#beach nanami

[kentonanamisupremacy]

BEACH NANAMI!!!!! ☀️🏖️🍹

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

So this is very self indulging. These are my vacation photos turned into the Tokyo 5 messing around. Makes me crave summer and my friends <3

[hinamie]

summer is coming so i'm giving them the beach day they deserve

[tatakaeeren]

Stay at the beach Nanamin ❤ You deserve peace

[yuutaguro]

height difference go brrrrr

[oldmama]

[capricornlevi]

(nsfw, mdni)

"we're gonna be really late, y'know?" you whisper against nanami's shoulder, your words cut off by a sudden gasp that slips out of your lips without you realising. once your breath steadies and your shaking thighs can support you again, you continue. "the reservation is at seven, and it's nearly --"

"then we'll be late," he replies, pressing an adoring kiss against the crown of your head, "they can wait."

even now, he seems effortlessly composed. the only hint of any loss of control is how his chest rises and falls slightly faster than normal, paired with the faintest pink flush spreading across his cheekbones. besides that, he seems completely unperturbed at the idea of missing a reservation at his favourite restaurant.

"that's out o-of character," you mumble fondly, feeling the fabric of the couch imprint against your knees as you lower yourself down again, your grip on nanami's bare shoulders leaving little crescent-moon indentations on his skin. "you-you're the punctual one, aren't you?"

a shift of his thighs beneath your own and his hips are pressed flush against yours, the thrust knocking the air from your chest.

"the difference is," he says, deep voice hushed but tinged with barely-concealed lust, "that i only watch the clock for things i don't like doing. and right now, i can't think of any place else i'd rather be than-" - he pulls out, letting air back into your lungs, before grabbing your hips and speeding up the rhythm until your vision blurs, "- right here, with you looking so pretty on top of me."

[koiifysh]

Honeymoon 🎐

contents: Arrange marriage trope | Slow burn | Angst | One sided love? Part 2 to this

Silent confessions.

Nanami once took you to the beach. Calm waves, the tranquil shore and Nanami.

Nanami.

Nanami was so beautiful. You could only stare from afar. His sand gold hair, soft like the sea foams. How peaceful he looked.

A click of the camera in your hand at the exact moment he smiled at you.

Red tinted ears when he realized you took a picture of him. Eyes widened in shyness.

Some of the photos you took at the beach ended up in an album of Nanami's.

A picture of you two, the sky, the sands, a picture of you.

“Shall we put the picture you took of me here?"

“Oh- uh, about that," you looked down in embarrassment. “I-.....I lost the picture, I'm sorry.”

“Oh, it's okay, not a big deal." Soft smile and gentle reassurances.

If you did indeed lost the picture, then how did it end up in your wallet? He was sure you told him you lost the picture that day.

When you asked Nanami to grab your hair clips from the wallet he certainly didn't expect a picture of him in there.

All this time you kept a picture of him. Kept a part of him with you. How could he be so foolish?

The answers to his questions. Why you were so distant, so far. Why you always looked like you were hurting. Why sometimes your eyes would be red and puffy.

And now he looked at you smiling and laughing with your cousins. How long has it been since he last saw you smile or heard you laugh.

How long have you been hiding how you felt about him. And why?

Why did you not tell him.

Nanami hated how all this time he treated you just as his wife and not an actual partner who shares a life with him. You had feelings, feelings which he hurt by being so dense. He treated you as a responsibility. But you loved him.

Loved him enough to not tell him as to not wanting to hurt his feelings.

He hated how he failed to make you happy. In fact being the very reason you felt unhappy.

Nanami wasn't in love with you. But he wanted you. What was this complicated feeling.

He hated how he couldn't reciprocate your feelings. But there was something deep inside of him that had a very strong attachment to you.

What was this attachment?

Taglist > @brazenliar @erishishigami @ffyona1214

[karlyboyyy]

Beach Episode! ☀️🏖️🌊😌

[gardenofnoah]

the lamp light is warm across the cut of kento’s jaw. you feel it as you watch it clench—somewhere deep in your gut, the gesture makes a home that is as wholly familiar as the creak in the second step up the stairs. his hard angles are like that—you could close your eyes and know the contours of his face from memory, just as you do your own. brow furrowed in focus, he’s so beautiful that it’s almost unsettling. time has not changed him.

not like it’s changed you.

“hello, my love.”

you raise your eyes to meet his, now looking up at you. there’s a soft smile on his face—it’s not teasing, like it would’ve been 5 years ago if he’d caught you staring. likewise, you don’t have it in you to feel sheepish at being caught. not anymore.

you return the greeting, but you know that it’s not as enthusiastic as you want it to be. kento seems to know it, too. he slides the stack of papers in front of him to the side of his desk, leaving the spot in front of him empty. when he looks up at you again it’s an invitation, and it’s one that no matter how shitty you feel, you could never pass up.

you cross the room without an unnecessary step, and he leans back in his chair for you to slot yourself between him and the desk. you take your seat on the wood and he leans forward, reaching for you as he always does when you’re close enough to be just too far from him. his fingers brush down the back of your calves until they wrap around your ankles, gently pulling your feet onto his lap. you let out a little sigh when his thumbs press into the soles.

“something on your mind?”

you meet his gaze again, and it’s both fond and a little worried. he’s as perceptive as he always was—you suppose he’s had to be, though the reasons that necessitated that are few and far between now. the toe dip into retirement has turned into more of a knee-deep wade, and now he mostly uses his observational prowess on you.

you sit back on your hands, sighing a little. 5 years ago, you would’ve vehemently denied that anything was wrong, if only to make sure you could be a partner that never took up too much space. you can’t bring yourself to do that now.

“i look….different.”

he cocks his head to the side, and for a second, he almost looks boyish. it’s warm when it rubs up against the frozen thing in your chest—it thaws you a little.

“different than?”

“different than i used to.”

“right.”

5 years ago, kento’s affirmation would’ve sent you into a tailspin. but it’s different now—you know he doesn’t mean it negatively. it’s more of a prompt for you to continue—a way for him to show you he’s present in the conversation.

“i feel bad about that.”

his brows furrow again—a tiny crease in the middle of them that makes you want to reach out and poke it.

“why do you feel bad about that?”

“i don’t know,” you tip your head back, looking to the ceiling like it’ll have the words you’re searching for on it, “i just…wasn’t expecting the change, i guess. i feel like i don’t know what my body looks like anymore.”

he’s silent while he takes in your words, thumbs sliding up the inside arch of your foot while he thinks. 5 years ago, his silence would have ate at you until you packed it with empty filler to take away from the heaviness you brought into the conversation. it doesn’t bother you now, though—you know he wants to hear what you have to say. you feel secure enough to say it.

“are there specific things about your body that you feel bad about?”

you nod after a moment, choosing not to elaborate. it really didn’t matter what they were—it was not as if it was your first time feeling body insecurity, but this feeling carried a bit of existentialism that you weren’t familiar with—that was the problem.

“i feel like i’m too soft,” you say after another moment of silence. it’s not a bombshell that shatters it—it’s just a tiny pebble dropped from above that disturbs the surface.

“for who?”

“me.”

his fingers curl around your ankles and hold you there while his eyes graze your face. “what do you need right now, my love?”

his eyes settle on yours and you feel your own need for him flare up inside your chest. too warm for the thing that was there before. melted, you crack.

“maybe a hug.”

you blink and he’s standing before you, strong arms reaching around your shoulders to cage your head in to his chest. your thighs squeeze around the outside of his instinctively, like to pull him in is all you know how to do. the hand on the back of your head is warm and unwavering like the rest of him.

“not that you asked for this,” he murmurs into your skin, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, “but i love you soft. you change and i love you more than i thought i could.”

you press your forehead to his collar bone on a shaky exhale, letting his words wash over you. kento is nothing if not a man of whole truths—the biggest of those is that he loves you. it’s not like him to offer you meaningless affirmations just to placate you, so you know this carries weight—you take it for what it is.

“i want to love me soft, too.”

“i know,” he whispers into your hairline, “give it some time. you’ve done this before, no?”

his palm finds the base of your neck and massages the perpetual ache out of the muscle. there are moments that you are grateful for kento’s ability to find solutions where you cannot—to accept the control you hand to him on the basis of trust that has been earned over the years—but right now you’re grateful for his ability to know when to leave something unresolved. it might be true that to let this air out is the best thing for you to do—and knowing you’ll have kento to lean on when it doesn’t seem so simple is helpful.

the warm light casts shadows of your bodies against the wall—distorted and conjoined, and still more beautiful than you’ve ever seen. you think you can understand what he meant.

“love you, ken.”

he presses his smile into the crown of your head. “i love you, too.”

[kentonanamisupremacy]

Beach Kento is here 🥰🏝️

[vmpyrgal]

Kamisama Kiss~🍍💦☀️

[shoot1ngst4r]

happy birthday to my amazing and lovely and caring husband nanami kento who DIDNT die in shibuya and came back home and is alive and well <3

[rainmacaroni]

‘ Could I ever be free and happy like him ? ’

[freebeeftea]

[beneathashadytree]

Did I just see… a poll with over 40K comments on TikTok… of fictional characters you would realistically marry… where the most voted anime character was Gojo? ARE WE IN THE TRENCHES??? BAR’S IN HELL NOW????? STAND UPPPPPP‼️

Sorry but I do NAWT trust you if you don’t like Nanami Kento an abnormal amount and believe he’s the most husband-like character in JJK😔🙏🏽 He was LITERALLY made for delusional fanfiction, like Gege and the animators KNEW what they were doing with him. And I applaud them for knowing what the audience needs.