#Kento Nanami

[pseudowho]

You crept past the living room; you had only one opportunity to do this right, and to get away with it, too, but it was entirely reliant on Kento remaining engrossed in his book. You held your breath; a floorboard creeeaked beneath your feet.

"And where," Kento rumbled from his place on the sofa, pyjama'd, reading, and cracking another walnut open in his hand, "do you think you're going, wife?"

You bit your lip in furious self-chastisement, but schooled your expression fast, leaning round the doorframe with a smile.

"Just grabbing a snack. Want anything?" Kento popped a walnut into his mouth, shaking his head, mellow.

You walked to the kitchen...and then crept just past it. You peeked back down the corridor; empty.

You reached up to the thermostat, turning it up just so, just a few degrees more--

"What are you doing?"

Kento was behind you, supernaturally fast and looming, and you shrieked. His hand reached out, turning the thermostat back down with a glare, and you begged.

"--please, Kento, just a few degrees more--"

"--how many times, put a jumper on--"

"--you are such a Scrooge, that's how you got rich isn't it, you massive skinflint--"

"--take care of the pennies, and the pounds will take care of themselves, it's warm enough--"

You played rough at the thermostat, squealing and playfighting, until you felt yourself bound by thick arms and lifted into the air.

"Kento!" You laughed, tossed over his shoulder like an unruly child and carried away, "Put me down!"

Kento tossed you onto the sofa, ignoring your scoffs as he dropped a blanket over you, "It's my duty, as your husband, to keep you warm. And financially responsible."

"--you're incorrigible--" Kento sat next to you, tugging you close with a smirk, "--I loathe you--" Kento threw the blanket over you both, pulling your feet into his lap, "--I can still divorce you--"

"There now," Kento hummed, ignoring you completely, "isn't this nice?"

[slvttyplum]

in my personal opinion, i just feel like nanami is a huge slut, like thats all i can say.

i know people like him—the quiet smart ones that mind their business and then fold you into the mattress not even an hour later. he loves him some good sex; he can't get enough of it.

he's having that nasty sweaty sex that will have you not wanting to leave the bed the next day, putting your body on bed rest for a couple of hours, and having him back on you again.

with the right person, i just feel like he has some good, nasty ass sex that will have you thinking about it for the whole week and have him back at your house putting it down again.

he fucks so good, i just know it. he makes sure you cum before he even puts his dick inside of you, taking care of his lover's needs before himself, and that's what makes it so good and nasty; he's attentive, and good fucking comes from those who care about their partners.

mhm, he's one of those.

mouth-watering man that knows where the clit is and studies your body in his mind, playing back each time you would moan and whimper every time he touched a certain spot on your body, adding that spot to the list of erogenous places on your sexy body.

he doesn't just do sensual fucking either; that's what's so slutty about him; he's not afraid to get down and be nasty, putting you in different positions while spitting in your mouth and looking in your eyes—different strokes for different folks, literally.

it wasn't the same routine with him; he was going to make sure he did something new every time.

i love a slutty man.

i saw some fanart of him and it changed me

[thegoogoomuckkk]

smau idea: pointing out that they have a boner

NOW PLAYING

HARD TIMES

catching them with a boner in public

starring: choso kamo, kento nanami, kiyotaka ijichi, satoru gojo, shiu kong, sukuna ryomen, takuma ino, toji fushiguro

warnings! suggestiveness, swearing, mentions of sex, etc.

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I genuinely have no idea how erections work so if this is weird or inaccurate, I’m sorry but I live worry free 🤗

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[shycoconutt]

nanami hates working overtime because working overtime equals time away from you.

“tomorrow’s a holiday, if you work you can get paid time and a half.”

“no.”

“the boss requested your assistance on the extra project. you’ll get a nice bonus.”

“no.”

“you don’t mind staying late, right? you can clock in the extra hours it takes you to finish the report.”

“no.”

because no amount of extra compensation is worth it, not when you’re at home.

“I apologize, but my wife is expecting me for dinner.”

“oh c’mon, don’t you want an excuse to spend some time away from the ol’ ball and chain?”

giving his coworker and incredulous look, nanami is quick to reply, “I don’t know what your relationship is like, but I ask that you not project your shortcomings as an insecure husband onto me. my wife is waiting for me at home, and any second I’m not with her is a second wasted.”

[luv-lies]

cw. 18+ mdni, fem!reader, dom!nanami, established relationship, unprotected, 𝓂issio𝓃ar𝓎, 𝒹ogg𝓎 style, lots of praise, pet names sum. it’s your honeymoon and kento can’t wait to have his newly-wed wife all to himself

your honeymoon in kuantan has been nothing short of perfect. most days were spent relaxing on pristine beaches, where the sun kissed your skin and the waves lapped at your feet. the weather was beautiful, and the food was delicious, each bite blissfully savored. and then there was the sex—insatiable. more accurately, it’s kento who’s insatiable.

“come on, push back against me. that’s it, that’s it. . . good girl.” kento groans, your pussy squelching wetly with each deep thrust of his hips.

it’s been a couple of hours since the both of you started, the sunlight only just peeking above the ocean waves now that it’s beginning to set into dusk. he’d made his intentions clear long before you returned to the hotel. the lingering touches on your lower back, fingers teasingly rubbing the front of your panties under a table, never going further than flicking the bud of nerves. the hand squeezing your jaw brought you back to him, fingers pushing deep into your skin and tilting your head back until your eyes meet his.

his thrusts never give up, his other hand gripping your hip tightly as he drew you back into him over and over and over. “my perfect wife,” kento grunts lowly, your gummy walls squeezing and swallowing his cock so deliciously good, his length so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach. “so good f’me.”

if it wasn’t for his grip on you, you’re sure you would’ve collapsed onto the bed by now. your thighs tremble, clit twitching with need as his heavy, full balls slap against it. as much as it was exhilarating, it also felt so overwhelming. “ken, too much—” you whine, reaching back with your hands, weakly pushing at his abdomen where the muscles strained and tensed with each movement of his hips. you feel him lean over you, forcing your back into a nasty arch, hands on either side of your head, face squishing into the pillow as his pelvis smacks into the fat of your ass.

kento’s eyes remain locked on yours, each breath escaping his lips in heated puffs. his eyes travel down to where your hands push at him, briefly flickering to where the globes of your ass cheeks flatten against him before glancing back up at your fingers. he takes in the sight of your gleaming wedding ring, the one he placed on your finger. his pace slows considerably, reduced to toe curling, slow, deep thrusts inside.

you watch in slight confusion, his gaze making your stomach flutter in anticipation. it doesn’t take long until he’s grabbing at either side of your hips, briefly kneading the skin there. with an effortless motion, he flips you onto your back. “so gorgeous ‘nd needy,” he makes a point to roll his hips into yours, his dick plowing into you repeatedly, molding your greedy pussy to the shape of him with each unmerciful thrust. “and all for me.”

“kento!” you cry out lewdly. his calloused hands find yours, intertwining your fingers and kissing your wedding ring. you can’t help the moan that leaves your lips when he rolls his hips. “you’re taking me so well, sweetheart.” he whispers hoarsely into your ear, his lips brushing against your skin, peppering kisses across your jaw and down your throat. finally, he presses a soothing kiss to your lips, swiping the drool on the corner of your lips with his tongue.

kento always ensures sure you know how much he loves you. always making sure you can feel the depth of his love. whether it be gliding his hands over your skin to soothe your aching muscles or losing himself in you until the early light of the morning pours into the room. he belongs to you as completely as you belong to him. his lovely wife.

you moan softly into the kiss, his fingers quickly finding your clit, pinching and rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers before using his thumb to tenderly caress it. he spells his name, intimately slow, k-e-n-t-o. he repeats this until you’re writhing, briefly pulling away from your love-bitten lips where a string of saliva stretches between your sodden tongues.

kento thought you looked absolutely beautiful beneath him, your tight walls spasming around his throbbing cock whilst his name fell from your lips oh so prettily. with another push into your slick cunt, he’s leaning down to kiss you again—sloppily, length dragging across your walls and allowing you to feel each vein as he fucks you.

you can feel your breath being knocked out of your chest, hips desperately bucking up to meet his hips. “please, i-i’m so close, i’m so close!” you can tell kento’s getting close too, his forehead resting against yours with deep grunts and shaky huffs of breath. his pace is unforgiving, a contradiction to the words of praise he unabashedly lavishes.

“come for me, darling.”

with a final thrust of his hips, your eyes roll back, lips parting with a silent scream. your pussy greedily sucks him in as you gush around his twitching length. the way you envelope him tightly, glistening juices dripping, creating a milky ring on his cock is the cherry on top. kento clenches his jaw with a groan, burying himself to the hilt. his cum bursts deep inside you, filling you up to the brim with a warmth you feel you can’t possibly live without.

he presses a kiss to your swollen lips, which you return almost instinctively. his hand moves to gently brush aside the damp strands of hair from your forehead. “are you okay, sweetheart? i didn’t go too hard, did i?” he asks gently, delicately caressing your cheek as he gradually softens inside you.

with a tired yet affectionate smile, you nod, allowing yourself to relax into his familiar touch. “i’m okay, ken.” you assure him, soft and pliable in the comfort of his presence.

kento reciprocates your smile, pulling you closer as he carefully rolled the both of you over so that you were laying on his chest. when he shifts, the tip of his cock nudges your spongey nerves. your hips jerk a little, the addictive feeling of pleasure never wavering.

he lets out a low chuckle when he notices your cheeky smile. “still needy, are you?” you sit up and rest your hands on his chest, thighs on either side of him, framing his hips. you teasingly drag your hands down to his abs, feeling the ridges of the taut muscles beneath your palms and fingers.

maybe you were insatiable too. kento certainly isn’t complaining. how could he say no to his wife?

a/n. sorry if this is all really rushed !! i finished this early in the morning & vry vry quickly read over it before putting it in my queue. bare with me here ꒰ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ꒱ ‘m thinking this could be a prequel for this nanami fic

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[muli-wam]

Wrong Person...

summary: where you and the jjk men mistake eachother for someone else and end up prematurely confessing.

pairings: Gojo x fem!reader, Geto x fem!reader, Nanami x fem!reader, Toji x fem!reader, Sukuna x fem!reader, Ino x fem!reader, Choso x fem!reader

cw: crack, cursing, kms mentions (not serious), mentions of getting married and having kids (courtesy of Ino), use of y/n, fluff, I think thats it.

A/n: I think this is my 3rd smau this week... I want to say this will be normal but I cannot guarantee that so uhm.. enjoy it while it lasts 😉 anyways I had a lot of fun making this one, I hope you enjoy it as well! Also tysm for all the comments and reblogs i always giggle and kick my feet every time i read them 😁💗

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[spiralryomen-reblogs]

THSIS WAS SO CUTEEEEEEE

watching your beautiful boyfriend stand patiently, a bouquet of roses in his hand as he awaits your arrival.

you can only admire nanami’s handsomeness from across the street; taking in his height and wide shoulders that fit his winter coat perfectly.

his calm expression is immediately adorned with a soft smile as he spots you — taking a hand out of his pocket to wave. rushing to him, you take in his pink cheeks and the tip of his nose which had turned rosy, instantly feeling guilty.

nanami notices the small frown on your lips, his brows beginning to furrow.

“what’s wrong ?”

“i’m so sorry i took so long. you were here in the freezing—“

his low chuckle cuts you off — taking you by surprise — as you mentally capture the heavenly image of the look on his face.

“here.” he’s still smiling as he hands you the stunning bundle of roses and steps closer to press a kiss to your forehead.

“you don’t need to worry one bit about me waiting. i could stand in a blizzard for you.”

nanami can only leave you beaming as he takes his big hands and holds your cheeks.

“have i told you how gorgeous you look ?”

“nanami !” your grin is contagious as he lets out a warm laugh before lightly squeezing on your face with his palms.

[awizix]

name: anti stress

character: nanami kento (jujutsu kaisen)

tags?: afab! reader, 18+, face sitting, handjob, it's so soft what the hell, petnames (love), reader isn't shaved (i said it.), being gentle and soft together.

words: around 2,3k

notes: nanami kento.......this man is always on my mind. my roman impire. i just wanted to write something about him so bad oh my god (and i did it with not one but two hands wow) + english isn't my first language

it's friday night.

you close the apartment door behind you as you let out a deep sigh. this day was a hell on earth, you're sure of it. you awkwardly take off your heels, carelessly tossing them on the doormat — you'll put them away later, you're too tired to care about it. (kento will probably do it himself — he always looks after you and your belongings).

you ungraciously walk to the kitchen in this pencil skirt that doesn't allow you to take bigger than normal steps and put boxes with take out food on the counter. it's 9:41 pm. a bit earlier kento sent a message asking what would you want for dinner but you replied that you will get take out today — you know this week was just as hard for him as it was for you. probably even harder so you said he shouldn't cook tonight or he might pass out from standing too much.

you walk towards living room as it's the only room with a light on (you know it's the lamp near tv that gives off warm, not too bright light — kento's eyes can get really tired by the end of the day).

you immediately notice him as you enter the room and even in your tired state a small smile appears on your face. he's sitting on the floor, with his back supported by the couch and his head laying on the soft cushion. he's still in his work suit and white shirt (even though now his clothes are all wrinkled from the long day). you notice a bowl with water on the coffee table near by and a wet cloth covering his eyes. you can see that he noticed your presence as well, slightly turning his face to you. you take off your jacket and throw it on the couch as you make your way towards him and slide to the floor, pressing yourself against him.

you both sigh at the contact, finally reunited after this hell of a day. you gently take the wet cloth as you start carefully wipe the excess water on his face and throw it back in the bowl. kento opens his eyes, these hazel orbs looking at you lovingly as he says "welcome home, love". you smile as your palms find their place on his face, gently caressing his stubble. the sensation isn't unpleasant under your fingertips, but you'll help him to shave in the morning. now? you don't want to move from the floor at all.

you get closer to his face and kiss him softly — a completely chaste kiss, just to feel each over, to relax and ground yourselves. he answers willingly, his strong hands grabbing your waist, squeezing and pulling your body closer. he mumbles, a slight mischief in his voice, "tired day?". you giggle as you hide your face in his chest.

he knows it was. the whole week was busy — you with your additional project at work and kento wish missions, reports and meetings. you almost haven't seen each other at all this week, only exchanging quick sleepy kisses as kento was leaving too early in the morning for you to be up and you coming home too late to find him already sleeping in the bed. but it's friday. with whole two days of rest ahead.

so you say, quietly and smiling "a whole week, you can say". you massage the back of his neck, occasionally touching short hair of his undercut and he groans at the feeling. you ask him, unable to hide concern in your voice, "how are you feeling?". you know he works so hard sometimes, coming home with dark bags underneath his eyes and bruised body. he rolls his head back on the couch, closing his eyes, as he answers, "just tired. mission took longer than it was planned. but I'm unharmed".

you smile as your hands travel to his broad shoulders and god, you can't keep your hands off this man. even through layers of fabric you can feel his muscles and power hidden in his body. "can i do something? to help you to relax?"

kento is silent for a moment. "yes"

you angle your head, even if he can't see that. you hum, "hm?". you can make him his favourite tea or give him a massage (you read about it online just for him). so you expect something like that, not...

"sit on my face".

you blink several times and shake your head in disbelief. have you.... heard it correctly? "what?". suddenly, with his hands still on your waist, he tugs you closer and you almost fall on him but he holds you firmly but carefully like the most expensive treasure. your face is so close to his and he whispers into your lips, "sit on my face. please, love".

his hands start caressing your back, slowly running up and down, and your body runs hot on autopilot as a response to his touch. but then he kisses you and your mind goes blank — this kiss is nothing like the previous one. it's hot and wet as he licks your lips and his tongue enters your mouth. one of his hands presses your cheeks together, urging you to open your mouth wider and you comply as you moan instantly, feeling him sucking on your tongue.

he breaks a kiss and you look at him, breathless, your chest heaving, "i... i thought you were tired". he hums, his hot hands now exploring the front of your body through your work shirt — he slides them from your exposed neck to your breasts, palming them through your bra, lower to your soft stomach and then up again. "and this is exactly what will help me to relax".

you swallow hard. gosh, he's impossible. you use his shoulders for leverage as you try to get up, "okay, okay. just give me 10 minutes? I'll shower and then..."

"no. don't".

you look at him, puzzled, "hm? what? what do you mean?"

his wandering hands slide lower, gripping your ass as he says, "want you right now. here".

you smile at him, gently shaking your head, "kento, love, i took a shower in the morning but i spent the whole day on my feet, okay? I'm probably sweaty and...".

"and i want you just like that", kento's raspy voice interrupts you. you look at him, his gaze serious but full of desire and want, his pupils dilated with lust pooling in them. you whisper, "are you... are you sure?".

"yes, I'm sure".

you get up, still nervous but with unmistakable heat burning between your thighs. you start pulling your pencil skirt down as kento's hands gently brush against the back of your calfs. next, you tug down your sheer tights and simple cotton underwear and kento groans at the sight of your pussy, "fuck, thought about this beauty the whole week". he pulls you closer as he starts leaving hot wet kisses on your thighs, getting closer and closer to your heat. there, he inhales deeply and moans. you feel blood rushing to your face as you mumble, "kento, oh my god...".

he looks up at you with a small smile as he plants several kisses to the dark patch of hair. you moan — both at the feeling and how unbelievable he is — as you gently caress his hair. he rolls his head back, laying it on the couch and gently slaps your thighs, "come on. get on, love".

you silently follow his order, getting on the couch facing its back, with his head between your parted legs. his strong arms hug your thighs as he pulls you lower and lower until you're completely seated. a shudder runs through you at the feeling of his stubble gently brushing against the soft skin of your inner thighs.

you grip the back of the couch until it hurts a little as you feel his hot tongue pressed completely flat against your womanhood as he starts licking you. he sucks on your folds and teases your clit with a pointed end of his tongue — you start rocking involuntarily, but kento's hands just squeeze harder, locking you in the place.

you whine and mewl as he keeps licking, sucking and kissing — you're so wet you can hear slurps and squelches. you start impatiently unbuttoning your shirt, fingers shaking and not listening too well. halfway through, you grow annoyed and with just a half of buttons undone, you take it off through you head, throwing in on the couch somewhere. you quickly take off your bra and a loud moan erupts from you as you grab your tits, gently rolling perky nipples between your own fingers.

you whine and shut your eyes as you imagine what he looks like — still in his suit, with his incredible dick out, gently palming himself as he smears precum on the soft skin and brings you closer to the cloud 9 with his wonderful hot tongue.

kento's hands disappear from their place on your thighs and with newfound freedom you can't help but start riding his face, just a little, just a bit of back and forth. after a moment you hear a zipper being pulled down, rustling of fabric and feel kento letting out a dreamy sigh, hot air hitting your sensitive folds, as he starts stroking himself.

kento's free hand slides higher, joining yours in palming and massaging your tits as his wet tongue starts entering you that makes your thighs shake. he gently bites your folds and you arch with a loud mewl, parting your legs even wider in your attempt to get his face even closer to your heat. he pinches your nipples softly that earns a loud shriek from you and you can feel him smirking.

you get closer and closer to your orgasm from his skillful movements and as he angles his face so he good plunge his tongue deep into you with his nose pressing against your cute clit and you suddenly cum with a silent moan. your thighs press together, shaking, trapping his head between them but it seems he doesn't mind in the slightest as he eagerly drinks your juices, licking you clean.

you're panting like you just ran a maraphon as you guide your shaking hair to his head — still between your thighs — to softly pat his hair. you look down and by the creases around his eyes you know kento's smiling. you gigle as you get up with a wet sound and slide lower to find your place on his lap as he still slowly strokes himself.

you start unbuttoning his shirt as he keeps his pace — he's close, but he's not in a hurry. you kiss him, wet and hot, as you finally get your hands on his hard chest and stomach. you almost purr as your hands glide lower and accidently touch his hard cock. you smile in the kiss as you put your hand on top of his moving one, your fingertips gently carassing his hot dick. your other hand is softly rubbing his velvet skin, coated with a thin layer of sweat. you can feel a rapid heartbeat under your palm and the way his lungs expand with each inhale. you gently caress his hardened nipples and he groans in your mouth.

he lets go of the hold on the dick, allowing you to take the reins as his hands start touching your body, gently caressing your sides but almost aggresively grabbing and sqeezing your tits. you whine pitifully as you wrap your hand around him, gripping him firmly and stroking him fast — just the way kento loves. you break the kiss, you two looking at each other and breathing the same air. you feel muscles of his abs tightening under your fingertips as you whisper breathly, "like that?". he's nodding as he guides your body closer to him, your moving hand now trapped between your bodies. "yeah....fuck, yeah, like that. just.....just touch the head".

you hum and move your palm to the mushroom like head of his dick, wrapping a tight circle around it as you start stroking him there — firmly and vigorously. that earns you a low moan from kento as his head rolls back, exposing his sensetive neck and you can't help yourself as you start kissing his salty skin, marking him lightly and gently biting his adam's apple.

a minute later he groans, eyes shut and his body tensed, as he cums with his warm seed getting on his chest and stomach as well as your fingers. you slow down your movements, helping him to ride his high and milking him. after several moments you retrieve your hand to grab a wet cloth from the bowl. you clean your hand and carefully wipe kento's body as his tired gentle eyes follow your every movement. you throw it back in the bowl and he pulls you closer, his hands secure around your waist.

he kisses you then, deeply but without any heat — only love and gratitude. you gigle quietly, breaking the kiss and looking at him warmly. he smiles at you, "thank you, love".

"feel better?".

"so much better".

you raise your hands and stretch, muscles tensing for a moment but relaxing a second later. unbeknownst to you, kento's gaze glides on your body — soft tummy and the way your tits move. you're so beautiful. he kisses the place between your breasts and you laugh softly. he whispers, "i love you".

you gently caress his face, "love you too".

"shower?".

"oh my god, yes".

P.S. istg if he was real i would have to be put down like a feral animal.

[twinkletfout]

I like to think that a soft and gentle man like Nanami has to be the roughest in bed. Just the thought makes me MELT.

The moment both of you stumble into your shared bedroom, The second the door closes behind with a 'click', he has you against the now closed door, your wrists are tightened with a single grip of his. His other hand harshly pulls down your panties to cup your wet pussy. His middle finger rubbing circle on your sensitive nub as he hums in delight of the way your thighs tremble. Maybe he will catch you off-guard by stopping midway to earn a whimper or two, then plunging his thick fingers, he would love how your eyes roll back in ecstasy as you try to stand still with your back arches in pleasure. "You're leaking all over my fingers, baby" you hum lightly, arching your back against him, "missed me that badly, sweetheart?"

He would push you on to the bed as he takes off his shirt in a hurry that he might break a few buttons. The way you look splayed on the bed with those eyes filled with desire. Gosh, it's doing things to him, his cock twitching and bopping up at the sight. And it hurts but in a good way that he wants to grip his length to be inside you after so long. He was thinking of you all day long, all those flirty comments you make, nanami never falter, not even a little bit or break a sweat in public, but that exact man is in front of you right now, ripping his shirt off and his face practically painted red, flushed.

After he gets on top of you and looks down at you, narrowing his eyes as he drinks down your state under him, and how you get embarrassed of the way he is looking at you and turns out you look away at last is what he loves the most, so he can make you look at him and spout the filthiest things with a playful smirk. "Weren't so shy in all those messages, what's wrong now? Cannot even look me in the eye anymore?" He would make you look at him, brushing his thumb past your lower lip as he leaned down to kiss you messy. Oh and btw he definitely is a man to talk you through it and knowing you like it like that. As you try to accommodate his size, he would run his fingers down your thighs reassuringly while his other hand rub your puffy clit. "Aren't you a good girl? Take it, i know you can" And when he manages to slip it all in, kissing your most sensitive area as your thighs literally tremble, he would coo in your ear, a sweet praise for making him feel so good. "Godd, i might cum if you squeeze me that hard, shit— haa im trying, baby, am i being good nhmm?" All of his senses will drown in your moans, later as he would start thrusting in you roughly. It's like he uses you for his own pleasure, slapping your ass and pulling on your hair. But you notice faintly the way his roughness crumbles, kissing your teary eyes and capturing your lips as he pounds into you, your moans drowning in between those kisses.

I might be a lil too feral for him but like, look at him, he is Nanami Kento

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Disney Princes I Associate with JJK Men - a brief analysis

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Nanami - Kristoff

Nanami is canonically sassier than most give him credit for, especially when he is overworked or having a bad day.

He is pretty gruff when you first get to know him but he is also fiercely loyal and protective.

Many might see him as a "loner" but he seems decently content with being on his own.

Although Nanami worked in a white-collar environment, he is still a sorcerer and equally as hard-working in his blue-collar field.

On occasion, he is grumpy (with Gojo lol) even so, more than anything, he cares for those he loves, and makes many sacrifices to show for it.

Blond?

Gojo - Flynn

Satoru is SO Flynn.

They use charm and good looks to get whatever they want. This may be perceived as shallow, but they still have deep roots.

Flynn has the most "personality" of the princes in the films but does not see himself that way. He is aware of his flaws, and sees himself almost as a fraud.

Like Satoru, he is almost incapable of seeing that there is more to his character than others would see.

Toji - Aladdin

If Dimitri from the Anastasia film was a Disney prince, I might have gone with him but Aladdin fits nearly as well.

Their characters are both shown as being more than what they seem. A "diamond in the ruff" shall we say.

He is not above stealing or lying, and may actively manipulate a narrative to get what they want. Despite this, they do not necessarily have malicious intent, but rather, just want to survive.

They are both heavily motivated by freedom and willing to take risks to acquire it.

Both men become the best versions of themselves when they find love.

I also believe that they might have similar insecurities *cough* riffraff *cough* street rat.

〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰

Next up: Suguru, Sukuna, and Choso any guesses?

all fanart I got on Tumblr, however, I recognize @hunnismokah, @thatsallitchief, and @- narutoss.ramen on Instagram

[muli-wam]

She's Busy

Summary: you decide to prank the jjk men by saying that you're "busy", but it kind of.... backfires.

cw: crack, cursing, pretty sure thats all (:

pairings: gojo x fem!reader, geto x fem!reader, nanami x fem!reader, toji x fem!reader, sukuna x fem!reader, ino x fem!reader, choso x fem!reader

A/n: hope you enjoyyyyy 😁

☆°•.☆°•.☆°•.��°•.☆°•.☆°•.☆°•.☆°•.

[hoernypie]

After a long, exhausting day you were lying comfortably in the bed, feeling his arms wrapped around you as he pushed his face in the crook of your neck. Murmuring half-asleep, he began to grind his hips against your ass, his hardness pressing into you through the fabric of your pajamas. Your body responded instinctively, moving back to meet his slow, rhythmic thrusts. His breath grew hot on your neck as he whispered how much he loved you into your ear, his hands squeezing your belly. You felt your panties growing wet. Your breathing deepened, matching the tempo of his grinding hips, and you felt your heart race in response to his quiet moans. His strong arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer. With each passing second, the heat built up between you two, and you could feel your arousal overtaking your brain. But his movements slowed, and with a content sigh, he kissed your neck, his hands lingering on your belly as he drifted off to sleep, holding you in a warm embrace.

[flaneur002]

Oh my GOD….🫠

JJK (Jujutsu Kaisen) - Kento Nanami

Original source - https://twitter.com/egavinote