#nanami cute

[sisi-halloway]

Blind Date: Nanami x (Quirky) Reader

Reader is stuck in the elevator with Nanami!

"Hey! Can you hold the elevator?"

It was hard work not to let the whole world know you were out of breath. Luckily there was just one person in the hotel hallway with you. As you hurried into the glitzy elevator, you forced yourself to inhale slowly through your nose and exhale shakily out of your mouth. The silence was deafening... and your breathing was even louder than that.

The blond guy here in the elevator was gracious enough to hold his hand out so it wouldn't go on without you. That was good because you would've been 10 minutes later to work than your usual 5 minute tardiness... and 15 minutes just looked so bad on paper.

When you finally caught your breath, you thanked him.

"You're welcome," he replied. It was a quiet, unemotional response. It made you feel embarrassed.

It was a silent ride. You held your brief case in front of you, staring at your reflection in the wraparound mirror. He looked at his watch. Maybe he was late for something too.

When the lights flickered and the suspension got tricky, causing the elevator to screech to a halt, you winced.

If he wasn't late before, he was definitely going to be now. Join the fucking club.

"Perfect..." He grumbled under his breath. It made you laugh. You were never the shy type, always leaping at any chance for a conversation.

"I know right... I thought this only happened in shitty movies."

You decided to take his scoff as his own unique version of a laugh.

The silence carried on for a few more minutes, but the longer that you waited the smaller you and the stranger's hopes shrunk. You weren't going to be out of here any time soon.

You take off your dress shoes. They weren't very comfortable and frankly a size or two smaller thsn you wore. The stranger made something short of a scowl at your feet, but his face softened when he saw the bruises on the back of your heel and the tops of your feet.

"Sorry... I promise I'll put them back on if my feet smell bad..."

He shakes his head.

"It's fine."

The truth was, the stranger in the elevator was Nanami Kento. The truth was, he was not scowling at you. He was trying to think of something to say to make conversation. The truth was, he'd been trying to talk to you for a few days now. The truth was, he thought you were pretty.

You were a bit nervous to open your mouth to speak, the aura of the standoffish stranger threatening to dampen your spirits. Ah hell, when has thay ever stopped you?

"Are you going to be late for something?" You asked.

The man looked at his watch again.

"If this takes more than a half-hour, I will be."

You were impressed! He had enough spare time for a thirty minute elevator movie scene? This man had it together. He even looked punctual. His tan suit was ironed to perfection, complete with two creases down the front legs. His blue dress shirt had not a single fold, and his tie... you really loved that tie. It almost matched your polka dot outfit. Maybe it was meant to be.

"Well... I'm already late. I think this is a good enough excuse as any?"

You smiled when he looked up to meet your eyes. You decided to introduce yourself. What was the harm?

"I'm (y/n)."

Nanami remembered.

He was staying in this hotel for a work trip. He had been called to do some investigating into a serious matter of special grade proportions. Well... he was supposed to interview a few people here in the city to get information of a curse that's been acting as some type of Zodiac Killer. When he arrived, it was about 4 in the afternoon. He'd walked past you in the lobby on his way to the front desk to check in. You had been on the phone with your sister. She was supposed to be bringing some clothes for you. She had made a joke and your laugh, Nanami thought, was the prettiest thing in the room aside from your smile. It was also the loudest, but that's not why he noticed.

He had been having a shitty day and your laugh just made him feel a little better about it.

Every time he'd stepped out of his hotel room, to get breakfast or visit the hotel gym or pool, he'd hoped to see you. Even if he was too reserved to talk to you, he wanted to see you again. And every time, he'd seem to miss you. His 7:3 ratio was more like a 1 in a million. How had he been so unlucky? That's what he thought before getting stuck in this elevator with you.

"Nice to meet you," he replied evenly. "My name is Nanami."

He was handsome, especially when some warmth crept into his face. Maybe it was the lack of air conditioning in this fiberglass box you two were in... or maybe it was you.

"So, Nanami... what brings you to this hotel in specific?"

He clears his throat and shifts his weight so it was perfectly and evenly distributed between his two feet. He was nervous, but to you he just looked cool. He was good at hiding his nerves.

"Work... what about you?"

You would've loved to say the same, to have a great job that paid you well and took you places. That wasn't the case. You worked as a receptionist, getting paid barely any more than the minimum wage.

"A pipe in my house burst... and it flooded the place. So I have to stay here."

Nanami nodded. He was admiring the way your hips swayed as you stretched your popping back against the elevator mirror. You were smiling again. A smile that put him at risk for a knockout.

"I'm sorry to hear that, (y/n)..."

You noticed he sounded so professional. Was he such a career man even in his everyday life?

"That's okay! This is the nicest hotel my insurance would let me stay at... so I'm not complaining! The food is delicious and free and I get access to the amenities as well..."

Nanami relished your optimism. It was like he was looking into a polarized mirror at his complete opposite. And he might have been in love.

"Well... that's one way to look at it. The gym is actually rather nice here. All the amenities are."

You giggle.

"You're right, they are! Also... I didn't realize this hotel offered blind dating in the elevators..."

Nanami's body couldn't tell if he wanted to laugh or blush or roll his eyes. So he did all three in a gesture that was the most expressive he'd been in months. He looked so human there, something that only a person like you could bring out of him.

That was an adorable thing to say, and quite quick on the draw. He was impressed.

"I... thought I saw something about it on the website... you didn't know?"

His decision to play along was a rare one. It made him glad he chose it when he saw your grin grow wider. You had the most gracious set of pearly whites and it made his stomach fluttered.

"No! I didn't see that part-"

And idea popped into your head. You already made it this far. Why not push it a bit more?

"Wait... I think I did... and right under that it said something like... if your blind elevator date made you laugh... you'd get a coffee with them?"

You gave Nanami your most convincing look, a perfect combination of sultry and sweet and silly with a bit of swagger. Maybe your quirky personality was finally going to win someone over.

Nanami was floored by your boldness. He had a thing or two to learn from you. He bit his lip, looking away from you. If he stared too long, his eyes would wander, and his face would be as red as that "Call for Fire" button that one of you should've pressed a long time ago.

"Then... I should've laughed sooner... because I'd like that."

Your heart skipped a beat. Maybe two. Maybe three. Or maybe you were still out of breath from running all the way to the elevator in uncomfortable shoes and too tight clothes. In any case, you and this handsome stranger had somehow hit it off.

You bat your lashes rather seductively as you calmed your voice and asked.

"Mh... So if we make it out of here alive, you would like a coffee with me?"

Nanami's eyes did a once over on your body. It was just as gorgeous as every other part of you. And it was tempting him a bit now. He was warm, but he liked it.

"I would love... a coffee with you, (y/n)."

[yuutaguro]

[papamin au 🐅] one year older 🎂

[nanamis-baker]

My heart is soo full rn 😭😭

[namjooningera]

Yandere JJK react to you getting your period

Characters: gojo, geto, Nanami, Toji

Your being held captive in their home, their love, but then you get your period. Unprepared.

Tw: basically all fluff, just period stuff. Slight Stockholm syndrome.

Nanami:

Nanami was a sweet man, really.

He just had his faults, like any person. He watched you for so long, then watched the hairs on his head start to grey. He couldn’t tell if that was from old age itself or gojos constant pestering that turned him old. And then there was you.

He really tried to hard to hold back, like any sane person. But he couldn’t. Watching himself get old, watching himself repeatedly be put in a friend zone. He couldn’t do it anymore, he wanted to have that domestic life, before he was too old to have one. And he wanted to have it with you.

So he snatched you.

Now, you lie in bed awake. You look over, and Nanami is sound asleep. Of course. At first, he let you sleep alone, for a few days that is. But he got impatient. He wouldn’t touch you though, he wouldn’t wanna stress you out or scare you. He knew that you just needed time to relax and then you’ll realize that this is all for your own good. He planned out everything for you. Buying you a closet full of clothes and shoes and expensive handbags all from your wishlist you could never afford. A fridge and freezer full of healthy foods for a special but yummy diet he prepared for you. The shampoos and body washes you use at home, here too. The house you both lived in now, like a replica of your dream home, with all your dream material inside. Except for Nanami. You didn’t want it from him.

And all those things, he focused on big picture things and occasionally the small details that go with.

But of course he forgot to buy you period products. Of course it went by his mind once at least, but he got so excited over spoiling you with other things that it went over his head.

So again, you sit on the bed, with a damp red spot under you, seeping from your shorts onto the bed. You quickly got up and ran to the bathroom when you realized your little accident.

And of course you accidentally slammed the door on your way inside. That startled Nanami. He tried to go back to sleep, but your absence in presence overwhelmed him.

He waited at first, but a few minutes went by, and he got worried. He slowly got up, walking over the door and softly knocking on it to not startle you.

“Honey? You okay in there?” He whispered gently, gruffy voice from just waking up.

You on the other hand, we’re stuffing napkins in your underwear, trying to make a makeshift pad. You didn’t wanna tell him you got your period. You didn’t wanna give him the satisfaction of taking care of you, going out of his way to get you hygiene products just so he can act like some loving husband who’s been doing this forever. Plus it was embarrassing. The blood stain on your pants, the cramps that slowly trailed to your stomach.

“F-fine!” You answered.

Obviously he didn’t believe that.

“You need any help in there? Should I come in?”

You grinded your teeth while adjusting your pajama pants. “Really Nanami I’m fine, will be out in a second..”

You talked to him like it was normal, like you weren’t being held captive in your-his home. The home he made you.

“…. Alright sweetheart. I’ll be waiting.”

Fuck. Of course he will be. You quickly wash your hands and step out, however the pain coursing in your stomach made you almost trip on yourself.

“Careful!” Nanami grabs you by your waist, hoisting you up from when you almost fell. God, it almost felt good. His insanely big and warm hands around your belly, warming up your sore belly.

Nanami holds your hand softly, trying not to scare you away, leading you to the bed.

That’s when you realize you never cleaned the stain off the bed. And that’s also when Nanami sees it, the red stain on the bed, on your side, the moon light from the window illuminating it.

“I umm-“ “are you hurt? What is that?”

He interrupted you, turning you around swiftly with one hand, looking at your bottom. Of course blush spread to your cheeks, seeing where he was glancing at.

“H-hey! Stop that!”

He sighed.

“Oh I’m so sorry honey. I forgot to buy you the products..”

You stayed silent, moving away from him and crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yeah, kind of a dick move.”

He looked actually hurt by that.

“I am so sorry ___. I never meant to neglect you”

Ok, why were you feeling bad all of a sudden? That puppy dog look in his eyes? The genuine apology? The way he was too scared to step closer to you because he was so upset with himself. God you actually were feeling kind of funny looking at the sight, it was a genuine care in his eyes.

“I’ll make it up to you honey, how about I go pick up some right now? Actually- I’m unsure on what products you like to use, my dear. Why don’t we go together tomorrow morning and pick up some products hm? And perhaps some snacks and warmers for your belly?”

You just stared at him.

He… was going to let you go out? With him? A grocery shopping trip? You didn’t wanna act super happy to not change his mind so you just shrugged.

“Umm yeah I guess so. We can do that.” You say nervously.

He smiles at you, a genuine smile.

Perhaps the domestic life was closer for him then expected

Gojo-

Your cooking lunch for yourself, lunch while gojo satoru blabs and yaps bout his day. His day with his students. It’s actually quite sweet you think. You can tell he genuinely cares for his students, and loves to teach. It’s nice.

But it would’ve been nicer in a different situation. A situation where your not constantly being watched, stuck in his home as his captive, his y/n. His domestic partner, his ___friend, his lover, partner. And he acts like it’s all ok, and honestly, you do to. You realized it was easier to go with it all. Fighting at first made everything so bad. It put him in a bad mood, which put you in a bad mood, which made the whole home uneasy.

When you acted like his partner, his domestic lover, he was so much nicer and less unbearable. Sure he’d yap your ears off, but he’d reward you with all kinds of things. Before you were never allowed to touch the stove, or even go near the kitchen. You constantly had to ask for food or snacks, even water. And he loved it. He loved that power, being able to ask you to say things for him to give you your water.

“What’s the magic phrase?”

“Gojo, please. I’m thirsty.”

“Magic phrase.” He said more serious.

“…I love you”

And then he’d giddily give you your water while kissing your cheeks and declaring his undying love for you, too.

But now, you could roam the kitchen, make your own meals (you found out as well, making him breakfast in the morning also gives you free rein over the home, it makes him so incredibly happy.) you cooked yourself some comfort food while he talked on the kitchen island, laughing about some conflict two students had.

But then you felt something warm soil your panties. Something that felt so awfully familiar that you grimaced. And yes, gojo noticed that grimace immediately, pausing in the middle of his sentence to ask

“-huh? Hey what was that? My story annoy you or something?” He raised an eyebrow.

“…No no, I just felt weird all of a sudden.”

“Huh?” He got up immediately. “Do you feel sick? Nauseas? Headache? Is your throat closing up? Sweetie?” He asked so many questions you almost got a damn headache.

“It’s fine just.. I think.. cramps.” You look down at your stomach, holding it.

He looks down at your stomach. And then I’d slowly dawns over him.

“Ohhh.” He says. “Oh.”

You both stare at each other for a few seconds before he smacks himself.

“Eh? Gojo?” You exclaim.

“Dammit! I forgot to buy those damn tampons. I was in the store- heading to that isle but then this free sample lady wooed me!” He said so very dramatically, acting as if was wounded, falling to his knees.

“Would you forgive me my dear?” He sighed, hand over his forehead, back arching on his knees, acting dramatically.

“Umm it’s fine. Can you just go buy them?”

He immediately got up and hugged you. “Oh my most forgiving loving partner oh my dear!” He held you tight, making you grimace with disgust. Get off me idiot, is what yo wanted to say. But you bit your tongue.

“You know, I could always use my fingers to plug it up so no blood seeps out-“

“Gojo!”

Geto-

Your sitting in his lap. Geto suguru says it’s your throne. Oh god ew. But, it puts him in a good mood. A good enough mood where you’re allowed to watch tv for an hour… well while sitting in his lap.

He hums and smiles while your back faces him, he snuggled his chest into your back while you try and ignore him, and just watch your favorite tv show. You try to imagine it’s someone else, anyone, but his smell, his arms, his presence alone reminds you it’s him.

Your old best friend.

Now boyfriend. Well, you didn’t choose that title for him. He gladly stole it. He stole you, happily. You knew there was something going on with him, something much deeper then a “bad mood” he was in constantly.

Satoru gojo told you not to worry about it. You asked geto about it, why he was being so closed off, why he seemed so… disoriented. Maybe you ended up becoming that hope that helped him feel better.

You remember when he smiled at you, thanked you for asking, that you were the only person willing to put up with his shit mood these past few months.

You stayed with him, basically nursed him. Made sure he eat and slept well.

And god did he want to reward you for that.

But then he realized he didn’t always have your time. Your attention wasn’t always on him. You had missions, family, friends, you had a life.

And his life, was you.

He watched you, with others. Spreading that same smile, same love, same nursing affection to others. And he realized, he wasn’t special. Sure he was your best friend, but you’d do the same to satoru even he felt unwell, too.

So he snapped.

And now, your captive, in his home, for what felt like weeks but probably not that long. Sitting his lap, chewing on a piece of fruit.

“What were you thinking about for dinner, love?”

He asks, that sinister smile he gives you oh so reminds you that he kidnapped you, that you’re a victim of Geto, and that this isn’t one of your hangouts as friends.

“Uhh I don’t care. Not really… fuck I’m craving chocolate.”

“Chocolate?” He grabs your arm slightly so that he can menouver u to your side, in order to see your face.

You hum, looking up at him- well avoiding eye contact.

“Yes- I guess I can drop by the store and bring you some chocolate my dear- but for a price.” He points to his cheek.

Ah, of course. You can never get anything unless you give him something to be satisfied about. You lean in to kiss his cheek, but something stops you.

A pain that crawls up your spine and down to your uterus, “S-suguru”

His eyes widens as you wince and crumble over, and he immediately puts his large warm hand over your lower tummy, trying to catch the pain.

“Sweetheart? Y/n? What’s wrong?” He frowned, smile dropping as you didn’t answer him.

But he answers himself, basically. When his hands go lower to try and find the source of your pain, accidentally swiping against your crotch, a it dampens his fingers.

Blood.

Of course at first, his mind immediately feels out, his eyes wide in alarm and his body almost trembling. You feel that immediately and look up at him.

“N-no sugu… it’s just my period..”

And a huge sigh of relief leaves his mouth, as he grabs a tissue to wipe his fingers and his other hand warms your tummy.

“Alright love. Why don’t you go clean yourself up and I’ll go to the store for some heat warmers and chocolate?”

You now, getting up, but then realize you don’t know where the period products are.

“Umm… where.. are they?”

He stared at you, the wires in his head starting to connect, and he realizes he never bought any in the first place.

“Oh dear..” he grumbles, “how inconsiderate and irresponsible am I…”

You sigh realizing the man hadn’t bought any.

“I’m sorry my y/n. Don’t worry, I’ll get you all the most luxury items, I..”

“Suguru it’s fine.”

But he still frowns, and he seems almost.. guilty. And that’s the first time you’ve ever seen this man guilty (in your entire time being held captive by him, at least.)

He stands there, unable to look at you or even move. It’s been so long since you’ve been outside.

And you want to breathe that fresh air so badly. You decide there’s no reason that you can’t live a little. You slowly step to him, this insane man that somehow has a heart, and get on your tippy toes, pecking his cheek.

You grimace, but come down immediately, looking up at him. Now his eyes are wide but happy as he looks down at you.

“I didn’t deserve that.”

You hum though. “Maybe.. just maybe suguru.. I can go clean myself and we could.. go together? I can show you all the products I like to buy..”

He hums and smiles down at you, ruffling your hair. “Ah your too cute. Never in hell, my love.”

…..

But after a lot of pouting and calling him “mean” and then trying to different approach, to flatter him, finally he agrees, as long as you wear some creepy ankle monitor (that unbeknownst to you, will shock you if you get too far from him), and a very gorgeous necklace, that’s obviously, a tracker.

You prounce around happily in the grocery store, showing him the products you like, and a reward for trying so hard, which he thinks you tried hard because you wanted to go on a date to the store with him (not that you wanted to go out in general). He buys you sweets, and snacks and heat warmers, all the things you point at.

He smiled at you as you giggle and jump around, the light finally coming back to your eyes. He pushes the cart as you head into another isle, pointing at the things you want, that he promptly tells you to throw in the cart.

And to everyone else, it just looks like some cute domestic couple, shopping for groceries.

But you know. And he knows.

And the diamond necklace you wear gleams with something other than just light from the shining crystal, but a tracker.

And the slight shock you get everytime you stepped to far from him, reminded you.

But that smile he gives you, it’s so familiar. It’s weirdly sweet. Like from before. Before his corruption.

And perhaps maybe, you do see a chance with him.

Toji-

He did this to keep you safe, you know that right? With all those he assassined, all those dangerous people he met, he knew he had to keep you safe.

And what better way to keep you safe than in its home? Surrounded by cameras? And alarms? And him to keep you company? It’s perfect right?

He isn’t home too often, sometimes you wake up and he’s gone. Not that you miss him of course. His creepy smile and weird chuckle when you fight back, scream and argue with him. The way he ruffles your hair roughly every time he’s about to leave, like your his child, the way he teases you that way. It’s annoying, and he bids you goodbye that way. He loves you, can’t you see? But he doesn’t really say it much. He thinks that his actions speaks enough words.

“I’m leaving. Mission.” He says while you just shrug, sitting on the sofa as you watch some random movie you used to watch in your childhood.

He wants an answer from you, a real one. A goodbye, or for you to come kiss him his goodbye.

He waits there at the door patiently, staring at you. You know what he wants but you roll your eyes slightly not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“Doll.”

Oh, you know that tone. If you don’t get up he’ll make you. You get up slowly and grumble, your shoulders low and body dragging over to him.

“Bye.”

“That’s it?” He says disappointedly.

You sigh, wiggling your finger to him so that he may lean down to you. You kiss the space between his nose and lips so that you don’t have to kiss his lips, you didn’t want to. And luckily he let that go.

“Bye doll, I’ll be back in a few hours..” He ruffles your hair harshly, supposedly in a way that’s supposed to be loving.

He leaves, and you sit back on the couch, continuing the movie. But then you decide to make some popcorn, to go well with your movie. You get up and make the popcorn, microwaving it and finally, when it’s cooked, you empty it out in a popcorn bowl.

You go to sit down but notice a very familiar stain on the couch. A fresh stain. You sigh as you quickly grab some tissues from the coffee table to rub off the stain, then run to the restroom, to find some pads or tampons or anything really. You grab a spare underwear on your way there, but as you open the drawers, the cabinets, everywhere, there’s no sign of period products.

You sigh on the bathroom floor, finished. Then you remember the emergency button he has downstairs. It’s part of the security system for the entire home, however this is the only part you have access to. You run downstairs to it, a small screen on the side of the front door. You press the “emergency button” which dials Toji immediately.

He answers insanely quick, fear and pain in his voice as he answers.

“Honey? Doll? What’s wrong? Are you ok? Are you hurt-“

You cut him off. “I.. umm I’m fine? It’s not an emergency.. I just.. I need period products. Maybe some pads? I couldn’t find any..”

He’s silent on the other end, quiet. Then he chuckled nervously. “Oh doll, I’m so sorry I forgot.” He doesn’t really sound sorry, he sounds smug, but a hint of genuine empathy comes to you from it.

“I’ll bring you some, anything else you need from the store doll? I’ll be there in a second.”

You squint your eyes confused. “I thought you were busy? With your mission?”

He grumbles slightly. “Don’t worry ‘bout it doll. I’ll be home right now.”

He comes home with everything you need, so soon you think he must have been sprinting through the isles, throwing his cart everywhere. You laugh at the image in your head.

He brings you gifts to make up for it. Extra panties, fancy chocolate mousses, chocolate covered strawberries, heating pads and obviously the period products. And obviously, all of them. Tampons, pads, period cups, you know everything.

“Sorry ‘gain, doll.” He smiles down at you, no not smile, a smug smirk. He wants another again.

But as you look down at the material items, you look at him, and you think about how he’s the only person who ever really… no, you can’t think that way. You shouldn’t. Not about your captor at least.

But fuck, he’s cute. He’s tall, muscly, his voice…dammit. And he actually cares. You think this assassin, this killer, this insane man, actually cares about you. He actually loves you.

A special kind of love, that only you will ever get. He doesn’t share this love he has for you, with anyone else. It’s only yours, forever.

And fuck, maybe you’ve been neglected from that kind of love, all your life.

Your mouth starts to twitch, the corners slightly winding up into a soft smile as you look at a the gifts, up to him. You softly smile, and his smile goes from a smug smirk to a real soft loving smile, as he looks down at you.

He’s bad, you think.

He’s a bad dangerous man.

But he’s cute. But he cares. And his hand goes to your arm, softly caressing it in such a loving way, that you think that the butterflies in your stomach are no longer that disgust feeling of wanting him off you, but something else.

Something, that makes a pink hue cover your little cheeks. And makes your mouth twitch upwards just a little more as his thumb moves gently on your arm, his hand tightly holding yours in place.

Something that makes you think, that perhaps this isn’t, too bad.

Requests are open! This is my first yandere post, so it might be a little rough.

[yu2ki]

☀️🌷🤍

[transyashiro]

[demonzoro]

if i had a reliable kouhai i would hype him up so much. everyone clap and cheer or i'll hollow purple this whole building

[ID: A screenshot redraw of Gojo introducing Nanami Kento. Gojo has light brown skin, with silver earrings shaped like two eyes stacked on both ears. He's gesturing grinning widely and gesturing to his right, where Nanami stands with his arms folded. Nanami has tan skin with many faded scars, wearing his usual suit and glasses. His left hand tangles with where Gojo's right hand drapes over his shoulder. The manga-style text reads - Gojo: "This is Nanami Kento, ex-salaryman dropout sorcerer!" Nanami: "Please don't call me that." END ID.]

[paradiseyuri]

Created by : ☆けい (Kei) ☆ Respective credits to the creator ⓟⒶⓇⒶⒹⒾⓈⒺ♡ⓎⓊⓇⒾ

[biruesque]

everybody had a horrible time in high school get ur commissions here folks

[specialgrades]

Not really a request but what are your headcanons on the JJK men's dick sizes?

OHOHO cracks knuckles i can do that. going full in like nanami should be in me rn dick-scriptions time

characters: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, sukuna, choso, atsuya kusakabe

GOJO SATORU : a bit above average, a good 6.5 ~ 7in. slight curve upwards. a good 2.5 ~ 3.5in thick. pretty pink flush on the tip, shaft a few shades darker than his skin tone. cut. carpets match the drapes of course, he keeps it trimmed. fun trail tell me i'm wrong (i'm not). super sensitive vein on the underside. sensitive thighs too. grower.

GETO SUGURU : honestly, average cock size. he rounds up to five inches but we all know it's 4 3/4. two inches thick. like gojo, a nice pink flush and a few shades darker. no curve. for sure has a piercing, prince albert probably; silver jewelry. uncut. not a jungle, mildly maintained. sensitive head, especially with the piercing. shower.

NANAMi KENTO : nothing overwhelming, though still impressive. 7.5in long, 3in thick. cut, duel toned because of it. top half is more pink than the rest. short trim. curve to the left. right under the head is the key, he'll bite back a really embarrassing noise if you focus there. grower.

TOJi FUSHiGURO : i pray for y'all toji simps for real, cause fuck. 8.5in easy. 4 inches thick minimum. man built like a tripod. uncut, darker with red undertones. upwards curve. jacob's ladder. three of 'em. this man doesn't shower i'm so sorry. two prominent veins when you pull back the foreskin, sensitive but he'll never show it. shower.

SUKUNA : i pray for y'all as well. find a pringles can. it's bigger. ten inches long, four inches thick. curves upwards and a tad to the right. cut, pale so it gets a nice flush. his tattoos make an appearance, wrapping around the shaft a few times. grower thank god.

CHOSO : average length, 5.5in but thick. four inches. curve to the right, uncut. darker than his skin tone by around four shades. not super trimmed, a delicious fun trail leading to a mild bush. mildly sensitive head, though go for his navel and you'll get a lovely show of him getting all breathy and twitching. shower.

ATSUYA KUSAKABE : i've only just met this man but i want him. carnally. so... six inches in length and 2.5 in width. cut, duel toned though you can't really tell until he's flushed and the top half goes a pretty dark pink. like choso, tasteful amount of hair with the fun trail. one prominent vein that's sensitive, under the head too. grower.

[mokadevs]

day 25: your voice

[yuutaguro]

[papamin au 🐅] flower crowns for the cuties 🌺

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

More Nanami Thoughts Pt 4

Nanami secretly loves it when you annoy him.

Not to be mistaken with the annoyance he feels when he sees Gojo or has to work overtime. It's a special kind of annoyance for him when it comes from you.

I feel like he simply doesn't know how to make it obvious when he wants your attention because he has such little experience with romantic relationships, so if you're being silly and annoying him, he doesn't mind because it means your focus is on him.

But he will keep up with the dry comments and attempt to look irritable when you persist. Pulling away his glasses, quietly creeping up to him to blow a puff of air into his ear while he's reading, or running your nails down the back of his neck while he's watching TV.

He'll glare at you but his heart's beating a little faster and he's biting his cheek trying not to smile, hoping you'll do more.

Nanami masterlist

[peachsayshi]

having the biggest, fattest crush on nanami kento that is actually not obvious to everyone you know but clear as day to him.

you're usually so put together but around kento you turn into an adorable, flustered mess and he gets so unbelievably flattered by it 🥺

he also enjoys teasing you just to see what reactions he can pull out of you too

[ayyy-pee]

can you imagine nanami when you tell him the news that you’re pregnant? he’s happy! of course he’s happy, if not a little shell shocked. he’s quietly discussing the next steps with you as far as making a doctors appointment, getting an ultrasound done to see the little bean and hear it’s heartbeat. all of those things sound great. he plans on being at every single baby related event. mentally he’s marking off his calendar for the first appointment.

but in his mind, he’s absolutely freaking out. nanami doesn’t want to add any stress onto you with his concerns, but he has absolutely no clue how he’s supposed to be a father.

his mind reels at the thought of having this tiny person - a perfect mixture of himself and his love - bundled up in his arms. his heart races when he imagines sleepless nights ahead and midnight bottle making. his breaths quicken when he thinks of all the screaming and crying this little person will make while they turn your lives upside down.

but nanami’s mind also reels at the thought of this tiny person - a perfect mixture of himself and his love - bundled up in his arms, cooing and snuggling closer to his chest. his heart also races when he imagines you, beautiful, belly round with his child, your joint creation. his breaths also quicken when he thinks about quieting their screams and cries, setting the world right again for this little person.

he’s going to be a father.

that same night nanami returns home with two large bags. he sets them down in the foyer by the front door as you emerge from the kitchen.

“hey, baby,” you greet him as he wraps you up in his arms. his hold is tight, not enough to hurt you of course, but enough that you feel secure in his embrace.

“hi, love.” nanami nuzzles his nose into your hair, sighing as though it pained him to be away from you for a couple of hours. and since finding out about the baby, it sort of did hurt him to leave your side.

he kisses your temple as you glance curiously over his shoulder to the two bags. “what’s this?”

you peer up at your husband, the tips of his ears a pretty shade of crimson. you scoot past him, into the corridor and shuffle over to the bags, peeking inside. your brow arches when you see the items on top and nanami simply watches as you shift the contents of the bag around.

eyes wide, you stare at your husband who wears a cute pink blush across his cheeks as he now avoids looking at you. it makes you giggle as you ask, “kento…want to explain why you bought two enormous bags full of…parenting books?”

[akaashislover1]

Part 2 of how I think jjk guys would join you in the shower/bath

Before I start this one I wanna say credits to these artists that have all of the patience in the world to create such beautiful art🩵🩵(ik the geto one is og but still lol).

✨Part 2 of how I think the jjk men would join u in the shower✨

Toji Fushiguro

You had just stepped into the shower.

Toji was downstairs, probably fixing up a fresh pot of coffee to go with your delightful morning.

A few seconds after you had started the water, you heard heavy, fast stomps hurrying up the stairs.

The door to the bathroom slammed open and you could hear tojis heavy breathing.

“WHAT THE HELL WOMAN?! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO SHOWER WITHOUT ME!”

You peeked around the shower curtain with a meek expression as you saw Toji practically ripping off his clothes.

A lump got stuck in your throat when he was suddenly standing in front of you. Towering over you.

He gripped your chin and forced you to make eye contact with him.

“Now, do I have to fuck that information into that pretty little head of yours?”

Satoru Gojo

“Do you not love me anymore, Y/N?”

You snorted as your big white haired baby sprawled his body over your bare legs.

You were lying on your guys shared bed, scrolling through your phone, fresh out the shower.

Gojo could feel the heat from the warm water radiating off of your legs.

A pitiful tear rolled down Gojo’s face as he squeezed his arms around your legs.

“Gojo- it was one shower. If it means anything, I couldn’t bare to be without you for 10 minutes either.” Your teasingly sarcastic voice soothed Gojo a little bit.

Emphasis on a little bit.

A pout made its way to your sulking boyfriend, to which you playfully rolled your eyes.

“Don’t talk to me.”

Suguru Geto

“Geto? Where are you?”

You wondered around the main floor of your house with furrowed brows.

Your boyfriend was suddenly no where to be found.

“Suguru? Babe? Where’d you go?” You exclaimed as you made your way to your master bathroom.

You shrugged, giving up.

Any other time you would’ve flipped the house upside down to find your playful boyfriend.

Not today though. Today, you had to hurry up and get ready for a meeting.”

You began to undress in the bathroom, placing your dirty clothes in the hamper next to the shower.

Suddenly you heard the pitter patter of the shower starting.

Confused, you turned quickly towards the shower.

Before you could get any closer, the shower curtain blasted open.

“OH MY GOD!”

Naked and in the shower, Geto laughed hysterically as his body was getting covered with water.

“Don’t do that! You jerk. I was looking everywhere for you.”

Geto was doubling over with laughter as your face was getting red with embarrassment.”

As soon as he noticed, he calmed down and held out a hand for you to grab.

“Okay, okay. Come on, I’m sorry sweetheart. Come here. Just for that I’ll clean you up.”

Kento Nanami

You two were already in the tub, soaking in the hot sudsy water.

Sitting across from Nanami, you watched as your husband rested his head on the edge of the porcelain tub.

He had just got back from days of work.

As soon as he saw you relaxing in the tub alone, he made the subconscious choice of joining you.

The two of you were talking about pretty much anything when you notice him starting to doze off.

A loving smile leaped onto your face.

“Ken? Hey? Do you want me to rub your shoulders? Come.” You used both of your hands to grab one of his as he stirred fully awake.

He hummed calmly as he relaxed in his new spot against your chest.

The swoosh from the moving bath water calmed down as you began to rub your husband’s very tense and hard shoulders.

A slight groan escaped him, “Thank you, my love. This is just what I needed.”

Your heart fluttered at his nickname for you. The deep pang of his tired voice sent you into oblivion.

You smiled as you vowed from this day forward you and your hardworking husband would take nice warm baths together every night.

Omg I don’t know!!! I think I’m liking this one better than the first part🥰🤭🤭 if I’m missing anyone or if someone wants to see anyone else with these imagines, let me know then maybe I’ll make a part three but other than these 2 parts I’m gonna be focusing on another short story maybe or more short imagines.

Thank you so much for the likes on my past posts it means a lot!!🥰🥰