#arv’s daily Drabble

[arvandus]

Daily Drabble #1 - Inumaki x F!Sick!Reader

Inumaki realized it instantly when you didn't show up for training. He wasn't the only one.

"Where's y/n?" Yuuji asked.

"She's holed up in her dorm room, sick." Maki replied as she spun her weapon in her hand. Panda prepared his stance for her impending attack.

"Konbu..." Inumaki muttered. I see.

For the rest of the sparring period, Inumaki's thoughts kept returning back to you. Your absence bothered him more than he liked, thoughts of you diverting his attention from blocking Megumi's advances.

By the third knockdown, Megumi paused, holding back his Shikigami.

"You okay?" Megumi asked curiously with a cock of his head. "You seem more distracted than usual."

Inumaki nodded, confirming he was fine.

But Nobara narrowed her eyes and grinned. "Are you thinking about y/n?"

That stopped all the others from their sparring to stare at him, and Inumaki began to feel the heat creep up his neck and into his ears. He glared at Nobara.

"You worried about her?" Yuuji asked curiously.

"Sujiko." Inumaki replied, his tone flippant to dismiss their curiosity and where it would lead.

But Nobara wouldn't let it lie. She smirked and tilted her chin up. "You like her, don't you?"

Her words hit like her hammer, and Inumaki's eyes widened. He spun on her.

"Shut up."

Nobara instantly fell silent, her lips closing, and her expression went from shock to anger. She stomped her foot and shook her fist at him.

"Inumaki..." Maki scolded. "Let her go."

Panda chimed in. "Your reaction already gave you away, you know..."

Inumaki glared at him too, the threat of the same sparking in his lavender eyes. But he sighed and unzipped his collar.

"Release."

Immediately, Nobara found her voice. "You're so dead!"

Inumaki raised an eyebrow at her, opened his mouth as if to use his cursed speech again.

She jumped back to put distance between them, her posture defensive. But instead, Inumaki chuckled and stuck his tongue out at her. Then he turned around and left the training area.

"Hey!" Megumi and Nobara shouted in unison. "We're not done here! What??"

The two turned on each other and began bickering, as Inumaki walked away in the direction of the student dorms.

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You felt awful. Truly awful. Your head felt stuffed with cotton, your stuffed sinuses causing a headache. You'd already nearly gone through the entire box of tissues, your nose sore and red. Your throat hurt and the coughing was barely assisted by the bag of cough drops you had next to you.

You laid in bed, caught in the misery of mentally being awake enough to get up and do things, but physically too tired and sick to move. You swiped through your phone, boredom clawing at your spirit.

You startled slightly when you heard a gentle knock at your door. Confused, you stood up and answered.

Inumaki stood on the other side, and in an instant you wish he wasn't, embarrassment flooding you at your current state.

"Toge!" you exclaimed.

"Sujiko," he replied, his hand up in greeting.

"Wh...what are you doing here?" you asked as you closed your door a little more to try to hide the pile of dirty tissues overflowing from your trashcan, and the messy bed with sheets and blankets askew.

"Takana?" he asked, his eyes looking you over. The action made your heart beat a little faster, your skin growing hot.

"Oh, umm.. I'm doing okay," you replied.

He tilted his head and raised a knowing eyebrow at you.

"Okay, fine. I'm miserable," you confessed as you leaned tiredly against the door.

His eyes stared at you, and not for the first time, you wondered what he was thinking.

Inumaki pointed to his throat and then to yours.

"Oh, yeah... it sucks. Trust me, you don't want this." you replied.

Inumaki held a bottle out to you, and you stared at it, noticing it for the first time. The familiar label of cough medicine peeked between his fingers.

"Oh, is this for me?"

"Konbu," he replied.

"Th-thank you!" you stuttered. You gave a small laugh. "I guess you would know the best cough syrup, wouldn't you?"

Inumaki's mouth was covered by his uniform, but his eyes smiled at you in amusement. Then he looked at you again, and you shifted under his gaze.

"Takana?" he asked. Need anything else?

"Um, no... I think I'm okay for now. Just bored out of my mind."

Your cheek squished adorably against the edge of the door as you talked, and Inumaki stared. But then you mistook his distracted gaze as hesitancy, and straightened up, your hands waving in front of you.

"Not that I'm inviting you in, or anything... I don't want to give you my germs."

Inumaki's eyes widened slightly, as his mind instantly thought of one way you could give him your germs, and that familiar heat crept up his neck again threatening to expose him.

You must have realized how it sounded too, because suddenly you were wide-eyed and stumbling over your words, your eyes avoiding his.

"I mean, not that I'd, you know... it's just very contagious, that's all. And my room is a mess and..."

You felt a hand on your head, and looked up to see Inumaki grinning down at you, a laugh at the edge of his covered lips.

"Konbu," he replied softly.

You eased under his tone, your body releasing the nervous tension from a moment before. You stared at him for a long moment and he stared back as the laugh lines faded around his eyes.

His hand gently moved from the crown of your head to cup your cheek gently.

"Feel better," he said softly.

Instantly, the sinus pressure and congestion began to ease slightly, like a receding tide. Your eyes widened, and he smiled gently at you. His finger booped the tip of your nose playfully, and he looked past you into your room and gave a subtle upward tilt of his chin.

Get some rest.

Then he turned and walked away from you, leaving you dumfounded as you stood in your doorway watching him leave.

[arvandus]

Daily Drabble - Morning Tea

Barbatos x GN!Reader

Warning: NSFW implied but not explicit; established relationship

Barbatos doesn’t see himself as a demon who allows himself to be controlled by his passions. He’s old enough now to keep such things in check, locked away safe and sound where they can do no harm to those he cares for or to the precious timeline that promises stability and happiness.

But something shifts in him when he sees you in the morning light of the large moon, your hair tousled from sleep and his dark teal RAD shirt covering your body, secured by a few scant buttons. Nothing else graces your body. The soft curve of your butt peeks out from below the hemline, followed by the slopes of your legs, all the way down to the bare toes that curl and flex against the hard stone floor.

Possession awakes in his quiet veins, like the coming of spring. It still stuns him at its fierceness, its presence still novel after so many millennia of solitude.

Mine.

The single thought resonates like a tuning fork in his mind, absolute and synchronizing with every fiber of his being.

And you were his. In fact, he’s already had you many times over, yet each time is just as fulfilling as the last. Fulfilling in its passion, it’s satisfaction. And yet each time that need for you rekindles anew with the smallest laugh, the softest gasp, the gentlest kiss. In a way, he realized, he was never and could never be entirely satiated on you. He would never grow bored of you, or reduce your times together into one of monotony.

You’re standing at his small breakfast table that he has in his room, where the tea set sits. The water is always kept hot but never evaporates, and the satchel of tea leaves always stays fresh. You’re preparing a cup… no, make that two cups of tea.

Barbatos watches you from the warm comfort of his bed, a quiet smile upon his lips as his green eyes watch the way you add the sugar just the way he likes, stirs it back and forth without a clink just as he’d taught you. A dash of milk, and more gentle stirs.

He loves moments like these... little glimpses where your love shines through in the simple things, the minutiae, the details. All the small ways you think of him, love him. Because he does the same, your presence always a part of him, the thought of you and your happiness always in the back of his mind. It is why he loves to spoil you, to dote upon you at every opportunity.

Barbatos wasn't used to being taken care of. It had taken your persistence and him relinquishing some control over the more private parts of his life to allow himself to receive your love in the way you loved best. Now, as he watches you butter the scone, he is glad for it. Glad that he'd learned to make space for you, to step aside and let you into himself. After all, it was that allowance of vulnerability, that blossom of unbridled love, that makes your nights together so powerful, your kisses bringing him to life and his touch setting your your heart racing.

Not that such things need to be reserved for the nighttime only...

Barbatos carefully rises from his bed, as silently as possible so you don't notice.

He loves you. Completely, utterly, endlessly. And in a few seconds, he's going remind you of it, write it across every inch your skin with his mouth until he has you crying beneath him, so he can kiss the tears from your cheeks, taste their saltiness on his tongue.

After all, the tea never gets cold.

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Daily Drabble - Nails (Barbatos x GN!Reader)

No content warnings, just soft fluffiness 💕; reader has painted nails, but no gender-specific pronouns or physical body descriptors used.

Barbatos didn't often allow you into the grand kitchen at the Demon Lord's castle; occasionally you'd help put away the food he'd purchased that day, or allow you to assist in gathering the dinnerware after a meal. But you never cooked, and you never did the dishes. Such jobs were left to himself and the Little D's that he managed.

Except for today. With two of the Little D's sick and unable to work, it left the usually highly organized butler just a wee bit short-staffed. Tasks took longer, and time was even more precious than usual.

Which was why he didn't fight you when you offered to help with the after dinner clean up. He allowed you to wash the dishes while he handled putting away the dinner leftovers. Once that task was done, he began to assist you in drying the clean dishes, a towel in his gloved hands.

That was when he noticed it... the new color on your fingernails. He paused in his activity, his smile curling up slightly more than usual, transforming from professional to genuinely amused.

As your hand placed the chef's knife into the drip tray, his own hand caught yours, holding your fingers up for him to inspect.

"I see you have changed the color of your nails," he commented. He turned your fingers slightly for closer inspection, the purple lovely in the warm kitchen light. "An interesting choice..."

You froze instantly. Your eyes caught his and quickly looked away, back at the sink.

"Is it?" you said off-handedly as you pulled your fingers from his gentle grasp.

"Indeed. I wonder what inspired such a color choice," he teased as if you didn't both already know.

He watched as you struggled to suppress a smile. You grabbed the heavy pot off the counter and filled it with hot soapy water.

"I just liked it, is all..." you replied with a shrug. There was a pause, and then you added, "It was either that, or dark teal..."

Now it was Barbatos's turn to feel the heat on his skin. How bold of you...

You began to scrub at the pot, and he watched as your hands worked diligently against the caked on food. He gently removed his white gloves and covered your hand with his, halting your work. His touch was warm, the skin of his hand soft. You stared at the contact, at your matching nail polish on the tips of your fingers.

"Perhaps..." he said gently, "I should do the scrubbing."

Your eyes widened slightly as you looked at him. "Why?"

"You are assisting out of kindness. I would feel terrible if your newly decorated nails were to become ruined."

You froze, and for the longest moment the two of you stayed that way, your eyes locked.

Then you felt his other hand on the small of your back, his touch warm and gentle. "Please," he said.

He gently pulled you over where he stood as he passed behind you to take your place, his own hands taking the scrubbing tool from your loose fingers.

Now your positions were switched, and yet you were frozen in the past, reliving the past five seconds were you'd felt his breath against your hair, felt the brush of his body as he passed by you.

"Thank you," you finally said belatedly as you picked up the towel.

Barbatos didn't look at you as he began scrubbing the pot. But you watched the gentle smile return to his lips, a silent recognition of your gratitude.

You continued to work together quietly, although the peace of neutral friendliness and routine were long gone, replaced with something new, something... different. It made your pulse race, and made a smile blossom across your features, unable to be hidden under the warmth of Barbatos's attention.

Surprisingly, Barbatos was the one who broke the quiet. "It looks good on you."

You thought your smile couldn't get any wider, but you were wrong; your cheeks were hurting, every inch of your body feeling warm as you stared at him. Your joy escaped in the form of a small laugh. "Thank you, Barbatos."

He finally did look at you then, a flush appearing across his cheeks like skin warmed beneath the sunlight of your joy. He smiled in return, in a way you'd never seen him smile at you before, as if he wanted - no, needed - to release the happiness inside him, a happiness that you were responsible for.

"You're welcome."

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Daily Drabble #4 - Music (Inumaki x GN!Reader)

WARNINGS: SFW; fluffy fluff fluff; gender neutral (no pronouns used for Reader, no physical descriptions); however, use of "beautiful" and "pretty" are used to describe Reader's singing voice.

Inumaki loves to listen to you sing. The first time he'd heard you singing, it was on accident. You were sweeping the walkway of the school with headphones in your ears, oblivious to your surroundings. He had been relaxing on the other side of the large maple tree, reading a book, when he heard you humming soft and gentle.

He set his book down and listened, a small smile blossoming on his closed lips.

Quietly, your mouth started to form the words to the melody, subconsciously singing along to the song you were listening to.

The way it made his heart quicken...

You had a pretty voice. It washed over him like sunshine, warming him from the inside out.

You never noticed him there, behind the large tree and the shrubbery. But Inumaki quickly realized that you would sweep that particular area twice a week as part of the campus maintenance. So he always managed to find the time to settle against the tree, the book in his hand, yet never opened as he listened to you.

Sometimes, the song would be different. But most of the time, he realized you hummed and sang the same song over and over again. It must have been your favorite, your most recent musical obsession.

He quickly learned to love it too. He'd find himself humming it to himself in the privacy of his room, or when he was focused on his own chores.

Your song became his song too, even though he never showed himself, even though he never told you. After all, what could he possibly say? It went beyond the limitations of his cursed speech; the words were too powerful in their own right, giving away too much of what he felt for you. He didn't want you to know he was there; he didn't want you to know he was listening. He was always quiet, always careful, settling into his spot among the roots before you ever even arrived.

So it only shocked him more when you finally caught him.

"You know that song too?" you asked as you peeked around the tree at him, the broom in your hand.

Inumaki jumped, and he could feel the instant hot rush of embarrassment at being caught. He stared at you like a deer in headlights.

You laughed gentle at him. "I heard you humming when my earbud fell out on accident."

Inumaki blanched. He hadn't realized he'd joined in on your singing; he'd been so focused on the feelings you were stirring in him, his eyes glazing over as he stared at the clouds moving across the sky.

You cocked your head at him. "Were you listening in on me?"

Inumaki wanted the ground to open him up and swallow him whole. He waved his hands in front of him and shook his head, but you raised your eyebrow at him knowingly.

He scratched his cheek and looked away, then finally offered a shrug of surrender. He was caught. No sense in hiding it...

Now you seemed embarrassed. You finally noticed the unopened book in his lap, and you realize he may have been trying to read in peace.

"Sorry," you said. "I didn't realize I was so loud."

Inumaki looked back at you and blinked his long lashes. Then he pointed at his throat and pointed at you. Then he signed a single word, his fingers fanning out and curling in front of his face in a circular motion.

"Beautiful."

Your eyes widened and your body stiffened under his praise. Then you instantly began fumbling and fidgeting, your eyes looking anywhere else but him.

"Thanks," you muttered as you tried to suppress the small smile on your lips. "I promise you the song itself is better, though..."

Then you leaned your broom against the tree and sat down next to him. You took out an earbud and handed it to him. "Here," you offered.

Inumaki took it from your fingers and placed it in his ear. You settled in next to him, your shoulder rubbing against his. You pressed play on your phone, and the music drifted forth. Silently, you sat together, listening.

But it didn't take long before you were humming along again.

"Ooh, this line is my favorite," you said, and you quietly sang along with it.

Inumaki watched you next to him, your face inches from his, as he took in how the sunlight played on your irises, lighting them up. Your mouth pulled into a smile, your lips moving. But Inumaki, despite how many times he'd heard the melody, could barely hear the words. His heart was pounding too loudly in his chest, his body too alert to all the places you were touching as his skin hummed beneath the fabric.

You realized he was staring at you, and you glanced away as your words faltered.

"Sorry, I just really like it," you said quietly. "But it's okay if it's not your thing..."

You went to take the earbud from his ear, but his hand caught yours, stopping your motion.

"Konbu," he said softly.

His fingers twined with yours, his thumb gently stroking the softness of your hand, each motion making the fluttering in your chest grow. You stared down at the gesture, your lips slightly parted, as your fingers curled around his in response.

"Takana?" he asked with a tilt of his head.

You looked up in to his lavender eyes as a small smile began to spread on your lips. Silently, you settled back against him. You leaned your head against his shoulder, as you continued to hold hands.

The song changed to the next song on your playlist, and you hummed along with it as well, unabashed. The soft low tone of Inumaki's voice began to hum as well, and you chuckled.

"You know this one too?" you asked. "how long have you been listening to me make a fool of myself??"

Inumaki's humming devolved into a low chuckle and he gave your hand a squeeze. He held up his free hand with two fingers up. You stared at it.

"Two days?"

He shook his head.

"Two weeks??"

"Ikura," he replied.

"Oh God..." you muttered and buried your face into his shoulder, embarrassed.

Inumaki gave your hand another soft squeeze and bobbed his shoulder up to get you to look up at him. When you did, you realized that he'd unzipped his uniform to show his mouth.

"Don't hide," he whispered.

His voice was barely audible, the words whispered, and it lessened the impact of his cursed speech to a gentle trickle. You felt it wash over you, easing your nerves, but it wasn't enough force your compliance. Still, you let the magic work within you, welcoming it just so you could enjoy this moment a little more.

With your anxiety muted, it was easier to feel brave. And it was easier to plainly see the entire series of events that led up to this moment - this one precious, private moment - for what it was.

After all, why else would he have secretly listened to you for two weeks straight? Why else would he be holding your hand right now?

And why else would his gaze be flitting between your eyes and your lips as if there was more that he wanted to do, communicate something bigger than his limited speech would allow?

The words fell from your mouth first; not lulled by his cursed speech, but because you wanted to say it, because every fiber in your being told you that now was the right time.

"Toge... I like you," you whispered.

You watched how the marks at the corners of his mouth shifted and moved as his lips curled into a gentle smile. Toge cupped your cheek with his hand. His touch tender, as if he still wasn't entirely sure he had your permission to allow such intimacy despite your confession. Your music still played in your ears, a private soundtrack just for the two of you, and you leaned your cheek into his hand a little more, allowing the warmth of his fingers to chase away the chill against your skin.

He leaned forward and captured your lips gently, his lips warm and smooth against yours. You felt a moment of weightlessness, the kiss surreal. You kissed him back, your hand resting against his chest to feel the heartbeat beneath it, while your own somersaulted beneath your ribs.

When he pulled away, his voice was once again feather soft, gentle like the smallest secret.

"I like you too."

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Daily Drabble #2 - Gojo x F!Reader

Warnings: F!Reader, light fingering, Gojo being a menace as usual, sort of hate sex vibes (but no sex in this one folks, it's just a drabble. Sorry!)

Gojo stared down at you despite his blindfold, his lips curled into a smirk.

"You mad at me?" he cooed.

"Gee, what gave you that fucking idea?" you seethed.

Gojo inched closer to you, leaning into your personal space. You backed up instinctually, your back hitting hard against the wall.

"What are you doing??" you demanded.

Gojo pushed up his blindfold and gently tilted your chin up with a crook of his finger. "Hmm... checkin' somethin'."

Your eyes narrowed, but your pulse fluttered. It always did when he touched you, and he liked to touch you often. He knew what it did to you, he enjoyed the way it pulled at all of your loose strings, unraveling you.

You batted his hand away.

"Don't you start that," you warned. "Don't think you can get out of this."

Gojo laughed, light and airy as your anger bounced off of the protective shield of his arrogance. "Get out of it? What makes you think I want that?" he leaned closer to you until his nose brushed at your forehead, his voice dropping. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

His long arms framed you against the wall, caging you, and already you could feel the heat in your veins, your body coming alive for him. You didn't want it to, the anger still simmering in your veins, but it was as if you were pavloved to him now.

You tried to push at his chest, but he didn't budge. "You're seriously sick, you know that?"

Gojo's grin only widened.

"Satoru, I'm serious. I'm too fucking pissed for this."

"Hmm..." he hummed as his lips brushed from your forehead to your temple. "y'know what I think? I think you're lyin'."

You choked out a scoffed sound, your hands pressing against him again. Again, he didn't budge. "You're delusional, Satoru."

"Am I?" he chuckled.

Gojo bullied his leg between yours, spreading your knees apart, and despite your better judgment, you didn't fight it.

"Let's ask her, shall we?" he breathed.

Your heart froze in your chest, your eyes widened. Your hands automatically stopped pushing and slid to grip Gojo's expensive cotton shirt at his sides in anticipation. Instantly, you realized the action already betrayed you.

With his lips at your temple and his nose in your hair, Gojo slid his hand beneath the hemline of your pants. He pulled away just enough to watch his hand vanish beneath your clothes. His long fingers found you, stroking against the wet cotton of your panties.

"Hm, what do you think?" he muttered. "Is she mad at me?"

You realized he wasn't talking to you. He was talking to your pussy, his sky blue orbs hidden beneath his white lashes as he looked down at where his hand was buried.

His long, skilled fingers slipped past the barrier of your panties.

He tsked and tutted as he soaked his fingers into your wet heat, drawing slow circles within your folds and teasing at your entrance. Your breath hitched in your throat, your hands shifting to grip needily at his strong shoulders.

Gojo's eyes flicked back up to you. He was so close you could feel his warm breath on your lips, could feel his nose brush yours. You were trapped, locked in the sky blue of his eyes, and in that moment, every part of you was exposed to him. Every desire, every need, every ache. Your began to pant, your breaths feeling heavier, weighed down by the gravity of his proximity, rooted to him by his touch.

"She says you're a liar," he said, his tone low and dripping. "And you know what happens to liars..."

You tried to keep your defiance, but your voice came out in a squeak. "What?"

Gojo grinned against your lips. "They get punished."

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Daily Drabble #3 - Astrology w/ Nanami x GN!Reader

Content: GN reader (no sex-specific body parts described, no 3rd person pronouns used), but descriptive use of "beautiful" is used, and reader has hair long enough to cover their neck. Fluff. Just pure fluff. Okay, just kidding. A lil' hint of spice at the end, as a treat. Let this man have some happiness, please...

----------- Your voice behind Nanami's shoulder grabbed his attention from his morning newspaper. "Kento..." "Hm?" he replied as he glanced at you.

You came up to his side and leaned your elbows on the table next to where he sat, your eyes on your phone.

"What time were you born?" you asked.

Nanami blinked at you, confused. "3:04pm, February 20th."

You giggled. "I know your birthday silly, I just needed the time. You were born in Tokyo, right?"

"Yes," he replied, his eyes narrowing.

"And were you born in the Chiba prefecture?"

"Saitama prefecture, actually," he corrected. He set down his newspaper, knowing he wouldn't be returning to it any time soon. "What's this about?"

You smiled. "I'm doing an astrology matchup based on our information."

"Why?"

"To see if we're soul mates!" you replied. You bumped your hip against him playfully, and his hand found its place on the back of your thighs as you typed away. Nanami stared at you, his eyes captivated by your beauty, his thumb absently drawing small circles against your leg.

He loved you. And he loved little moments like this, innocent conversations and interactions that were so mundane and silly, that he could forget he was a sorcerer for just a little while. He wanted to lean into it, allow himself to play house with you just a little longer, and forget about the world outside. He pulled you gently into his lap and wrapped his arms around you, his chin resting against your shoulder as he peered at your phone with you.

Nanami doesn't believe in astrology, but he enjoys indulging you, just to see how your face lights up. "Well...?" he asked. "What does it say?"

Your smile grew and you beamed at him. "It says we're a perfect match."

His arms tightened around your waist and he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

"Did you ever doubt it?" he asked.

He gently moved your hair away from your neck and planted another kiss to your soft skin just below your ear. Goosebumps erupted down your arms and you shivered against him. Nanami grinned against your skin.

"No," you replied with a smirk, "It's just fun to do."

"Hm..." he hummed thoughtfully.

Nanami's hands began to wander, caressing your waist, your hips, your thighs. Then his hand gently took your phone from your hand and placed it face down on the table.

"I can think of more fun things to do than astrology, my dear..."