A/N: inspired by this ask. if u saw me going on a Gojou-is-boring-and-too-unoffensive-to-lewd spree, no u didn’t. nonnie my brain has been cracked open, that ask had me literally feral and frothing. please take this drabble as an offering, sorry it turned out so soft I don’t know what’s wrong with me either.
Uncle Satoru loves you. He tells you this every time he comes by, runs a hand too far down your back and presses a kiss to your forehead. You’re like his precious lil girl, you know? They go way back, you must’ve heard all the stories of him and Suguru’s escapades back when they were still rebelling teens in school— it’s only normal that Suguru’s lil girl is basically his lil girl.
And yeah, he’s right; you could probably recount their each and every chronicle backwards, been repeated to you every night growing up like bedtime stories; Uncle Satoru’s a genius, they all say. He’s charismatic, charming, the strongest sorcerer of the century, aren’t you the luckiest girl on earth to be able to meet him in person?
You didn’t know charming was another word for pervert, genius another word for creep, that you should feel so absolutely blessed that his fingers trace up your skirt under the dinner table and slide under your panties while your dad’s picking at an edamame and you choke a whine into your tea.
Uncle Satoru just wants to protect you. He’s convincing himself more than he’s convincing you when your bedroom door cracks open and he slides behind you under the covers on the bed. Suguru’s just been called out for an emergency job so the house is all empty, aren’t you scared?
You’re not, but he doesn’t listen. He never listens, not when he drapes an arm over your side turned body, fingertips dancing down your shoulders to your waist, littering goosebumps in their path until they pause, digging into the flesh of your hip. You can feel the tent prodding at your ass, can feel it twitch and pulse at every involuntary moan, can feel the throbbing pool between your thighs betraying your screaming rationality.
It’s like he can sense it, can smell your reluctant arousal and body relaxing caged under his long limbs. This time his hand doesnt stop once inside your panties, they travel down, down, slicking up with every swipe down your slit, bringing it back up and grazing over that swollen bud, and you whine out loud this time, toes curling and blood dripping from the teeth sinking into your bottom lip.
“So sensitive,” you can feel his breath warm the shell of your ear and you want him to shut up, stop talking. “Does Suguru know his daughter’s been in thirsting over his best friend?” Stop talking. “Does Daddy know his lil girl touches herself at night while moaning his best friend’s name?”
The amusement in his voice makes you want to hide, makes you want to bury your face in embarrassment, makes you want to hate him for airing out delusional lie after lie— except it’s not a lie.
Because your hips are bucking into his palm, trying to catch his fingers on the bundle of nerves that’ll drown out the shame clouding your mind with the orgasm you’re chasing.
Uncle Satoru’s the only one for you. And he’s right, has been right since the day your dad introduced all 6’4 and messy snow white hair of him with his carefree laugh that’s so foreign to you, so foreign from everything your dad is.
That’s why he’s the only one who deserves you— to break you in, to mold your body until it knows only him, craves only him— and in your dazed state you can’t do anything but nod, can’t do anything but let him spread your thighs open and blush as he admires the glistening folds.
You don’t ask why he doesn’t prepare you, didn’t even realize when he’s pulled his waistband down and released his cock, but when you finally gather the courage to glance up at him the look behind the ice blue eyes are foreign, feral. The grace and charm of the sorcerer of the century is lost behind the pure brute of his cock sinking into you in one thrust, and your legs kick out before folding in around his waist.
He chuckles, you choke on a sob, the room fills with rhythmic slaps echoing off the walls of the empty house. It’s an ode to the taboo, a victory song for Satoru for finally taking his best friend’s daughter, but you’re too lost in the feeling of every thrust pushing his cockhead into that spongey patch, every thrust making your eyes roll back into your skull, every thrust pushing your tongue to loll out and brain wash over in pleasure.
Tell Uncle Satoru you love him.
The words come blubbering out, slurred with the spit and drool pooling out your lips, broken by every rough slap of his hips bruising into yours. You love him, have loved him since he’s taught you to ride a bike because your dad’s too busy to, since he let you scream your throat raw to him about your first heartbreak back in highschool, smoothing over your hair and pressing kisses to your head, promising you’ll find someone better, someone who deserves you more— someone more like him. But you swallowed that thought back then.
Tell Uncle Satoru he’s the only one for you.
You can feel your chest tightening up with the coil inside you, whines and cries shamelessly loud and nails clawing crescents down his back under his sweat-drenched top, “gonna cum for me?” And you do, on cue, body tensing as your walls pulse around him in tune with your palpitating heart.
You’re not sure when he cums, mind still floating on waves of euphoria, but your legs are shaking when he stills inside of you, hips stuttering before you feel the warmth flood out. He chuckles when he pulls out and you frown, you want to know why, what’s so funny?
“Looks like Daddy’s home,” and oh, that’s not very funny.
The bed dips and reinflates as he climbs off, limbs steady and suave and it annoys you how drastic the contrast is, annoys you how you’re boneless and breathing erratically while he’s so calm, so collected, so experienced.
Your hand finds the hem of his drying shirt as he moves towards the door, pinch it between your fingers and tug it lightly back towards you; Uncle Satoru should know what you want, been able to decipher everything else unspoken and hung in the air before. But he shakes his head, icy blue stare a degree warmer as he leans down to press a kiss to your hair.
your uncle is dead and thats a good thing. in fact, if that house on the hill didnt contain the eyes, the spooky boys wouldve found something else to get out.
yeah i
i had to go to his fucking funeral i know hes dead
the only reason im attracted to uncle kenma is bc hes 2d,, but if he layed a hand on me id jump him
my god fuck this is such a good concept—
TW: 18+, incest
Uncle Kenma loves his lil niece, loves sitting you in his lap and teaching you to play vidya. You’re terrible, but he doesn’t mind. It’s cute watching you chew on your bottom lip in concentration, brows furrowing in frustration. It’s not cute the way you’re squirming; it’s making his cock harder every time you brush your ass against the tent in his pants, and his morals are slowly fading, and it’s not cute at all.
So he focusses on the screen ahead, pupils slit in forced concentration, but it’s hard tracing over the pixels, and it’s hard trying to listen to your whines and complaints every time you die, and it’s hard pulling his mind away from your soft ass grinding up into him, and God he’s so fucking hard.
One stroke; his hips twitch upwards involuntarily and his heart almost stops in fear of you noticing. But you don’t, far too busy mashing the buttons on the controller, lil pink tongue sticking out in concentration, so he leans his body back into the couch with a sigh.
It’s embarrassing how his dick stands upright against the mound of your ass, a mockery in the way it’s presented; like an exhibit in front of the pink curtain of your skirt, his cock twitches underneath his sweats and he thinks you know— you must know.
But his morals are fading with every long sigh of disappointment at every death of the tiny pixelated player and you’re not reacting so it’s fine, right?
You don’t protest at his first hump, shifting slightly in his lap as his cock grazes over your ass, so he thrusts again, and again, and again; he builds a steady rhythm, panting in beat to your small body bouncing against his thighs, and when he leans over to glance at the screen he realizes it’s been on the menu for the past while.
It’s all the approval he needs before his hands find your hips to shift you so his cock is slotted right against the soaked slit through your panties. He lasts three thrusts before he’s cumming in his sweats, leaving a too obvious wet patch in the dark cotton and his niece whining and needy in his lap.
am a little late to the gojo sexy or not discourse but personally I think he gives off over touchy uncle vibes and that is what gets me tbh :/ or or moreso “dads pervy best friend”. Satoru who everyone loves bc he’s so funny and charismatic and cool and don’t you know he takes the time out of his busy schedule to come over and eat dinner with you guys every weekend? so why ruin it by telling your family how his hand sits a little too high on your thigh under the table, or he how pinches at your bum whenever you’re alone together..... I’ll cut myself off now before I get carried away gn 🤐
nonnie I hope u know because of this one ask my brain went haywire and spiraled and now I gift u a 1k drabble for sending me this idea that’s making me question everything I’ve ever said about Gojou. I have it schedules for 6pm my time aka in 3hrs but I just wanted to yell at u first for SENDING ME SUCH A BIG BRAINED FUCKING IDEA IM SCREECHING IM SCREAMING IM DYING HELP KAJSOSJSO THIS IS TOO FUCKING GOOD I AM STARING AT THIS ASK LEGS WIDE OPEN OHHH MY GODDDD
edit: here it is heuhuhu <333 thank u for making my brain juices flow n for da inspo, so much lov for u i owe u my life
that last anon talking about gojou as "dad's pervy best friend" has me dizzy oh my god
gojou as stepdad nanami's best friend who comes over for dinner from time to time and insists that you call him "uncle 'toru"
gojo coming over for movie night and slipping his hand up your thigh underneath the blanket he innocently suggested you share
gojou grumbling about how unfair it is that nanami gets to see you in your little pajama sets first thing in the morning (and then stealing one of said pajama sets for his own nefarious purposes)
miss pixie would u like my blog, I’m offering to u at the low cost of £0.0 please take it it’s what u deserve, this ask I’m—
WHERE WAS MY WARNING. THE WAY YOU CAME IN HERE AND JUST TOOK ME THE FUCK OUT HELP ME OHM Y GOD,, NO TRIGGER WARNINGS NO NOTHING, JUST PUSHED ME OFF THE EDGE JUST LIKE THAT I’M AKSJAINSAK
“Gojou grumbling about how unfair it is that Nanami gets to see you in your little pyjama set first thing in the morning (and then stealing one of said sets for his own nefarious purposes)”
is my next tattoo. I’m getting it on my neck, a whole neck piece of just that quote, I want it on me permanently, I’m SCREAAAAMING BECAUSE THE THING IS, Nanamin’s so stern, so strict and frigid, Gojou’s everything he’s not. Gojou’s the fun uncle, the cool one who teaches you everything Nanamin keeps away from you because he doesn’t want his lil girl tainted, and naturally you’re happy to be around Uncle ‘Toru, excited whenever he pops by.
What Nanamin doesn’t have to know is how he should’ve been keeping you away from Satoru instead, how the silly boys in your lectures and work don’t pose a hair of a threat, not when mature, experienced Uncle ‘Toru’s there to teach you about all the spots in your lil pussy that’ll make you squeal and cream all over him.
Okay so I loved your uncle katsu fic...if I could elaborate to give you some ideas here it goes...
So uncle Katsu likes to spoil you, everyone knows this. So when he asks to take you out shopping for the weekend on a trip, your parents don’t even question it. What they (and you) don’t already know is that he’s already bought you stuff that you both can enjoy...lingerie, a hotel room and time alone. His wife is at home, not a clue that her husband is fucking his niece into the mattress of a very luxurious hotel room. He leaves marks in your soft skin and he’s been waiting for this. You’re all that’s on his mind. Is awful, he’s marked, you’re his niece but at the same time, he can’t stop, he’s addicted and so are you... 🙈🙈🙈
Idk if this helped or is good enough but yeah just a new anon ☁️
FOSOSOAKOAKSOAKN THIS HELPED IN MAKING ME ABSOLUTELY FERAL AT 7AM OH MY GODDD
yesyesyes head empty except uncle katsuki offering to look after you on the weekends, innocent in all ways except the way he fucks you into the plush hotel bed, the way the pine green and orange lace accent your soft skin, the way you come home walking funny with one too many bruises and an unconvincing excuse of having tripped over a rock.
GODDD I JUST LOVE THE IDEA OF NUMBER ONE PRO HERO BAKUGOU KATSUKI CUCKING HIS WIFE WITH HIS OWN NIECE FUCKKK delicious thank u for the big brain horny miss cloud <33
HDJSJA IM BACK!! im the one who requested a part two of uncle!katsuki where he sees reader's messages with her friends joking about getting a sugar daddy (maybe he has access to her accounts wink wink) and just goes, "why? you don't need your uncle 'suki anymore? is that it?" PLEASE I JUST JSUSFSUAH 🤤🤤
oh my god I see u, welcome back, thank god u came back and fed me SUGAR DADDY! UNCLE KATSUKI PHEEEEW my god
Pro Hero Dynamight’s drowning in money, what with being not only first in popularity but also first in the ranks. So what if he just likes spending it on his cute lil niece? What if he just wants to spoil her rotten with the cutest dresses and prettiest earrings?
They say money can’t buy happiness, but seeing the smile on your face, the way you damn near radiate all dolled up and pretty is as close to happiness as it gets; happiness coming in the shape of his cock twitching in his hand, painting him with ropes of cum with your name in his mouth. ♡
