#drabble writing

[rottindecay]

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄(𝐒)!

Characters: Gojo, Nanami, Itadori, Megumi ♡

🪦 . . 𝐙𖤐𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄 ’s 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 (1): im so into JJK rn holy fuck.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎⊹₊ ⋆

🪦 . . I feel like we all can agree that Gojos’ love language would totally be GIFT GIVING.

⭑ When he’s out and about and walking by stores, he would peak through those big windows these shops have at the front of their establishment to try to lure potential buyers in, Gojo would lay his eyes on something that reminds him of you. Something you wanted or needed. Or seeing you looking at a certain item in a store for a little longer than all the other items in the building.

He would smile to himself, Imagining you looking inside the bag and seeing what new thing he has gotten you, to spoil you rotten.

He dosent give a shit about the money, he has enough of that. But he will never, i mean never, get enough of seeing your face once you open his new present to you.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈⊹₊ ⋆

🪦 . . When it comes to Nanami, i feel like his love language would be ACTS OF SERVICES.

⭑ Just Imagine, youre already stressed out of your mind from all the projects you have to do for work, the cleaning, or something along those lines. Point is, you are stressed.

Nanami would notice this and his heart would sadden, seeing you all worked up. So gradually he would snoop around and find your planner and notice how full it was of stuff you needed to do. An idea would come to his mind, what if he did some of these things? You know, just to make your life a little easier.

You were at work, doing whatever you needed to do over there as Nanami stayed home. You thought he would teach more students at Jujutsu High like what he normally does. But he had other plans. When you walked back in to your shared house, smiling fondly to yourself as you saw all the rooms cleaned up. You were going to thank him later, right now you have to focus on all the other stuff you need to do. After a bit of searching you finally found you planner on your desk like where it always is. Once you opened it you saw all the stuff you needed to do was crossed out with a bright red line.

Once Nanami came home you questioned him about it and he nonchalantly told you that he finished it for you because he saw how stressed you were and thought you needed some help.

𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈⊹₊ ⋆

🪦 . . i definitely see his love language being QUALITY TIME.

⭑ you guys could be doing anything, and he would still cherish the time he’s spending with you. It could be shopping, watching movies, trying cook meals together..

As i said, anything.

Anytime Itadori finds a place that seems like you two would enjoy going together, say the carnival for example. He would go to text you, sounding excited to see if you would go with him. Once you say yes Itadori immediately gets ecstatic that you agreed we to go with him!

Once you two arrive you guys go on various rides, eating some of the food they had over there and even playing those stupid rigged games they have at the carnival and Itadori is enjoying every single second he’s spending with you.

..okay maybe not when he lost to those carnival games because then you would have to console him saying that he did a great job, it’s the games that are rigged

But other than that, he absolutely loves to spend every minute of his day with you!

𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈⊹₊ ⋆

🪦 . . I have a gut feeling his love language would totally be PHYSICAL TOUCH.

⭑ No matter where you guys are, he absolutely loves to hold your hand anywhere you guys go. Same with having his pinky finger interlocked with yours, or his arm snaked around you waist. He just wants to be touching you.

But when you guys are alone, one of the main things he’s obsessed with is cuddling you.

Let’s say you’re laying down comfy as ever on your bed once you see Megumi walk in through the door. He looks tired, you could visibly see the eye bags under his eyes. You greeted him softly, a smile on your lips but he didn’t respond. He just continued to drag his feet, making his way to you before crawling onto the bed and immediately spooning you. You let out a small giggle before wrapping your arms around him, asking him if he was tired which he only groaned to before pulling you as close as he could to his chest with his chin placed on top of your head. And with that, Megumi is out like a light, sleeping soundly with him cuddling you.

#deadspiders23 #jjk #jjk writing #gojo x Reader #Nanami x Reader #Itadori x Reader #Megumi x Reader #gojo #Nanami #Itadori #Megumi #jujutsu kaisen #love langauges #jjk characters #jjk characters x Reader #gojo x you #Nanami x you #Itadori x you #Megumi x you #Drabble writing #zombie #Z #in love #lovers #gojo satoru #gojo saturo #nanami kento #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro

[piscespetals]

I always wonder what it's like to have a drink with Sevika...

╰┈➤ To experience a night of typical adult fun, amongst the crowd of a low-lit bar; the air buzzing with Friday evening excitement.

╰┈➤ Maybe you've been friends for a while, introduced by a coworker, but this is the first time that the both of you have agreed to actually meet somewhere.

╰┈➤ To be honest, I imagine that it's easy to spot her the very minute that you walk into the bar.

╰┈➤ She pretty much looks the same as she usually does. The only difference is the black leather jacket that now hugs every curve of her bicep muscle. Her shoulder broadens as she rests her hip against the counter, head hung low and back facing you.

╰┈➤ You exhale shakily at the thought of spending the evening with such a gorgeous person (because honestly who wouldn't?), trying to shove down your nerves for the sake of your own dignity. The last thing you need is another hour of embarrassing yourself in front of her.

╰┈➤ "Hey."

╰┈➤ She turns around at your greeting, eyebrows quirking up expectantly. "I was worried you weren't going to show for a sec."

╰┈➤ "Oh," You chuckle stupidly, shifting your weight. Gods, beautiful people really did make you feel dumb. "Well, I'm here."

╰┈➤ That when Sevika's lip twitches slightly upwards. Her gaze lazily darts to the way that you drum your fingers across your thigh. Your cease your fidgeting immediately, flattening your palm against the material.

╰┈➤ “I see." She murmurs, eyes dancing with a humor that you've grown to admire. Then, she reaches over to the chair beside her, which just so happen to be in front of you, and pulls it out so that you can sit. Your stomach stirs at the action. It's small but speaks volumes. Sevika isn't the type to pull out a chair for just anyone. Biting back a smile, you take a seat.

╰┈➤ "What are you drinking?" She asks.

╰┈➤ You find the courage to glance at her more closely now. She rests almost all of her weight on her right elbow, merely inches away from you. She uses her left hand to gesture to the menu on the tabletop. "There's food too."

╰┈➤ "Good because I'm starving." You find yourself muttering.

╰┈➤ She points to your side of the menu, shoulder bumping into yours, once again, while doing so. You struggle to ignore the tingling sensation it causes. "This burger is good. And their fries."

╰┈➤ You notice that she's pointing to a vegetarian burger on the menu. You've mentioned your vegetarian diet to Sevika once before. But it was so brief that you never thought she'd remember it.

╰┈➤ Her jacket brushes ever so slightly against your arm when she retracts her finger from the menu; her delicious scent of cologne swarming the air and causing your toes curl.

╰┈➤ The lowlights in the building highlight the silver grey shade of her eyes. And every time she blinks, her long lashes manage to brush against the sharp edge of her cheekbones. In that moment, you want to feel all of the hard edges that she has.

╰┈➤ That desire dims just enough for you to hear her call your name. Her brows are furrowing as she glances up from the menu to meet your pressing gaze.

╰┈➤ You blink out of your thoughts, squirming at the pull resonating deep in your gut from being caught.

╰┈➤ "Everything okay?" Sevika asks, a ghost of a smile resting on her lips.

╰┈➤ "Sorry." Your apology is barely loud enough for her hear. "It's just...uh, you have nice cheekbones."

╰┈➤ You feel compelled to admit this before you can even filter through your thoughts completely. That lodge in your throat won't go away and you can't seem to catch your breath even minutes after sitting down. The only plausible thought that is able to run through your head is how fucking breathtaking she is.

╰┈➤ An expression of surprise fills her features. Sevika's forehead unwrinkles, full lips parting while she puffs out a weird mixture of a light chuckle and exhale.

╰┈➤ "But yeah..." You shake your head, trying to clear the brain fog. "I'm good."

╰┈➤ Her eyes brighten with amusement. Then she chuckles again—this time with more feeling.

╰┈➤ You allow your attention to narrow in on her lips; those lips... Then it lingers on the laugh lines that accompany her cheeky smile.

╰┈➤ "You like me." She whispers, a teasing lilt to her voice.

╰┈➤ Oh god.

╰┈➤ You don't allow yourself to focus on the accusation too much; you can't afford to ruin the mood by overanalyzing the hint of seriousness laced behind those words. Not tonight.

╰┈➤ Instead, an unattractive snort comes out. Then you're turning away from her, heart hammering as you force yourself to read the menu. "I'll try the burger you mentioned."

#lesbian #arcane #arcane women #fanfic #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika x y/n #sevika x you #fluff #arcane netflix #friends to eventual lovers #drabble writing #arcane au #au writing #piscespetals writing

[prismuffin]

One-shot or drabble of Barry Allen (The flash) dating a male forensic psychologist?

Barry is a forensic scientist, so I just think it would cute for two dorks being together.

-🦊

A/n: GRAH I LOVE FORENSICS- THATS THE FIELD IM AIMING FOR SO THIS REQUEST>>>>

No cause you both are adorable little geeks -- I'm gonna write this like it's an ask ok? So-

Barry Allen with a male!forensic psychologist!reader (drabble)

!-!more under the cut!-!

Barry walked around the office with a smile on his face as he searched for you, knowing you'd probably be in one of the many small briefing rooms. His hunch was correct as he noticed your familiar form hunched over the table with files scattered around. The door was open, but he knocked on it anyway before entering, noticing how your head immediately snapped in the direction of the noise. Your tired eyes lit up as you recognized his face, "Hey baby." Barry's smile widened at the sound of the familiar nickname. "Hey, I brought you some tea." He walked closer to you, placing the cup on the table while being mindful of the mound of papers that were scattered about. You turned in your office chair watching as he took place in between your legs. Leaning down, he cupped your face in his hand and pecked your lips before caressing your skin. "How's my handsome man doing?" He asked and you sighed, leaning into his hand as you collected your thoughts. "This case, it's pretty..heavy..." You frowned and Barry mimicked your expression. "I know, that's why I came to check up on you." Though it was pretty unprofessional, he sat down in your lap, turning his body so that he could still face you. Now both hands caressed your face, smoothing your frown out a bit. You gave him a pity smile, "sorry, family annihilator cases are always kind of hard for me." Your smile grew at the peck that was placed on your temple. "It's ok babe- they can get pretty graphic and that's why I have to check up on you sometimes and make sure you're ok." You let out a nose laugh, looking in Barry's eyes you grabbed one of his hands from off of your face, pressing a sweet kiss to it. "Thank you," "ahh it's nothing".

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(I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END THIS JJNSKFSFLS)

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[abiiors]

Lemsip

Alex Turner Drabble

‘You’re so stubborn!’ you huff as you wrestle (yes, wrestle) him onto the settee. 

‘I’m not taking Lemsip,’ he croaks. ‘It’s so disgusting and viscous and eughhh.’ The disdain in his voice is palpable. You even see his face go green for a second. 

‘Eloquent, babe,’ you try to tease but he’s not going to budge. ‘Alex! It’s medicine.’

‘It’s vile,’ he declares.

‘Fine, then don’t come crying to me when you’re not better in time for the next show.’

‘I can’t believe you're being mean to me when I’m so deathly ill,’ he narrows his eyes.

You narrow yours back at him. ‘You have a cold.’

‘The BUBONIC PLAGUE!’ he declares. 

It’s getting harder to keep the annoyed expression on your face. 

‘My my is that a white light coming towards me?’ he continues, even clutches at his chest for good measure. 

You know your facade is about to crack any moment. 

‘Fuck, my life…I see it flashing…in front of me eyes…’ he even does the exaggerated pauses. Such a drama queen, your boyfriend!

You finally crack and throw a pillow at him while trying not to giggle. 

‘Take the lemsip, please,’ you try puppy eyes. After all, you just want him to feel better. 

His puppy eyes are, of course, so much better. 

You know it. 

He knows it. 

And he doesn’t shy away from using them when he wants something. Or in this case, doesn't want something. 

‘You’re so stubborn,’ you sigh and shake your head at him. 

He knows you’ve accepted the defeat. His shit-eating grin is proof enough. 

#just a drabble #alex turner x reader #alex turner imagine #alex turner drabble #arctic monkeys #matt helders #nick omalley #jamie cook #alex turner x you #drabble writing #writeblr #fanfic

[onboardsorasora]

massaging or sitting in the others lap!

Sorry I took forever with this Anonstie, I wanted to do both but couldn't think of the right scenario. But we got there and I hope you like it!!

They were in the wilderness, awake early and posted up on the hunting stand in the middle of a clearing right before sunrise. Daniel was so tired, he blearily noted the majestic rising of the sun behind the mountain range to their right? Left? It didn’t matter

It was early, ass crack o'clock to be exact and Max looked too bright eyed and bushy tailed for someone who had gotten even less sleep than Daniel himself received.

They had arrived last night at the house– it was a little more than a cabin but just not as rustic. It had been in the family for years now and had been updated when Max and Victoria were kids. Daniel was always thankful for the indoor plumbing and recent addition of wifi. Max's dad, Jos, had prepped the place for them, knowing that Max would make the pilgrimage into the wilds for his birthday no matter what. It was tradition he would say.

Max had told him many times about how much fun it had been growing up and the weekend trips they would take up the mountain since his birthday was in the peak of bird hunting season. And of course, Victoria continued the tradition with Lio and Luka. 

Daniel…well he didn’t hate hunting, but he thought it was a lot of effort when they could wake up later in the same cabin and go hiking to a spot in the hills at a more reasonable time.

The first flight of birds leaving their nests for food had already passed, Max had had a stellar shoot, they would have a fine lunch. Maybe dinner. Then he passed the shotgun to Daniel and (once again) taught him how to hold it and aim. 

They did this every year, and every year as soon as they went back home, Daniel forgot how to shoot. Not only was it just not his sport, he simply looked forward to the massage he got from Max afterwards. So he liked his boyfriend’s hands on him, sue him.

While Vic took the boys down to the nearby stream, Max sat on a wooden bench and pulled Daniel to sit on his lap. Daniel leaned into him, clutching Max’s arms that wrapped around his camo clad belly.

“Fine shootn’ today Maxy Max.” Daniel tried to use a Texan accent when they went hunting. It started as a joke and the boys absolutely loved it.

Max smiled a crinkly faced smile, he also got a kick out of it. “Of course, I have been shooting since I was Luka’s age.” 

“A fine cowboy you’d make.”

Max snorted, “always, you are silly Daniel. But yes, I can provide for my family out in the wilderness.” Max rolled his eyes obnoxiously.

“Well you know what they say, save a horse…” Daniel grinned and turned so he was sitting across Max’s legs. He threw his arms around Max’s shoulders, wincing slightly as he did, he truly never got used to the kickback of the old shotgun Max used.

“Are you sore?” Max sprung into action, pressing his thumbs softly into the tender tissue much to Daniel’s relief. “You didn’t cup it close enough, you always forget I think.” Max murmured, his focus honed in on making sure Daniel was ok.

“I’ll cup you close enough.” Daniel teased in reply, grinning at Max’s snort.

“You are doing it on purpose, maybe. Of course you don’t have to hurt yourself to get a massage, Love, I’ll gladly give you one when we get home.”

Daniel kissed Max’s forehead, brushing his hair back with his nose. “I’ll hold you to it since you insist on using that ancient thing.”

He laughed loudly at Max’s squawk of outrage, pleased when his boyfriend launched into the very familiar– and yearly– ‘rant’ about how his gun wasn’t old and he didn’t need to buy a new one and if Daniel would just listen and practice the kick wouldn’t hurt him.

Traditions indeed.

#writing prompts #answered #anon #anonymous #max/daniel #maxiel #drabble writing #hunting season #maybe country boy max? #idk

[rushin-safire]

First drabble and I already have 75+ hits <3 Glad you all like it

#my musings #drabble writing #people like it : D

[aheroinasuit]

Do you remember the emoji drabble ask game?

🥰 Saying ‘I love you’ without saying it

Canon compliant.

Harold knows of love. He once, after Nathan’s death, hoped he didn’t. Giving away Grace and the life with her broke him in ways the bomb didn’t. Then Harold pulled John into his life, with John kicking and screaming and with him came everyone else. And love. A friend’s love. A brother’s love.  John may never have known he was loved in return. John and the Machine worked together to save Harold. John’s final triumphal smile. A sacrifice. Of love.  Harold kneels down in front of the grave, sets the gerbera daisies on top.  A tear rolls down his cheek.

#I was a bit bored #TW: canon character death #drabble writing #100 words #yes i can indeed write 100 word drabbles

[anxious-m3ss]

I’ve been so busy with work but am slowly getting back to my Dramione month drabbles.

This one is a bit late, and it is a double entry - does that count as cheating?

#m3ss writes fanfiction #drabble writing #drabbles #drabbles for dramione month #dramione month #dramione drabble #draco malfoy x hermione granger #hermione x draco

[reddit-user-hotbox420]

Fuck I’m in writers block hell so if I were to hypothetically post a google photo album full link of whump/fluff shit would you guys hypothetically make drabble requests? Critical Role obviously, but still. I’d pick the characters probably but still

#critical role #writing #writing prompts #drabble #drabble writing #writing requests #whump #fluff #fluff prompts #whump prompts

[renegade--soul498]

Bittersweet Homecoming

Opening old wounds that one had buried and forgotten can hurt more that the ones that recently healed. Coming home and meeting an old friend was never supposed to be this bittersweet.

Mélie & Amicia. Post Requiem Epilogue.

This drabble was written in about 20 minutes while I was in a writer's block for another fic I should probably be writing in. I am not proud but I'm not sorry. Enjoy!

Fallen leaves crunch beneath boots that carry a soft march with them. It's a pace one takes while wandering, while feeling nostalgic, while admiring the surroundings. The forest ends at the sight of civilization, though abandoned and left to rot: a city that burned down, that couldn't be saved, the memories that once were warm are now painful to see up close. Amicia thinks it was a bad idea to go back.

Unbeknownst to the last de Rune, the last spark of life left in the God forsaken city is one that is trapped in by a collar– one that she didn't think she'd see again. The felon is barely breathing, afflicted by the Bite. It is embarrassing to not be caught for years but the one thing that kills her is a goddamn illness. Her mind's drifting but her senses still keep her aware, though one would think it is her mind playing tricks on her but she knows better when she recognizes the silhouette of a girl approaching.

She closes her eyes and smiles sadly. One's in relief and joy, because at least she got to see her again. Two in nostalgia and sorrow, because this may be the last time they see each other and she would've liked to see her while in a better state, physically and mentally, instead. Mélie doesn't try to speak, she knows her throat is dry and the effort may only get her closer to her demise. She just opens her eyes to regard the former noble. Amicia had changed a lot, Hugo's not with her, her clothes make her look more like a warrior than the princess she used to remember, her hair is short– shorter than she had seen a woman sport ever, and fuck everything and her miscalled sin, she looks regal even with all the dust and dirt on her. Mélie then wishes she hadn't left.

Amicia recognizes the blue eyes amongst the ashes and the scarred skin. The mischief is gone, the playfulness is gone, the voice that carried so much irony and sarcasm doesn't come and fill her ears, the banter doesn't happen; and so she just mourns in advance of what could have been. She walks over but notices that Mélie tries to move back, slowly and painfully in vain, as if not wanting her to come closer at all. She noticed the signs of the Bite while approaching but it didn't stop her, it hasn't stopped even after two years of his death.

Mélie tries to look up and meet her gaze, but the collar makes the action difficult. So carefully tiptoeing around to find the chains, she brandishes her sling and frees her old friend without touching her at all. The thief can barely stand but Amicia can't do anything but watch, feeling her chest tighten at the sight, unable to do anything – once again. She had already resigned herself to these situations. Every single friend and companion she had, died in front of her or in her arms. It didn't make it any easier though.

Amicia then wishes she had insisted a bit more.

#a plague tale #a plague tale requiem #amicia de rune #melie apt #melie the thief #a plague tale melie #melie a plague tale #apt melie #drabble #short fiction #a plague tale fanfic #a plague tale fic #apt fanfic #apt fic #aptr #a plague tale: requiem #angst #fanfic writing #drabble writing #second time that i write like this spontaneously and boom confidence hits

[callingsergeantbarnes]

Drabble Tuesday

Hello my lovely peeps 💖

I am going to be trying something a little bit different for myself and take requests for Drabble Tuesday.

With the idea of your lovely selves sending me an idea and character and I will write a short drabble with my interpretation. The idea will be to keep each piece under 1k (with the hopes of being a lot less).

I can’t promise I will get to them all straight away but I will do my best to post them on the following Tuesday depending on how many I get - or spread them out across Tuesdays if I get loads. I will also be posting any drabbles I have written for myself as well.

Some days I will provide lists of prompts for you to pick from but I am more than happy for you to provide your own idea/scenario as well. 

I do have another possible day I am thinking of doing in the week - which will be  more geared towards smut drabbles - I can’t quite decide at the moment on the day and whether it will be Thirsty Thursdays or Filthy Fridays.🤔🤔 But we will try with just one day of drabbles this week and go from there. 

As always if you are under 18 please do not engage or send in a request - my blog is for 18+

The Characters I am always happy to write for are:- 

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Natasha Romanoff

Steve Rogers

Thor

Loki

Non-Marvel characters

Nick Fowler

I will absolutely Not write for Peter Parker. Other characters will depend on whether I feel I can do them justice or not.

Below are the lists of prompts I have shared as of 24/05/2022 - feel free to pick from any of the lists, or send in your own. Just let me know which list you are choosing from before the prompt. 

1 - Here

2 - Here

3 - Here

4 - Here

5. - Here

#Drabble Tuesday #Drabble Writing #Asks are open #Katie Writes

[naoko-world]

When you search a word for a drabble you're writing, try thinking about the word in your language so you could then remember how you say it in english... Realising you found the english word instead.

Like:

"Sh... Wait in french we would say..."

"Empty! Yes and in eng... Wait it's the english word... Wait what's the french word then?"

#writing life #drabble writing #language is weird #language is hard #language is fun

[fmhobeus]

so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*

a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick 😮‍💨 so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!

nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.

nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.

nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.

nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?

nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.

nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (

nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.

choso: yeah i can do wednesday. choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.

nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?

nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.

nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.

"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."

uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.

"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.

nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.

nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.

nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.

nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.

nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)

nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.

"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."

oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.

you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.

"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?" "no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way" "i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.

fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.

he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.

nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)

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[suguann]

Possessive!Gojo who makes you wear his jersey when you go to parties at his fraternity after games, openly admiring the way you dwarf inside his clothes. He leans forward on the edge of the bed to get a better look, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes raking over every inch of you from head to toe. 

"Toru, it's too big," you pout, checking out your reflection in the floor-length mirror on his closet door. “I look silly.”

The tent growing in his sweats says otherwise—all the blood in his body rushing from one head to the other just from seeing two things that are his coexisting—and he gives you another once-over, thinking of several ways to describe you, silly not being one of them.

"You’re so pretty, baby.” He swears he’s a little drunk from the sight of you, but he means it.

Possessive!Gojo who pushes you up against the door inside the locker room before a game—slightly jealous from the guys looking at you as they filed out into the hall, and equally turned on because he knows they can’t have you—telling you he can't play with a hard-on before he's pressing into you from behind.

He can feel your tummy quivering under his hand where he holds you close, feels how his cock is carving its way inside of you, and you both moan when he presses down lightly. It makes him dizzy how tight and small you are; pulsing, wet, and swollen-soft velvet that gives every time he buries himself into you.

"You gonna hold all of my cum in this cute cunt until after the game, y-yeah?" he sucks the question into your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll lick it out of you afterward. Just keep it warm for me, ’kay?”

You answer him with a high-pitched whine as you clench down hard around him, cumming with a muffled scream against his palm and nearly pushing him out of your warm, fluttering heat.

Possessive!Gojo makes sure to stuff his cum back into your drooling cunt with two thick fingers, curling them into your front wall to pull another soft orgasm out of you—just a little more, ah, there you go, always so good for me—before he helps you fix your panties to trap it there.

His arms wrap around you before he presses a tender kiss to your temple. “Don’t forget to cheer for me.”

Possessive!Gojo whose smirk from watching you squirm in the stands, melts into a glare when a guy takes the empty seat beside you, sitting almost too close for his liking.

“Stop staring at your girlfriend and hit the fucking puck already,” Sukuna grumbles, leaning against his stick.

Possessive!Gojo who makes sure to fuck you in the backseat of his car afterward with the windows cracked in hopes that the guy from the stands would walk by to you moaning Gojo’s name, and he eats you out just like he promised—bending you over the center console, smiling to himself at how shy and squirmy you get—only to fill you up again.

Possessive!Gojo who pouts whenever Nanami manages to steal your attention with something sciency and nerdy (something entirely up your alley) whenever you come over on weeknights. 

“That’s so neat, Nanami,” you smile, hearts practically in your eyes as you listen to him talk about his latest research. “Maybe I can stop by the lab and check it out sometime.”

Possessive!Gojo who doesn’t miss the way Nanami’s ears turn a shade of red from your praise—color high in his cheeks—how he gives a sheepish smile whenever you talk to him.

“Toru,” you say, finally bringing your soft, pretty gaze on him again. “Are you even studying?”

Yeah, he is, but something else entirely, he thinks as he watches how your shorts hug your ass while you walk around the house’s common room—and he’s not the only one staring.

Possessive!Gojo who slaps your thigh, making you jolt in his lap. "Did I tell you to stop, huh, baby?"

You shake your head, biting your lip and avoiding the pair of eyes watching both of you (intently) from across the room—especially you—a quiet observer as you slowly sink onto your boyfriend’s cock while Nanami thrusts his own into his fist. 

"Ah, fuck—b-but–"

Your words break off into a choked moan when Gojo thrusts his hips up underneath you, pressed as deep inside as he can get, and when he looks down, he swears he can see the imprint of himself pressing against your stomach. 

"Tell me what I said,” he says through gritted teeth as he starts bouncing you, the couch continuing its steady squeaking under your knees.

Possessive!Gojo who can tell that it's hard for you to concentrate with the way his cock moves inside you, and you’re unable to answer with anything other than babbling nonsense. He decides to take mercy on you and stops to grind you in his lap instead.

He kisses your cheek, your neck, anywhere he can get his mouth on. "I said, don't stop until you cum, and you’re going to let Nanami see how fucking pretty you look when you do."

The next sound out of your mouth is a squeal when he holds your inner thighs to keep you open as he thrusts up into you again and again—letting Nanami see what can never be his.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “So good for me. Go on, show him how my good girl takes cock.”

Possessive!Gojo who locks eyes with Nanami just as he’s about to cum, burying his groans of pleasure into your neck as white-hot sparks shudder up his spine and heat pools in his gut.

Mine, he tries to say, but Gojo thinks his frat brother gets it when Gojo’s the one cumming inside you and Nanami’s spilling all over his fist.

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[dragon-ascent]

Imagine teasing Zhongli in his tiny dragon form...and it backfires.

"My daaaarling!" You smooch the bajeezums out of your husband, who is currently small, fluffy, and chonky for your cuddling convenience. "My precious sweetie pie!"

Tiny dragon Zhongli purrs in delight and licks your cheek, eyes blissfully closed as he enjoys the attention he's receiving. His little paws cling to your top as his chunky tail wags like crazy. On leisurely days like these, he adores lounging around like this with you. "Ah, there's not a single being softer, warmer, or cuter than you," you tell Zhongli, booping his little nose, and he gives you a mrrrrp! of agreement, wiggling.

Eventually, through all the cuddles and compliments you give him, a mischievous grin spreads across your face. You bring him closer to your face.

"Since you're smaller than me...shall I eat you?"

You laugh in delight as your fluffy little husband wriggles in dismay, but you're not letting go - you playfully chomp the air around him while he lets out soft whines, pawing and grrring in futility at you.

You can't help it; he's so much fun to tease! "So cute! I'm gonna eat you! Raaaah!"

He then decides he's had enough and morphs back into the human-form Zhongli you are most accustomed to.

"Oh! Hello my love!" You make to cuddle your now-grown man of a husband, but Zhongli adjusts his position over you so that he's practically straddling you now, his hands splayed on either side of your head. "Zh-Zhongli..?"

"Hm." He brings his thumb to caress your cheek. "I am that amusing when small, is it?"

"Well..." You squirm in embarrassment, and gasp when Zhongli nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, reveling in your scent. He then begins to make use of his teeth and tongue, making you shiver and whimper after his hot breath lingers.

"So cute." He softly bites your shoulder, a preamble for what was to come. His golden eyes gleam bright as the ghost of a teasing smirk plays on his lips.

"Since you're smaller than me...shall I eat you?"

#sini writes #zhongli #genshin impact #zhongli x reader #fluff #drabble #dragon #chonkli

[danime25]

So I'm opening requests, if you want something just lmk. Here's the stuff I will and won't do:

DO'S

Fandoms: Dragon Age, Yakuza/Like a Dragon, Baldur's Gate 3, Fire Emblem 3 Houses, Fallout New Vegas, Ryan Gosling Characters, Law and Order (OG & CI, idk enough of SVU to write and there's other, better, writers for SVU)

Got a fandom we share but it's not in the list? Shoot your shot, I may write it

Kinks: Pretty much anything except for what I won't. My favorite things to write are feedism related, but we can work out the details once you request!

DON'T

Fandoms: RPF. Full Stop. Do not ask me to write fictional scenarios for real people with real lives.

Kinks: Feet, Vore of ANY KIND, Necr*philia/Hardcore Somnophilia, AB/DL

At the end of the day, I ultimately decide what I write and if I don't think I can write for you I'll tell you up front

#me #my writing #drabble writing #reqs open #requests open #taking requests #request #headcanons #imagines