#nanami headcanons

[gaetou]

Tell me how am I supposed to look at this and not be obsessed with nanage ???? tell me how ?! hOW ?! 😭💕

[aquasoftware]

dom reader 🙂‍↕️

DON’T CALL ME SELFISH I AIN’T SHARING !!

CW | Smut/drabble (18 ↑) jealous séx, dōm! Reader, sūb! Kento, oblivious kento, petnames, shóóting blànks, rīdng, + overstīm.

WC | 0.6k ➜ ML

Kento Nanami, the same man who swore he’d never date a jealous woman because it’s “insanely childish,” ended up with you.

And now there he is–panting beneath you on the couch getting worn out.

This whole jealousy brewed at that party you both attended.

Women flirted with Kento all the time, but this was different because this lady in particular had clothes on so tight someone had mistaken it for paint.

The worst part is she clung onto his arm like a koala, giggling so loud as if she were a hyena at his jokes all while staring you dead in the eye.

Kento, the polite gentleman he is, only assumed she was being friendly—completely missing the way your jaw was locked and a vein threatened to burst in your neck.

The car ride home was silent. Your leg crossed over the other, fingers digging into your own thigh like it’d help you calm down. He glanced at you a few times but didn’t say a word.

Not until once you got into the house, immediately shoving him down onto the couch with enough force to knock the air out of his lungs.

Not wasting a single second your lips crushed against his, sloppy and furious, all tongue and teeth. His tie was yanked loose from his collar and flung somewhere across the living room. Pants and briefs shoved down with no mercy—your hand lazily stroking him while your eyes dared him to say something.

“Sweetheart—fuck, what’s this about?” he attempted to ask.

But your thighs were already caging his hips, your cunt sliding down onto him like he was just something to fill the ache between your legs.

He grunted, jaw falling open, as you started to ride him. Not slow, or sensual how you almost always did, just punishing.

“I don’t…” You paused moaning at the way his cock occupied your guts “Want other women touching you like that, you’re all mine.” you snapped, breathless—hips slamming into his pelvis like your pride was on the line.

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t even notice—hah...” he choked out, his voice breaking on a groan when you clenched around him.

“Sure you didn’t.” you sneered, leaning down just enough to kiss him again—biting his bottom lip hard enough to make him hiss.

When you pop your hips up and down at that ruthless speed until he’s shooting blanks? This man goes feral, he doesn’t know whether or not to beg for more.

Your tits bounced with each snap of your hips, and he couldn’t take his eyes off them. One hand flew to your waist, trying to steady you. The other latched onto your breast like it was his only crutch, thumb flicking over your nipple as he gasped, “Too much—s-slow down, wait—hah, don’t stop—”

You listened, only barely. The rhythm slowed, but you kept grinding down like you wanted him to feel your jealousy in his bones.

“Poor thing, you don’t even know what you want me to do.” you whispered gently nibbling his jaw.

His answer came in the form of a deep, broken moan. Hips jerking up against yours, neck thrown back, lips parted in a gasp. He came hard, eyes fluttering shut as he spilled his last drops into you with a choked groan, your name tangled in the sound.

But you didn’t move.

You stayed seated right there on his cock, heart pounding, hands braced on his chest.

Only when his fingers brushed over your thigh—soft and reverent—did you lean forward and rest your forehead against his.

His breathing was shallow, shaky. But he was smiling, and breathlessly chuckling as his length twitched helplessly inside you—entirely drained.

“I might just make you jealous again if this is what happens.”

Divider creds | fic-dumpster.

A/n | @jup1tersuccubus asked me to write jealous sex w nanami so I wrote this.

[moodmagicgirl]

Nanami Kento's partner's POV 💍

[abitsourthenspicy]

your sugar daddy

sugar daddy!nanami who treats you more like his partner rather than a sugar baby. emotional intimacy is more important to him more than the typical sexual expectations that come with these sugar relationships.

sugar daddy!nanami gives you more than the initially agreed allowance. he can't help it- he wants to spoil you rotten.

sugar daddy!nanami always takes you to parties, dinners, events as his plus one. everyone thinks you are in a real relationship with him. can you blame them? the way he looks at you, touches you, treats you- it's more genuine and persuasive than anything you have ever experienced.

sugar daddy!nanami is a giver more than a taker. he loves spoiling you- impromptu vacations to the places on your bucket list, buying you the things you have been eyeing, paying your debts, feeding you the tastiest, highest quality food.

sugar daddy!nanami thinks that what's the point of having money if he can't spend it on you?

sugar daddy!nanami gets you only the best of the best. his gifts are always well-thought- tad bit expensive, but always tailored to your tastes.

little did you know, sugar daddy!nanami mentally noted everything you called "cute", "pretty" and the things your eyes lingered on more than usual.

but!! being with sugar daddy!nanami isn't only about the luxuries. he is emotionally mature, a great listener, gives solid advice, holds you when you cry, kisses you like no one else can and his cuddles? top tier. he is what you'd been missing from life- the comfort you didn't realize you needed.

sugar daddy!nanami loves spending time and being close to you. his favourite way of winding down after a long, tiring day is laying on the bed/couch with you, listening to you talk- or just your heartbeats.

as much as sugar daddy!nanami loves spoiling you and hates seeing you spend your own money, he treasures the gifts you give him even more. no matter how small, big, expensive or cheap they are, he keeps everything. he has a drawer full of the little trinkets you've given him.

sugar daddy!nanami thinks- no, he knows- this is more than just a sugar relationship.

reqs are open <3 (check out my other stuff too pls)

[onehundredelevven]

Because I love Nanami so much

☆Nanami's composed demeanor cracks slightly when he's around someone he deeply trusts and desires. You'd catch fleeting moments where his eyes linger a bit too long or his fingers brush against yours with purpose.

☆He has a habit of rolling up his sleeves when he's focused, knowing it distracts you. You'll notice a subtle smirk if you get caught staring too long.

☆Despite his workaholic tendencies, Nanami ensures to dedicate time to you-whether it's preparing a candlelit dinner or softly pinning you against the counter afterward, murmuring how much he's missed your presence.

☆Nanami is slow and intentional with his touch. He thrives on the build-up, watching every shiver and gasp you make as he lets his hands explore like he's memorizing a map.

☆He's a big enthusiast when it comes to giving. There's nothing that satisfies him more than watching you melt under his attention, fully giving in to him.

☆Nanami's voice drops an octave when he's feeling particularly frisky. The way he whispers your name or lets out a deep sigh right by your ear could send chills down your spine.

☆Nanami is calculated yet passionate. He ensures that every thrust, every press of his body, and every rough yet passionate kiss is deliberate- aimed to leave you trembling and satisfied.

☆He has a surprisingly possessive side. Hearing you moan his name or cling to him as he moves sends him over the edge, making him hold you tighter and move with more urgency.

☆Nanami loves the afterglow just as much as the act itself. Wrapping his arms around you, whispering sweet nothings, and tracing patterns on your skin while he basks in the warmth of your connection.

[aztecbrujeria]

TW: Healthy sex as we age, sex with disabilities, sex with changing physiology/biology.

I wanna talk about men who age with you in your lives…things change, the ability to physiologically get it up or cum getting more difficult, but the older men…these olllder men who use fucking toys and get off to you getting off…you may not be in your 20’s heck your in your mid thirties and he’s in his mid fifties…man can fuck you so good you’re seeing the fucking cosmos. Just with toys, fingers, and mouth. The way he uses his half chub as a grinding toy just to watch you fuckin gush.

The way he looks at you the way he encourages you…the way he worships your fuckin body…he doesn’t care about the stretch marks, the cellulite, the weight gain or weight loss, all he cares about is you.

He normalizes aging and healthy sex when the mood arises and if he can’t get it up or cum he just enjoys being involved in your pleasure so much.

This also applies to those with disabilities or earned scars that society thinks; oh no they can’t live their sexual lives anymore!!!!

Sukuna, Toji, Aizawa, Sylus, Caleb, Zayne, Zhongli, Nuevillette, Yaga, Shiu, Nanami, Capitano, Pierro, Touya, itto, Bokuto, Dante, alucard

[salsakiyoomi]

nanami is the kind of man you dreamt of.

the man you always had in mind since you were a child — a knight in shining armor and riding a white horse, ready to swoop you off your feet.

you might even say that he is the epitome of a gentleman — the kind of man that brings you flowers on all of your dates and lets you lean on him when your feet get too tired. the kind of man that always pays the bill and always has marriage in mind as a future plan to his relationship with his partner.

needless to say, he was far too perfect for you to imagine to ever be in his league.

and that’s exactly why you’re here at this work party, standing awkwardly in the corner with a whiskey glass in hand, watching nanami effortlessly talk with his colleagues, a champagne glass in his hand and you feel your heart flutter — god, just watching him makes you feel…things.

you sigh — this work party is so boring, you’d literally rather be at home right now, watching your show and cuddling your cat, but alas, your presence here was mandatory.

you take a sip of your drink, eyes drifting all over before they land back on nanami, only to realize that he’s staring right back at you.

your heart stops and you nearly choke on your drink, quickly attempting to compose yourself…aka smiling and waving at him awkwardly.

he smiles and waves back — and then he’s approaching you.

oh, fuck, he’s approaching you. why is he approaching you.

your eyes widen and you gulp, quickly averting your gaze away from him — maybe he’s not approaching you, maybe he’s just walking in your direction, you sure hope he isn’t approaching you. or actually, you’d hope he’s coming over to talk with you about something, i mean, that would be a dream, but god you’re so unprepared, like, does your hair look good? is your lipstick smudged? has your mascara melted? — 

“hey.” your thoughts are quickly cut off by his deep, smooth voice and you yelp, turning to face him.

“hi!” you gasp. oh wow, way to go y/n.

“sorry,” he chuckles, “didn’t mean to scare you there.”

“no, it’s okay.” you quickly tell him, smiling and trying to ignore your heart hammering against your ribcage.

he hums in response, smiling at you and god, with the way he’s looking at you? you could just melt under his gaze.

“you enjoying yourself?” he asks and you laugh. loud and nervous.

“uhm, yeah. sort of?” god, you’re a nervous wreck, “i mean, parties aren’t really my thing so…”

“yeah, same.” nanami says, “it’s so boring too.”

“yeah!” you exclaim, “god, i don’t like corporate parties, i mean seriously, it’s no fun being surrounded by people with sticks up their —” you cut yourself off, eyes wide and your hand over your mouth.

nanami laughs, soft and heartfelt and you blush, looking away, “sorry,” you mutter, “didn’t mean to.”

“no, it’s okay,” nanami assures you, “i share the same sentiment.”

you giggle, a stupid grin on your face and you try to calm yourself down by taking a sip from your drink.

“well, uh..” nanami begins, “since we both hate being here, why don’t we go somewhere more…interesting?”

you nearly choke on your drink, again.

“w-what?” you utter out, unsure whether your ears are deceiving you or not, and nanami simply smiles.

he leans closer to you, his lips brushing against your ear, “you know what i mean.” he says lowly and you nearly faint.

you clear your throat, attempting to compose yourself as he leans back, a knowing smile on his face as he extends his arm out for you invitingly.

you smile at him, “i…well, i’d love to.” you say before hooking your arm through his. nanami smiles, chuckling as he guides you through the crowds of people.

and this? Well, this feels like a dream come true.

maybe coming to this party wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

[jujutsukaisenwriting]

JJK Boys React to You Saying “Love You” First 💋

Gojo Satoru:

B L U S H

“Ughhhhh EXCUSE ME??”

“Must’ve been my imagination y’know, it’s been running wild these days”

Wait, you serious? Like, for real?

LIKE FOR REAL?!

Congrats, you are officially inseparable from the clingiest (and the happiest) man the world ever knew

Nanami Kento:

Chokes on his water

Adjusts his glasses and gives you a long hard look

Takes your hand and drags you…somewhere?

“Since I didn’t have the courage to say it first, at least I’ll prove just how much I love you back”

Sukuna:

“Is that all or will you actually tell me something new?”

Grins victoriously because duh you love him

(just like everyone else)

“What? Say it back? Please. What am I, a pathetic love fool?”

Toji Fushiguro:

“Speak louder ma, can’t hear ya”

“You what?”

Grins, then grabs you and tosses you over the shoulder

“Oh look at you all blushing and shit. Now there is no going back, ma”

Secretly thinks about proposing in the next couple of months

Choso Kamo:

At first doesn’t understand you

Poor guy has never been told he is loved so obviously there is some frustration going on

Thinks frantically of what to say back

Also thinks if he is really worth such words

On the interior: crying of happiness

On the exterior: kisses you wildly

[fumiliar]

kento nanami would unconsciously close jars a little bit too tight due to his fear of spoiled food, causing you to need his help every time you wanted to access a jar he had used in the past. yet, he never realised how tight these jars were and the level of difficulty in opening it.

slowly, he started to realise a pattern. every single jar you'd ask for help to open, it would be a jar he had used recently. the jam he used to eat along with his bread daily, the jar of mayonnaise, every single other jar he had opened, you asked for assistance.

realising this pattern, he started loosening the jars by just a little bit every time he closes it. and you just stopped asking for help, that's when his suspicions were confirmed. you were struggling because of him...

a little voice in him tells him to tighten a jar once in while, to see you asking him for help as he desperately missed. but he just can't bring himself to consciously continue this behaviour, his love for you stepping over any personal need of his, knowing that in the end, a simple pleasure towards him could cause a debilitating stress towards you, he couldn't bear that thought.

[v1x3n]

[daydreamvalley]

Nanami owning a “husband of the year” mug is all that’s been eating away at my brain.

part 1 of the fic

[kashverse]

nanami refuses to let you sleep alone after an argument.

he'll sleep on the bedroom floor, hell even in the bathtub if he has to, but he refuses to leave you alone with your own thoughts. he understands you may not want to talk about the situation just yet, but he's right here whenever you're ready, even if it's at two am. he loves you too much to see you this distraught or to loose you to an argument that can easily be talked out.

[abitsourthenspicy]

your older boyfriend

older bf!nanami (in his 30s) x reader (in their 20s)

older bf!nanami who is the most mature and secure partner you've ever had. (does this even need explaining?)

older bf!nanami listens to ramblings- your hyperfixations, your thoughts, the newest gossips about that girl from your workplace. you thought he'd get tired of hearing you talk, but he reassures you that your voice is his favourite sound.

another thing about older bf!nanami is he reassures you. a lot. he never leaves even a hint of doubt in your mind. you think you are out of shape? he thinks you are gorgeous. you overthink about your age gap? "age is just a number- and we're both adults," he reminds you. you think he deserves better? he finds it insulting. who could be possibly better than you?

older bf!nanami loves spoiling you, his dear partner. he pampers you, never makes you feel left out, never breaks his promises. he is the epitome of the perfect man.

older bf!nanami meticulously plans your dates- from the lavish restaurant dinners to simple amusement park trips and/or home cinema nights.

older bf!nanami pays for you. he loves treating you to a nice dinner, surprising you with a new shiny necklace and/or buying you the books you had in your 'must reads' list.

older bf!nanami doesn't just pay for the dates- he also pays for your expenses much to your dismay. you remind him that you earn money too, but he insists.

older bf!nanami gave you his credit card. you were hesitant about using it, and when you tried to return it or pulled out your own credit card in front of him, you could catch a tiny glimpse of a pout. you wouldn't want to break his heart now, would you?

older bf!nanami has almost all your belongings in his penthouse. most of your clothes are in his closet. your toothbrush sits nicely beside his in the bathroom. sometimes you brought your plushies and left them either on his bed or on the couch. even your books are neatly arranged in his home library. all that's left is for you to formally move in with him.

older bf!nanami is so in love with you- it makes his heart ache.

reqs are open <3 (check out my other stuff too pls)

[tojis-girl]

husband!kento who goes to the local pub on the weekends, right after work, with his friends. he sips drinks after drinks, getting so drunk he can barely function.

husband!kento who makes sure to get back home at exactly 11:00 every time he goes out but one time he didnt.

husband!kento who got lost when trying to find a taxi to take him home, ending up wandering down some street absolutely pissed.

husband!kento who rings you after a few minutes of mindlessly walking, you pick up in a worried tone.

husband!kento who tells you that he just wants to go home to his wife but he doesnt know where shes went! he also tells you help him find her! silly guy!

husband!kento who then finally gets picked up by you, while you ramble at him saying hes a mess - hes staring at you lovingly. mumbling and sighing about how much he loves you.

husband!kento who passes out soon after but will 100% dream about you!

"love you so mush, my girll - always.."

[odorefal]

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ 𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗂 hated himself every time he ended up arguing with you.

hell, even if it’s unintentional, he couldn’t bear to see you isolate yourself instead of communicating, knowing it was when you just want to be alone. but the awful thoughts in your head (like he had another woman) making him wish he could take them all out of your mind.

even though you told him to go away, and used his full name, nanami wouldn’t stop. he’d hold you and reassured you with kind, soothing words.

and if you did, he’d just hold onto you and speak soothingly to calm you down. he brought you to the bed and made sure you both got cozy. he leaned against the headboard while you were in his lap.

he’d wipe away the tears on your face and the ones gathering in your eyes. his other hand would softly brush your cheek, as he apologized for the hurtful words he didn’t intend.

he’d take your knuckle and kiss the marriage ring on your index finger. your heart fluttered, even though you couldn't stand him. kissing every spot on it, he would later rest your hand on his chest so you can feel his heartbeat, making sure you know he’s yours; all while looking at you with affection as his hand gently caressed your hair.

if he successfully comforts you, he won’t let you go, not even to use the bathroom. he’s refuse to sleep by himself, worried you might escape. he’d sleep on the couch, the bathtub, or even the cabinet, but for you? don’t expect too much.

and when you wake up tomorrow, you would notice a breakfast is already prepared beside the coffee table, with a little note “i’m sorry for yesterday’s occurrence, my love. i've to go to work, but i already kissed your forehead beforehand.”

you found yourself smiling widely at the sight.

[cuntyji]

the first video nanami ever posted was filmed on a shaky phone propped up against a bag of flour.

he was making bread—simple, easy, the kind of thing he found comfort in after long days at work. his hands moved methodically, kneading the dough with a quiet precision, and though he spoke very little, the video was oddly calming.

he hadn't expected much from it. maybe a few views, maybe a couple of people who’d appreciate the lack of unnecessary chatter. but the comments were overwhelmingly positive, people asking about his technique, his recipe, his voice—deep, smooth, effortlessly steady. so he made another video. then another.

it was the late-night upload of him singing "baby one more time" by the marías that changed everything.

filmed on an old macbook with a grainy webcam, the lighting barely enough to make out his face, the video had been an impulse decision—one he almost deleted. it was just him, sitting on his couch, his voice low and hushed, the way he usually sang to lull yuuji to sleep. but the internet clung to it like ivy, twisting and reaching until the video had over a million views by the end of the week.

"who is he." "why is this the most intimate thing i've ever heard in my life." "he looks exhausted and sounds like a dream, i'm in love."

he thought it would pass. but it didn't.

his subscribers doubled overnight. the demand for more was loud, insistent. nanami, being nanami, didn’t rush to meet it. instead, he structured it into his routine: one video a week, a mix of baking and singing—because baking was reliable, and singing had never been something he shared outside of yuuji’s bedtime.

his channel evolved. the baking videos became polished, edited with subtle precision. he switched to voiceovers, explaining each step in that same low, deliberate tone that made people feel like he was speaking just to them. and when he sang, it was always songs that carried a quiet sort of nostalgia.

"he only sings songs he sings to his kid to sleep i’m crying." "his lullabies are better than half the music industry." "i don’t know his name, his age, or his face properly, but i know his banana bread recipe by heart."

nanami never explicitly talked about being a single dad, but it was impossible to miss. yuuji’s voice sometimes made cameos in the background, muffled questions about homework, laughter when nanami burnt the edges of a cake. he didn’t hide it, didn’t play it up. it was just a part of his life, and his audience adored him for it.

his faq video—one of the few times he ever directly addressed personal questions—answered almost nothing.

"are you married?" "no." "how old are you?" "old enough." "what's your name?" "nanami."

the mystery only made people more obsessed.

"i know nothing about him but i’d die for him." "his hands. his voice. his existence." "the fact that he bakes and sings for his kid and still won’t tell us his age is crazy."

he now posted twice a week. one video was always baking, the other was whatever he wanted—sometimes music, sometimes a quiet q&a, sometimes just a video of him making tea while rain hit the windows.

people knew everything and nothing about him at the same time. they knew the exact ratio of brown sugar he preferred in cookies but not what city he lived in. they knew he tucked yuuji in every night with a song but had never seen his full face in a single frame. they knew the precise cadence of his voice when he said “and that’s how you make the perfect loaf” but had never heard him say “i love you”—and yet, somehow, they felt like they had.

the internet had fallen in love with him. and nanami, quietly, without even trying, had changed his life with nothing but flour-dusted hands and the sound of his own voice.