#nanami nsft

[husbandograveyard]

speeding for more Nanami goods

Hazel, to the previous one, could I add him with prompts 4, 5 or 1, pretty please? 👀🙏

I see so many jujugoods on the list, I'm already so excited!

This event is what got me back into writing a little. I have A LOT of JJK on my brain right now it's 90% Geto, I have no excuses. So I am more than happy to provide some Jujugoods! First one for the event is Nanami, and this one came out pretty sweet. Hope you enjoy!

☁️ Pillow talk event - Masterlist ☁️ Prompt: “Sorry for the cuddling. I’m usually not that clingy.”Character: Nanami Kento x GN reader (no pronouns or genitals mentioned) ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ Suggestive content | Minors DNI | Fluff ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

You had your arms wrapped around Nanami's broad chest, tracing figures on his arms. You were resting your head, feeling your breathing slow down and even out -you had been completely out of breath mere minutes ago. 

You listened to the sound of his heartbeat, the rhythmic pounding a soothing melody, only helping you further to relax. You let out a content sigh, almost as if to start a conversation, but you weren't quite sure what to say. You wanted to soak in the atmosphere and enjoy the post-sex bliss just a little longer. You had felt a connection to Kento unlike any other before. Usually, after an encounter such as this one, you would be getting up, ready for a shower and the rest of your day. But now, you just wanted to stay, hold him, caress him and cherish him. And this had all led to the apologies that came from your lips: 

“Sorry for the cuddling. I’m usually not that clingy.”

He chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest that you could feel on your cheek, the arm wrapped around you tightening a little bit more. He wasn't super talkative, not in the bedroom, nor outside of it; but he still humored you with a response. 

"Don't apologize. I am happy to be here with you. There is no rush, we have no plans." 

Sweet, yet practical. That was the man you had fallen in love with. And he was right: there was nothing going on, you had the rest of the day for the both of you. You could perfectly cherish the moment, and you would probably do so. You would soon get up, maybe get a shower together, and then get some food. 

But for now, you would enjoy his presence, his scent, his steady heartbeats and his breathing. You would be tracing figures on his arms and chest with your fingertips, muscles sometimes twitching slightly in response to your featherlight touches. You would feel the soft pressure of a kiss being pressed to the crown of your head, a soft wordless gesture of affection, so full of love, and it would make your heart soar. 

You readjusted your pose, snuggling even closer -as far as that was possible- and wrapped one of your legs around him. You relished in the feeling of your bare skin on his, even if the readjusting took some effort -remnants of sweat, and others, had made your skin a little sticky. 

You felt your heartbeat slow down, almost matching his, and you noticed your breathing had completely evened out, your body fully recovered -for now, you were sure you would be sore tomorrow. 

You turned your head slightly, pressing a kiss to his chest, and then closed your eyes, laying down again. This wasn’t a one time thing, this wasn’t a singular encounter. No, this felt like the start of something more than that. You were eager to see where this would go, though for now, you would just relish in the moment.

[sleep-0-deprived]

Hands on my knees ~

Men who love it when you give messy blow jobs, just holding your head up by your scalp or pulling on your hair as you drool rolling your eyes forward making eye contact as their cock keeps your mouth too full to talk leaving you just gurgling mindlessly.

Men who hold one leg up fucking you in your bed putting their fingers in your mouth making you choke and suck on them as they snap their hips forward making your body jerk with each thrusts as you lay all fucked out and lewd.

Men who bend you over their knee fingering you harshly over and over rubbing up agaisnt your prostate milking it as they keep holding you bent by the arch of your back until you cum all over yourself.

Men who hold their face in your neck grunting in your ear whispering lewd words about how good you feel around them and how they wanna stay inside you forever, holding your body close skin to skin with you under them as they fuck you senseless.

Men who are silently great with after care despite them being so rough with you in the bed, clawing all the cum off you washing up the bed sheets bringing you pain killers if you need them, outside of sex they are total sweethearts and no one would ever think them to do such dirty things to you.

—Nanami, Kunikida, Toji, Sukuna, Jotaro, Zoro, crocodile, Uzui, Gojo, Geto, Bram, Choso

[madwomansapologist]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ༘⋆ rizz? oh, you mean my autism?

★彡 synopsis: jjk boyfriends' ways of loving an autistic reader.

characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, choso kamo, toji fushiguro, hajime kashimo.

bella's note: my new year's resolution? to be way more self-indulgent!

.ᐟ.ᐟ KENTO 'QUIZ TIME' NANAMI

The first time it happened, Kento assumed you were way too focused on work to cook something before you were about to faint. The second time, maybe you were distracted. From then on, it was a pattern Kento couldn’t unsee.

Arms shaking as you cook. Changing the shower temperature when your skin is burning hot. Only washing your glasses when they are so dusty he could draw on them. Waking up on the middle of the night to use the bathroom.

You only listen to your needs when your body screams.

THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: “Do you need a drink?” — “Have you eaten anything? That doesn’t count.” — “Want me to close the curtains?” — “Come clean your glasses with me. I could clean yours, but you would need to clean mine. That’s what I thought.” — “Did you pay your bills this month?” — “Have you watched that movie you told me about?” — “Are you going to bed or I’ll have to start undressing? Oh, so now you hear me?”

.ᐟ.ᐟ CHOSO 'ACCIDENTAL MIME' KAMO

Choso would’ve never noticed if you hadn’t got mad at him. Mocking you? of course he was not! That’s so mean, Choso would never do that to someone he loves.

You have this habit. Of repeating words or phrases others use. Choso thought it was sweet. It showed that you were paying attention to every conversation. He started doing the same for you to know that he was listening, too.

Choso would’ve never understood if it wasn’t for Yuji. Echolalia. You weren’t doing it on purpose. It was automatic. What he saw as a habit was something you have no control over. When Choso started doing the same, you thought it was his way of saying “stop that, you’re bothering me.”

Once Choso explained himself, it was your turn to think it was a sweet habit.

THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: “Sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to.” — “Choso, you’re very beautiful. Wait.” — “Can you shut up? Sorry.” — “Do you want to go out? I would love to.” — “Fuck that. Hey, Yuji, don’t use those words.” — “Babe? Yes?”

.ᐟ.ᐟ SUGURO 'SOCIAL CLUES TRANSLATOR' GETO

People, most often than not, will say things without actually saying them. The first time the meaning behind someone’s word were completely lost once they reached your ears, Suguru thought it was amusing. But then he understood some think it’s only logical to blame you for not getting what they chose not to say.

Arguing with someone unwilling to change their ways is pointless. If they don’t want to communicate with others, so be it. Suguru would pity them for wasting their chance of knowing you, but he prefers when you spend your time with him.

In important events, Suguru will tell you what to expect. Out with friends, he may warn you about someone not being very happy. Oh, the countless times Suguru was the one to explain that “no, honey, they didn’t mean it literally.”

Suguru would rather not being called tutorial mascot by his partner, but if you’re happy… so be it.

THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: “Hyperbole.” — “I think that was her polite way of spitting on his face. It gave me chills.” — “I also don’t know what he meant by that.” — “She’s definitely lying.” — “Not literally.” — “Shit. Satoru will ask me to give a speech. You will pretend to be sick? ... I love you.”

.ᐟ.ᐟ HAJIME 'TELL ME MORE' KASHIMO

Hajime WILL know about all your special interests. You have no say in this matter. He wants to know everything about you that there is to know. After all, what is love if not seeing the other and accepting them entirely?

He prefers to do it while he trains. Hajime will practice his techniques with your voice to sooth his muscles. Don’t matter what is on your mind, he wants to hear it all. A specific actress, some movie you saw, penguins? Lovely, keep going.

It's endearing the way you know so much about what you love. Makes Hajime want to ask you what you know about him. Just to check.

THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: "No, no. Please, keep going." — "And that was created when?" — "Your voice is enchanting." — "How did you discovered that?" — "I think, when I was young, I read a book that mentioned this." — "Talk to me. I want to listen."

.ᐟ.ᐟ TOJI 'HUMAN FURNACE' FUSHIGURO

Toji knows how to read someone. It's useful. If he can understand their desires and fears, then he knows what to expect. When it comes to you, what surprises Toji is that he uses this skill to help instead of getting something for himself.

He learned to read you. To understand what your body tells without the need to hearing it from you. Toji understands when something makes you upset, mad, uncomfortable. Even when you're drowning on your emotions and nothing else makes sense: Toji knows you.

And what he learned is that, to silence your mind from all those confusing thoughts, something bigger against you can be distracting enough. To be more exact, to have Toji against you. On his lap, between his arms, beneath him on the couch.

THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: "I'm warm? How sweet of you." — "Can you hear me now?" — "You feel like you can’t breath? I'll let you go when you get sure of that." — "How's your mind now? Too crowded?" — "Forget about them. Just look at me. That's right. It's you and me, nothing else matters."

.ᐟ.ᐟ SATORU 'DEFENSE ATTORNEY' GOJO

Has someone been harsh to you? A boss ignored your rights? A doctor diminished your requests and questions? You know who to call: Satoru Gojo, your beautiful, funny, interesting, inteligent, kind, considerate [50 adjectives later] boyfriend!

Satoru WILL fight anyone that tries to disrespect you. Don’t matter who, don’t matter why. He's ready to throw hands (or cursed energy, to specify). It can be your mom, he doesn’t care. No one messes with you.

But he also defends you in more pacific terms. He will give whole ass lessons to people that tried to argue with you. He will keep talking until they get it right. If someone tries to embarrass you, Satoru is embarrassing them. He doesn’t care about anyone. If they were able to make you uncomfortable, than they are able of dealing with some discomfort too.

THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: "Well, actually..." — "I understand what you're saying. Completely. But you're wrong and I will tell why exactly why." — "Say that again." — "You must think you are so funny." — "You think so? Ok, sit down. I'll explain it all to you."

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[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about straight friend that gets all worked up whenever he smokes, couldn’t care less that the two of you are dudes or close friends only cares about his cock thats hard and weeping and pressing up against his sweats, looks like a whole sight grinding up against you, in an old and worn shirt that he stole from you , the fabric practically spilling past his shoulder and giving you easy access to his tits, your calloused fingers pinching and twisting his nipples and leaving his cock leaking, your own cock slotted between his clothed cheek and leaving a mess of pre for anyone to see, and it doesn’t take much before his hands find their way to your pants , and swiftly pull out your dick, “so big sir,” he pants out, before he starts lazily stroking both of you all while sloppily kissing you on the lips, just being like that with him til the sweet thing cums, and when he finally comes back down to earth he looks at you all wide eyed lips all puffy and red while a sweet thank you escapes him.

The next morning he acts like nothing had happened, treats you like nothing but a mere friend, the word sir is replaced with dude and bro the hungry gaze is replaced with a sweet look on his face, the only conversation you have is about the last football game or his progress at the gym but both of you know what happens during your smoking sessions

[bonus: gets so cranky whenever the two of you can’t have a smoking session, maybe you’re busy with work or studies but either way you’re too busy to have them, he claims it’s just the pent up stress that’s getting to him, it’s not like he’s annoyed at the fact that you won’t be messing around anytime soon, practically acts like a little bitch for a whole week til you pin him to the couch and take him right there; no excuse to smoke needed]

[jiujitsukaisen]

nanagoooooooooo

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

Oh i forgot to post this one. Ahhhh

Went down a rabbit hole reading The Final Indignity 

[whoishotteranimepolls]

The thing about Nanami is that he would treat me right, he's the perfect husband material. Sure sure some anime men are hot because they have a six pack or a pretty face or whatever makes you want them to fuck you stupid, but Nanami is hot because he'll listen to me complain about how much my job and capitalism sucks while nodding and agreeing and offering to make me my favorite dinner so we can both hate the world a little bit less. He tried so hard to stop caring about other people and stay out of their business and he couldn't fucking do it, he has to help strangers on the street and protect children because dammit he's a good person who cares about others whether he likes it or not.

For context, they are responding to this post about Nanami

[younmexreaders]

~~ Nanami Kento x Reader 18+~~

A Kind, Warm Heart

A hike through the mountains takes a terrible turn when you encounter a monster looking for a snack. You are saved, however, by an intensely serious naga. You decide to thank Nanami (Nagami?) for saving you.

Gender Neutral Nondescript Reader/Nanami Kento | 3.1k words

Includes:

Near Miss Bear Attack

Oral (Nanami Recieving)

Snakes (Naga Nanami)

This fic was made for @nanamiscocksleeve 's Monster Mash event! Enjoy some smut with Naganami~

A simple hike, that’s all it was supposed to be. A peaceful, solitary escape into nature.

But, of course, it couldn’t stay that simple. Nothing ever did. It had started well enough, at least. You had set out with the sun cresting over the horizon, a soft warmth blanketing the world as you leisurely walked along the trail. The air was fresh, crisp, the scent of pine and earth filling your lungs with every breath. You let your gaze wander, taking in the sights of the mountain’s quiet beauty—birds flitting between branches, their songs a delicate melody, the occasional squirrel darting through the underbrush.

Everything was peaceful. Almost serene. The path was clearly marked, a safe guide through the untamed wilderness. You knew, as long as you followed it, you’d steer clear of any monster dens or territorial wildlife. That was the whole point of sticking to the path—no surprises, no wrong turns, no getting lost.

You had followed it. At least, you thought you had.

But as the day wore on, something changed. You hadn’t noticed it at first, you were too distracted by the views, by the quiet. Suddenly, the familiar markers were gone. You frowned, scanning the surroundings, searching for a signpost or stone trail marker, but there was nothing. Somehow, you had strayed off course. The beaten trail under your feet had slowly been replaced by rough patches of wild grass, untended and uneven, and the canopy above felt darker, more oppressive.

Had you taken a wrong turn? Or had the path simply faded beneath you?

You tried to shake off the rising unease and kept moving, convincing yourself you could backtrack and find your way soon enough. But the deeper you went, the more unsettling the silence became. The birds no longer sang, and the trees seemed to loom closer together, the shadows beneath them darker than they should have been.

Then you heard it.

A rustle in the bushes. Quiet at first, so soft it might have been the wind. The sound grew, just enough to put your nerves on edge. You stiffened, heart quickening, and slowly turned your head over your shoulder, muscles tensing as you did.

The bushes trembled, shaking just slightly, but it was enough. You could feel eyes on you, lurking just beyond the cover of leaves. As your pulse pounded in your ears, a shape began to rise from the foliage, a silhouette emerging like a shadow out of the earth itself.

A bear.

Its hulking form towered over the bushes, a massive black shape with muscles rippling beneath its fur. Its small, dark eyes locked onto yours—sharp, assessing, and dangerous. You froze, instinct kicking in, every muscle in your body tightening. A deep growl rumbled from its chest, low and menacing, the kind of sound that sent a chill down your spine, primal and raw.

Your breath hitched, barely contained as you realized just how close it was. The bear’s paws were enormous, claws curved and thick like deadly hooks, and they crushed the grass beneath it with every step. It had seen you. It was aware of you. And you were close.

Too close.

You took a slow, shaky step back, praying it would lose interest, but that hope died quickly as the bear’s growl deepened, its eyes narrowing. You could feel the ground tremble beneath you as it lurched forward, a low rumble shaking the earth. Time seemed to slow, and before you could even think, the bear bared its teeth—yellow and jagged—and moved.

Panic surged through your veins, and you turned, heart pounding in your throat as you bolted into the trees. The underbrush snapped and cracked beneath your feet as you sprinted, legs burning as they tried to carry you faster than you’d ever run in your life. Behind you, the bear roared—a thunderous, bone-rattling sound that spurred you into motion even harder.

The forest blurred around you as you ran, branches whipping against your skin and sharp twigs cutting into your arms, but you couldn’t stop. The bear’s heavy footfalls were too close, crushing the ground behind you, its labored breathing filling the air like a predator closing in on its prey.

You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. All that mattered was running, keeping distance between you and the creature that seemed so much faster than it had any right to be. Your lungs screamed, your legs ached, and for a brief moment, you allowed yourself to look back.

The bear was right there—closer than you’d thought. Too close.

Before you could react, your foot caught on a gnarled root sticking out from the dirt. You pitched forward with a gasp, hitting the ground hard as the world spun around you. Pain exploded in your palms as you scraped against the rough earth, but there was no time to think. No time to recover. The bear was on you.

Its massive form cast a shadow over you as you scrambled to push yourself up, heart hammering wildly. You could feel the earth tremble beneath its weight, hear the terrifying growl as it raised a massive paw, ready to smash down and crush you in one powerful strike.

Just as the blow was about to land, something struck the bear—hard. A blur of movement cut through the air, knocking the beast off balance. You gasped, rolling to your side just as a long, sinuous shape coiled between you and the bear, swift and silent like a whip of lightning.

He moved with terrifying precision, a lithe figure with his lower half winding into the form of a powerful snake coiling effortlessly in the dirt. His human torso was bare, muscles flexing with every motion as his long tail lashed out, slamming the bear aside with a force that seemed impossible. His expression had twisted into something primal, his gaze searing with the intent to protect.

The bear roared, shaking off the blow, but the naga was faster. In an instant, he coiled tighter, his long tail whipping around with blinding speed, wrapping around the bear’s torso and pinning its limbs. The bear struggled, thrashing against the powerful grip, but his tail constricted, tighter and tighter, until the creature’s growls turned to pitiful whimpers.

“Stay still,” he commanded, voice low but firm, and the bear finally stilled, trapped beneath his hold.

You sat up, breathless, staring at the scene in disbelief as your heart raced. The naga's body relaxed slightly, but he didn’t release the bear, his serpentine tail still keeping the beast immobilized as he glanced over his shoulder at you.

“Are you alright?” His voice was calm now, as if he hadn’t just subdued a bear with his bare—well, snake—body.

You nodded weakly, too winded to speak, still processing the fact that you were alive—and that this monster had saved you in the most unexpected way.

The tension between you and the forest broke as he slowly unwound his tail from the bear, giving it space to retreat. The creature, disoriented and shaken, scrambled back into the trees, not daring to test his strength a second time.

He finally turned his full attention to you, extending a hand. “You should be more careful,” he said, with a hint of reprimand in his tone. “This mountain isn’t as tame as you think.”

But beneath the sharp words, you could feel the undercurrent of concern.

You took his hand, feeling the solid grip of his palm, and let him pull you up. His tail flicked in the dirt as he helped you steady yourself, the cool air wrapping around the both of you.

“I thought the path was safe,” you managed to breathe out.

His honeyed brown eyes softened, and for a moment, you could almost see a hint of warmth there, something beneath his composed exterior. “Not all paths are,” he said quietly, his voice steady and grounding.

"Uhm... thank you," you muttered, still catching your breath, trailing off slightly as the adrenaline began to fade. He looked aside for a moment, his expression unreadable, the silence between you both thick with unspoken things. His body relaxed, though the coil of his tail still moved subtly against the earth, a quiet reminder of his power.

Then, his gaze returned to you, those rounded pupils locking on you with an intent that made your heart stutter. “Nanami,” he said, almost as if deciding on the spot to give you something more personal, something real.

You couldn’t help but grin, relief bubbling up as a soft giggle escaped you. "Nanami. I... I feel like that's not enough. I want to do something to thank you," you said, a little nervous, but there was sincerity in your voice. After all, he had just saved your life in a way you could have never imagined.

His lips pressed together for a brief moment before he spoke. “No. There's no need. You should just head home before you get into more trouble.” His words were calm, but there was an undertone—something unreadable in his expression, as if he was weighing something in his mind.

You hesitated. It felt too soon to leave, too sudden after what had just happened. The air between you held a strange tension, not uncomfortable, but... charged. You swallowed, glancing around the dense trees and untamed wilderness, then back to him. "Are you sure? I mean... I could buy you a drink? Or maybe—"

"No," Nanami interrupted, his voice a touch firmer, though not unkind. "Out here, that isn’t necessary." His eyes shifted, just for a second, a flicker of something that told you he wasn’t as unmoved as he seemed.

Before you could respond, he sighed, his posture softening slightly. His gaze drifted down the mountain path behind you before he spoke again, a little quieter this time. “It’s dangerous to wander alone. If you don't know your way back..." His voice trailed off, and for a split second, you thought he might just leave it at that.

But then, his golden eyes found yours again, and you felt something shift in the air between you. “If you’d like,” he began, his voice slower, more deliberate now, “I can take you somewhere safer. Somewhere nearby.”

The suggestion hung in the air, almost cautious, like an invitation that could easily be taken back if you hesitated too long. Your heart skipped, curiosity piqued by both the offer and the quiet sense of care in his tone.

“Nearby?” you repeated, your breath catching slightly.

Nanami nodded, his tail shifting in the grass again, coiling slightly before relaxing. “I have a den close to here,” he said, his eyes not leaving yours. “It’s secluded—safe. You could rest there for a while. Then I’ll make sure you find your way back home.”

You blinked, surprised by the offer. It was practical, yes, but there was a gentle undertone in his voice that made it feel like more. You hesitated only for a moment, weighing your options. As if there was really a need. You didn't want to leave him so soon and this was a perfect excuse to stay close.

“I—yes. That would be... really helpful,” you admitted, your voice a little softer now. The tension in your body finally began to unwind, trusting in the unexpected calm that Nanami brought with him. “Thank you.”

Nanami gave a slow nod, his expression steady with something else beneath it. “Stay close,” he instructed, turning with a fluid grace as his tail wound itself beneath him, leading the way.

You followed, heart still racing but now with a different rhythm. You couldn’t help but watch the way his form moved, the contrast between his human upper half and the long, powerful tail that seemed so at ease in the wild. His presence, both intimidating and oddly protective, made you feel... safe.

He led you deeper into the forest, down a narrow path that you hadn’t even noticed before. The trees grew denser, the shadows deeper, and yet you felt no fear, only a growing curiosity as to where Nanami was taking you.

After a few minutes, the landscape shifted. You noticed the sound of running water—a small stream, clear and cold, winding between rocks. Just beyond it, you saw an opening in the side of a large rock formation, half-hidden by overgrown vines and moss. The entrance was wide enough for him to slip through with ease, his long body winding gracefully as he moved toward it.

“This way,” Nanami murmured, pausing at the entrance, waiting for you.

You stepped forward, cautiously peering inside. The den was surprisingly spacious, lit with the soft glow of bioluminescent plants hanging from the ceiling. The walls were smooth stone, cool and clean, with a pile of thick furs in one corner that looked comfortable enough to sleep on. It was far more inviting than you expected for a naga’s den.

Nanami moved inside effortlessly, his movements still fluid and calm, before he gestured toward the furs. “You can rest here if you'd like. Nap if you need. It’s warm, and no harm will come to you.”

Everything he said had an air of protection. You nodded, stepping inside with him, the strange tension from earlier melting into something more like quiet understanding.

“Thank you... again,” you murmured, glancing at him as you settled onto the furs. They were warm, surprisingly soft against your skin. Nanami didn’t respond immediately, but you could feel his presence lingering, the quiet hum of something unspoken in the air.

He finally nodded, his expression softening just enough to show he had no intention of leaving you unguarded for as long as you were with him. His form was solid and fluid, a mixture of two states fused together. Everything about him was so interesting. The kind eyes, the stoic expression, his sturdy form. Your eyes trailed all up and down his torso to his tail tip.

You thought a moment and hummed to yourself.

"Nanami... I think I know how I'd like to thank you," you started. He raised a brow at you, about to tell you once more it wasn't necessary when you gestured for him to join you on the furs. He hesitated, but eventually approached, his form towering over you easily. You reached up, taking his hand and pulling him down beside you. Even lying down, his torso was a tad large.

"So. Are you going to tell me?" He asked, looking you over curiously. You trailed your fingers on his stomach, feeling how soft his flesh was despite the firmness of his abdomen and the scales littering along his waist.

"For saving me, I want to give you a little... uhm. Oral~?" You suggested with a heat quickly rising to your cheeks. Nanami was taken aback, ready to protest.

But he was surprisingly easy to convince.

A couple prods and some more trailing fingers and he was already beginning to peek from his slit.

Now he had little reason to refuse. You already started, why not finish?

Nanami's face was dusted in pink, his eyes averted. "Hn... alright. If you insist..."

You smirked, pulling yourself up to straddle on his thick, powerful tail and dragging your hands down his stomach. His breath was steady, adjusting to sit upright and putting his hands on your thighs to keep you stable. Slowly, with each caress and touch his member slid out of the hidden slit where his tail and torso met. A pair of thick, serpentine pieces that welcomed your touch, reacting with small twitches.

Rubbing one, you leaned down and flicked your tongue against the other's tip. Planting kisses on each tip before taking one slowly into your mouth. He brushed his thumbs over your thighs, touch gentle, his pointed nails lightly pressing your skin.

You teased his serpent cocks. Listening as he gradually warmed, his stoicism breaking so you could hear how nicely he felt. The signs started small. A soft groan, his hands gripping you a little firmer now. After some time he began to squirm and hiss his breath through his teeth.

Your tongue swirled, sucking and bobbing your head, your hand working the other piece until it started to throb and spill clear precum.

"You're very eager," Nanami muttered, unable to resist his head rolling back.

A small snicker interrupted you, making you pull away to laugh. "I just want you to know how much I appreciated what you did."

He was still of the mind that a simple thank you would have been enough. Not that he was complaining. It just seemed like a bit of a jump.

You went back to it, swapping which sides you were rubbing and sucking. You could feel your saliva cooling on his cock. Both were throbbing, his writhing told you how much it was beginning to ache. He clawed the pelts beneath him to refrain from clawing you, breathing heavily. You pulled away, saliva stringing from your lips to his cock.

The sight alone was enough to make him melt. Nanami wanted you so badly, biting his lip with his pointed teeth. His eyes half lidded, looking at you lustfully.

Nanami bit back another sound, taking a shaky breath. "I-I'm so close..." he muttered, as if warning you.

You pulled away, rubbing both of his cocks as you leaned in to him, slightly grinding on his tail. "Cum then. I'm waiting," you purred.

He bucked into your hands, desperate to feel release by your touch. You kissed up his chest, letting him buck and writhe, tightening your grip just a bit. A low moan escaping him as his hips stuttered, his cocks pulsing and splattering shot after shot of cum all over your shirt and hands. Ah, maybe you should have removed that... oh well.

His hands went for your thighs, caressing and prodding them, needing a moment to catch his breath. You sat back, wiping your hands off on your already ruined shirt. His chest heaved, his head back and his eyes closed.

"Ngh... Y-you didn't have to do that," Nanami said finally.

"No worries. I wanted to," you smiled, sliding off of his tail and sitting beside him in the bed of pelts. Nanami looked you over, furrowing his brow in concern at the mess he made.

"I could do something for you in return?"

You shook your head. "Hm? No, you don't have to do anything. You saved me, I pleased you. We're even." His offer was sweet, but you really didn't want anything like that. Watching him unravel was enough for you. Though, you'd love to see him fall apart again sometime~ You leaned against him, noticing how much softer he seemed after he was relaxed and spent. "Uhm... let me know whenever you're, uh, collected. If you still don't mind walking me home."

Nanami gave a short laugh, "alright. I'll let you know."

[sleep-0-deprived]

Nanami x ftm reader thoughts~! ૮꒰ྀི ෆ ˃̣̣̥ ⤙ ˂̣̣̥ ෆ ꒱ྀིა

Tags: pure NSFW, vaginal creampies, slight breeding, eating out, Afab on Amab sex, office sex, under the desk blow jobs, slight degrading <33

A/N: I’ve been doin a’ lotta Amab reader works s’ I figured I’d feed m’ trans sweethearts too !

Taglist: @asher-is-hotxp @yyuinaa @silvern1006 @kimisbunny @unstab1eperson2

Just thinkin bout sextin Nami while he’s at work, sending pics of you in his fav pair of lacy panties with the frills around your pretty thighs, him responding with a message tellin you to “knock it off, I can’t afford a hard on right now [name]” but you just won’t listen will you?…oh how you could practically hear his teeth gritting and that vein bulging on his forehead when he’s all irritated…oh god you’re wet at the thought- did you just send him a pic of that? oops.

Just thinking bout Nanami comin home from a long day of work, his cock is all hard and he’s pent up from those skimpy pictures of yourself but he doesn’t touch you, he walks in the room only to look at you N’ take his tie off along with his coat before walkin off to his study in the house, he leaves you so pent up and desperate that you have’Ta beg him to even let him permit you to give a blow job before he even considers fuckin your needy cunt. Nami just grumbled on about “you want your pussy fucked then earn it— apologize for teasing me at work” he’d leave you sobbing and whining out apologies around his dick.

Just thinkin bout Nami being totally cruel with your pussy, he fucks you bent over his desk raw, his hips slap your ass cheeks flushed Nd’ he just croons you on talkin bout “y’know it deserves it for bein so greedy— if it wasn’t so needy then maybe you’d listen more” he’d talk and have full on conversations with your cunt while his tip pulses against your womb leaving a throbbing feeling between your thighs, he’s the type of man to dirty talk your cunt like you aren’t even in the room, Nanami forces his loads inside you, he may seem so tame N’ cold but his seed is your punishment. Nami makes you feel his load inside your swollen insides all day leaving you feeling bloated N’ sick.

Just thinkin bout Nanami’s idea of affections, if he’s a little too rough with your pussy he’ll be all affectionate with it by peppering kisses on your clit while he jus massages your thighs and makes out with your lips whispering bout how he “didn’t mean to be so mean on his pretty baby” Nanami is either a sweet talker or he’s cruel. Nami is vanilla with sex he’s a man with old ideals and old fashioned morals so oral and penetration is all he does unless you wanted to try something new, Nanami may be rough and fuck you hard but he doesn’t have a lot of other kinks besides that and maybe if you ever get him to admit it he does wanna see you all knocked up by him.

Just thinking bout you and Nami being together for a real long time. You two have been together long enough that kids have been mentioned, you’re in the middle of getting your insides wrecked by his cock and you already have two loads pumped inside you and all nami can do is heave in your ear “wanna give you my kids— I wanna knock this pretty pussy up-“ his platinum hair is a mess and his hand is wrapped around under your thigh lazily rubbing your clit while he fucks your pussy loose and has your puffy petals all wrapped wide around his girth making your labia look extra swollen from his cock.

Just thinking bout Nami biting your breasts at night when your binder is off, he knows your tits are all sensitive and your nipples are puffy but his if he doesn’t love to drool and make out with them like he does your pussy, if he’s lucky and you feel like it he loves squishing your tits together with his cock between them makin you open your mouth and stick that pretty little tongue out…he loves watching your nose scrunch at the tender feeling of the boob job you were giving him, his tip pressing to your tongue with every thrust makin you taste his precum before he strokes his cock at the end and finishes with his cum getting all over your mouth and chin, shooting down on York breasts leaving you a sticky mess while he grunts out “there’s a pretty boy”

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about a pretty boy taking your strap for the first time, watching him falling apart right beneath you while you’re calm and collected and coaxing him at every step, “just like that doing so well” you whisper into his ears as the plastic cock head pushes past his rim, hearing the sweet mewls that escapes his lips and seeing the way his back arches as your dick slowly stretches him.

It doesn’t take much before he’s turning into a sobbing mess- words like stop and too much tumbling past his lips with every inch he takes, practically unable to stand or speak even though you’re only half way inside him “ sweetheart how are you ever supposed to take the real thing if you’re reacting like this to a plastic dick huh? ” you say in a mocking tone, hearing the little sniffles he gives in response“hurts - ah hurts, sir,”

“Oh come on you were the one that wanted this remember? now take it,” you say, reminding him of how he’d been the one to pick the biggest size in your collection, the words “it’s not that big, I can take it,” a distant memory as you’re fully driving up into him , hearing the scream that escapes his lips and watching him turn into a quivering mess in your grip “Good boy,”

Once fully bottomed out he lays complety still beneath your grip, only a shaky hand pressed against your stomach almost as if trying to push you away from him.”can’t- I can’t ah fuck fuck fuck,”

“Come on sweetheart fuck yourself on this cock,” you say, hips moving in a gentle motion.

“But it- ah it hurts sir,” he sniffles in response, body wincing as your cockhead brushes over the sensitive walls of nerves.

Despite his words you can feel the way his legs wrap around your waist, heels firmly digging into your ass as he bucks his hips to meet your thrust.

“That’s right , I know a greedy little thing like you can take it,”

[husbandograveyard]

I seriously considered asking for someone else this time... but I have Nanami on the brain. Sorry babe, I'm asking for him again 😘 how about F from the smutty alphabet this time? I love me a good giggle

Okay, but I did have a lot of fun writing this one actually, the visual is just a little too funny. I hope you like it!

2nd person. GN reader. Minors DNI

F - Fails - A moment where awkwardness took over in the bedroom / a fail that’s rather funny

Nanami sometimes underestimates his own strength. It’s not that he doesn’t realize just how strong he is -he is pretty aware of it, actually- but it’s just that he sometimes gets a little too lost in the moment, losing focus when his mind is only focused on pleasure and you, and then sometimes… there’s things breaking, like your bed. 

The minute it happened, he didn’t even realize, so lost in the ecstasy of the moment. But the minute it was over, and the damage was already done (and becoming painfully obvious, the dent in the mattress was not meant to be this deep), the awkwardness settled in amidst mostly confusion. 

“Did you-” “I think I-” 

You’re the first to laugh about it. Starting with a snicker and then full on belly laughter, as the mere idea is just absolutely hilarious. The fact that you’ll have to buy new bed slats is a side note that you’ll worry about later as you snuggle into him, still laughing about what had just happened. 

You thinking this is absolutely hilarious does help ease his mind a little, as he looked mortified the minute he realized. He promises he’ll make it up to you during aftercare, whispering the promise as he kisses your temple, and it makes you laugh all over again, earning a chuckle from him in return -the moment is pretty silly after all.

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[s4lv4tions]

in the still of the night, i held you; nsfw

pairing; nanami kento x fem!reader summary; "so before the light, hold me again with all of your might, in the still of the night." - the five satins wc; 2.6k cw; smut (non-penetrative sex), cisfem!reader, mentions of misogyny, alcohol use an; HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! have some sweet husband material kento to take with you into 2024 :')

In your genkan, Kento kneels to undo the buckle of your heels. They’d been a gift from him not even a year ago — high-end and real leather and more comfortable than most heels, but still a pain in the ass when you've been wearing them for 8 hours. His hands are warm and soothing where they rub gently over your bare heels, setting each foot gently upon the ground afterwards. You’re stuffed from dinner and blinking sleepily, all pliable and softened by an evening of tireless socialisation and too much sake.

“That Yamada fellow,” Kento says. He stands again, brushing imaginary dirt from his suit. “I don’t like him.”

He takes the jacket from your hands, your handbag, too; hangs them up on the coat rack and then deals with his own coat, and you watch him all the while. Perhaps you had a little too much beer, because even as he speaks, you can only stare at him — the thickness of his forearms as he wrangles off his coat, the sleeves of his shirt pushed up to reveal veins and corded muscle; his handsome side-profile, his strong nose and furrowed brow and angular cheekbones… If you were more artistically inclined you have no doubt he’d be your muse. It seems especially criminal to think that Kento has never considered himself particularly attractive. Your head thuds back against the front door.

Blinking away your sudden haze — alcohol or fatigue, you don’t know —, you peer over at him, curious. “Oh?”

There's an answering hum. Neither of you move — still standing in the genkan, you in your summer dress and woollen jumper, makeup done to the nines, slumped against the door. Him in his khaki slacks and button up, handsome as ever, leaning against the wall. You're in a bubble, here — halfway between the izakaya you'd spent the evening at and your bed. It's timeless, quiet. The only thing to be heard is the distant sound of traffic through your living room windows, just around the corner.

You tilt your head in thought. “I mean, he’s a clown, but he’s harmless. Just stupid."

"I don't like the way he spoke to your friend," Kento says, nose wrinkling. Ah, yes — you knew it had bothered him. Yamada is what one would call dead from the neck up — an idiot. How he's stayed employed so long is a mystery to you, especially with the amount of complaints he's garnered from female employees. He's not a creep (mostly), just ignorant and annoying. Thinks women should quit their jobs when they get pregnant, thinks maternity leave is a scam, thinks women are too emotional for leadership positions. Tonight he'd made the mistake of ordering your friend to serve him a drink in front of Kento — not the worst thing he's ever said or done, but it irked Kento nonetheless. You'd seen your boyfriend's eyes narrow and quickly shooed Yamada away to another table with the allure of more alcohol, and hoped that was the end of it. Clearly not. "Does he speak to you like that?"

"Mm. Sometimes. I guess he didn't tonight because you were there. You're pretty scary, Ken."

He only watches you, frowning. Doesn't take the bait. "Nothing's been done about him?"

"Mm-mm. We used to report him a bunch, but it's more trouble than it's worth." Another beat of silence, and you shoot him a smile. "Don't worry about it, Ken-chan. It doesn't bother us anymore. It's like working with an overgrown child."

"A man like that shouldn't have a job in the first place."

Finally, you push yourself off of the door — stroll slowly to where he stands, arms raised to loop around his neck. His frustration is silent — it most often is — but he accepts your embrace easily. His hands plant themselves over your lower back, warm and calloused, and a deep sigh filters through his chest. His nose nudges against the crook of your neck. "Sorry. None of that is your fault."

"Mm. It's okay." Exhaling, you let your eyes flutter shut. The entirety of your weight rests on him at this point. The drunkenness is wearing off, leaving only a pervasive lethargy and meddling craving for something requiring far more energy than you have. "Hey, Ken. Wanna fuck?"

Kento's breath hitches in your ear, before he lets out a laugh. His hand brushes up your spine, and you don’t bother to suppress the shiver it sends through you. "You're so vulgar. And you're almost falling asleep, darling."

“Mm.” Nudging your nose against the side of his neck and revelling in the goosebumps that rise there, you press your chest harder against him. “I have enough in me for a quickie.”

"We're getting you to bed."

“Hm? No! The night’s not over yet, Ken…” And yet you barely fight as he urges you forward, still wound around each other like a ball of string. Through the darkened living room and past the shape of your kotatsu, down the hallway and past the pantry and bathroom until you reach the bedroom. The lights are flicked on, dimmed to something more palatable, and Kento nudges you towards the bed.

You collapse like a sack of potatoes. You realise quite suddenly that you’d expended most all of your energy for the day and were truly running on fumes — considering you can count the amount of coworkers you like on one hand, and alcohol cuts your temper short. Somehow you still have enough energy to prop yourself up on your elbows and watch as Kento stands in the doorway of the en suite, rifling through the cabinet until he comes away with some cotton pads and a bottle of micellar water.

You know you’re watching him like he’s hung the stars in the sky. You know your eyes are wide and glassy when he kneels by the bed and begins to wipe your makeup off, unfathomingly gentle — because he meets your gaze just once and laughs softly, all too fond, before returning to task. Swiping softly over your lips and under your eyes, all traces of mascara and eyeliner and concealer and whatever-else gone within a few cotton pads. Then he traces over your face with another one just to be sure — or perhaps just to map out your features under his fingers, indulgent and sweet. When he’s finished, he doesn’t leave, though — just stays and watches you in silence.

“Kento,” you say quietly.

“Mm?”

“I want you.”

His thumb nudges away a strand of hair tickling your temple. “You have me, darling.”

“Hm.” That’s not what you meant, and he knows it, but you’re too tired to actually have him, anyways. Your eyes flutter shut, heavy and sticky, and he takes that as his cue to continue — pulling down your tights from your legs, unzipping the side of your dress. Lifting it over your head and replacing it with a large t-shirt that you vaguely register as his; and then leaving you to deal with himself, presumably. You hear the rustling of fabric and the thud of them hitting the floor, the metallic clink of his belt buckle.

Still — a budding sort of heat warms your stomach; hides itself beneath your ribs and wriggles about in your mind. It’s annoying, pressing, unfaltering — flickering thoughts about how firm his biceps are; how big and warm his hands feel when they spread your legs and press your knees against your chest; how his body covers yours entirely in the throes of it all, hot and heavy and sweating with the heat of it all; the skill of his tongue, fuck, long laves of it against your—

“Asleep already?”

“Mm-mm.” You crack an eye open; glance up at him in all his glory, plaid flannel pants hanging low around his hips, a white t-shirt covering his chest. “You’re so unfair.”

As you close your eyes again, you feel him climb onto the bed beside you — the mattress dipping under his knee, the blankets rustling, and then a large hand plants itself upon your stomach. “Why’s that?”

You don’t say anything, only arching (perhaps a bit wantonly) into his hand.

“Ah. I see.” The hand smooths up and down, thumb rubbing soothing circles against your skin, and a deep exhale filters out of his chest. You can almost hear the fond smile in his voice when he bows his head towards you and says: “Do you really need an orgasm to sleep?”

“Are you—” Yawn— “Are you teasing me right now?”

“No.” His fingers twitch subtly against you.

“Because that would be mean, Ken-chan.”

“I’m never mean to you. In fact—” His fingers begin a slow descent downwards, bunching your t-shirt just under the curve of tour ribcage. They leave goosebumps in their wake on their path below the elasticated hem of your panties— “I’m far too lenient where you’re concerned.”

His fingers are almost icy cold in comparison to the sweltering heat between your thighs. At that first brush against you, you give out an embarrassingly high-pitched sigh, but you have no energy to feel any shame. It's not your usual reaction to such simple touch — not the wet mess between your legs, nor the noises that are being wrung from you — but between the alcohol and syrup-like lethargy… Needless to say, Kento’s fingers are thoroughly soaked within a few moments of practiced petting, gliding between your puffy lips to where you’re willing and weeping.

His fingers — those damned fingers, careful and practiced and just slightly calloused — dip momentarily into you, and you hear his breath hitch in time with yours. Your limbs are tense, now, no longer splayed every-which-way with little care; they’re coiled tightly, excitable pressure locked away in every joint, twitching with each mote of pleasure he gives you.

And oh, does he give. Your stomach goes rigid with it. He’s only tracing his fingers around your opening — watching you with eagle eyes when your stomach jumps every time he passes over a particularly sensitive patch of skin. It’s not enough to start those sparks of pleasure aflame in the pit of your chest, those involuntary contractions that make your mouth salivate — but it’s well more than enough to begin to kindle them. More than enough to get your back arching at the momentary entrance of a single finger.

“Hm.” Your sigh edges on a whimper, tapering out as you attempt to regain control of yourself. “That’s — that’s not gonna do very much, Ken.”

He doesn’t answer, at least not verbally. The finger pops back out — slickened and shiny — but there’s little time for complaint. Almost instantly his fingers dart up to your clit, circling the hardened bead in a pace you can only describe as indulgent. Indulgent for you or for him, you can’t tell, but you make a sound like the air’s been punched out of you regardless.

It’s just the start of it — you know, those tingles that begin in your clit and warm in your stomach, sent as shivers up your spine and your ribs, pooling in your nipples and fizzing in your fingertips. Just the start, but enough to have you squirming, pressing up to the few fingers that pleasure you. At your side, Kento huffs a laugh. He presses himself closer to you — dips his head so that his nose nudges against your jaw, hot air warming up your neck.

“Is that enough?” His voice is, somehow, more husky than usual — but still unerringly adoring.

“Uhm—” Then, hips jumping out into his touch — unconsciously, might you add— “Just — faster, please.”

“Greedy.” He means to admonish you, but Kento is no less indulgent than he usually is; pressing down harder, petting at you with wet sounds that reverberate through the room — shlikshlikshlik— even adding another finger to the mix, like he simply can’t hold himself back any further. It’s liable to drive you insane, the sheer sensuality of it all — the shivery, excitable pleasure that zips up and down your legs, the stuttering breath in your chest. When you gasp out, hardly able to hold your sounds in your throat, his breath comes out laboured. “There you go, darling. Take what you need.”

You’re humping into his hand like an excitable virgin, panting low in your chest as his fingers and palm grind against the slippery flesh of you. It should be embarrassing, the raw abandon you move with, but there’s nothing but fondness in Kento’s face, and your need burns you up from the inside. You’d push him onto his back and have your way with him if you had the strength — for now, you can only continue to flex your aching thighs up, shivering as the tell-tale shocks of your impending orgasm begin to creep along your spine. It's never usually this quick.

“Fuck— F-Fuck, Kento — oh, I’m—” Your mouth falls open, knuckles aching where they grasp at the sheets — your body tensing all over, waiting for the dam to break, for your body to lose complete control of itself — “Hah, I’m gonna cum — oh, I’m cumming, what the fuck, I’m—”

In seconds, Kento’s mouth is on yours — sloppy and messy, the way he only gets in the throes of passion when he cares more about your pussy squeezing his fingers than any sense of propriety. You’re not even lucid enough to kiss him back — your entire body, entire mind, is trembling with your orgasm; pussy squeezing uncontrollably around him, clit throbbing against his palm. Your toes curl and your legs kick out, frantic to ground yourself in some way, but—

“Mmf— God—” What feels like minutes later, gasping, you pull away from Kento’s lips, shuddering heavily as air filters back into your spent, pleasure-ridden body. Your entire lower half feels numb, staticky and half-dead; your head swims with a dizzying mix of endorphins and fatigue — the sudden hours of socialising and drinking hit you like a brick. If you had been sleepy before, you were bone-dead now.

You’re still twitching with the aftershocks of it all when Kento places a chaste kiss upon your forehead, slipping his fingers out of you — and, not even realising that your eyes had closed, you crack open one to peer at him.

Kento smiles, and pets his clean hand over your hair. A single strand of blond sits awry, drifting low over his forehead; between his legs, a large tent presses up against his pyjama pants. Other than that, he’s perfect — you’d never guess he just finger-blasted you to mars and back. “How are we doing?”

Limp and syrupy-soft, you blink up at him. “Hi.”

He watches as your eyes drift shut again, head flopping sideways to rest against the pillows. His question of “Bed time?” is a rhetorical one; nevertheless, you give him a half-baked semblance of a nod.

“Mhm.”

“Alright. I’m going to clean up.”

“Mmf.”

Chuckling to himself, he begins to shift to get off the bed — but your hand grasps his wrist just before he can get out of reach. He glances down at you. “Yes?”

“I’m gunna… give you… such… good head… in the morning…” A large snore follows your statement, and your hand falls to your side — and just like that, after almost an hour of bribing and convincing and urging, you’re dead to the world. Snoring your little head away and curled up towards his side of the bed, like you're waiting for him.

Kento shakes his head to himself all the way to the bathroom — off the bed, across the carpet, into the ensuite. As he stands in the bathroom, washing his hands under that cold, fluorescent light, he notices his smile hadn’t dimmed, not even once.

Never a dull moment, he supposes. He can stand to live with that.

[jiujitsukaisen]

nanago

[hyperfixationsporfavor]

An Early Morning

Author's Note: A super short fic involving Nanami and his pregnant wife have morning s*x. I just feel like he'd treat his pregnant wife so lovingly. I'm not really experienced at writing smut so any feedback is appreciated.

Warnings: nsft, pregnancy

Your husband was a morning person, a quality the two of you didn’t share. So when Kento woke you up at 6 in the morning he knew to be prepared with coffee and a cinnamon roll from the bakery down the street. 

“You're lucky you're cute,” you griped, sipping your espresso. 

Cute was an understatement. He had just got back from his morning run, his tousled blonde hair and fitted work out clothes made you want to pounce on him, and your pregnancy hormones weren’t helping. 

He kissed your cheek, resting a hand on your swollen stomach. 

“I’m going to get in the shower,” he leaned closer. “Do you want to join me?”

~

“Kento,” you murmured, burying your face into the crook of his neck. 

You leaned against him as he used his fingers to massage your clit, taking his time and making sure he was extracting the right reaction out of you. The warm water from the showerhead cascaded down over the both of you, igniting your already aroused nerves. 

You kissed his freckled shoulder.

“Kento, I want you inside of me,” you moaned. 

So he gently pushed you against the shower wall, slowly kissing you and massaging your breasts. You gasped into his mouth when you felt him push himself inside you. Your cries growing louder and louder after every thrust. After some time a familiar pressure took over you. 

“I’m close,” you choked out. “I’m- I’m-”

Your orgasm washed over your entire body.

After a few more thrusts Kento groaned, stilling against you as he filled you. 

“I love you,” he whispered.

You smiled. 

“I love you too.” 

~

The End. 

[austajunk]

DO YOU KNOW, I almost never see spicy Komanami art content? Shall we correct? >3

Hell yeah, Komanami deserves the world (and all the spice~).

Hope ya don't mind me trying to practice some comicking junk with this request~

[vasiktomis]

Kento Nanami is NOT a daddy dom who talks during sex. He is NOT sensual. He’d get visibly irritated that he has to break away from his book, say some shit like “let’s get this over with” and undo the top button of his long sleeved pajama set. He would last seconds and be silent the entire time. If he doesn’t fall asleep inside you immediately after nutting (which he would) you’d realise his eyes were watering because in those 7 seconds he experienced half a lifetime of repressed emotion.