#nanami on the brain

[o4i0n]

came across a tiktok where the bride surprises the groom with her ‘spicy’ photos throughout their wedding day and all i can think of is pulling a stunt like that with nanami .. the embarrassingly bright flush that appears in red splotches below his neck that creeps up his ears; the way he blinks at the polaroids you discreetly slip into his clammy hand before he looks at you, then away again as he clears his throat to dismiss his reaction; the flustered smile that quirks up at the corner of his lips as he chuckles because the timing could not be any more perfect (for you, at least. it isn’t for him but he’d let it slide).

the pictures aren’t too explicit—god knows you’ve been more brazen in the past with your now-husband. they’re sensual, tasteful, and you know that they’re just right when kento tries to pull you away to somewhere secluded during the busy moments in between your reception since he told you that your guests can wait a few minutes. you tell him no, not yet, but not without handing him another polaroid.

even if he kind of expected it, he can never truly prepare himself when he flits his eyes down. you’re donned in lingerie that hugs your body in all the right places, and best of all, the set you’re wearing shares the same shade of blue as his signature dress shirt.

he can’t wait for the formalities to end.

[nappingmoon]

modern au where your husband nanami is a literature professor and he sits you on his lap while he reads essays and prepares lecture material. he gets so used to the weight of you on his thigh, the warmth of your body against his, that eventually, he finds that he cannot focus without you there.

nanami is a little sheepish when he enters the living room, hemming a little bit in a way that’s very uncharacteristic of your lover. your eyes stray from the show playing on the television, now curiously tracking his small movements. you pause the contents on the tv before greeting him. “hi baby, you okay? how’s grading going?”

nanami’s hand reaches up to adjust his glasses before he releases a little sigh. “not well, my love.” his voice is quiet, the deep timber a comforting sound. he walks into the kitchen as he continues, “I’ve been working on reading these papers, but I find my mind straying far too much.” he finishes his sentence while pouring water into the kettle, placing it then on the stove.

“is that so?” you ask, leaning over the arm of the chair, enjoying, as always, the sight of your lover doing mundane tasks— the domesticity of it never ceasing to affect you, even after years of marriage. “where’s your mind been going?” despite the question, you have an idea and the smile on your face betrays it.

nanami hesitates as retrieves two cups from the cupboard; the beautiful, delicate china a wedding gift that has become the staple for holding your evening teas. “you, darling. though it is becoming apparent that you already knew that, tease.” he grumps at the end without malice.

“I assumed, but I always love to hear it.” you giggle in return. “want me to come keep you company?”

he’s nearly done pouring your teas, steeping the loose leaves in your favorite tea holders. “yes, please. if you’d like, you can watch your show in the room. I just prefer you do it next to me.”

“that’s alright, I was getting bored of it anyways. plus, i’d rather watch that quirk in your eyebrow when you find that your student has used ‘perchance’ incorrectly again.”

“minx.” he chides. “keep making fun of me and i’ll forget to put in your sugar.”

“I yield! I yield,” you laugh, raising your hands high in defeat. “it’s far too bitter without the sugar, I don’t know how you make do.”

the small spoon clinks as he finishes stirring in your honey and sugar, and he lays it down in the sink before picking up the cups, each sitting in their own decorated porcelain plates. you rise from the couch, quickly pressing the ‘off’ button on the remote before padding over to your husband.

you gently nudge your way under his arm, wary of the tea he’s carrying, and nuzzle yourself into him. you walk in tandem to your room approaching the warm glow of his desk lamp. “I don’t need any more sugar; you’re enough for me, sweetness.”

a/n: you can’t just say perchance

[izhyperfixates]

@mintmatcha reminds me of your foster parent nanami fics

[summikomi]

jjk smau: just a nibble! (you bite them)

ft. gojo, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, nobara, megumi, yuuji

cw: suggestive content

this is so silly. sorry for the minor disappearance, life got crazy. hopefully more stable uploads from now on!

[oceanreveuse]

big beefy men with all their body hair (that they know you love so much) and blowjobs… god specifically blowjobs. he’s watching you struggle to take his length into your throat, gagging and spluttering when your nose buries into his pubes until you pull yourself off, gasping and messy. you nuzzle into his happy trail, rubbing your soft cheek against the coarse hair and he’s literally all heart-eyes for you… not to mention when you busy yourself with his heavy balls oh lawwwd.. (〃ω〃)

[wttcsms]

thinking about character who’s hot, an actual gentleman, successful — he’s the whole package, honestly. he even cares more about getting his girlfriends off than focusing on his own pleasure. he’s perfect! he doesn’t argue with his girlfriends, he never loses his patience with them, and he’s loyally devoted to them. his perfection is the actual problem, though. all of his girlfriends have broken up with him because he’s just too perfect. his collected exterior never chips, never breaks. no one gets under his skin. no one has ever made him want to lose control, to just give into his desires and wants. what he desires, what he wants, is to be free to be absolutely insane about his lover. he wants an all-consuming, passionate type of love, and he wants to give into carnal pleasure and fuck his girl like a wild animal.

but again, he’s perfect, sweet, gentlemanly character. he can’t give into his base desires; he’s not a barbarian. besides, none of his previous girlfriends have ever tested his boundaries, never made him feel like he was losing his grip on his self control.

until you. sweet, young, kind you. the new assistant working for the company. you’re shy and inexperienced about a lot of things, but you’re not like him. you’re genuinely good. you’re just so cute and soft, it’s a wonder how the world hasn’t squashed you yet. not like he’d let that happen.

and from the minute he met you, every fiber of his being felt like it was being electrified. one conversation with you, shared glances from across the hallway, and his carefully constructed self restraint is crumbling. what he desires, what he wants, what he needs, is you.

(tl;dr: he’s the hunter trying to control himself, to keep you safe, and you’re willing prey.)

[slvttyplum]

and if i say nanami is the sluttiest man in jjk… like ik he would put you through the mattress so good. i need a taste idk

[gojoed]

"oh my god satoru you look so cute here!"

"wait wait wait, don't look at those!"

you were currently holding a picture of satoru in your hands. it's nothing you haven't done before, going to the corner store and flipping through recently printed pictures of you and your friends after waiting a week for them to develop.

but this time you weren't holding snapshots of suguru having permanent marker on his face while sleeping or ridiculous photos of satoru and shoko grabbing onto each others hair, fighting over who gets to get the last snack from their stash. this time you held a photo of satoru, except younger. exponentially younger. as in, you just got your hands on a photo of satoru the moment he was born. literally.

like every other newborn he had that faint pink shade on his soft skin, button nose, and little hands that had the chubbiest of fingers. you swore you fell in love all over again with him.

the grown up version of the baby however did not feel the same. he didn't think a visit to his family's prestigious estate would lead to you seeing the one photo he would rather die than having any one of his friends see. he'd rather have you take a photo of him falling flat on his face on a pile of garbage actually.

how you came across that photo of him, he has no idea. you both were currently residing in his old bedroom, laid down on the old tatami mats that still smelled new. all he remembers is you getting up to look for something within the old cabinets of his room before you exclaimed about your recent discovery.

"oh there's more, lemme see."

"nononononono, no! you've already seen enough!"

satoru tried desperately to snatch the small box of photos that was now on the floor. seriously who put this here?? — maybe his mother heard of how he was bringing you along for the weekend and planted a little surprise for you to find. he was unsuccessful, again, as you seemed to be faster than the strongest now since the box was now sitting on your lap — the stack of photos now in your hands as you flipped through them one by one.

"you used to wear such cute things too! look at that, it's a little onesie with a duck pattern!"

satoru was now internally screaming, his ears blowing out steam now from embarrassment. they must be, since he could feel his face rise in temperature faster than ever, he might even be a new shade of scarlet now. he's resorted now to lying face first on the floor, burying his face in his arms trying to shield himself from your commentary.

he didn't budge when you poked him with your fingers, trying to show him photos of his even younger self. satoru won't deny it, he was cute as a baby. the cutest even (his ego was whispering that) — but to have you witness him in all his newborn glory? that was too much for him. now his image was shattered (the one he created in his head), you won't look at him the same anymore. you'll only think the words cute and adorable, and so on after this. no more comments on how hot he was, how undeniably attractive his smile was.

satoru gojo, was indefinitely, ruined.

that was at least his way of thinking. you were internally dying on the inside.

to think that at such a young age, satoru still held the most striking pair of eyes you've ever seen. even as a baby you could see that he held the heavens and even the depths of hell in them. you can see why many people whispered how his birth had changed everything in the jujutsu world.

but even so, you couldn't bring yourself to care about those old rumors. right now, you were focusing on just how cute he used to look, back when he was just a couple of pounds and was drowning in innocence that any baby had.

"hey satoru?"

"..mm?", well at least you got a reaction.

"who took these photos anyway?"

you had to wait a few seconds until you heard him shuffle, moving on all fours before sitting up and placing himself right next to you. the embarrassment had died down, just a bit. there was still evident pink on his neck, ears, and cheeks.

"it was mostly just my mom and the maids. they were the ones who always dressed me up too."

that made you smile, the image of a fussy satoru not wanting to put baby gloves on with a matching outfit — it was too good not to imagine. a few moments passed before satoru carefully snatched a handful of photos from you. you were about to protest when he began telling you the story behind each of them, or well, the ones he could remember.

maybe you seeing him like that wasn't so bad after all.

p.s., now he's totally gonna send some of these to the group chat. bet he was a cuter looking baby than suguru and shoko anyway.

[lees-chaotic-brain]

Which one of the JJK men/boys would grab your hand, wait for a bit and then raise it up to press a kiss to your knuckles?

this is very cute. it also got very out of control. and the haikyuu boys joined. i apologize.

How would/would he kiss your hand??

Bows with a dramatic flourish and takes your hand like he's going to kiss it. Instead he started chewing on your knuckles, ignoring your swatting and screeching in favor of gnawing and drooling all over your hand

GOJO, inumaki, toji (if he's in a playful mood), ATSUMU

The two of you are cuddling, your intertwined hands resting on his chest as he leans against your front. You're using your free hand to scroll through social media when he picks up your hand and presses your palm to his lips, lingering there for a moment. When you look down at him curiously, he just gives you a sappy grin and tells you he loves you.

geto, OSAMU, SUGAWARA, asahi, akaashi, YAMAGUCHI, YUUJI

Kisses your hands when you dance in the kitchen, or on romantic dates. Not an everyday occurrence, but when it happens it's always very sweet and tender. He's a gentleman through and through.

NANAMI, daichi, AKAASHI, megumi, kuroo (he tries)

Why would he kiss your hands when he can kiss all over your adorable face and lips???

BOKUTO, YUUJI, oikawa, NISHINOYA, atsumu, HINATA, INO

That's really cheesy and embarrassing. Why would he ever do that?

megumi, TSUKISHIMA, sukuna, SAKUSA

Maybe during quiet moments at home. He doesn't like pda, but he supposes it's fine if you're not in public.

MEGUMI, sakusa (if he knows your hands are clean), iwaizumi, kenma

Wants to, but he's too shy </3

YUUTA, YAMAGUCHI, ASAHI, choso

Too dense to consider kissing your hand.

KAGEYAMA, USHIJIMA

[bunnyboyjuice]

Nanami was a big man. His body filled out in all the right places. His burly thighs bulging in his khakis, his muscular arms struggling underneath that white button up shirt. Especially when he wore his suspenders that squeezed his back keeping his blade taut against his muscular form. It was a sight for sore eyes to watch your husband undress at night coming home from work. His muscualr but still soft body looking like a delicious meal just for you. Hearing him sigh as he unbuttons his uncomfortable slacks and dropping his shirt to the floor making your eyes rove over his pecs and tummy with need. It drove you wild watching his large fingers skillfully undo his tie.

While on the other hand Nanami knew what to do with all of his hefty body which was pin you down and treat you right. Those nights his muscular biceps where at either side of your head caging you between him and the bed while his hip piston that girthy cock in and out of you. His grunts and groans filled air as he rutted in and out of your plump pussy. The creaking and groaning in rhythmic time as your moans filling up the room in a lewd harmony. Nanami’s big hands now trailing to your waist holding you.

White dots fill your vision as your toes curl you moans getting louder and louder your pussy gushing as you could felt Nanami’s cock kissing your gummy walls. Nanami moaned louder his thrust getting sloppier by the second the pace getting more and more uneven until his warm sticky seed filled you up.

Nanami gazed down at you his soft hazel eyes so full of love for you as he pressed a kiss to your soft pillowy lips. As he pulled out and he walked away to get a warm towel to clean you up with. Another thing you could appreciate about Nanami’s size was the way his warmth enveloped you. His large polar bear arms swaddling you as he scooped you up pulling you closer to him in bed before lay the covers over both of you. It made you feel safe and warm.

[tojisdove]

any sweetheart wanna send thirsts so I can ramble for a bit orrrrr 😋😋💗💗

[iwannabeanelfyaknow]

5️⃣7️⃣

[delulustateofmind]

CW: Smut, MDNI. Cunnilingus. P in V. Tame was going to be yandere, but you'll recieve tame smut for today.

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I'm thinking about how you're trying to slip out of Nanami's arms so early in the morning. A whole extra hour earlier than needed, or so he thinks.

You move with practiced care, lifting the heavy weight of his arm draped over your waist, only for him to shift. His brow furrows, and with the reflex of someone far too aware, he pulls you back against his chest with one strong arm. The warm palm of his hand presses flat against your stomach, holding you still, anchoring you to the mattress as his deep voice breaks through the stillness.

“Where are you going?” It’s a low, rumbling question, his words muffled against your shoulder as he leans in to place a kiss there—lazy and warm.

“I have to go in early today,” you whisper, trying to wiggle free again. “Work.”

His grip tightens just enough to make you relent, his lips pressing against your neck this time, lingering in sleepy defiance. “They don’t pay you enough to steal my mornings,” he grumbles. The weight of him, the heat radiating off his body, and the scratch of his voice—everything is against your escape.

“Kento—”

“Thirty more minutes.” He doesn’t sound like he’s negotiating. Another kiss lands on your jaw, his hand splaying across your stomach as if to prove his point. “I’ll let you leave then.”

"I have a meeting," you protest softly, trying again to wriggle out of his grasp. But Nanami Kento is a steady man, and you’ve never won against his resolve.

Before you can even make another excuse, you feel him shift behind you—measured and deliberate, the way he always moves. An arm snakes down to pull your knees up to your chest, the motion careful but insistent. The protest dies on your lips when you feel the press of his mouth against the back of your thighs, his lips leaving slow, indulgent kisses on your skin as he settles exactly where he wants to be.

“You’re paid for eight hours, correct?” His voice is a low murmur against your skin, calm and matter-of-fact, but there’s an edge of finality there. “You’re not exactly granted overtime, so don’t insist on leaving.”

You open your mouth to argue—because you should—but the feeling of his lips brushing over your skin again, trailing their way to your heat. Placing soft lucid kisses on the wet mound.

“You’re impossible,” you grumble weakly, looking down at him, his eyes meeting yours for a moment as he brings his his free hand to rub tight circles on your clit. Kissing your core gently along the clothed slit.

“And you’re far too dedicated,” he counters, settling himself more comfortably against you, “This is my time. Your office can wait.”

You bit your lip in response, your body was far too sensitive right now from just waking up that you couldn't help but squirm and buck your hips as he teased you with soft kisses and the slow rubbing of your sensitive nub.

“Not playing fair, Kento,” you manage to breathe out, each word punctuated with short, frustrated breaths as you squirm in his hold.

Your efforts are in vain. Nanami remains unshakable, his composure steady as ever—though there’s a flicker of amusement in the low hum he gives in response. His arm, still holding your knees effortlessly to your chest, seems to loosen just slightly, but you know better than to think it’s a victory.

“You’re the one who tried to leave,” he replies, his voice smooth and maddeningly calm. Slowly, the pressure of his grip relents, but it’s only so he can glide a hand down to your soft panties, slowly pulling them to the side. Looking down at your wet lips, barely grazing a finger over your slit as he kisses the fat of your thighs, gently sucking and nipping the skin.

The room feels warmer now, his body heat and the weight of his presence anchoring you in place. Even as he eases off just enough to let you move, you find yourself staying right where he wants you—trapped, as always. You held your knees to your chest as you tried to hide your face.

“You’re terrible,” you mutter weakly, though the way your breath hitches undermines any real bite in your words. The way he begun to slowly kiss your pussy. Gliding his tongue along the slit before diving deep inside, lapping away.

“Only when you insist on being unreasonable,” he murmurs back, his voice calm and steady even as his lips press firmly against your hardened clit. The barest smile ghosts over his face, like he’s savoring every second of your frustration. “Now, stop squirming.”

Nanami moves so slowly, so deliberately, that it’s almost torturous. His tongue slides between your folds, warm and soft as he lets it push deep inside, tongue-fucking you with a rhythm so measured it makes your head spin. The obscene sound of him lapping up your arousal echoes in the quiet room, punctuated only by the filthy moan he lets out when he grips the plush curve of your thighs, pushing your legs higher to spread you open even more.

“Can’t believe my future wife was going to leave me in bed alone,” he says between languid, teasing licks, his voice rumbling low against you. He shifts slightly, his lips wrapping around your throbbing clit, pulling the sensitive nub into a long, indulgent suck that makes your entire body jerk.

A gasp escapes your lips, your hands clutching at the sheets in a weak attempt to ground yourself as your pussy clenches around nothing, desperate for more. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, just keeps toying with you, alternating between sucking and licking with a patience that leaves you trembling.

“Please,” you finally pant out, the word breaking into a moan as he flicks his tongue over your clit again, slow and precise. “I won’t—”

“You won’t go in early?” he muses, pulling back just enough to look up at you, his gaze locking with yours. His face is half-hidden between your legs, but there’s a glint in his eye, something almost teasing as his tongue darts out to lick another stripe up your soaked cunt. He looks at you like a man starving—like a puppy eager to please its owner.

“Be a good girl?” he murmurs, his words muffled as he dives back in, his tongue pushing deep once more.

By the time the first alarm goes off (the one you both press snooze on usually), your body is wracked with pleasure, climax hitting you so hard you don’t even register that he’s moved. You only notice when the thick, leaky tip of his cock presses against your entrance, the sensation making you shudder all over again.

“I’ll be fast,” he pants softly, his voice rough as he pushes himself inside, his movements gentle even as you’re still shaking from the aftermath of his tongue. His hands soothe over your thighs as he sinks deeper, a low groan rumbling from his chest.

“Just one more,” he whispers against your lips, pressing a kiss there as he begins to move. “You’ll make it to work—I promise.”

You couldn't respond besides the O that formed on your lips, your walls clenching around his hardened angry cock that was already wanting to paint your walls white.

Nanami gently moved your legs to wrap around his waist, his motions deliberate and controlled as he set a slow, steady rhythm. It was unlike the rushed mornings you were both used to—this time, he was savoring it, coaxing your body to loosen around him before he drove in deep. The tip of his cock brushed that perfect spot inside you, dragging a gasp from your lips as his mouth found your cheek, pressing soft, tender kisses against your heated skin.

He wasn’t typically one to indulge like this before work; neither of you were. But this morning felt different, like an unspoken agreement to take your time. The warmth of his body pressed against yours, the measured pace of his thrusts, and the quiet praise whispered against your ear—it all felt so unhurried, so right.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, a thread of restraint woven into it as his hands steadied your hips. He stayed buried deep, rocking into you just enough to keep the pleasure rolling through you, to remind you how perfectly he fit inside you.

The moment your walls clenched around him so tightly, he let out a quiet groan, his composure finally starting to fray. Your lips found his chest, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses that turned into faint marks, your own body desperate to hold onto him as he quickened his pace—just slightly, just enough.

When he finally spilled deep inside, his movements stilled, and he let out a soft, ragged breath, his forehead pressing gently to yours. The final alarm broke the silence a moment later, the sound almost mocking in its timing.

“Right on time,” Nanami murmured, a faint, satisfied smile tugging at his lips as he pressed slow, lingering kisses along your neck and jaw. The warmth of his words and his touch left you boneless, sinking further into him as he whispered against your skin.

“I told you,” he added quietly, his tone teasing but soft, “no overtime.”

[carissime]

Is there anything hotter than your fav going, “Aww, baby, I know…” in such a condescending tone as he’s absolutely railing you.

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

Part 2. This time its the Tokyo Five (As I named them) Headcanons in the reblog tags appreciated

[bluuscreen]

gay people are REAL!!! and also hifumi is there