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delirious-donna · 1 year ago

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His Hands [Nanami Kento]

an: it's been a hot minute since I wrote for him, but with the latest developments and the insane amount of Kento content on my dash, I couldn't help myself. This is a love letter to his hands...

pairing: Nanami Kento x female reader

warnings: hair pulling, manhandling, light choking, mark marking, daddy kink, dirty talk, mating press, doggy (all implied), some comfort and fluff because he deserves it

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Nanami Kento is not a white knight.

He is not a righteous man, nor is he morally virtuous. Nanami makes no qualms about expressing what matters most to him – his time, his students and most importantly, you. If that means he has to stray into the murky grey areas of ethics then so be it. If that means there is collateral damage in ensuring the safety of his precious priorities, it matters not. However, Nanami Kento is a good man.

Fatigue has been his constant companion these past few weeks. His eyes are weary and less focused than usual, his jaw tight with seemingly endless worry and his hair tousled as if he had run fingers through it time and again. You didn’t know the exact cause of his current demeanour, all you did know was that it was your job to relieve it, at least temporarily.

Hazel eyes met yours. A tight smile faint on his lips whilst you moved from being tucked into his side to straddling his lap. Kento’s head fell back against the couch, his gaze bouncing between your eyes, simply content to observe whatever it was you were up to. Your fingers delicately wrapped around his wrist, brushing against the heavy weight of his timepiece and lifting it to your chest. His hands were rough, callouses built up along the edges of his fingertips and palm through extended training and workouts that would see him dripping in sweat.

“Y’know… I’ve always loved these hands.” An exploratory finger ran over his knuckles, the skin shiny and new from where they had not long been split open. It wasn’t an exaggeration–you did love his hands and what they could do.

An amused huff was his reply, fingers flexing in and out of a loose fist whilst you continued your journey over the wide expanse that was his hand—traversing the depths of his life line only to circle down and stroke over the pad of his thumb. How many times had you helped to patch him up after being injured in the line of duty? Too many. Bloody rags filled the bathroom sink and the smell of antiseptic stung your nose, but you’d rather do it yourself than let him tend to himself. There was no point in telling him you worried, he knew that, instead you filled the silence with the mundane moments of your day to distract him from the stark contrast of his horror-filled one.

“They’re strong and they keep me safe,” you muse almost to yourself. Unbeknownst to you, Kento’s eyebrows lift. His eyes sharpen, throwing off the dregs of tiredness to watch more fixedly at you touching him with a reverence he didn’t believe he deserved. Would you still love them if you knew what he had done with them? Of the violence they had been a part of, the injuries and deaths he had inflicted with them. As if you didn’t already know…

“Sweetheart–” The argument he had readied fell away when you lifted his hand higher, towards your throat. His thick fingers could feel the steady beat of your pulse, no jump in fear of danger, only complete trust. He swallowed; the bob of his Adam’s apple near painful.

Your breathing sped up, knees shuffling forward to bracket his lean hips and pressing your delicate skin further into his careful grasp. Memories rose to the surface of your mind like stones skimming across a peaceful lake, rippling outward until the phantom sensations of days gone by washed over you.

The searing burn of Kento’s large palm swatting at your soft ass; whether in encouragement when your thighs tired of riding him to completion or in admonishment for some very deliberate attempts at stealing away his attention in the midst of his paperwork.

The gentle grip of your ankles when he folded your thighs flush against your chest to be able to plunge deeper into your sopping cunt. His tender hold was the perfect counterbalance to how savagely he was splitting you open. Lazy circles of his thumbs against your delicate ankle bones all whilst you ringed his cock with thick cream and his pelvis smacked wetly against you.

The prickle of your scalp at the sudden yank at the roots of your hair. That deliciously big, thick hand that you adored wrapping your hair so tightly into a makeshift ponytail that you had no choice but to rear back. Warm breath fanning your cheek and neck, the deep rasp of Kento’s words caressing your ear despite how depraved his words were. “Fuck… that’s it, baby… Taking Daddy’s cock like a champ… Let me see that arch… Look at this pretty pussy sucking me back in…”

Nanami had a way of handling you exactly as you needed at any given moment. He wasn’t afraid you’d break like some fragile doll, knowing that you more than enjoyed his manhandling. He could sense how turned on it made you when he would scoop you up like you weighed nothing. Taking your weight into his arms when he fucked you against the hallway wall in those moments he simply couldn’t wait to reach the bedroom. You were his pliant little cocksleeve. His perfect pussy.

With the rough came the smooth. How tenderly his fingers would coast down the length of your spine in the warmth of the morning, stopping to admire the curve of your waist, the flare of your hips and the ripple of your backside when he squeezed it lightly.

The soft touches against the bruises he had left the night before on your waist and hips. Each one a mark of his possession that he would never fail to become aroused by. The marks of his fingertips, the indent of his teeth on the swell of your sensitive inner thigh. If he were an animal he would scent mark you like the dog he sometimes felt like, rub himself all over you until you were bathed in his musk.

Interlocked fingers and tickles on the palm of your hands. The reassurance that you were by his side when you strolled the sidewalk together, Kento always nearest the traffic and the ability to tug you close with the flick of his wrist.

“I don’t care what these hands might have done to those that deserved whatever fate they befell. All I know is that I love them, and there isn’t anyone I would trust more to hold my heart.”

He nodded, and you knew that would be the best you would get in the form of agreement to your words. The coiled muscles in his forearm tightened, tendons contracting and his fingers squeezing a fraction tighter atop your carotid arteries. You hummed in contentment, eyelids growing heavy and his hand slipped free of your loose hold to rest over your heart whilst the other pressed between your shoulder blades to bring you to his lips.

So, no, Nanami isn’t a white knight but he is the best man you’ve ever been fortunate enough to meet. You would help him face whatever demons were lurking nearby, and with your support and unconditional love, maybe–just maybe–he’d make it back to you in one piece.

Heaven knows he deserved some time off.

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tsukimefuku · 7 months ago

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wardrobe malfunction ❖ nanami kento

summary: your cursed technique isn't exactly clothing-friendly, and when you find yourself in a less than ideal situation, you only had one person you could ask for help.

tags: jujutsu kaisen, f!reader, light nanami x reader, cursing, kind of suggestive but not exactly (?), second hand embarrassment is real, this is just pure crack to be honest, is reader lucky or unlucky? i fret, for i do not know, this is barely proofread because i wrote this absolute nonsense on a complete whim, i hope you have as much fun reading this as i did writing it.

wc: 1k

❖ collection of stories: "jujutsu partners au" → masterlist for fics listed in chronological order of events

You had just finished blowing up a grade 2 curse that lunged at you full-speed. Your chest heaved up and down with tiny droplets of sweat coming down, as you panted inside the abandoned apartment complex. For a while, the adrenaline pumping through your veins made it hard to assess your state, but then, as you began decelerating and looked at your body, you realized something.

“Oh, no. Not again.”

Considering your innate cursed technique involved casting small bombs of cursed energy, they could blow up through many things, and when you didn’t manage to distance yourself from them before the impact… Well, safe to say that some things were bound to happen.

You pulled your phone ready to call… someone. Anyone, really. But the ancient piece of technology that you failed to replace in these past few weeks wouldn’t let you access your contacts list, providing you solely with your three last dialed numbers — Gojo, Yaga and Nanami.

Your fucking phone. Your damn, fucking phone.

Just thinking about this had you beyond mortified, but it was either this, or never leaving the building again. So you took a deep breath before pressing dial.

***

Nanami found Shoko to take care of some minor injuries on his arm, and as she was finished, his phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket, and saw your name flashing on the screen.

As he answered, you stuttered for a moment before mustering up the courage to speak.

“So, Nanami, I need, uh, some assistance.”

He found that to be odd, considering you knew he was on another mission today, and this was a solo endeavor for you.

“Has something happened?”

“So, you know how my technique works, right?”

That question had the sorcerer feeling somewhat puzzled, given he had seen you use it — and explain it — multiple times already.

“Of course, we've been on missions together, and you have explained it to me more than once.”

You sighed before proceeding. “So, here's the thing, I kind of blew myself up.”

That quickly got his attention and he tensed up. Shoko had just finished removing her gloves and noticed it.

“Are you injured?” His usually impassive voice had a hint of worry to it.

“No, no. I'm fine. Sometimes this kind of happens, and I'm pretty used to blocking the impact and using RCT if needed.”

Is it her? Is she okay? She better be, I need her tomorrow, Shoko whispered at Nanami as she walked around and sat on a bench in front of him.

He didn’t notice what she asked, as he was humming confusedly, given you still hadn’t clarified why you called.

Your voice kind of cracked up for a moment, as you violently blushed on the other side. At least, the phone is an imageless form of communication.

“So, I’m okay. But my clothes, they, uh… I blew them up.”

He slowly began taking in what exactly you were saying.

“That's it, that’s what happened. I… I need clothes, please. Can you bring me some, just so I can get out of here without getting arrested for public indecency?”

Nanami kept silent for some time, and felt a slight rush of heat run over his cheeks.

“Nanami?”

He coughed slightly, tensing his posture as he did.

“Yes, of course. But wouldn't you rather someone else to do that for you, like Ms. Nitta, or one of the female students?”

That caught Shoko’s attention, and she discreetly looked at the sorcerer while he was still on the phone with you.

You nearly gagged.

“No! No way. I… I'm mortified as is.”

Somebody please fucking kill me.

“I can't talk about this with anyone else. It's too damn embarrassing,” you stated, letting your mind go to random facts in order to try lifting the mood. “I now understand why that student from Kyoto keeps taking his shirt off to fight, but that's beside the point.”

You were met at the wake of your failed joke.

“I-I mean… Just bring me something, please.”

Nanami cleared his throat as he pulled on his tie and opened his shirt’s top button.

“Fine. Send me your location.”

You sighed, relieved.

“Great, you're the best, thank you!”

He switched his phone off and grounded himself for a moment.

“Is she alright?”

“Yes, she is,” he answered, some words choking on their way up for a second. “Ms. Ieiri, do you happen to have any clothes around here?”

“What? Why would you need that?”

He couldn’t muster up anything remotely feasible to say, and given that embarrassment is an infectious condition, it began creeping up on him, too.

Nanami resumed speaking. “… I'm sorry to bother you. I just remembered I can get an assistant's uniform.”

He then walked towards the door to leave.

“Nanami…” Shoko began.

“Hm?” He asked, as turning around.

“… Are you blushing?”

“... Good afternoon,” he answered, before stepping out a little quicker than usual.

***

Nanami had just arrived, and you let him know you were upstairs. As he asked how you wanted to receive the clothes, you were insistent that he threw the bag over the steps, and being a reasonable and rational person, the sorcerer obviously declined to do that.

“Just throw the thing already!” you yelled from the top of the stairs, away from his sight.

“I’m not uncivilized,” he replied, sighing. “I’m going to put them down here, and wait for you outside.”

Nanami was considerably less mortified than you would expect, but it was him, Mr. mature, after all. Also, this wasn’t the first embarrassing situation of yours that he had witnessed.

You were prone to setting yourself up for absurd shenanigans, it seemed.

As you heard him leave and close the door, you stepped your way down and flimsily put the black pants and white buttoned shirt, which didn’t match at all with the hiking boots you usually wore on missions.

You went outside, and were met by him, his usual impassiveness slightly disturbed by something you couldn’t quite yet identify.

“Thank you, Nanami,” you stated, sighing relieved.

“It’s no trouble,” he answered, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

You were both uncomfortably silent for a while.

“These kinds of unexpected things happ-”

“We will never talk about this again as long as I live, please, I can’t cope” you pleaded, voice simmering with desperation for this awkward moment to be over, “just, please.”

He cleared his throat, mindlessly adjusting his tie around his neck. It strangely felt more tight than usual.

“Of course. I apologize.”

“No need. It’s fine. Let’s just go back to Jujutsu High and pretend this never happened.”

“I do not know what you’re talking about,” he said, sparing you a quick glance.

You smiled, amused and thankful.

“Right. Precisely.”

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bakugohoex · 3 years ago

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“this would help me more”

pairing: kento nanami x female reader

cw: best friends to lovers, blood, needles, medical use of alcohol, fluff, nsfw (MINORS DNI! kissing, unprotected sex, consensual sex, clit play, tit play, jaw grabbing, creampie, mirror sex, public sex, bathroom sex, exhibitionism, neck kisses, groping)

word count: 2500+

summary: in which nanami gets injured in a mission and you come to find him in a public bathroom, the only way to help your best friend however is with that pretty body of yours

other information: all around the world collab by @welcometotheclubhoe

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Nanami’s gaze fell to the blood that leaked against his blue shirt, his back against the wall as he groaned in pain. He didn’t know why he’d called you of all people, he knew all it would do was worry you and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

It was even worse when he realised that he should’ve just made the journey back to Jujutsu tech, it would have benefited him more. You weren’t even a doctor, he didn’t expect you to stitch him up or anything, you guess he could say he just wanted your company. He had known you since you were in Jujutsu tech in the same year you found yourself being an irritable source of disdain with Gojo but even then he still loved you and even more so loved fighting alongside you.

He pressed the tissues against the opening, seeing more blood pour onto his shirt, the bathroom was empty, but anybody could walk in a matter of seconds, and he would have hated it if someone called an ambulance and wasted their time.

“Nanami,” you sang out his name as he watched you flow effortlessly into the bathroom, he looked at the mirror to his side as he noticed your figure to his other side. “Fuck that looks deep, take it off then,” he watched you place what looked like an emergency medical kit you’d probably taken from Jujutsu Tech. He didn’t care as he leaned against the wash basin.

He began to slowly unbutton his shirt as you put your hair up out of your face, “you took your time?”

“Gojo kept making me run errands for him when I had to go help the second years,” he watched as you brought out some gloves putting them on your hands.

“You could always say no,” he muttered as he discarded his shirt to the side, blood seeping into the sink as you switched the tap on to wash some of the blood away.

You chuckled softly, “he’s got a pretty face, how could I say no?” Nanami’s face became disgruntled before turning to his normal self, “I brought your favourite shirt.”

He noticed the other blue shirt he owned in your bag, all neatly folded to allow for creases to be minimal. “I can see, you know what you’re doing?” he asked as he watched you bring out the alcohol to douse the cut in.

“Well if you’d call Shoko she’d have patched you up a lot better than I would,” you mumbled as Nanami didn’t question it. He watched you bend down, it was an erotic position as he turned his face to the side watching you easily balance, one hand on his thigh as the other dabbed the alcohol along the cut. “How did this even happen?”

“A curse, it had more cursed energy then Yuji does now, it transforms souls,” he mumbled the last part as he felt a sting of pain against his abdomen.

You hummed as you knew how curses were, “it’s after 6 I’m surprised you didn’t just go home and sort this out yourself.”

“You keep talking as if you’d rather be anywhere but here,” he asks as he watches you put the thread through the needle, you’d done this plenty of times but still as you had gotten back up, being just below his height he still felt a tingle at the close proximity.

“Don’t scream,” you muttered out, “I don’t, I’d rather be the one to see you like this than anybody else.”

You probably hadn’t realised your words, but Nanami felt comforted by your words, “well if you sort me out I’ll take you out for some food how about that?”

“You had me take me out,” you chuckled as you inserted the needle into the top of the cut, Nanami’s hand going to your shoulder. “You want to bite your belt or something,” it was probably the worst place to be sorting out the cut, but you wanted the blood to stop, and it wasn’t a major cut so he could get it redone once he was less tired.

“I’m not biting a…” before he could watch, your hands had moved to unbuckle his belt, you always did stuff without thinking and this topped it. Nanami let out a sharp breath, as he felt his chest go heavier, knuckles going white as he clinged to the edge.

He watched you continue to pull at the belt letting his trousers stay firm against his waist but less restricting to his cock. You wrapped the belt around your hand before pushing it into his mouth, “now stay still.”

You bent back down as you began to thread through the cut, seeing him move occasionally but ultimately working through it. He looked down at your work as he spat the belt out from his mouth, holding it as his teeth had left marks and spit. “Don’t do that again,” he muttered but you ignored him as you grabbed the gauze and bandage.

You placed the gauze against the cut as he watched at your delicacy as your fingers skimmed against his toned body. Unwrapping the bandages as you wrapped it around his body making sure it was secure against him, “was I good?”

You looked up as you got rid of your gloves and placed the shirt in his hands, you always loved hearing praise especially from a man who rarely gave it to you. Nanami felt discomforted by the look you gave him, it was a look he’d often gotten hard off of and seeing you do it, he felt his cock brush against his boxers and push to indent his trousers.

He tried to hide it with the shirt as you tilted your head in confusion, “Nanami…Kento,” he felt himself turn even harder.

“Please…please don’t call me that,” he tried to keep an appropriate composition but instead watched as you smirked.

“Call you what?...Kento,” you moved closer as your fingers brushed against his shirt. “What’s the problem?”

“Y/n you know what you’re doing?”

You tilted your head as you stared at the blonde. Gojo had often teased you of your crush on your best friend but seeing how flustered he’d gotten you couldn’t help but be the one teasing, “I don’t think I do Kento.”

You moved closer to his body as your hands went to place themselves on his toned abs, he turned to the side as he looked down at you. “Don’t mess with me Y/n,” he spoke sternly as his back pressed further against the sink.

“I don’t know what you’re on about, I just want my best…” you moved closer, mouth skimming his ear, “…best friend to be okay.”

He watched you move away from him, almost stumbling as he caught you hearing a whoops escape your lips. The real issue was the letting go of his shirt, the evident hard on he had as your fingers grazed against it. “Looks like you have a problem Kento,” you snickered as his arms kept a hold of you.

“Shouldn’t you offer to help…as my best best friend,” he mocked, raising an eyebrow.

You felt yourself get hotter as now you felt undermined, “we should leave.”

“Why you getting so flustered Y/n, you wanted this,” he muttered as his hands stayed on your arms. “Admit it, I’ve heard the teasing, tell me what you want to say.”

“I…I…” you don’t know why you felt breathless as he gripped you closer, his cock brushing against you. “…I like you.”

“Say it louder princess,” he whispers into your ear as you watch him turn you around, making you lean against the sink.

“I love you Kento,” you turned away, you knew public bathrooms weren’t the safest of places to be, but with it being late you felt yourself wanting to take more risks.

“You're lucky,” you raised an eyebrow as you felt his knee move between your legs, spreading them as you gulped, “I love you too Y/n.”

His hands moved to your face, cupping your cheeks as you moved to capture his lips, your hands on his broad chest making sure to not touch his injury. You were fearful someone would walk in so easily but as you felt his tongue glide into your mouth you knew that he had forgotten all about the risk.

You took a sharp breath as soon as his lips removed from you, it seemed he didn’t need it as his mouth went to your neck leaving soft sucking sounds against your bone. “So pretty,” he muttered slowly as you took another heavy breath.

“I don…don’t want you to get hurt,” you whispered conscious of the impact sex might have on his injury.

“Pretty girl…” he paused, removing his lips from your neck, “this would help me more.” He looked down as he moved your hand to his bulge, “all for you.”

You took a gulp as you nodded at him, “I want to help you…I want to be yours.”

“Don’t worry, you already are,” he unbuttoned your blouse as he stripped it from your skin, hand unbuckling your bra as he watched your tits fall in front of his eyes. Licking his lips as his hands groped at the fat before he watched your fingers nimbly pull his trousers and boxers down. “Have to be quick sweetheart, never know who might come in,” you watched him stuff your clothes nearby in case you’d both need to quickly change.

“As long as I have you I don’t care,” you whisper, kissing him again, his fingers working on your own trousers as he brings it to your ankles, your slick leaking through your underwear as he pushes his finger against it.

He groaned softly as he rubbed your clit through your underwear, watching your mouth widen at the feeling as you moaned softly into his mouth, “Ken…to,” you whispered.

He knew you were wet enough to take him, he almost wished it was somewhere more intimate but with the way you craved his touch. Hands on his broad chest, mouth against his skin he didn’t care, he moved your underwear down to your ankles as he pressed his cock against your clit. “You’re gonna be a good girl, gonna be quiet for me?” you nodded eagerly waiting to feel his cock.

He slid it through your slick, watching you spread wider as he pushed his tip into your cunt, a loud moan escaping your mouth as he quickly put his hand to your mouth. Your back hit the cool countertop as another shiver went down your spine, you heard him groan profanity as he gripped you closer to him, forcing you to watch as he pushed his cock into you.

“Ken…fuck, go…go deeper,” you mewled as you watched his cock suffocate in your tight cunt. One hand had moved to grip your throat as he began to thrust back and forth into your cunt, making sure to hit all the right places. It wasn’t till you felt his entire cock enter into you, hitting the back of your cervix as you could feel him in all the right places.

“You’re…fuck Y/n, I’ve wanted this for too long,” he whispered in your ear as he didn’t care about how loud the two of you were being, he was being cautious with his injury but even then the way you had inclined your head making you look at the mirror. Nanami noticed where your eyes were going as he gripped your jaw, “like looking at yourself baby.”

He watched you nod as he took himself out of you, your loud sign being of disapproval but his quick action of turning you around pushing your body against the countertop making you look at yourself in the mirror. You moaned his name as he readjusted himself back into you, his hands cupping your chest as his mouth went to your jaw forcing your back to hit against his chest. His mouth leaves soft whispers of praise in your ear.

“Look at you baby, taking me so…so well,” he watched as your eyes turned to the mirror watching how your chest felt heavy, a sheen of sweat against both your bodies and the reality that you were being fucked by your crush of how many years in a public bathroom.

“Y…You won’t leave me,” you whispered as his eyes changed, they became softer and as he moved your jaw making you look up into his eyes you felt a glance of hope.

His thumb brushed against your lip as he spoke, “I’ll never leave you, I promise Y/n.” You felt secure as you leaned to kiss him again, his thrusts keeping with the pace of the kiss before you felt a coil in your stomach ready to snap.

Nanami was perceptive enough to realise what was going to happen as he spoke, “cum for me baby.” At the sign of his words his thrusts increased harder, you moaned loudly as you gripped the counter watching how flushed you’d gotten before the coil snapped. White gush falling from your cunt and flowing out and right on Nanami’s cock, he kept the pace continuing as you heard the squelching of cum being pushed back into your cunt.

He groaned in your ear as you were fickle to his ways, letting him use your cunt before hearing his own moan and the feeling of your cunt being filled full. “You took me…so well,” he whispered as he took his cock out of him, watching cum fall from your cunt and down your thigh, “fuck…let me grab some tissues.”

He had worn his boxers and trousers as he grabbed a handful of tissues and wet them, picking you up as he sat you on the countertop, it was quiet as he silently cleaned you up, making sure there was no sign of cum on you. As he looked up from your thighs, your hand went to his cheek as you brought him up to your face, “I love you Kento.”

He smiled softly, chucking the tissue as he leant down to meet your lips, “I love you too Y/n.” He kissed you softly as your arms wrapped around his neck, hand in his hair as you pulled on the blonde locks. It was a softer, more cautious kiss as he finally let go and spoke once again, “I’ll take you on that date now.”

“I’d like that, but first we should get this…” you pointed to the cut, “checked out.”

He nodded as he helped you put your clothes back on, cleaning up any mess you both might have created, you felt revealed knowing nobody had come in. Nanami buttoned his shirt up as you rinsed the blood stained one, quickly putting it in a bag for him to do whatever he wanted with it. He grabbed the stuff you had brought as he took his jacket against the same hand, putting his hand out as you took it.

You both walked out of the bathroom, a dishevelled look between the two of you as you looked up and saw the dark Tokyo sky, it was as pretty as ever and as you stared up looking at the stars and lights from the high-rise building. Nanami knew you must have thought of them to be beautiful, but the true beauty lied only with you.

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sin-of-jess · 3 years ago

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Masterlist

This is a basic start, I plan on prettying this up as I add more to my work! If there’s any mistake’s or errors in the links please let me know so I can fix it!

Fairy Tail

Natsu

NSFW-ish scenario-Playfulness

Gray

NSFW scenario-Dominating his disobedient/teasing S/O

Lucy Heartfilia

Headcanon- Reacting to Celestial spirits trying to get her and crush together

Erza

Headcanon-Flinching in a fight

Headcanon-Finds out crush is afraid of them

Headcanon-Crushing on the same person as Mirajane

Headcanon-Having a shy and sweet S/O

Relationship Headcanons x gender neutral reader

NSFW Headcanons x male reader

Mirajane

Headcanon-Flinching in a fight

Headcanon-Non Mage S/O seeing her magic after Mirajane hides it

Headcanon-Crushing on the same person as Erza

NSFW Headcanons x male reader

Relationship Headcanons x gender neutral reader

Cana

Headcanon-Finding out S/O can out drink her

NSFW headcanon x male reader

Relationship Headcanons

Juvia

Headcanon-Overhearing people saying they feel sorry for her S/O

Relationship headcanons

NSFW headcanons x male reader

Kagura

NSFW scenario- Cockwarming x male reader

Lisanna

NSFW headcanon x male reader

Relationship Headcanons

Lucy

NSFW headcanons x male reader

Relationship Headcanons

Aquarius

Relationship Headcanons

NSFW Headcanon x male reader

Virgo

Relationship Headcanons

NSFW Headcanon x male reader

Aries

Relationship Headcanons

NSFW Headcanon x male reader

My Hero Acadamia

Shouta Aizawa

SFW Scenario-Early mornings

Sero Hanta

NSFW Scenario- Cockwarming x Female Reader

Shoto Todoroki

NSFW Scenario

Overhaul

NSFW Scenario

Dabi

NSFW Scenario

Mirio Togata

NSFW Scenario

Bakugo Katsuki

NSFW Scenario

Fatgum{Taishiro Toyomitsu}

NSFW Scenario

Hawks(Keigo Takami)

NSFW Scenario

Twice{Jin Bubaigawara}

NSFW Scenario

Tomura Shigaraki

NSFW Scenario

Yayorozu Momo

NSFW Scenario- Car sex x male reader

Pro-Hero Sirius

NSFW Scenario- Giving handjob in public

Fuyumi Todoroki

SFW Scenario- Injured!gender neutral x reader

NSFW Scenario- Rough shower sex x dom! male reader

NSFW Scenario- Mirror Sex x male reader

Himiko Toga

NSFW Scenario- Dom Toga x male reader

Nejire Hado

NSFW Scenario-Mirror sex x dom! male reader

NSFW Scenario- Facesitting x male reader

Mt. Lady

NSFW Scenario- x female reader

Rumi Usagiyama{Mirko}

NSFW Scenario- Touch starved Female x reader

Miscellaneous

NSFW Scenario- Kirishima-Sero-Kaminari foursome

Black Clover

Yami Sukehiro

NSFW Scenario

One Piece

Sanji Vinsmoke

NSFW Scenario- x chubby! Female reader

SFW Scenario- Fluff

Roronoa Zoro

NSFW Scenario

Fire Force

Benimaru Shinmon

NSFW Scenario

Maki Oze

NSFW Headcanon- x male reader

Demon Slayer

Tanjiro

SFW Scenario-Hearing their S/O say I love you for the first time

Zenitsu

SFW Scenario-Hearing their S/O say I love you for the first time

Inosuke

SFW Scenario-Hearing their S/O say I love you for the first time

K/DA

Ahri

NSFW Headcanons

NSFW Scenario- Edging x male reader

Evelynn

NSFW Headcanons

Akali

NSFW Headcanons

Kai’sa

NSFW Headcanons

Hunter X Hunter

Illumi Zoldyck

NSFW Scenario

Sk8 to Infinity

Cherry

SFW Scenario-Fluff

Jujutsu Kaisen

Satoru Gojo

SFW Scenario- Fluff

Nanami Kento

SFW Scenario

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nanamixxkento · 4 years ago

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Always (Nanami x Female Reader)

Rating: General

Content Warning: mentions of blood/injury.

Word Count: 2,827

A/N: I’m open for Nanami x Reader writing requests.

He was late.

It wasn’t uncommon for Nanami to work overtime but he’d never been this late. The hours ticked by sluggishly, until you were pacing your living room with your heart in your throat and your phone in your hand.

You knew something was wrong. You knew it when you didn’t receive his customary text to let you know he was heading out or working overtime today.

And now you felt it. He was not answering his phone.

The worry got the best of you.

Scrolling through your contacts, you sought out a different number.

“Hello?” Gojo answered on the third ring, nearly making your knees give.

“Gojo,” you breathed, voice wavering. “Thank god you picked up!”

“Y/N? Are you okay?” He immediately sounded concerned, no doubt hearing the anxiety in your voice. “Where are you?”

“I’m fine, I’m at home,” you quickly reassured. “But I don’t think Ken is. He’s late Gojo, he’s so late. And he’s not answering his phone and I haven’t heard from him all day.”

Gojo swore softly. “Give me five minutes, I’ll find out where he was sent and get back to you.”

You went back to pacing, now with a slightly more hopeful note in your chest. With Gojo on Kento’s case, surely you’d at least be able to relax knowing where he was.

However, another anxious thought found you before then. What if ... what if Kento was so hurt he couldn’t attend to his phone? What if he was dying?

Your breath hitched with oncoming tears. That couldn’t be happening. So lost in your grief you nearly jumped when your phone rang again.

“Yes?” You answered wobbly.

“Y/N, I know where he is. But I ... I’m not anywhere close, I can’t go check on him. I asked Ichiji to stop by and he’s on his way—“

“Where is he?” You demanded, now scared.

“Titan High, but it’s too dangerous, don’t you dare try to go there Y/N!”

It was too late, you’d already made up your mind. “Sorry, Gojo but I have to find my husband. Thank you for your help.”

“Y/N—!”

You ended the call, dashing to grab a coat and your keys. If Kento was hurt, if he was grievously injured, like hell you were going to sit around and wait for him to die or be rescued. You didn’t care what happened to you then, as long as you could be with him.

Outside, it was raining relentlessly, the skies the darkest grey. It rendered your vision awash with fuzzy colours but you couldn’t slow down, stomping the pedal and whizzing through the streets with your map giving instructions in the background.

Titan High was on the other side of the city, and you cursed everything alive and dead in the half-hour it took you to get there. It would seem you beat even Ichiji to the deserted location.

You stumbled out of your car, and rushed through the metal gate that was left ajar.

Immediately, you felt the lingering swirls of doom in the air as you drew closer to the doors. You noticed fallen chunks of concrete in the open field, and the deformed soccer goal post.

They were all signs of battle that made adrenaline course heavily through your veins. But if there was one thing you feared more than the invisible monsters Kento fought, it was losing him to said monsters.

You made it through the doors, ringing Kento again and again until you thought you heard the distant ring of his phone. It made you race for the staircase, breath puffing out rapidly and sweat beading on your forehead.

It was several degrees colder on the second floor. One wall was entirely blown out, several windows were completely shattered.

Traipsing through the crumbled wall into the classroom, the first thing you noticed was the dust still hanging in the air. The second thing you noticed was the absence of Kento. And finally, you fished out his cracked phone from under a toppled desk.

By now you were so frustrated and scared you could cry. You clutched his phone in a death grip, trying to breathe through the lump in your throat. He had to be nearby.

This time, you threw your reservations out of the window, opened your mouth and screamed his name over and over hoping he would answer.

Your feet carried you to the third and final floor where more signs of battle left the corridor with dents in the metal doors and shattered floor tiles. You struggled through the wreckage, the dust making you cough until finally you arrived at a broken down supply closet.

The yellow light bulb flickered eerily, casting out just enough light to see a heap on the ground.

“Kento!” You cried, falling to your knees by his bleeding figure.

He was propped up against the metal closet, a wad of tissue paper curled to his bleeding side.

He stirred at your voice, blinking slowly. “Hmm, Y/N?” His blood stained fingers pumped your cheek lightly, and he frowned. “Huh.”

Awareness seemed to slam into him moments later as he made the connection that you were real, and actually crouched there with him in the closet. “Wait—“ he struggled to righten himself, breathing strained and you lurched forward to help him. “What are you doing here? How did you get here? Have you lost your mind!”

He wheezed slightly, his hand clutched his side again as small rivulets of blood trickled out through the tissues.

You looked around wildly for anything to use to stifle his bleeding and got up to rummage through the closet and shelves until you found small packaged towels and rags.

“Please don’t talk,” you pled, distantly aware of the tears streaming down your face as you ripped open package after package and replaced the tissue with the towels.

He hissed as you pressed down on his wound, making your heart twist in your chest. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you sobbed. “We have to stop the bleeding, please just— please hang in there. Ichiji should be here any minute.”

Kento clumsily used the back of his shaking knuckles to wipe your tears. “Hey,” he attempted, still sounding pained. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean ... to yell at you ... you’re okay ... please don’t cry.”

Ichiji found you several minutes later, still crouched over Kento who was thankfully bleeding less now with you there to apply pressure on his wound.

He paled considerably at the sight of the both of you covered in blood, your eyes puffy from tears and Kento’s squeezed shut.

It took the strength of both you and Ichiji to help manoeuvre Kento down three flights of stairs and finally to the backseat of Ichiji’s car.

“To the hospital Ichiji, quickly,” you said, crowding against Kento’s side to press on his wound again.

Half-way through your trip, Gojo called, sounding a little wild over the speakers. “Ichiji, tell me those idiots didn’t get themselves killed!”

“G-Gojo-san,” Ichiji swallowed thickly. “We’re on our way to the hospital—“

“—the hospital?!”

“—because Nanami-san is injured—“

“HOW INJURED?”

Ichiji was sweating bullets now, nervously flexing his fingers over the steering wheel. He’d never heard Gojo-san shouting before and it made him incredibly nervous. “We ... we don’t know yet.”

“Your location, now, Ichiji,” Gojo’s voice came out calmer with a hint of steel underlying it.

“Y-yes, sir!”

“Did you run into Y/N? I swear if something happens to her, Nanami will have me castrated.” Gojo muttered darkly. “Make sure she’s safe, Ichiji, you got that?”

“She’s um, she’s here with me and she can hear you,” Ichiji offered meekly but Gojo had already ended the call.

Silence flooded the car again, but for Kento's harsh, wheezing breaths.

You used your free hand to stroke through the damp wisps of his hair, tugging comfortingly at the crown of his head. “Ken, you have to stay awake,” you told him regrettably, tugging gently at his hair again. “Stay with me.”

He made a soft groaning noise but his eyes cracked open.

“That’s it,” you encouraged, barely managing to hold back a second wave of tears. “Focus on my voice.”

You talked to him about the trip you were organising for next month, where you planned to go, and all the ridiculous endeavours you vowed to pull him into. By the time you reached the hospital, he was struggling to keep his eyes open for a second longer but by then a squad of nurses with a stretcher rushed to his side and you felt some relief wash over you.

You were checked in too, even when you insisted all the blood wasn’t yours, but the elderly nurse in charge gave you one stern look and hooked you to an IV.

Ichiji stayed by your side, shuffling nervously and gulping at every sudden noise, no doubt fearing the appearance of Gojo.

When Gojo appeared an hour later, Ichiji did indeed jump a foot in the air. “G-G-Gojo-san! You made it!”

At least he wasn’t shouting, but something about his expression looked distinctly foreboding. “You,” he pointed a finger at you. “Are an utter idiot!”

You gave him a sheepish look but made no apologies whatsoever.

“What if Nanami hadn’t exorcised the curse, huh? You could’ve died.” He huffed, leaning his long limbs against the wall. “And then I would’ve had to spend the rest of my life avoiding him. Sheesh.”

You shrugged stiff shoulders. “You couldn’t have stopped me.”

“That’s because you’re as stubborn as him!” Gojo said. “And as dumb as him,” he pointed viciously at Ichiji who shuddered.

“I gave you one job,” he told Ichiji. “One. How the hell did she beat you to it?”

Ichiji was looking throughly chastised, sweating profusely with his gaze locked on the floor.

You used your foot to lightly kick Gojo’s ankle. “Stop bullying him,” you said. “It’s not his fault.”

Gojo huffed again, but heeded your wish.

A couple of hours later, you were allowed to see Kento when he finally awoke from his surgery. Gojo and Ichiji lingered awkwardly at the door while you dashed to his side to take his hand and pepper his face with grateful kisses.

Kento wrinkled his nose slightly at you but he was smiling. “Kisses won’t make me less mad at you for putting yourself in danger, Y/N,” he scolded, albeit gently.

“Shut up and accept my love,” you said unfalteringly, earning a laugh from Gojo who finally wandered into the room after you.

“Don’t they just warm the cold cockles of your heart?” He sighed fondly to Ichiji.

“You’re not off the hook either,” Kento threw him a mild glare. “I know you told her where to find me.”

Gojo cleared his throat and ignored him. “I think the moral of today is that we’re all alive. And that’s what we should be talking about. Of course that and the fact that Y/N called you her husband.”

You jolted, flushing as you realised that you did indeed call him that in the heat of the moment earlier.

It was easy to forget sometimes when you and Kento already shared everything. You’d been living together for years, you’d even discussed kids.

You cleared your throat awkwardly. “I think the true moral of today,” you said, “is that Jujutsu sorcerers should never be sent out on solo missions. And you really should invest in some location trackers and an earpiece.”

“Mhmmmm,” Gojo hummed slyly and clapped his hands. “Well now that the lovebirds are reunited, Ichiji and I will see ourselves out, right Ichiji?”

“Yes, sir,” Ichiji yelped, slinking out of the room immediately.

Gojo’s smile was satisfied but it quickly morphed into a serious expression as he gazed at the both of you through his blindfold. “I’m glad you’re okay, Nanami. And Y/N, if you weren’t, I might have had to bring you back to life just to kill you for being an idiot.”

“Yeah, yeah, we love you too Gojo,” you smirked teasingly at him and waved him out.

The exhaustion of tonight’s events were beginning to catch up with you. It was nearing three in the morning and all you wanted was to curl into Kento’s warmth and catch a few hours of rest.

He cleared his throat softly and scooted over. “Come on sleepy head,” he patted the space next to him. “Get in.”

You smiled gratefully as you slid into the cosy space beside him and carefully rested your head on his chest.

The lights overhead dimmed a few minutes later to a hushed warm colour that engulfed the room with shadows.

Kento stroked your hair lightly, his breathing soft but not yet asleep. “I’m sorry I worried you,” he murmured quietly, just as you were beginning to wonder if he was finally falling asleep.

“Ken,” you chided gently. “Go to sleep. There’s nothing to apologise for.”

He hummed contemplatively. “I knew what I was signing up for with this job,” he sighed. “But it never gets easier. Especially that I have you now.”

It wasn’t like Kento didn’t know your true feelings about his occupation. You supported him in everything he did, but that didn’t mean you had to like it. Constantly risking his life would never be something you agreed with.

“I know,” you sighed too, tracing feathery circles over his chest. “It’s not easy for me either. So you can’t blame me for what I did today, okay? Losing you is not an option, I don’t care what your job description entails.”

He squeezed your shoulder lightly, as if to acknowledge your words. “I promise I’ll always come home to you ... even if it means you might occasionally have to haul my ass there yourself.”

You cracked a smile and felt it mirrored against your temple as he pressed a gentle kiss to your brow. “That’s fine by me,” you declared and snuggled closer to him.

Silence descended again but for your rhythmic breathing and the warm thudding of his heart under your ear.

It was a much-needed peace after the storm. He was alive and breathing and in your arms, and you couldn’t have wished for anything more.

“Y/N,” he said a while later, stirring you from the first stages of falling asleep. His thumb was fluttering lightly over your cheekbone, and you suspected the innocent strokes were what was lulling you to sleep.

“Hmm?”

“Did you really call me your husband?”

A wave of butterflies, nerves and surprise cleanly banished any lingering sleep from your system. You attempted a calm, matter-of-fact tone. “Yes.”

You felt the ghost of his smile again. “Was it by accident?”

“Maybe,” you admitted, your cheeks warming. “Does it matter?”

“Maybe,” he echoed and you heard the light humour in his tone. “What if it matters to me to know whether you think of me that way?”

You swallowed. “Well ... we’ve been together for years now. I don’t see myself with anyone else and if it won’t be you, then it won’t be anyone. For me at least.”

The thumb on your cheek brushed lower to hook just under your jawline and tilt your head up. You looked up at him and were startled by the adoring look on his face. “It’ll always be you for me,” he said and pressed your lips together.

You melted under the loving ministrations of his mouth, your heart racing and racing. Everything always seemed too good to be true with Kento, even the overflowing affection in your chest.

Cradling his cheek in your palm, you pressed closer to him, lips lingering together for a long, wonderfully charged moment.

When he pulled back he was smiling faintly, but his eyes were serious. “Do you understand why it matters to me to know?”

You bit your lips shyly. “Well ... a girl can hope ... that it means you like it?”

He chuckled. “Close. Very close.”

“Okay, then tell me,” you pressed your thumb to his lips and tried to resist your smile as you felt his own grow under your touch.

“It means ...” he began slowly, letting the tension mount. “That I do like it of course ... but that I only like it because I feel the same way Y/N. I’ve been planning to ask you. I won’t now, not like this. But I will, soon. And when I do, I’ll hope your answer is yes... I’ll always hope your answer will be yes to me.”

Blinking away a tear, you buried your face in his throat and let out a shuddering breath. “Yes,” you said unequivocally, and cuddled closer to him.

He pressed his face into your hair and smiled. “Sleep?”

“Yes,” you said again, smiling wobbly.

“Do you love me?” He teased.

“Yes.” You replied fervently. “Yes, yes, yes.”

His palm pressed over the back of your head and held you closer, sighing contentedly. “I love you, too sweetheart. Always.”

#fluff #Romance #Nanami kento #Kento nanami #nanami kento x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #my writings

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kentokunn · 4 years ago

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masterlist:

my hero academia:

oneshots:

a self-made failure ; toshinori yagi x gn! reader

headcanons:

being his therapist ; toshinori yagi

stealing his cape ; toshinori yagi

demon slayer:

others:

fluff alphabet ; shinobu kocho

haikyuu:

oneshots:

uncried tears ; tooru oikawa x gn! reader

headcanons:

taking care of an injured female s/o ; oikawa, takeda, tsukishima

imagines:

walking in on their female s/o changing ; oikawa, nishinoya, ushijima

attack on titan:

headcanons:

basic dating hcs ; erwin, levi, hanji

imagines:

joining levi and hanji in torturing djel sannes ; erwin smith x reader, levi, hanji

chapter fics:

false accusations ; erwin smith x reader

chapter 1 (to be continued)

jujutsu kaisen:

headcanons:

relationship hcs with a librarian s/o ; nanami kento

general dating hcs ; nanami kento

s/o questioning their gender ; nanami kento

scenarios:

bad habits ; multiple characters

#masterlist

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kesshavx · 8 months ago

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Resilience

Hey everyone!

I wanted to jot down a quick note regarding Nanami and his portrayal in this story. While I've taken inspiration from the character you know and love, I understand that my interpretation may not be entirely accurate to the original series.I've endeavored to capture Nanami's essence and bring him to life in my own writing, but please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction and my own creative interpretation. I apologize if there are any deviations from his established traits or if certain aspects don't align perfectly with your expectations.That being said, I hope you can still enjoy the story and the interactions involving Nanami. I've aimed to create a compelling narrative that showcases his strengths, complexities, and the impact he has on the other characters.Thank you for your understanding and for giving this story a chance. I appreciate your support and hope you find plenty of enjoyment

Pairings➪Nanami kento x female reader

The mission had been grueling, a battle against a formidable curse. As a second-year special grade sorcerer, you shouldered the weight of immense responsibility. However, despite your power, the curse had managed to evade capture, leaving you injured and consumed by guilt.

Days turned into weeks, and the wound on your waist festered beneath the surface. You carried on, wearing a façade of strength, but inside, the turmoil was relentless. No one suspected the storm raging within you as you navigated through your daily routine, feeling the weight of your perceived failure.

The arrival of the Kyoto students brought a festive atmosphere to Jujutsu High. Amidst the excitement, a grand party was organized to celebrate the goodwill event. Laughter and joy permeated the air, but your heart remained heavy with self-doubt and remorse.

In the midst of the revelry, Mai, caught up in the festivities, accidentally struck your injured area. A surge of agony coursed through your body, and you winced, desperately trying to conceal your distress. Unable to bear the pain any longer, you excused yourself quietly, retreating to a quiet place away from prying eyes.

As you found solace in the solitude, your pain overwhelmed you. The weight of guilt and self-condemnation bore down upon your shoulders, and the walls you had built around your emotions crumbled. Collapsing to the ground, you curled up, tears streaming down your face as your body trembled with anguish.

Unbeknownst to you, Nanami Kento, ever perceptive, had noticed your departure from the festivities. His concern grew with each passing moment, and he followed your trail, determined to find you. And find you he did, your body wracked with sobs, crumpled on the floor.

"Nanami-sensei," you choked out, your voice filled with pain and self-blame, "I'm... I'm a special grade. I let that curse get away. I failed... I failed everyone."

Nanami's gaze hardened, disappointment etched into his features. He knelt beside you, his voice firm yet laced with concern. "You are a special grade, yes, but that doesn't make you invincible. Failure is a part of our journey, and it's how we respond to it that defines us."

His words carried a touch of sternness, emphasizing the gravity of your mistakes. Yet, as you glanced up at him through tear-blurred vision, you noticed a glimmer of compassion in his eyes. It was a silent promise that he wouldn't abandon you in your darkest moments.

"But remember," Nanami continued, his voice softening, "failure doesn't diminish your worth or your potential. It's an opportunity for growth, to learn from your mistakes and become better. You are not alone in this. We're here to support you, to help you rise above your setbacks."

With those words, Nanami gently cradled you in his arms, drawing you close to his chest. The pain in your body still lingered, but his presence offered solace and comfort. He held you tightly, his touch reassuring as he whispered words of encouragement, reminding you that you were not defined by your failures.

In that quiet moment, feeling the warmth of Nanami's embrace, you began to find solace amidst the turmoil. His scolding had ignited a spark of determination within you, but it was his kindness and understanding that mended the shattered pieces of your spirit.

Time seemed to stand still as Nanami held you, supporting you through your pain. He provided a safe haven where vulnerability was embraced, and you felt a glimmer of hope rekindling within your heart. With his unwavering support, you knew you could find the strength to face the challenges ahead.

As you lay cradled in Nanami's arms, the pain gradually ebbed away, replaced by a sense of comfort and acceptance. Your tears subsided, and a newfound resolve took root within you. You knew the road to redemption would not be easy, but with Nanami by your side, you felt ready to face it together.

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