#nanami headcanons

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. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ❞

masterlist. reader keeps falling out of bed every night and nanami had to do something about it. a short oneshot as i'm still doing research for my 2k special

hearing a thud in the dead of night was now a common occurrence since nanami moved in with you. his eyes fluttered open and he immediately hovered over the edge of the bed to make sure you were okay.

you had fallen out of bed again. you groaned in pain as soon as you made contact with the floor, rubbing your face and your knee as nanami made his way out of bed. he stood behind you ready to carry you back onto the bed.

"you okay, honey?", his voice was groggy, laced with sleep and concern. you sighed and let him throw you back on the bed.

"i'm fine, but you need to stop hogging the bed. why do you think i keep falling over?". his face deadpanned, hands on his hips.

"i do not hog the bed. you keep moving towards the edge"

"sure, ken. none of this used to happen before i started sharing a bed with you". unbelievable. nanami let out a chuckle and climbed into your arms, resting his head on your chest as your hand quickly moved to scratch his scalp.

"i'm still not the one who pushed you over. i will stand on that"

"okay, big boy..."

from this point one, nanami made it his goal to always anchor you so you wouldn't fall off. he would fall asleep, head on your chest listening to your calm heartbeat, hand around your waist and a heavy leg over yours. and still, for some weird reason he always heard the same thud every night. some nights you would immediately wake up, a quiet groan escaping your lips. other times you would remain unresponsive, stuck in a deep sleep.

nanami hated this. he knew he had to do something. you would seriously hurt yourself sooner or later and just the thought tore him. but he soon came up with a solution. one that wouldn't stop you from falling off, but would assure that you wouldn't get hurt.

nanami's eyes fluttered open at 3 am like clock work. he turned over to your side but you weren't there as per usual. he got out of bed and walked over to where you were sprawled over some plush pillows he had set up the day before.

nanami chuckled to himself and carried you back on the bed. you were still fast asleep, your chest heaving up and down slowly and all he could do was admire you.

"still restless even in your sleep. how cute".

nanami pressed a soft kiss on your cheek and made himself comfortable on your chest. those pillows proved to be a great investment

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐅𝐋𝐕𝐕𝐅𝐅𝐘

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husband!nanami x reader

nanami kento loves his wife. everyone who knew him knew it too. it was obvious how much he loved you. wedding ring always on, photo of you on your wedding day in his wallet, the way he would leave work early to pick up flowers for you every monday afternoon.

nanami believed that you must start off your week right, with a fresh bouquet. it didn’t matter if your flowers from the week before were still alive and thriving, he still got you a new one. vases of flowers were everywhere, the kitchen, your bedroom, the living room. it brought you so much happiness to see them around the house, and it brought him happiness to see you so happy.

this monday was no exception, leaving work on time, he went to the flower shop to collect your weekly bouquet. he tried to hand pick every flower in it as well, trying to switch up your arrangement (unless it was the week of your anniversary where he would try and recreate your wedding bouquet to the best of his ability).

as much as nanami hated work, the routine of going to work and coming home to his beautiful wife was something he looked forward to. he didn’t mind working as much when it gave you both such a good life. he would do anything to keep you content and happy.

opening the door to your shared home, nanami stepped in with his work belongings and bouquet in hand. you looked up from your phone at the door unlocking, smiling immediately. getting off the couch, you walked over to greet him with a kiss.

“hi ken! how was your day?” you asked sweetly, just like you did everyday that he had work. he handed you your bouquet and kissed the top of your head.

“it was fine, honey. just normal work, not too bad today,” he set his belongings down on the nearby table. “i hope you like this bouquet, i tried to incorporate more colors for spring.” you blushed. even married he was still nothing but sweet and considerate. when telling your friends about the things nanami would do for you, they didn’t hide their jealousy. they’d complain about how little their partners or recent dates would do for them, it almost felt like bragging when you would mention nanami. he was “the perfect husband” as they would say, and you couldn’t help but agree. he was the perfect husband.

“thank you! they’re perfect!” you grinned as you went to the kitchen to fill a vase with water. nanami followed you, a soft smile on his face seeing how happy you were. you cut the stems to fit the vase and put them in, smile still on your face. he walked over to you, putting his hands on your waist gently. “i’m really glad you love them.” you moved your hands up to loosen his tie, another after work ritual you two had.

your arms moved to wrap around his neck as you both leaned in and shared a kiss. not lustful or desperate, just loving. you pulled away and rested your head on his chest. “i love you ken” you whispered into the fabric of his shirt. he planted a kiss to the top of your head, “i love you too, y/n.” you both stayed like that for a minute, taking in each others presence.

“would you like to order tonight? we can get it from your favorite place and then i can run you a bath after?” nanami asked gently. you smiled again. “i’d like that. but it’d like it more if you joined me.” he let out a soft chuckle and nodded, “okay, it’s decided then.”

nanami kento really loves his wife.

જ⁀➴⋆.˚ a/n: husband!nanami as requested by the poll! (sorry to those who followed me for my choso fics) i haven’t written for nanami in sooooo long but he’s so husband </3

જ⁀➴ if you liked this, check out some of my other works! :)

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[tojipie]

“is nanami single?”

suguru’s face drops, like the nature of what you’ve just asked him is much, much worse than it is.

your best friend’s gaze slowly flicks over to the man sitting alone in front of you, typing away on his laptop only a couple yards away.

“that nanami?” he sighs.

you watch kento pause to take a long sip of whatever foamy drink he’s nursing, running lithe hand through the shaggy bangs you’ve daydreamed about more times than humanly possible.

“yes him, who else?”

“how many times are you going to ask me that this week? i don’t know.” the catty tilt in your best friend's tone is unsurprising.

it’s quiet for a bit, suguru returning to his homeowork without so much as a peep. you consider asking again, maybe rephrasing the question differently. he had to know something. anything to clue you in on whether or not your efforts to woo the campus’ hottest nerd were in vain.

suguru can feel your train of thought from a mile away, dragging a hand down his face before speaking up a little louder than he needs to.

“oh for fucks sake—kento! you single?”

you were 100% going to kill him for that. maybe sneak into his dorm and smother him with a pillow tonight. the only tangible solution to offset the way your adrenaline spikes and your stomach drops.

the man behind you perks up at the noise, scanning the library with a confused look until his attention settles on you. not suguru, but you.

the blond stands, making his way over to you, eyes narrowed with intrigue. your stomach twists, half anxiety half anticipation.

nanami stops at the edge of the table, smiling down at you with a kindness you're not even sure you deserve on account of suguru's behavior.

"so?" your best friend pries. head resting in the palm of his hand.

“well is he asking me, or are you?” nanami holds your gaze, drumming five perfectly manicured fingers against the table you kind of wish you could disappear into right now

“me— uh. sorry.” you breathe, not quite knowing what you’re apologizing for.

you glance over at suguru, silently pleading for some backup. something, anything to alleviate what will probably go down as the most humiliating confrontation of your life.

your friend obliges you, holding in a laugh while he speaks.

“y’know you should probably be nicer when a girl is asking you out.” he jests.

“is that what you’re doing?” nanami sounds perfectly composed, eyes never leaving your own. you don’t know whether to blush or flinch with how steadily he’s looking down at you through his fringe. taking in every minute expression that crosses on your face.

you clear your throat, fiddling with the hem of your sleeve.

“would you..” you’re not even sure how to phrase it without sounding ridiculous. “do you want to grab lunch sometime? like… together?” was that a solid proposal? did nanami even do lunch?

the blond pretends to mull your offer over, leaving you suspended in amber for what feels like an eternity.

“i’d like that.” nanami tells you. he sounds softer around the edges now, kinder. almost like he’s rewarding you for coming out and telling him what you wanted.

suguru could honestly win an award with how wide the smile on his face is, taunting you in your peripheral with a saccharine sweet look that says “i told you so” louder than words ever could.

[thceseus]

kento just loveee your tits so much! :‹ ¹⁸⁺

tags/warning: breast worship, nipple play, nipple sucking, titty fucking, MDNI.

part 2 | masterlist

kento can’t sleep without it! his face always dives straight to your chest after work. even if you were busy with a book—or on your laptop for a report, he’ll always collapse beside you, eyeing your nipples that are poking through your nightgown like its an invitation. “‘m tired,” he’d mumble like a sad puppy, then– suckle-suckle, like clockwork. eyes closing as he moans, wetting the silk of your nightgown. he won’t stop till he falls asleep.

kento would go straight to where you are perched on the couch after every stressful meeting. his eyes filled with frustration, tugging the neckline of your tanks roughly, letting the soft flesh spill. he’d suck your nipple slowly and needily, one hand showing attention to the other one as he kept pinching the hardened bud, making you moan. all the while—his free hand would slip inside your shorts, giving tight circles on your clit till you come apart on his fingers.

kento hate positions without access :( doggy? he’d thrust thrice, grunts– “nope,” and flips you to missionary, till your tits were on his face. you surprising him with a reverse cowgirl during a slow weekend? he’d instantly lift you around, slamming you down, making you cry out his name. he’d thrust from the bottom, amazed with how your breasts bounce on his face, before of course, sucking it till it grew tender.

kento uses it like a stress ball even during movie nights. with the apartment dim, a romcom playing on the tv, you’d curled up against him on the couch in his old oversized tee (always braless when it's just the two of you). he’d slipped his hands inside, not even five minutes into the movie. fingers rolling your nipples casually, making you whine and giggle. he’d just tug off the shirt completely and began kissing your breasts. leaving marks along it and finally latching his lips around your nipple. romcoms be damned.

kento absolutely LOVE taking showers together. it meant he’d be messaging your body, especially your tits. he’d go back to it again and again, even though he already washed it ten times before. god– how he loved seeing your boobs covered in suds of soap (he has a collection of photos of it on his private album, with your permission ofc).

kento would say beach dates are his favorites, because he’d get to see the bikinis you’d buy just for the trip. already squirting the sunscreen on his palm before you even asked, rubbing down your back, thighs, and your tits under the bikini tops. back at the hotel, he’d worship you endlessly. licking the salt of your skin, then fucking you rough till all you could do is scream his name.

kento swears he almost combusted when you finally proposed him to fuck your tits.

it was a quiet saturday after breakfast. you were preparing for a surprise in the bedroom when he lazily lay on the couch, scrolling through streaming services to look for something for you guys to watch.

until you stepped out of the room, naked.

body glistening under the morning light due to the jasmine body oil he loves so much. hair messily draped, just the way he likes it. and fuck– was that your sensitive nipples already perked up so prettily?

his jaw went slack, breath hitched, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing before him.

“goddamnit…” he cursed under his breath, chest panting before he stood up, taking two strides to reach you, but not touching yet.

you look up to his tall figure innocently.

“kento… wanna fuck my tits?”

his eyes went wide. he felt his heartbeat quickening, and his cock grew hard almost instantly.

“what–?” tilting his head as he can’t believe the words you just uttered.

you didn’t respond, just led him back to the couch, and pushed him down. making the poor couch creak under his weight.

you palmed his hardened length through his sweats, wet patch already visible from his precum, and then you tugged the fabric off. his cock slapping on his abs, tip glistening with beads of seed.

then you kneeled before him. knees tucked under you, ass on the heels of your feet, and you instantly pressed your breasts around his thick length.

“ohh– fuck!” he moaned, his cock gliding easily as he thrust up slowly, tip nudging your lips.

you immediately parted your mouth. tongue darting, licking his frenulum, making him almost whine in pleasure.

his pace grew desperate—like he was an animal. length between your warm breasts while his tip keeps entering and exiting your mouth.

he kept pumping and pumping—before thick ropes of his cum paint your cleavage, reaching out to your neck, even stray ones just on your chin.

panting, small smile on his face like he was the luckiest man in the world, he then pulled you onto his lap…

and sucking his seeds clean from your breasts.

extra: also god forbid you got pregnant… he would absolutely go feral if he saw your tits grow full.

a/n: sorry.... i just need this man too much.

art is by @/oretsuu on twt.

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[kutiepiie]

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note: make sure your twitter is up and running smoothly and there's no one beside you ofc. if the links stop working i won't be updating

☆satoru gojo: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10

☆suguru geto: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10

☆nanami kento: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10

☆toji fushiguro: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10

☆sukuna ryomen: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10

☆choso kamo: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10

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corrupt professor nanami headcanons  (๑>◡<๑)

professor nanami subtly takes pictures up your skirt when helping you with stuff. 

professor nanami purposefully gives you bad grades so you’re forced to come to his office hours. 

professor nanami who tells you it’s normal to show up to your dorm room to help you with assignments. 

professor nanami makes you cockwarm him during office hours while he’s explaining where you went wrong in the assignment.

professor nanami who calls you out during lectures whenever he’s upset with you. 

professor nanami who knows you’re fucking the smartest guy in his class, nerdjo. 

professor nanami who likes fucking you against his desk, watching you trying to grab onto whatever you can when he’s going deep. 

professor nanami who got you switched out of another professor's class because it interfered with his. 

professor nanami who leaves hickies on your neck so he can stare at them throughout the lecture. 

professor nanami who made a burner instagram to watch you. 

professor nanami who passes you even though you’re shit at the class. 

professor nanami only has 3 lectures a week but makes you come in anyway through the week to fuck you. 

professor nanami who puts effort into his appearance for you so you can stare. 

professor nanami who makes you read while he’s behind you balls deep. 

professor nanami who calls you his smart girl. 

professor nanami who keeps a pair of your thongs in his pocket while he teaches. 

[holl0w-purpl3]

Husband!Nanami Headcanons

Husband!Nanami: Who is the literal embodiment of chivalry, always insisting on opening your car door, walking slightly in front of you in big crowds, pulling your chair out at restaurants. Everything he believes the man should do for his wife he’s doing tenfold.

Husband!Nanami: Who hates having to leave for work every morning, cuddling you in bed as he grumbles on and on about just staying home today.

Husband!Nanami: Who spends his workday fantasizing about coming back to you, imagining how you're eagerly waiting for him.

Husband!Nanami: Who never takes out his stress on you, not allowing himself to come home irrationally angry.

Husband!Nanami: Who swears by your cooking, preferring your home cooked meals over the food at the fancy staff dinners he gets dragged to.

Husband!Nanami: Who carries a quiet weight of guilt every time he steps out the door, overcompensating for his long hours by spoiling you relentlessly the moment he's back.

Husband!Nanami: Who spent half his life obsessed with money, only to realize it was who he shared it with that really mattered.

Husband!Nanami: Who can’t keep his hands off you when he’s around, one lingering on your waist pretty much at all times

NSFW Warning!!

Husband!Nanami: Who lets you tug him by his tie straight to the bedroom, only to gently take it off and use it to bind your wrists together.

Husband!Nanami: Who always talks you through it, whispering praises in your ears with every thrust, making sure you’re feeling just as much, if not more, pleasure than him.

Husband!Nanami: Who insists on only doing positions where he can see your face, holding steady eye contact as he completely dismantles you.

Husband!Nanami: Who pulls your hair when you're being bratty, holding you exactly where he wants you.

Husband!Nanami: Who always makes sure you finish first.

Husband!Nanami: Who hates working but loves providing for you.

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘦 🥺🙏

✦ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 & 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ♥️

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[fshgrs]

mdni

single dad!nanami being overworked to a point that he can barely take care of himself or his kid. all he wanted was to be a good father, but not even that was possible if he barely saw his own child. he took it upon himself to be more present in his son's life, and that's when he met you at the park. because yuji had taken your child's toy on accident.

single dad!nanami felt his heart drop seeing you walk up when he tried to resolve the conflict amongst the kids. "what's going on?" you asked and even if your voice was beautiful, nanami still felt like he was about to get scolded himself. "i am so sorry, miss. my son, yuji, he mistaken your child's toy for his own." all you can do is smile, patting your daughter's back. "it's okay, please, don't be so upset." he felt smitted at the interaction and took yuji the next day, hoping to see you there.

single dad!nanami didn't get out much. not after being in full custody of yuji, who was single handedly three children in one. when you started to come around more often, nanami realized that what yuji needed was a companion. and your daughter gave him exactly that. they both ran around together, laughter bouncing off the walls at ever little thing. he couldn't help but to turn and witness you smile at the children. and in that moment, nanami allowed himself to fall.

single dad!nanami isn't one for extravagant gestures. when he gathered enough courage to ask you out, he decided there was one person he truly had to get permission from. he sat down with your daughter, who playfully pouted then smiled, giving nanami a tight hug. "you can date my mommy! as long as yuji still comes around!" he smiled, patting her head.

"if your mother agrees, then you'll be seeing a lot more of yuji and i."

single dad!nanami felt relieved when you said you'd go out with him. it'd been years since his first official date and honestly, he was nervous. he dressed nice, booked reservations to the nicest spot in town. when he came to pick you up, seeing you all dolled up for him had his heart pounding. and slacks growing tighter.

single dad!nanami was severely overworked and underfucked. he felt as if he could come at your eyes alone, raking over his dress shirt, buttons straining his shirt. he'd be a liar if he didn't choose the shirt because he knew it brought his physique out more. and he was glad you were paying attention.

single dad!nanami never put out on the first date. except for this one time. you were spread out in the back of his car (thankfully taking yuji's carseat out) and he was buried between your thighs, enjoying this meal better than the overpriced one he paid for. your cunt was beautiful and you were responsive. gasping and jutting your hips out, half riding, half fucking his face. nanami grinded against the leather seats, allowing you to use him as you pleased.

single dad!nanami remembered condoms. but didn't realize your intentions were to go raw so soon. he tried to argue, but seeing your pout and your hand ghosting your swollen folds, spreading your cunt open, wisps of your cum connecting your lips had nanami aching.

single dad!nanami finally broke his dry streak that night, enjoying your cunt around his cock. his thumb rolled gentle circles against your clit while you were bouncing on his cock eagerly. your pussy was heaven, warm, gooey walls squeezing him just right. he rolled his head back, eyes fluttering, hands grasping your hips and bouncing you faster on his cock.

single dad!nanami was a true gentleman. his actions spoke louder than his words and he cleaned you up, held your hand the entire car ride and up to your apartment door. you gave him a kiss goodnight and nanami was pleased to hear that tonight wasn't a one time thing.

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