#jjk Nanami kento

[slvttyplum]

nanami was your neighbor; you never really noticed him because of how busy your schedules were, but he noticed you.

"hey." nanami looks at you while he puts his key into the hole, slowly twisting, trying to stall time to have a conversation with you, but you were a little quicker, returning the same "hey" and walking into your home.

that was it; that was all. that's what happened at least once a week when he got a chance to see you, and even when you didn't exchange enthusiasm with your words when speaking with him, he still found himself wanting you, his dick hard and pressing against his pants.

rushing into his house just to think about you for the rest of the night, he didn't know why he wanted you so bad or what about you got him horny, but he knew that one day he was going to get a chance to have you.

he was absolutely correct.

it was the same routine, but something was different; you were coming home from a trip in a rush to get inside and strip off your clothes.

as you were dragging your suitcase inside, it burst open, only yourself to blame for not taking the time to put everything in there neatly. no worries because nanami was by your side helping.

"thank you, enjoy your evening." smiling to him as you zip up your suitcase and head inside, what you thought was the end to this embarrassing interaction, it was far from over.

nanami hit the jackpot.

while the both of you were picking up your clothes as fast as you could, nanami noticed a pair of your panties, his heart racing and his dick once again pushing against his pants, not one thought of whether he should really do that going through his mind; instead, he quickly stuffed them in his pocket.

he didn't stop at his thieving, taking it one step further and taking them with him to bed; the more he touched them, the more he thought about you, and because of that, he couldn't not use this to his advantage.

in bed, taking his dick out and rubbing your panties over his throbbing length that was leaking, his cum rubbing on the fabric as he pumps himself, thinking about you and imagining how you would look with them on.

trying to suppress his moans, but he couldn't; his chest rising and falling at great speed, trying to calm himself, but the euphoria he was experiencing was too overwhelming.

his hands rubbing over his pecs as he squirms, your figure popping in his mind.

thinking about you and not-so-appropriate thoughts, like walking behind you, bending you over, and stripping the panties he was currently jerking himself off with.

he was a deviant when it came to you, but he didn't care, not when it felt this good. he couldn't get a hold of himself, his cum soaking your panties, still pumping himself, nasty thoughts about you reputedly popping in his mind.

keeping your panties just to do the same thing every time he got to see you.

[kurikurikur1]

FILM NAME:—꒰˖⁠♡; ℭ𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔲𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔡!

1nfo;♡⁠˖⁠꒰— priest!nanami x succubus!reader [?] —inspired by @baobei-bu's art of the same concept ♡

RATED-R:—Penetration, cûmplay, mouthfucking, hair pulling, —slight lore and full on smut?-

[ ! not proof read, will edit tomorrow with the mistakes </3 ]

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"Nanamii.."

"Get lost. Go somewhere else."

After a few hours of helping around the village with the other reverend Gojo, and cleaning the church house up a bit more led to Nanami walking across the dirt stoned ground, at midnight, every step echoed thrice. Unfortunately for him, a curse—succubus was around, aka—he found you. Curses like you were a small annoying nuisance, who could be easily exorcised if not for Nanami's tired eyes to not have enough strength to deal with it now, you're just a small curse who'll leave at some point, right? "If you don't wanna exorise her, I will—" "No." Nanami cut Gojo off, "I'll be fine walking home, she'll leave soon enough." Gojo shrugged at his airy response before leaving with a wave of goodbye to his own cottage—"alright, whatever you say Nanami!... Goodnight!" And then the six-eyed man was soon long gone.

You look at him with heart shaped eyes as you giggled, flying slightly up to wrap your arms around his neck before looking at him with awe, Nanami continued walking further, unbothered with your presence—you point a finger at him, causing him to close his eyes in hidden annoyance to avoid how close you are to him. "Na-na-min..!" "Get lost." You simply avoided his requests but lowered down to the floor, following him instead.

He opens the wooden door to his abode, the fireplace crackling softly as he sits down on his soft green couch after locking the door with the metal key, You followed sitting beside him as he took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. As he relaxed, you thought this would definitely be the perfect time to tie him up, he seems a bit distressed, doesn't he? Why don't you take off the pent up tension...

"what are you doing?"

You giggle at his question, your sharp tail wrapping around his leg as you purred a hum, gently opening up his legs before getting surprised with his hard-clothed cock. Your fingers lift up, wrapping around the edge of his inner thigh then wrapping around twice against his arm.

"untie me. Now."

You mischievously giggle again, taking his glasses and putting on his head, giving him the view of you leaning down, cheeks flushed, eyes filled with lust, a mouth thats begging to be fucked, your sweaty skin glistening from the fire as a strap and a triangle of a fabric try to cover you up, Nanami's eyes widened, his cock hardening in his pants tighter as the hidden tip spurts out a bead of precum that's getting sucked in by his trouser's clothing.

He said your name calmly, eyes controlled with not even a hint of lust in. Fortunately, the ropes around him were enough for him to break with his strength, but God forgive him because he had the odd urge to not break it, the feeling stirs up even harder as you lean closer to his boner, hands wrapping around the rim of his trousers as you undressed his lower body, pulling out his long, reddened angry tip that was already squirting out precum, Nanami gulped nervously, saying your name in a harsher tone before being cut off with your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, sucking harshly, he threw his head back, muttering out an apology to the lord above him as his eyes furrow in pleasure.

"d- dear lord... Darling stop it-"

Your eyes widened in excitement of how big he is, your small hand running up and down on his shaft, desperately trying to make him cum. "Stop. S- stop it" as your pace grew faster, you wanted to swallow more of him. Your body is lifting up with a "mph!" Around his cock, vibrations sending right through him before swallowing him all, sucking harshly. With that—Nanami's urge bursted, ripping off the pink rope, with a loud, and deep groan, he took a bunch of your hair, pulling your head off his throbbing cock before pulling it right back in to fuck your mouth.

"wanna get used so fuckin' bad hm? Well then I'll fucking use you like you're- hah- supposed to be."

His pace was so fucking harsh, his hips meanly slapping against your face as he thrusted his large cock in your mouth, "mph- Nami-" you mumbled against his dick, looking up at him with cock-drunk eyes as he looked down at you angrily, his pace not stopping before his head throws back and shoves himself all inside your mouth, your tongue swirling around his pale base as squelching of his cum went down your throat, he groaned, forcing your head to stay before pulling back. Taking his cock and smacking it on your wet face, small amounts of his cum shoots out hitting your cheek.

"you wanna' get used hm?" You nod, tears from gagging around his cock water in your eyes, "Y- yes, please Nami- need you s' bad. Wan' you to fuck me.."

He pulled your hair up and on to the couch. "You aren't God's creation, are you, you lustful freak?" He slapped your face with his hand. "S' pretty, who created you, hm?" "Such a shame you're so lust hungry." He widened your legs, ripping the flimsy piece of fabric off. "You've wanted this for so long, s' why don't I give it to ya then? Hm?"

He pulled your hips, rubbing your numb aggressively before suddenly pulling you closer, penetrating you with his thick cock as you in sync moaned out his name. "S' f- tight f'me, darling.." "Gonna ruin this pretty cunt." He started thrusting his cock into you vigorously, with each thrust you mewl loudly, maybe loud enough for his neighbors to hear. "Can't have them hearin' somethin' unholy." He ripped the remaining small fabric on you as he stuffed it in your mouth, thrusting harshly and hard enough for the couch to shake. "F- mph! N-Nami- fuck-"

"You wan' my cum? Don't ya?" "Well I'll give it to you." He gripped your upper ass, holding the flesh tight and on go his cock as he pumped his seed in you, his chest heaving up and down as you let out a high pitched whimper, creaming down on his cock as your eyes shine a bright red heart of the feeling on his cum swirling inside you, so full that a creamy ring splurts out making squelches echo in the room.

"what a good girl you've been.."

He pulls out his softening cock out of you, watching your sticky cunt spew out loads of his cum that can't fit in. You stretched out in thr couch, eyes still fully dilated. He gasps out, what the hell? Did he just break a rule?

"Y'know..mph- u- us curses have immense agility.." with the sound of your voice, his eyes darken again, what the hell was happening to him?

"oh. You're saying you want more, darling?"

"I'll give you more, then."

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Been wanting to write this one, stayed up till 2 to finish to bring you this <3

[thesoftuglywrites]

I loved how vivid and eloquent your descriptions are in this. My favorite bits being when the reader ponders on how fragile the human body is as well as the part where they intend to take on every action and infliction that Kento faces in their nightmare.

To know that your loved ones are not immortal and are not made of steel is such a somber moment in this piece.

Your diction is quite superb and that is conveyed so heavily here. Genuinely speaking, that’s something I aspire to have as a writer and you do it so flawlessly. It’s beautiful.

(Also, if I were to ever wake up in Kento’s hold and have him console me after having a nightmare would mean that I could die happy and ascend to the next astral plane.)

I loved this.

Synopsis: (Reader x Nanami) In the aftermath of a disturbing dream, Kento enfolds you in the solace only he can bring.

Rated: T

Contents: Angst, Suspense, Romance.

Banner artwork: She Did Not Turn - David Inshaw (1974)

Dividers by: @rookthornesartistry

You dream that he is standing in a dried out field, far removed from anything familiar. The alien sun encroaches with terrifying proximity on the horizon, a red collosus, but you feel none of its warmth. It is as if no atmosphere exists around you here, nothing to carry minute traces of sensation from your skin to his across the quivering, paper thin stalks that stab through the earth.

Kento.

Yes, it's your voice, but you have no mouth with which to speak his name. Your presence is a muted one. It doesn't carry any weight here.

He stands, back towards you, and in spite of the chilling distance between your form and his, you can make out the tender part of his hair, which you've run your fingers through countless times when he lays his head in your lap. You can see the way he leans slightly to the left, his straight posture now and then giving way to an old knee injury that plagues him. You watch his hands clench and unclench, reflexively, as he does before setting his mind to a new task, a small gesture of readiness, of his eternal sense of duty.

Kento. What are you getting ready to face?

And why alone?

The stillness of the air is beginning to awaken a restless rebellion in your body. You need to be closer to him. You need to touch him, or that hungry, hungry sun will swallow him up, leaving no trace of him on this fallow ground.

No mouth. No fingers. No legs to carry you to him.

But isn't this how you've always felt? As if you're a powerless spectator, watching as the man you love above all others marches with steady inevitability towards a seething horizon that blows apart under any kind of scrutiny?

How fragile is the human form? How tender is the flesh? You can't help but think of such things, even when enfolded in the vital strength of his arms, even when the sweat of lovemaking cools on your skin and his, and the substantial weight of his body sinks against you, drawn in by the crushing gravity of your embrace.

At those times, you hold him close and wonder at how easily his strength could be shattered, at how frail the connecting web of bone, muscle and blood, everything that made up your Kento, truly was.

Was it monstrous to think that way? Was it so taboo to voice your fears, when you should be dwelling on the sunlit wash of his presence in your home, your bed, your arms?

Forward, forward, you must go further. Push yourself to your limits, as he always does.

The landscape is resolving into harsher shapes around you. Details creep along the edges of your vision, sinuous. There are floorboards beneath your spectral feet. You feel no sensation, but you know that the sun has hardened and bleached them with the same reverence it bestows to the bones of unknowable animals in a flat expanse of desert.

You are viewing Kento through a window, a stark rectangle in the wooden wall, framed in splinters. He is not moving, out there in that dry, dry field, and you wonder how he can bear the heat of that gigantic sun.

A terrible thought strikes you.

What if he is already gone? What if the skin has already been burned from his flesh? What if he cannot move as his muscles shrivel and scorch under that stupendous heat? What if he cannot turn to you, one final time, because he wants to spare you the sight of bone protruding from the remains of charred tissue?

No. No. You cannot let it be. You cannot watch him -

Tangible. Tangible is what you have become, through sheer force of will. You weave your own body into existence, because you must save him, you must reach him.

Kento hasn't moved, but the sun seems closer. It is closer. You have to do something. You have to act, and your helplessness will be no excuse when he is beyond your reach and that of everyone else he knows and cares for -

Your arm, or some half-formed semblance of it, plunges through the window. Something shatters. Sensation floods your mind, synapses flaring to life, their signals propelled with all the reckless fury of a charge on foot against cannon-fire.

It burns, it burns, it is pain, it is beyond anything you have ever endured, but endure it you will, because -

The answer comes to you, spoken somewhere in still-water depths that no sun can reach.

You will burn for him. You will swallow this agony for him. You will partake of this pain until you grow and grow and spread your incorporeal body across the horizon, too large for this flimsy room to contain. You will grow larger than the sun, even, swallowing all of his pain, even beyond the limits of any threshold you have known, because you -

Air enters your lungs in a frigid rush, and you sit up, chest heaving. Your thin nightdress stretches uncomfortably across your skin, and something trickles from your brow down across your eyelid. It stings, blurring your vision. You blink, once, twice.

Someone is calling your name.

There is a hand on your back, firm and grounding. Fingers sweep along your brow, removing the moisture that has collected there.

Kento.

You can barely summon the strength needed to turn and look at him.

There he is.

No scorched flesh, no red, cavernous eye sockets, the gleaming, white sanctuary of his ribs still encased in clean, undamaged tissue.

In the darkness of your bedroom, you can't make out the finer details. No otherworldly sunlight casts his features in stark lines on living canvas.

In spite of this fact, you know that there is a furrow carved in his brow. Even without touching him, you can feel tension radiate from muscles that are always ready to react. Those earnest eyes, always reflecting the dappled shade of a forest in the springtime, taking you in with a scrutiny that would produce the inevitable conclusion.

He doesn't ask you outright; he doesn't need to.

Instead, a hush descends over your senses as his arms come up and draw you close, so close, disregarding the sweat that still dampens your clothes.

Oh, to be wrapped in this steady rhythm forever, to listen to the pulse of the resilient muscle beneath the cellular fabric that forms this man you love above all others. How could your mind still creep back to that hellish place when this was laid out before you, the banquet of his all-encompassing embrace?

No fear can touch you here. No enemy can lay siege to him in this place, protected by the irrational and incontestable vow of sanctity that you have imposed on these four walls.

"Do you want to tell me what that was about?"

His voice stirs gently though your hair, each word laced with infinite tenderness. It almost breaks your resolve to retain control of yourself.

"I had a dream that you ... were far away."

His grip across your shoulder tightens. Kento has seen enough death and despair in the line of duty to fill in the shadowed spaces of that distant landscape himself.

You continue, voice loud in the hush of this room, the night so very, very still. Kento's heartbeat is the exception. It pounds with rebellious vitality under your palm.

"I had a dream that you were standing in a wide, open field. And that there was a giant ... sun in the sky. And it was about to burn everything up, including you. And me."

There is a heavy pause in which the tick of the clock on the nightstand strikes each second with a steel-clad fist.

When he does eventually speak, Kento's voice is low, his words unhurried, as if the reassurance he offers will embed itself in the eternal strata of his world and yours.

"And was I facing you, in this dream? Was I close to you?"

"No. You were ... turned towards the sun."

"Hm. Then that dream means nothing."

"Tell me why."

"If what you dreamed about really happened, and I was in a place you couldn't reach, then I would make sure that I would only ever think of you. If the man in your dream couldn't face you, then he wasn't me. It's that simple."

You can't help the way your lips curve secretly, hidden against the firm heat of his chest.

"Just a dream, then?"

"Hardly worth a single thought."

"Then it was a strange one. Especially that sun."

His head turns, lips pressed lightly against your forehead.

"A brave sun."

"Brave?"

"To try and outdo you."

[lovedandtouched]

kento isn’t much of a talker.

whenever you come home from work, he’d always be there on the couch, spreading his arms to as a welcoming gesture.

laying on his chest, you then talk about your day, what annoyed you, and the latest gossips in your workplace.

“i just don’t know why would she do that, you know?”

and kento just grumbles, his way of agreeing with you, too focused on looking at your features.

“then, get this! she still took him b—” you cut yourself off, he looks uninterested.

were you talking too much..?

“why’d you stop, sweetheart? continue, what did she do?” kento says, snapping you out of your haze.

“she still took him back! the amount of advice that i gave her, she didn’t even apply any of those!” you huffed in annoyance.

kento hums, “it’s on her if she gets hurt again, sweets.”

“ugh, i don’t care about her anymore.”

kento was still scanning your face, his thumb caressing your cheekbones.

“i missed you, ken.”

“i missed you more, my love.”

you slowly move to kiss him, his hold on you tightening.

“i love you.” he mumbled in between kisses.

“i love you, too, kento.”

he slowly sits up to stand, with you still on his arms.

“don’t drop me, ‘kay?”

he chuckles, you snuggle your head on his neck and gave it little pecks.

“do you ever get tired of me yapping?” you asked him.

“hearing your voice puts me at ease, i find comfort when we’re like this. i love when you talk, sweetheart. i may look uninterested with everything that you talk about but i’m really not, i’m most likely just distracted by your gorgeous face.” kento mutters as he opens the door to your shared bedroom.

“oh my god, kento.”

“yes, love?”

“i need to wife you up.”

“hm, we’re gonna need to plan another wedding then, huh?” he chortles.

kento isn’t much of a talker, but he can be a little chatty when it comes to you.

[xhyjin]

husband nanami! who cuts your steak for you on dates because he knows you have a hard time doing it.

husband nanami! who lives and breathes you. he wakes up for work already missing you, laying in bed and watching you sleep as he gently plays with your hair.

husband nanami! who finds himself staring at photos of you randomly throughout the day when he’s not with you, not even realizing he has the biggest smile plastered on his face until someone (gojo) points it out. he gets so flustered, quickly shutting off his phone to keep them from seeing your photos—because they’re his and his only.

husband nanami! who holds your purse, your drink, your jacket, even your earrings—anything and everything—while you’re out, because he adores being part of anything that has to do with you.

husband nanami! who never raises his voice at you (bare minimum, of course) but will scream lyrics with you at the top of his lungs, even if it’s completely out of his comfort zone, just to see you smile.

husband nanami! who plans on renewing your vows “just because,” when in reality, he simply can’t get enough of how breathtaking you look in white.

husband nanami! who has your contact saved as “mrs. nanami” with the silliest photo of you—one he knows will definitely get him in trouble if you ever see it, but he keeps it because it makes him smile every time.

husband nanami! who somehow brings you into every conversation, no matter how random. his coworkers could be discussing the weather, and he’ll find a way to connect it to you, much to their annoyance, because it seems like your name is the only word in his vocabulary.

husband nanami! who sometimes writes your initials next to his on his work files while daydreaming about you, like a love-struck teenager doodling on their homework. sometimes, he forgets to erase them, leaving the pages covered in your initials, much to the confusion of his coworkers reviewing the files.

husband nanami! who takes your opinions on his work seriously, so when you tell him not to go to shibuya because you have a gut feeling, he listens and is forever grateful he did. because we all know why. (😔)

husband nanami! who quits being a sorcerer and a businessman just to enjoy his life with you, with no other responsibilities but you, you, you, you, and only you.

husband nanami! who always tells you to bring your jacket whenever you two go out, but secretly hopes you forget, because he loves when you get cold and he gets to give you his. he knows it’s wrong to make you feel cold on purpose, but he can’t help how adorable you look all warm and snug in his jacket, while he shivers with a proud smile, his arm around your waist.

husband nanami! who purposely leans his head back while kissing so you have to pull him by his tie to bring him back down to your level, just because he loves how it feels when you take charge.

[faintrustle]

NANAMI KENTO:

[kenananamin]

Tie my tie, marry me

Summary: The moment Nanami knew he never wanted to tie his tie by himself ever again and wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. fluffy, nanami x fem!reader, nanami already loves everything you do but something about tying his tie was so intimate and special to him

It had been a year since Nanami officially asked you to be his girlfriend, but you had just started staying over during the weekdays. If either of you would stay at each other's houses, it would only be during the weekends when you both knew the next day could be dedicated to each other. Only recently had that unspoken rule changed.

You had both gone to the mall to shop for your new professional wardrobe and Nanami asked if he could buy a few extra things for you to keep at his house. You both knew what that implied and told him he could buy it, only if you could buy some stuff for him to keep at your house. You had both never been happier to spend more time and money at a crowded mall.

Nanami woke up a bit later for work than usual because of a power outage that turned off his alarm clock and did not charge his phone. You went into work after he did so you make his coffee and pack his lunch while he took a quick shower. You run into the bathroom to let him know he had less than 15 more minutes.

He steps out of the shower and grabs his razor to shave. You reach for the hairdryer he bought for you to keep at his house and start to dry his hair as he quickly shaves. You run out and start to rummage through his closet to set his clothes on the bed. Nanami finishes shaving and follows you out to get dressed.

"Shirt first, hurry," you take the shirt off the hanger and throw it to him.

Nanami begins to button the shirt when you get in front of him and start pulling his collar up and putting his tie around his neck. He looks at you with a questioning look and you quickly explain, "My dad taught me how to tie a tie. Never thought it'd come in handy since I never knew anyone who regularly wore a tie before you." You laugh at the memory but continue what you were doing to avoid making your boyfriend late.

Nanami however... his fingers stop buttoning his shirt. He looks at you, concentration and rush covering your features, but your fingers gently grazed his skin as you looped his tie. She's the first person to ever tie it for me, Nanami thinks. He had to learn how to do it from a video and was later corrected by some older male coworkers who showed him with their own ties.

The events of that morning finally dawn on him. You jumped out of bed right after you felt him jump out and started rushing around the apartment with him. He hadn't even mentioned that he was late, but you opened your eyes and knew what to do. He could smell the coffee from the room and heard the clanking of the leftover containers being opened and slid across counters from the shower. You dried his hair knowing that his route to work was not long enough to let it dry itself, and you took out exactly what he would have worn that day while he shaved. And now... there you stood before him, helping him tie his tie so his hands could do other things.

It seemed so... small. It was so small, so truly insignificant in the scale of life, something that could not hold weight in the world or change anything in the universe. But it changed his life, it was his favorite view in the world, and it would become his universe.

You look up at him and see him staring... and his hands not moving?! You move his hands away from the buttons and rush to finish buttoning it down. He takes your face in his hands and leans down to kiss you slowly. So very slow and soft. It stops you completely and you wrap your arms around his waist, relishing in the smell of his aftershave and body wash. Nanami deepens the kiss and moves an arm around your waist to pull you in closer. As much as you love when he pulls you in, the movement pulls you out of the kiss trance.

"Oh my god, Kento, hurry!! You're late, you're late!"

You step back and shove his pants into his arms. You tell him to hurry and that you'd grab his shoes to put by the door. You start yelling across the apartment that it would rain the entire afternoon and he needed to take the umbrella.

Nanami listens as you rustle through the closet looking for the umbrella and the light thud of what might have been his lunch bag and coffee thermal on the entryway table. He walks out the room putting on his suit jacket and sees you lightly jumping while telling him to hurry with his shoes.

Nanami leans down to tie his shoes but pauses after he's done. He goes to touch your bare leg since you hadn't even gotten dressed after waking up. You only wore his large shirt and underwear. He kneels and carefully lifts one leg to kiss your knee. He looks up from his kneeling position and says, "Thank you for helping. You really didn't have to."

His loving eyes close slightly while you lean down to give him one kiss as your response. "You're late," you whisper against his lips.

Nanami stands and takes his things while waving bye to you and your bed head. He heads out the door and begins a light jog to catch his regular train.

Yeap, she's the one, Nanami thinks.

Nanami spent his lunch break at the jewelry shop looking at rings that would look beautiful on your finger. There were so many engagement rings that would look gorgeous on you, but one caught his eye as he imagined that ring slightly moving on your finger as you tied his tie.

"I like that one. Do you have a size (your ring size) in stock?"

Nanami buys the ring at that moment and texts you to ask if he could come over to your house after work. He does not plan to propose on a regular Tuesday evening with no special plans, but he wants to hug you, smell your lovely perfume, take you some flowers, and give you a special thanks for helping him. And maybe, maaaayybe (most likely), stay over at your house to help him with his tie again the next morning.

[cr4yolaas]

husband headcanons — nanami kento

tags: fluff !! i intended for this to be a gender neutral reader, however, there are some allusions to a fem reader ^_^

𝜗𝜚 nanami kento, who stays up until he’s sure you’ve fallen asleep. despite your complaints, he never fixes this habit — after all, he sleeps better knowing you’re well.

𝜗𝜚 nanami kento, who carries you like a princess. over puddles, from the couch to the bed, anywhere and anytime. he believes that princess treatment is essential to demonstrating his devotion to you.

𝜗𝜚 nanami kento, who rubs his thumb against your ring whenever he holds your hand. the smooth metal serves as a gentle reminder of your love. he’s not quite sure if you’ve ever noticed it.

𝜗𝜚 nanami kento, who keeps track of all your routines. from hair care to skin care, he has it all memorized. if not memorized, it’s undoubtedly stored away in a pocketbook solely for himself.

𝜗𝜚 nanami kento, who cleans the make-up off of your face when you fall asleep with it on. he does feel a little bad for interrupting your slumber, but with the way your neck is positioned on the couch and the way you haven’t washed your face yet, he’s sure that it’d be much better for you to wake up comfortably and feeling clean.

𝜗𝜚 nanami kento, who crafts you delicate bentos whenever he has the time. his cooking capabilities are beyond innate, and he makes sure to utilize them as much as possible. even if it means awakening before the sun is up to make you a meal.

𝜗𝜚 nanami kento, who decorates your house with small yet exceptional houseplants. a string of pearls resides on the shelf next to the window, and there’s a pot of budding aloe vera on the kitchen counter that he picked up a week ago. his green thumb is somewhat unexpected, but he loves to adorn the house with touches of color.

𝜗𝜚 nanami kento, who promises to find you in the next life and marry you again. he’s beyond eager to quit his career as a sorcerer and settle down with you, but he’s aware that it’ll take a bit of time. for now, he’ll kiss your fingers one by one and whisper his loyalty to your heart and soul, in every life.

[makelemonade]

texts with jjk men that are actually from Instagram reels - pt2

gojo, nanami, megumi, yuuji, suguru, sukuna, toji, inumaki

fem reader/afab + suggestive (sukuna, toji and suguru)

pt1

If you’d like to donate 💋💋- https://www.paypal.me/vexpolitan

[sugurusyndrome]

cw/tags: househusband!nanami, fluff, smut, fem!reader

— oh househusband!nanami my love…

househusband!nanami initially resisted the idea of being a stay at home husband when you first proposed it. aghast, he might even say. he couldn’t fathom the possibility of being dependent upon your income. not that his masculinity was threatened or anything of the sort. you were the one supposed to be spoiled while he does the hard work.

your husband was traditional in a quite endearing sense. bless his giant heart and his even bigger cock.

“darling, i want to do this. for us,” you had gently insisted. reaching forward, you took off his spectacles and brushed a hand around his cheek. “you deserve to be pampered, too.”

househusband!nanami was exhausted from the long hours over many years and he knew his wife was sorely aware of that fact. he leaned into your touch, hazel eyes slipping shut.

“alright, my love.”

it took some adjusting to his new role during the first few days. when your alarm rang, you swiftly silenced it so he wouldn’t wake up. looking over your shoulder, you find his side of the bed empty.

househusband!nanami had gotten dressed as usual before remembering he didn’t need to work anymore. instead of going back to bed, he whipped up a breakfast feast fit for a queen. he also sent you off to your big-shot job with a kiss and your lunch.

soon enough, this became a routine. a hearty breakfast followed by a “see you later” kiss—kento didn’t like saying goodbye, it’s always “see you later.” househusband!nanami wanted to bring a smile to your hectic days so he stuck an adorable note in his neat handwriting squarely on your lunchbox. he never ran out of words to express his love for you.

househusband!nanami was finally able to tackle the books that had accumulated on his side of the bedroom but never had the chance to read. you could only imagine how he looked like, all cozy. in the nook of the living room where the sun shone best, he had one leg tucked under his body with his glasses perched on his sharp nose.

when he was not devouring words, househusband!nanami was taking himself on a stroll in the neighbourhood with a cup of a pick-me-up coffee. once, he passed a park and sat at a bench watching the mothers playing with their children with a soft smile. however, he quickly walked away because he realized his presence as a sole man just lingering at the edge of the park might be a cause of concern for the mothers. you giggled later over dinner when he recounted his thoughts to you. what a thoughtful man you married.

you wanted to give him 10 children.

if not books or a stroll in the neighbourhood, househusband!nanami was doing his duty ever so happily between your legs.

"k-ken..." you whimpered, back arching gracefully while your nails scraped his undercut in a way that made him growl into your pussy. he knew how much you loved the vibrations as much as he went crazy for your nails on his scalp. "missed this pussy today....mmm...” he captured your clit in a wet, hungry kiss. “take tomorrow off for me, sweetheart.”

this part of the night quickly cemented its spot as his favourite. to absolutely neither of your surprises.

househusband!nanami became fast friends with the owners of your favourite bakery. they already knew him from his frequent visits after his long shifts to pick up something sweet for his wife but the more he hung out there, the closer he got with the bakers. you were particularly fond of the strawberry shortcake from there and what did he do? oh yes, he learned how to make it. everything was from scratch down to the syrup. by the end of it he was sticky but super excited to surprise you with it for your birthday.

"honey, those better be happy tears," he chuckled, drawing you into a tender hug. either that, or the cake turned out to be a disaster.

"of course they are, kento!" you blubbered in his chest. strawberry syrup and whipped cream was smeared around your mouth, mixing with your tears.

oh, how you adored this man to his bare bones. and he devotedly breathed in the very air you exhaled.

[diaryfilms]

He would have been such a great girl dad 🥹

[stargirlstabber]

imagine nanami fucking you in front of a mirror. face down ass up till he forces you to look at the mirror, his veiny hand gripping your hair tightly, his other hand wiping your smudged mascara which was running down your face. "eyes open. keep them on the mirror, baby. i want you to watch me take you apart."

[banananami]

“you’re so big!” (Texts with JJK men!)

A/N: I only did Gojo, Nanami, and Toji! LMK if you want any others! Also, feel free to request if you want :)

GOJO

NANAMI

TOJI

[mymeloreads]

sitting with my back against kento's chest with my legs spread nice n wide for him, as he's slapping my pussy over n over cause i was being mouthy with him while we were out 😵‍💫 and he's just cooing in my ear, asking why m getting so wet just from him slapping my cunt </3

[lovedandtouched]

you loved sitting on kento’s lap.

whether it’d be during him watching tv or reading a book, you’re always there—straddling on top of him.

and of course, kento loves it. he loves that he gets to be close to his wife. he loves how you guys share each other’s warmth. he loves how the gap between the two of you always close.

kento can’t escape from his work. even at home, he’s always working on something.

one time, he came home and went straight to work on something. you’ve noticed that he had been overworking himself and knowing your husband—he doesn’t like working overtime, he doesn’t like extra workloads, so you knew something was wrong.

you went into the kitchen to brew some coffee, carefully pouring some on a cup and you tiptoed your way to him.

“hi, ken...” you calmly called out, you knew that he can get a little fussy sometimes when he gets too overwhelmed with the amount of work he does.

but he never snaps at you.

“hey, sweetheart. what are you doing still up?”

“you know i can’t sleep without you by my side.” you pout, coming closer to him and setting the cup on top of his table.

“thank you, lovey. i’m almost done, just... a few more...” he sighed counting unfinished papers. looking back to you, he spreads his arms, inviting you to sit on his lap.

“it’s okay, ken... take your time, just don’t overwork yourself, ‘kay?” you mumbled on his chest. playing with the hem of his tie, you noticed that he didn’t even have the chance to change into his casual clothing.

he just hums. his left hand caressing your back with an up and down motion. the bump of his wristwatch doesn’t fail to go unnoticed.

you look up at him, your hands cupping his face as you press your lips onto his.

“i love you, kento.” you pull away, your head moving to snuggle on the crook of his neck.

“i love you more, sweetheart.” he said, kissing your hair and going back to work on his papers.

you’re his motivation, you’re what gets him going. he quickly goes over his work as if he just got energized.

of course, as soon as he finished. he carried you back to your shared bed, changed into something more comfortable and snuggled against you.

an: based from a recent ask, i’m having writer’s block and this is the only i could come up with, i’m sorry 😿

[koishiro]

𝐗 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 📍 mdni

— jjk men and their favorite x rated videos of you saved in their my eyes only… nsfw twitter [p⚝rn]

masterlist | jjk masterlist | anon masterlist

ɢᴏᴊᴏ

Gojo fucking his best friend’s sister…

Fucking your son’s best friend…

Giving Gojo his breakfast…

Gojo just wants your attention…

Gojo trying not to knock up his friend’s sister…

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Geto teaching you how to please him…

Geto sending your ex a preview…

Geto taming your bratty behaviour…

You decide to give your boyfriend Geto some motivation…

Seven minutes in heaven with your crush Geto…

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ

Fucking your professor Nanami so you don’t fail your class…

Being Nanami’s secretary has its perks…

Nanami fucking you nice and slow…

Your husband Nanami just wants to enjoy his dinner…

Nanami has better plans for movie night…

sᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ

Sukuna teaching his brat manners…

Sukuna showing you his new handcuffs…

Your boyfriend Sukuna fingering you in the mirror…

Sukuna sends you a reminder while you’re at work…

Sukuna can’t stop fucking his neighbour’s girlfriend…

ᴛᴏᴊɪ

Toji can’t stop breeding his little girl…

Toji fingering you in a store…

Professor Toji offers a way for you to make up your grades…

Toji taking his stress out on you…

Dilf! Toji fucking you in the ass so your boyfriend doesn’t notice…

ɪɴᴏ

Ino stopping you from squirming…

You interrupt your boyfriend Ino’s gaming session…

Ino cumming from fucking your panties…

Ino telling his step sis to pull up her skirt…

Taking your boyfriend Ino’s cock…