#nanami 😭

[24hlevi]

are you guys prepared for jjk s2 to start tomorrow? because im not 😃👍

[shoot1ngst4r]

going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

[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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@kentoangel @em1e @augustinewrites @crysugu @soumies @itadorey @mididoodles thought about u all while writing this 🥹

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IT'S STILL EARLY TO CRY OVER THEM AGAIN 😭😭😭

ALL OF THEM IN ONE FRAME 😭😭😭 I WANNA HUG YUJI 😭😭😭

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

Nanami had always wanted to go to Malaysia.

“What’s this?” Nanami's fingers invade the envelope, pulling out two plane tickets. “Plane tickets… to Malaysia,” You cheerfully respond to the man. Malaysia. Nanami’s dream destination. Nanami’s eyes fill with happiness at the sight of tickets. He had hoped that one day he would go and it was finally going to become reality. Thanks to you.

He could only imagine walking down the beach with you. Sand under his feet, the wind blowing through his hair, the warm sun touching his skin. Relaxation finally. His enthusiasm was contagious, child-like wonder in his eyes as he explained to you everything he wished to do which made you equally excited for this trip.

“You take care of everyone else besides yourself, so let me take care of you for once,” you explain as Nanami wraps his arms around you. Big strong arms that were the embodiment of protection, gentleness, and adoration. Not just for you but for everyone around him. Always putting everyone before him. The most selfless man you would ever meet. “Thank you,” a soft whisper from his lips flows into your ear.

You stand in the dark bedroom as your memory comes to an end. Your fingers tremble as you hold the tickets. Your eyes burning as warm tears stain your cheeks. These tickets were supposed to be an escape. An escape from everything around you. Just you and him. But he escaped first.

You feel your heart drop, as you realize the other things escaping you. His scent no longer filled the room, you could barely remember the sound of his voice, you couldn’t remember his soft touch anymore. And all you could was cry and cry till you couldn’t anymore. In his presence, the world took everything from him but his departure took everything from you. And in that one moment you can sympathize with him and you could only think about the comfort you brought him when he had nobody. The joy you brought him when he forgot how to be happy.

But you finally understood why he wouldn’t marry you, why he never wanted children even though he loved them, why he avoided any talk about the future. As much as you tried to understand him while he was alive, you understood too late. Nanami had come to terms with his mortality. It's the type of man he was. He would give his life in an instant. And he did. And you could only be thankful that you were loved by a man like that. Truly the perfect man.

[teletunkie]

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[getodrools]

Pulling down those pesky briefs, he groans — almost a guttural whine, “Babyy… I got work in twenty minutes…” But the small lift in his butt lets you slide them right off… and he acts like he's annoyed; looking away as if he's ignoring you, but those sensitive hips tell on him — bucking up for more… He acts like he's in such a rush, but more so, he's practically helping you guide the thick of his cock right up into you nice and slow; jamming all nth-inches of fat cock meat to stretch you to the hilt… Even when the clock chimes past noon, he's still set on barreling all of him into your tightest holes — forgetting that pesky job…

໒꒰ྀ ྀིᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ TOJI, nanami, GOJO, SHIU, hiromi !

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[nanamin-nah-nanamine]

Ass or tits?

Nanami Kento,Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru

Geto Suguru

Gojo Satoru

Nanami Kento

MDNI

I decided to try my hand at a little texty text thing. Lmk if you guys enjoyed :) tis but a lil trial so lmk if you want me to make more and for other characters. Rb’s and comments are greatly appreciated!

[kingkatsuki]

Do your blorbos ever look at each other inside your blorbo mansion and wonder “what the fuck is that guy doing here?”

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JJK Fans when you ship a man with a woman:

[bobbeshwar]

Impatient

18+ smutty smut smut | fem!reader x nanami| b-b-backshots! | a sprinkle of dom!reader

I want Nanami real bad…

His veiny hands are gripping your hips to the point of bruising, watch cold against your flushed skin. He’s been keeping a tortuously slow pace, easing his cock slowly in and out of your slippery cunt like he thought a rough fuck would break you. Your boyfriend was always so soft. Gentle, pressing kisses against your skin, whispering praises in your ear. Taking his time. To him it wasn’t fucking, it was lovemaking.

But you were impatient, as you always were. You were impatient when you ushered him into your shared bedroom, throwing yourself at him in desperation. You were impatient as you waited, hot and bothered, for him to take off your clothes. He mouthed at your body when all you wanted was his dick ramming into your wet cunt.

And you’re impatient now as he moves slowly within you. It feels good of course, he practically knows your body better than you, knows what spot to roll into to make you moan and whimper.

But you still don’t feel fulfilled, even as your cries get muffled into the covers. You want him to pound into you, to hear the sounds of his hips slapping against your ass and his barely stifled grunts as he lost himself to pleasure.

And you know he knows that too, he knows the slow pace wouldn’t fulfill you, that you would need more of him.

In fact, he was counting on it. “How is it, honey?” He asks, ever the gentleman and you almost don’t hear the hint of a smile in his voice over your own frustrations.

You reach behind you and grab the edge of his tie, yanking him forward and further inside you, “Faster, Nanami.” Your voice is a hoarse demand as your grip tightens. A groan is forced past Nanami’s lips as he’s partially strangled. Fuck, he loved when you got rough with him.

His pace quickens and you moan, your grip still around his tie as he rams into you, the sounds of squelching and skin echoing through the room. You’re so tight it's mind blowing, the grunts falling past his lips so easily that he can barely form words, “Is it…better, honey?” He rasps, dizzy from the wetness of you around his dick and how much harder it is getting for him to breathe from the tie yanking against his throat.

Your only answer is an obscene moan and another hard tug against his tie. “Shut up and fuck me.” His dick twitches in you at the harsh demand in your voice and you rough out a whimper as he slams into you again.

[tatakaeeren]

Stay at the beach Nanamin ❤ You deserve peace

[iistardust-and-sprinklesii]

[inkjetpaladin]

This looks like a slice of life

[yazzydream]

Jujutsu Kaisen Cafe's Summer Hidden Inventory/Premature Death arc theme

[maggiecheungs]

EP 16: THE COWBELL OF HAPPINESS || EP 27: NANAMI'S EGG