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[foryuiwill]

𑣲⋆ | foryu. 22. music & film enthusiast. she/her. black!

relationship status: taken by nanami ᢉ𐭩

fluff & occasional smut (mdni)

latest work: priest!nanami

just be cool and we’ll be cool .⋆♱

﹫foryuiwill | ayo & no copying, republishing, or feeding my shit to ai! be cool.

[feyrinnn]

꒰impatient꒱ husband!nanami almost missed his son's birth ꩜ angst to fluff; comfort. art by @/mamitasoa7x0312

Nanami's heart beat louder than it ever had as he drove to you. 

Ignoring every traffic light and speed limit. This wasn't like him, but he could feel bad about it later. Right now, there was only thing he had to do – get to you.

As fast as he fucking could.

Were you scared? Were you in pain?

Of course you were in pain.

And he wasn't there.

His foot slammed the accelerator again, the hospital building finally coming into view up ahead.

It wasn't meant to happen this early, he was caught off guard at work – but as soon as your anxious voice reached him from the phone and tried to explain that your water had broke, he left the office without a word. Later he'd notice the missed calls from his boss, but again – he didn't care. 

Everything was out the window the minute you needed him.

You were in pain. You were having his baby.

What was supposed to be a joyous moment shared by the two of you, now meant nothing but fear from both sides.

Another traffic light ignored, but it was finally the last one.

The nurse must have thought he was losing his mind when he reached the front desk, giving her your name through ragged breaths. "Mr. Nanami?" she tried to confirm, and he only managed an exhausted nod.

His hair was a mess, tie undone, and a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. But when the nurse finally showed him the way, Nanami followed close, almost overtaking her as if this was a race.

And finally, the sterile hospital corridor led to a door, and the door led to you.

Looking as sweaty as he was, holding your swollen belly with two hands, face twisting in pain.

But when you saw him, something visibly changed – your breathing hitched, your shoulders dropped, and the pain gave way to a smile. One the two of you desperately needed.

"Ken?" you whispered, tears already slipping through your beautiful cheeks. 

"I'm here" he rushed to your side, sitting next to your bed and placing both hands on top of yours. On your stomach, near your son. "I am so sorry, my love" he took one to kiss your knuckles, the other gently rubbing your skin, small circles he hoped might settle the two of you.

"I'm so happy you're here" you cried, interlocking your fingers with his, the golden wedding band glistening in the cold overhead light. 

"What did the doctors say? Do you need anything? Water? How bad is the pain? Is he ok?" Nanami wasn't even sure what he was saying, just going through the practicals first. As if you knew it was the only way to help him relax, you let out a soft giggle. 

"Everything is fine" you reassured, looking down at your stomach and the person you had been waiting months to meet. 

Nanami followed your gaze, taking his eyes from you for the first time. He brought his body forwards a little, leaning over to press a kiss just above your belly button. "Already impatient, just like your mother" he shook his head, finally allowing himself to relax.

"I'm not sure about that" you smiled. "Looks like he was ready and didn't want to do overtime, like someone I know" 

Nanami looked up at you then, letting out a small chuckle himself. He pushed up, cupping your cheek gently. "He's perfect" he said, with a kiss to your forehead. "So I'm sure he takes after you"

In your husband's embrace, you finally began to breathe a little easier. The pain was coming and going, getting more intense with every contraction, but Nanami was right there holding your hand, rubbing your back, instructing you through breathing exercises. 

His brows furrowed when you groaned, wishing he could take all the pain from you and give to himself. But he didn't let you see him so worried – Nanami was completely focused on you. 

"You're doing so well" he kissed your shoulder when it hurt too much. "I love you" he whispered, as you almost broke his hand with how hard you squeezed it. 

Nanami didn't care about anything else in the world right now, just his two favourite people. The one in his arms, and the one he was about to meet. 

devoted husband nanami my love

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[foryuiwill]

priest!nanami ⊹ ࣪ ˖

mdni

who has you straddled over his lap alone in the dimly lit cathedral. his large hands firm at your waist, holding you steady against the folds of his robe. his head pulled back and eyes shut as desperate, heavy breaths escape his lips rough and uneven. his prayers to god starting to fall apart against your ear, stuttering helplessly for god’s forgiveness again and again.

your face lying gently between the crook of his neck, fingers slipping beneath his collar while your lips trail slowly beneath his jaw and ear. the slick touch of your tongue drawing a shudder from him, breaking the quiet recitations of his sermon. his grip tightening around your waist, feeling his heavy cock press against your soaked panties, just begging for entry as you teasingly grind against his now damp robe.

his fingernails piercing into your skin hard enough to pull a wince from you, forcing you to bite down against your lip to keep quiet. still grinding against his cock, your panties soak further, leaving you to moan soft, hollows pleas in his ear. just the pure sound of your pretty voice undoing his composure, his head falls to your shoulder.

your hand feels for his hair, fingers intertwining with his sweaty blonde strands draped over his forehead. you gently pull him to look at you, grinding even slower to feel all of him. his cock still hard beneath you, his breaths still unsteady, he obliges under your touch, and his teary hazel eyes meet yours.

lost in what to do next, he stays still as you gently move the strands out of his face, leaning back for him to see all of you exposed, with just a shameless skirt and laced panties. his breath hitches at the sight of your glorious tits. lovesick eyes, a beating heart, and a cock that can’t wait any longer, he pulls you closer to him and presses his lips against yours.

through strained breath and against your lips, he whispers, “forgive me.”

[chosayi]

ꕤ husband!nanami loooves when you wear your nightgowns. mdni thick!woc!reader

nanami adores your little nightgowns, the ones that drape over your body so beautifully in all sorts of colors, designs, and fabrics.

you’ve always worn them every now and then, but after having your first baby, they earned a special place in your closet.

now you have two, only two years apart. it’s been about a year since your youngest was born, and your body has definitely changed. fuller, softer, and heavier in all the right places.

it made his mouth go drier than the sahara desert. seeing your new figure in fitted dresses and tops was already enough to leave him speechless, but seeing you in a muumuu stirred something entirely different within him.

he’s grown used to seeing you wander around in them, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t still feel a twist of need and desire in his stomach every time.

when you’d run up to him after a long day of work to greet him with a hug and a kiss, he’d feel absolutely nothing under there. whenever you walked away, your ass would bounce with each step, hypnotizing the man.

he started lingering near you wherever you went, his fingers twitching with the urge to reach for you and fondle you while you cooked, while you shopped, and even while you bathed your babies.

maybe that’s what it was. you looked so maternal in those flowing nightgowns that it made him feel as if he was going feral…

one night, you pressed gentle kisses to your babies’ chubby little cheeks after they finally drifted off to sleep. no more phantom owies and no more tears (for now).

he stood at the doorway. his dark eyes traveled down your body, already imagining what he’ll do to it. you were wearing dark blue and gold tonight. he’s convinced that you knew what you were doing to him.

when the door clicked shut behind you, you barely managed to take a step into the bedroom before your husband caught you by your shoulders and gently pinned you against the wall.

“nana, what’re you—mmph!” you’re swiftly cut off as his lips crashed into yours, kissing you as if he hadn’t done so in years. your jaw was tight in his grasp. you gasped for air between the kisses just for him to swallow them up like he was starving.

“h-honey—“ you mumbled between his constant kisses, your lips were wet with affection and your mind was already foggy… your hand reached out to his shirt, tugging weakly.

he let out a low groan inside of your mouth. it hasn’t even been a minute yet and your thighs are already clamping together. he was acting so… feverish? you were all about nanami loving on you, but this was a bit different.

he tilted his head, sucking your bottom lip like it was fruit. a soft, high-pitched moan spilled out of your mouth as he continued to massage his tongue on yours so messily.

when he finally pulled away, he looked down at your cute, flustered face. eyes low and dazed, lips swollen. 

“kennn…” you whined quietly, shifting under his gaze. your heart was beating out of your chest, and arousal started to leak down your thighs. you were embarrassed at how worked up you got just from kissing.

“forgive me, dear,” he mumbled, thumb reaching up to wipe off the spit sitting on your bottom lip. “but i can’t hold it in anymore. you look so beautiful… in these gowns,” he whispered, same hand cupping your face. 

“seeing you walk around in them, being such a good mother, such a good wife…. it turns me on so much.” his rough, large hands run down your body, grabbing your ass and lifting you up with ease. 

“…makes me want to have another baby with you.”

you gasped softly at the salacious words, the thought of you—all round and glowing with his child again, made you feel all warm and tingly inside.

your feet that were once dangling off the floor, wrapped around his waist. “mmm, i don’t think i’d mind that…” you said shyly.

um… maybe you shouldn’t have told him that. because now you’re in a position that you literally can’t get out of.

“ohhhmygoddd—kennn..!” now you were lying in bed, muumuu bunched up around your waist, and knees bent up against your chest as your husband stretched you out so deliciously.

“shhh, quiet, baby. i got you,” he whispered. he dragged his heavy dick inside of your warm walls back and forth, hips rutting into yours at such a rough, deliberate pace that makes you throw your head back. “don’t wanna wake up the kids, right?”

“n-no… mmpfh—“ you bit your lip, trying to muffle your moans. you were already a dripping mess from the last time that you came. his balls slapped against your ass with each thrust, slushing your insides, causing the sound of wet flesh to echo through the room. every time he bottomed out, his shaft would glisten with your creamy slick.

you really, really hoped that the kids wouldn’t wake up from the obscene noises you both were making…

“fucckk… p-pleaseee, nami—you’re s’ deep..!” you whimpered. his bulbous tip jammed into your sweet spot over and over, rubbing it in a circular motion that had your thighs trembling at the stimulating sensation.

“mmfh—yeah? s-shit…” his voice breaks when he feels your wet, gooey pussy clamp around his length. “you’re doing so… sooo well, honey. taking me s’ good.”

even though your blurry vision, you can still see how wrecked he was. eyes heavy and unfocused, veins bulging out of his neck and forearms, jaw clenched tight… you can tell that he was trying to go easy on you. at the end of the day, he wanted you to get just as much satisfaction as he did.

nanami slowly rocked his hips into you, punching your cervix, drawing you closer. his breathing was unsteady, sweat glistening all over his body as he kept plunging his dick in and out of you.

his eyes darted to the cute bulge in your stomach, then back up to your fucked out face. the thought of him breeding you and giving you another child was so titillating. it made his dick throb harder for you. 

he moaned under his breath before crashing his lips into yours. it was hot and messy, tongue and all. he pushed your knees even further up until they touched your ears. legs thrown over his shoulders, spreading you out even more.

when he pulled away, one of his hands crept up your thigh, pressing a wet kiss on the gold bracelet resting on your ankle. “sweetheart…” he whispered against your skin. “which one do you want…?”

“haah… w-wha—“

“the baby, m’ love…” he cuts you off softly, swallowing hard. his restraint was slipping. you could feel him pulsing, precum smearing through your hot, sappy walls. “girl o-or boy…?”

your lips trembled as you looked up at his stern expression. the pleasure was so overwhelming. hot tears ran down your cheeks, and your throat’s stuck as if there was a brick in it. “mmm… g-girl…! i wan’ another girl, ken..”

“you want another girl? hm?” he breathed between moans, voice raspier then before.

you nodded frantically. “yesss! want my baby—pleaseee…”

“i hear you, daddy’s gonna give you what you want..”

@chosayi 2026 (this was so lazy sawryyy…)

[foryuiwill]

widowedgirldad! nanami ˚⟡˖ ࣪

part two for you lovelies! find part one here ♡

widowedgirldad! nanami who heavily considers leaving his life of sorcery after your little girl has a nightmare that he left and didn’t return home. he rushed to the sound of her sobs coming from her bedroom and quickly nestled her into a warm hug.

“papa, you were gone-i tried to find you, i called for you and- “ your little one cried, only choking through her explanation.

“shh,” nanami whispered, tugging her closer into his chest. swallowing the harsh taste in his mouth, nanami slowly turned to cup your little one’s face. “see, i’m right here, baby. i’m here. daddy’s not going anywhere.”

she sniffled, looking her father in the eyes, reality kicking in that her papa hadn’t gone anywhere—that he had no intention to.

“i dont want to lose you, too” she admits in a whisper, bottom lip extending out.

the words hit him like a slash to the abdomen, and yet he had experienced many of those, but none ever as sharp as her words.

“lay down, honey.”

your little one quickly obliged, your husband following suit as he laid next to her.

legs having no choice but to hang over your little one’s princess bed, minimal room to stretch, nanami didn’t want it any other way. he stayed with his arms wrapped around her, clinging her close to his chest, hoping she could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat against her back.

“i’m here,” he whispered throughout the night until her sniffles transitioned to light snoring, his fingers softly intertwining with her curls.

widowedgirldad! nanami who tells his boss he’s leaving work early, the thought of you weighing heavy on his mind.

widowedgirldad! nanami who instead of driving home, goes to the nearest flower shop to buy your favorite flowers to lay at your gravesite. still in his suit and sitting in the grass beside you for hours, he gushes about your little girl’s achievements and talents, her new imaginary friend that he admittedly can’t stand, and how the nightmare she had about his disappearance had frightened him severely—far more than he’d like to admit. staring at your name etched into stone, nanami catches himself thinking how he would rather you get to experience all of this than him. feeling his chest ache, he got himself off the ground and dusted off a few lingering blades of grass on his suit pants. before leaving, he kissed your headstone twice—one from him and your little girl.

widowedgirldad! nanami whose knees are starting to ache from crouching outside of your little girl’s school, waiting for her to come running out of the school with the biggest bouquet of your favorite flowers (flowers he bought for her as well). still with his suit on in the unforgiving sun, he waits patiently. soon your little girl comes dashing out and to his welcoming arms, painting a full smile on nanami’s face before lifting and spinning her in the air.

“are those for me?” his little girl excitedly asked, reaching for the pretty flowers.

“oh these?” nanami teased, glancing at the flowers and turning back to his little girl. “your mommy told me to get them for you.”

your little girl squealed in glee and wrapped her arms around nanami’s neck.

“mommy’s the best!”

widowedgirldad! nanami who takes off of from work and calls your school to excuse your little girl’s absence on mother’s day just to spend the whole day with his daughter. yuji showed him the tiktok trend where you write places and activities on a card and let your little one pick. of course him always spoiling his princess, he ended up doing the card she didn’t pick as well for multiple rounds.

widowedgirldad! nanami who is the furthest from being photogenic but has a bunch of selfies and videos with his little girl. lots of smiles, funny faces, ballet videos, and their tea party gatherings where you can tell he’s extremely exhausted and still in his suit.

widowedgirldad! nanami who’s quick to correct people at your little girl’s dance recitals when they say “i don’t know what she would’ve done without you.” he responds: “no, i don’t know what i would’ve done without her.”

widowedgirldad! nanami who lets her win at pillow fights so he can get her into bed quicker. as he kisses her forehead twice, he winches at a slight pain that shoots through his shoulder.

widowedgirldad! nanami who returns to work the next day and opens his briefcase to a bunch of crafts and drawings that could only be done by one small individual. as he lifted up one of the drawings, a tear threatened to leave his eye. “me + u + mamy so u dnt git lon lnly” it read with butterflies and birds scribbled everywhere.

a faint smile touched his lips before he looked up at the ceiling, hoping you could hear him talking to you. “look honey, she even spells like you.”

[foryuiwill]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ watching nanami get ready for work .ᐟ

suggestive language, mentions of violence, some angst

you weren’t particularly a morning person, but somehow the universe knew to wake you up just in time to watch your fiance kento get dressed for work.

you awoke to the sight of him leaning forward, both hands resting against the dresser. veins slowly rose beneath the skin of his forearms and along his huge biceps from the pressure. he stayed there quietly, staring down at the surface of the dresser.

his crisp-ironed blue button down still hadn't made it on.

the soft light from the window captured everything. you had a clear view of his sharply defined back, your eyes instinctively tracing the red and purple marks across his skin. a few of them you recognized as yours, but most of the others you knew came from from a brutal line of work you couldn't understand - one you refused to understand. scars that were rougher. older. and permanent.

a tired sigh escaped his lips as he lifted his hand to push back the blonde hair that was messily draped over his forehead. through the mirror, you caught sight of the weariness in his hazel eyes. you wanted to call for him to sleep more, but you knew this was a tiredness a few more hours of sleep couldn't fix. he once again dropped his head, a few strands following suit.

your eyes darted to each bit of tenseness: in the bags under his eyes; in the slight crease between his brows; in the heavy exhale that escaped his lips once again as he finally reached for the neatly folded blue button down resting beside him. you watched as the shirt stretched briefly across his broad shoulders before settling against his muscular figure. for a moment, the shirt hung open, showing off the sharp, cut lines of his chest and stomach. a sight that made your heart flutter.

methodical even when exhausted, his fingers quickly worked up his button down, fastening each button with studied, experienced precision. his strong hands aligned each button without having to look, eyes too busy fighting sleep whenever he blinked but still glued to the mirror.

one by one, you watched your fiancé hook each suspender to the waistband of his slacks. he was probably the only young man in existence to still wear suspenders, but god, did you think it looked good as hell on him. the quiet metal clasp clicked softly through the room, causing him to look your way in the bed. it was the widest you've seen his eyes so far this morning.

you knew he had already seen you wide awake, but you always hid underneath the covers once he caught you staring.

accepting defeat, you peeked at him from beneath the covers. he faced you now.

his brown suspenders framed the broadness of his chest now, the blue button down fitted neatly against his shoulders, blonde hair still slightly disheveled despite his attempts to fix it. even tired from trying to carry the world on his shoulders, standing there half-dressed, he was handsome. unfairly handsome.

he reached for his yellow necktie covered in irregular black dots. watching him put it on was by far your favorite part of his morning routine - and now you had a front view of it all.

“honey, why are you up?” nanami questioned, his voice in a soft whisper. “i hope i didn’t wake you.”

"no you didn’t wake me," you began, scanning him from head to toe. “you're just very distracting."

a faint twitch tugged at the corner of his mouth, threatening him to smile before slightly tilting his head and draping the tie neatly beneath the collar of his button down.

his eyes never left you.

not even as his broad hands moved slowly against the fabric, looping it over itself with practiced precision. the motion drew a subtle flex through his torearms and biceps beneath the the blue shirt. as he tightened the knot with one smooth pull, you watched as his sharp jaw tensed right before adjusting it carefully against his throat.

"i'm only getting dressed for work, darling," he voiced, his back resting against the dresser now.

"exactly," you retorted softly. "but i wish you could see how desperately you need rest, kento."

"i can't just rest, honey," nanami sighed, folding his arms and letting his head fall. "those kids out there.." he trailed off, head shaking in thought.

for a moment, the room fell quiet. he quickly lifted his head fully toward you, finality in his eyes. not coldness. not anger.

"those kids at that school: they need me," he shook his head, biting his bottom lip before twisting his mouth to speak again. “so no, i can't just rest."

your chest tightened. you wanted to shout "i need you!" but you already had these conversations with the stubborn blonde far too many times and you knew how it ended.

when it came to yuji, megumi, nobara, takuma...

you couldn't win.

his hand reached for one more item behind him, but instead of grabbing it immediately, his fingers searched frantically. his brows pulled together as his hand searched blindly across the dresser.

you bit down on a smile beneath the blankets as he exhaled through his nose.

"have you seen my glasses?" he asked, raising his brow at you.

your faint smile turning devilish, as you slowly lifted the familiar set above the comforter before burying them back down between your legs.

"well i know you can't miss work," you said innocently. "but can you at least be late?"

the faintest twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"i really need my glasses, darling."

"really? just show me how bad you need them then."

he stared at you for a moment from across the room. then with another sigh of resignation, his fingers moved to the knot at his throat, yanking it down with a hungry force that made your tummy flip.

as much as you loved watching him put the tie on, you loved watching him take the tie off even more.

a/n: the way this was supposed to be nothing but nice and sweet (and hot of course), but i couldn’t help but let my baby’s flaws and inner turmoils surface in between…i love you kento

[foryuiwill-old]

widowedgirldad! nanami ˚⟡˖ ࣪

widowedgirldad! nanami who makes sure to plant two kisses on your daughter’s forehead after tucking her into bed — one from him, and of course one from mommy.

widowedgirldad! nanami whose hands were always steady — calculated in all his movements — yet couldn’t help his fingers from trembling when fastening the necklace he had once bought for you around your daughter’s neck. the moment the necklace clasped into place, a faint smile touched his lips as he watched your daughter’s eyes light up in the pink mirror in front of them.

“so pretty!” she beamed, tiny fingers wrapping around the yellow sapphire pendant before turning around and throwing herself against him in a gleeful hug. stiffened for a second before paternal instinct took over, his arms wrapped around your daughter’s small frame, drawing her carefully against his chest. nanami lowered his head, resting his chin atop of her curls before pressing a small kiss against them.

“your mom would’ve thought so too,” he said, the tremor in his hands finally steadying.

widowedgirldad! nanami who didn’t hesitate to answer any question your daughter had about you, no matter how much it may hurt him:

“did mommy love ice cream too?”

“did mommy like your tie?”

“what did mommy say when she saw me for the first time?”

“do you miss mommy?”

“do you still love mommy?”

widowedgirldad! nanami who stayed up all night searching and watching tutorials on how to do the braids you used to sport because your little girl saw a picture of you and begged for the same hairstyle.

widowedgirldad! nanami who makes sure to clap the loudest at his little girl’s dance recitals, as he remembers he’s clapping for himself and you, remembering how badly you always wanted to be there for moments like this.

widowedgirldad! nanami who leaves work exactly on time now and rushes home to attend his daughter’s tea parties, not minding at all that the small chair he was going to be sitting in was only going to make his back and legs ache later on.

widowedgirldad! nanami who keeps every one of his little girl’s drawings in a folder at work. he especially loves the one she drew of all three of you with a halo and heart above your head.

widowedgirldad! nanami who stared a second too long at his little girl’s kindergarten pictures because she smiled the exact same way you did, a tear slipping free before he could catch it and landing against the glossy photo.

“daddy?” your little girl cooed, tugging at his blue sleeves. “why are you crying?”

nanami swallowed hard before pulling his little girl into his lap, always pressing a kiss to her curls.

“because baby,” finger brushing against the photo before him. “you look so much like your mommy.”

a/n: ugh may have teared up writing this i’m sorryyy i love my nanami.

[foryuiwill]

reposting because i moved accounts ♡