your brows, which james swore was permanent at this point, has dissolved with rest. his thumb traces your eyebrows before he can stop himself, knowing this is the last time he’ll see you this calm for a while.

he turns away from you, trying to avoid looking at any part of you. he can already feel the guilt gnawing at his fingers, worming its way into his bones. he needs to get it out.

before thinking too hard about it, he shuffles around, standing from your bed and grabbing his boxers from where they landed on the floor last night. he takes the rest of his clothes and slips them on as quietly as possible. but before he leaves your room, he pauses to drink you in. you, in all your drooling, snoring glory.

you move around, a hand reaching out to your left, roaming up and down the bed as if searching for him. he’d prefer it if you sucker punched him in the stomach.

he can’t won’t think about that look in your eyes yesterday, when you begged him to fuck you. it was devastated. especially when he closed his eyes for the briefest of seconds and opened them to see you, caged under his body, just watching him.

like you knew he couldn’t give you everything. like you knew he would be there, but he wouldn’t be there. and when he closed his eyes again, he pretended he couldn’t feel the wetness slipping from your eyelids.

—

“he got another one,” your brother sighs as he enters the common room, only a few seconds after a red-faced sirius, who stormed through, scrubbing at his face.

“a howler?” you ask james, sitting up straight in concern. “from… her?”

he nods, making a move to pass you where you’re sat with your legs draped across the couch, having eaten dinner much earlier than the marauders.

“i’ll go,” you say, stopping him from walking up the stairs. “he won’t want to see anyone who saw it happen.”

“but i’m his best friend,” james counters, pushing his glasses up his nose. “he won’t mind.”

“just let me.” you plead with your eyes, which makes him hesitate just enough for you to pass him and head to the dorm. “stay down there.”

he relents, and you enter sirius’ dorm with the tiniest bit of a sashay. you know he hates feeling weak, so the best way to treat him is not like he’s delicate. even if he is. just a little bit.

you hum a bit, making your way to james’ bed, which sits directly across from the window sirius is sat in front of. the boy is looking out the window, a cigarette tucked between his fingers, and as much as he looks devastatingly handsome, his eyes are also red with a sort of tiredness you only acquire after years of crying.

“may i?” you reach for the cigarette, and he hands it to you with a limp hand, not even looking over. he knows exactly what you’re doing, but he’s not going to stop you. to do that would be to deny the only thing he wants right now.

you take a long drag, purposefully blowing the smoke into his face, smiling when he gives you a reaction. “turn around?” you ask with a softness that he can’t deny.

not when you’re just so lovable in comparison to the scarlet that still tinges his vision, the cold screech of his mother, screaming, telling him he wasn’t good enough, humiliating him in front of his friends. he slept around, he was a disgrace. she reminded him of who he was–who he’d always be: a black.

without realizing, his fingers clench into balls, and he listens to you, letting you thread your fingers through his thick hair, shoulders relaxing with your touch.

“talk about it?” you murmur, braiding the top of his head into a soft french braid.

just for a second, he hesitates. then, with a sigh that echoes through his body, he shakes his head. “you.”

you get what he means, and so, you steer the conversation into mindless blabbers about your day, what you ate, who you hung out with. the more you speak, the more you feel the tension in his body dissolve into your hands. after a bout of silence, “you’re a good person, sirius.”

he chuckles a bit at that. “you and my mother would disagree.”

“it’s true,” you double down. “who else would take on an illegal animal form, just to help their friend? who would pull pranks on anyone who even dared to look at any of their friends the wrong way? who would go with james to threaten all the guys who look at me funny? just kidding, you’re not off the hook for that one.”

his head lifts towards yours with a pout. “he was creepy, darling. he was staring at you like he wanted to sink his teeth into your pretty little flesh, and it creeped me out.”

you wrinkle your nose. “ew.”

still, something warms in him at the thought of you accepting him. of seeing him as a good person. only–he wasn’t sure if that was true. he felt terrible more often than not. always a destroyer, a nuisance. couldn’t keep a girl, couldn’t love properly. if there was anything walburga black was good at, it was getting under his skin.

right now, it seemed like she had crawled through his bloodstream and settled into it. and it sure didn’t seem like she was going to leave anytime soon.

—

sirius is ignoring all of the calls that come through. the second he left your house, he went to the cliffside with a pack of marlboro’s and a hair tie. after lighting one and putting his hair back, he admires the valley. it was magnificent, with sloping mountains of green sliding down both sides, kissing in the middle. flowers decorated the hills, and his breath catches. it is so beautiful.

but he’s terrified of slipping. if he falls down into that valley, he would have no chance of coming back up. the slope is too steep.

he stands, stepping back to watch from afar. another step, and a stumble backwards. his foot catches on a stray rock, and he lands hard on his ass. ow.

when he grabs for his phone, a lump knocks on the walls of his stomach. he has thousands of messages from james, who has clearly been updated on the situation and is spamming him like crazy. but only one has your name on top of it, staring up at him with those teary eyes, wide, desperate: please don’t shut me out.

—

the christmas lights that tangled themselves in your tree were the nicest, coziest light for you to read by. you had insisted on celebrating some muggle traditions that lily had taught you about, and of course, james was all onboard. the two of you convinced your parents to put up decorations around the living room, and now you spend all of your time there. after grabbing the new novel you’re reading, you curl onto the couch to read.

will the noseless villain defeat the scrawny boy? you’re just turning the page when something–no, someone–spills out of the chimney, covered in soot, stumbling onto the carpet. some dark liquid is leaking out from his skin.

you’d recognize that figure anywhere.

sirius.

the book slips from your grasp and you run towards him. “james!” you holler at the top of your lungs, fingers skimming his torso. “siri, i–are you okay? that was a dumb question, of course not. what–what do you need?”

he peers up at you, his eyes glassy. “darling, i have to tell you–i–”

james comes running through the doorway, hearing the commotion, and yells for your parents. they take off his shirt, and you can see all of the bruises that have molded themselves onto his body. he has a large gash on his ribcage, and he looks victim to a crucio or two.

oh god.

before you can stop them, water collects at your lashline, cascading down your cheeks. something pushes you to sit by him, hold his hand, and when you do, he glances at you. his face is weak from the pain, but he still reaches out to wipe your tears away.

“don’t cry for me, y/n.” he murmurs softly as your mother tends to his wounds.

“i can’t help it,” you let out a small hiccup, your fingers tracing his.

i’m not worth it, is what he almost says. he turns his head away from you. he can’t look at you anymore. not when you’re this distraught over him. merlin.

he catches you crying for him again in your room, a few weeks later. you were dancing in the kitchen to whatever came on the radio, and he bumped into a stack of plates on the counter. they shattered, and he almost had a panic attack right then and there. what would he do when euphemia kicked him out? he had nowhere else to go.

he knew you would cry when you nudged an explanation out of him. you comforted him, and it really was no big deal in the end, but something in his bones told him you would cry for him. and it made him want to claw his skin off.

—

sirius tries to escape, but of course, you find him. of course, you always do. even when–no, especially when he tries to hide. when he hates himself so much that he wants to rip his own flesh apart, break his own bones, you see him.

he’s not sure if he hates or loves that about you.

you’re outside his door, distraught scribbled into the wrinkle of your eyes and the quiver of you sweet, sweet lips. “sirius?”

maybe he can just avoid you. maybe he can just let himself absorb you forever, ignore the reality.

“i know you’re home,” you call softly, wringing your fingers. “can we talk about last night?”

he swallows. do what’s good for her. you have to make her happy, above all else. he opens the door.

“hi,” you say with a shyness he hasn’t seen in years. you step forward, crossing the boundaries, letting yourself into his place. into his heart.

—

“darling, i…” he swallows, and something twinges in your legs, telling you to run. but you can’t tear your gaze away from his adam’s apple, which you pressed kisses to only hours earlier, when you whispered sweet words to each other, saccharine promises.

you tilt your head at him, and bile rushes to his mouth. how could he ever do this? he is a coward.

“we can’t be together.” he says after a minute of silence, eyes trained on your feet. “we can’t.”

at first, you don’t even try to argue. that makes it even worse. “i’ll wait for you.”

“no, it’s–i,” he pauses, takes a deep breath. “i… i just can’t. not now, not ever. maybe, i’d change, someday. but i can’t help the way i feel.”

“you… you don’t feel the same about me?” it comes out in a breathy whisper, and it's his turn to watch you swallow, something scratching at your eyes.

“i wish that i could,” he responds. i wish i was good, wish that i could give you my love now.

“oh. i… oh.” your voice is barely audible. the stumble of your feet as you race towards the door is louder. it echoes through his bare apartment, second to the pounding of his heart as you close the door gently. you were always too kind, too soft to him.

he was always too terrible for you.

—

the first time sirius met james potter, the boy took one look at him and said, “don’t you dare go after my sister.”

he shrugged it off at the time–why would he care about james’ sister anyways? all he wanted were friends. real, genuine friends. maybe ones that would really piss walburga off, if he was lucky. and james potter seemed just the type.

but when he met you, something changed. he wanted you, he knew that much. even at thirteen, fourteen, he knew he felt something different for you. a feeling he wanted to keep close to his chest and never let go. he already had a spot for you in his heart; it was probably drilled in at birth, that’s how well you fit into it.

yet, every year, even before he said anything, james would waggle his finger. “oh, please, padfoot, not my sister. you can’t even hold down one girl, i’m never letting you near here. you’d just break her heart. besides, you don’t want her, anyways,” and that throaty laugh. he never realized how much those words had grabbed fistfuls of sirius’ guts, squeezing them until nothing came out.

he internalized them. he was untouchable, the boy every girl wanted, that every girl could fuck, but never have.

—

sirius black had been selfish many, many times in his life. but this, this was the most selfish decision he’d ever made. it sucks that he was too drunk on cheap booze and a scary kind of lovesickness to notice.

the only thing he can see right now–the only thing he can think about clearly–is you, in the most stunning dress he’d ever seen. when you walked in, his jaw dropped with a little whoa.

you’re the only one for him. that’s how it’s always been.

it’s too fucking bad that when he spun you around to love ballads on the dance floor, you let him. it’s worse that when his forehead kissed yours, you let him. you let him press his ugliness against your perfect. he took you by the waist, and you let him.

his most selfish decision, underneath him, begging for him, tugging on his collar and smearing kisses on his jaw, his neck, his v-line.

oh, shit.

james came into his conscience, on his tails was walburga. you’re not good enough for her. you never have been. you’re a mistake, a disgrace. you’ll sleep around, mince her heart into chunks. run, sirius. that’s all you’ve ever done.

seeing you in front of him, he knew. with that lovely, lovely smile and that gleam in your eyes, oh. he’d only make you cry.

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jessiarts · 1 day ago

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Was recently reminded by my friend @teeg of just how much info Facebook collects to track you, and I want to share how to make that harder for them with the rest of you.

If you still have facebook/can't get rid of it (for any reason- we're not here to judge today) then you're going to want to clear your off-Meta activity.

You read that right, Meta tracks what you do off it's apps as well. It tracks other apps and websites that you use- whether you connected them to Facebook or not, AND places you visit IRL and when you visited. This includes not just stores and other businesses, but also allegedly includes hotels, schools and hospital/doctors offices. (I'm unfortunately unable to confirm the last three for myself as I didn't look closely at mine before deleting- and it's been years since I've graduated or stayed at a hotel, and months since I've been to a doctor. If anyone cares to confirm in the notes I'll update this post.)

This post will show you how to clear your off-Meta activity. (You'll also want to toggle off Ads data permissions, but I'll make another post about that later.)

First, go to your Profile Icon, then to Settings and Privacy to get to your Settings.

Once in Settings you're going to click See more in Accounts Center. On desktop it should be in a box on the upper-left of the page.

Once in Accounts Center you're going to click Your information and permissions, then Your activity off Meta technologies at the bottom of that window.

Once in the Your activity off Meta technologies window you're going to notice at the bottom three buttons, Disconnect specific activity, Clear previous activity, and Manage future activity.

You're going to want to first clear your previous activity and disconnect future activity. This will also automatically clear any activity that would be under the Disconnect specific activity tab, as it's just for picking and choosing what activity to delete.

An added benefit to this is that it will also clear out some of the data Meta uses for its AI programs- not all, but hey- that's something.

Also, even if you can't delete your Facebook account, I urge you to please delete/uninstall the app from your phone as that's the #1 best way to keep it from tracking you everywhere you go IRL and online. That said, if you delete no other Meta app from your phone- make sure to delete FB messenger- it's literally the worst one, but that's another post, which I'll hopefully get to after the FB ads one I promised above.

Stay safe out there, and remember- fuck Facebook.

#facebook #social media #zuckerberg #mark zuckerberg #threads #fuck facebook #fuck meta #meta #facebook tracking #off-meta activity #us politics #delete facebook #facebook is done

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widebrimmedhatsblog · 2 days ago

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ONYX STORM ⚡️⚡️⚡️

My thoughts below the cut! Spoilers galore. This is all from my first read through, so we’ll see what changes by the time I finish my second read. I’m still pretty jumbled up about the book (I am physically incapable of opening up goodreads and giving it a rating) and, frankly, I think my notes are going to reflect this! Also, this is thoughts for the WHOLE BOOK, so please don’t open the full post if you’re not done with the WHOLE BOOK.

I’m pasting my notes directly from the doc I took them on while reading , and adding extra post-read commentary when I feel the urge! Also this is your warning that I swear quite a bit in these! For they are candid.

ch1-10:

- i will say i thought the ch 2 epigraph was an inntinnsic clue but now im not so sure bc it’s not that rare it’s just that they kill everyone who has it ??? (commentary from future helena: this is about lilith…right?)

- tell me something, violence. why is it always you? 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

- what IS a soul. how can you take a soul apart piecemeal. why do you think he gave up part of his soul. who told you that. (CFFH: i stand by this. none of this makes any sense to me.)

- hmmmm no red post fingering! curious…very curious (CFFH: i still don’t know about this one dawg)

- the kiss beneath her ear after he helps her get dressed somebody sedate me

- god DOES garrick like imogen because mans does NOT act like it poor im (CFFH: I seriously cannot stop wondering when the hell Rebecca decided to make immrick canon because i LIKE the ship, but on my fw and if re reads it does not read like Garrick likes her, and I would say that holds true till the very end of the damn book)

- VIOLETTTTTTTT I LOVE HER she’s so fucking back (CFFH: violets characterization was my favorite thing about this book. i was really scared about xaden leaving because frankly rebecca writes violet best with him, but she held her own so much better than she has in the other two books. i always love her, but she was incredible here.)

- the bits about vi being a good duchess i Knew that was him saying he wanted to marry her (CFFH: this is an example of what i like to call RY’s “gotcha ass foreshadowing”)

- also i have always characterized fen in my head as loving the movement more than xaden i know what’s up

- i’m soooo excited about him being the duke this is so embarassing im pumping my fists

- did NOT see the samara field trip coming what the fuck

- EVEN HUNDREDS OF MILES AWAY HES STILL TSKING CARE OF EMD EKDNRNRNRN (CFFH: yeah.)

- hey guys what the fuck was that dream? did RY see the cat/violet shippers and get ideas

- WHAT THE FUCK. i saw NONE of this coming

- GARRICKS A WIND WIELDER ???? (CFFH: obviously did not age super well…however garrick was acting so sus here and his dialogue felt so off that i genuinely thought he was the traitor for a fat minute)

11-20

- WHETS RNRJRNRNRNRNRNRJEKEKKRRN

- IS THIS THE MARKED ONES SECOND SIGNET TNEORY (CFFH: can you tell i was a big fan of the marked ones second signet theory. also what’s xadens third signet then? also i feel like if EVERYONE has 2 vi will have 3! i have a theory explaining it below somewhere)

- WLSO DID XADEN FHCKINF KNOW (CFFH: they actually handled this really well i was so nervous they’d have the fight again)

- dude im like short circuiting sick to my stomach HES SOOOOOOO BOYFRIEND ? (CFFH: what on EARTH was this about?)

- well the fuck aware!!!!!!!!!

- i can’t breathe

- i need my inhaler

- LIAM WIELDINF ICE (CFFH: again, can you tell i was a big fan of the marked ones second signet theory? fun fact, i actually wanted to write it into ITHOIA but then i realized a. how much work it would be to concoct that many signets and b. i’d have to give xaden THREE, and decided to pick my battles. however i did brainstorm what signets had xaden energy for giving him a third one and immmmmm immmm having ideasssssss)

- YOURS X

- why do i agree with JFBs venin logic man

- god halden is her traumatic ex relationship goddddd (CFFH: i edited out most of my complaining, but i was super against the halden idea (per my predictions). this might get me cancelled, but it did feel fan service-y? to me? which is fine! fans deserve to be serviced! there are moments of this book in which i am the fan being serviced! but when it become clear RY was going in the halden direction, i was super stressed about how she’d handle it, and im thrilled she made him toxic. THRILLED.)

- SECOND KROVLAN UPRISING

- knowing miss yarros and her gotcha ass foreshadowing ridoc is going on that quest lmdao

- PRFOEOEKEENDJEJEN PROFESSOR RIORSON PROFESSOR RIOROSN (CFFH: not only do i stand by this, but i actually wanted to write teacher roleplay for kinktober and i didn’t bc i didn’t think the fandom would take a liking to it, but CLEARLY rebecca didn’t have those concerns)

- i am going to commit crimes against humanity your relationship did not just END SJEJEJEJENR R (CFFH: i’ve noticed miss yarros has begun to really lean on chapter cliffhangers, and frankly, it pisses me off. i understand she needs to get her bag with kindle unlimited and all, but it makes for a stressful reading experience imo. however, this one got me. this one got me SO bad i had to take a walk to calm down. i have been looking forward to professor riorson for MONTHS and i was convinced it was crashing and burning before my eyes. maybe this is why i shouldn’t read past 1 am. i know rebecca has given interviews and has said she needs there to be constant tension in their relationship or else there’s no story, and while i know what she means, THIS tension felt so manufactured to me. i also think she could pull off a war story with them just like …together. i believe in her. the story needs tension, but it doesn’t need to be between them like this, imho.)

- we live by the codex/i live by you 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫I AM YOURS AND YOU ARE MINE AND THERE’S NO LAW OR RULE IN THIS WORLD OR THE NEXT THAT CAN CHANGE THAT

- you know what we might get shadow sex in this book. we might. (CFFH: we do! and i think we can get more with asim!xaden)

- fun fact about me it took till my THIRD RE READ to see that xaden controls the shadows with his hands.

- there’s been like 3 indirect marriage references if my fucking empire of storms prediction was correct im going to scream (CFFH: so i actually didn’t get to scream because i was too busy MOURNING the lack of a RIORGAIL WEDDING.)

- PAPA SORRENGAIL HAS NAME AND ITS ASHER ?????

- ridocs blow job joke was funny i cackled

- papa sorrengail (im going to deadname him) i do love you man

- SHADOW HANDCUFFS OH MY GOS i had a seizure in my reading hammock

- he is my choice. that got me. that felt good.

- DRAAAAAAAAKE (CFFH: i may say this later, but alli (no tag bc she’s not done reading yet) made drake so sexy to me (and amy! also no tag) and i was kind of disappointed lmfao)

- vi rlly out here playing cousins or dating

21-30

- i loooooove him calling her love all the time

- it’s so crazy to me that he’s relaxed without magic but im glad! since i do think this is his ending over all

- helena bets time: the deal the krovlan rebels didn’t uphold was smth to do with the irids or the feather tails

- “xaden riorson is a lot of things, but happy usually isn’t one of them” hey man what the fuck

- this feels like a fever dream this is the dragon show christmas episode that isn’t relevant to the plot what do you mean they’re bonding over horses

- hey guys is this…capitalism?

- i can’t get over the isle kingdoms being kerch (CFFH: if you haven’t read six of crows this won’t make any sense, but if you have….)

- ARETIA IS THE SECOND MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I MVE EVER SEEN AND MY HOME IS THE FIRST (CFFH: he was ON ONE in this)

- maybe im toxic but he’s being so nice im so anxious about something going wrong 💀 like he stays in the isles or something jesus

- “even if we did, we can’t be in two places at once” + xaden acting weird ….. (CFFH: i want to say third signet but i don’t know)

- what the FUCK is going on with him like it’s really hot but it’s freaking me out

- IM GIVING DIPLOMACY A TRY NOT SURE ITS FOR ME THOUGH (CFFH: dare i say lilith parallel)

- HE WOULD HAVE IF HE’D MET HIM. knocked me on my ass.

- i have an idea i just dont like being wrong baby violet i need to give you a forehead kiss

- why is violets dad the grandpa from the inheritance games

- im going to bed fr fr now but my last minute prediction is that he marries vi to make her an aristocrat (this is wishful thinking) (also we don’t HAVE to rescue halden) (like it’s fine if we don’t)

- MY CONSORTTTTTTTT

- WHEN WOULD BE. can he propose for real. please. (CFFH: this is hurting my feelings)

- bro his LINES IN THIS ???? who do you swear fealty to/VIOLET

- he’s acting less sus…i did NOT like that epigraph abt “returning to his true nature” (CFFH: maybe im on something but idk if this was meant to reflecrt him draining the alloy or whatever it was orrrr if it was abt vi channeling somehow!)

- im almost worried he’s trying to marry her before he kills himself or something but he keeps telling her how selfish he is so maybe not (CFFH: close!)

- her EDS is also a lot better done this time around (CFFH: from a layman’s point of view, obviously, but her injuries were much more graphic, and her other symptoms were actually on page. i really appreciated this)

- oh my godddd sloane and dain.

- i feel like the bond fuckery is vi’s second signet ???? i ALSO feel like it’s sexy

- DAXTON

- PAPA SORRENGAIL HAS A MAIDEN NAME

- also bodhi TOTALLY has a second signet that little LIAR i wonder if he’s an inntinnsic too or smth.

- god imagine bodhi has resurrection

- im trying to be normal but i feel like its insane we’re just now learning where violets family is from idk!!!

- why is dain sweet in this idk also this happened earlier but vi’s dad teaching him languages FOR violet makes me want to cry

- im so fucking proud of violet holy crap

- is violet ??? unnbrian????

31-40

- FOREHEAD TAT LIKE THEOPHANIE!!!!

- violet absolutely can wield there im calling it rn shawty is MAGICAL (CFFH: i guess maybe it’s her touched by dunne ??? thing ??? and she’s somehow ??? half god ????)

- god xaden and dain love her so much

- why does rebecca never let me see xaden do her wraps for her i want to seeeeee

- they’re all in couple pairs so obviously dain and garrick are fucking next (CFFH: this was a joke but tbh…i could be convinced idk)

- god so timing wise DID papa sorrengail meet xaden’s mom !/!:!3&3’ejd (CFFH: i don’t think so ??? but maybe ???)

- not sure my thoughts on the name talia (CFFH: this is bc i picture my bestie Thalia Grace)

- the mommy issues are churning my stomach

- i loooooove aaric holy

- dude i totally thought ridoc was dead

- babe! this isn’t you!

- oh my god ?????? i was NOT expecting violet to give them the old kazzledazzle (CFFH: this is another six of crows reference in which Kaz uses someone’s child as leverage by implying that he’ll kill them, basically, except Kaz is on page morally gray. in THIS book violet is, but i don’t think she had been before now)

- this is genuinely honest to god NOT how i thought their relationship would go and it’s freaking me out

41-50

- you’re my soul JESUS what is he ON

- god poor andarna

- I KNEW HE WAS AN ARIES AND NOT A PICSES I KNEWWWW ITTTT

- she wrote him a letter 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

- i will say i’ve been wondering if the venin effects xaden experiences are more of a ptsd metaphor than anything

- is cuir trans bc i totes thought she was a woman

- ….it would be a shame to kill my last living relative….

- god the adaptations to the running landing mean so much to me im so proud of her

- violet baby i love you to pieces

- you do some of your best work on that throne 😭😭😭😭 (CFFH: the amount of callbacks in this book was very intriguing to me)

- WERE HOME VI ACT LIKE IT

- i was actually rlly against xaden telling anyone he was venin but it’s all gone surprisingly well

- if lindell and lewellen are xaden and liam’s gay foster dads….dont call don’t text

- shadow handcuffs………………..

- im a fan!

- god i did NOT expect that to be the route they took? with the sex ? (CFFH: i thought they were gonna handcuff XADEN. )

- she is absolutely having xaddys dreams but idk what the FUCK the cat one was

- IS XADENS THIRD SIGNET PROPHETIC DREAMS. (CFFH: im leaning towards venin mindfuckery but who knows)

51-end

- i am actually really enjoying tairn and adarna this read although id like a dragon punnet square

- violet is so venin. xaden IS power she says while she says SHE IS power mmmmm rebecca i know your secrets (CFFH: see yall after book 4 idk)

- hi who the fuck was the high priestess and why does it matter im so confused i can see the puzzle pieces and i am flipping the table

- also crack pot theory entered my head. if xaddy gets 3 signets then vi has to get 3 signets. tairn never says naolin he always says “the one who came before” what if…hear me out…somehow it was papa sorrengail???? and not naolin ??? at least not naolin the whole time so then she’s getting a third signet from tairn

- why the fuck did vi not listen to aaric in the first place mans clearly knows what he’s talking about (CFFH: #drama)

- okay is violet a demigod. is that what’s going on

- IS HER HAIR NOT ACTUALLY SILVER (CFFH: i feel like it has to be ????)

- okay wait im thinking about the dedication thing they said earlier -> lilith is sick -> they think fetus vi is going to die -> they ??? dedicate ??? her ??? to dunne ??? (CFFH: i still don’t know actually except she’s two and not a fetus? and it was just papa sorrengail. also i think they rode tairn there LMAO but maybe im insane)

- i cant get over garrick being a distance wielder i need to check on the immrick girlies (CFFH: immrick girlies i hope you’re well!!)

- god how are the irids involved in rsc ???

- i exist for tairn, but i live for xaden okay girl okayyyy

- god does she get to keep being an inntinnsic now ?????

- THRILLED about her sleeping in xadens clothes

- were past the break up stage he’s sooooo real i love him

- core. memory. (CFFH: this is the biggest sin rebecca’s committed anachronism wise my god)

- god DID they get secret married ????

- god when they said bring your brother and i thought she meant liam was being resurrected i actually started to enter cardiac arrest (CFFH: am i the only one 😔)

- is bodhi actually his secret brother and garrick knows and we don’t because what the fuck (CFFH: i guess it could just be vibes?)

- my heart is not in my chest cavity after the liam business

- COLONEL DAXTONS GUIDE TO EXCELLING IN THE SCRIBE QUADRANT!!!!!

- i knew that was how it was going to go purely from alli’s take the second they said they had mira i was like reciting the sitq ending (CFFH: obviously i was slightly wrong but still! this is controversial but the fact that she let everyone were close to (mira/ridoc) live and only killed off tertiary characters kind of undercut the experience for me idk!)

- oh my god dain and sloane 🥹

- come back to me/only ever you

- DUKE OF ANGST

- is garrick’s distance wielding how they dealt with the fuck ass trips to aretia that didn’t work with the timeline bc that’s brilliant actually god damnit

- the bullshit about being everywhere at once means something i can feel it

- RHIANNON?????

- cannot believe that line is feirge

- hi so fun fact i don’t think jm meant to read for this many hours straight i feel like im locked in a trance

- THE ONLY PERSON I TRULY LOVE ???? ABOUT QUINN??? IMOGEN ???

- what on earth is imogen’s second signet bc i don’t think that’s how fire wielding works ????

- i cannot believe the marked ones all have second signets what the ever loving fuck

- i feel like quinn’s death was just not that impactful however imogen saying her mom and sister will know who she is made me tear up jesus

This is where I stopped taking notes!! I’m SO confused about the ending. To be quite honest, I think I’ll reblog this with my thoughts on the ending after I’ve re read it, because I’m LOST. What did Xaden show Sgaeyl ???? Who turned venin with him, because I thought Bodhi but maybe Garrick but maybe both??? how DARE rebecca now show me the riorgail wedding ?/??2?3?3$33&:! WHO does he have a DEAL with???

misc thought that didn’t make it up there:

- i LOVE how she handled Sawyer’s amputation and rehab.

#onyx storm spoilers #onyx storm #fourth wing #this is was so much fun it soothed by withdraws by 5%

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mynameismckenziemae · 2 days ago

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Hi McKenzie!

I just wanted to say I’ve been following your blog for a while, and I absolutely love the way you write and characterize Bradley Bradshaw. There’s this one post you made a while back about him being touch-starved in relationships that I keep going back to because it was so beautifully written and just felt right for his character.

It got me thinking about something I’d love your take on! I imagine Bradley might have memories of his mom singing or dancing in the kitchen when he was a kid—maybe it was part of their morning routine while she made him pancakes or something like that.

What if, after he’s been with you for a little while and starts staying over at your place, he wakes up one morning and finds you in the kitchen, dancing and singing along to a song while making breakfast? It brings him back to those memories of his mom and makes him fall for you even more because he realizes you’re starting to feel like "home" for him.

I feel like it would be such a soft, intimate moment, and I’d love to know your thoughts on it!

Thank you 🥹 there’s just something about being told something you wrote is beautiful.

The toasty warmth of Bradley’s body and his soft snores in your ear that pull you from your slumber.

His brow furrows but he doesn’t stir as you slip out his hold and there’s no resisting the urge to kiss it before heading to the kitchen to make breakfast.

‘80s Hits’ plays softly on your phone as you pull out the ingredients for pancakes, singing along as you go.

When I see you smile

I can face the world

You don’t hear him get up and the feel of his big, warm hands coming around your waist makes you jump.

“Oh God, you scared me,” you laugh, face heating, “please don’t tell me you heard my singing.”

“My mom…” he rests his chin on your shoulder, voice thick with emotion, “my mom used to sing that song all the time.”

It makes something pinch in your chest.

“I’m sorry Roo,” you whisper, turning your head to kiss the scars along his jaw.

“No, don’t be,” he murmurs, eyes shiny with unshed tears. “just reminded me of her. She would’ve loved you.”

That makes your eyes fill, but his the words he says next for the first time have them spilling over.

“I love you.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #mm’s answered asks

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 7 hours ago

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If you're looking for threesome requests, my personal favorite is Blood Orange (Raph and Mikey). I don't need anything too crazy (I'm honestly as vanilla as they come 😅) but maybe it's the two of them and the reader's first time together? They're still figuring things out a little, and Raph and Mikey need to come to an understanding on how to go about things, and it ends up being very sweet, passionate and ultimately a success. I hope this is okay. Let me know, and thank you so much!

Blood Orange (18+)

Fortnite!Raphael x reader x Fortnite!Michelangelo

A/N: I’m not that vanilla myself, but I’ve decided to cut back just a little, before any full on action is about to happen, keeping it very implied (and maybe because I got a little tired but still had an urge to get this posted today😂💚). It doesn’t go into detail about their first time together, but it does set the stage for how a threesome would come about, and I hope that’s okay❤️🧡

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Fwb relations, implied smut, almost fingering, turtley anatomy, implied threesome.

You had tried plenty of things in your life. Many exciting things that some people could only dream of. Though you might not consider them exciting or as extreme as some people might see it, but you did enjoy it. You had enjoyed all of it. But there was still one thing that you really wanted to try. A thing you had only been able to dream of. A fantasy that had been making its way through your thoughts, over and over for quite some time now. And now, as you sat between Raphael and Michelangelo on the couch, watching a show that they had decided on, your little fantasy made its way back into focus, causing your heart to quicken a bit. And what was that little fantasy of yours? A threesome. Not just any threesome, but a threesome with you, and the two mutant turtles you sat between. And to be quite honest, that fantasy had been getting you in the mood like no other. Especially when you knew exactly what the two brothers were capable of.

For several weeks now, you had had a friends with benefits relationship with not just Raphael but Michelangelo as well. However, neither of them seemed to know about the other. None of them knew that just moments after you had been sucking Raph off in his bedroom, you would just skip across the hall to Mikey’s room, where he would eat you out in his own room. And in all brutal honesty. You loved it. It was probably one of the best things you had ever gotten yourself into. Some days it had gotten more freaky than others, with you having been fucked thuroly by one of the brothers, before you made your way to the other brother to experience the whole thing all over again.

You have had both Raph and Mikey, several times, even within hours of each other. So of course, the natural thing to be wanting next, was to have both of them at the same time. And of course, as you sat there, squished between the two men that have been pounding you to heaven and back, you couldn’t help but wonder if you should do something about it. That this was the day that you would cause your fantasy to become real.

With a lip bite you shifted your attention between the two mutants, wondering which one would be the first to make a move on you. Normally, it wouldn’t take long before one of them would cough, or do something before mumbling something about going to their room, as a sign for you to follow when the coast was clear, and all suspicion was off. So now you sat there, excitingly waiting for any of them to do something. Both Mikey and Raph sat with their eyes glued to the show, playing on the screen before you. They would only move once in a while, in an attempt to get more comfortable on the couch. At every move, you found yourself hoping, getting excited at the thought of what might happen next. So you could not help but feel a little disappointed when they were only scratching their chin, or just moving one leg over the other. It was almost getting to the point of infuriating. But then, something happened, sending shivers of joy through your body.

Raph had moved a hand to his chin, giving it a few scratches, before letting it fall back down. But instead of returning to a rest in Raph lap, just like it had done moments before, it now came to rest on your thigh, giving it a small squish, before letting his thumb rub against your clothes. It was impossible for you to not bite the inside of your lip.

Just as you started to focus on the feeling of Raph’s hand on your thigh, you felt Mikey’s hand carefully nudge yours onto his lap, with his hand slowly guiding it to where he wanted it, getting closer and closer to his cloaca. You sucked in a silent breath, noticing how both brothers were still staring at the television, not noticing what the other was doing. It was thrilling, as you felt your lower region beginning to puls with excitement. Raph’s hand moved closer to your pulsing center, as your little finger made contact with Mikey’s needy cloaca. You swallowed a moan, but you could not hide your heavy sigh. That caused Raph to chuckle, and Mikey to crack a small smile.

“And here I thought she would be a harder nut to crack”, he chuckled, finally looking your way, with his hand squishing your thigh once more. This time you could not hide your moan, too shocked to even try.

“Really?”, Mikey asked, slowly moving your hand over his cloaca, smirking as you saw your flustered and confused expression. “I honestly expected her to crack a lot sooner. You know how she gets when she has first put her mind to something”.

“What are you talking about?”, you asked, feeling your heart beating faster and your breath getting heavier.

“Did you seriously not expect us to know?”, Raph chuckled with a smug smile, leaning in closer to your face, his hand moving to cup your heat, while Mikey’s member slowly came out to let your fingers grace against it. “We’re mutant turtles babe, we can smell it on you”.

“What?”, you asked, suddenly feeling very mortified, freezing in your seat.

The two brothers started laughing, before moving closer against you.

“I don’t think she knows, Mikey”, Raph said, rubbing his hand over your center. “I don’t think she knows that we can smell when she gets aroused, or when she has been with any of us”.

“You can what?!”, you asked, turning from one to the other, your eyes wide, as the revelation of Raph’s words started sinking in. They knew, and they had always known.

“What Raph just told you”, Mikey smiled, using your hand to stimulate his cloaca, letting his head fall back against the headrest of the couch, looking at you with dreamy yet mischievous eyes. “I don’t think you realize how much fun we’ve had with it”.

“Fun?”, you asked, feeling Raph’s fingers sneak towards the hem of your bottoms.

“Yeah, fun”, Raph smirked, slowly moving below you underwear, as his fingers sneaked their way down. “It’s almost a game to see who can make you cum the quickest, or if we can beat your highest amount of orgasms in one day”.

“Why do you think we both want you on the same day, just right after each other? We know just how to overstimulate you”, Mikey said.

“But tonight”, Raph said, making his way past your mount, with one finger gracing your slick folds, causing you to shutter, wishing that he would press down, right where you needed him and Mikey the most. “We thought it would be best to see if we could do it all, together, right here, on the couch”.

“How does that sound?”, Mikey asked, his voice already sounding airy.

You did not hesitate, pressing your fingers against Mikey’s cloaca, causing his member to slowly slip out, his head peeking into the palm of your hand, while you lifted your hips just a little, chasing Raph’s fingers.

“I say, bring all you got”, you smiled, feeling delighted that your fantasy was finally becoming a reality.

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bestalbertcamuslover · 12 hours ago

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Platinum Blonde

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✯ pairing: RB! Sebastian Vettel x Engineer! Reader ✯

✯ content warnings: none ✯

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Coming back to work after the break wasn’t the most thrilling experience. Sure, she loved her job, but there was something about vacation that always seemed sweeter—maybe just a little more time off would’ve been nice. However, any lingering post-vacation blues vanished the moment she walked into the paddock and saw that sight.

Sebastian Vettel, rocking platinum blonde hair.

She blinked, doing a double take as if her eyes were playing tricks on her. That hair color—so bold, so unexpected—had an oddly magnetic effect on her. She always thought he was good-looking and undeniably charming, but somehow, the shock of bright blonde only amplified it. She found herself stealing glances, fighting the urge to stare, wondering how such a simple change could leave her feeling so off-balance.

She threw herself into her work, as focused as ever, yet every break felt like a betrayal of her resolve. Her eyes would inevitably wander, seeking him out across the garage or wherever he happened to be. What’s wrong with me? she wondered, internally chastising herself as her thoughts began to drift into muddier, more unprofessional territories.

The question that kept looping in her mind—the one that embarrassed her more than anything—was whether he noticed. Did he catch her staring? Did he notice how her words stumbled slightly whenever he walked by? That ridiculous hair color wasn’t helping either. It only made him more distracting, more present.

She shook her head, trying to dismiss the idea, but deep down, the thought made her heart race. What if he knew? What if he could see right through her calm façade? The possibility both terrified and thrilled her.

She had just managed to lose herself in her clipboard and notes when the shadow fell over her desk. She looked up, and there he was. The hair was just as bright under the sunlight as it had been in the garage, and the smirk on his face told her that he had caught her off guard.

“Busy as ever, huh?” Sebastian said, his voice warm and laced with playful curiosity.

She blinked, scrambling to gather her composure. “Yeah, you know, making sure everything’s perfect,” she replied, gesturing to the papers in front of her like they were the most important thing in the world.

His smirk deepened. “That’s good. Though I have to say, you seem... distracted today.”

Her stomach flipped. Did he know? Did he actually notice the way she’d been stealing glances all day? “Distracted? No, I’m just focused,” she said quickly, forcing a tight smile.

“Focused,” he repeated, his tone teasing, as if he didn’t buy it for a second. He leaned slightly closer, resting a hand on the edge of her desk. “Is that why you’ve been staring at me every chance you get?”

Her cheeks burned instantly, and she fumbled for a response, caught completely off guard by his boldness. “I wasn’t staring” she stated, but even to her, the denial sounded unconvincing.

His grin grew wider, and he tilted his head, studying her with those sharp, knowing eyes. “No? Must’ve been my imagination, then,” he said lightly, though his tone made it clear he didn’t believe her for a second.

She opened her mouth to respond, but couldn’t think of anything that didn’t sound like an admission. He let her squirm for a moment before stepping back, giving her space to breathe.

“I’m just messing with you,” he said, his voice softer now, though there was still a mischievous glint in his eye. “But if you do have any thoughts on the hair, feel free to share.”

She hesitated, caught between embarrassment and the undeniable pull of his easy charm. Finally, she blurted out, “It’s… bold.”

Sebastian chuckled, running a hand through his platinum locks. “Bold, huh? I’ll take that as a compliment.”

She managed a small laugh, finally starting to relax. “It’s definitely… eye-catching.”

“Good to know,” he said, giving her a wink before straightening up. “Well, don’t work too hard, okay? I’d hate to think I’m the one distracting you.”

Before she could respond, he walked away, leaving her with her heart racing and her thoughts spinning. That grin, that hair—it was going to be a very long weekend.

And it was, yet, a great weekend for the team as Sebastian won the race with a large gap behind him. The exhilaration from wins was always strong, and gosh, her stomach felt like a nest of butterflies after they had all drunk a few Red Bulls.

The team’s celebration was in full swing. Music thumped, champagne flowed freely, and laughter filled the air. But she couldn’t shake the feeling of her heart pounding for reasons beyond the race. It wasn’t the thrill of the victory—it was the sight of Sebastian, his platinum hair slightly mussed, his grin wide as he soaked up the joy of the moment. He was magnetic, more so than usual, and it was driving her mad.

After a while, she needed a break from the noise and slipped away from the crowd, weaving through the garage to find some peace. She found herself close to Sebastian’s driver’s room, the door slightly ajar. Peeking in, she saw him sitting on the couch, his race suit peeled down to his waist, a bottle of water in hand. He looked up and saw her hovering in the doorway.

“Hey,” he said, his voice softer than it had been all night. “Hiding from the party?”

She smiled sheepishly and stepped inside. “Something like that. Needed some air.”

He gestured to the spot beside him. “Come in. I promise not to celebrate too loudly.”

She hesitated for a moment before taking the seat, the quiet hum of the garage a stark contrast to the chaos outside. They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, and then he spoke again, his tone teasing. “So, was it the hair? Did it bring me luck?”

She laughed, shaking her head. “No, I think it was the driver.”

“Good answer,” he said, leaning back against the couch, his gaze lingering on her. “You seemed pretty excited out there. Nice to see you loosen up.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled. “It’s hard not to when the team does so well.”

He nodded, but his eyes didn’t leave her. “And yet, you still seem a little... distracted.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “I could say the same about you,” she countered, trying to deflect.

He smirked. “Touché. But let’s not pretend we don’t both know what’s going on here.”

Her stomach flipped at his words, the intensity in his gaze making it hard to breathe. “Seb, I—”

Before she could finish, he leaned in, closing the small distance between them. His lips brushed hers softly, testing, giving her every chance to pull away. But she didn’t. Instead, she leaned into him, her hands finding his shoulders as the kiss deepened.

When they finally broke apart, her cheeks were flushed, and his grin was wider than she’d ever seen. “Guess that’s one way to celebrate,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

She laughed, her nerves melting into something warmer. “Don’t get used to it,” she joked, though the look in her eyes said otherwise.

“Oh, I will,” he replied, his tone full of playful confidence. “You’ll just have to deal with it.”

Before she could fire back a response, he leaned in, catching her off guard as his lips pressed against hers. It was soft at first, testing the waters, but when she didn’t pull away—when she leaned into him instead—it deepened. Her hands instinctively reached up, fingers brushing through his hair. That hair.

When they finally broke apart, both slightly breathless, he raised an eyebrow, his playful grin returning. “So... do you hate it?”

��Hate it?” she repeated, laughing softly as she ran her fingers through the strands again, this time with purpose. “Seb, I loved it the second I saw it. It’s infuriating how much it affects me.”

His grin widened, clearly pleased. “Infuriating, huh? I can live with that.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was no denying the warmth in her gaze. “I mean, it’s obnoxiously bold and completely unnecessary, but somehow... it works.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he teased, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “So, you’re saying the platinum blonde was a good decision?”

She sighed dramatically, though the way her hands stayed tangled in his hair betrayed her. “I’m saying it’s... distracting. You walk into a room, and I forget how to form coherent sentences.”

Sebastian laughed, the sound low and warm as his hands rested on her waist. “Good to know. I’ll keep that in mind next time I need to get your attention.”

“You’re insufferable,” she muttered, though her smile said otherwise.

“And you’re still holding onto my hair,” he pointed out with a wink.

“Oh, shut up,” she said, pulling him back in for another kiss, this one bolder, as if to prove a point.

He didn’t argue, and instead leaned into the kiss, his hands finding her waist.

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✯ authors note: I really love platinum blonde hair, is such a turn on tbh

English is not my first language and I hope you liked it <3

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ad1isajellyf1sh · 2 days ago

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"But 'just friends' don't look at each other like that." A quote I found on Pinterest..(づ￣ ³￣)づ

a short fluff snufmin fic!

genre: light fluff, possibly mutual pining, fluff, idiots in love but are dumb

warnings: none

author's note: first post... sweats.. cookie moomin divider by @fishgills

Giddy is a feeling that Moomintroll was very familiar with. It's a bright summer day, and the refreshing breeze is a nice change to the unrelenting heat of Moominvalley's sun. Resting in a field of summer daisies and peonies swaying in the summer breeze, the shining sun radiates down onto Moomin's white fur. Lying back on the soft grass, he stretches with spread arms. A tranquil peace surrounds Moomin, that and the sound of a familiar tune. A harmonica plays a soft tune, one that Moomin came to both love and admire. Repetitive perhaps, but its relaxing tune is all Moomin needs to truly feel at home. As the harmonica's song comes to a slow end, Moomin is first to jump up from his laid-back position.

It was just a few moments ago when Snufkin had once again wandered off to a remote location to explore. it was then did Moomin had to find and catch his traveling companion so he could invite Snufkin on an adventure in Moominvalley! But, it seems that Moomin had fallen into a deep trace to Snufkin's harmonica. Maybe something a little more, but who knows?

"This is where you have been, Snufkin?" Moomin asks, looking out to the rows of summer flowers that seem to bathe Moominvalley in a sea of vibrant colors.

"Of course, I couldn't resist the urge to explore further ahead. Mr. Hemulen told me about this place, isn't it beautiful?" Snufkin sets down his harmonica only to push off the large rock he had been resting on. Gazing out into the fields, Moomin turns his head to Snufkin's, a smile plays on Snufkin's face as he looks out into the colorful flowers to lush plants. Moomin continues to gaze up at Snufkin, and an unfamiliar feeling settles in Moomin's stomach. A faint breeze rustles through Snufkin's brown hair, his signature green hat wavering ever so slightly. Snufkin places a hand on his hat, keeping it from flying away. Moomin's face turns the slightest bit of pink, and a bubbly feeling tickles Moomin's throat.

"It is beautiful," Moomin mutters under his breath. Blue eyes soften at the Snufkin's content expression. Adornment in the troll's eyes as he smiles faintly.

"What was that Moomin?" Snufkin's curious voice snaps Moomin from his daze. Snufkin turns his head to face Moomin only to see him face anyway quickly. Moomin snaps his head back right back towards the field, a light redness betraying his pale fur. A quickened heart rate makes Moomin a bit too flustered.

"Nothing! Ow." Moomin starts, rubbing the sore spot. Unbeknownst to the troll, a great blush covers his cheeks! Embarrassed at nearly being caught gawking at Snufkin, Moomin grabs Snufkin's hands in a rush, tugging his dear companion to the distant forest line up ahead. Flowers brushing against their legs, tickling their sides.

"Come on, we have an adventure to go to!" Moomin blurts out, his stomach filled with flowers and butterflies. Snufkin's brown eyes widen as Moomin takes his hand. A fleeting pinkness arrives on Snufkin's cheeks, a warm feeling in his chest. Snufkin keeps a good grip on his hat as Moomin leads them into another adventure. The flustered look on Moomin's face catches Snufkin off guard, and yet a smile creeps onto Snufkin's face. Laughing quietly, Snufkin shakes his head before falling into a rhythm beside Moomin. Slyly, Snufkin intertwines their fingers. Moomin feels his heart skip a beat, buzzing in his ears.

"Okay, Moomin." Snufkin chuckles affectionately.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed!! This is my first post.. i hope to upload more soon (^▽^)👍

word count: 581

#moomin #snufmin #snufkin #moomintroll #fluff #first post #snufmin fic #snufkin fic #moomin fic #sweats #imagine #THEYRE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR #i love them so much #i love them your honor

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boytearscore · 6 hours ago

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she's my coach's dautgher. — chris sturniolo.

summary: christopher sturniolo, the star of your father’s hockey team, the white tigers, makes your life as the coach’s daughter a nightmare. he constantly mocks, flirts, and rolls his eyes at you, while other players secretly hit on you behind your dad’s back. adding to the chaos, your father insists on dragging you to the rink, especially since your strategies proved effective, earning you a say in guiding the team. this infuriates chris, who sees you as nothing more than a lucky pretty face. after a frustrating match filled with unfair play leads to the team’s first loss under his watch, chris storms off, and when your father goes to follow him, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

warnings: swearing, enemies to lovers, comedy, action, drama, smut, hacker au, chris hockey player au, mention of past traumas and sensitive topics lightly, and as always strong female lead.

author’s note: this isn’t the first solo story of the sturniolo triplets i wrote, ‘tears’ was my first fanfiction posted here also with chris as the main role hehe. but this is kinda different? it’s the first one with a deeper and more elaborated plot. after seeing the idea somewhere, i had the urge to write about chris being a hockey player facing unfair situations and his anger issues. anyway, don’t forget to comment your thoughts and if you wanna be added on the tag list, i’ll make sure to on the next chapter. see you, xoxo.

CHAPTER ONE.

chris throws his helmet against the locker room wall before even getting inside, he lets a loud grow leave his lips while sitting on the bench, chest moving up and down fast with anger burning inside him.

‘’fuck!’’ he runs his fingers through his hair damped by the sweat. he couldn’t believe how the referee just handed the game so shamelessly when cleared the white tigers played way better. if it wasn’t for the unfair penalties, they would’ve have won.

meanwhile still on the rink, your father rubs a hand on the back of his neck. he knew how irrational chris could be when moved by anger and all sorts of things started going through his mind: a possible expulsion for provoking a fight with the other team leading to ruin his best player reputation and chances of getting into the country’s team. he could also violate moral codes and rules, and as soon as he realizes how chris could lose everything, he begins to walks towards the locker room.

but you stop him, placing a gentle hand over his arm. ‘’take care of the team, i’ll handle chris.’’

your father frowns, not sure how you could help since you and chris are constantly getting on each other's throats every practice and game. but then he glances at his team, how frustrated and upset the boys looked, they needed him more than chris right now, so he just nods before rushing to them.

as you get closer and closer to the locker room, the sound of chris’ voice cursing and hitting things got louder.

‘’not now, couch.’’ he groans, resting his elbows on his knees while letting his head sink between his legs but your steps get closer making him turn with darkneed eyes. ‘’I said not now, coa-’’

“damn, you really can’t handle your emotions, can you?” you cut him off, leaning against the wall with crossed arms, your usual nonchalant tone making him clench his jaw.

his eyes widen briefly before narrowing again, a flash of something - anger, surprise, relief? - crossing his face. he runs a hand through his long hair falling over his eyes, still breathing heavily from the game and his outburst.

‘’did you see that shitshow out there? he gestures vaguely towards the rink, voice rising with renewed indignation. ‘’they fucked us!! that ref had it out for us from the start-’’

he cuts himself off, seeming to remember himself who he was talking to. his shoulders slump slightly as he takes a deep breath, trying to rein in his temper.

you walk towards him, getting closer but respecting his space. “i know, i saw.” you sigh, looking at the his broad shoulders. “but as a player you cannot let your emotions get the best of you. they’re gonna think you’re easy to mess with.”

chris gives you a death glare, a muscle twitching in his cheek. ‘’easy to mess with? is that what you think of me?’’ his gaze intensifies on yours. “i’ve worked my ass off for this team, given everything i have out on that ice. and for what? to be screwed over by some biased ref?’’ he looks away, staring at the floor as he struggles to control his frustration, feeling his chest tightening with rage, he takes big steps, getting closer to you after getting up from the bench, unconsciously invading your personal space as his passion overrides his usual restraint. “so no, i won’t control how i feel about caring for the white tigers, about wanting to win fair and square. if that makes me 'easy to mess with', then so be it.’’

you scoff, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him against the wall, a smirk on your lips. “i didn't say i think you’re easy to mess with. i just said they’re gonna assume that based on your reaction.” you grip his uniform, restraining him from moving. he was not calming down with racional words, so you make up your mind by using physical tactics. “close your eyes.” you tell him quietly, sliding the hand up to his neck slowly.

chris’ breath hitches with your touch, his heart pounding beneath your palm while his eyes widen at your command, a flicker of confusion and anticipation crossing his face. slowly, hesitantly, he closes his eyes, his long lashes fluttering against his cheeks.

‘’what are you- ‘’ his question is cut off as your fingers wrap around his throat, digits detecting his racing pulse. a shudder runs through him at your touch, his body tensing and then relaxing into the contact.

when he speaks again, his voice is lower, rougher with barely contained emotion he couldn’t quite describe. ‘this isn't... we shouldn't…’’ even as he protests weakly, he tilts his head slightly, exposing more of his throat to your exploring hand.

“shut up.” you command, loosening the grip to reach his cheek. “take a deep breath now.” you bring the other hand to his back, caressing it soflty. he frowns but obeys, chest slowly inflating before melting back down. ‘’again.’’ you bring him closer, his body brushing against yours while caressing his cheek and back at the same time. “don’t stop until i say so.”

your gentle caress on his cheek and firm grip on his back send sparks of peace through him, momentarily overriding the lingering anger and frustration from the game. he leans into your touch almost unconsciously, his eyes remaining closed as you commanded.

as instructed, he continues to take deep, shuddering breaths, his broad chest expanding against yours over and over in a slow pace. he brings a hand up to rest on your hips, gripping lightly as if anchoring himself.

the heat of your body pressed against his is intoxicating, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else and confused with how relaxed and nervous he was. his mind races with thoughts he knows he shouldn't be having, especially not here where anyone could catch you two. but god, the way you're touching him, the authority in your voice...

“open your eyes now.” you whisper into his ear making him snap from his unwanted thoughts. your hand slowly pulling away from his body to stare at him. “better?”

chris’ eyes flutter open at your whispered command, his gaze immediately locking with yours. there’s a new intensity in his blue orbes, a swirling mix of desire, gratitude, and lingering tension from earlier. he takes a moment to collect himself, adam‘s apple bobbing as he swallows hard.

‘’sort of.’’ his voice is low and husky, he tries to hide it but fails making you chuckle with the attempt. ‘’thanks, i guess.’’

‘’don’t even know how to say thank you properly, do you?’’ you roll your eyes while grabbing something from the pocket of your miniskirt. “now that you’re not acting like a lunatic, i have the solution everyone’s problems including dad's and yours.” you smile with a tiny usb in hand, shaking it playfully.

chris’ eyebrows raise curiously, his interest piqued despite himself.

‘’how is a dumb usb gonna help us?’’ he asks crossing his arms with eyebrows still raised. ‘’look, i dont have time for this. i need to get back there and break that ref’s teeth to knock some sense on him.’’ chris began to walk but you push him against the wall again making him gasp with your strength.

‘’can you shut up and not let your stupid temper ruin everything?’’ your faces are close now, the seriousness on your gaze unintentionally making him freeze, you smirk, noticing how he’s finally listening. “i may or may not have recorded the conversation between their coach and mr. stephenson.” she shrugs with a nonchalant tone, releasing the grip on his uniform.

chris’ eyes widen in shock, his mouth falling open slightly as he processes your revelation. he glances around furtively once more before leaning in even closer, voice dropping to an urgent whisper.

‘’what does the university president has to do with anything?’’ he frowns his eyebrows before slowly coming to realization and placing a hand over his mouth. ‘’that dirty old man, he got something in return after letting those bastards win, didn’t he?’’ he clenches his jaw again, but suddenly turns to you, tilting his head. ‘’wait, you said you recorded them. how?”

‘’you dont need to know that.’’ you hide the usb on your pockets before turning to him again. ‘’i have a plan in mind, you're in?’’

he looks at you for a second, thinking about his team mates and his coach. most of all, his own future and how the dirty hands of the president could ruin everything. sure, he hated you and did not want to follow your bossy ass around, but he had everything to gain and nothing to lose.

with a determined look, he nods but feels uneasy. ‘’are you sure about this?’’

“about what?” you ask, raising a brow. “about saving my dad’s career and possibly the whole university's pride?’’ what a stupid question, chris.” you turn your back to him with arms crossed. “now listen carefully so you dont mess anything up by being stupid.” he looks at you attentively, face getting closer to yours. “you cannot go out there and throw this on their faces.’’ you tell him pointing to the usb inside your pocket. ‘’or tell someone about it. not even my dad.”

chris’ expression softens as he realizes the gravity of the situation and the trust you're placing in him. he nods solemnly, holding your gaze with unwavering intensity.

‘’you’re right.’’ he murmurs in understandment. ‘’i won’t let my emotions ruin everything.’’

there's a beat of charged silence between you, the air thick with tension and unspoken emotions. the intense stare of eyes, almost as for a second both of you forgot the whole purpose of that conversation.

then, you clean your throat, taking a step back from him and biting your lips while crossing your arms, mentally placing the pieces of your plan together.

“i need you to get back there now and act crazy.” you say and chris frowns. “tell my dad you’re getting off the team.”

he blinks in surprise at your sudden directive and mixed words, his brows furrowed in confusion. ‘’what? didn't you just say i’m not supposed to let my emotions ruin everything?” he almost yells. ‘’and telling your dad i’m off the team? are you crazy? that would provoke a huge mess on the rink and…’’ he leaves his mouth open processing his own words, but catches himself, realizing the strategic brilliance behind your plan. a slow, impressed grin spreads across his face. “which gives you enough time to deal with mr. stephenson.’’

you smirk at him. ‘’guess you’re not that dumb, just a little slow.” you shrug and he can’t help but smirk, looking at your figure with hidden admiration instead of annoyance at your teasing.

he takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the performance ahead. when he meets your gaze again, there's a new fire in his eyes - part determination, part exhilaration at the daring nature of your scheme.

‘’aight, i'm all in. let’s give them a show they won't forget.” his smirk get bigger and you narrow your eyes at him.

“chris, don’t take this like we’re in a fucking action movie.” you exclaim, grabbing his chin to make him stare at you. “if anything goes wrong you won’t be able to get on the team again and my dad will quit.” you sigh, closing your eyes while continuing to tell him the secret that has been burdening your shoulders for a long time. “i’m not even suppose to know this but he found out about mr. stephenson’s scheme. he was planning on quitting as a coach if the president proceeded with it.” you open your eyes again with a heavy gaze. “which is why you cannot mess this up, got it?’’

the blue eyes boy’s expression sobers instantly at the weight of your words, the gravity of the situation crashing over him. he covers your hand on his chin with his own, giving it a gentle squeeze as he holds your determined gaze. your body secretly reacting to his touch, but quickly you brush away.

‘i know. trust me, i’m not taking this lightly.” hi voice is low and fervent, tinged with emotion. ‘’your dad's career, the team's future... i understand how high the stakes are. and i appreciate the trust you're putting in me, even if i am a dick sometimes.’’

a wry smile tugs at his lips before fading into a look of pure resolve. ‘’i promise you, i will do everything in my power to make this work. for your dad, for the team, for me, and for us.”

chris bites his tongue, already regretting his words but you smirk at him. “i mean us as in a team to take them down.”

“us?” you tilt your head with squinted eyes. “don’t get it twisted, sturniolo. we’re not a team and i still hate you.” he rolls his eyes and you pull away from him, walking back to the rink. ‘’wait five minutes before getting there.’’ with your head turned, you give him a serious glare. ‘’and do not fuck this up, for the love of god, chris.’’

he watches you walk away, a complex mix of emotions playing across his face - admiration for your bravery, affection despite your harsh words, and a flicker of uncertainty. he takes a deep breath, squaring his shoulders as he prepares to put your plan into action.

as soon as you step onto the ice, your father walks to you with a worried expression.

‘’how is he?’’ he asks and you fake a disappointed look.

‘’sorry, dad.’’

chris lingers for a moment longer, gathering his courage. then, after your figure vanished away from the locker’s room hallway, he strides purposefully towards the ice, throwing his twig on the rink. ‘’this is bullshit! i can’t believe you let those asses walk over us like that, coach!’’ chris makes a scene, his voice rising to a shout. ‘’you know what? forget this. i’m done. i’m off the team.’’

as the whole team begins to yell and the audience talk while everyone walks around creating a huge and loud mess, you secretly take the elevator that leads to the private part of the stadium where the president watches the games. smiling at yourself thinking about how good his performance was, although not giving too much credit since acting out was a regular thing for him.

the university’s president bodyguards glances at you once you get the door, blocking the way but you give them a fake innocent smile.

‘’my dad told me to give an important message about the star player of the team, christopher sturniolo.’’ you clench your fist while they exchange looks before talking on their earpiece, you keep the smile on hoping to get a positive response, the whole plan was counting on it.

‘’copy that, boss.’’ they nod and allow you to go through. the fake gentle smile you had shifted into a mocking smirk as you passed by them, body guards might be strong, but they sure are dumb as hell.

“hello, mr. stephenson.” you announce yourself, walking calmly towards his desk.

he turns his chair to you, his chin rested on his hands, he had a creep smile on his lips.

‘’hello, darling. my body guards told me you have an important message from your dad to deliver, is that right?’’

the calm tone in his voice gets on your nerves, but you control yourself, slowly heading next to his seated figure.

“big game out there, huh?” you ignore his question, staring at the crowd of people arguing while your father tries to calm everyone down through the huge glass wall that gives the perfect view to the rink, anger building inside you. “although it was a bit weird how the ref inclined more towards our team, i saw a bunch of nonsense penalties here and there.” your voice is nonchalant while your head tilts to look at him. “what do you think about this? you know... since you saw everything from up here.”

he clears his throat, trying to maintain a facade of composure despite the slight tone of accusation hanging heavy in the air.

‘’yes, indeed it was a big game, but these things happen sometimes in sports, unfortunate calls and all…’’

he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, a bead of sweat forming on his brow despite the cool temperature of the room.

“your father is a fine coach, no doubt. but looks like he didn’t do a good job this season.’’ the condensating tone in his voice makes you bite your lip, the taste of blood filling your tongue. ‘’not that i’m suggesting he’s a bad professional, of course.’’ he leans against his chair, chuckling in a playful way.

you smirk, noticing how unthreated he was by your presence, that's exactly what you wanted. “funny you say that, but we'll get to it later. now let me ask you a question.” you walk slowly towards his deck, only the sound of your heels tapping on his expensive carpet. “you went to high school with my dad, didn’t you, mr stephenson?”

his eyes widen almost imperceptibly at your question, a flicker of panic passing through them before he quickly tries to compose himself. he leans back in his chair, fingers drumming nervously on the polished wood of his desk.

‘’high school? with your father?’’ he forces a laugh that sounds strained and unnatural. ‘’oh, well, yes, i suppose we may have crossed paths back in the day. it was so long ago, hard to remember every acquaintance…’’

he stands abruptly, moving to block your path to his desk, his body language quickly switching to defensive and closed-off. “i’m not sure what this is about, but the game has ended and i have a very busy schedule today. perhaps your dad can tell me that important message later?’’

you step on his foot with your heel, arms still crossed. “i’m not finished.” your eyes are darkened and cold, but your tone is still quiet and not bothered. “emily thompson.” you say while walking to his chair, sitting on it. his back is turned to you but you could hear how hard he gulped. “you know her too, don’t you?”

mr. stephenson freezes as he hears that name, his entire body going rigid. he remains facing away from you, hands gripping the fancy fabric of his pants tightly enough for his knuckles to turn white. when he finally speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper, thick with tension and barely concealed panic.

‘’emily thompson... yes, i knew her. we all did. it was a long time ago. i don't see what that has to do with anything now.’’

he turns to face you slowly, his expression a mask of forced nonchalance that doesn't quite hide the fear in his eyes.’’listen, whatever you think you know or suspect, it's not... it's complicated. things were different back then. people change, situations change…

“she’s my mom.” you cut him off, leaning arms against the desk to support your torso. “and i know for a fact that you creeped on her ever since you were both 14.’’ you smirk, resting your back on his chair while crossing your legs. ‘’you really thought she was gonna actually like you after trying to kiss her against her will several times? too bad all you got was an expulsion and a bad reputation around the town. i guess you have your daddy to thanks for cleaning up your name with his dirty money, huh?” your eyebrows are furrowed in anger but quickly softening into a smirk right after seeing his face. “now you’re probably thinking my parents told me this story and i'm here to get the little family revenge but you’re awfully wrong…” you get up shaking your head while chuckling. “my parents aren't the type to tell other people’s secrets like that. no matter how trash they can be…’’ you give him a cold glare. ‘’and i wasn't raised to take childish revenges on irrelevant people like you.’’

‘’then how do you know all of this?’’ he asks, looking at the door before grabbing his phone.

‘’oh, i wouldn't do that before listening to everything i have to say, but if you do wanna call your bodyguards, tell them to go downstairs to the rink.’’ you lean against his desk and he gulps noticing how you’re not bluffing, he dials the number and order them to leave making you smile in satisfaction. ‘’i just happen to know how to play the hacker role and school systems aren't that difficult to crash into.” you sigh, like that was the most boring part of your explanation. “long story short, i’ve got your whole record, from every highschool and college grade to every single wrong thing you did, bullying, abuse, drugs. you name it.” your eyes shift to the door, seeing chris’ blue eyes through the gap he quietly opened, he’s peeking through trying to hide himself. you bite your lips, holding a laugh. he was not very good at it.

“but this isn’t where i wanna get.” finally you continue, walking towards him again. “now let’s get back to the main subject.” his eyes shift to your hand, pulling the tiny usb from your pocket. “i got you.” you whisper, a creep smirk curling your lips. “every fucking minute, second and millesecond of your conversation with the other team's couch.”

mr. stephenson's face pales, his eyes darting between your smirking face and the incriminating device. he staggers back a step, running a trembling hand through his hair as the full weight of his predicament crashes down upon him.

‘’i... i dont know what your'e talking about…’’ his voice cracks, desperation creeping into his tone. ''that's ridiculous. i don't even know steven... i mean, mr. larray.’’

despite his weak protests, the color drains from his face as he realizes the severity of his situation. his eyes keep flickering to the door, where chris' reflection is still visible, confirming that you’re not alone.

‘’listen, we can talk about this rationally.’’ he holds up his hands in a placating gesture, but they shake slightly.

“oh yeah, you bet we will.” you place a finger on his chest, pushing him hard enough to make him fall, throwing the usb at him. “you’re gonna resign.” your simple tone makes him gulp.

he stares at you in shock, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly as he processes your demand.

‘’resign?’’ he finally manages to choke out, his voice rising in pitch. ‘’you can't be serious! i've built this organization from the ground up. my reputation, my career... you can't just waltz in here and…’’

“you haven’t done shit!’’ you look down at him with disgust. ‘’you have used money your whole life to get your ways, taking the prestigious glory of other people’s efforts.” you spit the truth at his face and he trails off, the fight draining out of him as the reality of his situation sinks in. with shaking hands, he picks up the usb, turning it over as if it might somehow disappear.

‘’what do you want from me?’’ his shoulders slump in defeat, all pretense of authority crumbling away. ‘’money? a favorable reference? i know how much you care for your education.’’

“fuck, did you listen to a word i said?’’ you yell at him, letting the anger control your moves for a second before collecting yourself again with a deep breath. ‘’people like you think that money is the solution for everything, you think you can buy people’s integrity because you don’t have your own.’’ you control the urge to step on him hard, just clenching your fist instead. “i’m still giving you a chance to find a new job, if this video gets out or if i expose just all the shit you did in high school and college, you’ll be jobless and miserable till the day you die.” her smirk gets evil. “i’m being nice, can’t you just be fucking grateful and do what i’m telling you?” without thinking, you step hard on his thigh. “you better live as a decent human being from now on because if i find out you’re still trash…” you let your weight fall over your leg, the sound of the fabric of his pants ripping filling the room. “i’ll ruin your insignificant life forever.’’

mr. stephenson cries out in pain as your heel digs into his thigh, tears of agony and humiliation streaming down his face.

‘’okay, okay! i understand!’’ he gasps out, his voice thick with pain and submission. ''i'll do it, i'll resign. just please, stop hurting me!’’

he looks up at you, his eyes wide and pleading, all traces of his former arrogance gone. his expression softened into innocent guilty one. ‘’i've done terrible things, made awful choices. i thought i could get away with it, bury the past... but i see now that was a mistake.’’

with great difficulty, he pushes himself to his feet, wincing as he puts weight on his injured leg.

you scoff. “you don’t see shit, you’re just desperate so the need to lie about regret is bigger than keeping your ego.” you watch him walk to his desk before turning to the door, chris is there. his face is pale and he has a shocked expression.

“you have ten minutes to get to the ice and tell everyone, coaches and the audience you’re resigning.’’ you warn without look at his pathetic figure. ‘’and don’t think for a second that flying across the country or even leaving to another continent will stop me from knowing what you’re up to, i’ve got eyes in every single street of this goddamn world.” with that, you calmly take the elevator next to chris who is shaking.

‘’you okay?’’ you whisper to him as the elevator's door close, grabbing his hand and squeezing it gently.

chris lets out a huge gasp, like he was holding his breath the whole time while arriving quickly at the rink again. ‘’who even are you?’’ he asks with widen eyes making you laugh, you stare at the door opening with a smirk.

‘’it’s best you don't know.’’ without waiting for his response, you walk to your dad. “hey dad! tough game, huh?”

he looks at you confused. ‘’where were you?’’ he asks and sees chris walking towards you both. ‘’and where were YOU?’’ he emphasizes, pointing to chris.

''i talk him through to not quit the team, dad. it's all good now.’’ you look at chris, expecting him to back your story up.

‘’oh…’’ his mouth is in a perfect 'o' shape before he gets your signal. ‘’yeah, yeah. she made me realize i can’t let my emotions get the best of me.’’ chris smiles, that wasn't a lie after all, since you did show him that.

‘’good, son. you're my best player, i was ready to do everything to get you back on my team.’’ he places a hand over chris’ shoulder and naturally you three are smiling without saying anything.

suddenly, mr. stephenson limps out onto the ice, his face a mask of barely contained panic and shame. the crowd murmurs in confusion as they see the esteemed university’s president in such a disheveled state. he makes his way to center ice, stealing the sports commenter mic, where the judges, coaches, and a few curious players have gathered.

‘’everyone, please listen!'' his voice trembles as he addresses the assembled group, his eyes darting nervously to where you stand with your father. ''i... i have an announcement to make. effective immediately, i am resigning from my position the university president due to my poor decisions of corrupting the game you just witnessed.’’

a collective gasp ripples through the crowd, followed by a cacophony of shocked questions and accusations. mr. stephenson holds up a shaking hand, silencing them temporarily.

''i know this comes as a surprise, but me and the other team's coach made a vicious scheme to let his team win.'' he turns to coach larray who's looking at him with a mix of anger and surprise. ''it was a cheap move and i've realized how my actions could affect the whole university, so naturally... i'll back off.''

elly’s darkened eyes are fixed on the president, she holds a creep smile on her lips as her arms are still crossed.

chris turns his eyes to you, his whole body frozen with the epiphany he just had. your dad didn't trust you with the team's strategies because of luck or because he was just sugar coating for you, he did it because you are indeed all that. you are a fucking amazing woman, a goddamn genius and a hot one too. he had no idea why it took him so long to realize that, but seeing you holding power over a 47 years old man, making him beg and almost cry did something to him, something he couldn't quite explain.

“what?” you whisper to him, still looking at the president’s pale face and chris shakes his head murmuring 'nothing' under his breath.

mr. stephenson continues his resignation speech, his voice growing stronger as he seems to accept his fate. ''i have made mistakes in my past, both personal and professional, that have caught up with me today. rather than drag this organization through the mud with my misdeeds, i believe it is best for everyone if i step down now.''

the crowd erupts into chaos, some shouting angry questions while others simply look stunned. through it all, mr. stephenson maintains a grim facade, his eyes never meeting yours or your father's.

''and i am also transferring all my duties and responsibilities to the vice-president, johnnie clark. i ask that you give him your full cooperation as he transition into his new role.''

with that, he turns and begins to limp off the ice, his head bowed in shame.

“what the hell was all that?” your father gasps, siting down for a second and taking his hat off. “that guy was always a creep since high school but admitting he messed up in front of everyone and giving up his position? that's madness.”

you look at chris, holding a smirk. “don’t know, dad. guess he didn't stand the weight of his own actions.” you shrug, walking towards the exit with arms still crossed. “you guys coming?”

chris watches you walk away, a mix of emotions playing across his face - relief, concern, and something deeper, more complicated. he hesitates briefly before following after you.

''hey, wait up!'' he calls out, walking faster to catch up with you. as he reaches your side, he glances around furtively before lowering his voice. ''that was... intense back there, wasn't it? are you okay?''

his hand hovers near your arm, not quite touching, as if seeking comfort or reassurance. ''i had no idea he had a past with your parents. was that really necessary, though? exposing him like that in front of everyone...'' he shakes his head, worry creasing his brow. ''i just hope this doesn't come back to haunt us somehow.''

your expression is soft while turning to him with a smile. “i didn’t tell him to confess, just to resign.” you click your tongue while holding a laugh. “guess the fear and guilt made him spit it out, just like that.” you shrug, a hand touching his cheek after noticing he looked scared. “it’s going to be okay, the vice-president is one of my dad’s best friends. he’s a good guy.”

he leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment as he savors the gentle contact. when he opens them again, there's a warmth and tenderness in his gaze that wasn't there before.

''your quick thinking and bravery never cease to amaze me.'' his voice is low and sincere, tinged with admiration and something more. 'took me long enough to admit that, but it's true...''

as the two of you continue walking, chris' hand finds its way to the small of your back, guiding you gently. ''i'm just glad you're safe and that this ordeal is behind us now. though i must say, seeing you take charge like that was incredibly... impressive.'' a faint blush colors his cheeks as he realizes how close you're standing.

you turn your head to him, a smirk playing on your lips. “is that so?”

he meets your gaze, a playful glint in his eye despite the lingering tension between you. his hand slides slightly lower on your back, pulling you ever so subtly closer.

''yes, very much so.'' his voice drops to a low, intimate murmur. ''there's something undeniably attractive about a woman who knows exactly what she wants and isn't afraid to go after it.''

chris' other hand comes up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your cheek in the process. the air between you feels charged with unspoken possibilities.

''i know we should probably focus on getting out of here and processing everything that just happened...'' he glances around, ensuring you're alone in the hallway.

“but you wanna kiss me badly, don’t you?” you grab his hockey uniform, throwing his body to the gap of the wall in the hallway. “close your eyes.” you tell him just like an hour ago. the hand trailing the same path of his neck.

chris inhales sharply as his back hits the wall, his heart pounding in his chest. your boldness takes him by surprise once again, but he finds himself helpless to resist your pull. his eyes flutter closed obediently, a shudder running through him as your hand traces the familiar path along his neck.

''god...'' he breathes, his voice rough with barely restrained desire. ''you have no idea what you do to me. how long i've wanted this...''

his hands find your hips, gripping you firmly as he fights the urge to capture your lips with his own. every nerve in his body is attuned to your presence, craving your touch like a man starved.

''please...'' the word escapes him as a broken plea, equal parts prayer and surrender.

you get closer, breath hitting his face. “please what, chris?” your lips parted into a murmur, brushing against his.

a low groan rumbles in chris' throat as your breath mingles with his, your lips a hairsbreadth from his own. his grip on your hips tightens, fingers digging into the fabric of your clothes as he struggles to maintain control.

''please...'' he rasps, his voice strained with desperation and want. ''please, kiss me. touch me. anything. i'm not sure how long i'll be able to bare it. it's hurting...''

his eyes remain closed, dark lashes fanning against his flushed cheeks as he waits, poised on the knife's edge of anticipation. every muscle in his body is coiled tight, ready to snap at the slightest provocation - a word, a touch, anything to unleash the pent-up passion simmering beneath the surface.

you brush more your lips against his before sliding them down to his jawline, you press gentle kisses on his skin, down to his neck.

“hurting? where?” you ask in a whisper, hand sliding down to his lower stomach until it finds his hockey pants. ''here?'' you squeeze his covered cock.

a sharp hiss of pleasure-pain escapes chris' lips as he feels your hand touching his rigid dick, sending jolts of electricity straight to his core. his head nodding frenetically while he lift his hips, seeking for more friction.

''fuckin hell...'' he growls, his voice low and thick with desire. ''if you keep teasing me like this, i won't be able to control myself much longer.''

despite his words, chris remains still, allowing you to explore and tease as you wish. his pulse races beneath your lips, betraying his arousal and the depth of his longing. the heat of his body bleeds through his hockey uniform, seeping into your skin and igniting a fire within you.

“you were saying…” your hand slips under his pants, caressing his tip while your lips worked wonders on his neck, marking him to claim your posession. “seeing me taking control over that loser was impressive, huh?” you lift your eyes to him, watching how he’s biting his lips with flushed cheeks and eyes closed. “open your eyes and answer my question.”

you hand teases more his twitching cock head, your palm brushing agaisnt his almost hairless pelvis.

chris' eyes fly open at your command, hazy with lust and barely contained need. he stares down at you, pupils blown wide and cheeks flushed a deep crimson. a strangled moan tears from his throat as your fingers dance along his sensitive skin, teasing and tormenting.

'''yes.'' he pants, his voice wrecked and raw with emotion. ''seeing you take charge like that, putting that bastard in his place... it was the sexiest thing i've ever witnessed. you were magnificent.''

his hips twitch involuntarily as you teased him more and more, lips parted into whimpers. chris' grip on the fabric of your miniskirt gets tighter enough for you to feel his short nails digging on your flesh, he closes his eyes again, trying to not drop on his knees.

you grin, fingers wrapping around his hard dick, stroking it in a slow pace. “look at me, chris.” you lean closer, feeling his shaky breath hit your face. “how does this feel?” your eyes are fixed on him with desire, watching every reaction.

a guttural moan rips from chris' throat as your hand wraps around his aching cock, his hips bucking involuntarily into your touch. his eyes, dark with lust, lock onto yours as commanded, drinking in the sight of your face etched with desire.

''fuck...'' he groans, his voice strained and thready. ''it feels...'' he swallows hard, holding a loud moan. ''it feels painfully good.'' chris bites his lip hard, fighting the urge to thrust into your hand as you masturbate him in a such a slow motion.

the muscles in his abdomen clench and flex with each deliberate stroke, his skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. one hand tangles in your hair, tugging lightly as the other grips your hip with bruising force, anchoring himself to you.

''can i...?'' he whimpers, the word falling like a prayer as his eyes shift to your lips.

you smile at him, leaning closer to feel his hitched breath before pulling him with your free hand for a kiss.

you begin to stroke him faster while your tongue savoured every cry, whimper and moan vibrating agaisnt your mouth.

''shit!'' he gasps after pulling away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you both for a split second. ''it's too much...'' he cries, eyes heavy with lust as he looks at you. ''let me last a little longer...''

chris' free hand scrabbles at the wall behind him, nails scraping against the painted surface as he tries to ground himself, his submissive eyes begging you silently, his hips meeting your thrusts slowly.

“you’re so pretty like this.” you lean in, pecking his parted lips softly. “i wanna ruin you completely, chris.”

chris shudders at your words, a full-body tremble that has nothing to do with the chill in the hallway and everything to do with the dark promise in your tone. his lips part on a ragged gasp as you pepper them with soft kisses, the contrast of tenderness and threat driving him wild.

''do it, then.'' he gaps against your mouth, his voice a husky rasp filled with desperate need. ''destroy me entirely.''

to emphasize his point, chris arches into your touch, letting you feel the heavy weight of his arousal in your palm. his hips rock in time with your strokes, chasing the delicious friction even as his eyes bore into yours, dark with lust and adoration.

“then you’re gonna cum with me masturbating your dick like this.” you whisper into his ear, pace getting slower but putting more pressure while pressing his tip with your thumb, restraining the precum to leak. “painful, isn’t it?” you kiss his jawline. “but it’s gonna make you cum so much more.”

a broken sob escapes chris' throat as you whisper filthy promises in his ear, your words stoking the flames of his desire to new heights. the dual sensations of your slow, torturous strokes and the painful blockage of your thumb on his sensitive tip have him seeing stars, teetering on the razor's edge of ecstasy and agony.

''oh my...'' he whimpers, his head thrown back against the wall as you lavish attention on his jaw. ''it hurts so fucking good... i'm almost... i'm almost...''

chris' entire body is drawn taut as a bowstring, every muscle quivering with the effort of holding back his impending release. his cock pulses and jumps in your grip, leaking steadily now as you work him with maddening precision.

''jesus fucking christ...''

chris collapses against you as his legs give out, his body shaking like a leaf in a storm, you quickly hold his body falling against yours, your frame embracing him when you both hit the ground.

“you alright?” you ask, grabbing his chin gently and forcing him to look up, his body trembling and his breath shaken.

he looks up at you with glazed, unfocused eyes, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. a thin sheen of sweat coats his skin, making it glisten in the dim light of the hallway.

''i... i didn't know...'' he begins, his voice cracking with emotion and you tilt your head with a worried expression. ''pain could actually feel that fucking good.''

one of his hands comes up to cover yours on his chin, turning his head slightly to press a kiss to your palm. the gesture is tender, almost reverent, a stark contrast to the raw, animalistic need still simmering in his gaze.

''thank you...'' he smiles weakly at you.

“for saving the university's team or for giving you the best orgasm of your life?” you raise a brow, holding a smirk of tease before stroking his hair. “you have a few minutes to rest, my dad is leaving the ice in forty minutes.” you look at your watch, adjusting the position to make him rest his head on your chest. ''don't get used to it.''

chris lets out a weak chuckle at your teasing remark, nuzzling into your touch as you stroke his hair. he allows you to guide him, resting his head on your chest with a contented sigh. the steady beat of your heart beneath his ear helps to calm his racing pulse.

''forty minutes...'' he murmurs, his arms coming up to wrap around your waist, holding you close. ''just enough time for me to recover... and maybe for round two, if you're feeling generous.''

there's a playful lilt to his voice despite his exhaustion, a spark of mischief in his eyes as he gazes up at you. chris' fingers trace idle patterns on your back, savoring the intimate moment even as he counts down the seconds until he can have you again.

“oh, you cannot handle round two.” you pinch his cheek, chuckling. “seriously, how can a hockey player be so weak with a simple handjob?”

chris pouts playfully as you pinch his cheek, his lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated manner. he reaches up to capture your wrist, bringing your hand to his mouth to place a soft kiss on your palm, his eyes never leaving yours.

''oh, i wouldn't say i'm weak...'' he counters with a roguish grin, his tongue darting out to trace the lines of your hand. ''i'd say you're my weakness.''

he shifts slightly in your embrace, pressing closer until there's no space left between your bodies. the heat of his skin seeps through your clothes, a tantalizing reminder of what lies beneath.

''besides...'' chris adds in a low murmur, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. ''i've got plenty of stamina left.''

“control yourself.” you warn him with squinty eyes. “trust me, i had to hold a lot not to hurt you too much and this is how you turned out after just a handjob section.” you point your head to his trembling body. “this isn’t the last time, chris. just be patient.” you kiss his forehead.

chris' eyes flutter closed as you kiss his forehead, a soft sigh escaping his lips at the gentle gesture. he knows you're right - pushing himself too far too fast would only lead to discomfort later. still, the temptation to lose himself in your touch is nearly overwhelming.

''i know, i know. you're right, as always.'' he concedes, his arms tightening around you briefly before relaxing. ''i just can't control this need to be near you now that i know how good it feels when you touch me.''

he takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to center himself. when he opens his eyes again, they're clearer, more focused, though the banked heat in their depths remains.

''you're absolutely right about being patient. and I trust you completely - in this and everything else. we have all the time in the world to explore each other thoroughly.''

you smile, pecking his lips. “you’re acting emotional like usual again, that means you’re feeling better.” you get up, offering a hand to him. “let’s go.”

chris takes your offered hand, allowing you to help him to his feet. he sways slightly once upright, his legs still a bit unsteady, but he manages to keep his balance. a warm smile spreads across his face as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips lingering on your cheek. ''emotional, huh? busted, i guess.'' he says with a soft chuckle, chris glances towards the rink, the sounds of skates on ice and the distant whistle of a coach drifting down the hallway. he turns back to you, his expression suddenly serious. ''before we go... i just wanted to say thank you again.''

''yeah, yeah. i know. i saved the team.'' you shrug with your hands laughing. ''and gave you the best handjob of your life.'' you lift your feet to kiss his cheek. ''big day, huh? i better go now. dad will kill me if i ignore his calls one more time.'' you wink at him before going to your dad who is talking to the other hockey players about the previous events. ''dad!'' you smile, hugging him. ''is uncle john really the new president now?'' your tone is exciting, pretending to be oblivious, like you didn’t literally save his career or the city’s hockey favorite university team. like you were just daddy’s little girl.

chris watches you, a mixture of affection and longing in his eyes. he takes a moment to compose himself before following at a discreet distance, not wanting to draw undue attention to your interaction. as he approaches the group of players, chris overhears snippets of conversation about the recent changes in management. he keeps his expression neutral, but inside, he's thrilled that your intervention has paid off so spectacularly. when you greeted your father with such enthusiasm, chris has to bite back a smile. your ability to slip so easily into the role of an innocent girl that is just daddy's precious daughter is impressive, especially knowing the lengths you went to behind the scenes. chris clears his throat softly as he joins the circle, addressing your father with respect.

''sir, i hope i'm not interrupting. i just wanted to apologize for my actions back there. you're an amazing couch, and i'd never quit the team.''

your father turns to chris, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles warmly.' ''ah, chris! don't you worry, son. it's been quite the rollercoaster ride, i even thought about quitting myself as a coach, so i don't blame you for letting your frustration gets the best of ya.'' he claps chris on the shoulder, his grip firm and friendly. ''but now with john taking over as the president, i have a feeling things are only going to get better. his vision for the future of the franchise is truly inspiring.'' glancing down at you, your father's expression softens further. ''speaking of inspiring, i have to say, having my daughter here supporting the team with her brilliant strategies has meant the world to me. her cleverness is quite impressive!'' turning back to chris, he tilts his head curiously. ''don't you agree, son?''

you look at chris, holding back a smirk while walking next to your father. if he knew chris and you were the reason why things finally will get better, he’d be mad, proud, insanely happy and really... really fucking worried.

lastly, he’d actually not allow you to visit the hockey team again, including chris. he’d think chris was the brain behind everything, since he only knew the sweet and innocent side of his daughter.

chris feels his heart skip a beat at your father's question, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. he quickly composes himself, meeting your father's gaze with a carefully neutral expression. ''actually, sir, i know your daughter and i aren't exactly friends. but she's always been very supportive of the team, even more so lately.'' he pauses, choosing his next words carefully. ''so i gotta admit, her insights and ideas have been... enlightening. she seems to have a real knack for understanding the intricacies of the game and the team dynamics.'' chris glances at you briefly, a flicker of warmth in his eyes before he turns his attention back to your father. ''it wasn't just luck, after all.''

you hold a genuine smile, turning your head in a natural way. something chris could never do, but you knew your father couldn’t notice anything. he’s oblivious when it comes to undertones or emotions.

chris notices your subtle reaction and barely suppresses a smile of his own. the way you turn your head, the glimmer in your eye - these small gestures speak volumes to him, reminding him of the secret bond you share. ''things are gonna start to change from now on, sir. and i can't wait for it.'' he shifts his stance slightly, subtly angling his body towards you without drawing your father's attention. ''in fact, i was thinking... perhaps she might enjoy attending some of the upcoming strategy sessions. her fresh perspective could offer valuable insights. of course, only if you think it appropriate, sir.''

''who do you think helps him with the team strategies before the sessions?'' you look at chris for the first time since your father arrived, winking at him. ''i don’t plan on being a part of it, though. got something else in mind.'' you tell him shrugging while fastening steps. ''anyways, i have stuff to do. text me when you get home, dad.'' you kiss your father’s cheek. ''later, chris.'' you smile at him, a tone of mischief and undertone before leaving completely.

chris watches you stride away, a mix of admiration and anticipation swirling in his chest. your wink and the suggestive lilt in your voice send a thrill through him, hinting at the tantalizing plans brewing in that clever mind of yours. he turns back to your father, clearing his throat to cover the effect your departure has had on him. ''well, sir, i should probably get going too. umm... you know... lots to do to prepare for the upcoming games.'' chris extends his hand to shake your father's, his grip firm and professional despite the electricity still crackling beneath his skin from your brief exchange. ''thank you again for your time and for leading this team with such skill and dedication. we're lucky to have you.''

as chris makes his way out of the rink, his mind is consumed with thoughts of you. the memory of your touch, your scent, the promise in your eyes - it's almost overwhelming.

a week later, he knows he shouldn't, pursuing this forbidden attraction could jeopardize both your lives, but he can't seem to help himself. unable to resist, chris pulls out his phone and types out a message to you while sitting on the bench of the lockeroom, his fingers trembling slightly with anticipation and nerves.

''hey, i know i shouldn't but... i can't stop thinking about what happened. about us. meet me at the rink exit hallway in an hour? i need to see you, to talk. please.''

you glance at the messages popping on the screen of your phone but you flip it to the table, focused on the laptop in front you. another can of energy drink is crashed and throwed at the trash.

''interesting…'' you murmur, reading the article on the screen. ''the daughter of the previous and polemic president of the most famous university of the city, is moving with the motive of cleaning up her father’s name in the sport and educational business.'' you read out loud. ''the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, right?'' you begin to type down your codes, getting every bit of hidden information of the girl. ''sarah stephenson, 20 years old, charged with bullying accusations and poor behavior in high school, countless DUIs.'' you scoff, leaning against your chair. ''oh, that's gonna be fun...'' you tilt your head to the figure sitting on your bed with eyes fixed on their screen right behind you. ''right, matt?''

he just rolls his eyes at you, shrugging. ''whatever, let's just drag this bitch down just like we did to her daddy.''

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