#sabby writes

[7yataki]

subtle actions of love (..◜ᴗ◝..)

how the teamies show their love to you... 𖹭

tags: fluff, cuddling, acts of service, more fluff, maki can't keep his hands to himself (non-explicit), sprinkle some more fluff, gn!reader, did i mention fluff?

A/N: been a while since i last wrote for anyone, but these boys reignited that part of me again! pls enjoy i wrote this at 3 am ☆

koga yudai:

kei, to me, is a very loud person when it comes to showing his love to his lover. very vocal about how much he loves you, how he cares for you, and your well-being. right as he's about to leave for work, he shouts out his "I love you"'s till he gets an answer back that satisfies him.

but he would do this thing where he always studies your face very closely. looking for any sign that something upset you at work or when you're just out and about, and you don't want him to know about it.

kei would cup your face, stare at you for a good 5 seconds, then shower you with kisses. either till he's satisfied or till you have to physically push him away, giggling at the sensation. 𖹭

murata fuma:

fuma already shows his love quietly and subtly. packing you the lunch he prepared the day before, tidying up your shared room, never letting you lift anything that he deems too heavy on you, even washing the dishes that you promised you'd do. he's not even angry that he's washing them.

but the one thing you truly appreciate him for is his constant presence. he's your rock, always supporting you every step you take forward. he helps you by giving you much needed advice and congratulates you on your successes.

when you talk to him about your doubts, mentioning that you don't feel like you're giving him as much support as he's giving you, fuma stops you and says "your existence fuels me to wake up and do my best, everyday." 𖹭

wang yixiang:

nicholas is epitome acts of service love language. he never fails to make you feel like the most special person in the world. always giving you his everything, even letting you borrow (steal) his clothes.

when he comes back home from practice, he sees you on the couch, half-asleep, waiting for him so you can both go to bed together. nicho softly places his bag and keys down, going over to you to lie down on your lap.

feeling weight on your lap, you look down and meet his beautiful smile stretching across his face, his cheeks puffing up, tinged pink either from the cold or the adrenaline of practice. you softly run your fingers through his hair, completely forgetting he hates that. but he lets you, only you can do that to him. nicho would choke anyone else who gets close to his head, but, for you, he'd bow his head down quietly. 𖹭

byun euijoo:

poor juju is still a bit awkward when it comes to showing you how much he loves you. this man is down bad for you, and he's constantly trying to grab your attention.

because he only has his eyes on you, he notices things that not even your parents have noticed yet. that time you cut your hair an inch off without telling anyone right before a family dinner, he was the first to compliment you. he noticed his initials on your nails that you got as a surprise.

he almost fainted when he saw that b.ej on your ring fingernail. he took your hand in his, giving it a small kiss, promising he'd always do better for you. his ears were on fire, red as tomatoes; he may be clumsy, but he was truthful in his words and actions. 𖹭

nakakita yuma:

yuma definitely loves teasing you, regardless of what mood you're in. a little touch here, a kiss there, he just loves having his hands on you.

when he knocks on your door to your shared room and it takes a little longer for you to respond, he quietly opens the door. you're on the bed, wrapped up in blankets, your laptop in front of you playing some sad 1960s movie. the ending wasn't happy, and you were clearly not having a good time watching it.

he slowly shuts the laptop off and climbs in bed with you, pulling you in his arms as he quietly calms down your sniffles. his hand wipes the tears down your chin, bringing your face up to him as he kisses your tearful eyes closed. he just can't bear looking at his beloved so sad. 𖹭

asakura jo:

oh, our shy jojo boy, he loves you so much that even the thought of you makes his face flush. he looks at you from afar, still not believing that you're actually his lover, hoping he doesn't wake up from this dream anytime soon.

jojo shows love through acts of service like nicho, may be a little less obvious than nicho. on the day of your 100th day anniversary, he builds up the courage to link your pinky fingers together as you strolled down the beach.

this catches you by surprise since you've been initiating the skinship, so when you look at him and see how flushed his neck is, you can't help but chuckle at how lovely your precious jojo can be. 𖹭

shigeta harua:

rua loooves to dress you up with him. always showing off your couple rings, couple bracelets, hats, shoes, you name it. he loves sharing his interests with you and including you in everything he collects and plans on adding to his collection.

he's very attentive to your needs, paying attention to which show you're currently watching and which ones you've decided to drop. for your birthday, he buys you collectibles and merch of your fav show. he's clumsy with words and actions, so he can only show how much he loves by paying attention to you.

he loves listening to you yap and talk his ear off. he's never bored around you, intently listening to every detail you say, especially about how your day went. when you mention that you forgot to buy your coworker a present for their birthday next week, you wake up and find a basket filled with items that suit your coworkers' taste. rua made sure to match the colors to your outfit. 𖹭

takayama riki:

happy pill taki is content being around you whenever, wherever you are, no matter what it is you're doing. when you visit him during practice, like he had requested one day, he was overjoyed. obviously, he couldn't focus as much since his eyes constantly drift off to look at you, who are already smiling at him.

he couldn't contain himself and immediately jumped over to you to give you the biggest bear hug. obviously, that earned him the biggest earful from his teammates, but he didn't care at all. his eyes, mind, and soul were all about you.

on another day, he heard you call out his name, asking him to come to the living room. he got a bit nervous as he turned the corner till he saw the bottles of nail polish on the table. your right hand was held high as you asked him to help you with your left. taki's focused face as he tried his best to avoid getting any polish on your cuticles still makes you giggle. 𖹭

riki wilhelm mauss:

this man LOVES hugging you, period. his hands are constantly on you in some way, holding your hand, wrapped around your wrist, resting on your waist, or an arm around your shoulder. regardless of where you are, maki's gonna find a way to touch you and bring you closer to him.

when you're stressed because of work, his way of relieving it is by cuddling it away. he pulls you into his arms, his legs wrapped around your own, and holds you close for some minutes. and then, he flips you both, now he's crushing you with his weight, eliciting the biggest laugh he'd heard from you since he's known you.

he's glad his plan had worked, seeing how happy you looked under him as he's wrapped around you like a koala hugging a tree branch. he stares at your face for a couple of seconds and gives you a knowing smile. you have 3 seconds to react by pushing him off, but he beat you to it, maki's fingers already tickling your sides, making you squeal with joy. 𖹭

[absnthee]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

relationship: Niko Mikkola/Sergei Bobrovsky

rating: mature

word count: 1243

characters: Niko Mikkola, Sergei Bobrovsky, Florida Panthers NHL Team Ensemble

additional tags: Mild Painplay, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Hurt/Comfort

summary:

What is it like to be revered by a god?

Does one shy away from the devotion

Or is it like trying to claw your eyes out from your skull

A pity. But whose pity?

Is it a pity to be revered by a god?

You imbecile.

Look at me

And drown in such reverence

[bisousbucky]

Sergeant, I'm Yours Sergeant

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: title says it all

Warnings: Grinding (I don't know what you really call this?), sergeant kink, 18+ please

A/n: This drabble is for Day 2 of the @the-ss-horniest-book-club's Kinktober : Sergeant Kink.

The smell of arousal permeated Bucky's room without question. He's already made you cum twice with his tongue and now, with his hands firmly on your waist, he's guiding your hips against his rock hard cock.

"Say it!" His tone demands, his fingers squeezing your waist so hard that red marks stay behind, a sure sign you'll bruise tomorrow but neither of you give a shit.

"Ah! Fuck! It feels so good!" You moan, your fingernails digging into his shoulders, leaving half-moons behind.

"Say it!" He repeats, stilling your hips, causing you to grind against air.

"Please Sergeant Barnes."

"Please what, doll?" He taunts, still keeping your pussy away from his crotch.

"Please let me cum Sergeant." Your voice pleads, pools of tears already threatening to spill.

"Who do you belong to doll? C'mon! I wanna hear you say it!" He growls, his stubble of a beard scratching along your jawline.

"You! I'm yours, Sergeant Barnes." A promise laced within those words.

"Good girl. Now be my good girl and cum for me." And with that, he pulls your hips back down and you moan in satisfaction.

The delicious friction of your bare pussy grinding against his clothed hard cock sends shockwaves through your entire body.

Your back arches, your chest pushed up into his face as your legs begin to quiver. Your heavy moans and pants near his ears drives Bucky insane. He loves you like this; desperate, needy, whimpery.

A few more hard strokes of your clit against his shaft has you cumming over his black boxers with a scream.

"GOD!" You can feel your entrance clenching around nothing, your body falling forward and burying your head in the crook of his neck.

"My good girl." He whispers in your hair.

"Always for you, Sergeant Barnes."

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Kinktober Taglist: @disasterbii

[caffeinatedtimdrake]

hey there, could you write #54 with dick? love your blog <3

thank you anon i love YOU!! hope you enjoy 💖

1.5k fluff of Dick Grayson/Nightwing x Reader in which a spa night turns into a superhero reveal. 

54.“You really have no clue who I am?” “You’d think the confused looks and blank stare would have answered that for you.”

Tonight was supposed to be a breath of serenity amidst a weeks of simultaneously tedious and tumultuous school work and job interviews.

But one of Gotham’s vigilantes just had to come crashing through your window in the middle of your solitary spa night. 

You hadn’t entirely intended to spend the evening alone. You asked Dick a few days ago if he wanted to grab dinner tonight because he always radiated abundant enthusiasm when you told him you had a moment of free time and because you thoroughly enjoyed the warm energy and sweet kisses of a man who might be your boyfriend at this point – but you two had yet to label this agglomeration of cute notes, lunch dates, and hand-holding. 

Dick notified you sulkily that he would be busy on this quiet spring night (“I’m distraught that I’m missing out on a night with my favorite person, emphasis on dis”), but pinky-promised to take you out for waffles next week. You tried to expire the disappointment from your lungs with a smile and deep exhale, but largely failed.

It always leaves you a little winded when you ponder the steadily growing piece of your heart reserved for Dick Grayson. ‘Head over heels’ barely captures the sweet, pleasantly dizzying daze of being enamored with Dick. You are beyond head over heels; you are tumbling headfirst, a downward spiral into strong embraces and musical laughter and syrupy adoration. It enthralls you more than it scares you: rather than drowning in a sea of vulnerability, you’re floating on a comfy raft, probably resting against a sun-kissed, muscular chest and drinking blissfully from a coconut. 

Coconuts and a handsome young man are presently absent from your home, but at least you could spend some quality time with your cat, who blinks at you drowsily from the couch as you pour a fizzy, sugary beverage into an unnecessarily fancy glass. 

“You know, Socks, I hate to be nosy, but he didn’t actually tell me why he was busy tonight. And it’s not like I’m…worried…or anything. I’m just curious.” 

Socks doesn’t have much of a response, save for a wide yawn. 

You tell him that you appreciate the feedback as you go into the bathroom and rummage for your favorite clay mask, laced with strawberries and honey. It looks a bit unruly, bright pink against your skin, but you needn’t impress anyone tonight.

Socks chatters softly after you switch on the TV and plop down next to him, glass in one hand and remote in the other as you search for your favorite rom com. He butts his head against your hip and curls up next to you, purring, and you scratch behind his ears. 

“Aw, buddy, you’ll always be the number one guy in my life. Even Dick knows this.”

Socks nuzzles closer and you can’t fight the warm smile across your mouth at the mention of Dick. 

You feel light and pleasant, a soft breeze billowing in through the open window and ruffling your hair and the thin curtains and dragging the scent of strawberries from the mask through the air. You think you even might be dozing off when Socks jumps straight up and digs his claws into your thigh. 

You barely remember to cry out in pain because, moments after, a lithe tangle of black Kevlar comes barreling though the open window.

(Socks, your knight in shining armor, dives beneath the couch.)

The heap of lanky limbs mumbles, “Ouch,” and you raise a pillow defensively, slowly inching towards him. You figure that if worse comes to worse, he’ll be scared away by the thick layer of pink across your face. 

He flips onto his back and props himself up, rubbing his forehead and grumbling. 

His gaze flickers up to you, sheepish smile lingering beneath the curve of a black mask across the bridge of his nose. “Hi.” 

You blink at the glowing blue bird across his chest and part your mouth but omit no coherent sound; you can’t decide whether you should scream or inquire about his well-being.

“I, um, h-hello?” 

He stands slowly, gracefully, shaking out his wrist and rubbing his elbow, toned muscle adorning a lanky frame. “I apologize for…barreling in through your window.”

“It’s…okay. I think?” 

His features knit into a frown. “But it’s late and a weekend and you live by yourself. Should you be leaving your window wide open at all?” 

You frown back. “I like the fresh air. Plus, you aren’t my mother. With all due respect, Mr. Nightwing, I will open my window if I damn please. And I have a cat, I don’t live alone!” You huff, dropping the pillow and crossing your arms over your chest. 

He raises his hands in surrender. “You got me.” He presses his finger to an ear piece and his voice drops, turning his whole body away from you. “I’m good. Tiny accident. No, Red, that’s silly. Socks belong on your feet. I’ll see you tomorrow. Nightwing out.”

You stare at him, bewildered, and your body buzzes with adrenaline. Would this be an appropriate time to call the police? Would it be inappropriate to call the cops on a guy who kind of qualifies as a superhero? Should you call Dick? 

He must see the litany of distraught questions playing across your face because he flashes you a reassuring smile. “This whole thing was supposed to be a lot more nonchalant. But this has turned into a disaster, all dis. I’m a little glad your window was open, I must admit. Crashing through glass is kind of painful.” 

“…what in the world?” You ask for many reasons; why he ended up in your apartment, why he speaks to you so casually, why he plays with words like Dick Grayson, why he sounds an awful lot like Dick Grayson…

The smile droops off his face. The curl of his mouth is achingly familiar, but you hesitate to think blatantly of who it resembles. 

“You look…confused.”

You nod, plopping onto the arm of the couch. “A little.”

He leans back against the counter across from you. “You also look a little bit like a strawberry. A cute one.” 

He jolts at your visceral reaction because you stand up straight, eyebrows arched. “I have a boyfriend. You cannot call me a cute strawberry!” You pause, gaze flitting to the ceiling. “Well, he’s not formally my boyfriend. But I think we’re getting there.” 

A grin quirks at his mouth and you blanch, choking down the torrent of butterflies against your ribcage. 

“Why are you smiling?!”

He sobers, wrinkling his nose and tilting his head a bit like a disconcerted puppy. “You really have no clue who I am?” 

“You’d think the confused look and blank stare would have answered that for you.” 

Nightwing laughs, a warm sound born in his throat and echoing off the walls of the apartment, and you’d know that sound in any storm.

Your stance softens slightly and so does your tone. “I mean, I can speculate.” 

He undoubtedly wiggles his eyebrows beneath the mask and his voice drops in a way that makes heat rise violently in your face, red beneath pink. “Want to come over here and take off my mask, Y/N?” 

The air is different now as he approaches you, cloying and thick. He halts an arm’s length away from you. Dick does this literally and figuratively; he always wants to meet you in the middle, lingering in between distance and intimacy, and you often ponder the idea of soulmates because it seems like in this amorous universe, you’re always gravitating toward him – and he’s pulled towards you with the same sweet energy. 

You move deliberately through the haze of trepidation, timid in the way that you place your fingers beneath sleek Kevlar and against smooth, heated skin because removing this mask is removing countless safeguards and the cover on a can of worms, to reveal vivid aquamarine and the man you are hopelessly falling in love with. 

“Hi, Y/N.” 

You smile so wide it cracks your mask and you might have half a mind to feel embarrassed but you’re too enthralled by the sight of Dick’s handsome face and soulful eyes. 

“Hi, Dick. Er, Nightwing.” You say, a little breathless.

“I really am sorry for crashing through your window. I didn’t know what other way to enter the building inconspicuously and also inform you of my other identity.” 

“You could have just…told me. Socks was less than thrilled about it.” You giggle a little. His eyes are bright with adoration and it makes your heart sing. “But I appreciate any excuse to see you with my own eyes.” 

“Oh, honey, the sentiment is absolutely reciprocated. How whelmed are you?” 

“Not overly at the moment.”

He kisses your mouth briefly, a breath of flower petals and honey. “Am I allowed to call you a cute strawberry now?”

You narrow your eyes for a moment. “Only if you put on the clay mask.” 

“Of course!” Dick chirps. “Then we can both be cute strawberries.”

[7yataki]

love shower (´꒳`)♡

how the teamies act in a relationship with you... 𖹭 tags: fluff city, suggestive nicho (if u squint), you're down bad for the boys and vice versa, gn!reader, lots of touching, kissing, hugging A/N: thank u for 300+ notes on the last ot9 pairing ilyall very much pls enjoy this one as well ☆

koga yudai:

kei is always so busy with work, and it doesn't help that he's so loved by other people around him. he's warm, kind, and amusing to be around. everyone naturally gravitate towards him, and you don't blame them. you love your boyfriend, and part of that love is feeling content seeing him so adored by others around him.

kei, on the other hand, is bothered by this. how could you not be bothered? are you not jealous over him? or could it be... you like imagining him with other people? a million thoughts run through his pretty head, and they all come to a halt when you tiptoe to fix his bangs.

"you need a haircut," you said, focused on his hair. he grabbed your wrist, giving it a small peck and pulled you flush against him.

"what i need is you right now." his voice was low, barely over a mumble. his eyes held an emotion that you couldn't quite put your finger on. with a tilt of your head, you reminded him that you were literally stuck to him right now. how could he need more of you? you couldn't be more close.

he was stunned with your reply, but it calmed his throbbing head. a breathy laugh escaped, dropping his head on your shoulders, arms wrapped around you in a bear hug. he loves you so much that, in his eyes, you could never do wrong. 𖹭

murata fuma:

oh, how perfect this man can be. he takes care of his own health as well as yours. he may not be able to cook too well, but he knows how to help out by cleaning up the mess made as a result. he puts the clothes in the dryer the minute the washing cycle is done. seriously, could he be anymore perfect?

but sometimes, he can just be too cute for his own good. he takes extra care of his pokémon plushie collection, lining them up one by one on his bed.

"don't you think this'll get messed up when we're actually asleep?" you asked him gently, your hand coming around his waist to his chest. you leaned your cheek against his shoulder blade area, "no, if we don't move, eevee will be fine." he said, fully convinced that that was a solution.

you couldn't believe what you were hearing, truly, but you weren't going to deny him his wishes. you just hope deep-sleep-you would actually cooperate. as if he could hear your thoughts, he turns and cups your face, lips inches away from yours, "let's cuddle tonight. that way you won't kick in your sleep and knock over the eevees."

your insides were flipping around doing jumping jacks and who are you if not escatatic that you were going to sleep with his arms holding you tight? 𖹭

wang yixiang:

oooh mister fashonisto over here SHOWERS you in clothes and accessories. whenever he goes out shopping for his own clothes, he has to get you something.

whenever you're going out, you have to pass by him or text him the outfit to get the nico approval. not because he wants to check if it's too short or too revealing, but because he wants you to always look your best.

"you should loosen that belt a little more," holding back a smile, he reaches over in an attempt to unbuckle the belt. you hold his hands in place and give him a pointed look, already knowing how much he loves teasing you like this. he steals this opportunity by grabbing your arm with his free hand, pulling your body close to his.

his facial expressions were teasing you to no end, and his hands weren't helping either. they just couldn't stay on one place on your body. "if you loosen it anymore, I won't have anything to hold up these huge pants, nico," you push his hands away, already knowing why he wanted to unbuckle them. that grin stretched on his face told you all about it.

"c'mon, just give me a lil show!" he shouted a playful ow! when you flicked his forehead. cupping his face, you gave him a little smooch on his forehead as an apology, telling him that if he behaves he'd get more than a peck. you'd never seen your weno so disciplined. 𖹭

byun euijoo:

baby juju is definitely more reserved, more shy than kei or nicho are, but he always tries to do his best. for you. flashing that bright, contagious smile of his at everyone he passes by, greeting them one by one. he always wanted to leave the best impression so that when people talked to you about him, they'd sing praises.

he cares so much about your opinions and feelings that he forgets to tell you anything about himself. he'd look at you with huge heart eyes like you'd hung the stars, chin on the palm of his hand. anyone passing by could see his adoration for you.

"quit looking at me like that," you pressed your ice cold hands to your firey hot cheeks, "you're making me nervous." you muttered, body turning away from him in hopes you're able to calm yourself down.

the sight almost made euijoo fly. no matter how long you've been together, his heart still hammered against his chest. his hands snaked around your waist, wrapping his arms tightly around you in a gentle back hug.

his breathing was close to your ear, the scent of cherries hitting your nose. "and you make me feel like the luckiest man alive." a kiss on the cheek made you squeal, turning around still in his arms to give him a playful smack to the chest. just where did your shy juju go? 𖹭

nakakita yuma:

yuma knows he loves you, and he could never go a day without seeing you. that's why when he finally asked you out to make it official, he made sure to do it at night, where the soft light of the street lamps combined with his cap covered the deep red shade of his ears. he just couldn't handle knowing that you knew how much he actually loves you.

when you finished lunch together, you decided to take a walk around, talking about anything and everything. as you passed by a coffee shop, you suddenly craved one of the displayed cakes, staring at it for a second too long. however, you decided against it, today's lunch was enough, and you didn't want to bother yuma with your requests.

but, yuma noticed. everything. the staring, the hesitation, the decision-making, it was all written on your face. he prided himself on his ability to read you so well obviously because he's known you for so long and not because he studies your every move and facial expression. definitely not.

so he asked you to sit at a stoop for 5 minutes nearby, saying he forgot his wallet at the restaurant, and you simply complied.

only to see him walk back to you with that same piece of cake wrapped up in clear packaging in one hand and your favorite coffee drink in the other. a boyish smile played on his face as he walked up to you. at that moment you became much more infatuated with your endearing yuu-kun. 𖹭

asakura jo:

god, this precious boy. he's been so lost in thought recently, his eyes unfocused as you watched him on the other side of the couch then suddenly, he perks up, immediately looking at you to see if you caught him zoning out. thank god for your fast reflexes.

when you both were out on a date, he'd zoned out again, looking out the window this time. his name had been called out twice for the coffee you'd ordered. by the time you came back with your coffees in hand, jojo had an uneasy look on his face. you hesitated handing him his drink, "did you not want this? you can take mine if you'd like or we can order another-"

he quickly refused, shaking his head and hands as he tried to get words out but was too flustered. he urged you to sit down, telling you that he had something he wanted to talk to you about. your heart dropped to your stomach.

"lately, i've been doing a lot of thinking..." he starts, fiddling with his hands. shakily, jo extends his hands to you, asking for your hands in his. you quickly grip them, assuring him that you'll listen no matter what. "and... i want us to move in together."

your heart leaped all the way back and almost out of your body. is this what's been occupying your lovely jojo's brain? a smile stretched across your face, ear to ear. you covered your face with your hands that were still holding his, telling him that you've been thinking about this moment from the day you first met. that changed his already pink face to a light tomato red. how adorable your boyfriend can be. 𖹭

shigeta harua:

harua loves being spoiled by you. one look at his puppy eyes, and you're already up on your feet, ready to do whatever it is he needs. even when he wants you to do something you're hesitant about doing, just by saying your name with a whine makes you weak for him.

rua enjoys being pampered by you. your hugs are his absolute favorite, always looking forward to them after a long day at work. walking into your room where you were reading your fav book, he stood at the foot of the bed. he wanted to get your attention, he wanted you to look at him, only him. he needed your eyes on him, and you sensed that.

when you glanced up at him, you saw his pouty lips slowly split into a small smile. you reciprocated, dropping your book beside you and opening your arms wide for him. he gladly dived into your invitation as he let out a sigh of relief.

he was finally in your arms again; your scent enveloped him completely, "i missed you so much." he said into your hair, shifting himself around so that half his body was lying on top of you. one hand stroked circles on his back while the other played with his hair.

you let out a giggle, kissing the top of his head, telling him that today was especially boring because he wasn't around. rua couldn't suppress his bunny grin or the blush creeping up his neck, he just loves you so much. 𖹭

takayama riki:

my beloved puppy taki, he's such a mix of everything; however, he is very perceptive of your feelings. he understands that not everyone can keep up with his energy so he's always going with the flow when he's around you.

you want to go out to the gym? he's already filling your water bottle so you can both workout together. staying at home for date night? leave the food to him, he'll serve you the best pasta you've had yet.

taki once came over to your place of seating while scratching the back of his head. pulling out two concert tickets, "i bought these for us," he paused for a second, letting you read the contents. "but im not sure if we can go there."

you asked him why as he replied that he might be traveling on that same day. his bottom lip slightly protruded but that quickly changed as he exclaimed, "but you can take these for you and your friends!" oh, how silly your boyfriend was.

"i'd rather wait for you to come back safely and then we can go. together." you emphasized the last word, to make sure he understood. the boyish grin shining on his face definitely showed that he did. 𖹭

riki wilhelm mauss:

this man adores taking care of you. there isn't anything more important to him than the fact that you're healthy and having fun. he would start acting like your personal jester if it meant that your day would be a little better.

you popped open the pill bottle and tossed one of them into your mouth followed by a large gulp of water. with a sigh of relief, you slipped under the covers again. you've been sick for the past 2 days with a fever and a runny nose, supposedly the common cold, but it's been kicking you in the butt. shivering, you pulled the blanket over your head as you slipped into deep sleep.

maki was worried. he was outside your apartment, but he was hesitant to enter. you haven't been answering his texts, and his calls were going to voicemail. he had a spare key to your place, but he's never been inside before. what if something happened to her, he thought to himself, his worries growing by the second.

he psyched himself up and put the key in the lock, but the door was already unlocked. adrenaline shot through maki's body as he kicked the door open, hoping it would startle whoever had broken in, but he was met with silence... and a soft snore? he looked to his left and found you, laying on the couch with tissues scattered around you.

crouching down, he placed his hand on your warm forehead, relieved that you were just sick at home. after calming himself, he tidied up the area and headed to the kitchen to prepare a comforting stew his mother had made for him multiple times. when he came back, he found you half-asleep with a cooling pad on your forehead.

kneeling beside you, he gently touched his forehead to yours and whispered, "hi, baby." you smiled in response, feeling grateful that your favorite person was there with you. 𖹭

[absnthee]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

relationship: Anton Lundell/Reader

rating: explicit

word count: 712

characters: Anton Lundell, Female Reader

additional Tags: Smut, Graphic Description of Sex, very brief tho, Breeding Kink, Unsafe Sex, Anton is a girl dad (future), Florida Panthers NHL Team

summary: Following a loss, Anton Lundell comes home to the shared apartment with his girlfriend.

[absnthee]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

rating: mature

relationships: Aleksander Barkov/Matthew Tkachuk

word count: 908

characters: Aleksander Barkov, Matthew Tkachuk, Niko Mikkola (mentioned)

Additional tags: Implied Sexual Content, Fluff, this was supposed to be a drabble but i kinda went bananas, Florida Panthers NHL Team

summary: Matthew asks Sasha if he can be his sugar baby and the whimsys that follow.

[bisousbucky]

Wanna Hear A Joke?

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: the sexual tension between you and Bucky is climbing higher each day, is today the day he breaks his limit?

Warnings: jokes, innuendos, flirting, teasing, language, implied sexy times

A/N: Here we are! I finally have a good reason and excuse to write for Bucky 🥰 this is for the @the-ss-horniest-book-club Archive Clean Up Challenge! Enjoy m'lovelies!

Words: 785

"What goes in hard and dry, but comes out soft and wet?" Bucky asks nonchalantly as he pours himself a large bowl of cereal, followed by half a bottle of milk, which you just know Tony is going to send you to the store to buy later.

You cock an eyebrow and shrug, spooning a mouthful of cereal into your mouth.

"Gum!" Bucky answers with a snort-laugh.

The tension between you and Bucky has rapidly gotten heated. What started off as playful jokes has turned into dirty mindful ones and there's only person to blame, Sam. That damn Sam taught this old grandpa how to use Google and now he uses it to search for corny jokes to impress girls you.

"That's fucking hilarious. What do you call a useless piece of skin on a penis?"

Bucky thinks for a hot moment, taking a mouthful of cereal before shrugging.

"A man."

"Ouch doll. You hurt my feelings. Makes me think you aimed that one at me." Bucky chuckles, standing up to put his bowl in the sink. You pushed your bowl away from you and rolled your tongue over your teeth.

"Well, if the shoe fits..." You smirk, pushing your stool backwards and leaving Bucky in the kitchen to wash the dishes.

You haven't laid your eyes on Bucky since breakfast. He wasn't at dinner and the remaining part of the afternoon you spent in your room reading and relaxing.

Around 7pm, you decided a workout might be a good idea to tire yourself out for tonight. Changing into your workout clothes, you leave your room and walk down the brightly lit hallway, making a stop in the kitchen first to grab a bottle of water and back into the elevator.

The gym was empty, thank goodness! You hated working out in front of everyone for some reason, though you were told millions of times nobody was paying attention to you.

You started by doing some stretches, reaching over, ass in the ass and the pads of your fingers touching your tippy toes. It was at that precise moment you heard the doors open and close. You hope it's just Sam or Steve, but nope...as soon as his voice was heard, you rolled your eyes.

Bucky chuckles from behind you, and you just know, you can feel him standing as close behind you as possible, probably imagining this position in a very graphic way.

"Say, doll! Do you wanna hear a joke about my cock?"

"Not really, Barnes. I'm kinda busy here."

"Nevermind, it's too long anyway." He laughs, stepping around you. His shoes come into your view, if only you had something to drop on them.

You stand straight, smirking when his eyes are fixated on your cleavage.

"Clever! Wanna hear a joke about my pussy?" You tease, stepping in front of him and grazing your finger over his bare chest. "Nevermind, you'll never get it." You retreat your hand and move away, only for him to wrap his larger one around your wrist and pull you back.

His eyes have darken and the sexual tension has reached its boiling point. You can feel the heat radiating off of him. The lust in his eyes showing you what he wants and what he wants is you, it's always been you.

"When are we gonna stop fucking around and actually get to the point of you being my girl so I can fuck you for real?" Bucky asks, his voice raspy and deep. Beads of sweat drip from his temples, his grip on your wrist has no plans on easing anytime soon.

"Was waiting for you to stop with your corny jokes. Seriously though, as hot as this is, I really need to work out otherwise I won't sleep tonight." You try a futile attempt to pull away once again, his grip tightens and he chuckles almost darkly.

"Who said you'll be sleeping tonight anyway?" Before he gives you a chance to respond with a snarky comment, his lips crash onto yours. His stubble scratching your chin and you moan into his mouth. You're so wrapped up in each others mouths that you fail to hear the doors open.

"Not in my gym!" Tony barks, breaking you apart almost instantly. "I've just wiped everything down!" He defends, ignoring the murderous glare from Bucky.

Bucky takes your hand in his and leads you out of the double doors, leaving behind the smirks, comments and money being exchanged.

All plans for a proper workout would need to be rescheduled for another day because something tells you in his fast pace to his room that you won't be leaving his room for at least a couple of days.