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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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“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 :
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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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mie, do you have any hcs about satoru's kid(s) having to "parent" him more than he should be to them lmao
LMFAO listen, Satoru is a good dad, and his kids look up to him and follow his lead a lot—but the one thing they school him in is confronting and talking about his feelings. They’re not actively trying to council him, of course, the twins are only four afterall, but whether they realize it or not they’re a pretty good influence on him; all the “why” questions they ask lead both them and Satoru to talking about things he didn’t even think he felt or needed to vocalize :(( it’s actually kind of precious :(( even if he’s soundboarding with some kids
Like, they’re watching a movie or something together right, something they’ve seen before which is why when Satoru starts mumbling about two of the characters, the older of the twins turns right in his lap and says, “Daddy you always talk at this part.”
“No I don’t!” he quick to taunt, turning to the other twin at his side for backup, but he agrees with his brother. Satoru pouts, “Maybe, whatever. I don’t like this part.”
“Why?” the one of the left prompts, looking up at his dad. Satoru frowns; those eyes are his own, and they’re staring right into his soul.
“I just don’t,” he hums, hoping to satisfy the curious children. It doesn’t—and it doesn’t help that they’re twins, because Satoru swears they’ve got some kind of telepathic communication going on with the way they look at each other, then back at him and ask again in unison: “Why?”
“Because, they just leave Tinkerbell behind. That’s not very nice,” Satoru confesses, once again hoping his explanation satiates the twins.
The boy in his lap blinks. Satoru knows he’s in for it. “But they come back for Tinkerbell,” he reminds his father, shuffling around in his lap to rest his head against Satoru’s chest, “That’s nice, daddy.”
“But it’s not nice when they leave her,” Satoru pouts, “It wouldn’t feel good if your brother left you behind, right?”
“Oh,” the other twin gapes, “Does it make you sad?”
“No,” Satoru scoffs, but his tone is too defensive—makes the kids even more curious, and again he’s got two sets of wide eyes staring at him and asking, “Why?”
He sighs, gentler, more honest, “Maybe a little.”
A moment passes where they’re all quiet. Satoru’s not sure of what to say next, worried he might have made the twins upset, when the eldest of the two nuzzles his head against his chest and gently grabs his shirt, “I would be sad like Tinkerbell, I think—I think I’m already sad when you and mommy leave when we go to school.”
“Mommy says it’s okay to have missing feelings,” his brother pipes in.
“Your mother is right,” Satoru chimes in, a nostalgic grin forming on his lips, “We miss you guys, too. Work is not as fun as school.”
The boy by his side frowns, “You work at a school, daddy.”
Satoru chuckles, moves his arm to pat his head, “Yeah, but I work with big kids, not cute little kids like you two.”
The kid giggles under his father’s affection, and for good measure, Satoru squeezes the boy on his lap and little closer to him, too. He smiles too, wiggling around to tuft more of Satoru’s shirt into his small fist.
“Are the big kids nice?”
“Of course!” Satoru grins, “You know that—you’ve met them before. Aren’t Maki and Yuuji and their friends super nice?”
“Oh, yeah,” his son blinks; then smiles, “Yuuji is super nice.”
“Yuuji is the best,” the other twin pipes, “I like Nobara, too—and I like Toge because he gives me piggy back rides.”
“Me, too, I like Toge, too! And, and—and Yuuta because Yuuta does the best pushes on the swings.”
“Does he now?” Satoru questions with a smile.
He gets a nod of confirmation, “Yuuta is really nice. He always gives me more snack, but Yuuji is my favorite.”
“Oh? Yuuji is your favorite? Not me or mommy?” Satoru teases. Both the boys claw at him, talking over each other in exclamations of—“No, you and mommy are the best, too!” and “You’re my favorite favorite!”
He accepts the proclamations with many kisses, genuinely happy to have both his boys in his arms. Satoru kisses both of their heads before they settle back down. They’ve missed a good portion of the movie talking, but neither them seem to mind. Satoru isn’t watching much of it any more himself, busy with thinking about how he’s blessed with such perceptive and intelligent little kids.
“Daddy,” a small voice breaks through his thoughts; Satoru turns to his side, “Are you still sad?”
Satoru purses his lips. He wonders just how much they catch onto—or, perhaps, if he was never that good at hiding it to begin with.
“No,” he answers honestly, “You boys make me very happy.”
His soon looks up at him with a toothy grin. Satoru expects another question, maybe even a—“You make us happy, too, daddy!”—but nothing could have prepared him for what his son says next:
“Hey, daddy, doesn’t Nanamin look like Tinkerbell?”
#anonymous#satoru: i’ve got my feelings under control#satoru’s twins: daddy it’s okay to have big feelings i have them all the time !#satoru with tears in his eyes and wobbling lips bc two four year olds are schooling him in emotional intelligence#poor uncle ken LMFAO#btw you TRIED to make uncle ken his official nickname but between satoru and yuuji ofc nanamin is what sticks#sometimes uncle nana#satoru x reader#gojo x reader#satoru.ask
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#he is my favorite nanami cosplay simply on vibes alone#like nanamin is genuinely just somebody’s uncle#video#tik tok#jujustu kaisen#nanami kento
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hii, hope im not bothering uu!!
my brain is obsessed with ur daddy gojo ficsss!! 🤭🤭 just a thought though. what if gojo brought his kid to work since reader couldnt hire a babysitter and had work to do!! 😱😱 kid can be a baby or like, 7-10?? or something? (idrc i jus need to feed my head with more dad gojo fics 😔😔, kid can be a girl or boy!!) hopee u have a nice dayyy!! ❤❤
missing – gojo satoru x f!reader
a/n: I wrote the kid being around 5 or 6 max, I think?? hope you like this as well! <3
you are standing at the door, checking over everything with your husband, "satoru, you got the toys?"
like the proud and confident dad he is, he replies with ease, "yep."
"the snacks?"
“of course,” he grins, pulling up the bag of snacks and toys to show you.
but you’re still stressing, "what about—“
"wifey, relax!” he starts rubbing your shoulders soothingly; “I got everything she needs. you have nothing to worry about,” he presses a loud kiss to your cheek.
"last time you said that, you teleported with d/n to the maldives."
he laughs loudly, before pulling you into a big hug, "aww, babe; I said I am sorry,” he is swaying the both of you, “you know I wanted you to be with us."
"that's not the point!"
"oh wowie, look at the time!” he looks at his fake watch and starts gently pushing you towards the car, “you’re gonna be late sweetheart."
"oh god!" you gasp, quickly giving satoru his goodbye kiss, and running to your daughter to give her own goodbye peck on the cheek as well, “I will miss you; take care of dada, okay?”
“aren’t I the one who is supposed to do that taking care part?!”
“bye ‘toru; bye d/n! love you!”
“love you too!” they both reply in unison before looking each other in the eye. satoru grins at her, “do you want to see uncle nanami?”
“nanamin!” she squeals then runs to god knows where.
soon, they finally get to jujutsu tech.
it took longer than usual because the little missy ran off and decided to play hide and seek. in addition to that, since the madlives incident, you banned satoru from teleporting with d/n because it gets her really dizzy and she starts puking.
so like the common people, he takes a car and has to wait till they arrive there. he wants to grumble, but, at least, his princess is there to play with him and make conversations.
they are finally in class when nobara coos, crouching down in front of d/n, “oh, you’re so cute!”
the little girl grins, “thank you!”
“also, I love your dress!”
“oh; thank you!” d/n gasps and starts twirling around, “mommy picked it for me! It’s so pretty, right?” nobara nods eagerly at her and it makes d/n giggle.
d/n pauses for a moment, a pout on her face and eyes get teary, and looks at satoru, “mommy…”
satoru pats her head, “we will see her soon; don’t worry.”
“wow; I am surprised you’re acting like a proper dad,” megumi comments, waving at d/n who grins back at him.
swiftly, yuuji defends his teacher’s pride, “hey! sensei is a great dad!”
d/n starts swinging her arms around and running in place like she is preparing for something. soon. it is revealed what she is waiting for. the door opens and she launches herself at the new guest, “nanamin!”
nanami effortlessly catches her and secures his hold on her, “d/n, that was dangerous; what if you got hurt?”
she looks down with yet another pout, “I know…’am sorry. just missed you.”
nanami sighs before patting her head, “it’s alright,” a tiny smile creeps up, “are you having fun so far?”
she nods happily and starts rambling about how cool nobara is or how much fun yuuji is to be around. meanwhile, satoru is standing in a corner with his arms crossed and grumbling, “that’s my daughter, you know.”
“imagine losing your daughter’s affection to someone else,” megumi pops up from behind satoru.
he retorts with no hesitation, “imagine not having a father.”
satoru looks petrified at megumi who is so very offended. satoru starts mini-panicking, “wait—megumi, I was kidding!”
“divine dogs.”
satoru shrieks and d/n squeals, pointing at him, “minmin, daddy’s playing with ‘gumi’s dogs!”
nanami averts his attention to gojo playing (read: being attacked). he nods slowly at the suffering man, “he is having so much fun; isn’t he?”
“yay!” she throws her arms in the air.
nobara snaps a picture of d/n, “she’s adorable!”
yuuji sobs beside her, “I know right?!”
that was at the beginning of the day, but, right now, satoru has to attend a meeting for some reason with the higher-ups, including yaga. though, it hardly counts as a proper one considering that satoru laid out d/n toys so she can play with him.
“daddy, you’re not supposed to give him the green shirt; he needs the blue one.”
satoru quickly obeys, “yes ma’am,” and he changes the doll into his fabulous blue outfit. d/n giggles and holds his face to kiss his cheek.
one of the higher-ups clears his throat, “refrain from such disrespectful behavior during the meeting, gojo.”
satoru smiles humorlessly at the elder, “last time I checked, my daughter’s happiness is a lot more important than the nonsense you spout every single time.”
d/n carefully makes her way down the table and pulls on satoru’s pants, “daddy, toilet, please.”
“this was a fun meeting!” he beams, collecting d/n’s toys in her bag, “I have more urgent matters to attend to so adieu!” he mock bows, before bending to pick his daughter up, “let’s go princess.”
the door closes after satoru and d/n leave, and everyone looks at yaga. he takes a deep breath, “listen, that's his daughter. asking him not to pamper her is like asking a cat to let go of her kittens. you will get bit.”
time passes and satoru is chilling with d/n in the common room. she is laying on his lap and curled around herself. she groggily looks up to him, “when are we going to see mommy?”
he starts stroking her hair, “soon; I promise,” he takes out a candid picture he took of you and hands it to her, “how about you take this until we go back home and see mommy?”
she nods slowly and hugs the photo close. satoru smiles softly and presses a kiss to her forehead. not much after, d/n falls asleep with your photo secure in her hold.
it makes satoru chuckle. it reminds him of how he can never sleep without you either.
that’s why when he goes on mission, he scrolls endlessly through your photos until sleep takes over him or he listens to any voice message you sent. it helps him with the dilemma of missing you, and he is glad it helps his daughter the same way.
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oh bunni! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა nanami n geto? my two husbands?? i'd love 2 share!! ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა
thinkingg.... uncle! nanamin discovering your relationship with nasty big bro! sugu ૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა he walks in on sugu giving his lil sis' fat cunny big kisses and licks while the two are staying over at his house and is just so disgusted! oh, how wrong it is! how could sugu be doing this to his own sister? how could she be enjoying it?
uncle! nanami knows he should interrupt, he knows. despite his usual stoic expression as he watches through the door, he knows he feels disgusted, so why can't he stop staring? why can't he interrupt and— oh! why is his cock getting so hard?
big bro! sugu sees him through the cracked door as he sucks and nips at his sister's milky cunt, a huge smirk on his face. he's just so nasty! he gets off at the horrified yet aroused expression of his uncle as he stares in awe at how sugu's eating up his sister! sugu makes sure to give her cunny a nice little smack! to up the ante, reveling in the way nanami's eyes widen and his chest heaves up n down.
big bro! sugu is having so much fun watching uncle! nanami's reactions at how his little sis's tits bounce with each smack sugu gives her pussy and how her fat cunny creams every time sugu inserts a finger in! maybe he should ask his uncle to join and cop a feel himself! ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა
>o< ohmigoddddd . . >\\\< this has me blushing profusely. wht makes this yummy is that kento comes across as very reserved nd suguru using his litl sister to bring out a different of him is so sickkk :c im also such a firm believer tht suguru likes non-penetrative acts. he likes pussyjobs nd tit jobs so much. mayb he might send a litl pic to perv uncle kento as a treat !
#𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜 ⪩⪨ .𖥔 ݁ ˖#tw:incest#suguru locks eyes wit kento when he inserts a big finger to stretch your tiny cunny#jjk smut#geto x reader smut#nanami x reader smut
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Gojo, who just for ONCE, ends up somehow cooking an actual meal. A meal that doesn't seem poisonous or sweet in any way. That is actually edible. And now everyone is just having a mixed range of emotions because how and why has he just cooked something edible? (And idk its somehow pure coincidence that this has occured or he literally followed a recipe but reader keeps throwing things at him to check its still her husband and it just keeps hitting him cause he hasn't turned on infinity)
This seems like a long request so do not feel obligated to do this ajfnejc
ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇʀ? - 𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴
pixie says: this was so fun to write oh my god! i love this idea sm, i hope you like it too!!
Eggs. Parmesan. Linguine. Pancetta. Salt. Pepper.
Surely, this couldn’t be too hard? He could definitely do this. He’s the strongest sorcerer alive - he definitely can conquer a carbonara for his wife. He clicks his fingers and curses disintegrate, so that means he’s going to make the best dinner ever. At least, that’s his logic.
He usually brought you out to eat for your birthday, but he decided he’d treat you to a Satoru Gojo Michelin Star meal at home with the kids tonight.
He could do this.
He won’t be defeated.
Not by pasta.
Tsumiki and you had been to the salon to get your nails done (Satoru’s treat) and Megumi hung around the nearby book store until you both were done - stating that he didn’t want his nails done this time because they got chipped when he played with his dogs.
“Mama.” She says, eyes fixated ahead of her.
Pulling up to the cottage, you listen to the boy in the backseat tell you about the book he picked up. You notice Tsumiki freeze beside you.
“Tsumiki? What’s wrong? What do you - oh, shit.” You saw it mid sentence. The kitchen light was on and you could see the silhouette of your husband through the curtains.
“Mom? ‘Miki? What’s wrong? Is it a curse? With this treasure - ” Megumi starts from behind you.
“Papa’s in the kitchen.” His sister responds.
“Fuck.” The 13 year old responds, utilising the deal that they can swear as long as it’s just around family.
“We gotta go.” You take the key from the ignition and vault out of your seat, using speed Megumi had only ever seen when he came to minor missions with you.
You whip open the kitchen door and you’re immediately greeted with a smell.
And not the scent of smoke and melted rubber you expect from seeing your husband in the kitchen.
The smell was… really good.
And you recognised it immediately as your favourite meal.
The kids skid in behind you and go through the same motions.
“There’s no fire.” Tsumiki states.
“Are we sure it’s dad? Maybe uncle Nanamin came over?” Megumi asks.
“We do Kooking with Kento on Thursday, and it’s Saturday. I’m pretty sure he’s on a date tonight anyway.” You whisper, toeing off your shoes and slowly creeping to the kitchen.
As you round the corner, you see your husband in your floral apron singing along to music from the speaker - music you recognise as your wedding playlist from 3 months ago.
The kitchen is clean. There’s no fire. No food on the ceiling. The utensils all seem to be intact and the oven door is still attached and the counter tops aren’t melted (all things Satoru’s cooking has caused).
He spins around.
“Princess! There’s my birthday girl! Let’s see those nails! You too ‘Miki!” You both hold out your hands, still surveying the room - Megumi walks in with the fire extinguisher.
“Oh these are so pretty, ‘Miki! Purple is a very nice colour on you.” He says, looking at her fingers as she smiles at him. Charming bastard.
He turns to yours next.
“Princess, these are beautiful! I love the shiny bits on the blue!” He says, meaning the chrome on the baby blue acrylics.
“Thank you, ‘toru. But… what’s going on?” You say, kissing him on the cheek.
“I made dinner! It’s your favourite! C’mon, everyone go sit at the table.” He smiles and swats you all with the cloth he’s holding and you all go sit at the table.
“What is happening.” You breathe out.
He comes over, somehow balancing four bowls.
“Et voila! Bone apple feet!” He says, placing the dishes in front of you all and sitting beside you, pouring you a glass of white wine.
The food… looks incredible. Creamy, silky and perfectly cooked and presented like you’d see in a restaurant.
You grab your fork and twirl some pasta onto it, tentatively putting a bite into you mouth.
You freeze.
Not in the way you usually freeze when you’re eating his home cooked meals.
But because it’s so fucking delicious.
You turn to look at him as you swallow and see him smiling at you, glasses removed onto the table.
“Who are you?” You ask.
“Satoru Gojo - clan head of the Gojo’s, wielder of the six eyes and limitless, husband to The Dryad and father of two gremlins.” He smiles, cocky as ever.
You poke his cheek.
“You’re not an illusion?”
“Nope! In the flesh!”
You ball up a napkin and toss it at him. Hitting him square on the nose.
“Eh?! Excuse you, madam!” He exclaims, hands on his hips.
You grab a piece of bread from the basket on the table and throw that at him too. By now, Tsumiki is laughing and Megumi is smirking at the sight before him.
“Woman! Quit throwing stuff at me!” He says, tossing the bread back at you.
“Not until I’m sure you’re not a curse with the abilities of a chef who has replaced my husband. My husband can’t cook, and this is the best carbonara I’ve ever tasted.” You see his eyes light up as you say that.
“Of course it’s the best! I made it!” He retorts, digging into his food.
You blink for a moment.
“How did you do this?” You ask.
“So I put the pasta in some water, cooked the pancetta- ”
“No - my ‘toru can’t cook to save his life.”
“Rude! I make amazing hot chocolate!”
“You actually did this? By yourself? From scratch?” You grab his cheeks and turn his face to look at you.
“Yeah! Followed a video on YouTube.”
You slammed your lips onto his, and feel him smirk into the kiss.
“Get a damn room!” Megumi mutters.
“Stop it, Megumi - they’re so cute. I hope my boyfriend will do things like that for me.” Tsumiki replies, scolding her sibling before her voice took on a dreamy quality exclusive to a teenage girl.
“I’ll be sure to tell Kaito from your class that you like homemade food.” He says, snickering and teasing her with the knowledge of her crush on the boy.
“Shut it, sea urchin!”
“Oi! You two! It’s your momma’s birthday, you can bully each other tomorrow.” Satoru directs to them.
He looks at you are you’re smiling a big, glittery smile at him which makes his heart skip a beat.
“This is so amazing, ‘toru. Thank you so much for everything. I love you so much.” You say as you fling your arms around his neck.
“Anything for you, Princess.”
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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤
Suguru Getou & Kento Nanami
[Chapter 3] Awkwardness
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Kento thinks that he should ask you out on a date but the nerves get to him at the mere thought of it. He’s so scared of rejection and ruining your friendship, so he’d rather just suffer silently through his feelings. But he thinks about how you act a lot like a couple, and that his second thoughts are holding back from something that could be amazing.
He also doesn’t want to take your attention away from your daughter but Kento guesses that you should start dating someone eventually. He’s also a perfect candidate since he loves Sayuri as if she were his own– But he also risks losing that if you reject him.
You invited him to join you for dinner, and he holds a bottle of wine for you two to share, and a toy for Sayuri. He knocks on the door, waiting for you to open the door and let him inside. He’s thinking if tonight is the right night to ask you out on a date, maybe during dinner he can suggest going out or after. He doesn’t have everything planned out yet, but he thinks he’s doing it tonight.
The door to your apartment opens, and Kento almost sighs when Suguru opens the door. Suguru rolls his eyes, but allows Kento inside because he can’t dictate who is and who isn’t allowed in your home. The last thing Suguru needs right now is another argument with you. Kento walks past Suguru without saying a word, and the moment he steps into the apartment, a sweet little voice yells his name which makes him crouch down to the floor to receive the hug Sayuri runs to give him.
“Do you want to see my new toy?” Sayuri asks when she pulls away, and Kento shows her the toy that he just got for her, which makes her gasp. She snatches it from his hands and runs to the living room to open it.
“What do you say, Sayuri?!” You yell, walking out of the kitchen to greet Kento. He chuckles handing you the bottle of wine before giving you a side hug.
“It’s fine, she’s just excited.” Kento says, and you click your tongue. Of course he’d say that, he supports anything and everything Sayuri does. But luckily it’s not a problem since Kento is just an uncle, for now at least. It’s a problem when Suguru does it.
“Sayuri!” You raise your voice, and she pouts before saying,
“Thank you, Nanamin.” Kento chuckles, putting his hands in his pockets as he walks to the kitchen. He manages to completely ignore Suguru, putting all his attention on you.
“Would you like a glass?” You ask Kento and he nods in response. You then look at Suguru who nods in response. You serve three glasses, handing the first one to Kento, and keeping one to yourself. The last one is left on the counter for Suguru to grab, and he rolls his eyes because you don’t bother handing it to him. He does know that you aren’t in his good graces because he’s been lacking as a parent lately and he’s been too noisy about your private life.
“There’s this new restaurant that opened near my apartment, do you want to go over the weekend?” Kento questions and you nod in response.
“Woah, not so fast. We have plans, remember?” Suguru chimes in, and Kento glares at the man. Plans? What could you two possibly do? Kento often forgets that Suguru is not just a pesky little bug that bothers your life but also the father of your child.
“Right… We have our little family trip over the weekend. I forgot.” You say, and Suguru sighs at the evident disappointment in your voice. You’d invite Kento along but you know the whole trip will be tense– Kumi is joining you though, so how much different could it possibly be if Kento tags along. “You should join us.”
“No! Absolutely not.” Suguru immediately replies, and you glare at him. Suguru takes his glass of wine and walks away before you can start an argument. He knows you won’t argue in front of Sayuri, so that’s where he goes.
“I’ll argue about it later.” You tell Kento, and he chuckles.
“Is it okay? I’ll just make things awkward.” Kento says. He would love to join you and spend time with you, but he doesn’t want to ruin a family moment for Sayuri. He can sit it out.
“Kumi is coming, she’s already making things awkward. If he can bring someone that will ruin my trip, I can bring someone that can ruin his.” You share, and that’s perfect reasoning for Kento. Still, he isn’t quite sure what you’re doing so maybe he should ask before deciding to agree. It’s like you read his mind though, and you tell him, “We’re going to the beach. Suguru got a house for the weekend and we’re staying there.”
“That sounds… Fun.” Kento is surprised that Suguru is actually doing all of this– You’ve been complaining non-stop about him because he has been lacking as a father. In other words, choosing Kumi over Sayuri, simply because Kumi hates your guts and Sayuri never wants to leave your side. “How big is this house though?”
“Three bedrooms. I’ll get Sayuri to sleep with me– Which is going to happen either way, especially since we’re sleeping somewhere she doesn’t know.” You answer. You check on the food before the two of you walk to the living room to take a seat. A subtle smile comes over Kento’s lips when he notices Sayuri playing with the toy he bought.
“Mommy…” Sayuri drags out, and you hum in response. “I’m hungry.”
“Dinner is almost ready, baby. Just a couple more minutes.” You say, and she sighs. You glance at Suguru, watching how he’s focused on the TV, tense that he’s near Kento. He’s clearly annoyed which annoys you. You clear your throat before ordering, “Go set the table, Suguru.”
“I can do it.” Kento offers, but you glare at him which causes him to remain in his seat. Suguru sighs, standing up from the couch to do as you say. Suguru usually sets the table without being asked to, and without a problem, but it seems that when Kento is around, he has to have an attitude with everything.
“I wanna help!” Sayuri stands up with a bright smile on her face. She follows her daddy around, hoping that he’ll let her set the utensils down on the table. You both know that she’ll grow up and hate having to do it.
“What a dandy helper you have.” Kento comments, and you hum in response, a chuckle coming from your lips.
“But tell her to clean up her toys and she’ll throw a fit.” You say, and he laughs. You stand up when the table is set, and you begin to serve the food. Sayuri is sat first, eating away all the food that you gave her because she’s so hungry.
“Is it good, Sayuri?” Kento asks, watching her devour her food. It’s no surprise to him when she nods in response. Sayuri is a fairly picky eater, if she wasn’t enjoying her food, you would know. It doesn’t matter how hungry she is, if she doesn’t like something, she won’t eat it.
You all quietly begin to eat. The table is uncomfortable to say the least, the only person that could mend things in a way is Sayuri and since she’s eating, it feels awkward to speak up. It’s fair to say that Kento won’t bother asking you out tonight because it’s certainly not the right time.
“How was work today, Kento? Did your workload lighten up?” You ask, and Kento hums in response. After a very long and busy month, he finally feels like he can breathe with his job. He tells you a bit of what’s going on, and you listen attentively. Suguru plays with his food, bored out of his mind. You notice and you ask, “Did you not like the food or something?”
“It’s good. I’m just full.” Suguru puts his fork down, which causes Sayuri to do the same. You can’t have him in your home because Sayuri mimics just about everything her father does. You knew you made a mistake by inviting Kento to dinner.
You can’t help but sigh, but you’ve learned your lesson.
You ask Kento to leave after dinner since you have to chat with Suguru about a couple of things. You order Suguru to put Sayuri to bed so you can talk. It’s a little earlier than usual, and Sayuri protests the sudden change, but she’s knocked out when Suguru finishes reading her bedtime story. And when he’s out, you’re on the couch, your eyes set on your phone as you scroll through social media. He clears his throat to catch your attention.
“So… What did you want to chat about?” Suguru asks which makes you put your phone down. You watch him as he walks to the couch and takes a seat next to you.
“What do you think I want to talk about?” You respond, and Suguru puffs out a breath. He doesn’t want to talk about your stupid friend, he doesn’t want to waste his energy on that. You move your legs, putting them on top of his thighs so he can’t move from his seat, and he rolls his eyes in response. “You have to be nicer to Kento.”
“Now, why would I do that?” Suguru’s annoyance is evident in his voice, which makes you click your tongue. It’s as if Suguru doesn’t want you to move on with someone better– Because that’s what Kento is, better than him. As a partner at the very least, Kento would be ideal.
“He’s my best friend... You at least can try to get along with him.” You say, which causes the man to furrow his brows. He really wishes you would realize just how smitten Kento is with you. He doesn’t treat you and Sayuri so well because he’s a great friend, it’s clear that Kento just wants to get into your pants. He knows that you’ve been together (from what you’ve told him), but Kento wants more.
Or maybe Suguru is just jealous because he’s scared that Sayuri will have another father figure that will be better than him. At least you didn’t mention wanting to date Kento, which brings some ease to Suguru’s poor mind.
“I guess… I’ll try to be nicer to him for you. Just don’t invite him to our little dinners, because I might as well invite Kumi as well.” Suguru responds, his hands resting on your legs. He throws his head back, a sigh escaping his lips.
“What’s wrong with you?” You ask, wondering why he sighs all of a sudden. Suguru looks tired, overworked. You know he’s taking more clients than usual, working on days that he usually takes off. You have an idea on why he’s saving up but you’re going to let him share it with you instead of straight up asking him.
“Nothing. I’m fine.” He responds. Suguru watches as you unlock your phone. You look for something, and when you find it, you practically shove the phone in his face.
“Look at this picture I took of Sayuri– She loves going into my closet and putting on my heels.” You share, and Suguru chuckles as he looks at his three-year-old daughter who tries on shoes that are far too big for her. You usually send pictures of her throughout the week but sometimes you’re too caught up in your own world that you forget about Suguru. It’s easy to forget about Suguru when he doesn’t make himself known.
“Send me that.” He tells you, and you hum in response.
You sit in silence for a couple of minutes. Usually you try to talk but Suguru is too tired to keep up with a conversation. You have a good relationship with each other when others aren’t involved so conversation flows easily; the only time conversation is forced, is when either of you is accompanied by someone else.
“I should get going.” Suguru says, lightly tapping your legs. You take your legs off him, and he stands up. He begins to walk to the door, and before leaving he tells you, “I’ll be here in the morning.”
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uncles and… big brothers? (kaizen stroll!)
summary: in which you, yuuji’s preschool teacher, find out that he has more than one uncle. (plus a big brother!)
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“(name)-sensei! Look, I made you a sand mountain!”
It wasn’t unusual for Yuuji to be the last child to be picked up, for him to look up at you with begging eyes and a jutted out lower lip, pleading with you to let him play outside just a little longer whilst waiting.
But today… Something doesn’t feel right. Your fingers tingle as you’re dragged out by your hand, an energetic Yuuji just excited to be out and about to watch the setting sun from the open-air playground.
“Look, look! Megumin taught me how to make it super big!” He points towards his work of art, tugging you into the sandpit for you to get an even better look.
“Yuuji-kun, that’s impressive!” You clap your hands together, bending your knees to go down to his level as you watch his grin grow ever bigger.
“Hehe!” He’s proud, happy. His finger rubs his nose in prideful glee before he places his hands on his hips. “Then I’ll make it even bigger by the time Nanamin comes!”
‘Nanamin’ or Nanami Kento was usually the one you see come along, though on some occasions, it wasn’t rare to see a well-dressed, refined man to come instead.
“Higuruma Hiromi.” He keeps the steady smile on his tired, worn face, his hands gently shaking yours even as Yuuji pulls and tugs at his hair, tiny fists pounding into the adult’s gaunt cheek as he complains about not wanting to leave you just yet.
(The man Nanami-san had contacted you today that will be picking up Yuuji in place of him.)
“I’m his uncle.”
“Ah, Higuruma-san?” Your back turns away from Yuuji to pick up the phone call, not noticing the shadow near the fence that caught the young boy’s curious eyes. He sees a porcelain hand appear, beckoning him closer and closer as the lowering sunlight shines upon the stranger just right to reveal a masked face and baggy eyes.
Now that has his interest, Itadori Yuuji is already up on his little feet, dusting off his shorts as he paths towards the stranger.
“Yuuji, your uncle said—“ You turn only to see small footsteps imprinted onto the sand, your instincts flying into an overdrive that immediately makes you break into a run, following the direction as your eyes hurriedly dart about the area only to spot said child on his tiptoes, stretching out to take a piece of candy from an oddly dressed man.
(You knew you should’ve listened to the alarm bells going off in your gut.)
“Yuuji! Get back now!” You’re inwardly panicking, blood freezing as chills of fear spider across your nerves, your hand reaching down to grab at your shoe, winding your arm back and releasing; doing absolutely anything to keep the innocent Yuuji safe.
“(name)-sensei—!”
It was almost as if it was in slow motion, your shoe making a direct hit to the creeper’s face, his body losing its balance at the sheer strength and force behind your amateur throw.
The man staggers at the impact, your shoe flying into his face that beckons the him into a confused, bewildered state that was unable to react in time as his sunglasses fly off, the cloth around his head coming untied as he drops onto the concrete walkway with a thump.
“Y-Yuuji-kun! What did I tell you about strangers!” You’re immediately picking up the little boy, wrapping your arms protectively around him as you immediately retreat from the fence, squeezing him close as cold sweat begins to form on your forehead, eyes darting downwards to check the poor child over for injuries.
“I’ll call the police right now, don’t worry—“
“It’s Choso!” His small hands are splayed into the air in celebratory happiness, voice and excited cheer as he continues to watch the twitching man get up. “He’s gettin’ up!”
…huh?
“I’m sorry—“ The deep baritone startles you, the rustling of leaves as you turn around to face the man that was already recovering from the shock of being battered by a singular shoe. “For startling you…”
“It wasn’t my intention.” You finally fully turn to face the towering figure, his chin-length, black hair left down as his sharp eyes finally meet yours, a hand on the back of his head to nurse the pain as he puts his other free hand up in the air to show that he was harmless.
(He’s certainly very pretty, was the first thing you noticed.)
“I’m his big brother.”
(Blood began to spew from his nose the moment he finished his sentence off, Yuuji staring with widened eyes as you fight to hold back a shriek of shock.
You didn’t mean to assault him that badly!)
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“I-I’m really sorry for the trouble, Choso-san…”
“Don’t be—“ You hear him suck in a breath through gritted teeth as the alcohol dips into the wound, stinging the shallow cuts. “I must admit that I acted a bit suspiciously.”
(‘A bit’ was definitely an understatement.)
He just wanted to come meet his adorable little brother, who was sat upon a nearby chair, kicking his feet and busy stuffing his face with the lollipop his oh so kind big brother was planning to bring to him.
“I just wanted to drop by to give him a treat since I couldn’t wait any longer for him.” A large hand reaches over to pat down the pink fluff of his sibling, a fond smile momentarily turning into a grimace as you poke the swab into a sensitive area.
(“Please call me next time you plan to do something of that sort, Choso-san.”
“…I see. I will take note of that.”
What stringent rules… It’s assuring the daycare his little brother goes to takes such cautions.)
It wasn’t long before Yuuji finishes off the treat, patting his tummy as he jumps off the seat. “Yuuji wants uppies!”
That was all it took for the astounding big brother to immediately clamber onto the floor, getting into position for his beloved sibling, spreading his arms open and ignoring the stinging, throbbing pain on his face.
(You can certainly tell how much he loves him… Well, all he needs is a few plasters, anyway. It’s fine.)
“Come here, Yuuji…” You can see how excited the once stoic man’s eyes grow. “Come to Choso-nii…!”
The pink-haired boy stares, suckling on his thumb momentarily to really think about this situation as his eyes are trained on his big brother’s open and ready arms, kneeled on the floor at the perfect height to receive the adoring hug of his adorable little brother.
So Itadori Yuuji makes a decision, running towards the idling you instead, big, dopey smile breaking onto his face.
“(name)-sensei, Yuuji wants cuddles!” He tugs at your apron, tiny hands fisting the fabric as he tugs and tugs, pleading for your attention with cute grins and utterly lovable expressions.
The grown man never felt so deflated, his shoulders visibly slumping forward as he practically falls to the floor in defeat, curling up into a ball as he tries to not feel the bitter taste of loss.
“I-I’m sure Yuuji wouldn’t mind getting them from you either, Choso-san! Don’t feel so down…!” You’re already picking up said child, his face cuddling itself against your chest as he snuggles into you.
“I-It’s okay sensei—“ The man chokes as he witnesses the sight of his lovely younger brother showing you more affection than he ever got. “You’re making it worse if you talk any more—“
“I’m sorry…!”
masterlist (this story is part of my kaizen daycare series!)
Notes:
When you first met Higuruma, you were met with an ID to the face, his particulars and all needed info given to you for you to confirm his identity.
“Yuuji.” He picks up the little boy from your arms, large fingers scooping him up by his underarms as he holds him up to the light, a blush of adoration on the dark-haired man’s cheeks as his lips stretch into a fond, unsteady smile.
“Call me big broth—“
“Choso!”
Higuruma let Yuuji hit Choso with his gavel when he came to pick both of them up.
“I’m terribly sorry for the trouble.”
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My God Ray have you seen the leaks for the latest JJK chapter? I'M SCREAMING??
Alright alright, so, Spoilers ahead in case you haven't and want to avoid this ask (or in case you do answer and your voidlings want to avoid spoilers)
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JIN IS SUKUNA'S TWIN BROTHER THAT SUKUNA ATE WHILE STILL IN THE WOMB??? The fact that KENJAKU of all people ended up as Sukuna's fucking SIBLING-IN-LAW LMAO I'M LAUGHING SO FUCKING HARD
Also it makes me laugh so much that Sukuna is beefing with his 15/16 years old nephew, but honestly? Peak uncle energy, if my sister had a kid I'd be beefing with them 24/7 as well ngl
BUT ALSO YUJI HITTING SOMETHING LIKE 8 CONSECUTIVE BLACK FLASHES? BREAKING NANAMI'S RECORD?? AND INO USING NANAMI'S WEAPON AND ACTUALLY HITTING SUKUNA??? I just know that Nanamin is watching them from the Afterlife and is feeling so damn proud of his kids 😭😭😭
AND YUJI CONFIRMED HAVING SUKUNA'S SHRINE CT? Yuji GOATdori coming in WITH A STEEL CHAIR 🙏🙏🙏
AND we don't have a break next week! I'm so hyped!! GEGE KEEP COOKING 🗣🗣🗣
OH god yeah I follow the leaks every week and this week was wild. For a bit there we thought the Sukuna-Yuji Twin Theory had been confirmed and I was just like YESSS Sukuna's beef was just the Cain Instinct all along!!
But then they dropped that it was a translation error and said it was Jin instead but either way it makes it 1000% more hilarious how much Sukuna just fucking can't stand Yuji.
Spent the whole chapter scared for Ino though, can't lie. I don't trust Gege not to kill him or Choso every time they on page.
But yes yes yes Itadori "Left, Right, Good-fucking-night" Yuji is back in the house with all those Black Flashes and it was glorious
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Nanami Kento, the man with greenest flag to ever exist :D
I just love this man so much like-- As much as I love the jjk cast, Nanami is written to be the most realistic character I've ever seen so far.
Even with his cynical and pragmatism in the beginning, you can slowly see that he truly cares for everyone and always prioritise others more than himself, which could be argued to not a good quality. But as one of the adult characters in a jjk world, it definitely shows that he's not a selfish character who runs away from battle but takes care of others to make sure no one gets hurt even if it meant harming himself in the process.
Admittedly, when I saw him on season one (I didn't watch jjk much just saw clips of it on YouTube), I didn't think much of it but find him very funny in the beginning to see how direct and pessimistic he is. But during the scene when Mahito trapped him in a domain expansion, and the moment they showed his backstory I was hooked about him.
When he took those sunglasses off and showed his face I was like-- Wait, hold up-- He's kinda handsome...
Like-- Okay, I get why people would call Gojo a daddy, but to me he felt more like a goofy uncle and the real father is Nanami.
As I said in my previous posts, father is fathering.
And this father is free therapy.
I'll be a bit personal, during the next few years I got some terrible family news (which made me see a guidance councelor during high school) and had a few guys take advantage of me for academic validation which soon made me had a thing for hot dilfs because of it :D
Don't worry, I'm okay for now. Just that I definitely won't trust guys who act 'genuine' with me and made me feel like I could open up to them.
And I definitely don't wanna date men who have anger issues.
So yeah, when season two rolled in and I finally decided to watch the whole of season one. After watching it, I was completely swooned.
Like, I knew I like him. But when did I start wishing for a man like him? He immediately went from a character I like to a character that I would be emotionally attached too.
Tall, buff, kind, respectful, stern, a foodie, financially stable-- A man like him would definitely scold me when I made a mistake (not in a violent way but in a gentle way) and would tell me how disappointed he is of me. I would then apologise to him, telling him that I won't do it again. And then he'll pat my head and say, "Good girl, I know you can do better."
Swooooonnnn~
...aaannnnd that he's definitely the guy who could rail me well, and then teaches me how to do taxes after that session of railing.
Also, Tsuda Kenjiro's performance as his JP VA immediately had me applauding for his work! He really brought out the best when it came to voicing characters like Nanami. Will be looking forward to more of Tsuda Kenjiro's upcoming projects and works!
Spoilers for Jujutsu Kaisen Season 2 Shibuya Arc:
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Okay, but as a Malaysian, I was very happy when he mentioned Malaysia and I was like-- YO??? My country??? Let's gooooooo!!!
But also really heartbreaking... I saw the manga spoilers before season two was announced. And yet, now that I have an emotional attachment to him it really broke me that we lost a lot of favs this season two. I remember crying for about two weeks (it still hurts when I watch that episode) and I made a fanfic about him taking care of Yuji in Jujutsu Kindergarten, where everything is all okay and that Nanami gets himself a love interest.
For those who wanna read that said fanfic for serotonin boosts, it's called "Jujutsu Spiderverse Scrolls" and you can read it on Ao3! Yes, I know the title sounds odd, but I promise you it'll be a serotonin blast!
Don't worry Nanamin, I bought a thirty cm plushie of you so you'll always be in Malaysia relaxing! And a bunch of posters of you, and stickers, and polaroid photos...
Yep, I'm in my hyperfixation moment.
Either way, I'm still glad to have watched this anime. If not, I wouldn't have found a character with the most beautiful soul that I want to protect at all cost.
Rest in Paradise my King.
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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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Pretty pleaseee do a one-shot where the first years keeps on poking, squishing, and biting (you know what I mean) kikufuku's cheeks! Then she starts to get annoyed and tries to avoid them for the next few days.
when the first-years keep biting scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader's cheeks
jujutsu kaisen x reader
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╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen, major themes of fluff, soft! itadori, megumi & nobara content, sukuna being a meanie to poor scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader <\3
╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! itadori yuuji x reader, platonic! fushiguro megumi x reader, platonic! kugisaki nobara x reader, platonic! ryomen sukuna x reader, dad! gojo satoru x child! reader
aww, this request is so cute omg >< thank you so much for requesting and for being patient, enjoy reading ♡
at first, megumi, yuuji and nobara found it a bit odd of their sensei to call you kikufuku because it's literally a sweet, a dessert, well, that was until they realized that for themselves. there's one particular reason as to why gojo satoru loved calling you that, it was your cheeks. your cheeks were so round and squishy, it was absolutely adorable. no wonder gojo can't go on his day without at least pinching or kissing your cheek, so it wasn't long until the first-years started doing it.
it first started with megumi, your half older brother. surprising, i know. megumi isn't the type to kiss or pinch your cheeks though, he just likes poking it. that was bearable and all was pretty much okay until nobara started pinching your cheeks and eventually yuuji being the one to bite them.
the first-years just couldn't help but smother you at this point. even sukuna was a literal menace. you know how sukuna appears on yuuji's cheekbones as an eye and mouth? well, whenever your face was pressed up all adorably against yuuji's face, the king of curses deadass bites your cheek, resulting you to slapping yuuji in the face because of it once out of surprise 💀
even sukuna couldn't resist sweet little you.
you loved physical affection, you really do, but all the cheek poking, squishing and biting of your cheek became too much for you. hence, the silent treatment. as usual, with no one to babysit you, gojo had to bring you to jujutsu tech with them. you always were excited to go with him, except for today.
gojo was dressing up in his bedroom, putting on his jacket and trousers. "kikufuku! are you done dressing up? we're gonna go see gumi-nii and his friends. you're staying over at megumi's dorm, remember?" he hollered after slipping on his shoes and grabbing his suitcase to get up and look for you.
"don't wanna!" you cried out from your bedroom, earning a baffled expression from your dad.
"what?" gojo entered your room to see you hiding under the covers of your bed with your stuffies and pillows. "kikufuku? what's wrong? are you not feeling well?" this raised gojo's concern.
"no, but i don't wanna go! i want uncle nanami or auntie iori." you continued, poking your head out of the covers to pout and whine at your dad who was standing at your doorframe.
"kikufuku, baby. your uncle nanami is on a mission and your auntie iori is at kyoto." gojo sighed, chuckling softly think that missing them was the reason for your behavior. "and you can't travel universes little missy. i'm going on a business trip later after i drop you off."
"but i don't want gumi-nii!" you persisted as gojo pulled and picked you up from the covers before slinging your baby bag on his back. "don't leave meee, daddyyy." you held onto gojo's neck, clinging to him as he carried you with one arm after flicking the lights off your room and closing the door.
"i'm not leaving you just yet, kikufuku. it's going to be okay. i'll ring nanamin and utahime to see if their available, will that suffice?" gojo drew you away from him enough to face you.
"okay." you pouted in defeat, nodding your head begrudgingly.
"i promise i'll bring you souvinirs like the usual." gojo kissed your forehead before pulling you closer to his embrace as he exited the house with his bag and yours.
gojo noticed how you were constantly looking left and right when you two arrived at tokyo jujutsu tech, and how you were clinging to him like a koala and refusing to let go. he wondered if it was just one of those days when you were extra clingy, or if you were simply looking for nanami or utahime. gojo watched as you passed by the grounds and let out a small shriek when the first-years came running as soon as they saw you and your father.
"gojo-sensei! [name]-chaaan!~"
while megumi followed them, nobara and yuuji exclaimed in a singalong tone of voice, both nobara and yuuji already had their hands outstretched, most likely to squish and poke your cheeks. oh no.
"oi, megumi-kun! yuuji-kun! nobara-chan!" gojo smiled as he greeted his students, but you dissipated from his arms and turned into a red mist as soon as the first-years arrived.
"e-eh? kikufuku?!" gojo and the first-years students were both surprised to find you gone from his arms when you were literally clinging to him. "where did you go?!"
they eventually found you before they all panicked, but you were literally on top of a tree, clinging to a branch like some cat.
"[name]-chan?!" gojo and the first-years students sweat-dropped, "w-what are you doing up there?!"
gojo sighed, shaking his head and chuckling as he saw you, "oh boy."
"come on, [name]-chan! let's get you down from there, m'kay? just stay put!" yuuji yelled as he dashed towards the tree you were perched on.
"noooo!" you cried out, then vanished from their sight, using your chaos magic to teleport before yuuji could catch you, but this time, you reappeared behind gojo and grabbed his legs.
"are you playing a game of tag?" gojo looked down at you, puzzled, and reached out a hand to ruffle your hair. "kikufuku, you need to go with them. i'm gonna be late for my trip."
"no!" you shook your head, proceeding to hide behind his towering legs. "don't wanna!"
"eh? what's wrong, [name]-chan?" nobara asked, tipping her head at the side as she made grabby-hands towards you. "don't you wanna come with us?"
"no! i don't want to go." you persisted, continuing to cling to gojo, wrapping your tiny arms around his leg tightly. "i want to stay with daddy."
gojo eventually had no choice but to leave you alone since you don't seem to want the first-years for whatever reason he doesn't know, so he just ended up giving you to yaga before he left, and they couldn't help but notice how your ignoring game became increasingly obvious.
when one of the first-years approaches you, you scurry towards yaga, clinging to him like you did before gojo left, or you simply run away. you avoided them all day, hiding whenever nobara and yuuji were about to approach, most likely to poke or pinch your cheeks. you also had no choice but to sleep in megumi's dorm by the time night fell, but he noticed you had put up a wall of pillows between you and him before you two did, and you didn't even bother saying goodnight to him like you always do.
since gojo was on a business trip, you were forced to stay at jujutsu tech for a few days until he returned, which is why things had gotten significantly more difficult, and the first-years were worried. you weren't behaving that way around the second-years.
"did you guys make [name] upset or something?"
while all of you were on the grounds of the jujutsu tech, maki was the first to speak up about the issue, but you were busy doing zoomies with inumaki and panda. "[name] just asked if she could sleep in my dorm just a while ago."
"what? but, i don't think we did anything." nobara frowned, leaning against her knuckles and resting her elbow on her thigh.
"[name] has been avoiding us since gojo-sensei brought her over," megumi exclaimed before letting out a long sigh. "she won't talk or eat with us, and she runs away whenever she sees us; she won't even sleep next to me without a wall of pillows between us."
"do you think [name]-chan hates us?" yuuji's eyes widened and a worried expression crossed his face.
"so it's that bad, huh?" maki raised an eyebrow and shook her head in response to their statements. "alright, i'll talk to [name] about it."
"please do, maki-san! you're our hope!" itadori and nobara exclaimed together, clasping their hands.
maki stood up and strolled over to where you, panda, and inumaki were. you ran up to maki as soon as you saw her and happily wrapped your tiny arms around her legs.
"maki-nee!" you exclaimed, looking up at her as she ruffled your hair.
"hey, kid." maki smiled before gently pulling away from your embrace, squatting down to your height, "do you mind if i ask you a quick question?"
"what is it?" you asked, blinking.
"what did those guys do to you, huh? they said you've been avoiding them for days now. what's up with that?" maki asked, tilting her head as she looked at you.
you locked your gaze on her for a brief moment before turning away, puffing up your cheeks as you fiddled with your fingers, "they kept squishing and poking my cheeks, and biting too, especially yuuji-nii and sukuna-nii."
maki, inumaki, and panda all looked at you in surprise before she snickered. "r-really, now?"
"don't laugh!" you exclaimed, now pouting, "it was kind of annoying me, that's all."
"but avoiding them isn't always going to work," maki said, clearing her throat before her face deepened into a serious expression. "you shouldn't hide your feelings, instead, tell them honestly how you feel. now, i want you to go to itadori, fushiguro, and kugisaki and tell them you're upset because they kept squishing, biting, and poking your cheeks."
"but why?" you frowned at this.
"so they know how it makes you feel, and you don't have to keep avoiding them anymore," maki explained before patting your head.
"okay, maki-nee." you nodded in understanding.
"atta' girl. don't worry, panda and inumaki will be right here to support you." maki gave you a thumbs up, while inumaki and panda nodded and gave you an 'okay' sign using their hands and paws.
you quickly left the second-year students and ran up to megumi, nobara, and yuuji, who were sitting on the porch.
"[name]-chan?" nobara asked, watching along with megumi and yuuji as you took a deep breath and stood in front of them.
"i don't like it when you guys squish, poke and bite my cheeks everytime. it's.. it's making me upset." you expressed as you fiddled with your fingers, looking at each and every single one of them. "a-and i'm sorry for avoiding you. i got really annoyed."
"oh, so that's why!" an imaginary light bulb shone above their heads right that instant.
"we're so sorry, [name]-chan! we didn't mean to make you upset!" yuuji cried out before hanging his head in shame.
"you should have told us, we wouldn't be mad." megumi beckoned you to come over to him, and you did, resulting in him embracing you and gently patting your back. "you had us worried. i actually thought you were getting detached from us.. we're sorry."
"we're really sorry, [name]-chan! can we hug you too, as an apology?" nobara apologized, opening her arms along with yuuji. "we won't do that as much anymore."
with a smile, you nodded your head and opened your arms to yuuji and nobara, "it's okay with me."
yuuji and nobara happily embraced you as megumi held you, and the four of you shared a sweet group hug as maki, panda, and inumaki nodded in agreement. everything was finally alright until your cheek brushed up against yuuji's, and sukuna, being an absolute menace of a curse king, chomped your cheek.
"s-sukuna-nii.. h-he.." as tears streamed down your face, your [color] eyes instantly turned into a glowing red color. "he bit my cheek.."
yuuji immediately pulled away from you and yelled at the king of curses that had morphed into an eye and mouth on his face, "SUKUNA!"
nobara had also pulled away and screamed angrily before stomping towards the vessel of the king of curses. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING TO [NAME]-CHAN, HUH?!"
and that's how yuuji ended up getting punched in the face, knocked out, by nobara, while you were bawling your eyes out to megumi and the second-years about how sukuna was big meanie. on the bright side, you made amends with the first-years, but it appears that the king of curses will be subjected to your silent treatment this time.
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gojo’s son calling him baby because he heard gojo calling you that. precious
HHHH I KNOW :(( Satoru always encourages infant babbling (speaks animatedly and listens with the same enthusiasm even when it’s just incoherent noises), and the kid has taken to incorporating some key phrases into his vocabulary—learning to ask for more when he’s hungry, asking for his dad to keep playing with him, saying “thank you” and “i love you” (Satoru’s personal favorite, because his L’s do sound a little like W’s and he coos every time)—but he’s also picking up on things you and Satoru say to eachother. So, it’s only natural that hearing his parents refer to each other as “baby,” makes the toddler believe that that’s a normal part of speech he can start saying.
The first time it happens, Satoru is coming back from work. He can hear giggling in the kitchen, and when he makes his way there he’s greeted with the sight of his son in his high-chair clapping happily as you scoop some of his dinner onto his plate. Satoru reaches to you first, and arm curling around your waist and his lips pressing to your cheek. You’re about to return the greeting when the words are spoken for you, a high-pitched and excited squeal from your toddler in place of your own voice, “Home, baby!” Satoru pauses and blinks, pointing a finger at his chest and observing as his son only grins wider, making grabby hands for his father. He repeats the phrase again, this time attempting a broken syllable version of the word “welcome,” that makes Satoru’s heart swell three sizes. He’s quick to scoop his son right out of the chair, twirl him around and press kisses to his cheek, “Missed you so much, too, baby!”
First it’s you and Satoru that get called baby as greetings, but soon it extends to other people. When Megumi comes over to babysit the following week, he’s met with excited squeals and raised arms (demands to be picked up), before his cheeks are squished between baby-sized palms and he’s formally greeted with, “Hi, baby!” The look on Megumi’s face is priceless—slightly red and embarrassed, but beyond fond—and he gives the kid a gentle pat on the head before telling him he missed him, too. When it’s time for Megumi to return home for the evening, he gets soft hugs and tired yawns, the words “Bye, Memi. Night, baby,” barely getting out.
Your son is a fast learner, it seems. He quickly realizes he can use the word outside of greetings and goodbyes, and tries it out with his uncle Nanamin the next time he’s over at his house. Nanami is leaning over the counter, watching carefully as the toddler eats his lunch. He reaches over to wipe some smeared tomato away from his mouth as he’s finishing up his food, and that’s when the baby grins at him, looking his uncle (godfather, really, but he doesn’t know that yet), right in the eye before saying, “Thank you, baby.” Kento only smiles softly, continuing to gently wipe down his cheeks, before cradling his head and musing, “You’re more than welcome.”
You and Satoru debate which one of you he’s been picking this up from. You think the obvious choice is your husband—Satoru’s always been the more affectionate one, and pet names comes easy to him. He argues that your son gets it from you, and that he listens more carefully to his mom. Your theory is proven correct when your son is curled up in your lap shortly after dinner time, hands reaching to be held against your chest and rocked to sleep. You think he’s finally dozing off when you hear a small, and tired, “‘Night, my baby,” from your toddler’s lips. You look up to Satoru, who grins, leaning down to kiss the top of his son’s head and then your forehead. He takes after this father, without a doubt; because while every body else was baby, only your boys had the honor of refer to your as their baby.
#anonymous#no no it’s fine i’m fine…. i’m FINE#everyone is baby because that’s just how he thinks the world works… he thinks everyone gets the same affection…. kids r so fucking precious#im sorry for this essay..:. but as you can tell i have real life genuine feelings for this man#hhhhh SCREAMING. CRYING. PERFECT STORM.#ok but i was saying this the other day gojo gets lucky his kid starts saying ‘baby’#nanami & levi get stuck w their kids learning their actual names LMFAOOO levi is like no no. please PLEASE#it only happens w ur second kid that’s why nanami is so confused but when he hears his baby girl call him ‘ken!’ instead of ‘daddy’#lord he might cry real grown man tears LMFAO#i guess i might as well make a tag for him#gojo x reader#satoru.ask
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𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙟𝙤 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - after your daughter asks to have a play-date with yuuta, satoru wants to show you he's trustworthy.
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - public fingering (no one sees though), names (good girl, pretty), dubcon, alcohol, gojo is described as taller than reader
minors + ageless dni
1k words, unedited
Tapping a foot and placing one arm over the other, you waited impatiently for your daughter to appear from the crowd. It had been Anya's second week within her new school following your rushed move away from your ex; an anxious few weeks finally settling down as she seemed to fit in well.
"Mama!" A minute had passed before you'd heard her enthusiastic shout, eyes landing on the head of hair that had resembled your own. Though, instead of the usual wide-armed run to your embrace, your daughter had instead walked calmly beside another student - a black haired boy looking to be her age. Each of them seemed to be engrossed in conversation, the slow waltz stopping as Anya gestured with her hands, furthering the storytelling she'd been so eager to do. It had been evident the pair wouldn't reach you quickly, so taking matters into your own hands, you walked toward them to retrieve Anya and be on your way. Though, it had appeared another parent had the same idea as when you had grown closer, you'd bumped into a much larger adult.
His look of surprise had been hidden by black shades, only allowing a short, near inaudible gasp to leave his chest before composing himself. The white hair upon his head floated in a light breeze, pink lips curving upward as he stuck his palm before yours. "Satoru." His voice was soft, though riddled in a playful tone. Even with the black lenses blocking you from maintaining eye contact, you knew his gaze matched his mannerisms. You pictured the orbs beneath glossing you over before landing on your own as his long fingers wrapping firmly around your hand as you'd repeated your own name back.
"Mama, this is Yuuta!" Anya pulled your attention from the male, reminding you where you'd been - picking your daughter up from school. This hadn't been the time to attract men, or accept doting conversation from strangers. Smiling, you offered the boy a small wave as Anya had continued. "Is that your dada?" Her stubby finger pointed toward Satoru as the boy nodded. "Mama, can I go bowling with Yuuta, his daddy and his uncle Nanamin?" She questioned with wide eyes, a smile on her face. "Well-" "Ah, that would be perfect, wouldn't it Yuuta? Megumi is busy this weekend, after-all..." Satoru glanced at you, grin allowing white teeth to shine through. "I don't really know you, I'm not sure I'd feel comfortable-" Your protest had been interrupted by a click of fingers, brow furrowing as Satoru interrupted your words with his own. "The two of us can go out Friday, then! Then you'll know I'm an amazing father, and trust me with Anya this weekend."
Even with stuttered breaths wasted on excuses, Satoru had managed to retrieve your number, and plans had been made. Finding a babysitter had been a struggle, though you'd managed, realising this had been one of the first 'dates' since leaving your daughter's father. Still, regret had pooled in your stomach as your nervous frame trembled under the flirtatious gaze fixed over you for the entirety of the evening, drink after drink until you'd loosened up a little. Topics of conversation had revolved around your children, though with alcohol shared between you, it had soon changed to personal lives. Yuuta's mother had abandoned them when he had been newborn, and Satoru had been left a single father, ll while supporting his friend's son, Megumi. It had sounded difficult, yet Satoru didn't complain, instead choosing to speak only of highlights.
Somewhere between words fading into one and music growing louder, Satoru's hands found their way into your lap, your lips onto his. The bar had been crowded, and although you were sure most passer-bys wouldn't notice his intrusion into your skirt, or fingertips grazing the cotton of your underwear, you displayed your hesitance through the slowing of kisses, pulling back. "No one will notice." His whispers tickled the skin of your neck as his lips trailed downward, the prodding of his middle finger suddenly slipping into you as you inhaled sharply. Eyes squeezing shut, you focused on regulating your breathing. "S-satoru, please-" Interrupted by a second finger and a lewd moan escaping parted lips, the protests died on your tongue.
He drew his fingers back before thrusting them into you once more, beginning to pick up a languid pace as his mouth ascended your neck, sloppy over your jaw before back on your lips once more. Satoru's tongue swiped across your bottom lip before you opened slightly wider. At first, he tested the waters, a small flick against your own before pushing a little deeper, a gliding mess as his tongue caressed yours. A moan had been muffled to his lips when he'd moved the sodden fingers from your hole to instead circle your clit, hips bucking upward to his touch.
The table had covered you from below the waist, though with the make-out session happening within the booth, parting had seemed appropriate for you - but with Satoru's whispers on your ear and fingers circling your heat, it grew obvious this had been a power move to him rather than concern for being caught. "Such a good girl." His coo made your cheeks burn red with embarrassment, eyes scanning the crowd to check no one had caught onto what had been happening. "Focus on me, pretty." He nipped over a vein in your neck, a dizzying sensation flashing over you at the action as he let out another chuckle. Hips rolling upward as your eyes lost focus, you knew it wouldn't be long before you'd tip over the edge, wetness growing against his touch. Satoru's free hand drifted along your side and groped at your chest, a rough fondle of your tits before you'd warned him of your closeness.
As expected, you'd been met with a snide chortle, followed by his instructions. "Cum, then." It hadn't been difficult to let go with the seemingly expertise movements he'd worked against you, pressure and pace making your body feel weak. Your head had nestled into his neck, moans muffled by his shoulder as you felt yourself shake with pleasure, his circles over you halting when you'd slumped back against the booth's seat. Still, no one had looked toward you, music blaring loudly and bodies dancing.
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Part 1
When you wake up, you feel light rays of sunshine on your face. A thought about such a good weather on this special day makes you happier. As if you could be even more.
You treat yourself with your favorite breakfast, when the doorbell rings. Already knowing who is this, you just shout that the door is open.
“Good morning, babe! How do you feel today?” Shoko asks, clearly implying on the event that about to happen.
“I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so good. And it’s only morning!” you respond enthusiastically, and she smiles. You are glad Shoko is accompanying you till the afternoon. “In case you get cold feet” as she stated the other day.
And the cold feet you don’t get. Because how could you? You’re too excited to think about anything else than your soon-to-be husband. You are not afraid that something would go wrong. The only thing in your mind is saying ‘yes’ and starting life together.
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4 hours later, when the door open, Gojo Satoru stands proudly at the altar and smiles at you.
As a best man.
You don’t even look in his direction. You only see his best friend and your fiancé, Nanami Kento.
Man who loves you the same way you love him.
_
A few years later, on one sunny Saturday, the doorbell rings, and you greet Gojo in front of your house. He says just a simple ‘hi’ and invites himself inside before you can respond.
“Where’s my favorite boy?!” he shouts, and from upstairs, a blonde boy runs to his embrace.
“Uncle Satoru!” your son jumps at him, and Gojo lifts him up, which makes the boy all giggly. “I missed you!”
“Missed you too, buddy!” Satoru responds happily, already seeking for the candies for the boy. But he stops when he hears Nanami’s grunting. “Ah, yes. Hello Nanamin,” Gojo says sheepishly, “of course I’ll give him the souvenirs only after dinner.”
“Good, now if you excuse us. We have a reservation we don’t want to miss because someone is late,” your husband scowls, but you only laugh at the whole interaction. Some things don’t change.
“Have a nice evening with your uncle, baby.” You kiss your son on the cheek, then remind Satoru not to stay late. He dismisses you as always, hugging the boy closer.
“We’ll be fine! Right, Suguru?”
_
Welp, let’s forget Shibuya and everything what happens after. Just enjoy this little fluff!
Can you guess a song that inspired me to write part 1?
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