Happy Pride Month Fellow Biblical Abominations

Happy Pride Month fellow biblical abominations 🏳️‍🌈

This is something silly and unserious I wrote for @chosoyukiism. I just wanted Gojo to take a “Am I gay?” quiz and it was my best chance to write it

Summary:

After their first Pride events together, Gojo tries to confess his feelings to his best friends so clumsily that he gets mistaken for a homophobe.

Preview:

Newlywed!Nanami Kento x Reader

one-shot domestic fluff and smut, also on ao3

Nanami thought he couldn’t love you any more than he already did. That is, until he saw you with that delicate band on your ring finger, nestled against the diamond promise he had made you. His wife.

He thought he couldn’t be any prouder to be yours until he felt the weight of the gold band on his own finger, the way it caught the light and pressed against the softness of your hand when he held it. Your husband.

Now that you were married, he took every opportunity to call you his. “I’m waiting for my wife.” “One vanilla latte for my wife, please.” “Excuse me, I need to call my wife.” He’d be quietly thrilled each time in a way that only you could notice, a squeeze of your hand or a dust of pink on his cheekbones.

This new joy of being yours carried over into everything. He would slide over your cup of tea in the morning, made just the way you like it, with a lovestruck smile on his face. “Tea for my bride.”

He’d come home tired from work, his hair messy and his suit rumpled, and brighten like the sunrise when he saw you. “Welcome home, my husband.”

In your shared bed, tangled under the covers in sleepy bliss, he’d press soft kisses to the inside of your wrist, trailing his lips up to where your ring sparkled. “All mine,” he’d whisper, kissing it.

In your most intimate moments, he would moan the title like it was a prayer. “My wife,” sighed into your neck. “I’m all yours,” murmured between your thighs. He would slide his ring finger into you, thumb planted on your clit, and watch in adoration as you slicked his wedding band with arousal. He would put it in your mouth, trembling as you cleaned him off. His wife’s mouth, his bride’s tongue... Spit-shined gold on your husband’s hand.

blind date with !dilf nanami where he is just such a gentleman; bringing you flowers, kissing your hand, listening when you talk and asking questions. ...that is until you get into bed with him and he's spitting in your mouth while he pulls on your hair, his thick cock ramming into your slick hole. he's so filthy with it too; he tells you every detail about how your pussy is gripping him like a vice, how your juices drip down his shaft. he tells you how much of a dirty whore you are for taking his cock so easily on the first date. but as soon as you both come down from your climaxes, he goes right back to his gentleman persona, telling you how he didn't mean anything he said and how much of an angel you are.

😩😩😩i need him

sukuna is this bad boy womanizer that claims that he'll never settle down, and then you happen and BAM. he's in your shared kitchen, heating up a bottle for your baby so you can get a bath and a glass of wine

he's like. wait how the fuck did THIS happen?

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you were still in the early stages of dating nanami kento, but it was enough to know that the serious and stoic sorcerer had managed to steal your heart. Discovering a side to him which came out only in front of you did things to your heart you didn't know was possible. He had made you smile and blush uncontrollably, much to your embarrassment, from the first date itself. He was so gentlemanly that you did not know how to act around this man. But the unforgettable happened on your fourth date. That was the first time you saw him blush, and your heart skipped such a beat that discovering his little love languages became your life goal.

It was a crisp evening, and you had arranged to meet Nanami at a quaint café he frequented. He was waiting for you at the entrance, dressed impeccably in one of his many sexy suits. But today, his tie was slightly askew. As you approached him, you couldn’t help but notice the minor imperfection in this usual perfectly made man and it made your heart smile.

“Hi, Kento,” you greeted him with a warm smile, standing on your tiptoes to reach his tie. “Let me fix this for you.”

Your fingers gently adjusted the tie, and as you stepped back, you were greeted with the most endearing sight. Nanami’s cheeks were a deep hue of red, and his usually composed eyes were struggling to meet yours. You could hardly believe that such a small gesture could elicit such a reaction from him.

Ever since that evening, it became your mission to uncover more ways to make your perfect man blush. You discovered that surprise homemade lunches were one of those ways. One of your biggest love languages was cooking for people you love. Since Nanami always had little gifts sent to you, you thought of taking a cute bento with a freshly baked mini baguette sandwich filled with tender roast beef, crisp lettuce, and a touch of mustard. It was introduced to you by him because of your shared love of good bread and you thoughtfully wanted him to have a version of yours. 

“The life I have doesn’t grant me much care” he said with a faint blush on his face, with a mixture of love for you but the pain his life has given him that it made your heart cry for him. Kento appreciated quality, and when you packed him a meticulously prepared lunch with all his favorite foods, his appreciative, shy smile made your heart flutter. You were determined to make him feel loved, for all he does for everyone.

Nanami is used to being the protector, so you insisted on taking care of him, even in small ways. He would laugh lightly with a rosy blush and hug you from behind as you insist adamantly in front of your big man that you will handle dinner and all he needs to do is have some wine and tell you about his day.

“You’re too good to me”, he would say in your ear, kissing your earlobes. “You deserve this and so much more, my love” you kiss his cheeks as his head sinks deeper in the crook of your neck..

Planning spontaneous dates showed you another side of him. A visit to a cozy bookstore, or a surprise trip to a quaint café during his lunch break would bring out a softer, more relaxed Nanami, whose rare, genuine smiles made your heart skip a beat. He would show you the books he likes a lot, telling you how he’s been looking for their first editions, while you take mental notes to gift him those books later. Taking him out for his lunch breaks also sometimes showed you how stressful his job was, as he vented about his annoying co-worker and the insane morals of the higher ups in his profession. 

“I have never had such ease talking about my life to someone, y/n. Thank you for being here for me." Kento's gratitude often showed in the form of a rosy blush. You longed to tell him what you would do to bring this smile and contentment on this man’s face. 

Leaving heartfelt notes for him became a habit. You’d slip them into his briefcase or jacket pocket, knowing that he’d find them during his busy day. His texts thanking you were always sweet and sometimes accompanied by a shy confession of how much he loved your notes.

But the easiest way to make him blush was simply by being genuinely happy. Your laughter and joy, especially when caused by something he did or said, never failed to bring a blush to his cheeks and a soft, pleased smile to his lips.

Every little discovery about what made Kento blush was a victory for you. It wasn’t just about the cute reactions; it was about understanding the layers of this complex, wonderful man who had become such an important part of your life. And with each blush, you fell more in love with him, knowing that beneath his stoic exterior was a heart that beat just for you.

hopefully first of manyy nanami fluffs. please reblog if u liked it! suggestions and comments are always always welcome! 💖💖💖

nanami art by artist @/xiaoshy_otp on twitter banner by @anitalenia