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𖤐 𓈒࣪ ᭡ ˖ NANAMI HEADCANONS i hate his glasses

Nanami is the type of man to cook dinner with you late at night while you guys tell each other about your day and share laughs (he loves listening to you yap).

Nanami is the type of man that HATES himself after arguing with you, apologising until you get annoyed.

Nanami is the type of man that brings you flowers almost every day, he doesn’t need to wait until valentine’s day to spoil you.

Nanami is the type of man that craves your attention & touch EVERY single second of the day but he doesn’t show it that much, just sending you random "i miss you" texts throughout the day.

Nanami is the type of man to have a bad day when you don’t tie his tie in the morning before he goes to work.

slight nsfw below ↓

Nanami is the type of man that steals your panties when you’re not home and he misses you. he IS a pervert when it comes to his lovely wife.

Nanami DEFINITELY asks you to marry him again when he’s deep inside you.

@6lnni , most of the dividers/themes i use are not mines and the credits go to the owners. not proofread !

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anyways so... interact with this post (like, comment, reblog) if you would like to be added! i'll be writing for mainly ino, maybe nanami + choso as well!

Hey Neighbour!

it’s late when nanami finally gets home. the kind of late that turns the sky a deep, endless blue, where even the city noise has quieted down. he steps into the apartment, sighing as he loosens his tie, his shoulders heavy with the weight of the day.

and then he sees you.

standing in the entryway, waiting for him, a bouquet of white lilies cradled in your arms.

“welcome home,” you say, soft and warm.

for a moment, nanami just stares. his tired eyes flick from the flowers to your face, like he’s trying to piece together why you’re standing there, holding something so delicate after the kind of day he’s had.

“you’re giving me flowers?” his voice is quieter than usual, a little rough around the edges.

you nod, stepping closer. “i just… wanted you to have something nice.”

he exhales, slow and measured, like he’s steadying himself. but there’s something else in his expression now—something softer, something unbearably fond.

he takes the bouquet from you carefully, his fingers brushing against yours. he doesn’t say anything at first, just looks at the flowers like he’s memorizing them.

“they’re beautiful,” he finally murmurs. then, a little softer, “thank you.”

you smile. “you deserve nice things too, you know.”

nanami closes his eyes briefly, as if he’s letting the words sink in. when he opens them again, there’s something lighter about him. he leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead—gentle, lingering.

“and you,” he says, “are the nicest thing of all.”

☆ 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 ☆

w.c ✰ 1.9

it starts off as an innocent conversation that he was able to drown out at first in hopes of being able to fall asleep after the laboring day they’d had. dealing with curses back after back drained all the energy out of him.

it’s not unusual for gojo to call you when he’s away from home to check on you. especially before the both of you go to sleep to say goodnight. he calls it ‘sappy love shit’ and gojo would tell him to shut up and to stop being jealous. if only he knew…

he’s in a dazed state as he slowly lets exhaustion take over him. that’s when he hears it. almost a mumble of a moan coming from your side of the call. however it’s silent for a bit after that so he brushes it off thinking he’s hearing things.

the second time it happens his eyes shoot back open but he’s facing the other way so all he’s left with is the dark wall in front of him. it’s a curse this time followed with your boyfriends name.

the next thing he hears is gojo’s whispered voice “that’s it baby, just like that” and suddenly all his energy is rushing back to him in some places more than others.

he knows he shouldn’t be listening to this. it’s obviously meant to be an intimate moment between you and gojo in the quite peace of the night.

however the next time he hears a whimper leave your mouth. he feels the blood from his brain, that’s supposed to do the right and let the two of you know that he’s awake and you should stop, slowly rushing down to his cock.

he tries to ignore it at first, he really does, but hearing you moan his friends name so obscenely makes it hard for him to even attempt to fall asleep.

only sleeping in his briefs was a bad choice as he can feel them starting to dampen with his tip starting to leak. luckily he's facing the other way otherwise gojo would have seen his erection rising and he would rather not have to deal with that right now.

it's already embarrassing enough that he wanted to hear his name come out of you mouth. its another thing to be pitching a tent to hearing you moan his best friends name.

it doesn't take long for him to fill out in his briefs but he makes no movement deciding to just ignore it until the both of you are done, trying to count sheep, cows, horses anything to take his mind off the noises coming just a few inches next to him.

to make matters worse, due to the close proximity of the two double beds he can hear every hitch of breath that you make, every plea that you so desperately try to muffle, every call of gojo's name ever so affectionally.

his palms are sure to be bleeding with they way he's digging his nails into his palms while he tries not to make any noise.

he's able to barely tune out all that so far only for him to finally hear you sink to fingers into your pussy, letting out a moan that isn't muffled in any way.

that was what pushed him over the edge, the damp spot spread so wide, making his lower abdomen feel sticky with his cock head threatening to burst out the top of his briefs.

you're mewls get louder through is friends speaker as you slowly plunge your fingers in and out of your cunt and he slowly reaches down into is boxers pulling out his full mast cock, grimacing at the the hot stickiness in his briefs.

he instead lowers his briefs below his balls and lets out a quiet sigh at the short lived relief of not having to bear the uncomfortable restriction anymore.

he’s always been a little more sensitive than others so it takes a great effort to not let out a hiss at his cool breeze flowing through the air, having forgone using the duvet is coming back to bite him now.

he has half the mind to slowly stroke his cock with a slack fist listening to the sound of your moans as you vigorously finger your cunt that he’s spent more than an appropriate amount of time thinking about.

“such a good girl for me aren't ya?” geto can hear your stifled reply through gojo’s speaker and rubs his thumb over his cock head, wondering if you’d be good for him too. huh!

“bet you miss my cock, bet your little fingers don’t stretch you out as much as I can” he’s seen gojo’s cock before, he knows gojo’s longer than him but he knows he’s thicker, which makes something inside of him stir but he doesn’t want to think about that.

luckily for him he remembers he has other things to think of when your sobbed reply of ‘yes fuck- miss your cock so much’ snaps him back into the presence and he has to bite down hard, trying to suppress the groans that are fighting to leave his mouth.

that’s when he forgets shame and finally gives in, tightening his hold while starting to stroke his cock in time with your fingers, praying to the gods that gojo cant hear the slick sound of his fist or see the moment of his arm.

“enjoying yourself aren’t you, being so loud” geto is so grateful for your volume he wishes he could hear it right up next to his ears while he fucks you dumb.

“bet you want him to wake up and hear you” that stops him in his tracks. he cant mean.. his thoughts are cut off when he hears your whines that neither confirm nor deny gojo’s words.

“c'mon baby, don’t be shy” his words come a little more strained than his previous sentences and geto somehow on now realises that he can also hear the sound of his friend steadily pumping his cock. “you wish it was his fingers instead of yours don’t you?”

that makes his hand still as he wakes for your reply. there's no way gojo actually means what he said… right? it’s only a second later that he hears your choked affirmation over the phone.

he'd already known that he stood no chance with you when gojo showed up with his perfect girlfriend one day. though, he had never quite let go of his his fantasies no matter how hard he tried, keeping them stored away in the back of his mind but right now in the present moment he finds them flashing begore his eyes. better yet he’s hearing it first hand.

it’s a miracle that he doesn’t make a sound when he hears you barely mumble ‘want you both’. any guilt he was feeling vanished in that instant. “what? you want to take both of us at the same time?,”

gojo is relentless with his teasing and geto cant help but think maybe his friend is a little twisted in the head. “want him to fuck your mouth while I stuff your greedy cunt full?”

geto has never in his life wanted something to be real this badly. just the visual of his friends words has him picking up his pace again. only a second later does he hear your whined ‘no’.

your boyfriend wastes no time in response “what? then you want it to be the other way around?” dear God “you want him to fuck you full while I fuck your face” geto doesn’t know if he wants gojo to shut up or keep talking.

he hopes gojo cant hear the hushed groans from behind his lips. he’d never live down the embarrassment from being caught. even as he tries to reason with himself he’s still at fault for not shutting it down and acting on his urges.

he swears that there’s no God when gojo opens his mouth again “or do you want to take us both at the same time,” he hears you agreeing shamelessly and has to stop his movements before he makes a mess of the sheets.

“am I not enough for you baby, you need both our cocks stretching you out?” there’s no way this is re- ‘need it so bad’ and he’s officially out now, he must be dreaming. it’s the only realistic conclusion. this is just a sick dream his brain has conjured up after it’s had enough of keeping his desires under wraps.

either that or it’s a sick joke the two of you have pulled on him that’s gone a bit too far. yet it cant be a dream he can feel his cock begging for attention as it dribbles down his hand. the cool breeze circulating the room long gone replace with the heated breaths between himself and his companion.

it would be to cruel for a dream a nightmare even, though he hardly believes you’d be the type to joke about this kind of thing. ‘want it fuck- so bad baby’

gojo’s laugh has never sounded so weak addled with pleasure and mirth “I’d let him fuck you while I watch, let him open you up and fill you with his cum,” gojo needs to stop putting these issues into his head otherwise he’ll cum without being touched “I’d make him keep going till your struggling to keep his cum in” if anything geto thinks you’re enjoying this more than he is.

from the sound of it geto can tell that you’re close your moans becoming more sporadic and your finger picking up pace so he decides he might as well see it through and begins to roll his fist over his cock not nearly in time with your movements.

“then I’ll have him suck it out of you so I can taste it on his tongue” geto doesn’t even care it gojo’s joking anymore. all he wants is to cum to the sound of your moans.

“you’d like that wouldn’t you” he’d do anything if it meant he could please you. “you gonna cum baby?” geto wants to reply as well but barely holds himself back. “lets cum together”

geto wants so bad to see the face you make when you come undone but he’ll take what he can get right now as it’s the first and most likely the last time he’ll get to hear it. nevertheless he pumps his cock with a bit more haste no longer caring if he’s caught.

“that’s it baby, pump those fingers fast and deep for me,” gojo seems to have had the same idea as him seeing as he can hear gojo nimble movements from across him. “good girl just like that, I’m close baby, just a bit longer” at this rate they are all going to finish at the same time.

although geto wants this to last longer his cock is painfully hard from being neglected and stimulated on end, coating his hand in sticky layer of his essence. it’s inly a few more seconds before gojo roughly groans out “you can cum now”

geto knows he’s not talking to him but he still follows anyway spilling over his hand and sheets with a hardly muffled groan behind his free fist.

the only sounds left in the room now are yours and gojo’s heavy breathing as you all come down from your high geto’s subdued breaths are quietened by the two of you.

it’s quiet for a bit after that and geto thinks that the end of it until. “I’m sure we can have those events arranged, right? suguru.” fuck…

© 𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐙𝐈𝐍 - 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

mornings after

some characters just deserve a wife and kids

nanami

I need to lick him so bad.

thinkin’ of sheriff toji!

cw include: black coded!fem reader, toji is very sweet in this hehe, lots of fluff, premature ejaculation (he came in his pants while they were making out), size kink, breeding kink, oral f & m receiving, protected & unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, backshots, pussyjob, mating press

sfw

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who was the biggest n’ strongest man you’d ever met in all your days. standing at a whopping six three and well over two hundred pounds of pure handsomeness.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who always stopped by your booth at the farmers market on sunday’s, partaking in every homemade sweet treat you had to offer. ‘these cream puffs are almost as sweet as you, sugar’ he’d always say with a low chuckle, his heart relishing in the way you’d act so bashful afterwards.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who always helped you pack your booth up after the farmers market was closed. he’d do most of the work, insisting that a ‘pretty lady’ such as yourself shouldn’t be worried about such things when he’s around.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who smells of aftershave and on a rare occasion cinnamon! he’d always had a bit of an oral fixation so best believe he was always chewing on his favorite cinnamon gum.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who was elated when he found out you were unwed and not seeing anyone. the second he saw you selling your sweet lil pastries on that fateful sunday, he was already picturing how cute you’d look next to him.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who passes by your house every tuesday and friday morning on his morning runs. you always refilled your hummingbird feeders on those mornings so each time he passed by he had to say hello bc duh! as you converse with him you can’t help but notice how….nice and toned his body is, especially when he lifts his shirt up to wipe his sweat away! the happy trail that led into his sweats definitely had you curious but he didn’t need to know that.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who picked up a habit of calling you everything but your name. pretty girl, sugar, darlin’, peach, honeysuckle—you name it!! it didn’t bother you in the slightest especially with that low country drawl of his hehe.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who is flooredddd when you bring him lunch at the station. you looked breathtaking in your pretty pink sundress and matching kitten heels, he could’ve ate you up instead if he was being completely honest.

“now what do we have here?” toji chuckled, tipping his hate up to get a better look at you. you didn’t say anything but your toothy smile said more than enough for him. you sat the pink tupperware in front of him with shaky hands, giggling when he was quick to pull the top off.

“s’nothin’ special just some baked ziti i whipped up, i remember you saying it was your favorite when you were younger! n-not that i made it specifically for you of course, but i m-mean i certainly wouldn’t mind making you a-anything you wanted….”

as toji watched you babble he couldn’t help but let his lips lift into a smirk—were you….flustered?

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who picked up on your crush on him faster than it took you to even register it. after you brought him lunch he thought it was only fair that he treated you to dinner, granted he quite literally served you meat and potatoes bc let’s face it he’s still a man. that night he learned a bunch about you, securing his bond with you even more.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who finally grew a pair and asked you on a proper date. his ears were as red as your famous fried tomatoes, and he stumbled over his words but you said yes regardless with the biggest smile he’d ever seen you wear. although he was sure you liked him just as much as he liked you he couldn’t help but be shocked that you said yes!

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who took you to the fanciest restaurant in town, insisting that you get whatever your little heart desired. he was looking as handsome as ever in his formal jacket and button up shirt, and you looked liked the most darling doll in your pastel pink dress. you recalled him saying one time he absolutely adored you in the color pink, so pink on the first date was definitely a no brainer.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who finally bit the bullet and asked you to be his darling after your third date. you both shared a steamy kiss afterwards and as corny as it sounds one of your legs did lift up a tiny bit out of instinct when his lips smushed into yours <333

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who surprisingly takes you out dancing every other week. sure dinners and picnics are fun especially there’s a little making out but he believes this is where the intimacy lies.

Dirty Girl Panties .ᐟ

note: you put your dirty panties in their pocket !

warnings: cursing, sexual, perv!geto, perv!toji, perv!ino, f!reader

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nanami was your neighbor; you never really noticed him because of how busy your schedules were, but he noticed you.

"hey." nanami looks at you while he puts his key into the hole, slowly twisting, trying to stall time to have a conversation with you, but you were a little quicker, returning the same "hey" and walking into your home.

that was it; that was all. that's what happened at least once a week when he got a chance to see you, and even when you didn't exchange enthusiasm with your words when speaking with him, he still found himself wanting you, his dick hard and pressing against his pants.

rushing into his house just to think about you for the rest of the night, he didn't know why he wanted you so bad or what about you got him horny, but he knew that one day he was going to get a chance to have you.

he was absolutely correct.

it was the same routine, but something was different; you were coming home from a trip in a rush to get inside and strip off your clothes.

as you were dragging your suitcase inside, it burst open, only yourself to blame for not taking the time to put everything in there neatly. no worries because nanami was by your side helping.

"thank you, enjoy your evening." smiling to him as you zip up your suitcase and head inside, what you thought was the end to this embarrassing interaction, it was far from over.

nanami hit the jackpot.

while the both of you were picking up your clothes as fast as you could, nanami noticed a pair of your panties, his heart racing and his dick once again pushing against his pants, not one thought of whether he should really do that going through his mind; instead, he quickly stuffed them in his pocket.

he didn't stop at his thieving, taking it one step further and taking them with him to bed; the more he touched them, the more he thought about you, and because of that, he couldn't not use this to his advantage.

in bed, taking his dick out and rubbing your panties over his throbbing length that was leaking, his cum rubbing on the fabric as he pumps himself, thinking about you and imagining how you would look with them on.

trying to suppress his moans, but he couldn't; his chest rising and falling at great speed, trying to calm himself, but the euphoria he was experiencing was too overwhelming.

his hands rubbing over his pecs as he squirms, your figure popping in his mind.

thinking about you and not-so-appropriate thoughts, like walking behind you, bending you over, and stripping the panties he was currently jerking himself off with.

he was a deviant when it came to you, but he didn't care, not when it felt this good. he couldn't get a hold of himself, his cum soaking your panties, still pumping himself, nasty thoughts about you reputedly popping in his mind.

keeping your panties just to do the same thing every time he got to see you.