#adam banks imagines

[budgiesunset]

Hey it’s me again. I want to ask If you could write a Adam x reader story again. It‘s Summer so the ducks had no ice rink for the training. So they go running in a park or going to the gym. This training is voluntary so they don’t must. And on this day Adam says that he can’t go to the training. The others are surprised because Adam never missed a training but he had a good reason that he doesn’t come. He want to meet his girlfriend in the park. Adam never tell his team that he had a girlfriend because y/n is afraid about meeting them. In the Park they are lean against a tree and their booth get touchy so they kiss each other. But than the ducks come and see the two…. for the rest you can freestyle

and sorry for my English I hope you understand what I mean

Best Wishes

YahikosFriend

Summer Secrets || Adam Banks x Reader

•Warning’s• Kissing, Fluff, comfort sort of, bad grammar and spelling. •Summary• Your Adams girlfriend and have been for the past year but the team doesn’t know so what happens when the team finds you and Adam cuddling in the park. •AN• This is set during the second movie when they are training in Minneapolis. Also sorry it’s short I’m also work on the first part of the ‘Sisters’ series. Isn’t writers block great.

You were waiting for your boyfriend Adam at the park. You were sitting up against a tree with your eyes closed you knew it would take a while because he had hockey training but it didn’t bother you and you decided to come down early since it was a nice day.You and Adam had been dating for about a year and everything was great between you too but the thing is, Adams hockey team still didn’t know about you two. You had asked Adam to keep it a secret because you were scared of how they would react. These were Adams best friends and you were scared that they wouldn’t like you and then Adam would agree. Even though Adam had constantly assured you that they would love you and even if they didn’t he still would.

As you were sitting against the tree sun shining on your face you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders and a light kiss on the temple. You look to your left seeing your boyfriend sending him a small smile which he returned. He placed a small kiss on your hair as you leaned on his shoulder. “I thought you couldn’t come down until later” you said snuggling into his side as you wrap your arms around his middle.

“Training is optional so I decided to come down early and wait for you. Seems you had the same idea” he said tucking your head under his chin. You and Adam sat like this for about 5 minutes before the peaceful silence was interrupted by a group of kids and it wasn’t until they spoke that you realized who they where.

“Look Cake eater has a girl.” One said as the all skated over to you you looked up to see Adam giving you an apologetic look. “So Adam who’s the girl” another asked the others nodding and agreeing with the question. Adam looks at you as if silently asking if you were ready to tell them and you sent a small nod keeping you glaze down. You knew there was no point in lying they caught you cuddling they probably already assumed that you two were dating besides they would have found out eventually so there was no point in hiding anymore.

“This is Y/N, my girlfriend.” He slightly hesitated before saying the second part. They didn’t really seemed to fazed by it and you guessed that they knew something was going on with Adam because he never missed practice optional or not. After Adam introduced you to all of the team they decided they would sit down with you despite Charlie’s protest.

“So this is why you missed practice?” Charlie asked.

“Shut up, your Just jealous you don’t have a girlfriend” Adam retorted.

Additional head cannon for after you met the team:

>You Connie and Julie and basically best friends no excuses. >You three would do sleep overs where you gossip attempt to make food and burn like 90% of it because you’re to busy prank calling the boys. >The team invites you to go skating with them both summer and winter. >You go to the diner with them to celebrate their wins. >After Connie and Julie beg coach enough (maybe even Adam but he would deny if you ever asked) you are allowed to sit in the box area with the team. >They make you a special jersey with your name but Adams number ‘99’. > You go to the goodwill games with them. >All the boys are like your brothers. (Not including Adam of course) >They teach you how to play if you don’t already know and that’s the same for skating.

AN: @yahikosfriend I hope you love this writing piece your requests are always amazing. And sorry this took so long. Since it was quite short I decided to add a Head cannon for you.

[riddlexmattheo]

Imagine when you and Adam when he becomes distant after joining the varsity team, so you decided to break up and over the months you and Charlie started going out and now Adam regrets everything

[roadtogracelandx45]

Game Changers|1|A. Banks| Mighty Ducks

@ohnoitsthebat here is chapter one of my mighty ducks story, i have been on a roll with it today

Introduction

“Come on Ava, there is no reason to pout.” Rick Riley, Ava’s older cousin said as he stood in the doorway of her bedroom, his best friend Biff Cole behind him. “What did Gordon do now?” “Who says it has anything to do with my dad?”  “ Cause you always get like this when he does somethin’.’ Ava blinked her eyes in surprise and then looked at her cousin then back at him, that was the first time she had heard him string together a full sentence. 

“He and Casey are having problems which in turn is making Charlie and I fight.” She answered as she picked at the lace on one of her throw pillows, ‘I have been staying most of the summer. Grandpa insisted.” 

Spending the summer at her grandparents wasn’t something she had been planning on, she had thought that she would be with her stepmom and brother and be able to see the Ducks more but that hadn’t been the case.  Rick folded his arms as he stared at her, “Aves, you can’t lie to me.” 

“Rick.” She started as she raised the pillow to throw at him, “I am fine.”  “Ava Grace, don’t you dare,” Rick warned, pointing his finger at the younger girl who grinned and dropped the pillow onto her bedding again.

 “Come on, let's go play some hockey.” “Grandpa doesn’t like it when I play hockey and you Rick know that.” “What Grandpa doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Ava’s blue eyes came alive with excitement as she all but flew from her bed.  “You are the best.” 

“I know. C’mon.’ 

“This is a bad idea,” Cole warned. He liked Ava, she was like his own little sister but she was tiny and liable to get hurt easily and he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of one of Coach Riley’s tirades again. He had enough of that when he was on the Hawks and he didn’t want to hear what he would say if Ava got hurt. Ava was Coach Riley’s and his wife Elizabeth’s 2nd chance at having a daughter. 

Their daughter Grace had some issues with drugs and booze and had ended up in a fiery car crash that cost her her life.  Rick insisted that he, his younger brother Tommy and Cole stay with Ava until she got back on steady ground. It had taken until late that year to get back to normal. And they both knew it was a combination of them and The Ducks that helped her.  

“Don’t worry Cole, everything is going to be just fine.” 

Everything wasn’t fine. It went from bad to worse in a matter of seconds, and Rick and Cole couldn’t believe their eyes as the black sedan came out of nowhere running the red light and hitting Ava hard. She went up and over the hood and landed hard on the side. A loud cry escaped her. 

 “Aves! What hurts?’ Rick asked rushing to her side, the last thing he wanted was his cousin to be hurt. Ava at first didn’t answer, she was trying to pull herself together so she wouldn’t show them how scared and how hurt she really was.  That was Reilly’s toughness and the Bombay stubbornness shining through. 

“Ava, what hurts?” Rick repeated, as the man got out of the car and came over to them. “Jesus, is she alright?” ‘No idiot, she isn’t okay.” Biff had run into the nearby store to call 911. Both he and Rick were trembling not only from fear of what happened but the fear Coach Rielly was going to say to them when they got ahold of them. 

“Grandpa is going to kill us,” Ava whined through the pain, “My whole left side hurts.”  Rick leaned over and pulled up the coat and sweater, the skin was already turning black and blue. He fought back the bile that rose up in his throat, he had seen a lot of injuries playing hockey but this was different, this was his little cousin and it was his fault that she was hurt. “Everything is going to be okay Aves.” He assured her, “ I won’t leave your side until Uncle Jack comes.” Ava nodded her head as the paramedics and the cops swarmed the area. 

“Rick. Don’t leave me please,” Ava begged as they started putting a neck brace on her and checking for other injuries. “I am her cousin. My friend is trying to find her grandfather.’ ‘Casey.” Ava whined again, the pain was getting worse. “Her phone number is in my pocket.” She had a habit of carrying slips of paper around with her that had her grandparent's phone numbers and her stepmother’s phone numbers just in case something happened while she was out. 

Rick reached into her coat pocket and pulled out the crumpled pieces of paper. In her little handwriting was the full name of her stepmom and the phone number for the apartment and the phone number to the restaurant. Cole had come out and he handed him the paper with a short quiet call her step mom request. “I am sorry Aves.” Cole said quickly before rushing back into the building. 

The paramedics loaded Ava up on the stretcher and started to load her into the ambulance.

 Rick steps behind them.  “Rick?” There was panic in her voice, she was scared that she was going to be left. “I am right here kiddo. Don’t worry.” He said before the paramedic let him come to her side. Her blue eyes were hazy and teary still. ‘They gave you some morphine huh?” “Yep.” She popped her p with a small giggle. Rick laughed with her, thankful that she wasn’t hurting. He just hoped it would last until Jack got there. 

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It wasn’t Jack Reilly who showed up first, it was Ava’s stepmother Casey and her stepbrother Charlie. “Ava! What happened?” Casey cried as she threw her purse on the empty chair and Charlie went straight to Ava’s side, conercn on his face.  

“Got hit by a car.  We were crossing the street and his car came out of nowhere.’ Ava returned. 

‘They have her on morphine right now,” Rick added, “The driver broke her hip.” 

“Did he get arrested?” Charlie questioned, he was now sitting next to Ava on the bed, changing the channels until he found 90210. He had heard Tammy and Connie talk about it enough to know that Ava would like it.

 “Yes he did. The police just left.’ Rick had gotten over the anxiety he had felt and was starting to feel more guilt. If he hadn’t switched her spot to walk next to Biff as they were talking about girls that went to their school, it would have been him that was hit and not Ava.  “Is her grandfather coming?” Rick nodded his head, they had finally got ahold of her grandfather and his father were coming in. “Can I stay with you?” Ava asked her hazy blue eyes on her stepmother who smiled at her, unshed tears in her eyes. “Aves, you don’t even have to ask.” “What about Coach?” Charlie asked as his sister put her head on his shoulder, the pain meds getting the better of her. “Forget him, his career is more important than us. Always has been.”  Casey shook her head at Charlie before taking a seat, they would discuss what they had too once Ava wasn’t on pain meds and not terrified because of an accident she was in.

[harlowhockeystick]

misc. blurb masterlist

[a] = angst, [s] = smut, [f] = favorite

rafe cameron

"did you really forget or are you just saying that?"

rhett abbott

"it's not much but i got you this" [a]

bruce wayne

"you're always there for me, it's time i return the favor"

dark love, dim light

"they're not gonna hurt you again" [a]

"why are you doing this?"

"you're my person" [a]

"stop lying to me" [a]

adam warlock

dumbass

updated 2.10 | main masterlist

[adam-banks2024]

someone sent in

charlie conway 🎈

for one of charlie’s surprise birthday parties, the ducks all pitched in to get one of those party rooms and a birthday cake at their local ice rink. they also accidentally got too many balloons so the room was just filled by the time they were all blown up. charlie thought this was hilarious and still considers it his favourite birthday

[elisa20beth]

oh. my. god.

im planning out my adam banks series and i’m cranking out all of the cute little details!

one of the details, they made y/n the “assistant” coach for the jv/varsity game and coach orion made her a little jacket that says assistant coach and i’m absolutely dying over here about it😫😫

like is that not the cutest thing or what??

[tmd-narnia14]

Late-night-drive

Pairing: Adam Banks x fem!reader

Summary: Adam Banks and y/n go on a late night drive, vibing to their playlist they had made together and drinking.

Warnings: drinking alcohol while driving. Driving fast. But mostly fluff.

Word count: ??? But it’s pretty short.

A/n: In this imagine Adam Banks is aged up to 19, here where I’m from the legal age to drink alcohol is 18+. Just imagine it’s 2022 and Adam is 19.

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Y/N= your name

*Y/N POV*

As I locked the door to my house I heard Adam, my boyfriend, yell “ I got the drinks in the back seat, are you ready?!” From the car. Me and Adam were going to go on this late-night-drive where we of course had bought our drinks along.

Even though we know it’s illegal to drive while drinking, but I live in this private-area on a hill which means that the other houses are pretty far away from where we are going to drive, and people always mind their own business. So we really didn’t care if someone saw us.

“Yeah I’m ready, let’s get going already” I say exited as I opened the door to sit in the passenger seat. The time was currently 11.45 PM as Adam stepped into the drivers seat starting the car. “I’m so glad that for one time, after a long time, we get to go out. Just the two of us, no hockey no nothing just us” I say as I grab Adam’s shoulder and lightly massage it while looking at him. “Me to, I have missed the way me used to go out on these late night drives” he says as his eyes are still on the road. After sometime he pulls over and step out of the car to get the drinks from the back seat. First off he takes two beer cans and hands them to me so he can get in the car and start driving again. As he starts to drive I open the cans and hand him one.

As I hand him his beer I open mine. I took my phone out so I could connect it to the cars Bluetooth. When that was done I went into Spotify and clicked on our shared playlist, the first song that played right when I clicked on the playlist was ‘Run it! By Chris brown(feat. Juelz Santana)’. That really sat the vibe as we started to drink our beer and sing out loud, but of course as Adam’s eyes still concentrating on the road.

After sometime we had already finished our second can of beer. Adam had once again pulled over, this time I went out and opened the back seats door and took out a bottle of Vodka and two Red Bull cans, I then took two glass cups that Adam already had put in the car before we left. I then started to combine the vodka and the Red Bulls together, when I was done mixing I gave one of the cups to Adam. Right as he started to drive again ‘Heartbeat by Childish Gambino’ started to play, another one of our favorite songs. Adam being more drunk then before, starts to drive faster.

This time me and Adam got a lot more drunk then we were just a few minutes ago, Adam started to sing(rap) his soul out, as if he just didn’t do that while the other songs were playing, and I just stared at him laughing and then sang myself. Right as the beat dropped I looked over at Adam, this time he looked more appealing than ever before. He stopped because of the red light but I really couldn’t think of anything else other then him right now. I was still looking at him, the red lights flashing on his face, he turned his head to look at me, as we made eye contact, he suddenly says “ I’m so glad that you are mine and only mine” as he smiles, I on the other hand of course not being able to contain the blush that’s slowly but fast rising on my face, just smile and giggle a little.

“No really, you’re the best girlfriend I have ever had” he says again. This time it felt like he really just stared into my eyes. As we slowly lean in for a kiss we hear some car beeping from behind, we then pulled away fast and laughed a little as Adam started to drive again. “I’m also very happy that I get to have a handsome- REALLY handsome boyfriend like you” I say as I smile widely, he looked at me and smiled and took my hand to hold one of his as his other hand is holding the steering wheel.

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Okay so that was my first time writing an imagine/ff so I hope that you all liked it😊 and then thank y’all so much for reading it.(Btw sorry if my English is bad, English is not my first language that’s why)

[disturbedbeautywrites]

Face Down - JJ Maybank Imagine

A/N: Okay so this is my very first outer banks fic and it got very long very fast. It's 3k words and I'm so excited about it!

TW: Domestic abuse, violence, blood, cursing, and I think that's it

Growing up in the outer banks was a lot like growing up in paradise. You got to go out to the marsh almost every day in summer, you got hang out with your best friends in the entire world the pogues, oh and you had your boyfriend who you kind of adored.. on some days.

In all honesty, Hunter was a lot to handle. He was arrogant. He was abrasive. He was a kook, and he never wanted your friends to forget it. He hated how you hung out with “trash” even though that’s how you grew up. He was classist, as most of them are. But, somehow he managed to charm you into dating him.

The boys were very adamant on their dislike of the man you called your boyfriend; especially JJ, your absolute best friend of the bunch. You had grow up next door to him and the two of you became inseparable at a very young age. You did everything together. Everything. That is, until Hunter came around and you distanced yourself quite a bit.

“Are you even listening to me?” Hunter’s voice cut through the haze of concentration you had on your phone, your fingers typing back in the group chat between you and your four best friends. You swallowed thickly and looked up at him, nodding. “I said-“ And he was ranting about something completely stupid, your eyes rolling as you just nodded and pretended to be listening before going back to texting.

You were in the middle of a conversation with JJ when your phone got ripped out of your hand, Hunter’s fingers scrolling up and down the text messages as he chuckled and looked down at you. “Oh, so we’re going to the boneyard tonight, are we?” He smirked and tucked your phone into his pocket before backing you up against the wall, his arms on either side of your face. “If I see you messing around with Gaybank and the other losers, we are through. Do you understand me?” His voice was a sneer as you winced and nodded, a single tear rolling down your cheeks as he moved his arm to press against your neck for a few seconds. “Good. Get ready. We leave in 10.”

You let out a shaky breath as you walked over to your makeup vanity, lifting up your shirt to peak at the purple and yellow bruises that dotted your skin. They were reminders of how angry Hunter could get, each one aching more and more as you sat and stared at them. They were the reason you always tried to stay out of the water lately. You claimed it was because you couldn’t swim, but everyone knew better. They just couldn’t figure out your excuse.

A few minutes later Hunter showed up and told you it was time to go, his words leaving no room for argument as you got into the car and you headed off towards the boneyard. Your eyes were fixated on the trees passing outside the window, a sad look in them compared to your naturally happy glow. Your friends would instantly know something was happening, especially when you weren’t hanging around them. The thought was enough to make your stomach drop as you pulled up and could heard the loud buzz of activity.

Hunter got out first, walking around to open your door for you. He could be such a good actor when he needed to be and he could easily play a gentleman in public. He smiled as he wrapped an arm around your waist, his eyes scanning the beach instantly until they landed on Topper and Sarah. He let out a loud whistle, almost all eyes turning to look at you. He had to be the center of attention.

You looked down at the sand, wanting to completely disappear in that moment; especially when you felt an all too familiar blue-eyes boy gazing at you. His gaze was glazed over, the smoke leaving his lips showing up in his physical appearance. He held his hand up in a silent wave, his eyes watching as hunter tightens his grip on you and steers you away. “Remember what I said.” He pretends to press a kiss to your temple, a growl leaving his lips before he stands up straight and leaves you standing with Sarah. You sit there quietly as she runs off, your eyes on Topper and Hunter as they each shotgunned a beer.

“Hey, stranger.” You felt an all too familiar arm wrap around you and pick you up, spinning you around. You let out a surprised squeal and a gasp, a small smile actually making its way to your lips at JJ’s antics. Sure, you had been warned, but you didn’t care anymore. You were going to have fun with your friends and you would reap the consequences later. You wrapped your arms around him in a hug, your hands instantly moving to take his hat and sling it on your head. “We’ve missed you.” He playfully pushes your arm and points over to John B and Kie who are both watching the two of you, waving you over.

“I’ve missed you guys too. Life has just been…busy.” The hesitation in your voice makes JJ raise an eyebrow at you, his eyes scanning your features intently as he debates whether to question you or not. He finally decides to brush it off and bring it up later, his hand finding the small of your back as he leads you over to the keg John B was leaning on. He filled up a cup and handed it to you, smirking as all of you downed the liquid together after a synchronized version of cheers.

“We never see you around anymore. Don’t tell us you’re going full kook.” John B had a playful tone to his voice as he looked at you and you just shook your head, JJ watching as something unknown flashed in your eyes. He really needed to get you alone and talk to you. However, right as he tried too, you heard a voice that cut through you like a knife. “Well, well, well. Maybank, I’m gonna steal my girl back from you.” You froze as Hunter’s voice rang out behind you, his hand landing on your shoulder. His fingers dug into the skin that your tank top left exposed, slight finger marks popping up there.

JJ opened his mouth to say something to your arrogant boyfriend before you just went along with it, telling the pogues bye and walking off with the man that was supposed to love you. You thought he would walk you towards his friends, but he walked you to a secluded part of the beach that was usually used for fucking. You felt your blood run cold as you approached this area of the island, your gaze constantly going over your shoulder. You caught JJ’s eyes and noticed him trailing behind you guys at a small distance, concern evident in the way he was clutching his waist. Fucking hell, he had his gun on him.

You turned back around just in time to see Hunter getting scary close, your back hitting a nearby tree as he let out a sadistic laugh. “You just couldn’t listen, could you?” The words came out of his mouth before he reared his hand back and slapped you, the sound echoing off the trees around you. You stumbled, your hand coming up to your face as you let out a quiet whimper. You were trying to scoot away from him, desperately kicking at the sand to get some traction. You felt tears rolling down your cheeks as you tried to beg for him to not hurt you anymore. You begged and pleaded before he was helping you up, saying he was done. Saying he wasn’t going to hurt you anymore. Then, came the blow to your nose. Blood spewed from it and all down your shirt, whimpers leaving your lips.

“Alright, that’s enough.” JJ stepped out from behind the tree he had been watching from, walking towards you. He started fuming as Hunter tried to step in front of you, a sadistic laugh leaving his lips. “J, please. I’m okay.” Your voice sounded so weak and small, it broke his heart. He was so used to you being full of life and happiness, not this broken. It made him more and more mad as he stepped between you and your awful excuse of a boyfriend.

“Come on, dude. Let me help my girlfriend up. She fell.” JJ laughed at the awful attempt that was made at a lie, his hand instantly going to pull the gun out of his waist band. He clicked off the safety and pointed it at Hunter, his head cocking to the side. “Touch her again, I dare you. It’ll be the last thing you do.” Hunter clearly didn’t believe him, walking forward a few steps. JJ sneered and shot the sand in front of his foot, causing a startled noise to come from the man and also the beach where everyone was. “Okay, man. Chill.” He held his hands up and took a few steps back again.

You were so dazed and confused in that moment, your eyes watching the scene in front of you in almost disbelief. You never had someone there to save you. You never had someone observe the abuse, and you weren’t sure what it meant for you. It scared you to no end. A couple of the guys from the party came running over to see what the commotion was, JJ turning to them. “Fellas, Mr Kook here thinks it’s a good idea to lay his hands on a lady. Why don’t you escort him out.” He nodded to the boys who took Hunter by the arm and lead him away, his voice echoing back as he threatened to get his revenge on JJ.

You were in your own head as you heard the sand crunch beside you, a light hand laying on your knee as you saw JJ appear in front of you. The harshness was gone from his voice and concern was etched upon his features, his fingers carefully moving your chin to look at him. Your nose was still bleeding pretty profusely, your poor shirt taking the brunt of the damage. JJ sighed to himself as he took off his shirt, pressing it carefully to your nose and helping you hold your head back. “Did he hurt you anywhere else?” Your eyes were blank and distant, fear etched into your features. You couldn’t answer, which was the only confirmation that the blonde boy needed. “I should’ve fucking killed him.” The words were muttered under his breath as he looked up to see the rest of your friends approaching, questioning looks on their faces. JJ just shook his head and motioned them away, telling them he would explain later.

Of all your friends, JJ knew what you were going through now that he had witnessed it. He went through the same thing with his dad and it broke his heart to see you going through this at the hands of someone who you seemed to love so much. “I’m going to take you home, okay?” When he saw you go rigid and you shook your head desperately, his heart broke even more. Of course you couldn’t go home. He knew where you lived. However, he didn’t know where JJ lived. “Okay, then you’re coming to stay with me for the night. My dads out of town for the weekend, I promise.” He carefully scooped you up into his arms, your body still rigid from shock. But, as soon as you were in the safety of his arms, you visibly relaxed. You moved your head into the crook of his neck, your breath fanning out against his skin as he carefully carried you back to the twinkie.

John B, Kiara, and Pope were already loaded up and waiting on the two of you. They didn’t ask anymore questions as they took in your appearance. You were covered in sand and blood, tear streaks running down your cheeks. “I got you., don’t worry.” You sat in JJ’s lap the entire ride home, your grip on him tight as he let his hands rub up and down your spine. His presence had always been soothing, especially when you were younger and you couldn’t sleep. He would usually slip in your window on bad nights with his dad, or when he couldn’t sleep himself. There were many nights you would wake up to JJ passed out on your floor in a pallet made of blankets that you kept there especially for that reason. Sometimes, you could see new bruises along his skin in the moonlight as he laid there and it absolutely broke your heart.

You had thought about telling him. You had contemplated it so many times; especially when Hunter got especially violent. But, you didn’t want to burden JJ. He was dealing with enough already, you didn’t want to add to his stress. But, as you sat there in his lap and listened to his mumbled words of comfort, you knew he was the one person who would’ve understood and a new wave of guilt surged through your body. Your eyes squeezed shut as fresh tears rolled down your cheeks, leaving new stains.

In what felt like seconds, you were in front of JJ's house. He thanked John B and got out with you carefully, walking you up stairs and into his room. He gently placed you on the bed despite your protests of being covered in sand, his head shaking. "I'll change the sheets tomorrow, I'm not worried about it." He sunk down to his knees in front of you, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he put his arms outside your body on the bed. His eyes met yours, a soft understanding in them as he slowly moved to put his hand on yours. Without thinking, you laced your fingers through his and sniffled as you thought about what to even say in this moment.

"I'm sorry." The two words left your lips without a second of thought, the boy's face scrunching up in confusion. "For what? You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm sorry I didn't see the signs sooner." He was quiet as he stood up and pressed his lips to your forehead, the gesture bringing an immense sense of comfort as you watched him go and grab you a shirt and a pair of his boxers. It was your favorite combination of his clothes to wear and he already knew which ones to hand you; his budweiser boxers and his coors tank top.

"Can you help me change?" The question in itself was innocent and a result of the exhaustion that the night had caused. You felt like you couldn't move a single muscle, and JJ was understanding. He knelt in front of you again, looking at you for permission before he carefully lifted your shirt over your head. However, as he did, his eyes went wide as they landed on the bruises on your abdomen. You swallowed thickly as he ran his fingers over them, touch as light as a feather as he felt himself get choked up.

Some of the bruises were in their late stages of healing and some were fresh; which made JJ feel even worse. He got choked up as he tried to even begin to think of what words to say to you. When he had the same bruises, he just brushed it off. It was his dad, he was used to it by now. But, seeing them on you. Seeing them on his best friend since childhood. Seeing them on the girl who tried to save every single jelly fish or fish that washed up on shore. See them on the girl who danced in the waves and ran towards the rain, it made his blood boil.

"You don't deserve this. You don't deserve this at all." His finger tips gently traced the marks as he met your eyes, one hand moving up to cup your cheek in his hand. "He is never going to get near you again, I promise you that." His voice was soft and he was trying his best to keep his anger down; knowing that you seeing him angry wouldn't help the situation right now. "I just wish you had let me know. I could've helped you.." His voice cracked as you reached up to put your hand over his, shaking your head before you turned to kiss his palm.

"J, you have enough going on with your dad. I'm the last thing you need to worry about." Your words were soft as he carefully helped slip the tank top over your head, the clothes looking like a dress on you. "No, you are the first thing I worry about, always." He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of sweatpants, slipping them on before throwing his dirty clothes down on the floor with yours. "And I never want you to think otherwise." His tone was stern as he climbed into his bed and motioned you towards him, his arms easily closing around your frame as he pulled you back against his chest.

Cuddling was no where new for the two of you and you let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of safety that had felt foreign to you for so long. But, the smell of JJ and the warmth of his body mixing with the exhaustion of the night caused you to slowly drift off to sleep in his arms. He stayed awake as you fell asleep, his eyes on you to make sure you were okay before he let himself get comfortable. "I want you to know, I'm going to protect you even if it's the last thing I do." His words were sealed with a soft kiss to your shoulder before he buried his face into the pillow and let himself fall asleep along with you.

He may not have been able to protect you before, but now he would do so no matter what it took.

[bittenbyyou]

Pampered

Boyfriend!Peter Parker x Reader

genre: fluff

description: You pamper your boyfriend with skincare after a long day. 

word count: 1.8k

warnings: Peter knows absolutely nothing about skincare and is so endearing. Fluffy fluff. 

a/n: I’m not a skincare expert, but I do love learning about it. And I thought the idea of Peter getting pampered was adorable because he deserves to be taken care of. Please reblog if you enjoyed! :)

You checked the time on your phone, tapping your foot on the floor anxiously. Peter’s nighttime patrols have been getting longer and longer to where he sometimes wouldn’t come home until 2 A.M. Even you, who was a night owl, had your limits.

A subtle squeak soon caught your attention as you whipped your head to look at the window. Sure enough, you saw a red gloved hand slide the window open before the famous Spider-Man crawled through upside-down. 

“Hi beautiful,” your boyfriend said from the ceiling. You got up from the bed, hands on your hips. 

“You had me worried,” you said, though your light-hearted tone let Peter know you weren’t really upset. With a gentle, muffled thud, he touched down on the floor and swiftly removed his mask.

“I know, I’m sorry. I got caught up with a bank robbery and then there was a fire—”

“A fire?!”

“—and then these thugs tried to rob an old lady. Can you imagine that? But she beat them with her cane like bam! Bam! Bam!” he continued, reenacting the scene for you. “I barely had to do anything. You should’ve seen it!”

The way he talked about crime fighting was incredibly endearing. He was always so passionate and upbeat, like it was his favorite thing in the world because… it was. Along with you of course. And that’s why you fell in love with him. He truly loved what he did. Not many would go through such lengths to protect their city the way Peter did. You could tell by the glint in his eyes that he was meant for this.

“Sounds hilarious,” you said, letting out a giggle. You cupped his face with both hands, inspecting for any blemishes or scars. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“I’m good. Really.” He grabbed your hands and placed a warm kiss on one of them. “Now let’s go to bed. I’m beat.”

“No. You have to brush your teeth and floss.”

He slumped his shoulders. “I’m really tired.”

“Babe, hygiene is important. Plus we gotta do your skincare.”

“It’s too many steps,” he whined. 

“I’ll do your skincare for you. But go brush first,” you ordered, pointing to the bathroom. He pressed the black spider emblem on his suit where his chest was, making it expand and fall off his body like a deflated balloon. 

“Yes ma’am…” He walked away from you in a sulking, slouching position and you laughed. 

“Quit being dramatic.”

“It’s so~ far~.”

“Don’t make me tickle you.”

“I’m going, I’m going!” he exclaimed, running away from you as fast as possible. 

Peter took longer than expected because he felt the need to shower once he realized how sweaty he was. The water relaxed him but also made him feel more awake. It was already late in the night (or early in the day), so he didn’t care anymore about sleep.

You waited patiently and patted the mattress when you saw him come back in nothing but his boxers. 

“Come on, lie down.” He obeyed and rested his head on the pillow, closing his eyes. “Put this on first.”

Peter opened his eyes to see you dangling the pink headband with a large bow in front of his face. He gave you a “are you serious?” look but put it on anyway, being careful to push all the hair out of his face with it. You tried to refrain from laughing, but failed once he shot you a glare. 

“I feel ridiculous.”

“No~, you’re adorable.”

“You’re laughing.”

You pressed your lips together and shook your head. “No, I’m not.”

Peter chuckled and closed his eyes. “Alright. Make me beautiful.”

Deep down, he loved being pampered by you even if he didn’t want to admit it. With everything going on in his life, taking care of his skin was the least of his worries. But you were adamant about it, passionate even, that he had to take care of his skin everyday. You even created a skincare routine for him, which he felt had too many steps (it was three). How you did this for yourself everyday, he had no clue. But he loved how you cared so much for him and these little acts of love made his heart feel warm and fuzzy. 

"Did you remember to put on sunscreen this morning?" you asked, your voice carrying a hint of playfulness as if you were teasing him.

“Yes,” he answered quite proudly.

“Did you reapply every two hours?”

“... I’m supposed to reapply?”

You grabbed the bottle of micellar water, shaking the bottle before drenching a reusable cotton pad with it. Leaning over, you swiped the pad gently all over Peter’s face. He smiled with his eyes at the cooling sensation. 

“Yeah. The SPF doesn’t last all day unless you reapply.”

“But I wear my suit and that shields me from the sun all day,” he said, every word enunciated with the pout of his lips. God, he didn’t understand how cute he was. It took everything in you not to kiss him right now.

“You take off your mask a lot and if you don’t protect your skin, the sun can damage it. Open your eyes.” He obeyed. “Look at how dirty this pad is. The grime and sweat and oils from your day.”

Peter’s eyes widened a bit at the gray pad, still not used to how much dirt he could accumulate in a day. “Wow, that came from my face?”

“Mmhmm.”

“What’s the thing you used?” he asked, pointing to the bottle in your hand.

“Micellar water. It’s like a makeup remover.”

“I’m not wearing makeup.”

“I know. But it takes off the dirt on your face. And the one layer of sunscreen you had,” you said, emphasizing the word “one”. He gave you a cheeky grin.

“Okay, I’ll put on more sunscreen. I promise.” He held out his pinky and you did the same, locking him in on his promise. 

“Good. Time for a cleanser.”

“What’s that again?”

You pumped some cleanser into your hands and then added enough water from the bowl you had prepared earlier to lather it. You rubbed your hands together until bubbles had formed. 

“It’s like soap but specifically for your face. Close your eyes.”

You rubbed the cleanser over Peter’s face, careful not to touch his eyes or lips. This was one of your favorite parts because you got to admire your handsome boyfriend up close, appreciating every feature. 

“So like bar soap?”

“... Please don’t tell me you’ve been using bar soap on your face.”

“I use it everywhere.”

“Everywhere…? So like… your balls?”

“Um… uh… no? That’d be ridiculous,” he said, letting out a nervous laugh. The loud sigh that left your lips let him know he was in for it now. 

“Peter, you can’t use the same soap bar for your dick and face!”

“But it’s soap!”

“I… I don’t even know what to say. You’re supposed to be the genius here.”

“... It’s soap.”

“Okay, I’m tabling this. At least you were cleaning your face. From now on, use the cleanser I bought you for your face. It’s a hydrating one because you have dry skin.”

Peter gasped and clutched his chest dramatically like you had just insulted him. “I do not.”

“You don’t even know what that means.”

“I thought you said I have beautiful skin.”

“You do, you donut. You’re lucky it’s so nice even though you don’t take care of it.”

You grabbed the towel you prepared and wiped the suds away, revealing your adorable Peter, who was smiling from your touch. 

“Where’s that thing that smells like oranges?”

“Hmm? The cleansing balm? It’s harder to rinse it off if you’re in bed. That’s why I used micellar water today.”

“Aw… but I like the orange one.”

“Then you can do it yourself.”

“No, I’m good,” he said, shaking his head. You rolled your eyes at how childish he could be sometimes, yet you still found him endearing. 

“Okay, two more steps.”

“Two?!”

“Babe, I have like six steps in mine. You’re fine.”

“How do you do this everyday?”

“I don’t know. I find it relaxing. Besides, I want to look my age and not age faster because I didn’t take care of myself. Plus skin cancer is scary.”

Peter nodded because that was the first thing you’ve said tonight that he fully comprehended. “What are the last two steps?”

“I’m putting on a serum treatment for you and then a moisturizer to seal everything in.”

“That sounds fancy.”

You grabbed the bottle of serum for his skin needs, taking the dropper it came with and placing a couple drops on the back of your hand. Then you used your ring finger, the gentlest finger, to dab the product all over Peter’s face. He giggled when you touched his neck, the tickling sensation making him squirm. 

“Babe,” you scolded playfully. “Stay still.”

“Sorry, I can’t help it.” His eyes fluttered open and he watched you work your magic, loving your concentrated expression. To him, you were the most beautiful girl in the world and the way you cared for him made him feel special. 

You pumped out a couple squirts of your fancy moisturizer, making sure to tell him it was a fancy moisturizer and he laughed, thanking you for your sacrifice. 

“Seriously, this cost me a lot. And I’m using it on your face so… you’re welcome.”

“Thanks. The villains in this city must be so jealous right now,” he teased.

“They should be.” You leaned back and grinned, satisfied with your work. Peter’s face was glowing, the lamp in his room illuminating his face even more. “You look gorgeous.”

Peter took off the pink headband, placing it on his nightstand before pulling you on top of him. “You’re gorgeous.”

You got into a more comfortable position as you straddled him, pecking his lips, cheek, and nose. “I love you.”

“I love you too. But…”

“But?”

“You messed up my skincare. You just transferred so much bacteria onto my clean face.”

“Oh my god.”

“I’m serious. This is unprofessional. I want a refund.”

“You’re so ridiculous sometimes, you know that?” 

He broke out into another cheeky grin. “You love me though.”

“I don’t know… you don’t want my kisses.” You got off him and laid on your side, pulling the covers over your body.

“No, no, I want them.” 

“Good night.”

Peter forced you to turn around, planting a big smooch on your lips. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, holding onto his soft curls as you pulled him closer. As your lips parted from his, you both looked into each other's eyes with a loving gaze, unable to pull away. 

“[Y/N]... I have a question.”

“Yeah?”

“Can you eat the cleansing balm?”

“Babe, no.”

“But it smells so good.”

“I’m going to bed.”

[still-a-morosexual-help]

I'm so invested in that damn demonic showdown poll rn,

i dont care if mammon loses to one of his brothers in the final i NEED to take this puppet down and he's losing right now :(

Reasons to vote for Mammon?

• Let him avenge Barbatos and Lucifer!

• He's so fucking kind - as noted by both Levi and MC - even to the point of doing something to help a stranger who was trying to hurt him

• He's MC's best friend and partner in crime and is always on their side, even if that means standing against a pissed off Lucifer, whom he is canonically scared of

• He looks so good during his photoshoots because when he looks at the camera he's imagining he's looking at MC

• He's so good with kids! He's got a little daughter of his own, he stopped a lost kid from crying and helped them find their family, when Luke accidentally gave him a cursed item for his birthday he kept said item and refused to break it despite the fact that it would make him eventually lose a lot of money

• He saved MC when they were getting sexually harassed on the street

• He's good with engineering, mechanics

• He, quite confidently, mixed up the words for "hospitality" and "hospital"

• Insanely ride or die for both MC and Lucifer

• The house gets quiet and depressing when he runs away

• He gets weirded out by people treating him nicely because he rarely gets treated that way

• Talks to crows!!!

• Cries during animal documentaries!!!

• Gets upset because Cinderalla is treated badly by her family!!!

• He cares about MC's consent so much!

• Levi always comes to him when he needs genuine advice or help

• Very good with giving little speaches to reassure the others

• Doesn't know what rent is!!!

• Canonically so pretty

• Said he doesn't care if he has to wear masculine or feminine clothes as long as he looks badass!

• Canonically so pretty while cross dressing!!!

• Avatar of Greed but he constantly puts his loved ones (including his brother and Luke) over things of monetary value

• His first instinct when it comes down to it is to rescue the bank teller not the money

• His self esteem is so bad he needs the win. He literally thinks he's nothing and useless on his own

• Friends with jason voorhees!!!!

• Brings late night snacks to MC and his big brother when they're up working late

• Coos and uses baby voices with cats

• Held MC's dying body while crying/calling their name

• Is a demon who's scared of ghosts!!!!!! Because he once got possessed by the ghost of ADAM FROM THE BIBLE

• Pretty white Demon markings

• Canonically queer icon

• Was the push for me to finally go and get a proper diagnosis therefore - ADHD ICON

• I WILL WRITE THE REST OF THIS FIC AND POST IT

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[pankowperfection]

Payback

Summary: You piss off JJ and he takes revenge

Warnings: dark!JJ, rough sex, bondage, dubcon, hair pulling, 18+

Kooks vs Pogues, a story as old as the island itself. Lucky for you, you've been blessed with the good life. Growing up on the right side of town, never knowing what it was like to not get exactly what you wanted. Nothing seemed out of your reach, except for him.

Every girl in the Outer Banks wanted JJ Maybank, yourself included. You spent many nights toying with yourself, imagining the sharp lines of his jaw buried between your thighs. You always attempted to flirt with him when you were at the Island Club, wearing the skimpiest outfits possible and savoring the way his eyes couldn't resist focusing on your curves.

He hated you, simply because you were a kook and the fact really pissed you off. No one told you no, and you were willing to do whatever it took to get his attention.

Friday night at the club was going as usual, you and your friends sharing countless drinks while you talked about everything under the sun. The more the alcohol buzzed in your system, the more the damp spot in your panties grew from watching the blonde boy.

Everything he did was effortlessly sexy. How could someone looks so hot carrying a tray of cocktails? Your gaze flicked to him whenever possible, trying to stay under the radar of your judgemental friends. They wouldn't understand your obsession with someone like JJ.

Finally, you decide to make a move. "Excuse me, I'd like to speak to your manager." You watched the blood drain from his face, adams apple bobbing in his throat as he schooled his expression before answering.

"Of course ma'am, let me go get him."

Your friends giggle, thinking you just want to cause him some trouble, unaware of your ulterior motives.

"Hi, what can I do for you?" The manager looks stressed, realizing exactly who you were and knowing the implications of upsetting your family.

"Well, you see, the service has been pretty poor. We have to keep requesting another round, rather than our drinks being refilled before our glasses are empty. And I really don't appreciate how Maybank here has been looking at me all night. I want him gone."

The manager sighs, turning to JJ who was standing just behind him watching the scene unfold. "I'm sorry JJ, but you need to go. Can't have you upsetting my customers."

Before he storms off he fixes you with a hard stare, almost a warning of what is to come.

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As you stumble into your posh apartment, you don't notice the dark presence in the room. You toe off your heels, leaving them by the door and making your way into the kitchen for a glass of water. As you reach for the light switch, a strong hand clamps down over your mouth. Before you get the chance to elbow your attacker, his arm wraps around your body, trapping you against him.

"Hi sweetheart. You really thought you could get away with that, didn't you?"

Your heart hammers hard in your chest, adrenaline mixing with arousal as electricity shoots through your system. The scent of salty air mixed with something that is uniquely him fills the air, your body responding to how he feels pressed so tightly against you.

"I think it's only fair that I get something in return. A little payback." He forces you to turn, slamming you down onto the cool stone of the island. He quickly ties your wrists together behind your back, thick rope making your skin burn as you attempt to free yourself.

"JJ stop." Your protest sounds weak even to you, battling with your mind about how much your body wanted this.

Suddenly his bandana is in your face, roughly pushed between your lips and tied behind your head. "Shhh. The only thing I want to hear out of you is moans and whimpers. Besides, you don't really want me to stop, do you?"

The rough pads of his fingers trail up the inside of your thigh, your clit pulsing as he gets closer to your core. Your back arches, trying to get his hand where you need him most. He chuckles darkly, pulling away at the last second and leaving you panting for more.

You tense at the sound of his zipper, unable to turn around and catch a glimpse of his cock. He gives you no warning at all before burying himself balls deep inside you in one thrust. You scream at the stretch, sound slightly muffled by his makeshift gag. He's bigger than anyone you've ever had, each twitch of his cock making your walls burn.

"God damn, so fucking tight," he grits out between his teeth. He winds one hand into your hair, pulling hard to make your back arch further while your scalp sears with pain. His thick cock surges impossibly deeper, forcing you up onto your toes as he nudges your cervix.

His free hand grips your bound wrists, withdrawing slowly before slamming back inside. You can't help the loud moan that escapes your lips, the way he feels filling you up driving you wild. He uses you for leverage, setting a brutal pace that makes you see stars.

"That's it cupcake. Not so bitchy when you're drunk on my cock are you?" He lets go of your hair and you collapse onto the marble, band tightening in your stomach as he uses your body for his pleasure.

Broken moans spill from your lips as you teeter on the edge of your high, needing more to get across that line. He stops abruptly, manhandling you onto your back with your legs dangling off the counter. "Wanna see your face when you cum for me, want you to watch my cock destroy you."

The moonlight filtering through the window highlights his sharp features, the sweat dripping from his brow making drool pool underneath your tongue. You wished you could taste him, craving the feeling of his cock on your tongue. He breaks you out of your trance as his hands rake up your thighs, nails biting into your skin and making you bite back a groan.

When he lines up his cock with your entrance, his thumb brushes over your clit. You attempt to plead with him for more, struggling to speak around your gag. This time he pushes in slowly, both of you entranced by how your bodies are joined together.

His thrusts are slow but extremely deep, throwing your legs over each of his shoulders so he can get a better angle. He reaches down and pulls down the bandana before crashing his lips to yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth before biting down hard on your bottom lip. You taste the metallic tang of blood before he pulls away with a grin, tinge of red glinting on his lips.

"J please. I need more."

"Whatever you say princess." He wraps his dominant hand around your throat, pressing just enough to make your pleasure double. The speed of his thrusts starts to pick up, his fingers expertly massaging your clit.

"Oh god, please don't stop." Your legs start to shake as your high approaches. JJ releases your throat at the last second, your cries filling the room as you gush over his cock. He fucks you through it, his pace faltering as you feel him pulse inside you before filling you with his cum.

When he withdraws you wince, slight red tint glistening on his cock from his roughness. He grabs a towel to wipe himself off, silently tucking himself away and straightening the rest of his clothes.

You watch as he heads for the door, panic slowly setting in at your vulnerable position. "Aren't you gonna untie me?"

"Nah - you can sort that out yourself. Next time you fuck with me, I'll make sure your punishment is worse. Oh, and you're mine now. Don't touch anyone else, I'll know."

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I forgot that you existed: series; a.b

Okay, this is coming out like a few months after making the announcement that I'm doing this. Please bear with me because this is my first time writing a series due to my strength in writing one-shots.

I forgot that you existed

pairing: Adam Banks x Reader

warnings: none

fluff and angst? I'm not fully sure of which direction I went with this

word count: 1.3k

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-Prologue-

“Representing the United States in today’s event of the Goodwill Games, Y/N Y/L/N!”

Skating out into the center of the rink, it felt as if everything stopped. All the attention is on me. I can’t mess this up. 

The jewels on my dress reflecting the lights showering from above and glistening on my body, acting as a false narrative of the confidence that somehow seems I own. The heightened feeling of my heartbeat mocking me while the audience ahead blurs as my anxiety decided to rise at the worst time possible to take down whatever sliver of confidence I had left. But as the music started up and the arena stopped spinning, my confidence started to surge back into my body, protecting me like a suit of armor. The uneasy feeling of pure bliss and pure anxiety was all I could feel at that point.

Picking up the speed, I prepare for my first double salchow and land it with a surprise ease. Things were running too well for me at that point which honestly provides a sense of irony compared to how I was feeling on the inside. My upcoming trick, which would guarantee me a spot in the finals, was coming faster than you could say Goodwill Games. As I finally reached the prep that decides if I make the cut, everything droned out. The music and chatter slowly drowned out by my heartbeat taking control, pounding with each breath like the drums in a random classic rock song my dad blasts in the car.

buh bump, buh bump

Jumping in the air for my triple axel, I could feel the shards of ice that I shaved from the ground melt through my tights and take shelter on my legs.

buh bump, buh bump

This is what it all came down to.

buh bump

This could finally push the spotlight that my parents took control of on me.

buh bump

I can either make it..

buh bump

*SMACK

..or break it.

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buzz

Groaning as the irritable ringing of the fluorescent lights disturbed by apparent rest, I surveyed the room I somehow ended up in. The slight shiver from the cool temperature was all I needed to wake the rest of my body up. The sharp sanitized smell that invaded my senses was all I needed to figure that I was in the clinic. But I don’t even remember ho-

Oh

Oh.. The pain that radiated from my ankle starts to reduce to a slight throb as a doctor glides through the walkway with my parents trailing hot on her tracks.

“I have good news and bad news,” she said, “which would you rather go first?”

Catching my parents worried filled expression, I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding.

“Good news..please,” I meekly followed through with.

“The good news is that it seems to be only a sprain in the ankle which should heal relatively quickly if you stay off of it,” the doctor expressed with a positive attitude which definitely  did not relieve the thick tension surrounding the area. 

“Bad news though, you’re taking an indefinite break from figure skating until it heals. So although you’re still representing your country in the games, you won’t be able to compete due to your injury.”

Closing my eyes with a sighing exhale, I glance over to my parents trading hushed whispers. Sensing my discomfort, the doctor lady spoke up: “You will spend most of your time ith us in the clinic and who knows, maybe you’ll make a friend or two,” she expressed.

“Maybe” I thought. Maybe I won’t be bored out of my mind waiting for this bloody stump of an ankle to get its act together.

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The soft hums of the television behind me broadcasting the current sport helps drown out my nerves as I sit idly in the waiting room, waiting for a miracle to get me out of here. Or even to just distract me from mellowing in my misery any longer.

Ding

“How may I help you?”

I lift up my head to inspect whoever the sing-songy voice of the clinic volunteer just greeted. To inspect whoever just became my saving grace.

..and I guess they came in the form of a fourteen year old in a polo shirt holding his wrist? Well at least we have our age in common. Maybe if I’m lucky, he’ll know a thing or two about basically living on ice, but a girl can only dream. But who knows? I’m just grateful to have a distraction, even if they came in the form of a random stranger, even for just the smallest sliver of time.

The receptionist, if that’s what the volunteer even goes by, directed the bot over to where I was currently holding reign in my kingdom of boredom and restlessness. I try to look disinterested? No then he’ll feel uncomfortable. Busy maybe? No then he’ll definitely not talk to me. I’ll just look bored. Maybe he’ll feel some sympathy and take one for the team and entertain me. Maybe then I won’t feel the nurses’ and volunteers’ pity radiating off of every single surface in this seemingly cramped area. 

You know what? I’ll just take initiative and start the conversation. Yeah! I’ll reach out and start off by saying: “..So.. what are you in here for?”

The polo shirt dude lifted his arm to show off his tender looking wrist. He seemed to ponder before deciding to satisfy the lingering reply waiting to be answered. 

“What about you?”

“I sprained my ankle on a triple axel during my short program for the figure skating event.”

He nodded off for a second until he brought up the obvious gold question.

“Wait, you ice skate?”

That question slowly morphed into gaining information about each other, dragging each other out of our self wallowing pits because we know what it's like to be deprived of action on the rink. At the end of the week, it was like we’ve known each other for years.

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I rush into the clinic holding my version of the holy grail in my head, dying to tell my new companion my great news; my ankle is almost done healing and I’ll be able to ease myself back on the ice. Seeing as he’s nowhere to be found, even though this is the time he’s usually hanging out in here, I wander up to the clinic’s volunteer desk, head still spinning around in hopes he’ll appear.

“Has a boy with blond hair, a sprained wrist, and a pitiful expression been around here today?”

The volunteer shaked his head, implying he’s been missing around these parts of town. I take the newfound info and tread back to the waiting area, waiting for my saving grace to reappear.

5 minutes… no polo shirt boy

10 minutes… no sprained wrist friend

15 minutes…no sign of the only person interesting around here.

Just as I’m about to walk out defeated, the television stops me in my tracks. I turn right around and head back to my previous position. I stared a hole into the television as all of my questions were loosely answered with the answer I was not looking for. The telecasters' speech starts to muddle together except for a single sentence.

“..and taking the stage, here comes #99 ready to take center position, opposing his Iceland opponent-”

“-best of luck to #99,

Mr. Adam Banks”

<3

[underfaller]

Fiscal Game

Pairing: Pantalone x Reader CW: smut Words: 700

You were starting to regret signing that contract. 

It'd only been a month, yet the banker had taken quite a liking to you. Despite your short time working for the Northland Bank, he'd personally asked you to be his secretary-- an honor most would take in a heartbeat. You were no different, but as you shakily held the edge of your desk, pressing your plush thighs together, and hoping no one who came heard the soft buzzing of the vibrator your boss slipped into your panties, you certainly were having doubts whether this job was for you.

At the very least, you should've read your agreement a bit more thoroughly. 

It was much too late to back out now. With this man's devotion to your contract, you'd think he was the Liyue Archon himself. But that couldn't be further from the truth. No, this man was none other than the ninth Fatui Harbinger: Pantalone, The Regrator. 

You tried to focus on your work. Pantalone needed these ledgers done by today. He’d been very adamant about it… perhaps if he wanted them done so quickly, he shouldn’t have distracted you so much. 

Bzz…zzz…

It’s almost as if your boss could hear your thoughts because just as you finished internally complaining, you felt the toy's vibrations get stronger. You imagined his slender finger playfully pressing up his remote’s lever as he sits at his desk, that unwavering, yet false smile plastered on his handsome face. You clenched your fists tightly in your lap as you took a shaky breath. It’s the best you could do to keep from moaning on the clock. 

After some time, you actually managed to finish your work. You do your best to stand up, walking carefully to Pantalone’s office, knocking twice.

“Enter.”

You obeyed, tentatively peeking your head through the doorframe. 

“Ah, if it isn’t my favorite little secretary. Have you finished those ledgers?” Your boss asked. His hands are clasped together in front of him as he smiles at you. His glasses’ crystal cord dangling casually as he tilts his head in acknowledgment of your presence. 

Yes, sir.”

“Bring them here.” 

You nod. However, as you approached him, you staggered a bit. Your eyes rested on his hand once again on your vibrator’s remote. You could feel the smooth plastic vibrating stronger than ever against your clit, overstimulated and swollen from his toying. You stopped in your tracks as the pleasure overtook you by surprise. 

“Dearie, is something the matter?” 

“N..No Sir.” 

You quickly shuffled to Pantalone, placing your work on his desk. He picked the books up, flipping through them as he examined your work. He hummed with approval as he stood up, making his way towards you. 

“Perfect as usual. I expected no less from you, dearie,” Pantalone murmured as he caressed your cheek. 

You could feel your heart skip a beat. You’ll never get used to the intimacy you two share. Whenever he was this close, you simply couldn’t help but get flustered. It was a mixture of things: his confidence, his dominance, and of course, his quite beautiful face. 

“I suppose I should reward you for such good work, hm?”

With that, Pantalone kissed you. You greedily accepted, pulling him closer by his suit collar. You normally weren’t this way, but you’ve been teased the whole day. Your whole body yearned for this man. Today, you would take whatever you pleased. 

He moaned as you stuck your tongue in his warm mouth. It made your heart flutter. Your tongues battled for dominance, wrapped around each other in a slick embrace. As you both pulled away, a thin string of saliva connects you for a brief moment before dissipating. 

Pantalone bent you over his desk, a familiar position for you. His hand reached up your pencil skirt. You shivered as he brushed against your wet panties, no doubt because of today’s antics. He laughed softly as he leaned forward, whispering in your ear. 

"Look at you. So wet already. You've soiled the lingerie I purchased for you. You know those were quite expensive, don't you?" Pantalone teased. “Perhaps I should punish you for that.”

“Perhaps. As long as you fuck me in the end… Sir.” 

"Heh. As you wish, my dear."