Ok But I Legitimately Love Venti Using Outdated Sayings And Phrases?? Like Omg Thats So Good. Lol Imagine

Ok but I legitimately love venti using outdated sayings and phrases?? Like omg that’s so good. Lol imagine him saying the riptide of mortal blood thing to diluc, and then dilucs reaction to the explanation that venti gives when diluc asks what the FUCK he was talking about. Like, I just love people remembering that venti is 1) very very old, and 2) lived through very violent times in his life, along with the fact that he actively took part in at least 2 wars

More Archon War Era Venti Headcanons  one three four

For real though like the potential is endless and i just really like to think of the impact that especially the Archon War could have had on Venti's character!

.... im totally gonna expand on this now-

archon war spoilers

Imagine him taking a break between each battle, retreating to Mondstadt and composing a new song, one to play when he next sets out to fight, to kill. Because even by his own hand it would be a shame to let those who fought so hard for survival to be forgotten, so he does what he can, a divine song for each civilization he wiped out, the chorus leading the four winds to descend and carry on their memory for eternity on the very wind that caused their fall.

some see his retreat as weakness and attempt to ambush him in his own domain, a dishonorable battle fought in silence. The people of Mondstadt and Teyvat as a whole need not remember those who chose to stoop so low.

Some of these songs get picked up by other bards, carrying on as Venti had hoped, but many of them are forgotten, especially during his 1000 year sleep. But every so often, an especially giften musician with have a burst of inspiration, as if whispered to them by the wind. Those who know him look to Venti with concern as his eyes turn glassy at the familiar sound of a civilization whose memory he thought he had failed. He laughs it off, dramatically wiping his tears with a comment about how the music was just that beautiful that he couldn't help but be moved, "i couldn't have wrote a better song myself"

"let the wind lead" had a very different meaning during the Archon War. I headcanon that when in battle Venti took on his sprite form. To have anyone associate his dear friend with the carnage and terror of battle was the last thing he wanted, so sprite form it is. because of his small size, his presence was almost unnoticeable, which is why he survived so long without so much as a hand being laid on him. But one god noticed it- as four massive figures descended, in the very center, almost invisible was a concentrated presence of wind energy, absorbing and relocating energy to the four with the ever present song. And the god ran- survived, and spread the key "let the wind lead" in hopes that someone would be strong enough to avenge his people. This phrase almost cost Venti his life a number of times. Nobody knows its origin now but Venti still internally cringes each time he hears it.

Venti preferring to be outdoors and sleep in trees and such not only because he's the god freedom but because if hes indoors he wont be able to tell if someone's coming, he wont be able to get in the air in time, and he might be too late

I also headcanon that Venti is the ones who supplies Zhongli with Xiao's painkillers, since Zhongli doesn't actually have any healing abilities, and Venti is proved to have an affect on that

which leads into the next point- "but where are those who share the memory?" remember Venti's wine obsession... Venti and Zhongli - and Xiao on the occasion he can be convinces to leave his duties- getting together to speak freely, not having to watch their words, not having to be reminded 'oh right, that doesn't exist in people's memories anymore' every time. Just finally being able to reminisce, talk about the people and the things that they can no longer speak about to anyone else, speak about that which no-one else would understand. They're understanding yes, but there are very few people who can empathize with you as you talk about how you still remember that one battle where the sheer volume of blood spilled by your hand cause the calla lilies to bloom red for centuries, the tint never going away even now. Some random kid: huh i wonder why they fade to red like that Venti: why that's the blood of my enemies of course! ehe, just kidding! *looks at camera like in the office*

A lot of people view Venti as extremely superstitious because he believes and follows a lot of them, but it's because he remembers where the superstitions came from. He knows that during the archon war, breaking a mirror truly could set that god's wrath on you and simultaneously reveal your identity and location to them, that knocking on wood alerted the past Dendro archon, a benevolent god of protection to guard your words from prying eyes, at least until they were were found and killed. Venti just continues to follow them to honor their memory\.

Hi! I saw that your requests are open so can I ask for a childhood friends to lovers with yuuta okkotsu (sfw please!)

Just some fluffs of them (like, showering him in attention) or maybe some pda (cause this boy deserves the world and I want to show off how much I love him) can the settings be them in 2nd years? Bc i would love to have the 1st year trio in there. Thank you !!! <33

Requests: Open (Please tell me if you want a HC or a Fic, or you will be skipped)

Warnings: None

Contains spoilers for JJK Manga 0 and Shibuya Arc (one line)

Yuuta Childhood Friends to Lovers

- In your early years the two of you had simply gone to the same elementary school and just so happened to have lived just a few houses down from each other.

- It wasn't odd for him to wake up on weekends to you screaming outside his home, calling out that he should join you to go play in the park or to come play out in the snow.

- He'd try and ignore you for a few minutes, that is, until his little sister would come running down the hallway and slam his door open demanding he go outside to shut you up.

- You were also there when he met Rika. You teased him constantly about his and her crushes towards each other and even demanded you play a part in their future wedding which never ended up happening.

- When Rika was gone, you were there for him as he mourned, at least, you were there until he just stopped coming out of his house.

- Ti The two of you ended up going to separate middle schools and your cries on the weekend for him to join you outside steadily died. Out of curiosity after a night of not being able to sleep, he peered outside his window, spotting you walking by his house.

- You simply stared up at the home you used to frequently visit before adjusting your bag over your shoulders and heading off to complete whatever tasks you had planned to do that day.

- He didn't see you again till his first year at Jujutsu Tech. You'd already moved into your dorm but you had been bringing in your last bit of stuff when you bumped into him.

- Gojo just watched as the two of you awkwardly stared at each other for a few minutes before you darted away, an apology dripping from your lips.

- Things are honestly awkward between the two of you the first few weeks, to which his classmates blatantly point out.

- It isn't till the incident with Getou, and Rika the two of you really start to connect again.

- Conversations in classrooms from earlier that day were quickly picked up in your room after he had slipped in after-hours. Sure the two of you could have waited and kept talking the next day, but the vibe in your room of being in there after hours, his head on your thighs as you play with his hair while you two talk just hits different.

- Instead of simply leaning over to whisper in your ear either you grab his hand and gently pull him towards your lips to whisper or his arm ends up snaked around your shoulders to bring you close, his lips tickling your ear as he fills it with an inside joke or a secret.

- As amusing as it is for your classmates to watch the two of you dance around your feelings for each other, they lowkey get annoyed at some point.

- They convince Gojo to set up a fake mission, lying that he needs to meet you two at a cafe to discuss the details for some reason. Instead, it just ends up with you two being there by yourselves, basically ignoring the fact that your teacher never showed up as the two of you talk.

- Instead of returning back to school the two of you indulge in the day, going to see a movie together and grabbing a bite to eat.

- As the two of you go your separate ways when you arrive back at school, within the hour Yuuta is in your room, snuggled up to your side as you pepper kisses along his face. A silent agreement that after that day the two of you officially crossed the friends line, and into new territory.

- Your friends thought that once the two of you got together everything would be okay. No, the two of you worsen.

- Originally thought that the two of you would be the type that would take forever just to hold hands or kiss. No, you two are the type to always be on each other.

- You're always holding hands. Your friends wanted to try an experiment to see if someone came to walk between the two of you if you'd separate. Panda was the one who volunteered.

- You two were simply walking down one of the schools many paths, enjoying the fall weather when you came across Panda. The three of you stopped, giving each other a greeting before silence fell between you.

- He kinda makes a motion that he wants to get by, and expects the two of you to separate. However, Yuuta simply leads you off to the side, you leaning into his side lovingly at the two of you watch Panda walk away.

- Your friends cringe but aren't surprised.

- If anyone needs Yuuta for anything they know not to check his room, because he's always in yours.

- He has definitely opened your room door wearing a facemask and lil bear ear headband to keep his hair out of his face while the mask dries. Gojo just stares at him for a moment before taking multiple pictures.

- When he has to prepare to leave for Africa he gets the two of you those types of bracelets that can connect with each other when you hold hands.

- When he leaves for Africa you're not as heartbroken as you thought you'd be. Both send texts throughout your days and try to facetime at least once a week.

- When the new first years come along Nobara literally glares whenever it's girls' night and your phone goes off. Maki has gotten used to your blushing face and love a sick smile as you respond to your boyfriend.

- Nobara gets curious as to what your boyfriend looks like, and when you show her a picture of Yuuta she just comments that he's cute. However, when she's alone with Maki afterward, looks at her senior and states he looks like the walking dead.

- Itadori is honestly excited to meet him

- Shibuya happens and that excitement turns to fear after he meets him

- When the two of you are reunited you can't help but run your fingers through his longer hair when you kiss. Everyone is cringing.

- You're both holding hands all the time so your bracelets are connected constantly.

- Both of you are each others wallpaper on your phones. Your's is a picture of Yuuta getting yeeted by Panda in midair during training, meanwhile, his a picture of you sleeping with a facemask on, drool slipping from the side of your mouth.

- Literally a contest between the two of you of who can get the most cringy pics of their S/O.

“I love fireworks!”

ayato, childe, zhongli + gn.reader

[ angst , very slight of fluff, sfw ] break up, failed relationships, mentions of blood & death, mentions of marriage + mentions of spoiler for zhongli's (not that obvious but just a heads up)

WHERE DID THE TIME GO . . . ?

kamisato ayato

"my lord, you've been working since the morning. i'm afraid you'll have to set this matter aside and get some air outdoor. this is for your sake, it'd be shame if you'll fall ill due to overworking."

the butler expect an excuse from him but it is a surprise that ayato, the well known busy and hard working head of kamisato clan, agreed on the butler's words. he dismiss the butler while he gets ready for a short walk in the city of inazuma.

the walk was calm and peaceful. though the street is full with the happy chatters of inazuman and the delicious smell of snacks, he managed to let loose his head that's filled with countless of thoughts. aimlessly wandering around with his favorite boba in his hand while the folks greets him in friendly manner, he ended up at the clothing shop. the colourful cloths, the shiny smooth silks from liyue yet his gazes fall upon the inazuma's traditional wedding outfit. he can't help but to think-

"(name) would look so elegant in this- "

"oh, if it's not the young lord of kamisato! sir ayato, are you here to pick up the wedding outfit? surely you'd be excited to see lady miyano in it, yes?"

oh, right. for a moment he had forgotten he had bethroted to another elite clan's daughter. a shame that he thought he'd be powerful in breaking the cycle of arranged marriage held among elite clans. he promised a forever with you but in the end his unfortunate fate broke it, leaving you in the dark.

"mm, it indeed is. pardon me but i am currently running errands. please hand it over to thoma, you have my thanks."

the lady offered him a reassuring smile before bid him a brief goodbye. it was a white lie to avoid him from thinking more about the marriage. for the sake of grace the kamisato clan had carry for so long, he was only able to forced a smile and setting his signature down for the marriage. if only he was more powerful, if only he was an archon, he'd make sure you'd be his spouse.

as if the universe is taunting at him, his eyes laid upon the sight of you. my, it has been quite a moment since he last saw you. you're still as gorgeous as the day he fell in love with you. he could only adore your features from afar, remembering each parts of you so you'll never fade away among his memories. he wanted to run to you, embrace you in his strong arms and keep you close to him. he wanted you, in a genuine, sincere and loving way.

you are so dreamy and beautiful. how he wish to complete your beauty with his. sadly, his usual spot is currently filled by someone else. the smiles and laughter of yours, he could only hear them faintly. meanwhile the guy beside you? he is lucky to share such happy moment and witness your smile. ayato wish he could know what had you all happy and cheerful at the moment. a small faint smile embedded its way on his pretty face, longing gaze adoring you.

he shouldn't be restless. you're with thoma, surely he can make you feel even better. he has know him for so long, he recognized thoma's eyes everytime he saw you around. it was so nice of him to remain in his boundaries and respectful of his and yours relationship even though it was obvious thoma do take interests in you. but now you belong to no one, it's not wrong for thoma to shoot his shot. after all, thoma deserves good prize for his years of hardworks and service.

you're in good hands, it's time for ayato's heart to let go of you. may the wind carries his wish of happiness for you.

childe

loyal and devoted to you, but could it make up for the times he was absent by your side? the times where you need him the most but was out for his fatui duty? as understanding as you could be, a person could only bear so much. thus the saying there are limits for everything.

you truly love him and so does he but he is as loyal and devoted to his job just as he is to you. it's a relationship where both of you promise to not keep each other as the first priorities. instead, keep the goals as the priorities and grow together through hardships and success. it went on for a good time, both managing well until childe become busier than usual, often leaving you behind. you try to understand and be open minded about it. but, how long? how long do you wish to feel lonely and neglected in this relationship? you do not wish for more but to feel normal like other couples. you've seen the affections shared by couples in the steets of monstadt, liyue, inazuma, shneznaya. hell, even your peers are all lovey dovey and almost whole the time with each other.

envious? jealousy? that wasn't the word to point it out. more like the sense of longing to childe's touches and affections. when he finally have the time to he with you, it'd be a brief meeting or him catching up with naps that he missed during work. you'd nurture him with your own way of love languages yet it still feel one sided. you never intended on arguing with him about this but this is for the sake of the slowly fading relationship. and childe wanted to speak calmly of it with you as well however the recently failed missions took over him wholly. the frustrations and stress drowning him to no end. again, he felt like he had failed the tsaritsa. as if he had wounded the trust the tsaritsa hold for him.

the argument didn't end well. degrading words picking against each other's hearts. slowly it's all about bringing up the pasts and attacking each other's insecurity. it indeed is childish but both were so exhausted to be sober during the supposed discussion. childe had it bad, so does you. just a phrase said by him in the coldest voice ever, the relationship crushed into nothing but dust. that day, he could only glare at you with thundering rage in his chest as you leave the door of his house. the night you never return is the official ending of your relationship.

regrets gnawed his skin and flesh alive, constantly bully himself of his action that cause you to leave his life completely. he wished to fix it, win you back and be with you again. you were his pillars yet he destroy you easily. he knew damn well it'll be so hard to have you back and he wanted to try it, try harder until you are his again.

perhaps, he should have done it 3 years ago. he should have run after you, block the door and hold you tight. he should never have let you walk out the door angrily. he should have pursue you quickly the moment the relationship begin to sink. he should have... he should have. he regrets, truly regrets to let you off his fingers ever.

"huh, why do i not receive letter of it?"

signora side glance her fellow fatui harbingers, the very corner of her plump lips forming a sneering smirk. her fingertips runs over the beautifuly decorated letter, pads of her covered fingertips graze the bold cursive fonts written in golden ink.

"what a shame. i'd be more happy to attend it if it was my darling (name) and yours wedding. sad to see them off with some slightly worthless person, hm."

"ha, nonsense! if you're attending it, send my regards, i guess. it'd be nice to see them in such divine garment but i am afraid works needs me more than a mere boring celebration."

signora clicked her tongue, tucking the letter back its wrapper. eyes glancing the male again before looking away and irritate her fellow comrade with her words.

"works, huh. you truly never learn from your lesson, no? i thought (name)'s absence in your life would teach you something but i am not surprised, after all, you are you."

the remarks ended with her walking off the scene, leaving childe alone. her words surely hit him right in his heart. signora of course was slightly bitter with the news of you and childe's broke up 3 years ago. you're someone she consider worth of her care and to see you break down in her embrace, heart broken? she wish she could kill childe. as much as she hated the man, she can't help but to think that childe complete you as you complete him too. the feelings when your favourite ship of a favourite show becomes nothing? that's right there.

childe's grip on the necklace around his collarbone tighten a bit. it was a matching necklace from the first anniversary and he never left it nowhere near him the moment he got it. you had one as well but surely you have taken it off.

"i should have never let you go. i miss you so bad, i wish i could fix us."

in the end, no archons could answer his wish.

zhongli

he thought he was immune to the feeling of loss but he was wrong. the strong archon who lives through a traumatic war among archons. the archon that witnessed the death and life all over his immortal life. he is so used to it but it never mean that it won't hurt, right?

he lost the people he held close to his heart millenia ago. but he never thought he'd missed you the most. your death and absence in his life taught him to appreciate every bits of his life. an immortal might live forever but who knows the day immortal depart the eternity will arrive? of course it was never your fault, you're a mortal, one that does not live longer and reign forever. though the differences both of you held were obvious like the earth and the sky, it is still a wonder how both could love each other endlessly. the dedication and love is what strengthen the bond even more.

he'd spend his free time with you and guizhong. he adore the happiness radiates your face when you and guizhong gets along pretty well. his love ones enjoy each other's presence is so precious to him. he had never seen guizhong this happy when the three of you spend time together. it is the same as you. he could retire his position as the archon of liyue and watch the both of you all day but you'd scold him if he ever attempted that.

good time will never last for a long time. the archon war begin, each gods up for fight, casting chaos among the nations. the rise of khaenriah arouse the archon wars, zillions of people die by its cruelness. hell, even several mighty beings fall to its death, immortality suddenly becomes nothing at thr moment. he witnessed khaenriah's fall, the deaths of his several fellow archons and the death of the innocent people of each nations. he frantically search for you among the rivers of blood and agonizing cries from the people.

"zhongli"

he recognised the voice so well and the emotion behind it. he knew the immobile figure resting in guizhong's lap clearly belongs to you. but he refused to believe it. his body and blood turning cold, sight slightly blurry. is this real? does this mean he will never get to see you and guizhong ever again? he kneeled before the two figures of his love ones. hands trembling as it rest on your pale and icy cold face. vermillion liquids of yours tainting your features and outfit guizhong had hand sewn for you. his eyes glancing at your souless body before moving up to guizhong's face. she's crying, hurt and despair drawn on her face as her hold against you tighten.

"i failed, to keep them safe. i failed, to keep us both alive. forgive me, zhongli, for i have fail you."

zhongli gulped, weak smile graced his features. he shake his head lightly, disagree with guizhong's words. he engulfed both guizhong and you in his embrace, savoring the very last moment before fate swallow the both of you. if only he was able to stop the war, he would not lose his lover and his best friend. unfortunately, it was too late. he had to witness death of innocent people and love ones due to the other egoistic and arrogant archons.

"no you're not, please don't say that. i knew you tried, none was your fault."

it was a brief silence before guizhong breaks it. her breathing grows a bit rapid, trying to catch proper breath despitd the pain on her figure and the coldness of your body. it was even more painful to see morax alone and you died. she loved you, perhaps more than a friend should. she respect the relationship you and zhongli had, keeping her feelings for you at the bay where it won't servere any boundaries.

"i have loved (name), perhaps more than a friend should. i am happy to see them with you, you keep them happy. thank you, my friend, for keeping them happy."

she confessed, lightly stroking your hair. zhongli knew about it, he always have. he recognised those gazes of guizhong toward you. but as long as everyone happy, he let it be. after all, it was not her fault for liking you. you indeed is a charismatic person.

"i hope we'll meet again soon, just the three of us being happily together."

the last words spoken by guizhong before she passed away. zhongli remembered he only held both tightly in his arms, heart praying for the peace and safety for the next life for the both of you. shall you and guizhong reborn with the same features but with no memories of the past, so be it. let him bear those memories, as he wish both to live a good life.

"oh, mr. zhongli! come sit with us and enjoy this hot tea my spouse brewed just now."

zhongli was thrown back to reality, golden eyes studying the face of the person that spoke to him. the features are full of familiarity and nostalgic. when the person's spouse appeared with extra snacks to enjoy with the tea they just brewed, his smile grows slowly. his heart overwhelm with joy as he observe the couple interact with each other and gets even happier when a toddler mixed of the couple's feature joins them, greet them with a toothy grin.

seems like guizhong's words were answered by the gods above all archons. even though guizhong born in the male form, you were born again as your previous form with addition of tiny fruit of love. what a coincidence for the both of you to bear the same name from the past as well. the duo never ever left him out of their conversation, always involve him and make sure he is not getting left out in any possible way. his heart lighten a bit at this. the child loves to be in zhongli's lap and speak their baby language to him.

"may i ask the name of this cute little kid here?"

zhongli asks, smiling softly at the two of you.

"my, please drop the formalities! we are friends, no? and this little buddy here is guili."

zhongli nodded, soft smile never left his face. this moment may be short but he definitely keeping it deep in his mind.

guizhong, seems like your prayer has been answered and gifted with a small surprise. wherever your soul may rest, hope you are in good place. (name), though we are not together in this life, i am happy to see you again. may your soul rest in peace. we'll meet sooner, i promise.

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my pretty girl

yuuta reminds you who you belong to.

pairing : yuuta x reader (feminine pronouns. afab)

rating : explicit, not safe for work (sexual content)

type : one-shot

tags : high school!au, semi-public sex, bathroom sex, clothed sex, jealous sex, praise kink, verbal degradation, dirty talk, the usage of the words "whore" and "slut", blowjob, vaginal fingering, manhandling, slight choking, cumming inside, yuuta is jealous and possessive and hot

word count : 2,401

author's note : LOVESSS thank you so much for 100 followers!? i wrote this as my jjk debut fic, also as a celebratory fic, also as a way to treat myself while working on the requests. this might be ooc but idc because (jealous) yuuta is fucking hot.

( masterlist │ ask/request  │ ao3 )

“What?” The uninterested look he bore sent an electric thrust down your body as you felt another cry edging on your lips as his length continued harshly slamming down your throat. “Stop acting like my cock’s too big for you.”

Your knees were starting to hurt against the cold bathroom tile—bruising, you were sure, turning blue and purple—but Yuuta was merciless. He didn’t care about the brimming tears in the corner of your eyes, didn’t care about your shaking legs or your small chokes.

Slobbering sound filled the small stall, and you sat on the floor obediently like a little puppy as he used your mouth to his liking. Your uniform was wholly unbuttoned, bundled up at your elbows with your nipples peeking from your bra.

It was always his favorite look on you—clothed in the school’s garb, skirt barely covering your delicious ass and bra barely containing your tits. He thinks you look fucking hot in times like these, especially when you’re being so good, sucking him dry as class continued to take place.

“That’s it,” Yuuta groaned, throwing his head against the door as he dragged the cigarette off his lips, blowing an array of smoke into the air. You’ve gotten used to the cigarette by now, in fact, you loved inhaling the bitter nicotine as he continued facefucking you.

The thought of being Yuuta’s faithful whore—the one he has at his disposal at all times—arouses you to the point of madness, all the times he fucks you behind the school or on top of the teacher’s table after class.

You felt your panties dampening as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, keeping your head in your place as he changed the pace to a quicker one, accelerating the beats of your heart.

“Gonna cum, yeah?” He gritted, his wet balls hitting your chin as you struggled to keep your eyes open at him—good girls maintain eye contact when being talked to. The harsh tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, your jaws hurt as hell, but you kept still.

Your fingers crumpled against your skirt when he gave you one last thrust, shooting his warm seed down your throat. You struggled against his length, the fluid sliding down your throat as you swallowed all of him.

When Yuuta pulled his limping dick out of you, it was like a gasp of fresh air. You could feel your dizzy head gaining oxygen, blinking your pretty lashes up at him as he pulled your arm to get you to stand up straight. You could still taste his sweet seed on your tongue, smeared all over your lips too, making you look like a wrecked mess.

Yuuta clicked his tongue, “Turn around.”

You obeyed his order, whimpering softly when you felt the bruised skin of your knees pressing against the cold toilet lid.

He threw the cigarette bunt on the floor, killing it with his steps as he pushed you against the closed toilet bowl, your hands holding yourself up against the wall. You felt his large hands roaming your thighs, palming your ass under your skirt with a hard squeeze.

A whimper escaped your mouth, and he scoffed, rubbing the slickness of your slit through your thin panties. He pushed them aside to dip his calloused ring finger in your folds, your juice immediately coating his digit, before pulling away.

Using one finger to slid them down to your mid-thighs, Yuuta spread your ass cheeks for a moment to admire how wet you were, with your pussy lips glistening and hole nipping at nothing, like inviting him to ravish your pussy.

“Yuuta,” you mewled quietly as his hand found your throat. You felt his tip prodding the entrance of your cunt, slowly kissing the insides of your pussy.

“Mhm?” He pressed his chest against your back, his other hand snaking around your upper body to grope on your tit. “Can you feel me inside of you?” He whispered against your ear, lips nibbling on it, the smell of nicotine on his breath causing you to tense against him.

You whimpered, squeezing your hands as you felt your pussy accommodating the size of his cock, his length filling you completely. Your hole was burning, and you tried blinking away the leftover tears from when he mouthfucked you.

“Can you feel how easy you’re taking me in right now? Didcha got this wet from just sucking me off?”

He pressed his lips against your wet cheek, using his fingers to roll your nipple between them. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, breathing in heavy his peculiar scent that seemed to drive you even more to the edge. Your cunt was burning, everything was so hot, you found yourself lost in the way your walls were perfectly wrapping around his cock, the way his big hands were holding you so tightly that you felt like you could have burst at any moment.

When you didn’t respond to his questions, however, he stopped pushing himself in.

“Answer me.”

You took your lower lip between your teeth, nodding your head with your eyes shut, almost complaining at his pause, but you knew better.

“Yeah,” you breathed out, trying to grind yourself down to him, “I— I can feel you in me.”

Yuuta gave a satisfactory hum, letting you press your ass on him and swallow his dick whole. He watched your expression, the way your pretty, plump lips quiver with every breath you took. He looked down on your ample tit, cupping it through the fabric of your laced bra, letting you make full of his hand.

You fit in so perfectly in his hands, he felt you swallow your slobbering spit down your throat, it was like you were designed just for him.

“Good girl,” the praise that came out his mouth excited you.

You peeked at his face—so close to yours, just inches away from kissing your lips—and felt his hand tightening around your throat. Your cunt clenched, chest heaving at the greed in his gaze.

“My good girl?”

Yuuta pulled himself away, your pussy already missing the way he was jamming you full. You could feel your back arching, mouth nodding as you mindlessly chased after his dick.

“Yours,” you slurred, mouth staring at his full lips, and Yuuta snickered at how fucking stupid you looked, tongue out and eyes half-lidded.

You were completely devoid of him by now, only his tip stayed in your little cunt and you whined to get his attention, pushing your face against his cheek.

“My little whore,” he said again, the hand on your tit leaving to rub itself all over your torso. You felt his hard palm traveling under your skirt to lightly graze on your clit.

You whimpered, nodding your head, still trying your best to keep your eyes open and maintain your eye contact. Yuuta watched how drool was starting to collect on the edge of your lips with your mouth wide open.

His two fingers rubbed down on your clit, causing you to let out a small yelp, your hips rolling down to his hands as you quietly pleaded for him, “Rub my clit harder, please, Yuuta.”

“This cunt,” he rested his chin on your shoulder, following your pleas and pressed down on your clit harder, to take a better look at the expression you were making, “whose is it?”

You gritted your teeth, the sensation of his fingers rubbing circles, so wet and hot, burning a fire inside of you.

“Yours,” you let out a long whine, feeling your knees shudder as you approached an orgasm.

“Yuuta,” you called out, already forgetting his dick in your cunt as you grind down to his hand. “Think ‘m cumming, think—haaahhh—cumming, cumming—“

As you felt your hips bucking, clit suddenly overwhelmed with sensitivity, Yuuta slammed his cock right back into your empty cunt. You threw your head back at the sudden thrust, keeping your eyes at Yuuta to recognize amusement in his eyes.

“Yuuta,” you felt your body go limp, but his strong arms held you up. You could feel him pounding your pussy in a hard, rhythmic pattern, not giving your clit a break.

“Yuutaaaa,” your fingers clawed at the wall, “s’too much, too much, too deep.”

“Too much?” He mockingly repeated, his big cock constantly splitting you wide open, “you’re my good girl, you just gotta fuckin’ take it.”

You gasped at every one of his thumps, vision blurring as he overstimulated your throbbing clit.

Your whining was getting louder, echoing through the empty bathroom walls, drowning in the sound of your squelching cunt.

“Takin’ me in so good,” he grunted, shutting his eyes as his lips made their way to press fluttering kisses on the back of your shoulder, “you really are my little whore, huh? My slut?”

“Yours yours yours,” you pressed your lips together to prevent a curse from slipping out.

“Not Fushiguro’s, not Inumaki’s,” he dug his teeth down your skin, and you could feel his thrusts getting harder and harder, hitting you in your good spots. “Especially not fucking Itadori’s, right?”

You whimpered, head nodding.

“You’re lucky I’m so nice,” Yuuta finally released your clit from his fingers, both hands going to grasp hard on your hips as he lifted himself from you to properly hammer your cunt. “Shit— lucky that when I see you act so good and nice to Itadori, all I do is pound this little pussy, huh?”

He flipped your skirt to see your full ass, dragging your hips before slamming them down to his crotch.

“Fuck, go ahead,” he grunted, “you can thank me for being so kind.”

“Thank—hng!“ you sputtered, accompanied with little gasps and mewls, “Thank you—“

He didn’t let you finish.

Yuuta took your arm and pressed your back against his chest, his lips finding their way to your neck, biting down and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bit of your skin, marking you as his own.

“I’m cumming,” he kissed the skin under your ears, the pace of his hips suddenly becoming erratic.

“Cum inside,” before he could say anything, you squealed out the offer, feeling your walls tightened around him. “Fill me up— up with your c-cum,” you felt your tits spilling out of your bra.

Yuuta hooked his arm with your elbows, “Gonna fill you up so good.”

You nodded your head, biting your lips before eventually letting your mouth hang open as he pumped into you, “Fill me.”

Who was he to refuse?

Yuuta dug his teeth on your shoulder again, completely thrusting into you two more times before pausing. You held your breath, cunt twitching when you finally felt his warm semen filling your pussy the same time you reached another orgasm, juice only not flowing out of your hole because his dick was stuffing you full.

“Fuuuuck,” Yuuta breathed, letting go of your hands to only grope at your tits, still propping you up against his chest. He roughly pulled the tight fabric down and watched your tits bounce out, jiggling after being freed. He pressed his nose against your neck, “You look so good.”

“S’big,” you murmured as his fingers pinched your nipples, causing you to jolt in surprise. “You’re so big—“

“You’re my whore, arentcha?” He gave your tits one last squeeze before letting you go, softly pushing your body down on the toilet lid so that your ass was high up in the air. “You can take it.”

You whined, wiggling your hips and he watched how your ass cheeks were slapping against each other, his cock still buried deep inside of you.

Yuuta slowly pulled his softening dick from your hole, the squelching sound decorating the air before finally disappearing with his dick. He crouched on the floor, using one thumb to spread your pussy lips apart, watching the mixture of his thick cum and your juice dribbling down your thigh.

He pressed a soft kiss against your entrance, and you reached your hand out to push his face away, already feeling your cunt secreting more slickness at the touch.

“Yuuutaaaa…”

He chuckled, and instead of eating you out, he dipped two fingers in your soaking cunt, scissoring you wide open as soon as you swallowed his fingers whole.

You pressed your face against the ceramic of the toilet, gripping on it with your eyes shut.

Yuuta pumped his fingers in and out of your hole, watching in delight as you obediently took his fingers in, before adding a third one.

“I’m the only one who can see you like this,” he muttered, as you tried muffling your whimpers with the skin on the back of your hand. “Wet, full of cum, squirming around my fingers.”

You nodded your head, though you were not sure if he could see you or not.

He curled his three fingers inside your cunt, causing your knees to wobble under the weight of your sensitive body.

“Say it,” he urged, constantly curling them inside as if caressing your pussy walls.

“You— you’re the,” your mouth gaped, voice unclear from all the bliss, “the only one, see me— see me like— nghh—“

Yuuta scoffed at your lack of ability to do what he wanted, but he quickened the pace of his fingering, hitting you deeper with every thrust.

“Yeah,” he finally said, “we know you’re dumb for my fingers. Don’t gotta show it, you fucking slut.”

You whimpered, but you continued anyway.

“Yours,” you kept trying to say, insisting on him knowing that you belong fully to him and no one else. You cunt squeezed his three fingers, hips slowly rolling. “N-not Fushiguro’s—“

“Mhmm?” Yuuta raised an eyebrow, a small smirk etched on his lips as he felt his dick hardening again.

He really didn’t pick the wrong girl to be with, you were so perfect and so good for him, so faithful to him and just him.

“—n-not Inu— Inumaki’s—“

Yuuta pulled his fingers away and stood up, positioning his hardening dick on your entrance once again.

“—a-and especially n-not Ita— Itadori’s—“

He pummeled your needy hole again, satisfied at your pretty voice, telling him that you didn’t belong to any of those other guys.

“That’s it,” Yuuta pulled himself out of your cunt before slamming himself inside again, “pretty girl, my pretty girl.”

𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞. | 𝐠.𝐬.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gojo satoru x reader ft. megumi fushiguro

𝐰𝐜: 1.4k

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: its a piece of cake to bake a cake, as long as you follow the recipe—or, gojo satoru was never the best at following instructions, but at least he tries.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐰: fluff, hurt/comfort, fear of growing up, minor existential crisis, one suggestive line, no-curse au, gojo adopts megumi au (?), pls let me know if I miss anything!

𝐚/𝐧: this was supposed to be comedic but it ended up being a bit sad LMFAO im actually a little scared to post this bc I had no beta review this...ill probably post it and never look at it again lol but pls let me know what you thought!

Constant huffing, with a desperate groan sprinkled here and there, caught your attention the moment you set foot inside the apartment. All lights, except for the kitchen's, were turned off. A distinct smell of baked goods—or slightly burnt goods, if you will—filled the entranceway, and you followed blindly.

Finally gracing the kitchen with your presence, the image in front of you left you mildly speechless. In front of you, was Gojo Satoru, hair tousled and hands shaky, his back was bent over at a weird angle so his eye line would match the edge of the counter, all his attention was on steadying the piping bag he held with a shaky hand.

It was adorable, the way the tip of his tongue would poke out, with his brows furrowed in the utmost concentration. Multicoloured icing stained his pretty face, highlighting the roundness of his cheeks. He held in a breath as if that would make his piping technique any less disastrous.

Still, despite how cute Satoru looked trying to make fancy patterns with dainty nozzles, seeing your boyfriend trying to do anything remotely kitchen-y threw you off. You wouldn’t say he was banned from entering the premises, but unless he intended to grab a snack—which meant taking the whole container of sugar to the couch and eating spoonfuls of it at a time while watching over-the-top dramas—he wouldn’t be caught dead cooking up anything more complicated than a bowl of cereal.

Lighting pans on fire, somehow fucking up any sort of boxed mac-n-cheese and burning a hole into Nanami's shirt that one time you decided to host a dinner party was enough to name Gojo Satoru as an absolute menace—and not in the fun kinky way.

So, you couldn’t really help but reveal yourself to him without giving it much thought. After all, he looked like he was in dire need of aid, and you were slightly needy after dropping Megumi off at the Itadori’s for a sleepover. Imagine your surprise when rather than being met with your usually clingy boyfriend, you were faced with Gojo Satoru, the newest member of The Great British Bake-off, instead.

“What are you doing?”

If looks could kill, your funeral invites would be ready by tomorrow morning. You could read the news headlines already, Cold-blooded murder! Find out what happens when you ruin your boyfriend’s piece of cake.

“What am I doing?! I’m trying my best!” He whined, placing one of his hands on his hip.

Now that he stood up to his full height, you could appreciate the image of him more clearly. The icing covered most parts of his face, varying from pastel to vivid colours. Over his lounging clothes, he was wearing the frilly pink apron he had bought for Nanami as a joke. It was a bit big on him, his built objectively smaller than that of his friend, but the pretty pink colour matched his azure orbs, made them pop—it reminded you of that time he let Megumi and his friends do his makeup with the chalky palette Nobara had brought to play with. You would’ve relished in the memory of Gojo getting his skin irritated by the spongy eyeshadow applicator if it wasn’t for the groan of frustration ripping through his pillowy pout.

“Baking is stupid, and I hate it.” He punctuated his statement with a slight kick of his foot. As soon as you left, fussing over Megumi and repeatedly checking whether he packed his toothbrush, he had started pulling all sorts of baking utensils. Clanking bowls and measuring cups, random sized spatulas were all evenly spread out; aesthetically pleasing if you will.

How hard could it truly be? After watching you countless times dance around the kitchen, effortlessly mixing up ingredients while humming a tune, he was sure this would be just another easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy task. You would fall in love with him all over again, Shoko would probably stop smoking, and Suguru would finally agree to add his initials—maybe even a picture of his face, who knows? —to his tattoo collection; everyone around him would be astounded, clapping and cheering, all because of his impeccable culinary skills.

Right?

Wrong

Baking was harder than you, and most people on those cooking shows made it seem. It wasn't just about tossing random powdery ingredients onto a bowl. No, they had a designated order apparently, who would've thought. But alas, he managed to mix some cake batter with decent consistency and shove it in the oven without giving it much thought. Fortunately for him, making icing was even harder! The universe was definitely on his side on this one.

The half-hearted laughter he let out was painful to hear, a wet smile gracing his features. It took you less than a second to react; his silence meant he was beating himself up, and you'd rather die than let his mind mill him to a pulp.

With gentle steps, you walked around the island counter. Leaning against the sink next to him, you grabbed his sticky hand in comfort. Rubbing circles with your thumb always seemed to calm him down.

“I—” He sighed, sounding almost defeated as he looked at the mess he made. The number of times he had scraped frosting from the cake had sanded it down considerably; reusing the same frosting to the point where the crumbs had thickened the original texture. Moreover, the constant mixing could only result in a chaos of colours. He had run out of ingredients to make some more icing, so he had to make do with the shades of brownish-green, grey, and pastel blue—that somehow had managed to survive the massacre. “I was just baking a cake for Gumi,”

“I know he went over to Yuuji’s to celebrate his birthday at midnight and all that,” he refused to make eye contact with you, staring at the ceiling like the solution to his dilemma would come out of the paint-covered concrete. “But I- I just wanted him to come back home to something sweet, you know? Sing happy birthday and all that.”

Lowering his gaze towards the floor, he made it seem as if he was cleaning icing from his face, instead of wiping the tears that threatened to spill.

“He’s growing so fast and I just,” he sniffled “I’m scared he’s starting to leave us— I don’t want him to leave us behind.”

Raising his hand to your mouth, you pressed a chaste kiss to his knuckles. You nuzzled yourself closer to his body, trying to eliminate as much space separating the both of you as possible.

“I think there’s a 24-hour market close by,” It felt like hours before you broke the silence. Sometimes all he needed was you, no words uttered, just sharing each other’s warmth. Sometimes he’d prefer the silence, and even so, it seemed like you always managed to sense whenever he was ready to come back to earth; face his fears and all that jazz. “They sell the pretty sparklers you both like.”

And it was after an arduous night of baking—appreciating the way you would guide his hands while whisking and pouring, patiently teaching him the basics; never mocking his mistakes, but softly giggling with him at the little mishaps, and sharing tender kisses here and there.

After opening the door, the next morning, holding the cake as Megumi made its way inside the house. Obnoxiously singing happy birthday, voice cracking in the you, as one does. Admiring the way, the sparklers lit up his pretty green eyes—that weren’t his nor yours but which, regardless of that, held speckles of your unconditional love.

After sharing what felt like the longest hug, and hearing bits and pieces of what he thought sounded like I love you, dad, thank you for being here.

After watching the way Megumi ran into your arms, whispering those same words to you—minus the word dad of course—and holding you tightly because it was also you who gave him the world.

It was after all that, that he felt the gap in his chest beginning to mend itself; the worries he had tried to bear on his own—because he refused to share such irrationalities for a while; you’d probably scold him for bottling up his feelings again—dissipating slowly.

It was inevitable. Megumi would leave you two eventually, but the love he felt for you would never extinguish; not as long as he lives.