#thoughts: nanami

[lvmimis]

nanami returns from an evening jog to find you lounged on the couch, a bag of chips nearly decimated in front of you, crumbs the only survivors. you have never looked so much like a sloth, your hair in clear disarray and pajamas wrinkled as though it isn’t nearly 5pm.

“have you been there all day?” he asks. there is less condescension in your voice and more curious concern.

you try to sit up to look at him but raise your arms up instead making grabbing hands in his direction. he glances at you, then shakes his head and walks past into the hallway, but then you can see him reemerge in backwards steps back into your view from the living room.

your arms are up still and while he rolls his eyes, he pulls you up to sitting. The chip bag crumples in his hand as he cleans up your mess, and he’s looking at your lips for your curse since you haven't spoken yet, but gets a cheeky grin instead.

“i’m off today, you know?”

nanami moves the coffee table pulled closer to the couch to be within your reach back into its original position.

“it’s not like i haven’t seen you just laying around when you are working.”

you cross your legs and frown.

“only on night call!” you protest. he’s walking away now, but your apartment is small and you can still see him through the window of the kitchen, throwing away your mess.

“aren’t you the one who says man isn’t designed to labor forever?” you say, louder.

“that doesn’t mean you can just make messes!” he yells back. “did you eat real food today even?”

you pause to think.

did you eat anything other than those chips? when he comes out and sees you genuinely pondering, his frown deepens.

“you need to take care of yourself,” he says. his voice is stern but his volume is low so it’s somewhere between a grumble and a gentle demand. you look at him, then rise suddenly, pressing your hands on his distinctively sallow cheeks before he can pull away.

“are you really going to press me about eating with no meat on those cheeks?”

he grips your wrists gently pulling them off so you can’t feel the sudden burn in his skin.

“you know damn well i’m not skinny.”

you twist your mouth to the side, and then your brain drifts very briefly to the last time you’ve accidentally seen him naked and it’s time for your face to burn.

quickly you change the subject. he’s digging through the fridge now and you catch him off guard with a bottle of water in his hand. he drinks, and you find something else to focus on aside from the curve of his forearm and the way his neck looks extended back, eyes still focused on you. he doesn’t sweat a ton, but a drop of water misses and mimics dripping sweat and you wish he’d hurry up and fall in love with someone so you can focus your thinking on code and curses.

and only that.

“do you want to order food tonight then?” you ask. “so i get some real food?”

“satoru invited us out actually,” kento says.

you tilt your head.

“what do you mean ‘us’?”

nanami smiles. “i don’t want to third wheel and ___ wants you there.”

“so what am i doing? fourth wheeling?”

kento looks at you for a long moment and then sighs loudly before walking around you.

“what?”

you watch his form get smaller as he retreats to his room to ready himself for a shower.

“a normal person would have said double date,” is what you can faintly hear him grumble. you pretend you can't hear it but your cheeks warm on your way back to your bedroom.

[clearlydusty]

gamer lingo

[thoughtssvt]

nanami being the type to get upset that his wallet was stolen simply because someone else has a picture of you in their possession

nanami who goes along with your antics-- like pulling him into a photo booth-- because he loves you. unlike what you thought he wasn't all stiff and awkward. he wore a gentle smile on his face as he mimicked your poses. throwing up a relaxed peace sign in the first, happily squishing his cheek against yours in the second, taking matters into his own hands in the third as he tucked his finger under your chin, tilting your head until your lips met.

nanami who spins your desk chair until you're facing him, making sure your work is saved and your tabs are closed before taking your hand in his. he kisses each of your knuckles softly as he pulls you to stand, leading you to your bedroom because it's all too late and you'll be able to work better with a fresh brain in the morning.

nanami who hates working overtime because he'd much rather be with you. he'd much rather massage your feet while you're nose deep into a book or listen to your deep breaths when you fall asleep with your head rested on his shoulder.

nanami who never thought he'd be able to have a partner while being a sorcerer.

nanami who is grateful to have met you because you showed him he could.

nanami who would light the world on fire if that meant being with you for the rest of his days

domestic fluff w/ nanami | jjk men x reader masterlist

sanrio divider by pommecita

[nanamidays]

Husband Nanami Kento lived up to his reputation as the perfect husband. 

Husband Nanami Kento prides himself on being a good husband. He wants to fulfill all your needs. He'd say that's one of his love languages.

Husband! Kento Nanami, who thinks it's not a big deal when he hands you the deed of the house and it's under your name only. He thinks, what kind of husband would he be if you didn't own your home? 

 Husband! Kento Nanami, who only laughs when you tell him about the reactions your friends and family had when you told them. 

Months later, Husband! Kento Nanami and you get into a petty argument regarding the placement of the new coffee machine. 

You playfully say, “My house, my rules.”

Husband! Kento Nanami just says, Yes, my love. We’ll try it here and see how it goes. 

Husband! Kento Nanami will follow your rules because you are the head of the Nanami household, after all.

Oh my goodness, Ken! I’m just joking. I think you’re right. The coffee maker will have more room over there. 

Plus, my love, you paid for the house, so really you should have the final say,” you tell him with a shy expression. It's something that's been gnawing at you lately.

Husband! Kento Nanami, who reassures you it's YOUR house. As your husband, he knows he has a say, but ultimately, he trusts you with the final decision. Whether it's something small or big.

Husband! Kento Nanami reminds you it's legally yours. So you can do what you please with your house. Did you pay a single cent towards the house? No. Will he use that against you? Never!

Husband! Kento Nanami is appalled when you suggest he add his name under the deed. He reassured you that the house was a gift from him to you.

Husband! Kento Nanami says you being with him is payment enough. On the contrary, he is eternally indebted to you. You make him feel like no one else in this world.

Husband! Kento Nanami makes sure to reassure you that you don't need to feel indebted to him. As your husband, it's his job. He must provide for you. One he would happily work overtime for.

You give, Husband! Kento Nanami a passionate kiss. Before you can pull away, he kisses you again. He looks into your eyes and tells you he loves you. 

Husband! Kento Nanami makes all your worries go away. Because you believe him.

I love you too, my perfect Husband Kento Nanami. Then you kiss his nose and giggle.

Husband! Kento Nanami buys you a vacation home in Malaysia a month later. The deed is under the name Y/N Nanami. He intends to take you next week.

[cheriecoke]

nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.

so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.

still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.

the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.

he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.

because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.

it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.

naturally, no one came back twice.

he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.

though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.

by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.

by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.

on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.

he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.

“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”

“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“

but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.

“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”

a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”

though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.

“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“

“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”

[bowtiepasta]

PLUTO PROJECTOR: post argument texts 𑣿 — gojo, geto, toji, choso, nanami, sukuna cws: language, angsty, established relationships

romy 🐰 is typing… picture me hitting post and then immediately throwing my phone at the wall

© bowtiepasta: do not copy edit or repost anywhere

[sourpeachsayshi]

(Minors / ageless / blank blogs dni) - slight degradation; mention rough sex

you knew nanami was fit. you knew he was made of muscle. but you had no idea just how strong your boyfriend actually was until you both moved into your new place. you watched him pick up heavy furniture with such ease. move all the boxes without ever breaking a sweat. at one point you were standing in his way and he mindlessly just lifted you up and moved you aside like you were nothing to him.

three weeks since that day you have not stopped thinking about it. it boiled up and made you restless, until finally you had enough.

you sit down next to him on the couch this evening and demand: “I want you to me fuck me,”

kento’s eyes widen with surprise at your tone. his face puzzled as he registers what you just said.

you’re in a pair of panties and an oversized tee, while he’s still rocking his dressed down suit.

“well, good evening to you too…”

“please?”

“is someone in a mood?” he teases, eyes flickering to the book on his lap, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

you nod your head, the space between your legs throbbing.

your lover lets out a low and delicious laugh. “get in bed, and take off your clothes. I’ll be there in a minute…”

your heart thumps, “and you’re going to…fuck me, right?”

confusion contorts the muscles on his handsome face. “Isn’t that what I usually do?”

your cheeks burn. you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth and swallow your last nerve.

“you make love to me,” you explain, “but…you don’t fuck me…”

kento furrows his brows innocently, the tips of his ears turning slightly pink. “do you not enjoy it when I-“

you cut him off before he has a chance to finish. “no, no, it’s not that…” you crawl on top of his lap, and over the length of his body. you pluck his glasses away from his face and put down his book. “I want you to use me, to be rough with me…”

“hmmm,” he acknowledges, his legs spreading underneath you as he allows you to melt over him.

“I just…” you babble, two fingers reaching to play with the tips of his blonde hair. “I just didn’t realize how…strong you were…”

the tips of his cheekbones now turn red. he’s a little caught off guard, but you enjoy doing that to him once in a while.

“I don’t want you to hold back tonight. Pull my hair, tie me up, throw me down on the mattress. Whatever you want. I can take it…”

his dick twitches - and you feel it. you can see his tawny eyes go hazy as he attentively hangs onto your every word.

he swallows the catch in his throat.

“I could hurt you, love. I don’t want to do that…”

you shake your head in disbelief. “I don’t think you will. I trust you, kento…”

his index finger taps your back in contemplation.

“you want me to tie you up?” he repeats and your heart races as you eagerly nod your head.

“use you?”

you nod again.

“pull your hair?”

you nod once more, your breath going heavy.

he pushed the weight of his body up, the hand on your back trails up the spine until it threads between the strands of your hair. he grips it tight and brings his lips against your ear.

“you want be fucked?”

excitement builds in your core, the depth of his graveled voice sparking your arousal.

“yes,” you pant.

“you asked for this, my love,” he breathes, a shift in his tone sending shivers all over your body. “I won’t stop unless you say “strawberries”, no matter how much you beg…”

his lips brush against your cheek, pulling back until it lightly grazes over your mouth.

“and you…are just going to take it, like you said you would. am I right?”

your whole body hums at the shift in his demeanor, at this sudden seductive darkness that seemed to have taken over of your lover’s body.

“yes,” you agree, making him grin cheekily.

“that’s a good girl,” he praises, and pulls a gasp from your lips when he rips the string of your panties and yanks off the material, before discarding the garment over his shoulder and stealing a kiss.

[sleep-0-deprived]

Hands on my knees ~

Men who love it when you give messy blow jobs, just holding your head up by your scalp or pulling on your hair as you drool rolling your eyes forward making eye contact as their cock keeps your mouth too full to talk leaving you just gurgling mindlessly.

Men who hold one leg up fucking you in your bed putting their fingers in your mouth making you choke and suck on them as they snap their hips forward making your body jerk with each thrusts as you lay all fucked out and lewd.

Men who bend you over their knee fingering you harshly over and over rubbing up agaisnt your prostate milking it as they keep holding you bent by the arch of your back until you cum all over yourself.

Men who hold their face in your neck grunting in your ear whispering lewd words about how good you feel around them and how they wanna stay inside you forever, holding your body close skin to skin with you under them as they fuck you senseless.

Men who are silently great with after care despite them being so rough with you in the bed, clawing all the cum off you washing up the bed sheets bringing you pain killers if you need them, outside of sex they are total sweethearts and no one would ever think them to do such dirty things to you.

—Nanami, Kunikida, Toji, Sukuna, Jotaro, Zoro, crocodile, Uzui, Gojo, Geto, Bram, Choso

[lvmimis]

nanami takes a deep breath before turning the doorknob to his, well your, apartment and delivers a well rehearsed 'i'm home!' to complete and utter silence.

surprised but also not, he scans the room, fingers loosening his necktie as he walks, but as he approaches your room at the end of the hallway, he can hear the tap-tap-tap of furiously typing keys, along with the backlight of too many screens, and he's aware that you're actually still there.

perhaps you didn't hear him, and he doesn't feel like repeating the joke.

since your door isn't locked, he decides to invite himself in, hoping that you're not sitting in your desk chair in your underwear like you were four weeks ago, barely batting an eyelash as you turned as though you were fully clothed forcing him to reflexively cover his eyes.

this time as you hear him, you don't turn but you raise one hand, still typing with the other to wave at him.

"deadline?" he asks.

you shake your head.

right at the time you swivel in the chair, he's put two and two together. your lips have been sealed again sometime between the last time he saw you and now, and you're signing to him, letting out a noiseless sigh, a cloud of cursed energy floating over the lower half of your face.

"who did you tell about themselves?" he sighs back.

you sign a noncommital, I slipped, and he sighs, making his way towards your bed and sitting down on the edge. you want to say something about changing from outside clothes before contaminating your bedding but you'll allow it. just for today.

"okay well now you're forced to listen to me," nanami offers. you glance at the mismatched long socks on his feet and point, shaking your head.

"leave me alone," he says, flatly.

stop dressing like a clown and i won't comment on the circus, you sign.

"still amazes me how you manage to be more annoying when you're forced to be silent," he quips, but he chuckles. you smile.

"how long is the time limit this time?" he asks, rising to retire for the evening.

a couple hours, you sign.

"gojo should have been born with this technique instead," he mutters. "sick of hearing that he's in love." you laugh.

did he tell you about her toes again? i heard you telling him not to call you in the middle of the night last time.

nanami rubs his temples.

"setting my phone to do not disturb for the rest of the evening."

he rises finally with an exaggerated groan that you'd make fun of more if you could, but he's turned his attention and won't be watching you sign anymore. you turn back to your work but realize you want to talk more before he leaves. as you look back at him, he's reaching for the light, flickering it back on and you hiss dramatically yet soundlessly.

"you're going to damage your eyes," he replies without consequence.

there's nothing important for me to see. and i'm saving us on the light bill.

"you don't pay the light bill," he reminds you. it's true. you pay water and other utilities, but he's claimed light and a little bit more of the rent.

you purse your lips but decide not to argue more. letting yourself breathe out through your nose, you return to your code. it seems like a silly day job for someone who technically a sorcerer, but nanami is a literal salaryman. you're in the same boat.

your phone buzzes, and it's a message from your roommate again, despite the fact that he's long gone.

can i eat the leftovers?

they're not leftovers. i purposefully cooked for two, weirdo.

you see a chat bubble rise then fall, then a like to your message that brings a smile to your face.

perhaps no longer living alone isn't so bad.

[satorrruuu]

The type of guy who gets real close to your face when he makes you cum.

Forehead to forehead, he’s got you underneath him or straddling his lap with his fingers fucking into you, fast. You sound so wet down there but he’ll have to see it when he makes you cum a second time because right now he’s bewitched by your eyes rolling back and your cute lips parting, unable to contain any of your moans.

He laughs and kisses the corner of your open mouth if you squeal and squirm when he doesn’t stop.

[beaunoor]

when your bf wants to experiment with you riding on top. he's gripping your thigh with one hand while the other holds the vibrating wand to your clit.

𓇼𓇼𓇼

The tv in the background plays a late night show on low, while you lay your cheek on his chest, one hand lazily rubbing small circles on his chest. He lays out on the bed, eyes on the tv. He’s got one hand behind his head and the other lightly massaging your hair. It’s moments like these that you love. It was just you two in the quiet world.

But the touching and massages always turn into something more. Especially when in the privacy in your bedroom you both are barely clothed in the first place. These moments always end in more heavy petting, where you both ruin the quiet air with raspy gasps and moans. 

You're on his lap now, the both of you sat up. Your lips on his, mouths wet and moving in a dance. Your hands running through his hair, gripping his tresses desperately. His hands run down your back grabbing a handful of your ass, then up again to your back to pull you into him, getting your hips to move in a slow tandem on his growing bulge.

“Let’s try something different this time baby.” He says after pulling away from your lips, a small grin forming

“Like what?” You ask, going back to kiss his cheek then his jaw—

“Just stay on top and you’ll find out.” You pull away and raise an eyebrow at the suggestion. “Don’t worry, I promise you’ll like it.” He smiles innocently.

Except maybe you like it too much.

“Hahh, please!” you exclaim, feeling him buck up into you again. Hands flexing in the air, knowing you couldn't touch anywhere.

He’s got one hand around your thigh, squeezing every so often, while the other holds the wand still. You’re struggling to control your sounds when the powerful vibrations coming from your sex toy rubs on your mound. Then the force of his cock drives up again and you can't help but let out a scream. Your neighbors are sure to get a kick out this tonight.

“Remember you can’t touch, stay still baby.” he mutters, eyes watching what he can see himself move in and out of the tight grip you have on him.

You’re struggling keeping yourself upright, the stimulation of everything making your head fuzzy and your body shaking. He won’t relent on the pounding, you barely doing any of the work.

“Nngh, stop! Please! n’t take it anymore!” you cry, tears welling up, hands coming down to rest on his chest to keep yourself upright.

“I know, I know. Feels so good.” he coos at you, reveling in the erratic movements of your body, “You can take it.”

He moves the toy away and tosses it aside, both hands coming to grip your hips to hold you in place as he bucks deeper into you. Hitting that gooey spot over and over to help finish you off.

“Oh my god—I’m cumming, I’m cu–” you’re cut off from your words by the force of your orgasm, juices squirting out as your mouth opens in a silent scream. Your body jolting at the powerful contractions happening in your abdominal cavity. 

“Oh baby, did you just squirt?” he lets out a small laugh as your arms give up and you fall forward onto his chest, sweaty and breathing heavily. All you can do is let out a quiet whimper.

“Hold on baby. I didn’t get to cum yet.”

toji, kento, satoru, eren, connie, armin, jean, suguru, isagi, yuta, kaeya, takuma, sae, ryusei, hanma…whoever else seems right to you

wrote this really quick to get something out

[blondieeu]

sleepy. satoru g.

satoru who you live with and bicker back and forth like the old married couple you plan to be.

you guys could argue about anything really. how he acted to the nice man on the phone trying to fix the house wifi, him forgetting to take his shoes off at the door, or even how you accidentally hurt his feelings one day and didn't apologize because you didn't know.

but one thing satoru never did was turn his back to you while the two of you were sleeping. didn't matter how mad he was, how serious or petty the argument had been, anything.

"satoru?"

"mm?"

"why don't you ever turn your back to me when youre mad?"

you lay there together, under the roof you've known to call home and his pretty blue eyes on your own, in silence.

he doesn't say anything at first, you'd think he was already asleep if he wasn't staring right at you. blinking slowly he responded, sleep embedded into his voice.

"i guess i just cant go to sleep mad at that pretty face."

like this one? check out prettypretty , or lust

blondieeu xx

[pseudowho]

Nanami Kento Masterlist, Part One

REQUESTS CLOSED!

Updated: 12th October 2024 -> ANY SUBSEQUENT UPDATES ON NANAMI KENTO MASTERLIST, PART TWO

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🔥 Smut 💔 Angst 💕 Romance

☕ Comfort/Fluff 🤡 Clowning

🐙 Monsterfucking 📚 Education (*dirty laugh*)

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1st of December 🔥☕💕 -- No-Nut November is over-- but Nanami Kento won't let you get away with it that easily.

7:3 🤡 -- Nanami Kento never thought about his 7:3 pattern...a fourth wall breaking moment.

BabywearingDad!Nanami" Ask and Drabble ☕

Bedlocked 💕🔥☕-- University!AU; will you and Kento be pushed to breaking point, when forced to share a room and a bed on a city thesis trip?

Behind the Wall 💕🔥💔-- who was this stressed, suited man visiting your gloryhole...and how could you fall in love so easily?

Childbearing Hips 💕☕🔥-- once Gojo points them out, Kento can't stop looking... And Part Two!

Conbini ☕💕-- Itadori Yuuji didn't like Kento, at first. A Papamin drabble. Kento x Reader.

"Dad Reflexes" Ask and Drabble 🤡💕☕-- Nanami Kento can catch anything.

Daylight Robbery 💕☕🔥-- when Gojo asks Nanami to cuckold him and his fiancée, things don't go the way Gojo planned...

Debellatio 🔥💕-- a Nanami x Reader x Higuruma sex-pollen threesome.

Deeper, Harder, Faster 🔥-- a Nanami x Reader x Ino threesome, where Nanami teaches Ino how to make love to his girlfriend. Based on a @nanaslutt post.

Deliverance 💕🔥-- with Vampire!Priest!Nanami

Disappointed ☕💕💔-- a Papamin drabble. When Yuuji takes himself on a suicide mission, Kento rescues him and chastises him with the reader.

Ditch the Party 🔥💕-- Nanami Kento hates parties. But the drinks? The drinks make him bold.

Domain Expansion theory-- Pseudowho's vision of Nanami Kento's domain expansion.

Domestic Bliss series 💕☕--

#1 Rant #2 Indentured Servitude #3 Car Repairs #4 Laundry #5 Foodie #6 Spicy #7 Cravings

Drunk Pick-Up Services 💕☕-- Husband!Nanami picks up the drunk reader and takes her home.

Edging Nanami Kento 🔥💕-- The reader drives Nanami Kento to the edge and back again.

Every Time 🔥💕☕-- you and Kento forget something vital when you have sex-- every fucking time.

Father's Day ☕-- a Papamin drabble. Kento misses the point, when Yuuji asks to buy him lunch.

Fire and Iron 💕☕🔥-- AU!Nanami Kento is the town blacksmith, and the reader is forced to stay the night after tending to his wounds.

Full 🔥☕💕-- Nanami Kento treats his pregnant wife like the goddess she is.

Glory Glory 🔥☕💕-- "Help, I'm stuck!" on a mission with Kento, and he takes full advantage of the compromising position.

Good Boy 🔥💕-- after a bad day, you know exactly what Kento needs to help him relax...

Good Girl 💕🤡 -- a drabble

Grandpapamin ☕💕-- Nanami Kento as a grandfather, Headcanons.

Grey 🔥💔💕-- The reader lives a vigilante life; so does Nanami Kento, a changed man after the events of Shibuya. When she is sent to hunt him down, Nanami Kento has a proposition for her.

Grey! Nanami Headcanons Part One ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader headcanons.

Grey! Nanami Headcanons Part Two ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader headcanons.

Grey! Nanami Christmas ⛄🎄 Headcanons ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader Headcanons.

Hanahaki 💕☕💔-- being in love with you is killing Nanami Kento.

Hands 💕🔥-- smutty drabble, SloppyDrunk!Kento

Hide and Seek 🔥-- Game night gets spicy.

Homebodies 💕☕-- You and Kento really, really, really don't want to go out.

Hot 💕🌶️☕-- You interrupt Kento while he's cooking...and things go horribly wrong.

"How well can you drive?" 🔥 -- the reader takes matters into her own mouth so Kento can prove his driving skills.

Infiltration (MULTI-CHAPTER) 🔥☕💔💕

(COMPLETE!) --the reader and Nanami Kento must pretend to be married, infiltrating a Curse-user cult to take it down from the inside.

Chapter One: Introduction

Chapter Two: Pillow Talk

Chapter Three: Deadly Games

Chapter Four: The Rumbling Shrine

Chapter Five: Breaking Point

Chapter Six: Exposed

Chapter Seven: The Captive Goddess

Chapter Eight: Unchained

In From the Cold ☕🔥💕-- The reader wanders in the snow, lost and injured after a mission gone wrong; will Nanami Kento save her?

Kento Comes Home Drunk 🔥💕-- and the reader handles his advances like a total champ.

And, its sequel... Reader Comes Home Drunk 🔥 💕-- where Kento manages the reader's advances like an absolute champ.

Kingsman!AU Nanami/Galahad 🔥💕☕

Kintsugi 💕💔☕-- you paint Kento's scars, until he shines with gold. Pre and post-Shibuya AU.

Knismolagnia 🔥💕-- Kento has a somewhat...erotic response to being tickled.

Last Moments 💔☕-- Nanami Kento remembers a childhood holiday.

Nanami Kento, and the Curses of an Unusual Nature (MULTI-CHAPTER) -- Nanami Kento is deemed the only Sorcerer sensible enough to handle some frankly weird Curses

- Chapter 1: Gone Shopping 🤡 -- locals are going missing at a large shopping centre; Nanami Kento is sent to investigate.

Nanami Kento's Massive Squeezable Man Tiddies 🔥☕-- the reader being casually obsessed with Kento's chest...repost link HERE!

Next of Kin 💕☕-- a Papamin drabble, feat. Higuruma Hiromi. Yuuji is arrested, and uses his one call on Kento.

Operation Babymaker (a new series!) 💕💔🔥☕ -- Nanami Kento takes trying for a baby very seriously indeed.

A Trip to the Tailors-- the reader reveals she's been off the pill for months, and Kento cannot contain himself.

Benchpress-- the reader interrupts Kento's workout, and is manhandled into submission.

Ditch the Party...again-- tipsy Kento is back, and deadlier than ever.

Wet Dreams-- Kento gives the reader a free-pass for when he's asleep...and he returns the favour.

Honeytrap/Maid Café-- you are sent to honeytrap a Curse-user on ovulation night...and Kento hunts you down to a Maid Café.

Grapple-- you ask Kento to teach you how to fight, and things get sexy.

Papamin's Big Day ☕-- Nanami Kento takes his baby for her first vaccinations, and finds it...emotional.

Push ☕💕-- two become three, as the reader gives birth in Nanami Kento's arms.

Raising You ☕💔💕-- When the reader is de-aged by a Curse, Nanami is forced to raise her like a daughter.

Red 🔥💔-- Nanami Kento, the infamous Curse-user, has been on the run for years...what will you do when he catches up to you?

Resolute ☕💔💕-- The reader helps Nanami to accept that he has a drinking problem.

Roleplay 💕🤡-- You pretend to be another woman, and Nanami Kento gives you the roleplay of your dreams.

Seasons of Grief 🔥💔💕☕ -- The reader supports Nanami Kento through the anniversary of Yuu Haibara's death, and afterwards, when Kento nearly loses the reader

Sexual Orientation 🔥💕☕-- it's not what you think. And, its little follow-up... Mine 🔥💕-- where the Reader loses her cool, just one time.

Shaving Lesson ☕💕🔥-- dad's teach their sons how to shave... and Yuuji doesn't have one. A Papamin drabble.

Shirtsleeves 🔥 -- The reader steals Kento's last shirt, and receives her comeuppance.

Skrunkly 💕☕🔥-- Kento loves you even when you look like a dirty raccoon.

Smut [smuht] (noun) 💕🔥-- Kento catches you reading smut...and pretends to be the bad guy from your story, seducing you.

Still Got It ☕💕-- The Nanami kids' parents are boring...right?

Stoic 💕🔥-- Kento is furious when Gojo assumes that his lack of PDA towards the reader shows a lack of desire.

The Accumulation of Little Despairs ☕💔💕 -- The reader struggles with low-mood; Nanami Kento comes to the rescue

The Chase 🔥💕-- The reader has insisted on No-Nut November; Nanami Kento gets his revenge by hunting her down and taking his reward.

The Silent Stars Go By 🔥💕☕-- Shibuya Ending Rewrite! Nanami Kento feels his death approaching...but he beats fate, when he tracks you down to confess his love for you.

The Voice P1 and P2 (two parts) 💕☕🔥-- VoiceActor!AU. A chance meeting in the dark with Nanami, sends him on a desperate search for the woman of his dreams.

Work Wife 💕☕-- someone wants to be Nanami Kento's work wife, and he's not happy about it.

The Wristwatch 💕☕-- How does Nanami Kento make sure everyone (including you) knows you're his girl?

The Wrong Tie 🔥-- Nanami x Reader AND Higuruma x Reader...Nanami and Higuruma make a mistake after fucking their wives in the same cupboard.

Why I love Nanami Kento

Yet Another Sex Pollen Fic, PART ONE 🔥💕

And...PART TWO 🔥💕 -- the reader has a problem... and only Nanami Kento can help her scratch the itch.

[sourpeachsayshi]

minors - ageless - blank blogs dni - cw: daddy kink; daddy!dom; age gap

it was the build up to the moment that did it - the fact that you're with a man who is just so firm, so doting, so caring. kento won't let you lift a finger for a thing. he guards you like you're his to protect. if you could describe kento with just one word, it would be strength. because it was a trait that he carried over in every possible aspect of his life.

and you just couldn't stop fixating on that fact, and how it made your heart and pussy pulse with affection.

you didn't even hear yourself say it when it happened. you were so delirious being loved up with nanami's fingers and mouth working the space between your legs. he kept edging you, and edging you - wanted to see how well you could hold out for him. and when he permitted you to let go of the reigns, the words came out as a soft whimper once your orgasm flooded through your body.

"mmph, uh... thank you, daddy.~"

nanami perked up so fucking fast.

"what did you just call me?"

when the realization hits, you find yourself flushed with heavy embarrassment. your eyes prick with tears, your mouth going dry as you stammer excuses. you don't want him to think you are a freak or something but you're completely tongue tied as you try to explain what motivated you to call him that, stuttering "it's not-not like that..."

but your words carry as much weight as air. and it really doesn't help that your boyfriend is also older than you.

the tips of kento's ears are fucking hot. it's not like he's oblivious to this particular kink - it just wasn't his thing. hell, before you, nanami never really dated women who were younger than him. but you triggered something in him when that word came out of your mouth.

he runs his fingers through his blonde strands, and ponders it for a second before leaning in to kiss your forehead and your lips, and shushes you to quieten down. "it's okay, baby, it's okay," he soothes, "there's no need to be embarrassed. it happens, right?"

his dick is hard, and once he calms you down he is able to slip his cock between your wet folds again. your chest heaves slightly, a little sniffle leaving you as your lashes flutter close to hold back your tears.

nanami's hands are on your pelvis, dragging back and forth over the slope of the curve. "feel better?" he soothes, keeping an even rhythm as he sees your body grow softer with every thrust.

you nod your head, and find the courage to correct yourself. "thank you, kento..."

he bites his bottom lip, and holds back a smile. you're always so polite with him in the bedroom, he thinks it's fucking adorable. he thrusts a little harder, making you whimper to grab your attention. he buries himself deep inside you, halting all his movements. when you notice, you open your eyes to catch his stare, your cheeks stinging.

"come again?" he asks.

"I-I said thank you..." you answer innocently.

"I heard."

you look down at where your bodies connect, furrowing your brows in confusion and attempt to move yourself to get some relief, but kento just grips onto you tightly.

he rolls his hips teasingly, "you don't have to call me by my name. I know you what you want to say..."

there's a lump in your throat instantly. and you part in your lips in surprise as your heat races. "I...I can't..."

"oh, darling," your lover continues, a wicked tone highlighting that devilish smirk, one that's so sinful it looks foreign on that handsome face. he rocks back to drag his length out of you, then pushes in achingly slow. "I heard how it sounded. heard how turned on you were saying it..."

he picks up the pace of his movements, his words relentlessly egging you on. "you're just showing me how grateful you are, right? showing me that you you're happy with how I take care of you..." he offers in a tender voice. "making me proud that my girl is so well behaved..."

you whine, your hand fisting the bed sheet underneath you when you realize what your lover is actually doing. "oh my god..."

he tuts, "m'not asking for your prayers right now, sweetheart..."

the noise that comes out of you is broken as he returns to his original pace, fucking you exactly the way you like.

"please don't stop..."

"who are you asking?"

"you..."

"who?"

he's persuading you with his body and his words, and it makes your toes curl as you feel the title sit on the tip of your tongue.

"you, daddy~" you whine, as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"use your words..." he scolds light heartedly.

"daddy, please don't stop~ it feels really good..."

"that's my girl," he grunts with desire, his arousal hitting a new peak. he flashes you his pearly whites, watches your body melt into a puddle of lust. "we are going to have so much fun with this, princess..."

[seiwas]

papa nanami and how he can't decide which fleece jacket he should buy for his little girl—

they’re tiny, the length of the fabric spanning his two palms and a half. he’s thinking hard on this one—tan or pink? tan or pink… tan or pink.

the store is closing soon; the only free time he had was after work, now, half an hour before dinner. he should hurry so he can go home already—to his little girl and you.

he sighs, holding the jackets up again. tan or pink...

hm.

he makes his choice.

.

when he arrives home, crouching low as his little girl comes crashing into him—the shopping bag falls to his side, hands holding her close. you peek from the kitchen, smile warm and in love.

kento always makes it in time for dinner, no matter what.

after tickles and giggles and a big munching on her cheek, your little girl pulls her papa by his pinky, dragging him over to you.

you always give him a kiss on the cheek.

“welcome home, my love.” you whisper by his ear, setting the last bowl of food down on the dining table.

you spot the shopping bag by the foyer, sneaking him a look, “did some early gift shopping?”

he follows your eyes, picking up your little girl as he sets her down on her seat.

“bought some fleece jackets for her, before it gets too cold.”

your lips curl up, knowing you chose the right man; his foresight, the way he looks after you both—it makes your heart swell as you walk to pick up the shopping bag.

when you pry it open, you’re met with fuzzy bundles of tan and pink. you snort, “couldn’t pick?”

he flushes, cheeks turning the same shade as the fabric in front of you—he points to his suit, “she said she wanted to match with me.”

your mouth forms an ‘ah’, still smiling, “and the pink?”

“i thought it’d look cute on her.”

he turns to your little girl, grip tight on her silicon utensils as she stabs around her food. she’s almost on her way to full sentences now and it shouldn’t make him this sentimental, but it does.

he wants her to stay this tiny forever.

his little girl.

“what do you think, baby?” you hold up the pink jacket beside you, speaking to your daughter.

she giggles, silicon fork in hand as her bib bounces; her eyes, the same brown as her papa’s but shaped like yours, sparkles, “pwitty! pwitty on!”

“papa always has good taste doesn’t he?” you look at your husband fondly.

your little girl babbles, giggling.

and nanami doesn’t know what he did to deserve this—your little family, but if he has to buy every fleece jacket in the world to keep you both warm and toasty, he will.

he’ll even make you all matchy.

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[lvmimis]

a/n: part of cursed!reader series of drabbles. sfw.

"y'know, it'd be nice to be loved like that," you muse as you follow nanami into the subway station. it's almost 3am, and both of you have sobered up a bit, knowing that satoru and his partner are probably stumbling into one of their apartments' drunk in their own right. you think for a moment that perhaps you should have actually explicitly made sure they made their own way safe, but you're pretty sure even piss drunk gojo can protect him and your friend.

nanami looks tired as usual, but he has a content smile on his face. you wonder if he heard you speak as you sit by him.

"oi, are you even listening to me?"

nanami turns his attention to you, a gentle flush of red on his sharp cheekbones letting you know that he probably is a little more drunk than you expected. it must be nice - you're often careful because you're a chatty drunk, and waking up after blacking out with multiple senses stolen from you is probably not ideal.

"always," he says. you raise an eyebrow. the train doors close and you start moving.

it's a strange answer from him but you allow it.

you sigh, stretching your legs out in front of you. there's just a singular man in the front part of your subway car, and he looks nonthreatening so you lose interest quickly. not much is there to look at, and when you look back at your friend, kento is peering at you through his glasses.

"what part of it do you like?" he asks. he chuckles, and you feel like you're being teased.

"i didn't say i liked it."

"you literally just said 'it would be nice.'"

heat rushes to your cheeks, but then you bite your lip and decide to own it.

"you know what, yes! i'm tired of being single. why would i want to be going halfsies on a tiny apartment with a sourpuss like you when a man should be appreciating my charm and treating me like a queen?"

it's nanami's turn to raise an eyebrow.

"do you think you deserve better?" he asks. you make a show of gasping in shock.

"why i never-"

nanami laughs louder this time and crosses his arms over his chest leaning back into the plastic covered seat. any time he laughs this much you're filled with an odd feeling, dread because he's probably making fun of you, or confusion... perhaps jealousy? you don't think you're that funny, but he doesn't seem to find anyone else as amusing. you hate that.

his hand rests on the top of your head suddenly and you kick him gently in the ankle.

"i deserve it," you remind him. you try to keep your eye contact fierce, making sure he doesn't patronize you; he lets his hand drop back to his side but continues to give you a pretend bemused look.

"perhaps."

breathing out through your nose, you decide you'll get him where it hurts.

"are you gonna pretend you're not bitter that your love life sucks?" you ask. he peers again at you sideways, then grins.

"i try not to think about it too much," he replies, promptly.

his ankles cross, and you consider kicking him again but the second time might actually hurt and you don't actually intend to hurt him. you purse your lips to the side and avert your attention instead. the shadows in the subway station start to hypnotize you the longer you focus on them, then you realize you are kind of sleepy. one of you has to stay awake to make it home safely, so you decide to return to antagonism.

"are you still pining over women who are inaccessible?"

nanami's eyes have closed shut by now but they open again.

"whatever do you mean?" he hasn't turned to look at you yet, and you're looking for the tick in his jaw that suggests annoyance but there's nothing yet.

"i told you to stop falling for lesbians, remember?" you tease him.

nanami gives you a look that lasts a bit too long, and for a moment you wonder if you've actually wounded him. you breathe in sharply and you're preparing to say the words, "sorry" but then he interrupts you quickly with the following,

"are you a lesbian?"

the question catches you off guard in the slight inebriation of hours after karaoke, where trot and enka play on loop and the taste of overpriced sushi swallowed not on your dime still ghosts on your tongue.

you would ask, "what's that supposed to mean?" but it's clear. kento's leaned into you and the train is slowing to a stop. you think your heart might slow to a stop too. he must be joking with you.

"i think you're too drunk, you're not making any sense." you finally say through your teeth, but the fact that you're suddenly flustered is apparent in the waver in your voice. kento snorts but it's soft and accommodating, not petulant.

the overhead PA tells you to unboard and kento moves first, getting to his feet but looks back at you and catches you as you stumble on heels too high for just karaoke and meeting with your closest friends.

your hand is in his and he lets go once you're steady.

you thank him but he can't steady your heart too.