I know I don’t usually make text posts but I’ve been having Nanami Kento brain rot recently and.
I headcanon that Nanami plays ACNH. When he has days off from work, he’d like to rest at home and when he takes a break from reading books he’d play on his switch!!
Initially he wouldn’t admit he plays ACNH
He would have so many Cafe & Bakery spots on his Island,,,
His Island would probably be so neat, well organised, and pretty with lots of flowers and plants!
His house would be minimalist and practical (being able to interact with all furniture)
Has reached high friendship levels and got photo frames from all his villagers
Probably would go for village and cottagecore theme, and would like decorating the beach the most.
LOVES visiting the Museum and taking so many pictures, especially with you when you two are playing together
Doesn’t discriminate or bully villagers
He would have so much bells?? He’d probably spoil you by giving you a lot of bells, help you pay off your debts, and gift presents when he visits your island
Would send you lots of letters with practical gifts or items to complete your wish list. He’d keep the captions short and to the point though,,
Never lets Gojo visit his island, not even via dreamcode
You as his s/o bugging him to play together and he does so but plays it off as “I’m only doing this because you bugged me to”, when in reality he’s having the time of his lifeee
Would ignore your attempts to have a bug net battle
“Terraforming is sh*t”
Probably has a huge soft spot for Hazel the squirrel
That’s all for now lol,,, feel free to send in your ACNH Nanami headcanons if you have any
remind yourself to thank the heavens for rainy weather later on. sure, a week’s worth of laundry and muddied rubber shoes await your attention, but how could you? how could you manage to peel yourself away from where the bed dipped to adapt to your sleeping position, wriggle out of the blanket that had begun to absorb your warmth, and now shielded you from the cold?
the skies weep on your behalf. another body laying flush against your back, cupping you perfectly in the curve of their chest.
broken snores and limp hands are wrapped around your waist — a signal that they are still fast asleep, earning you free reign to turn and litter their face with kisses, smiling after each one.
it was quite funny, if you were being honest. the other’s face smooshed into one side where the pillow dipped and crinkled with a small pool of drool. their face was absent of any wrinkle indicating stress and it makes your heart swell. to be able to behold their state of vulnerability and calm.
it was moments like these that made you question whether or not you were even truly human. mortal. flesh and blood. you could’ve sworn you were fully engulfed by this lightness of being; all your humanly weight stripped off by the moment. skin and blood cowering away from you with each kiss and touch.
you lay on your back to look at the ceiling while rain play their song around you, drumming in disorganized harmony over surfaces. the curtain gently flaps to accomodate the chilly breeze, and birds rush past in search for shelter.
yes. you are in fact here. in the moment. in the flesh.
something shifts beside you.
their eyes meet yours, still droopy and puffy from sleep. you offer them a small smile while they slowly blink in the morning light and mouth you a ‘good morning’.
you playfully wrinkle your nose to complain about morning bad breath, earning a groan and even more stirring from the other figure. each giggle and hum sheds sleep away from the both of you.
it was moments like these where you hug them a little tighter, kiss them a little deeper, and hold them a little closer. you fear anything less than that will reduce either of you to a barely-present spectre.
you want to feel the rough pads of their fingers caress every surface of you skin, you want to savor the way chapped morning lips press itself against your shoulder, or how you both fit perfectly into each other in all aspects.
everything is sealed in them pulling you back flush into their skin, your hands curled into little fists in the smallest of spaces between you two. chapped lips press themselves on your forehead. familiar breaths tickle your hair. you can almost feel their steady heartbeats where your forehead rested against their chest.
hands find their way through the sheets to trace patterns on the expanse of your skin that by now, you swear ghosts of mandala designs litter your back. under your breath, you hum a thank you to the grey skies — for the moment, for your lover’s gentle heaving chest, and for being flesh and blood.
notes: i was scrolling through my notes app and found this little thing. i thought it’d be a waste to assign a specific character so i left it open, but you can look at the tags for some character suggestions too. take care!!
>> all words by aero 2021. please do not plagiarize.
Yandere that truly loves you and is willing to destroy anything and anyone to ensure your health and happiness >>>>>>>> yandere that breaks your mind for the fun of it
Basically mei raiden’s quote “if saving you is a sin I will gladly become a sinner” to kiana kaslana.
he lightly but provocatively brushes his lips against your fingers when he insists that you put the candy in his mouth; and the way he takes you by surprise holding eye contact as he bites into the candy before pulling away with a smug, mischievous glow burning like fire in his eyes at the way you hurriedly clear your throat, and he just tilts his head while ‘innocently’ asking you, “are you alright?” or the way he likes leaning on the wall or a door frame when he talks to you, regardless of whether you’re in public or not. something about the lazy, carefree posture and the little tilt of his head while he looks at you does things to your heart. his eyes trail after you as move around the room or when you’re speaking to him and he can’t hear you well, he casually leans in closer to your lips to catch what you’re saying.
⤷Itadori
the way he can go from being an adorable, giggly mess to being hot in a split second. one minute, you’re play-fighting, him keeping you at arm’s length to avoid your tickling, annoyed but gleeful giggles and laughs escaping from his mouth, and the next, he’s boldly getting into your space until your back is pressed against a wall. or the way he lies with his hand behind his head as he lazily but intently watches you get ready for work in the morning or a night out with friends; his eyes are soft and fixed as they follow your every move. and when you ask what he’s looking at, he just shrugs his shoulders and says, ‘i can’t help it, you’re so pretty’ as he flashes a smile in your direction.
⤷Fushiguro
he has a habit of putting his hand on your thigh when you’re sitting next to him, it’s instinctual at this point. he places one hand on your thigh while the other lazily scrolls on his phone, or when he’s driving and you’re in the passenger seat, he drums his fingers on your skin to the beat of the song playing on the radio while one hand is on the steering wheel. or the way his hand on your waist or back but non-sexually. when you’re in his way or blocking his way to something or somewhere, he gently moves you by the waist, casually saying “excuse me, baby” his voice deep and so low that only you can hear it. he also instinctively guides you through crowds by putting his hand on the small of your back.
Your eyes were glued to your coworker; face stone serious and fingers diligently typing away.
Frowning, you push your head onto your outstretched arms. He had you in an iron grip and he didn’t even know it. You put so much effort into making him take notice of you; changing your makeup and hair almost every week, making sure your clothes advantaged your body in the absolute best way possible.
Everyone noticed. Everyone complimented and threw clever flirts your way. Everyone wanted to talk to you, find out your opinion, everyone wanted you to take notice of them.
Everyone but him.
“Do you have last week’s report?” His voice made shivers run down your spine, yet the feeling was bittersweet, the lack of a name at the end of his request making tears well up in the corners of your eyes.
You blinked and lifted your head “Yeah,” you replied curtly “Give me a minute.”
Letting out a sigh, the blonde leaned back in his chair for a moment. You stared, bathing your eyes in the absolute sight of him, the laboured groan that followed making your very core tighten.
Inhaling, you bit down on your lip as you looked through files “Here it is,” your fingers brushed against his as you passed the folder. He seemed to pause for a moment, making your breath practically disappear, before nodding and giving a small thank you.
Leaning forward once more, you wanted to scream; why can’t you want me?
“That hairclip,”
his voice moved through your stupor.
“is really practical.”
It was a simple compliment (if you could call that a compliment), but it made your heart ready to burst.
And a few weeks later, when inevitably asked about the consistency of that specific hairclip in your outfits, you who changed constantly, you shrugged “It’s just…practical.” you almost sighed out, glancing at your coworker; his face stone serious, fingers diligently typing away.
you didn’t mind night shifts; they’re quiet, not many people to serve, and the ones that did enter didn’t give you much trouble. Customers were mostly limited to salarymen working in the large skyscraper next door. Shuffling in at late hours in the evening, eyebags painfully prominent and answers curt. They never stayed for very long, you’d see them for a week, two, three at the very most after which they would simply not come any more.
you didn’t blame them.
there was one person, however, who had been showing up every night at the exact same hour since the day you first started. The two of you seemed to have had your first shift on that exact same day. He could tell from the way your face scrunched up when trying to figure out why the machine didn’t scan his instant meal and how to apply the discount he had given you the coupon for. He was patient, not rushing and biding you to take your time.
since then, at 2 am every night for the past month, you would have his usual order ready for him to pick up at the till. The time saved looking for the items, he would spend making idle conversation with you. His voice was comforting and he never seemed to say things just for the sake of saying them. The fact that he was easy on the eyes was just another bonus.
you had started to wait for him to come, looking at the clock, heart pounding as the hours slowly passed. you’d look in the mirror under the desk at 1:40, making sure everything was in place, tucking away stray strands and assuming a nonchalant position. but he could tell, you knew he could and yet, apart from a gentle knowing smile he never brought it up.
the sound of the bell made you almost jump.
“hello.”
the always comforting voice rang out throughout the store, steps hurriedly moving towards the till. you stood to your feet and gave him a smile “rough day huh?”
he sighed, pulling the leather wallet from his back pocket “it’s not good to be doing so many night shifts, you know.” he muttered, counting the coins.
shrugging, you scanned his items and opened the till “pot calling the kettle.” his fingers brushed against the palm of your hand as he handed you the money, his ever observant eyes catching the light flush that spread across your cheeks as they did.
“I can say that now,” he paused for a moment, measuring his words “it’s my last shift.”
the words seemed to hit you harder than acknowledged, the only sound in the store being the crinkling of the instant meal and the flickering lightbulb your manager had promised to fix a month ago. You laughed, fingers shaking as you reached to give him his change “Is,Is,” steadying your voice you lifted the coins in your palm “Is that so?”
the clatter on the floor made you swear under your breath, immediately rushing from behind the counter to pick them up “Sorry,” you mumbled, not noticing him kneel down beside “I guess I’m tired.”
looking up, you could see his eyes trained on you and you were suddenly all too aware of your quivering bottom lip, your burning cheeks, your eyes starting to fill with tears. Nanami had always been a comfort to you, making the night shift just that much bearable, you didn’t realise he had grown to be so much more.
but he had and he was somewhat happy his going away was making you flustered, it gave him courage to ask something he had been brooding on the entire week.
“Do you have tomorrow off?”
raising to your feet, you pass the change to him “What’s that?”
“You’re not working tomorrow,correct?”
“No, my manager said it’s been too many night shifts and I’m basically forced to take a break even though I told him I don’t need a break but he’s just so-!”
Pairing: Nanami x Female Reader Characters: Nanami Kento, surprise person (let’s be real you can probably guess lmao) Rating:NSFW Content: d/s dynamic, blowjob, cum swallowing, dacryphilia, dumbification, threesome, degradation, praise
PLEEEEASE the way this man could take me into overtime O_O
Okay we all know Nanami is a dilf without kids let’s be real
It wasn’t exactly an odd occurrence. Being called to the study that Nanami typically resides in. It was just his wording… I need you here now. Usually he’d put it across as more of a request rather than a demand. It feels awfully similar to the events that usually take place after work hours.
“You called for me?” Your voice is quiet as you gently tap on the open door. He doesn’t appear to be in any sort of distress. Nanami doesn’t even glance up, not a single flicker. “Shut the door and come here.” It’s that tone. The same one that never fails to make you weak at the knees. Instinctively, you do as your told. The door shuts and you glide over to where he sits behind a desk, shuffling piles of paper. “Knees.” That command you had heard a million times before was ringing though your head. Your eyes widen in disbelief. “But-” “I said knees.” This being the only moment that his eyes meet yours makes you immediately obey. “Good girl.” His large hand brushes over your hair, stroking you softly. Your eyes flutter shut, loving the feeling of him being gentle. You feel a familiar fabric wrap loosely around your neck. As you glance down you take notice of his tie. You tilt your head to the side in confusion. “Come.” He pulls you in by the tie, tightening it all the while guiding you to sit on the floor between his legs. Your hands rest on his muscular thighs as you look up at him, already diving into subspace and awaiting his next command.
Nanami gently grips your chin, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. He didn’t even need to use his words and you already knew what he wanted. Wasting no time, you reach up to undo his belt. Pictures of the night before where he used it to tie your hands together flash in your mind. He’s already hard. This must be why he called you in so urgently. You know all too well how much he hates wasting time, so you promptly follow the usual procedure.
Nanami has always been good at keeping a poker face. If not for his heavy breathing, you wouldn’t even know that he was enjoying himself. From just a minute your throat already hurts, suppose that’s from his almost unbelievable size. But then again, from the first encounter with him you knew he would be packing. He wraps the tie around his fist and pulls you up closer, slightly choking you to tighten the space in your throat. As he runs a hand loosely through his hair, you notice the veins on his hands coming to surface. God how they were so pretty. Especially when he’d wrap his hand around your neck. “That’s a good girl.” Nanami praises. His voice still low but evidently breathy. You loved seeing the effect you had on him, it was so hypnotising to see such a prideful man abandon his image and give himself over to pleasure.
By the way the muscles in his thighs started tensing you knew he was getting close. You suck your cheeks in more and take him deeper, trying to please him as best as possible. The faint sound of footsteps down the hallway makes you freeze. Sure, if anyone walked in they wouldn’t be able to see you with the desk covering the front. Yet you still panic ever so slightly. Nanami’s breath hitches at the loss. “Don’t stop no matter what.” He instructs, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You nod and carry on, trying to ignore the footsteps growing closer towards the room. Unsurprisingly, you hear the door swing open.
“Nanamiiiiiiii~” A cheery voice rings through the room. Your eyes widen at the sound. You look up to Nanami who keeps a straight face all the while choking you more. “Always working, boring!” The voice beams. “Better than someone who doesn’t work at all.” Nanami replies sternly, his voice having a slight shake to it. “What do you want?” You try your best to tune them out, focusing on the task you were appointed with. Nanami drops his grip on the tie and holds your head down, forcing you to deepthroat his cock. You can’t breathe, you feel the urge to pull back but a warm feeling spills into your throat. Once swallowing you pull away and cough, trying to get back the air that was taken. Once realising what you’d done, you slap your hand to your mouth and look up at Nanami, expecting him to be angry. Yet… he grimaces.
“Oh, I see~” The voice titters, stepping closer towards the desk. Your face flushes to a bright red. Nanami scoots back and looks down at you. “Come on out of there.” Hesitantly, you stand. Unable to even turn around and look at the other person in the room. Nanami guides you to sit down onto his desk. Your eyes peer over to the glass cabinet in the corner of the room that’s reflection just barely made out the image of him. Gojo Satoru. You can’t even bring yourself to look at Nanami, you simply keep your head down. “So that’s what you were doing.” Gojo snickers whilst stepping towards the desk. “And here I thought you were just a workaholic.” Nanami rolls his eyes while one of his hands traces circles on your thigh. “She can be a piece of work at times.” He teases, referring to the times you’d disobey his orders or act bratty. “Not today though. She’s been good.” His soft praise makes your eyes glaze over in submission, that was all it really took with him. “How interesting!” Gojo’s surprisingly cold fingertips gently trail against the back of your neck. “Perhaps you’d let your most dearest friend take her for a test drive.” You could just sense that idiotic smile even without looking at him. “By all means. But she only listens to me, good luck.” Nanami leans back in his chair and crosses his arms, watching the scene unfolding in front of his eyes. Gojo taps his chin in thought. “Then maybe you could give me a little head start. It’s only fair.”
Nanami cocks an eyebrow before staring intensely into your eyes. “Present.” His tone vibrates throughout your body. Before you even know it, you’re spreading your legs on the desk and flashing him your already soaked panties underneath your skirt. He smiles ever so slightly and shakes his head. “Not to me. Him.” Nanami motions his head towards Gojo’s direction. You can’t help but feel a mixture of arousal and embarrassment stirring inside you. You spin your body around and present yourself to the white haired man. Never in your life had you done something like this. Gojo grins widely. “What a pretty sight!” He grazes one of his fingers against the thin fabric of your underwear, causing you to jolt. “And already wet, how lovely.” He presses his finger slightly harder, right against your clit. You whine and grip the desk in anticipation.
Gojo taps two of his fingers against your bottom lip. “Suck for me darl~” His tone just as playful as ever. Hesitantly, you part your lips and allow him to place them in your mouth. Your tongue laps around his fingers, coating them in your saliva. You had craved to have your lips around something else of his but fingers would have to do for now. He pulls his hand away and pushes your panties to the side. Following no hesitation, Gojo pushes a finger inside. You gasp at the feeling of his cold and thin finger now grazing against your g-spot that he found with such ease. You whine as he inserts yet another finger. You tighten around him.
Nanami’s hands snake onto your hips, the familiar warmth from his fingers seeps into your skin along with the graze of calluses. You lean your head back onto his shoulder, panting against the stimulation. Nanami appears completely unbothered by the scene unravelling before him, yet you know that he’s just aching to touch you. The knot in your stomach tightens to an almost burning point. Your legs wrap around Gojo’s waist, pulling him in closer. You want this release. No. You need this release. Your body screams at you to let go, yet you don’t allow yourself. You fight back against the feeling that overwhelms every single nerve in your body. Over and over, you reject yourself the chance of an orgasm. You’ve been trained too well to accept the opportunity. Gojo seems rather confused but still amused at your flustered face, admiring your lustful expression. Once Nanami realises what’s happening, he smirks. “Hard to make her come, right?” He asks, trailing his fingers along your stomach. So close yet so far. ”Admittedly, yes.” Gojo chuckles to himself. “Never had this issue before. I can feel her getting close but then it disappears.” He tilts his head to the side as if to try and figure out what was going on. Nanami lays soft pecks on your neck sending tingles through your body. “She doesn’t come unless given permission. Such a good girl.” He whispers the latter into your ear. The sound of his praise just adding to your wetness.
“Please-” You whine, looking back at him with a delicious desperation to your eyes. Nanami kisses your temple and shakes his head. “Not me. I don’t have my fingers inside you right now.” Despite knowing exactly what was going on, you still blush at his dirty words. You turn to Gojo who smiles widely. “Can I please–” Your back arches off of Nanami as Gojo curls his fingers inside you, hitting another sweet spot. “I need it! Please!” Your soft whines soon turning to begging once you feel the build-up come rushing back. Gojo speeds up his fingers, watching the water spring to your eyes. “You can come.” Upon the discovery that it took just a mere 3 words to send you over the edge, Gojo marvelled in the power that he held. Your legs shake violently through the orgasm that felt twice as powerful all because of the edging.
Nanami moves away from you and joins Gojo on the other side of the desk, admiring the mess made of you. “Not bad. But it’s much better when she begs for me.” He gloats, shrugging his shoulders. You can barely focus on the words that they’re saying, all you can do is ride out the shaking. “By all means, show me.” Gojo motions for him to show how its done. A challenge easily accepted. Nanami steps forward and lifts you up off the desk. You can barely stand with your trembling legs. “Tell me, who do you want?” He asks. You can’t tear your eyes away from his, so hypnotising. “You! Please Nanami- please fuck me! I want you!” Your words make him grin. “Knees.” Immediately, you drop down wasting no time. His zipper is still down which makes it so much easier. You pull his underwear down just enough to slip his cock out. In a second, it’s sliding down your throat. Deep, deep down just the way he likes it. Nanami throws his head back, encouraging you to keep going. Nanami looks down at you, chest heaving and flushed face. “It’s not just me here.” His head jerks toward Gojo. You pull Gojo in by the hem of his shirt and briefly pull away from Nanami. Gojo assists in pulling down his pants, letting his cock spring free. With saliva already dripping around your mouth, you run your lips up his length, guiding your tongue to follow. One hand wraps around Nanami, pumping him while you suck off Gojo. Nanami’s hand tangles into your hair, telling you it’s his turn again. Over and over you swap between the two until they both reach their limit. You sit with your hands on the floor between your legs and stick out your tongue. The two of them stroke themselves, aiming for your throat as they finish around the same time. Their cum lands not only in your mouth but also on your cheek and partially in your hair.
They watch as you wipe your cheek and lick your fingertips clean. Nanami throws his head to the side almost seeming frustrated before lifting you up off the floor by your wrists. He grips your chin between his fingers. Your eyes linger towards Gojo who simply watches with a smug smile while slowly rubbing himself. Before you even know it, you’re pinned to the desk from behind. You push back against his crotch, feeling the hardness between your bare ass. With a slight grunt, Nanami thrusts himself inside of you. Despite being so wet, it hurts like crazy, your hole being stretched and insides pounded. You had been craving this for so long. Gojo makes his way to the other side of the desk and sits down on the chair, watching your face as you’re completely ruined. Your tongue falls from your mouth as you pant. Gojo takes it as an opportunity to put his thumb in your mouth while he continues to stroke himself. Instinctively, you start sucking which seems to make him laugh a little. ”Want it that bad?” He asks, leaning forward. Your eyes glue to his cock that leans against his toned abdomen. You nod and whimper, unable to use your words. Nanami angles himself to abuse your sweet spot. You lurch forward and yelp with tears in your eyes. Gojo stands from the seat and steps closer toward you. One hand gripping your hair, the other steadying his cock.
You stick out your tongue and lick at the tip that still has remnants of his cum. He pushes himself inside your mouth once again, reaching the very back of your throat. It only makes the tears trapped in your eyes fall down your cheeks. He thrusts his hips forward, never giving you the chance to do it yourself. Nanami’s hands almost bruise your hips from the force. Every snap of his hips makes your whine. If it weren’t for a full mouth, you’d be screaming out. “Aww she’s so cute, getting her holes stuffed.” Gojo cooes while still fucking your face. “She’s even crying.” He wipes a tear from your cheek and licks it from his finger. Nanami groans and speeds up. “That’s because she’s pathetic. Clamping down on me like this.” His hand swiftly makes contact with your ass, sending a stinging sensation through your body. You choke back on Gojo, saliva dripping down your chin and landing on the desk. You look up at him with teary eyes, his head is tilted back while he absorbs all the pleasure. He glances down at you and smiles. “So pretty.”
With the spots Nanami keeps hitting, it doesn’t take long for an orgasm to come creeping up on you. You tap against Gojo’s thighs, telling him to pull away. “Please- m’gonna come- please–” You beg almost breathlessly. Nanami tuts and thrusts harder. “Not yet.” He demands. Your mind becomes clouded, you try your best to not let the build-up happen but it all feels too good. Your entire body tightens up at the burning feeling that fills between your hips. Nanami feels your tighten against him with your legs slightly trembling. He pulls you in towards him by your hair. “Don’t you dare.” He growls. Just the sound of his voice is enough to send you reeling. You cry out with a broken voice as your body convulses through your orgasm. As Nanami pulls out, you fall to the floor. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to–!” You whimper while crawling towards him. Nanami shakes his head. “You know what this means don’t you.” He crouches down to your level and brushes his hand gently through your hair.
The wood of the desk feels cold against your now bare back. All of your clothes are scattered across the room. Your hips ache as Gojo thrusts inside of you. Nanami sits in his desk chair, stroking himself and moaning your name. You whine and beg for him to let you touch him but he simply ignores your very existence. Your hands remain trapped in Gojo’s clutch, you can’t even reach out to him. All you can do is watch him as you’re fucked by another man.
You don’t know how many times Gojo had edged you, but it’s enough to have you aching and sobbing for a release. Streaks from your tears stain your cheeks and leave a salty taste on your lips. Gojo tilts his head to the side, looking at you like you’re a helpless puppy. “You wanna come that bad?” He asks. You nod your head while choking back on tears. He looks towards Nanami who sits with a pleased smile. “Our turn first.” Gojo picks up his speed, your insides already feeling bruised enough without his aggressive movements. You whine at the mixture of pain and pleasure. One look is all it takes for you to tell that Nanami is close. His cheeks flushed to a pretty pink that he refuses to ever acknowledge. As he approaches his climax, Nanami stands and shoves himself into your mouth before filling it completely with him cum. His hand covers both your mouth and nose as he pulls away, cutting off your air. “You’d better swallow.” He watches as you let the cum fall down your throat, the salty taste fills your mouth. With few final thrusts, Gojo pulls out quickly and paints your body with his own cum, covering you with the white liquid. Your chest heaves as you look up at Nanami expectantly. He rolls his eyes with a slight smile and heads over to stand between your legs. You sit up and watch the two of them as they glance at each other with a sort of deviant look to their eyes. Not a single word is uttered, yet they both seem to know exactly what to do.
Gojo’s fingers trail to your clit while Nanami pushes two of his own inside of you. You gasp at the sensation and throw your head back. All the edging had made you especially sensitive to touch. With both of their hands working at the same time, it hardly takes any time to get you back to the build-up that you had been deprived of so many times. Your eyes flutter shut as you whimper. The very tipping point being Nanami mumbling a ‘good girl’ under his breath. You lean your hand against Nanami’s shoulder, your legs try to close but they force them open, not letting you cover up. Electricity shoots through your body as you tremble and fall back against the desk. The two of them pull their hands away from you and wait for you to sit back up.
Nanami gathers your clothes and helps you put them back on while whispering soft praises that make you blush. He kisses you on the forehead and carries you over to the small sofa in the corner of the room where he sets you down on his lap, holding you close. Gojo cleans himself up and approaches the two of you, kneeling down and looking at you as your closed eyes make your eyelashes fan against your cheeks. “Pretty good test drive.” He jokes. You snicker a little and bury your face in Nanami’s chest, inhaling his comforting scent. “Might come back every now and then to check on your ‘work’.” Gojo smiles before standing up and heading towards the door. Nanami rolls his eyes and traces small circles on your cheeks, providing you with a sense of safety. If there was one thing he never failed to be amazing at, it was definitely aftercare. You peer up at him. He looks down and plants another kiss on your forehead. “Also don’t think I’ll go easy on you tonight because of this.” He breaks the silence. Your eyes widen as you gulp. “We’re using the rope tonight.” He smirks. _______________________________________________________________ But fr I want to be spit-roasted by these two I will PAY GOOD MONEY This post took me so fucking long for literally no reason
A nanami x reader fic i want to write but lack the talent to do so #1
I need to get this idea out of my head before I explode, but can you imagine that you adopted a baby boy from Japan named Sukuna. For the past 5 years, you’ve raised him by yourself and you can say you did a damn good job. For his sixth birthday, you thought it would be a good idea to bring him back to his roots and take him to Japan.
As you were exploring Tokyo, it started pouring thus you and Sukuna were forced to take shelter at the nearest cafe. While at the cafe Sukuna befriends a boy named Yuji that looks eerily similar to your son. Turns out this boy happened to be his twin brother. You and Yuji’s father, Nanami Kento navigate parenthood together to ensure that the boys will get to know their brother, and allow them to be able to grow up alongside their brother. However, this proves difficult since you both live in different countries and have your own life back home.
