#Nanami

[delzinrowe]

incorrect jjk quotes [41/?]

[ginanamis]

HELLOO, sorry I haven't post anything here lol. I'm back with emo Nanami :))))

[sukunasdirtylaugh]

"you know I'd do anything for you."

"ken..."

"I mean it," the yakuza boss persists, leaning forward as the two of you sit in the comfort of your shared matrimonial bed, 4 months of marriage with yet no arguments to be seen (to the surprise of everyone around you: maids, friends, your mother, and you). kento has been all the accommodating in this transition. even when he knew half your heart did not want to settle in like this, in this world.

"you don't have to say that," you hope the softness in your voice can lessen the weight of your words, "we don't have to do this... thing,"

"does my desire to put myself at your will make you uncomfortable?"

"i-it's not that-"

"then will you allow me?" he asks, "not as my wife, but as you," the way he says your name makes your heart skip a beat, your throat contracts as he leaves you with a question you were not expecting.

"I don't know what you're asking of me." you almost flinch when he sighs, fearing you've made this entirely worse, but at your question, your husband takes your hands in his.

"allow me to join you for brunch," you know exactly what he means by this. every saturday, you liked to eat outside the porch. with a book in hand or a pen, you used these objects as a means of comfort.

you now realize he was trying to be the same.

"okay," you breathe, sighing shakily as you nod. "do you... want to start tomorrow?" he nods.

"I'd like that, thank you."

[pseudowho]

Domestic Bliss: Nanami Kento #3, Car Repairs

18+, MDNI, suggestive

Nanami Kento always looked so polished, so tidy. Even when he woke up in the morning, it would be untrue to say he looked messy...just sleep-mussed and sweet.

But god, did he scruff-up well.

You stood at the garage door, enjoying the show.

Kento was bent over the open hood of the car. In old, ripped blue jeans, and a snug white t-shirt, you drank your fill of his oil-smeared biceps, the little smudges of grime on his belly every time he reached, his t-shirt riding up...you took a gulp of your tea, then coughed, sputtering, distracted.

"How long are you going to hide there, hmm?"

You bit your lip with a guilty smile. Sidling round to the front of the car, you slid a mug of coffee across the work-bench to Kento. He hummed gratefully, taking a drink, and planting a metal-tang kiss to your forehead. You obsessed over the oily fingerprints he left behind on the mug as he lay back on the creeper board, sliding beneath the car.

You watched his abs flexing underneath his shirt, then revealed as his shirt rode up again. Listened to the clangs and grunts as he worked. Your mouth watered at his happy trail, and the firm V-line disappearing under his boxers. By the time he slid out, standing up again, you couldn't help yourself.

"You look good."

Kento looked at you with narrow eyes, and the barest of smiles; "Yeah?"

"Yeah. All...oily. Your hands are so dirty. It's...different. For you."

Kento had already slammed the hood shut, and he faced you, looming over you, shepherding you back until your thighs hit the hood. He slipped his calloused, grubby hands under your shirt, gripping you by the waist. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, lifting you onto the hood, and pushing your thighs apart so he could settle between them.

"...well, then," he rumbled, cupping the side of your face, ghosting his nose over yours, "...where do you want these hands?"

Momentarily, laughing, you found yourself flipped over, bent over the hood with your arse up and your toes scraping the floor. Kento lowered your jeans and underwear just to plant an oily-handed slap to your cheeks, groaning at the wobble, your delighted squeak, and the grubby handprint he left behind.

Giggling and squealing, letting Kento kiss and undress you, and rub his mechanic's cologne over you, you let him put his hands wherever he liked.

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Nanami x Reader

A Gift of the Magi inspired AU

Nanami and you met in college and fell in love fast. With his quick dry wit and your intellect, you got along and were a perfect match for each other.

Nanami proposed with his mother's ring. A simple gold band, tiny scratches all over standing testament to what was a long covenant.

You got married in a second hand dress, the lace of which you carefully repaired yourself. The hemline reached your ankles, and the bodice, pulled together with alteration after alteration sat snug on your body.

He wore his better suit, a cream carefully maintained over the years and his shoes polished till you could see your face in it.

The wedding party was small, family, and your closest friends. And when everything wrapped up and everyone said their goodbyes, Nanami knelt before you, taking your hand in his, and promised you that he would become a man worthy of being called your husband.

You knelt to meet his eye and whispered "You already are, my heart..."

But the recession hit and layoffs found you without a job. You desperately scoured the internet for work and looked through your contacts for any opportunity.

Meanwhile Nanami's company also downsized. Reducing both in a workforce and remuneration.

With paycuts and a lack of employment he worked twice as hard to provide. Making sure his pretty little wife would never have to do more than that which is necessary.

You took up a job in a convenience store, managing and selling people what they'd need.

And at night when you came home you'd come home to him, haggerd and sagging shoulders but your eyes lit up seeing the other.

Seeing you walking towards the apartment you made a life in, Nanami physically felt his shoulders lift. His spirit soar. There you were, an angel among the mundane. Your hair shone in the street lights. Your eyes twinkled like lanterns.

You felt a spring bloom in your step and ran into his outstretched arms as he enveloped you in the biggest hug.

"How was your day, my flower?"

"A little tedious but better now, my heart"

You walked up to your flat, in each other's arms. He nuzzled his nose against your head and kissed your hair. Dinner was an intimate affair. Rice, fish, miso soup with a generous sprinkle of kisses and hugs. Nanami felt you wrap your arms around his waist as he stirred the soup and fried the fish – your lips against his back, and turned around to softly press his lips against yours. Your hands reached up to his hair ruffling the corporate alignment away. His hands found home on the curves of your ass as he lifted you closer to him, deepening the kiss.

Nanami drank you in. So many years after, but he still felt the butterflies he had when he first asked to kiss you.

When dinner was finished, and the plates cleared away, you both wasted no time in crawling into bed. The city lights illuminated the room, barely kept at bay by the thin curtains. And you found yourself being loved by your husband.

Fingers intertwined, he pushed into you, swallowing your soft moans and cries. His lips were hot against yours, tongues exploring. Your bodies moved in tandem, he knew yours so well. Your twitches, your shudders, every jerk leading to your climax. And when you did, he helped you ride it out on his cock, gently bringing you down from your high and finishing himself off outside you.

Nanami and you didn't have much, but you had each other, and at the end of the day that's really all that you needed...

A big thank you to @uchihasanctuary for hearing me out. When I had these thots in the first place.

[yanderederee]

NANAMI YANDERE ALPHABET

The request did not have a letter attached, so I picked one I liked♡

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Nanami is extremely level headed, and even under the most dire of circumstances, he is always composed.

Nanami is very attentive, and does everything to make your life easier so you are rarely ever stressed. Therefore, you have very little to complain to him about. So there really isn’t anything you could do to actually make him violent.

He may have a mild sense of annoyance about him if you are constantly making things difficult for him, but he’s always careful to avoid getting you involved with stressful situations. (Helps with housework and does it more than satisfactory, cooks often and takes you out to eat anytime you ask, goes behind the scenes to distance harmful people out of your life, etc etc.)

He won’t take away any basic rights, but is adamant on you two moving in together rather quickly.

The closest Nanami could come to hurting his darling would be if he accidentally went overboard in the bedroom wink wink.

He’s just so infatuated with how deeply he loves his partner, being the most vulnerable he has ever been in his life, this close to you… he might slip up once in how intimate his feelings become, but if he really hurt you, it would never happen again.

Even if you like his rough side, he is extremely cautious with you and wants absolutely nothing to get in the way of your safety. Even if he can control it, Kento is worried he may accidentally take it too far. Doesn’t trust anyone, even himself, with deploying punishments/kinks like that.

[nanaminokanojo]

PRESIDENT HOTTIE | nanami kento x you

💛 nothing, just you, your nonsense and your huge crush on the president of the school council

CW/TW: none really | strong & some suggestive language

MASTERLIST

A/N: Lol this has been sitting on my drafts after I remembered a certain someone from my uni days.

© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI’S JUJUTSU KAISEN. [20240227]

PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART/ANY MEDIA CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

[foundheavenly]

Hello I wanted to ask about a fic with a dying SO in the arms of Geto,Gojo and Nanami?

If that's too much characters then I choose Gojo.

Thank you in advance

Slipping through my fingers

Disclaimer: English is not my mother tongue so please be nice

Words:

Pairing: gojo x reader, geto x reader, nanami x reader

Theme: heavy angst

Masterlist

Thank you for this requet but who hurt you??? I guessed I'm relieved that I like writing angst because I would have been a complete mess right now. <3

Nanami -

You were weak and battered, every breath feeling like a struggle against an invisible force. Kento held you in his arms, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"You can't leave me" Kento pleaded, his voice breaking. "I can't do this without you."

His heart was heavy with fear.

Right at that moment, his mind brought him back years ago. He saw himself back when he lost his only friend, the only person who had ever been his solace. He saw himself back when he lost Haibara. And right after this tragedy, he promised himself to protect those around him. He promised himself to protect you, to prevent anything from happening to you.

Yet here he was. His hands shaking and covered in fresh blood.

Your blood.

You reached up, cupping his cheek with a trembling hand. "You're strong, Kento. Stronger than you know. You'll carry on, and you'll make the world a safer place, just like we always dreamed."

Tears welled in Kento's eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling in the cold air of the room. "I can't imagine a world without you in it" he admitted, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own heart breaking.

"Remember when we first met?" you whispered, a faint smile tugging at your quiver and cold lips. "You were so determined to save the world from curses, and I was just a stubborn girl with too much curiosity for her own good."

Kento chuckled softly, the memory of your first meeting flooding back to him. "You were always getting yourself into trouble" he recalled fondly. "But you had a heart of gold, and I knew from that moment that I couldn't let you face the dangers of this world alone."

Your tired and dull eyes met his and you took a sharp breath. "Kento.." you whispered, your voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry."

"Don't talk." He said firmly and choked back tears, his hands trembling a bit as they pressed against the wounds, trying to staunch the flow of blood.

You managed a weak smile, feeling a surge of warmth from his voice.

His thick fingers gently moved to your face and brushed against your cheek, his touch tender yet laden with sorrow. "You're going to be okay. You have to be."

You shook your head faintly and a faint chuckle escaped your lips, knowing the truth even as you clung to the last vestiges of hope. You weren't ready yet. You didn't want to leave him, not right now. Not when you were close to get married.

"You always were the optimist." You said, your voice barely a whisper. "But even you can't deny the truth forever, my love."

Your words got him.

Simply.

Quickly.

Terribly.

Tears spilled over his lashes, trailing down his cheeks in shimmering rivulets. "Nonsense." Kento insisted even though he was in pure panic, his voice cracking with anguish. "We will find a way. We always do."

It was the very first time his stern mask was breaking.

Your eyes fluttered open, the light within them dimming with each passing moment. "I don't want you to blame yourself." You murmured, voice slurred with deep pain. "This was my choice, my burden to bear."

You acted wtihout thinking. Wave of curses was attacking you over and over. Not sparring you nor him. You just shielded him with your body as he was getting exhausted.

"You are not leaving me." He said, desperation lacing his words. "I won't let you."

Your hand suddenly lost its grip on his cheek, the touch growing weaker with each passing second. "Remember me" You whispered, labored breathing. "Remember us."

"Always." Kento promised. "I will never forget you."

Gojo -

In the dimly lit room of an abandoned warehouse, the air was thick with tension and the scent of blood. Satoru, his normally blue vibrant eyes covered by his blindfold were now filled with worry, cradled you, his best friend, whose life was slipping away with each passing moment. The mission against the curses had taken a disastrous turn, leaving both of them battered and broken.

He was repeating himself that he couldn't lose you. No, he couldn't. Not you. Not after losing his best friend a few months ago.

With trembling hands, Satoru pressed down on the wound, trying desperately to stem the flow of blood. "Hang in there," he whispered. His voice choked with emotion. He was trying hard to keep in control. "We will get you to Shoko."

You managed a weak smile, the effort visibly draining you. "I'm not sure I can hold on much longer, Toru" You rasped, each breath a struggle.

"Don't talk like that" The white haired man pleaded, his heart clenching at the sight of your pain. "You're stronger than this. You've survived worse. Way worse."

A faint chuckle escaped the your quiver lips, tinged with bitter irony. "Guess I used up all my luck on those past missions, huh?"

Tears welled up in his eyes as he shook his head. "No, you're not allowed to give up. I won't let you."

In the distance, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the empty warehouse. Satoru's grip tightened around you, a mixture of fear and determination etched on his face.

"I wish I could have protected you better. I let my guard down." Satoru murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry."

You reached out, weak fingers brushing against his cheek. "You've always been there for me. That's more than enough."

Your conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Shoko, rushing to your side. Satoru watched helplessly as she worked frantically to stabilize you, her efforts a blur against the backdrop of your fading consciousness.

Shoko looked at Satoru and he understood.

Darkness closed in around him, he leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "I won't leave your side" he vowed, his voice trembling with unspoken emotions. "I promise."

And in that heartbreaking moment, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, Satoru whispered words of love to the one person who had always meant everything to him, even if he had never found the courage to say it aloud before.

Geto -

"I'm sorry, my love" whispered Geto, his voice trembling with sorrow as he pressed his lips to your forehead. "I never should have let you take that risk."

Lying on the cold stone floor, gasping for breath, a weak smile graced your lips as you struggled to speak. "It was our job, Suguru. Our job to protect the world from the darkness that lurks in the shadows."

Tears welled in his eyes as he held you tighter, as if trying to defy the inevitable. "But at what cost, my love? At what cost?"

He couldn't lose you. Oh, he could be selfish and cursed you so you could stay by his side. But he won't do this. Not to you.

Your breaths grew shallow, each one a painful reminder of your condition "Some sacrifices are necessary. For the greater good."

His heart clenched at the words, a mixture of pride and despair flooding his soul. "I cannot bear to lose you," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.

"I'm sorry. I don't think I have much time left." You said.

"Don't say that.” He murmured, his hands trembling as he tried to stop the blood. "We will get you out of here."

"It might be too late for that." You whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "The pain...is too powerful. It's consuming me from the inside."

Geto's heart clenched with despair as he realized the gravity of the situation. They had embarked on this mission together, determined to rid the world of the malevolent curses that threatened to engulf it. But now, faced with the prospect of losing you, his resolve wavered.

He was going to lose his mind.

He won't be able to live without you.

He can't lose you.

"We should never have taken this mission." Suguru murmured, his voice choked with regret. "I should have protected you."

You winced and reached out, grasping his hand with a strength born of sheer willpower. "Don't blame yourself. We knew the risks when we got to this school. And besides, we've met each other and I am happy I got to spend time with the love of my life."

His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he gazed down at you, his heart heavy with sorrow. "I love you. I can't bear to lose you."

"I love you too, my love" You replied with a genuine smile, her voice barely audible now. You were close to the end. "But you have to promise me something."

"Anything," Suguru vowed, his voice breaking with emotion.

"Promise me that you'll keep going." You whispered, your grip on his hand weakening with each passing moment. "Promise me that you'll never give up and lose yourself, no matter what."

Suguru gulped and nodded.

"I promise" He vowed, his voice filled with determination.

You smiled faintly, your strength fading with each heartbeat.

Your eyes fluttered closed, Geto pressed his lips to your forehead, whispering a silent prayer to whatever gods he didn't really believe in might be listening.

[transmascutena]

when the unspeakable horrors are unspeakable

[saionjeans]

do you get what im saying

[sunarc]

I’ve been thinking about sleeping on the couch with highschool emo boy Nanami and you fuckin him real quiet while everyone else is asleep. He hits all the spots and the way he watches your own scene makeup smear as you grind against him for release…

im shaking like a slut in heat omgggggg

imagine him trying to keep you quiet while he fucks you so he slips his fingers in your mouth while he's deep inside of you. He'd probably sound so sexy whispering in your ear about how your so nasty for letting him fuck you like this. You probably want the others to hear how good he's making you feel. I think he gets off on the idea that someone could walk out and see how he has you crumbling for his dick. I dont even think he would have it in him to stop if someone was to even walk in on him. he'd be too engulfed in how good your making him feel. Imagine him slow grinding into you, keeping his eyes on yours watching your every movement just waiting for you to make a mess on him. He'd even talk you through it, voice silky deep telling you how you could let go for him. Hell, the the entire house hear how he and he alone made you a squirting mess on his dick.

dear lord save us all from the power house dick that nanami carries. I know it's heavy. I could carry it in my mouth to lighten the weight

[tojiswhore-nanamisslut]

You know?

[shiroforest]

There's this movie called "Onmyoji 0" and it has PV that features Itadori's and Nanami s Voice actor, and I'm almost 100% they made this with the image of Itadori and (Friendly) Nanami talking

doesn't help that there's a Heian period and Jujutsu, 呪術 (sorcery) involved in the movie, or a 0 on the title of the movie

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[peachessprincess]

nanami ties your wrists together with his tie as a method to teach you a proper lesson.

there's tears streaming down your face as you could only feel sharp stinging on your ass delivered from a series of smacks.

that and you were laid over onto nanami's lap as he held you in place and delivered a series of repeated spankings that left your entire bottom red.

this was your fault, and you brought it onto yourself when you attempted to make him jealous.

now here you were facing the consequences as he tightened his tie on your wrists.

and nanami only stares at you in a disappointed manner.

don't you know you're his?

-𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴★

[hayakaws]

wish that was me