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thecuriousquest · 3 months

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could i request k3 from the prompt list with platonic nanami kento? thank you!

Home Sweet Home

Yandere Uncle!Nanami x Niece!Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, face slapping, murderous undertones, isolation punishment

“There’s no use trying to run. This is your home now.”

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You thought Nanami was just supposed to look after you for a couple of days. You thought it was just going to be until your parents come home from their trip. Uncle Kento, well, is now telling you that your parents got into a very bad accident. He’s telling you that they’re not coming home, and that you’ll be living with him from now on.

Horrified by this information, you begin to cry into his shoulder. He holds you, gently, firmly, just like his personality. He holds you the way you need to be held right now with an arm across your back and one hand on the back of your neck to keep you close to him. You sniffle and cry into his blue button up shirt, but he doesn’t mind the water works.

It’s understandable after all. He lost his brother and sister-in-law after all. It was a “tragic car accident” after all. He knows you’ll just need time to heal and adjust.

But as that time continues on and you’re not healing or adjusting, Uncle Kento feels the need to keep a closer eye on you. He feels the need to watch over you more than he was in the beginning.

Soon, it becomes a battle of wills. His firmness against your stubborn nature. Who will break first? It certainly won’t be you. You’re moody and growing, you’re sad about the death of your parents, depressed even. You can’t get a break from your loving uncle.

There’s a day, at dinner, he looks over at you with those goofy glasses on his face. “I know you’ve been missing your parents, so I want to ask how you’d feel about calling me ‘Dad’?”

You look at him with a frown, eyebrows raised slightly and cinched together, E/C orbs narrowed straight at his sharp features. “What?”

He sets down his chopsticks. “I think you should start calling me that. You lack a parental figure in your life, and I can’t fulfill the role as just your uncle.”

“Are you serious? You think you can just replace my dad? He was your brother! How can you say something so fucked up like that?”

Kento can now see you’re starting to become very emotional over this. He sighs, needing you to know this isn’t coming from a place of malice…just slight jealousy. “Young lady, don’t curse at me like that. This isn’t me trying to replace your father. This is me trying to give you what you need.”

You smack your hand down on the table. “I don’t need you, and I don’t need this either!” You stand up, grab your jacket from the closet, and head towards the door while trying to wrangle the coat on.

You hear the footsteps behind you growing closer and closer before you feel a hand close around your upper arm.

“What, Uncle Kento?” Frustration seeps into your words, tangling around them like wire.

“You’re not leaving. You haven’t even finished your dinner.*

“Fuck dinner! I’m not going to let you try and replace my dead father. You’re crazy! Insane!”

“Stop. Stop acting so irrational.”

You point your finger at his chest. “The only one being irrational here is you, jackass.”

You hear it before you feel it: the tidal wave that is the back of his hand. Skin and knuckles slamming into your cheek. His large paw makes the entire right side of your face feel swollen. You feel dizzy, brains rattled and sloshing around in your skull as you reach out to something for balance.

When all is clear and your eyes meet the stern gaze of Kento Nanami, you bite your quivering lip and stifle all emotions.

“Your crass language won’t be tolerated. Is that understood.”

You feel your jaw, your stinging cheek, even your temple as you glare directly up at him. “All I understand is that it seems like you’re not all that upset about your brother’s death.”

Grabbing you by the ear, Nanami drags you towards your room, but once he gets there, he doesn’t just stop. No, he continues over to your closet before shoving you into the dark space and locking it from the outside. He loves you. He needs to do this for you to respect him. He needs you to learn to call him “Dad” because he knows that this is what’s best for you. Soon enough, you’ll start to see things his way.

Banging on the door, you scream for him to let you out. All he does is shake his blonde head as he walks towards the exit of your room.

“There’s no use trying to run. This is your home now,” are his last words before shutting your door.

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rinhaler · 6 months

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Not me being an absolute slut for step dad Gojo and Uncle Nanami!?!? 😩 sharing is caring!

-Very Much Embarrassed Anon🫂

PERHAPS i got carried away but i hope u enjoy this !! luxe write something under 1k challenge: impossible x

warnings: 18+ MDNI, step/incest, fem!reader, step dad!gojo, uncle!nanamin, implied virgin!reader, threesome, vaginal sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, tit sucking, possessive!gojo, daddy kink, praise, pull out method, orgasm denial, noncon photo taking, slight oral fixation, hair pulling, face fucking.

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“You know you’re too young for boys, right?” your step-father reminds you, like it’s a mantra he’s told you again and again for years. It isn’t a suggestion or a thought he’s choosing to share. It’s an instruction. “I don’t want you to think because you’re all grown up and going to college now that you can be reckless.”

“I- I know, Satoru.” you smile at him.

Both of your attention is stolen as you hear your uncle, Kento, laugh out a scoff. He tries to conceal it as he ruffles his newspaper and drinks his coffee. You see your step-dad’s brows furrow in annoyance. Or, anger. He looks at you, again, and his expression softens.

“I know you’re a good girl, sweetheart.” he tells you, wrapping his arms around your form and placing a kiss atop your head. Nanami’s eyes peer over his newspaper, locking with yours. A knowing glance to each other before a smirk finds his features. He raises his newspaper, shielding his face completely as he tries to focus on reading.

He lets you go, reluctantly, as you pick up your college bag and grab your phone.

His expression sours as he sees you reach for your phone, smiling at a text message you received. He shouldn’t pry. He knows he shouldn’t pry. But he can’t seem to stop himself as he finds himself leaning across the kitchen island and snatching your phone from your hands. And now he scoffs, scrolling through your messages and looking at the name at the top.

“What did I just say?” he speaks, only an octave away from yelling at you. Your lip wobbles, and he keeps your phone at arm’s length as you try to grab for it. He tosses it towards the kitchen table so Kento can look for himself.

“He was just asking if I needed picking up for my classes, Satoru! You don’t need to worry…” you tell him. Of course this would happen. He’s always been stupidly over protective.

“Well you don’t, do you? That’s what I’m here for. Hell, I’m sure even Nanami would be happy to take you since he came all of this way to spend his off time visiting you.” Gojo reminds you. And you feel a slight pang of guilt at that. You know how hard your poor uncle Nanamin works. He could be on vacation, somewhere tropical, unwinding from the humdrum of his boring office job. But here he is, sitting reading the newspaper and listening to you two argue with each other. “In fact, you’re grounded. I’m keeping your phone and you can forget about going to class today.”

“But—!”

“Don’t whine, I’ll write you a note.” he adds, walking around the counterspace to collect your phone from Nanami. He finishes scrolling, locking it, though he keeps hold of it. “Go upstairs.”

You huff, but grab your bag and do as you’re told. It’s not like he can stop you from being online. You can talk to people on your laptop, after all. Though given the mood he’s in you suppose you’ll have to be stealthy about it.

“You’re too harsh on her.” Kento tells Satoru, earning another disgruntled glance from him. He closes his newspaper and rests an ankle over his knee as he leans back and drinks the remainder of his coffee. “She’s curious, you can’t do anything about that. It’s not like she’ll stay a virgin forever.”

“Tch. Spare me.” he laughs lightly. “You think I don’t know why you’re here? I hear you, you know, when you sneak into her room at night.”

And Gojo revels in how the colour drains from Nanami’s face. He sits upright, his back stiffened straight and he starts to loosen his tie. He should have known, really, it was too good to be true. He should have known he’d always get caught eventually. But by Satoru Gojo of all people?

“I haven’t…” he clears his throat. “It’s not what you think.”

“Sure.” Satoru rolls his eyes. “If I’m bein’ honest… I don’t really care. Who am I to stop you? I’m not blood… like you. Sick fuck.” he laughs, sitting down at the table and looking into Nanami’s panic-stricken eyes.

Your uncle rests his elbows on the table and holds his head in his hands. What is Gojo plotting? Blackmail of some kind, maybe. It’s not like he’s concealed his disapproval for his sisters relationship with him. He’s tolerated him, sure, but he’s a nuisance he thinks his family would be better off without.

“I don’t like this either.” he throws your phone towards the white-haired man and sighs. “But she doesn’t respect you, Satoru. She doesn’t even call you dad. I think she sees you as temporary, so of course she isn’t going to listen to you. Not really.”

“But…” he leans over the table with a smug grin. “She respects you, doesn’t she? Her favourite uncle. I don’t like college guys, I remember what we were like in college, I don’t want her around that.”

“No… maybe she won’t go searching for it if she’s better educated.”

Gojo’s brow quirks in intrigue, a sadistic smile soon follows.

“Who knew a corporate goon could be such a sick fuck, hah?” Gojo laughs, picking up Nanami’s coffee mug for him and walking it to the sink to clean. Nanami rolls his eyes, burying his reddening face in his newspaper again.

You feel a surge of fear stab through you as you hear footsteps climb up the stairs. You hide your laptop back into your bag and turn on your TV, hurrying to find something to watch as a cover. But when you hear a knock, you relax, Satoru never knocks.

“Come in!” you speak, happily, welcoming your favourite and only uncle Nanamin into your room. Though your heart sinks as your step-father follows, crossing your arms across your chest as you huff and pout petulantly.

“Don’t be like that…” Nanami speaks softly, sitting on the edge of your bed and resting his hand on your thigh. “We need to talk to you. And we want to ask you something.” he continues. Your pout fades, then, a slight feeling of anxiety creeps into you as you wonder if something serious has happened.

And Satoru sits on the edge of the bed, too, his beaming blue eyes almost pierce through your heart as he begins to explain. How he’s just worried about you because he knows from experience how college guys can be. How he’s your dad no matter what and he just wants the best for you. And he thinks you need a little help in the right direction on your journey of self-discovery.

“I know you’re a woman now, sweetheart, but you’re still daddy’s little girl. Yeah? So, let daddy help.”

“He- with what?” you blink at him, dumbly, and the delighted snarl on his face almost chills you to the bone. He doesn’t speak right away, so you look at Nanami. But it’s like he can’t bear to look at you as he sinks his head low with shame. “With what?” you ask again.

“Well, Nanami said you’re curious. So he’s been fucking you, right?”

“No!” you and your uncle yell simultaneously. Did he really tell your insufferable step-father something so personal?

“I told you, I haven’t slept with her. Don’t tease her or you’ll make things worse.” Nanami clarifies before he focuses his attention on you. “But you are curious, aren’t you? You’re getting attention from boys and you’re enjoying it, clearly. They aren’t good for you though, princess. They don’t know how to treat girls right.”

You hum, softly, as he pushes your legs apart, revealing your pink cotton panties to the two of them as they continue to talk you through their thought process. And the touch of your uncle Nanamin is your ultimate weakness. They both get a live response to his action as your pretty pussy starts to gift your panties with a dark, sticky patch between your dewy folds.

“Boys that age, sweetheart, they don’t know what they’re doing. Do you touch yourself? ‘m sure you do, I’m not naïve enough to think otherwise. But that means you like to cum, yeah? These college guys don’t care about that. They just want a little hole to cum in and defile. And we think you deserve better than that.” Satoru explains, his inquisitive fingers begin to prod at your puffy cunt, though you trap his hand between your plush thighs.

“Satoru…” you respond, bashfully.

“No.” he speaks, grabbing your thighs and pulling you down the bed and towards himself. He looks mad, but there’s no real malice behind it. Still your heart is pounding. “I’m your dad like he is your uncle. I’m not Satoru. Who am I?” he asks, reaching under your skirt to pull down your panties.

“D-Daddy… you’re daddy. ‘m sorry.” you whimper. Your eyes flutter as his long fingers invade your pretty, virgin walls. “Hng—!”

“Gooood girl.” he smiles as he begins to curl them upwards. “I slipped right on in, has uncle Kento gotten you used to taking his fingers?”

“Mhmm…” you blush. The man in question bends down to kiss you.

It’s sweet, though you find yourself grabby and desperate as you follow his lead. He pulls away to undress you, unbuttoning your shirt and then his own after throwing away his tie. He helps you out of your bra, and you instinctively go to cover your nipples as you remember who you’re actually in the company of. But Nanami doesn’t want that. He locks his fingers with yours, holding your hands above your head as he begins to suckle on them until they’re both puckered and raw.

“Sit her up, and sit behind her.” Satoru tells his brother-in-law. And of course he acquiesces. You’re moved like you’re weightless as your uncle sits behind you, his clothed cock pressing angrily into the curve of your spine as he continues to torment your tits. Satoru pulls his fingers out of your cunt and sucks them clean, smiling at how your eyes begin to sparkle with wonder as he puts on such a display. “Do not tell your mother about this, understand?”

You nod, obediently. You wouldn’t dream of telling her something so scandalous. Though it does fill you with a slight sense of pride as your Satoru makes it abundantly clear how desperately he’d longed to be the first person to explore your untouched core. He pulls down his trousers and you moan at his smooth, pink cockhead. Though right now it’s closer to an angry shade of red.

He really is desperate.

You wince, slightly, as he pushes his tip inside. Though he retracts it, coating his head in your wetness.

“Fuuuuck, you weren’t lyin’. You really never fucked her, huh Nanami?” Gojo chuckles as he pushes in deeper and deeper. Nanami slots his fingers into your mouth to suck on as you accommodate to the length. “Relax, baby. Clampin’ so much you’re gonna push me out.” he laughs shallowly, his thrusts matching as he begins to work you open.

“D-Daddy!” you gasp, back arching against Nanami’s chest before he pulls you back towards him.

“We’re so proud of you, princess.” Nanami shushes you, placing a kiss to your temple. You look at him with wide, trusting eyes, though he can’t really concentrate as his own fixate on the way your tits bounce with each thrust Gojo inflicts onto you. “Why don’t you show your dad how I taught you to suck cock, hm?”

“Oh? Now that I’d like to see.” Gojo smiles, pulling out of you briefly. The sound of your sticky walls echoes through the room as he pulls out. The men help you onto all fours, and your daddy slots himself right back into your tight heat. The adjusted angle makes you fall forward, your head lolling as he finds a nice little trigger inside of you. “Oh… there, huh? Okay, baby. I’ll fuck you right there.” Satoru tells you as he begins to fuck into you before slowing down.

Nanami takes his cock out of his briefs, tapping the tip against your swollen lips. They open, obediently, and you lick the precum he’s spilling directly from the source. Your hole flutters as he hisses, enamoured by the sensation.

“Perfect, princess. Such a good little girl for me.” Kento comments, and your heart beats harder. You’re almost robbed of all sense as Gojo pistons his hips into you, and he leans forward to grab your hair and wrap it into a makeshift ponytail.

“Now that I’m thinking about it, Kento, maybe we should teach her how college boys fuck. Since she wanted that experience so badly.” Satoru proposes, and Nanami considers it. He really considers it. And Gojo chuckles at that. “Go on… show her.”

Nanami nods, grabbing the sides of your head and fucking your face like you’re his own personal cocksleeve.

It’s relentless and dizzying and you don’t know how to settle. You can’t possibly as you’re ruined from both ends. There’s no reprieve, there’s no way to relax. You’re trembling and moaning and fuck you never knew sex could be so intense. Nanami is always calm and patient with you. But this isn’t that.

They’ve ran out of patience with you.

It doesn’t matter which way you try to retreat, you’re only encouraging the other one. More of Nanami’s cock down your throat and more of Gojo’s hitting your g-spot.

“W-We’ll have to get you on the pill, sweetheart.” Gojo tells you, but it’s more like he’s telling himself. He knows he can’t cum inside. He can’t, but fuck, he wants to. He fucking needs to. “College guys, they like- leaving their- mark.” he thrusts again and again until he’s on the very brink of blowing his load. But his life won’t be worth living if he knocks his cute little daughter up. His marriage will be over. He’ll lose everything.

And with that, he pulls out and coats your pussy lips with his sperm. The loss of feeling from inside makes you cry out around Nanami’s length, though you still can’t pull away from him as he continues to use your mouth as his own personal toy. You never knew your uncle Nanamin had this side to him.

He’s usually so sweet and patient.

He pulls out, too, depriving you of the taste of his cum and the chance to prove what a good girl you are. Though you take his load beautifully as he shoots soupy ropes across your pretty face. His heart skips a beat as your false lashes flutter and he realises a heavy glob stuck to them.

“College guys, sweetheart, might take pictures of you like this.” Satoru pulls his phone from his back pocket and takes a few photos of your quivering cunt. You’ve been neglected in the worst way, and it’s dawning on you now what he had meant by giving you the college experience. He tosses his phone to Nanami, encouraging him to do the same. Your innocent and betrayed face is captured so perfectly through the lens of the phone, Nanami’s pearly seed is the perfect colour for your complexion.

“College guys would send these around to their friends too, you know.” Nanami warns you.

“But we’ll just keep these between ourselves.” Satoru promises you. “I think it’s only fair we didn’t let you cum this time since you were so intent on disobeying your daddy.”

“I think she’s learnt her lesson, though, Satoru.” Nanami speaks, pulling your hair so that you can look up at him and he can identify if you dare to lie to him. “Fucking college boys doesn’t sound that fun anymore, does it? Say sorry, princess. Your dad might let you cum next time if you’re a good girl.”

You sniff, and hiccup, unsure of where to look.

“’m s-sorry, daddy.” you sniffle, Nanami releases your hair and allows you to look back at Gojo, a wild grin on his face.

“Awe… sweet.” Gojo smiles, circling the bed so he’s standing beside Nanami, both of their eyes bore down at you with an intensity you’ve never felt before. “I think we’re owed a thank you, we took the time to teach you such an important lesson, after all.”

“T-Thank you,” you sniff, again, “Thank you, d-daddy. Thank you, uncle Nanamin.”

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ellana-ravenwood · 2 years

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“My baby is scared of the blindfold” - Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : Yuji is surprised to see Gojo without his blindfold nor his sunglasses. The answer as to why he doesn’t wear them is...surprising.

First JJK fic woohoo. Haha. No worries peeps who follow for Batfam stuffs (so, most of y’all), next story will be a Batfam one ;). But today, wanted to write something a little different. Something short, too. Like, just having pure fun out of writing. Hope you’ll like it though :

Please, do not repost my stories anywhere else, under any other form, do not translate and then repost them either. Thank you.

My masterlists : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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This was...Not something Gojo ever planned.

His ultimate goal has always been to reform the jujutsu sorcerers, that’s why he became a teacher. He thought this was the only thing he wanted to do in life, after everything he’d been through.

His work, both as a teacher and as a jujutsu sorcerer, were his only prospect, his only future. He never envisioned doing anything else, settling down, or simply being happy.

And yet...

Yet he met you.

At first you hated him.

You thought he was arrogant (and he definitely is), sometimes downright mean with those he deemed “weak” (truth), and he was so damn loud and weird ! You even found him cruel in certain moments, he could truly be such a cold hearted bastard.

It took you a long time, to realize you were wrong about him. To know that he actually was a complex man, and everything wasn’t black or white.

He did misjudged you too, thought you were someone weak as you always hid your powers so your ennemies could underestimate you. And even worst : he thought you were someone who was on principal Gakuganji’s side.

And oh you were not. You also became a teacher to train those kids to fight against cursed spirits. Learn how to fight, to save them, in a way. You were most definitely against killing one of those kids, even if he was Sukuna Ryomen’s host.

Yuji quickly grew on you too, that boy had such a kind heart.

Yes. Things between you and Gojo started in a really bad way. Yet, here you were, years after your first meeting, in love, and with a three months old baby !

A little son. To whom you’ll one day tell the story of how you and Gojo met, and fell in love. But for now, for now this was no such story. No.

This is the story of how soft the mighty Gojo Satoru actually is...

Especially with his baby son.

This side of him is privy only to those who know him. To those he cares about. It wasn’t difficult to find that side though, you just had to look past his weirdness, loudness, and arrogance.

But it was definitely there.

Gojo cared. So much. And he would never hesitate to kill or die, for those he loved.

Risking it all so he doesn’t cry

Of course, Yuji was one of the first person ever who met little (Your son’s name) (A/N : Will be shortened in (Y/S/N) from now on). It made sense, really. Megumi and Nobara were there too.

Nobara was in awe of your baby, which didn’t surprise anyone. She went on a shopping spree for him, and he had now more clothes than you.

What was more surprising, however, is how much Megumi smiled around him. You were pretty sure he didn’t realize it himself, but whenever the young Fushiguro would see your little one, he’d beam.

There were no other words. He would simply turn into a ray of sunshine whenever he saw (Y/S/N). Yuji and Nobara too, but it wasn’t the same. You were used to see these two smile. But Megumi ? Yes. Your son was definitely special.

Those three, as your Gojo’s students, were almost like older siblings to your baby. And honestly, if he had Yuji Itadori, Nobara Kugisaki, and Megumi Fushiguro on his side, and given the fact THE Gojo Satoru was his dad, you were pretty sure your son’s life would never truly be in danger.

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It was immediately noticeable, that Gojo was wearing no sunglasses nor any blindfolds. It basically never happened outside of a battlefield. It’s the first thing they saw.

And his answer as to why ?

“It’s scaring him.”

Not wearing the eyewear and risking spending too much energy...just because when he does wear his blindfold or sunglasses, it scares his baby.

“He couldn’t stop crying the first time he saw me with them. I took them off, and he was fine again...”

You weren’t sure if it was because he couldn’t recognize his dad, or because he just had an obsession with his eyes, but whenever Gojo would put on any sort of eyewear in front of your son, the little boy would burst into tears and try to squirm away from his dad.

And it distraught Gojo quite a bit. He hated feeling rejected, and it was even worst when it was by someone he loved so deeply.

So, what if he spend too much energy at times, if it could avoid any distress to his son ? And to himself ?

He hated hearing him cry. He hated anything causing any sort of pain to him. He hated-

Ah. Anything. Anything to stop little (Y/S/N) from feeling sad, scared, or anything of the sort. And so when he was holding his son, Gojo never hid his eyes.

The softness of which would be mocked by so many, yet admired by you. Damn. You loved that man...

Born from love

(Y/S/N) was born from intense love. He was wanted. He was welcomed in this world by two parents who eagerly waited for him.

Which neither you nor Gojo ever thought would happen.

He never intended to be happy, willing to sacrifice his own life for his cause, willing to live only to destroy curses. And you ? Never imagined yourself ending up with him.

Yet it happened.

You fell in love.

You fell in deep.

The both of you.

There were no Gojo without (Y/N), and vice versa. Not anymore. Neither of you could imagine a life without the other one in it. It was impossible. It was unbearable.

Unlivable.

When you got pregnant, everyone was happy for you two (except Yuji, who, for a while, couldn’t get over the fact that it meant Gojo had sex...).

But the happiest of them all, where you and him.

“This life is the most precious. I will always protect you...”

He said, when he first held his son. One of the few time you saw tears in his eyes.

You both overcame so many hardships, before being there, in love, and with a child. You both went through so much, yet you found each other.

Through the pain, the loneliness, the weight of being a jujutsu sorcerer on your shoulder...You found each other.

And sometimes, you felt like your entire relationship culminated with the birth of your son. It was as if he gave new meaning to the World, as if there was so much more to things than you originally thought.

For Gojo, the birth of his son was Earth shattering. It shook him to his very core. Gave him a new perspective on life. And made his heart feel like it was going to explode, a sentiment he only ever had when around you.

Ah. Yes. Happiness, could be such an overwhelming feeling, to someone who never thought he could have it.

Sukuna Ryomen, number one simp of the new Satoru

“AH I FEEL POWER IN THAT LITTLE THING !! I want to eat it.”

You jumped a little in the air. Ugh. You were never going to get used to Sukuna randomly making his mouth appear on Yuji’s cheeks or hands (or anywhere really), and speaking directly to you.

You knew Yuji had full control (well...) of him, and was the perfect host for Sukuna, so you didn’t worry about him actually eating your son. But this was definitely not something very reassuring to ear.

It wasn’t very reassuring either, that he detected any power in your infant son...

It wasn’t long after he was born, that Sukuna showed up for the first time, mainly out of curiosity.

Gojo immediately entered “protective dad mode”, and almost annihilated Yuji, only stopping himself when he realized that young Itadori was one of his protégé, of course.

It was as if whenever your son’s safety was on the line in any way, Gojo lost all capacity to think, and just turned into a killing machine only having “protecting baby” on his mind.

“Or maybe I won’t eat him, maybe I will wait. There is promise, in this little thing’s future. He’s almost as interesting and promising as Fushiguro.”

Words that definitely did not reassure you, but that filled Gojo with pride. Ah, but even him, would dread the days his son would become one of the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer that ever lived.

Yuji called Sukuna a “simp”, which you weren’t sure what it meant, but it angered the cursed spirit so much that you were sure it was overtly mocking him. Which you quite enjoyed.

Sukuna was simping for your son.

...

You weren’t sure if it was a good thing or not.

Uncle Nanamin

One of Gojo’s favorite hobby, was to annoy Kento Nanami.

Beyond the fact the two were close friends, although they loved to pretend they weren’t, there was almost a brotherly bond between them.

A bond though, which always remained fragile...After what happened with Geto, Gojo had a hard time considering someone a friend again...But that was another story.

Long story short, knowing how close they were, and knowing the fact you and Nanami had always been good friends, it made sense that your baby would see a lot of him.

“Oooh, and who’s that (Y/S/N) ? It’s uncle Na-Na-Miiiin, say helloooo !”

Your son LOVED Nanami. He would always scream gleefully, and reach his little arms to him so he would pick him up.

And although Kento wouldn’t admit it that easily...He adored your son. He often said that the little one’s only flaw was that “his dad is Gojo”, which never failed to make you laugh.

"The Future of the Clan”

From the day he was born, your son was destined to be the next “Gojo Satoru”...Part of you secretly wished he wouldn’t have any power. That he wouldn’t inherit anything.

But you all received a prophecy, and you knew just as there was a “Gojo Era”, there would be a “(Y/S/N) era”, which you greatly dreaded.

“Like father, like son”, they say.

As a result of everyone knowing your little one was fated to accomplish great things, Gojo became even more overprotective than he would’ve been otherwise.

The first person to notice that (and to suffer the consequence of it), was principal Gakuganji :

“Don’t even look at him, old man.”

He said, hiding your baby in his coat. Refusing to show him to the Kyoto school principal.

Gojo decided that, if his son was destined to be great, he didn’t need to grow up like he did. He would never admit it, of course, but the pressure of being his clan’s greatest pride and hope, and to grow up in such an environment...He hated it.

Probably was one of the reason he often hid behind a wall of insolence, oversized ego, and confidence.

As a result of this decision, he made sure his son would meet certain people as late as possible. Including principal Gakuganji, who still wanted to kill Yuji anyway and in whom your Gojo had absolutely no trust.

Some people thought he was exaggerating, and sheltering his son too much. Some people obviously didn’t know Gojo, and you felt like you had to remind them of an important, and quite recent, fact :

“Careful, remember that time he wanted to massacre the entire council because they got Yuji “killed”, and he didn’t even know the boy that well at that moment ? Imagine what he’d do to you if you hurt his son in any way.”

“Uh ? He was joking that time right ? He didn’t actually think about killing everyone right ?” Yuji asked, as he always thought Gojo was just being his silly old self when he said that.

You gave him a meaningful look. How adorable, that he truly thinks your Gojo was joking.

Because truth was, he would destroy everything and anyone in his way, if it meant protecting someone he cared for. And he could definitely wreak havoc while seeking vengeance...

Dada

Gojo was good at everything. That’s why he never really did much, because he wanted to give “the future generation a chance”...Right. Regardless of that, whenever he tried something, he was amazing at it. He never failed before. Up until...today.

Because right now, he was clearly failing at trying to get your son to say “dada”.

Now, “mama” ? He had been saying that since a little while. But dada...

“Say Dada, come on (Y/S/N), daaadaaa.”

“Mama !”

“Nooooo, dada, say-”

“Mamaaaaa !”

It was almost as if your son was taunting him. As if he was purposefully taunting him. You honestly questioned it, because the boy kept looking intently at his dad, and then gleefully screamed “mama” each time he’d say “say dada”.

You found it hilarious.

Gojo, on the other hand, had a hard time living with that failure.

He did not rest up until your son finally said : “dada”.

Problem was, when he finally said it, he was pointing at...Nanami.

Overwhelming happiness

Sometimes, you’d walk in on Gojo singing lullabies to your son. Or telling him bed time stories. Thinking he was all alone.

He always looked at him right in the eye, and it’s as if those eyes, those powerful eyes, were soothing to your baby.

Hence hating the sunglasses or blindfolds. Although, with time, he did get use to the sunglasses, but he’d always cry if his dada was wearing the blindfold while holding him...

Gojo wasn’t always sure how to handle this intense feeling of love and happiness. It almost felt like...A new kind of energy.

As if not wearing anything on his eyes was ok, because being around you, around his son, feeling loved and loving in return, gave him more energy than he lost.

Yes. Yes.

Gojo Satoru was a happy man.

To be continued.

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And here we are. Written fast, out of pure enjoyment. Nothing too deep eh. But I sure hope you liked it :). Comments/reblogs of course always welcomed. And..Here we are. See you soon with another story ! (most likely Batfam).

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v3ry-cherry · 2 years

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every time I hear another story of cheating I only feel disgust and can't think about any other man but Nanami Kento cause he WOULD NEVER

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owoshrike · 5 days

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in light of recent events, now I'm REALLY inspired to write some dadkuna and baby yuuji

#jjk spoilers #seriously if youre not caught up IGNORE THIS #all the cute unckuna art ive been seeing makes my heart swell yo ;u;#and i know hes more “uncle” than dad but i love both ideas sm #what i wanna write follows my little gojo x nanami flower shop au so i could still change sukuna to uncle technically #but idk dadkuna hits too THEY BOTH DO MAN

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murderofravens · 8 months

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how i sleep at night knowing i just used the character ai bot of nanami being my father as a means to heal my trauma and inner child (i have severe father issues and only nanami kento as my father can fix them)

#jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #Nanami kento x reader #those and gojo being my cool uncle or teacher.. yeah #jjk

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mr-legoman · 3 months

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My spike chunsoft and Pokemon figures.

#Look I don't have a Kyoko figure so Aiba counts #spike chunsoft #danganronpa #ai: the somnium files #pokemon #master detective archives: rain code #makoto naegi #aiba #iris sagan #mizuki date #yuma kokohead #pikachu #Giratina #chiaki nanami #Makoto his wife Aiba and their kids #You can see the weird uncle Ryuki in the background

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chaterbox1237 · 1 month

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YESTERDAY WAS CHIAKI’S BIRTH DAY WTF???how do I keep barely missing my faves birthdays.

#Danganronpa #chiaki nanami #happy birthday chiaki #if my uncle didn’t accidentally kidnap my sketchbook I’d draw you

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beneaththetangles · 2 months

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Valentine’s Day is tomorrow and our reviewers at Reader’s Corner have reviews of romantic volumes prepared just for the occasion! Like a story about a clone who falls in love with the former fiancé of her now-deceased progenitor. Hmm…well what about a brother who is starting to fall for his new stepsister? Wait. Is that all we’ve got here? Well, while we encourage you to read our reviews of these releases featuring unusual compositions, we’ve also got plenty of more usual (and sometimes excellent fare), like love triangles coming to a head and reincarnation, isekai, and alternate universes stories. Click the links below to hop to our reviews of these volumes!

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7FATES: CHAKHO (Vol. 1) • Days with My Stepsister (Vol. 2) • The Deer King: Yuna and the Promised Journey (Vol. 2) • Kowloon Generic Romance (Vol. 6) • Medaka Kuroiwa Is Impervious to My Charms (Vol. 2) • Minami Nanami Wants to Shine (Vol. 3) • My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected @ comic (Vol. 20) • A Reincarnated Witch Spells Doom (Vol. 3) • Uncle from Another World (Vol. 9) • Unholy Blood (Vol. 1)

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seven-little-constellations · 1 year

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No thoughts just Loid Forger and Nanami Kento being long lost cousins some how

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #spy x family #sxf #loid forget #actually loid would probably nanami’s uncle or smth but the point still stands

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thecuriousquest · 5 months

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Don’t Close Your Eyes

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @palesweetscherryblossom @chickennugnugnug @murderofravens

Warnings: Platonic yandere themes, hurt/comfort, vomiting, painful migraines, Gojo is kind of a bad dad, Gojo obsesses over his daughter’s beauty

Summary: Your father, Satoru Gojo, gives you everything you want. What will happen when something you want breaks one of his very few rules? (Featuring Uncle Nanami)

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You love your father with all of your heart, but it’s really hard to be his daughter sometimes. He spoils you rotten. You want ice cream or mochi for breakfast? Cookies for dinner? You got it. The most expensive sushi for lunch? Say no more. You want that really expensive necklace and designer outfit? Done.

He wraps you up in the thickest of blankets and carries you through life. If he had things his way, he’d make sure you didn’t even have to put a toe on the ground. You’ve never been confronted with any real world issues thanks to your doting pops, but you feel as though you’re living inside of a shell.

However, having inherited the Six Eyes from him, you suffer not only from an overprotective father, you also suffer from violent migraines due to oversensitivity and overstimulation of the senses. You’re extremely light sensitive. Even the dullest fraction of light can trigger a headache.

This being said, your daddy doesn’t allow you to cover your eyes…ever. He says, “They’re too beautiful to cover up” or “Why would you even think about hiding something I gave you?” You can’t even convince him to buy you those really dark sunglasses where no light can pass through.

You often find yourself trying to cut up towels for makeshift blindfolds just so you can get some sleep, but you’re only lightly scolded by your father and told not to “play with scissors” despite being fourteen years old.

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Satoru comes home from a mission, greeting Nanami as he asked the blonde sorcerer to keep an eye on you while he was gone.

“How was she? Who am I kidding? She was perfect, wasn’t she?”

“No, she was not. She was crass and rude because she was in pain the entire time. She cursed me out more times than I care to tell, and she barely ate, and what she did eat, she threw up. Gojo, you have to do something about her migraines because whenever I come over to watch her, I end up getting them as well.”

The lanky man’s jaw hangs wide open as he listens to Nanami’s speech. After a minute of processing, he drops the bag of souvenirs on a nearby table and huffs a fatherly sigh.

“Are you sure it’s her? I mean, you could just be incapable of looking after her.”

“It’s not her, Gojo. It’s you,” Nanami states as he picks up his bag. “I’m leaving now. She’s upstairs in her room crying her eyes out because you refuse to do anything about her oversensitivity.”

With that said, Kento brushes past Satoru and leaves the Gojo household.

Satoru trails up the stairs, bag in hand, and knocks on the door twice. When he receives no response, only hearing you choking on sobs, he opens the door to see you shaking under the covers. He strides over to you, pulling the blanket back so that he can see you holding your head with your eyes squeezed shut. Placing the bag on the floor, your dad takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Hey, there’s my pretty girl. Uncle Nanami told me you were having a bad day. Tell me what’s going on.”

“Hurts!” Is all you can bite out with the amount of pain you’re in. You curse yourself for even speaking because your skull is pounding from all of the noise. “Please, Daddy, make it stop!”

He shushes you, pulling you up towards his chest so that you can cry into his shoulder.

“We could try a sedative?”

“Those don’t fucking work! You can’t do anything right! God, you’re fucking useless!” You grip his shirt and blow tears and snot into it as you wail at him in a fit of pain and teenage rage.

Gojo, being used to the cursing, only rolls his eyes. He can’t scold you right now. It wouldn’t help anyway. You wouldn’t even be able to focus on a lecture at the moment. Instead, he holds you closer and presses a kiss against your hair.

“Daddy, please…covering my eyes…it’s the only thing that works.” You flinch when the migraine feels like a brick has been smashed against the back of your head.

“You know the rules. I want to be able to see your gorgeous face every day. You’re my sunshine, sweetie. Your eyes are so beautiful.”

“Fuck you! Uncle Nanami lets me cover my eyes!”

“Well, then, Uncle Nanami isn’t going to be able to watch you anymore.”

You shake your head slightly, desperately. “I…No, you can’t do that. Daddy, please, I want to see Uncle Nanami!”

Gojo lowers his glasses and looks at you. “I’m your father, so I can do whatever I want. These headaches are just a phase. You’ll grow out of them. You don’t need to cover your eyes. I never wore them as a child. You didn’t have these migraines as a little kid, so you’ll probably get over them at some point. You just need to-”

The storm in your head causes violent waves to crash against your skull, rattling the ship that is your brain. Blood rages in your ears, and you can only hear your father’s voice in a low hum before succumbing to nausea for the fourth time today.

Throwing your blanket off of you and reaching for the trashcan that’s right by your bed, you hurl into the black plastic bin that’s almost half full of your bile and stomach contents. Gojo looks into it and can clearly see that Nanami had made you fish for dinner.

Your father does his best to try and comfort you, rubbing your back as you vomit water and whatever else your stomach can wretch. Coughing signals an end to your regurgitation, and you put the trash bin down on the floor in front of you.

Calmly now, with no heat or bite behind your words, you look away from your father and ask, “Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?”

You hate to ask him for this after being so angry with him, but a comforting presence next to you can sometimes help with your migraine induced insomnia. It can sometimes even dull the headaches to a certain extent.

“Of course. Anything for my little girl.”

Lying down, you rub your temples as Satoru trails the tips of his fingernails up and down your back. Being emotionally drained and physically exhausted, as well as having your father sit right beside you, it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep.

As Gojo watches his precious angel close her eyes, he runs his fingers through your hair and smiles. You’re finally asleep and looking peaceful. If you had eye coverings on, he wouldn’t be able to see the whites of your lashes curving as you enter a dream.

He knows in his heart that he’s doing the right thing.

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rinhaler · 5 months

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hii <3 more uncle nanami please? extra smutty hehe <33

still can't get over how much everyone likes uncle nanamin tbh agjdkshlgadsg, enjoy x

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, incest, sex toys, squirting, age gap, manipulation, forced orgasm, ddlg esque.

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“What’s in the bag, uncle Nanamin?” you ask, blinking up at him so sweetly as he sits on the edge of your bed. He hands it to you, it’s a glittery pink gift page, and your eyes widen with excitement. “For me?” you ask, taking it from him.

“For you, sweetheart.” he nods, watching as you take a long, gift wrapped box out of the bag. You look at him for permission to open it, to which he nods, again. It’s wrapped so meticulously, which doesn’t surprise you in the least. Your uncle is so precise about every little detail. So you try and offer the same in return. You don’t tear into the wrapping paper, you do all you can to open it with minimal ripping. He sees how your eyes widen with fear when the object comes into view, and he strokes his thumb over your thigh. “Don’t be scared.” he tells you.

“I-It’s big…” you tell him, looking at the size of the box and the white Hitachi wand printed on the front. “Is this… a sex toy?” you ask him, innocently. He smiles at that, leaning forward to plant a kiss on your forehead.

He nods, again.

You open the box to reveal the toy, and it’s bigger than you could have imagined. You pull out the wire and plug it into the extension plug down the side of your bed. He watches you, like you’re a child opening gifts on Christmas day. And he chuckles when you turn on the wand and feel how powerful the vibrations are.

You meet his stare again, gulping heartily when you feel out of your depth.

“I— uncle Nanamin…” you pout.

“Awe, you don’t get it?” he asks, and you shake your head. He stands up and locks your bedroom door. He knows you’re home alone but he isn’t willing to take the risk. He’s thankful for his upstanding gentleman exterior, and he’s even more thankful that the rest of the family seems to fall for it. Even you, to an extent. It’s the perfect cover for him to spend this time alone with you. Corrupting you with each visit and moulding you into his perfect little girl.

“Do I use it on my… my…” you feel your skin sear with warmth as you flush with embarrassment, unable to bring yourself to complete your sentence.

“Your little pussy? Yes, sweetheart.” he finishes it for you. His fingers hook under your t-shirt, pulling it over your body to reveal a pretty, blue push up bra beneath. He reaches around behind you and unhooks it, your breasts spilling free as they’re bared to him. He hisses, quietly, enamoured by the sight.

“It’s scary…” you tell him.”

“No, no it’s not scary,” he continues. He pulls you further down the bed until you’re flat on your back. He pulls at your shorts and commands you to lift your ass so he can remove them fully. You’d decided to forgo any panties. You know they don’t stay on your body for long when your uncle is in town. “Gonna make you feel nice… I’ll show you.”

He takes the wand from your hand and puts it down for a moment. You’re already dripping wet for him, he supposes it’s some sort of pavlovian response to his voice at this point. He never fails to find you dripping whenever he sneaks into your room.

Your thighs are pushed into your chest until your knees are by your ears. He traces a finger from your slick clit down to your clenching little hole, his fingers ghosting the entrance until he pulls away completely.

He smirks when you jolt at the sound of the toy coming to life. Your whole body shakes as he teases your inner thighs with it.

“Remember I told you I want to see you make a mess for me one day? This will help.” he reminds you.

“Will it hurt, uncle Nanamin?” you ask him, your body trembles as the vibrations surge through you.

“No, it’ll feel nice. Really nice. It’s just tickling you now, right?” he asks, and you nod, agreeing. “Well. How about now…” he questions, lowering the large vibrating head to your cunt. And the moan you let out is raucous when he finds the perfect angle on your clit.

He covers your mouth, demanding that you be quiet. You’re home alone, yes, but that isn’t to say your family won’t come home sooner rather than later. His eyes are strict, but compassionate all at once. You’re humming, loudly, and dampening his palm as you try to wriggle away from the toy.

“Don’t fight it. Don’t fight me.” he tells you, moving his hand slightly to give you the chance to respond. “It’s good. Isn’t it?”

“Too much!” you yell, “too much f’me!” you cry you, earning his palm sealing your lips again.

“Be quiet.” he warns you, strictly again. “You don’t want to get in trouble, do you? You’ll like it when you cum, so be a good girl and take it.” he commands, turning the vibration setting up a notch.

Your eyes fill with tears and your body convulses wildly. This is nothing, he thinks. And yet, you’re flailing around like this? Your screams are muffled by his large hand, but he longs to drink up every decibel of their true volume. His pants begin to tent and strain and he relishes in the sight of the cutest forbidden fruit he’s ever head the pleasure of handling.

He turns the notch up, one last time.

Your eyes cross and you swear your heart stops beating. You’re cursing, though he’ll never know, as he presses the wand hard onto your firm clit.

“That’s it, good girl, cum for me.” he encourages you, adding the slightest pressure yet again to your trembling clit. “Make a mess of the toy. Make a mess of me. Wanna see, so show me, princess.”

And you can’t resist a direct order from your favourite uncle. You begin spasming, your cunt twitching as you cum. And it’s the hardest orgasm you’ve ever felt. And you feel happy, you think, when you realise how elated your uncle is upon seeing your pussy gush out a fountain of liquid for him.

Your sheets are ruined, completely soaked and you can’t think of anything worse than doing laundry after how spent your little cunt is. But he’ll do the laundry. He’d never expect you to do something so menial because of his demands.

He’s thrilled to see you’re capable of such a feat. His trousers are equally as ruined as the sheets below and he hopes he’ll have time to change before the family returns from their shopping trip.

“Good girl, pretty fucking pussy…” he speaks, though you aren’t sure if he’s talking to you or directly to your cunt. He pulls upward on your skin until the hood of your clit raises, putting more pressure on your overworked pearl. You yelp, helplessly, trying again to escape the feeling. “Sorry, princess, got carried away.” he switches off the toy.

He holds you in his arms for what feels like a lifetime as you try and process what just happened. You’re so wet. And you feel cold. But the warmth of his body caressing yours is enough to feel better.

“D-Do I… can I keep it?” you wonder.

“Yes.” he nods, “If you liked it, it’s yours.”

“Will you use it again? I-It was nice… so nice…”

“Of course.” he smiles, kissing the crown of your head. “And while I’m gone you can use it on yourself. You can make yourself cum whenever you like when I’m not here.”

What you like about your uncle Nanami is how considerate he is when it comes to you. But what he likes most about you is how easy to manipulate you are. You’ll become addicted to that wand and associate it with him. He’s never been worried about you straying and wanting to fuck other guys when he isn’t around. But he wants to be careful. He wants to make sure you remember who you belong to. You need to remember the only man who should make you cum like that.

What’s wrong with a man giving a gift to his favourite niece, anyway?

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