It is a phrase some people say casually, sometimes even jokingly, as if being straight automatically places someone on a higher moral ground. The phrase often appears in conversations where people are judging others’ sexuality, using it as a way to claim righteousness while condemning someone else. But when we stop and think about it, the statement raises an uncomfortable question: why do some people believe that being straight somehow makes them morally superior?
In many societies, people are willing to forgive a wide range of actions. Someone who steals may be told they can repent. Someone who struggles with addiction may be encouraged to seek redemption. Even people who have committed serious wrongs are often reminded that forgiveness is possible if they turn back to God. Redemption is one of the most central teachings of Christianity. The belief that people can change, repent, and be welcomed again is repeated throughout Christian teachings.
Yet when it comes to people who are gay—people who are simply born loving the same gender—many are treated differently. Instead of being met with compassion or understanding, they are often labeled as sinful or immoral. Some are told that their identity itself is wrong and that their punishment will be eternal damnation. This reaction creates a contradiction: if forgiveness and grace exist for many actions, why is love between two people sometimes treated as something beyond acceptance?
Part of the problem comes from how religious texts are sometimes used. Some people quote individual verses to justify condemning others while ignoring the broader message of love and humility found throughout the Bible. It becomes less about faith and more about proving someone else wrong. In these situations, scripture can be used as a weapon rather than a guide.
But when we look at the core teachings of Christianity, the message sounds very different. In John 13:34, Jesus gives a command that is both simple and powerful: “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.” This command does not place conditions on who deserves love. It does not say to love only people who live exactly the same way you do. Instead, it calls believers to show the same compassion and grace that Jesus showed to others.
Another passage reminds believers to be cautious about judging others. In James 4:12, it says: “There is only one Lawgiver and Judge, the one who is able to save and destroy. But you—who are you to judge your neighbor?” This verse highlights something many people forget: judgment ultimately belongs to God. Humans are not given the authority to decide another person’s eternal fate.
These teachings challenge the mindset behind statements like “at least I’m straight.” When someone says this, they imply that being straight somehow erases other flaws or sins. But Christianity repeatedly teaches that all people are imperfect and that no one stands above others morally. Faith is meant to encourage humility, not superiority
For many LGBTQ+ individuals, hearing condemnation from religious communities can be deeply painful. They may grow up believing in God and wanting to live with faith, only to feel rejected for who they are. This experience can create a sense of conflict between identity and spirituality. Some walk away from religion entirely, while others search for ways to reconcile their faith with their identity.
However, there are also many people of faith who believe that Christianity should be a place of love rather than exclusion. They point out that Jesus repeatedly spent time with those society rejected: the poor, the marginalized, and those labeled as sinners. His actions showed that compassion mattered more than social labels.
When we return to the heart of the Gospel, we find a consistent message. It calls believers to practice love, humility, and empathy. It reminds people that judgment is not theirs to carry. And it challenges individuals to examine their own hearts before condemning someone else.
Perhaps the real issue is not about sexuality, but about how easily people use religion to justify judgment. When faith becomes a tool for labeling others, it moves away from its original purpose. Instead of bringing people together, it creates division and pain.
The Bible repeatedly reminds believers of what matters most: love, compassion, and humility. If people truly followed these teachings, conversations about identity and difference would look very different. Instead of asking who is worthy of acceptance, people would focus on how to treat each other with dignity.
In the end, the message is simple but powerful. The Bible calls people to love, not to label. And when that message is truly understood, statements like “at least I’m straight” lose the power they once held. Instead of measuring worth through identity, faith becomes what it was always meant to be—a call to love others as we wish to be loved.
That is the question people always ask to those who suffer from sexual harassment, assault, and rape. Why does clothing have something to do with people forcing themselves onto others? Why does society still look for something the victim did instead of focusing on the person who chose to harm them? This question has been repeated for years in many cultures, and yet it often leads us away from the real issue: respect, accountability, and how we understand human behavior. Many people believe that the way a woman dresses can influence whether she becomes a victim of harassment or assault. This belief is often supported by misunderstandings of religious teachings, cultural expectations, or long-standing social norms.
One Bible passage often mentioned in these discussions is found in 1 Timothy 2:9–10, which encourages women to dress modestly with decency and propriety and to focus more on good deeds than outward appearance. Over time, some people interpreted this verse as meaning that women should dress in a certain way so that men will not be tempted to sin. Because of this interpretation, many people began associating modest clothing with safety and morality.
However, when we look deeper into both real-life situations and the broader message of the Bible, this idea becomes difficult to support. Around the world, victims of sexual violence include children, elderly individuals, and even infants—people who were clearly not dressed in ways that society would label as “provocative.” These realities show that sexual violence cannot simply be explained by clothing. If clothing were truly the cause, then such cases would not exist. The truth is that the issue goes far deeper than appearance. It involves power, control, and a lack of respect for another person’s dignity.
Interestingly, the teachings of Jesus present a different perspective that many people overlook. In the Gospel of Matthew 5:28, Jesus says that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery in his heart. This teaching shifts responsibility away from the woman being looked at and places it directly on the person who is choosing to objectify someone. Jesus was emphasizing that wrongdoing begins in a person’s thoughts and intentions, not in someone else’s clothing. In other words, people are responsible for their own actions and attitudes.
The verse in 1 Timothy speaks about modesty and humility, encouraging people to value character and good deeds over outward display. Meanwhile, Jesus’ teaching in Matthew addresses personal responsibility and self-control. Together, they highlight something important: the focus of moral teaching is on how individuals behave and treat others, not on blaming victims for the actions of someone else. This idea is also reflected in real-life discussions about sexual violence.
For example, there is a Filipino documentary called 'Walang Rape sa Bontok' it explores a community where cultural values emphasized respect for women and accountability among members of society. The documentary suggests that when a community strongly values respect and dignity, incidents of sexual violence can become much less common. This challenges the assumption that controlling women’s behavior or clothing is the solution. Instead, it shows that the real solution lies in shaping attitudes, values, and how people are taught to treat one another.
Unfortunately, many societies still struggle with victim-blaming. Asking “What were you wearing?” may seem like a simple question, but it often carries a deeper implication—that the victim might somehow be responsible for what happened. This can make survivors feel ashamed or afraid to speak out. Instead of helping, this mindset protects harmful behavior and allows it to continue. When society focuses too much on clothing, it ignores the real problem: individuals who choose to disrespect boundaries and harm others. Sexual harassment, assault, and rape are serious issues that affect millions of people worldwide. Studies and advocacy movements have repeatedly shown that these crimes occur regardless of what someone is wearing. People wearing uniforms, school clothes, modest clothing, or even casual everyday outfits have experienced the same violence.
This reality proves that clothing is not the determining factor. The real factors are attitudes toward power, gender, and respect.This is why conversations about gender equality and respect are so important today. Instead of teaching people to constantly adjust their clothing to avoid danger, society must focus on teaching respect, empathy, and accountability. People must learn that every individual deserves dignity and safety, regardless of how they dress. When responsibility is placed where it truly belongs—on those who commit harmful acts—society can begin to move toward real change.Faith, culture, and social values all play a role in shaping how people think about these issues. However, when interpreted thoughtfully, many teachings—including those found in the Bible—actually support the idea of personal responsibility and respect for others. Jesus’ message reminds us that the problem begins in the heart and mind of a person who chooses to objectify or harm someone else. That message challenges victim-blaming and calls for a deeper level of accountability.
In the end, the question should not be “What were you wearing?” Instead, the question should be, “Why do some people think it is acceptable to harm others?” When society shifts the focus from the victim to the behavior of the offender, we begin to understand the real issue. Clothing has never been the cause of sexual violence. Respect, self-control, and the way we treat one another are what truly matter. Only when these values become stronger in our communities can we begin to reduce the violence and injustice that so many people continue to face today.
What if I want to be held gently? What if i want to cry and cry and cry when someone's holding me, stroking my back, places gentle kisses to my tear stained cheeks? What if I want to hear sweet nothings whispered into my ear? What if I want to be treated like the most fragile treasure? What if I want to be treated with endless kindness and patience? What if I want to be spoiled? What if I want to get small little gifts? What if I want to be praised and cherished and encouraged?
Your parents think Gojo is your gay bff — if only they knew he’s been folding you like laundry behind closed doors ;)
“Honey, are you two okay in there?”
“We’re just fine, mom!”
“And Gojo?”
Smiling like the Cheshire Cat, he winks at you before he replies, “We’re fabulous. Don’t worry your pretty self about us!”
She giggles through the bathroom door. “Okay, but make sure you get her to shave her mustache too, sweetie. She’s not as keen on feminine hygiene as we are. Work her hard in there.” Ouch?
“Oh, trust me girl, I’m working her real hard.”
How she hasn’t figured out by now that your ‘gay’ best friend isn’t as gay as she thinks, you will never know. It seems so obvious — the constant sleepovers, the wearing his shirt, how touchy he was even to their face, and how he’d be sporting a boner when you entered his line of vision. But who are you to complain?
At least your parents’ obliviousness means you two can have as much sex in your house as you’d like. For example, right now, when he’s balls deep inside your pussy in the bathroom, fucking you against the cold tiles with the excuse of a ‘DIY spa-day’ as your cover.
Swallowing your moans, he kisses you until you’re dizzy and desperate for air. Every thrust, every grind of his pelvis to your clit, every throb of his cock inside your gummy walls, drives you wild. But you have to be quiet, have to not let the squelch! squelch! of your mixing juices bleed through the door, and give away your little secret. And it's oh so hard when he's fucking you oh so good.
Naturally, it was his idea — something about the sneaking around and deceiving everyone turned him on endlessly. The way he could make you cum through your panties under the dinner table with his foot as he chatted with your dad about taking him shopping, or fingering you under the blankets when watching Barbie for the hundredth time, and how he could actually come inside the dressing rooms in stores with your mother right outside, not knowing his tongue was exploring your pussy. And you won’t lie, it's pretty damn hot to be so obvious whilst everyone is none the wiser.
“Slay, boots down houston I’m -ngh- d-deceased,” he says through gritted teeth, his tip gliding past your walls and prodding that spot inside that has you creaming harder on his cock. “This pretty pussy never fails to -fuuuuck loosen up baby gonna make me cum early- to m-make my problems sashay away.”
Nails digging into his slippery back, you groan. “Shut up, Satoru. Seriously.”
He chuckles against your neck, hot breath tickling the sensitive skin. “Just method acting, babe. Respect the craft.”
Your father’s voice sounds out through the pleasurable haze. “How are my two queens doing in there? Can I say queens?”
Gojo snickers before he forces his own voice into an ear-splitting high pitched tone, still rutting into your sopping cunt. “You can say whatever you want, daddykins — we’re almost done.”
The older man laughs before he pads away and you two resume your animalistic, uninhibited fucking. Your own wetness is dripping down your thighs. His mouth is wrapping around your nipple, flicking the bud with the tip of his tongue. And they have no clue — it’s kinda embarrassing to have parents so airheaded but you love them dearly, just not enough to be honest it would seem.
Only after you both cum, shuddering against each other with long, quiet moans, do you finally ask, “Do gay men even say ‘daddykins’?”
He grins.
“This gay does.”
This might be offensive but my fr gay best friend gave me the go ahead so woke fiends don't come knocking at my door!
summary : after being invited over with the intent to ‘study’ by the sweetest frat boy, you end up meeting his identical twin brother who just so happens to be the nerdy version of him. but thanks to weather, they insist you stay the night - which leads to them arguing who’s bed you should sleep in, unbeknownst to the fact that you don’t mind being shared in many ways.
warning ⓘ this fic includes dry humping, f and m! receiving, oral, unprotected sex (but reader is on the pill), degradation, frat!gojo whimpers.
wc 1.4k - 𑣲 collab w @sixxels and inspired by @/toriiartz_ on tt. art by @/9enesiass on x.
read six's part here !
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"think this should be enough."
satoru mumbled, walking into his brothers bedroom with blankets and extra pillows in both hands. the three of you had already changed into sleep attire with yo wearing one of gojo's boxers and one of satoru's digimon shirts with the print barely there anymore.
"oh, thank you." you smiled softly up at the twin, taking the blankets from his hands, handing one over to gojo who had just sat down next to you, bed dipping under his weight.
"thanks sweetheart." gojo yawned, throwing the blanket over the two of you, bringing it up to cover his bare chest which you tried so hard not to ogle. but how could you not when his biceps were literally right there.
satoru took notice of your flushed face. his fingers dipped underneath his shirt, bringing it over his head.
great.
so now you had two shirtless boys next to you.
"hey, make some room for me." satoru removed his black frames, placing them on the nightstand before pulling the covers back to lay down, his body warmth welcoming yours. "you cold baby?" the pet name made heat pool in your tummy. before you could answer, gojo interrupted.
"don't be calling her that shit."
satoru hummed, cocking his head to the side. he took in the frown that etched on his brothers face with a stupid grin gojo just wanted to punch off.
you bit the inside of your cheeks at the tension once again, eyes darting from twin to twin.
"was asking her something.." after finishing that sentence, satoru's muscular arms wrapped around your waist, dragging you to his chest.
your eyes widened as you felt your throat dry out.
"the fuck-"
"ah ah.. we're trying to sleep here gojo. so should you."
gojo's anger only grew at that. he couldn't bear seeing his crush be groped by his sibling.
his arm shot out, pulling you away from satoru and towards his chest instead.
satoru pouted, propping his elbow on the mattress with his head on his palm. "thought we were all gonna share?"
"she's not a toy, satoru." gojo gritted out.
satoru ignored his words, instead, reaching his other hand to rest on your hip. his thumb rubbed circles on it, eyes set on your face hoping to get a reaction.
sure enough, you were pink from the neck up.
he let out a soft chuckle at that, bringing himself closer to the two of you.
"I know that. but she said it herself.." a gasp escaped your pump lips feeling something hard press against your ass from the back. "she doesn't mind sharing."
"ah- satoru?" your hands were gripping onto your best friends shoulders, trying your best not to press back against satoru.
"yes, pretty?"
any thought you were having disappeared once he gave a little thrust.
gojo's jaw was clenched, making eye contact with satoru almost daring him to do that again.
the stupid grin on satoru's face only grew like his cock inside his pants, humping you again. gojo finally snapped, pressing his clothed dick against the front of your cunt.
your leg was brought up to wrap itself around his waist, making it easier for him to dry hump.
and even when they were covered, you could easily tell they were both packing.
"you like the way I'm grinding or him, darling?" satoru whispered in your ear.
"shut it satoru." gojo pressed harder, making a moan involuntarily irrupt from your throat.
"oh? seems like someones enjoying this." satoru's lips grazed your neck, pecking lightly at first.
god, you didn't know what to do.
did this count as an orgy? were you going to hell because of this?
your fingernails dug into gojo's skin when the light pecks became harsh bites and gojo's cock somehow rubbed just right.
they both groaned at the wetness seeping through your boxers.
"fuck, you feel so good." you were already so dumbed out, you couldn't even decipher who was talking.
gojo's face leaned down to smash his lips on yours, moaning softly.
this was what he has been wanting for so long.
well, not exactly.
he didn't like the fact that his brother was right behind you, humping you into oblivion.
but he'd take what he could.
his tongue pushed past your lips, meeting yours in a tangled dance. drool was dripping down your chin in which he happily licked up.
"toru you're marking the shit out of her."
"that's the godamn point." satoru grumbled, biting down again.
you panted into gojo's neck, fluttering your eyes shut.
you felt gojo's hand that was previously holding onto your chin leave to palm his dick.
"think I came in my pants.."
satoru snorted. "thought you weren't a virgin anymore."
"you keep your fucking mouth shut." gojo fumbled with his pajama pants, slipping them down enough to pull his cock out.
and sure enough, cum was oozing out the tip.
"see what you do to me, sweet girl?"
you bit your lip, enjoying the sight of his jerking himself off.
it was huge. like really huge.
his cock was fat and a vein traveled from his tip down and disappeared into the tamed white hair he had going on.
"go on.. touch his dick." satoru ordered you, stopping the motion of his hips. a thin layer of sweat adorned his body appearing as if he was oiled up instead.
"please.." gojo's eyes met yours, moving off the bed so he was standing in front of you, dick still in hand.
he was hoping, no, praying, you'd touch him.
but his eyes almost rolled all the way back when he was met with the wetness of your mouth instead.
you were now on your knees, back arched so satoru was able to play with your ass.
"oh my-" gojo whimpered.
he fucking whimpered.
"careful gojo.. don't finish too quickly."
"kinda hard not t-to.. ngh! she feels too good!"
you bobbed your head up and down, curling your toes to prevent yourself from gagging.
"bet she tastes good too." satoru ripped the boxers off, cold air hitting right on your cunt.
he groaned, spreading your cheeks open to give a lick right on your asshole.
"you're fucking gross toru."
"you deadass came in your pants from nothing bro."
satoru dipped his head down again, flattening his tongue on your pussy, licking it up like crazy.
his moans vibrated throughout you just like how yours shot waves through gojo's dick.
"so.. so pretty. your mouths amazing!"
he began thrusting into you forcing you gag around him. he groaned, gripping your hair, watching you closely. "you were made for this.. hah." he whimpered softly.
satoru could feel your pussy flutter around his tongue, clenching repeatedly. "gonna cum, baby."
you hummed in response, too busy deep throating gojo.
"thought so. go on.. finish on my tongue."
your orgasm hit you like a heavy wave, feeling light headed. even more so when satoru swallowed every last drop and licked you absolutely clean.
"fuck.. im- im close too!" gojo slapped a hand over his mouth to prevent more embarrassing whines from coming out, throwing his head back.
you pulled away, his cock leaving your mouth with a 'pop'.
un-swallowed cum dripped down your chin, getting cleaned up by gojo's thumb. his chest moved up and down with each heavy breath, looking down at you with admiration.
"I like you so much.. so much." he finally admitted.
"you're seriously confessing right now, while I'm still here?" satoru sat down on his knees, taking his cock out as well.
it was almost the same length as his brothers, only his was thinner and clean shaven.
gojo waited eagerly to hear if you felt the same way about him. "so um.. yeah."
satoru snorted, sliding the tip inside you making you yelp.
"she likes me.. don't you baby?"
gojo's heart sank.
"no the fuck she doesn't."
"she wouldn't be letting me fuck her if she didn't like me." he bottomed out with a hiss.
you were speechless and utterly fucked out.
"i.. I do.." your eyebrows furrowed with every thrust satoru gave. his heavy hand placed itself on the small of your waist for support. "I really do!"
gojo's face brightened.
he grabbed your cheeks, smashing his lips against yours again, tasting himself on your tongue.
"im glad.." he whispered.
you smiled softly up at him but then moaned loudly. both you and gojo looked towards satoru who had spilled his seed inside you.
“oops.. in my defense we’re still in the middle of fucking!”
꒰ঌ a/n ໒꒱ . it was such a pleasure being able to do the second half for this fic !! i hope all enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it ! much love and happy new years !
arranged marriage w/ naoya starring toji
𝐜𝐰: mdni. 18+ dirty, filthy, hopin' dick smut. 𝐰𝐜: 1358
Naoya, if anything, is prideful.
So when, during your first meeting, you huffed under your breath that you doubted a smug little worm like him could make you cum, he had to prove you wrong.
What Naoya didn't expect was that asking his cousin Toji to give him some pointers for his wedding night would turn into a full, hands-on demonstration.
"AYE! Ya seein' this?" Toji barks, sweat dripping from his brow as his hips slam into you, his thick cock punching into your guts for the umpteenth time.
Noaya nods dumbly, blinking down at you.
Sprawled out beneath Toji, your legs shaking, a mess of drool and smeared lipstick as you mewl uncontrollably. Bleary eyes fluttering, only the whites visible as your pupils remain lodged in your skull.
Naoya is utterly mesmerized by how just a few rough strokes turned your haughty remarks into slack-jawed moans.
From defiant brat to complacent dripping slut in mere seconds.
Naoya's own sweat slicked palms hold your trembling ankles up, spreading you wide for Toji's access and also wide enough so he can see a bird’s eye view of everything—and fuck, was your slutty cunt a delectable sight—you'd make him such a good wife by how obediently your swollen, weepy pussy clings to Toji's cock training you. Your hungry pussy so greedily sucking Toji back in the second his thrusts have him pulling out.
"The bitchy ones are the messiest—remember that for next time, kid. Gotta have a towel ready f'er 'em." Toji says it like an afterthought, although it's too late now, your sticky drool, squirt and probably piss too is practically everywhere.
Toji hoped you weren't thinking about passing down that pretty wedding kimono of yours as it's thoroughly stained with your creamy juices gushing down the crack of your ass in a vulgar mixture along with his nut.
Fuck—he probably shouldn't have cum in you so much but as long as you had a Zenin, Toji knew his family really didn't care whose it was. Thankfully too, he knew Naoya would be more than happy to raise it regardless, heh, he looked up to him so much the chump might even love it more if it was his.
“Look here ” Toji mutters, smirking. “Even y'er runt ass can do this.”
Reeling his head back, Toji hawks and spits a thick loogie right onto your swollen clit, smearing it in as your slutty button throbs beneath the weight of his hand.
“She’s already a fuckin’ fountain, but you can never get it too wet. Gives it a gud sting when ya—” Toji slaps your puffy clit hard. "—do this."
You twitch violently, your hips bucking up but Toji's powerful thrusts jackhammering into your cunt quickly fuck them back down to the floor.
The flood of sensation has your tears finally breaking, running down your pretty cheeks, further ruining your bridal make-up to match the fucked out state of the rest of your body.
Although Naoya, for what it's worth, thinks you've never looked more perfect for him. Ruined. Compliant. Just how he expects his future wife to be for him and he is eagerly soaking up all of Toji's notes, watching your every reaction so he could do it, and do it better.
He'd have all the time in the world to break you all on his own.
Naoya had always been a quick learner and you'd be his after this.
"Stop daydreamin' ya cuck!" Toji growls out, "Now just look at the way them cute lil’ tooties curl, fuckin' slut. She can't get enough. Bet she'd squirt if ya sucked on em a lil’ too."
The butt of Toji's heavy palm comes down on your clit again, harder this time, a squishy audible 'SMACK' echoing off the walls as Naoya's tongue experimentally slips between your manicured toes.
"NRGHH! PUHLLEEASEE!" you cry desperately, thinking you just might go crazy from the pleasure.
One of your hands pushes against Toji’s chest, the other scrambles for Naoya’s thigh as if begging for mercy from the overwhelming assault on your pussy and feet. It's too much, too good, too humiliating all at once and you think you just might die from it all.
“Heh, yeah,” Toji snorts. “A lil' runner like ‘er definitely feelin’ it now. But she's y'er wifey, so ya gotta teach her to take it.”
Toji's dick slams into your womb for emphasis, your choked moans dribbling over your lips, coalescing with tears and spittle as the men above you turn you into the pathetic little mess they desired you to be.
Your mind finally blanks, overwhelmed with the one lingering thought of—
What kind of den of devils did you walk into by marrying into the Zenin clan?
In turn, Naoya’s nearly at his limit too.
You look so beautifully fucked out—eyes glassy, mouth parted, legs trembling—and he can still taste you on his lips. A hint of salt from your toes and the sweetness from the squirt that hit his face earlier still lingering on his tongue.
He never thought merely watching you get destroyed would turn him on this much.
But he can’t take it anymore. Jaw clenched, one hand starts to slip from your ankle, reaching down toward his waistband—
"Fuck ya doing, boy? Nuh-uh, none of that shit."
Toji snaps, his senses from heavenly restriction alone alerted him but he's not even looking up either to confirm it.
He's also too entranced by the way your body is falling apart underneath him. Following the sight line of his visible dick print pounding into your tummy up to the view of the sweat bouncing off your cute bitten up tiddies. More drops flying off the harder he ruts into you, room filling with the intoxicating musk of your well fucked-out cunt.
“Better not catch ya tryin' to stroke that lil’ pecker while I’m graciously givin’ ya a lesson. This is about her pleasure. Watch and learn, runt.”
Toji groans through his teeth as his thrusts start to falter, becoming heavier and more erratic. Something deep in his balls tells him this next load will knock you up for sure, but he doesn’t even consider pulling out. Hell, if he did put one in you he'd have the perfect excuse to keep fucking your pretty pussy after this too right up until it finished cookin’ in ya.
But, you are Naoya's wife, after all. Toji thinks his cousin has been a good student up until this point, Toji would throw him a lil' bone for his patience, he supposes.
"...tsk, hold her right ya lil' cuck and I might let ya have first go at her ass next. Gotta get that lesson in too."
"Y-Yes, Toji-kun!" Noaya responds eagerly, swallowing thickly.
Naoya feels his dick throb painfully in his pants, resisting the urge to rut into his own thigh like a dog in heat, more excited than he expected at the prospect of getting to fuck you at the same time as Toji.
However, you just continue to whimper, thighs trembling harder as the men above you speak like you are not even in the room despite being the object of their lust as you are used like a fancy fleshlight they are breaking-in.
The threat, no—the promise—of being tag-teamed by both men makes your cunt pulse, clenching tighter around Toji’s cock, as you cum in erratic spasms of ecstacy, nearly causing Toji to bust in you. Toji is a goner regardless and his hips manage a few final pulses before another wave of vicious white paints your walls.
“Whew…” Toji exhales, chest heaving as his muscles twitch and his hips give one last lazy thrust—burying the final creamy dredges of his release deep inside you.
He pulls out with a wet pop to view, your pussy fluttering so obscenely around nothing, legs still stretched wide by Naoya’s tightening grip (who, by the look of him, is about to burst too).
With a smug grin, Toji finally locks eyes with you—addressing you directly for the first time—as he rather gently brushes a sweat-damp strand of hair from your face.
𝐚𝐧: no one save me i'm exactly where i want to be. 😇
busted this out quickly to hold y'all and myself over until i can finish incel!naoya. this was also inspired by a very unhinged conversation major shoutouts to @kamiflix for sparking this idea. NAOYA GIRLIES RISE!!!
tagging the naochan luvvers:
@yenayaps @madamechrissy @veejiez @sytorusdoll
and the haters:
@uhnosav @jaibunni 😘
𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼? then please 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 or 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠! you can also join my gen. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (no tags under 2k) or contribute to the 𝐛𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐨$𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐝.
✧˖° 18+ | Suguru being so sweet when you can only handle half his cock
Suguru is so patient with his sweet, shy girlfriend who still can't take all of him even after a few times together.
every single time, without fail, your small hands end up pressed flat against his abs, keeping him from sinking in all the way. and he never pushes it—just watches you with those dark, half-lidded eyes while you're already making such a mess on just half his cock, whimpering and clenching around him like you're trying so hard to be good for him.
"that's it, baby," he murmurs, one big hand covering both of yours on his stomach, holding them there. "take what you can. don't hurt yourself." but his voice is strained, jaw tight, because fuck—you're so wet and tight and he can feel you fluttering around him, and he wants nothing more than to just sink in deep and stay there.
you're babbling apologies, face hot with embarrassment because you can see how much of him is still outside, glistening and dripping with you. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, 'm trying—"
"shh, none of that," he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead, your cheeks, so sweet it makes your chest ache. "you're doing so well, angel. look how good you're taking me already." his thumb finds your clit and you gasp, back arching, and he groans when you clench down hard. "there you go. just like that."
he starts moving in shallow thrusts, just working the half he can fit, and it's already so much—the stretch, the fullness, the way his tip keeps hitting that spot that makes your toes curl. you're soaking him, obscene wet sounds filling the room, and you want to die from how embarrassing it is.
"listen to that," he breathes, eyes dark and focused on where you're connected. "making such a pretty mess on my cock, baby. getting me all wet." his hand slides from your clit to your hip, gripping tight. "think you can take a little more for me? just a little?"
you nod frantically even though you're not sure, because you want to be good for him, want to give him everything. he pushes in another inch, slow and careful, watching your face the whole time. your hands scrabble against his abs but he's stronger, holding himself there while you adjust.
"breathe, sweetheart," he coaxes. "that's my girl. so fucking tight for me. you're perfect, you know that?"
and even though you still can't take all of him, even though your hands are still trying to keep him from going too deep, he looks at you like you've given him everything—like you're everything—and somehow that makes the embarrassment worth it.
18+ ⸝⸝⸝ 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 (toji, gojo, nanami, geto & choso) when their wife is ovulating n cock drunk <3
𓂃 𓈒𓏸 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎
"you're such a fucking slut, ma."
his grin is wicked as he leans back to watch you bounce on his cock—almost like he's got all the time in the world.
so mean.
your glossy, kiss bitten lips wobble into a pout, fingers clutching at his broad shoulders. sweat sticks to your palms and his skin in a way that’s filled with desperate heat.
toji only coos seeing the look on your face, condescending, "don't look at me like that. y'know it just gets me harder."
"toji—" you whine, voice breaking almost embarrassingly, "just—hah...fuck me, please—?"
he arches a brow, mocking, "isn't that what i'm doing?"
tears blur your vision, frustration stinging as your body trembles with need. it isn't enough. you need more. every nerve is lit up, wound so tight it hurts, your body is just begging for him. and he knows exactly why.
your nails dig into his skin, but your dear husband only smirks, leaning back further against the pillows, drinking in the sight of you. his grip on your hips tightens, grinding you down to the base until you're trembling.
"look at you," he drawls, voice thick with amusement, "crying on my cock like you can't take it. but you can, can't you? greedy little thing."
your response comes out strangled, half plea, half moan. every drag of him inside you has your walls fluttering helplessly, slick dripping down your thighs and onto his.
but still—he still won't give you the brutal pace you're begging for. "tojiiii— please," you gasp, thighs quivering as you try to bounce faster. "need you—need it so bad-"
it's so useless. you can't ride him as good as he fucks you.
he chuckles dark and low before lifting his hips just enough to slam into you once, sharp, deep—making you cry out. "that's all it takes? a little bit of cock and you're losing your mind already?" his hand comes up to grip your jaw, tilting your tear streaked face up so he can see every broken expression.
"pathetic. so fuckin' cute."
and then…you fall forward suddenly, body jerking as he starts snapping his hips up into you, the shift making your voice break on a scream.
"there we go," he groans, watching the way you fall apart on his cock. "that's the fuckin' cry i wanted."
your thighs are shaking, threatening to give out with every punishing thrust, but toji doesn't slow. if anything, he drives up harder, forcing you to take every inch of him.
"how are you so tight? don't i fuck you enough?" he grits out, eyes locked on the way you clench down. "squeezin' me like you're made for it. she's fuckin' dripping—hah—look at the mess you're making on me."
your nails rake over his chest in a futile attempt to ground yourself, but the overwhelming drag of him has your voice breaking into shameless, high pitched cries. cockdrunk.
he laughs low in his throat, savoring it. "yeah, that's it. scream for me, mama. neighbors oughta know how good i fuck you."
his thumb presses cruel circles to your clit, rubbing hard until you jolt violently, sobbing from the sudden overload.
"n-no— too much-" you hiccup, eyes glassy, but your hips betray you, grinding down against the pressure even as you try to push at his wrist.
toji leans in, mouth hot against your ear, voice a dangerous growl. "tch. brat. acting like you weren't just begging for more? you love when i ruin you like this, don't lie. can't fuckin' breathe without me stuffing you full."
the words make you clench so tight he curses, slamming up into you with bruising force. your vision sparks white, body convulsing as your orgasm rips through you—loud and broken against his shoulder.
"fuck—there she goes," he groans, grip unrelenting as he keeps driving you through it. "my slut of a wife. give me all of it."
you slump against him, trembling, vision still swimming from your release, but toji doesn't let you come down. his hands lock tight around your waist, forcing your overstimulated body to keep bouncing on his cock.
"don't go limp on me now," he taunts, grin sharp as he watches you struggle and sob. "you wanted me to fuck you like this, didn't you? then take it. take all of it."
your broken sob catches in your throat, every thrust punching the air from your lungs, pleasure tipping into raw sensitivity that flirts with pain. still, your body clings around him like it can't help itself—slick pouring out of you, wetter than you've ever been. it's the kind of messy that only comes when your body is desperate for him to fill it.
"thaaat's my girl," he groans, eyes flashing as your walls spasm around him again. "you say it's too much, but you're still squeezin' me—fuck—yer ovulating cunt's just milking me dry. you don't even know how bad your body's beggin' me to breed you, do you?"
you shake your head weakly, tears spilling, but the truth is in your trembling moans and the way you arch helplessly when his thumb finds your clit again. the overstimulation makes you shriek, thrashing as he circles mercilessly.
"don't fight it," he coos, pressing your body down, flush against him. "gonna cum again, aren't you? my messy wife's gonna cum all over me again? go on."
your body obeys, a guttural moan breaking free as another violent orgasm crashing through you, leaving you sobbing and shaking in his grip. he spills inside you shortly after, thumb dragging over your trembling lower lip, eyes glittering hot as he leans in, breathing heavy.
"hope you're ready, ma," he says, hoarse but certain. "cause i'm not stoppin' till i breed you stupid."
𓂃 𓈒𓏸 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎
"fuuuck sweetheart— she's—shit—gushing all around me." sator punctures out, sounding almost as whiny as you.
meanwhile, your eyes are nearly rolling back into your skull as he pounds you into the mattress. unrelenting. face first and back arched, giving him the most perfect view of your ass.
he's obsessed. of course he is.
and even better he thinks? the way your need spikes when you're ovulating.
he could never get enough of your feverish body, greedy and slick walls clinging around him like it knows exactly what it wants (well it does. you want him obviously).
you can't even imagine stopping the moans tearing out of your throat anymore, messy and broken, "sa—ah—toru! ugh—"
"what was that baby? hah—yeahhh. i'm fucking her so good, aren't i? pussy always loves me."
you gurgle a reply, drool spilling out of your mouth and onto the sticky silk pillows beneath you.
"come on, wifey. tell me how good you feel."
you involuntarily clench at his words, breathing out another moan, gripping his cock like a vice.
that should be enough of an answer, right?
wrong.
his fist tangles in your hair, jerking your head back so you're forced to meet his gaze over your shoulder. "heard what i said, pretty girl? tell me how you feel, hmm? oh fuck—" his thrusts falter for just a second when he finally sees the look on your face.
dazed. cockdrunk. completely ruined.
you whine, throwing your ass back against him, desperate, still unable to answer. you're too far gone to even form the words and he sees it.
"p-please— 'toru—!"
and oh...how could he ever deny his precious wife?
his pace turns feral.
he props one leg up, finding perfect leverage to piston into you with brutal force without warning.
"urghh—fuck! ohmygod—" you babble, throat raw. the bedframe rocks with every snap of his hips, headboard slamming the wall in time with your broken cries. your nails claw at the sheets, twisting them until your knuckles ache.
"that's it—squeeze me just like that, baby," he sighs, sweat dripping down his temple as he watches your body plead for him. every flutter of your walls is a confession you're too fucked out to say aloud.
his free hand slides down the curve of your back, pressing firmly between your shoulder blades until your chest is flush with the mattress. the new angle makes you choke on a scream, vision going white for a moment as he slams home again and again.
"ngh—shit, baby, you're gonna make me lose it," he pants, the strain in his voice almost as intoxicating as the pace he's keeping. "you feel too good—"
your toes curl, your body shuddering violently under him as the pressure in your stomach coils tighter, threatening to snap. your throat can only produce strangled, needy noises, your mind incapable of anything but him, him, him.
he bends over your back, chest pressed to your slick skin, lips brushing your ear. "my perfect girl…my sweet wife. gonna cum for me, huh? yeah? let me feel it."
the words snap something inside you. your scream rips free as your orgasm slams into you, body convulsing around him, soaking his cock in wave after wave of slick.
"ohhh fuck—" he snarls, rutting into your spasming cunt like a man possessed. your body won't let him go, clutching so tight it drags his release from him with a broken groan. his hips stutter, burying himself to the hilt as he floods you, holding you there while his cock twitches and spills deep.
he doesn't move, chest pressed to your back, pinning you down, forcing you to take every hot pulse of him.
"look at that," he whispers hoarsely, pressing a kiss to your damp temple. "made for me."
and though your body trembles from oversensitivity, your cunt flutters helplessly around him again, as if begging him not to pull out—greedy, aching, ready for more.
𓂃 𓈒𓏸 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎
with your legs locked around his waist like this—kento couldn't even pull away if he wanted to.
his thrusts are slow and deliberate, each one punctuating his words into your already mushy brain. "my perfect wife. just begging me to stuff her full—mmmh, so beautiful." his breath is warm against your skin, reverent, every syllable pressed into you like scripture.
when you told him you were ready to try for a baby, you didn't expect his answer to be so immediate...
ovulating wasn't the reason you finally brought it up, but it was the push, the quiet urgency humming in your body that finally made the words spill out.
his lips drag across your throat, savoring you with every kiss, every exhale that burns hot against your skin. his hands are firm on your hips, holding you open for him, like he can't risk even the smallest distance between you.
"gonna give you everything you want," he murmurs, the words breaking on a groan as your walls flutter around him. "gonna take my time—make sure it takes."
you gasp, nails curling into the broad stretch of his shoulders. he looks down at you like you're sacred, like this moment is a prayer he's waited years to speak out loud.
"kento-" your voice cracks, overwhelmed.
he hushes you with another slow drive of his hips, the weight of him filling you so completely it borders on unbearable. "i know, my love. i know. let me give you what you want."
his movements slow even more, like he's savoring each second, like pulling away too fast might break the spell. his hand slides up your stomach, pausing just beneath your ribs, fingers splayed wide as if he's already imagining what could grow there.
"i've dreamed of this," he murmurs, almost to himself. kento’s eyes find yours, unguarded, "…of you, like this, asking me for something only i can give."
you swallow hard, throat tight, "kento—" you breathe again. his eyes flutter shut for a moment before pressing a kiss onto your cheek, reverent. "i'll take care of you," he promises, voice low and steady, "i'll take care of both of you."
the words hang heavy and then his grip shifts—one hand bracing your hip, the other tilting you open, angling so he can sink impossibly deeper. the reverence burns hotter now, sparking into hunger that makes your back arch underneath him.
"god, you feel so good," he groans, guttural, dragged from his chest. "like you were made to take me like this. like—oh—your body's begging for me to give it life."
his rhythm sharpens—not frantic, but harder, heavier—like he wants to press every promise into the deepest part of you.
you gasp, nails digging crescents into his skin as he drives into you again, again, your body arching helplessly.
"kento please—" your voice breathlessly, "don't stop—" he swallows it with a kiss, teeth catching on your lower lip before pulling back to pant against your mouth.
"mhm, that's it, my love," he grits, pace unrelenting now, sweat dripping from his temple onto your skin. "let me fill you—fuck my devotion into you until there's nothing left but me inside you."
the heat and worship in his voice finally undoes you completely. your body tightens around him, clenching in answer before your mind can catch up.
his groan tears free, rough and desperate, hips slamming deeper as your orgasm wracks through you—shaking, gasping, clinging to him like you'll drown without him there.
"yes, that's it—" he hisses, voice breaking as your body grips him mercilessly. "take it, love. take everything."
he fills you up, rope after rope of his warm seed.
your body is trembling, mind hazy, but you manage to cup his face when he pulls back enough to see you. his eyes are soft now, glassy, his chest still heaving with every ragged breath.
"kento," you whisper, voice cracking but sure, "i love you." his expression crumbles, the reverence in his gaze deepening until it nearly burns. he presses his forehead to yours, lips brushing over your mouth like a vow.
"i love you, too," he breathes, steady despite the tremor in his voice. "more than anything."
he doesn't pull away—won't. breath hot against your neck, whispering softly between uneven gasps. he stays there, still buried inside you, making sure it takes and holding you like he has no intention of ever letting go.
𓂃 𓈒𓏸 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎
"mph—pretty girl...taking me so well," suguru coos, voice thick, words dripping like honey as he folds you tighter, pressing your thighs further against your chest in a mean mating press.
your muscles burn, trembling from the strain, but the ache is nothing compared to the way he's filling you at this angle—so deep you swear he's brushing against your soul.
his eyes drag over your face, drinking in every flicker of pleasure, every whimper that spills from your lips. "look at you," he murmurs, thrusts deliberate, like he wants you to feel every inch. "so sweet for me. you don't even know what you do to me, do you?"
"mmmph—!"
your body feels hypersensitive, every nerve alive. your walls flutter helplessly around him, gripping tighter than usual, like your body itself can't bear to let him go. the wetness between you is overwhelming, each thrust echoing in the slick sound of your arousal spilling down your thighs, soaking the sheets.
you had felt it building all day, that restless ache low in your belly and that deep rooted pull only he could satiate. it had left you strung taut, wound tight, and now every deep grind of his hips strikes like fire through your veins.
your scrape at his forearms, seeking something solid. the air is thick, clinging, and you can barely manage a breath past the needy sounds caught in your throat. he dips down, lips brushing your temple, then your jaw, his pace unrelenting but somehow tender, worshipful, like he could keep you like this forever.
"su—ugh— s-suguru— please—"
he grins, so pretty, "can't even say my name, hmm?" his tone is teasing, but his gaze burns, dark and heavy with something closer to devotion than mockery.
your body arches and his groan rumbles deep in his chest, spilling into your skin. "always so perfect," he mutters, the sound low and rough. "but, tonight you feel unreal."
he shifts slightly, grinding deeper, and one hand drifts from your thigh to your stomach. he presses there, just enough to make you gasp, his palm broad and steady.
"you feel it too, don't you?" his voice drops, hoarse and reverent. "the way your body's pulling me in tighter than ever. ovulating, hmm?"
the words make your cheeks burn even further, but the hunger in his tone makes your insides flutter.
"fuck, baby..." he hisses through his teeth, eyes flicking down to where you're joined, watching the way you coat him with every drag of his cock. "you're dripping all over me—so sensitive...it's driving me insane."
his forehead presses to yours, his voice low you barely hear it, breaking with raw honesty. "only me. only i get to see you like this."
your head falls back with a sob, body arching as the coil in your stomach snaps. your release tears through you, violent, sudden, and unrelenting, your walls clenching around him.
"yes—fuck yes," suguru growls as he pounds through the vice of your release. "that's it— so good for me. i can feel you milking me—oh, fuck, so perfect."
his thrusts grow ragged, each one heavy and shuddering until his control unravels completely. he buries himself to the hilt, groaning into your skin, his whole body trembling with the force of his climax.
he doesn't pull away, doesn't loosen his grip—just keeps you close, chest pressed to yours, his palm still spread wide over your stomach like he's trying to memorize the heat radiating through you.
after a long beat, his lips brush the corner of your mouth, "i'll never get enough of you, my sweet wife."
𓂃 𓈒𓏸 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎
he could smell your sweet scent before you had even begged him to soothe your need. it clung to the air, heavy, intoxicating, sliding into his lungs until his head swam. it wasn't just arousal—it was sharper, sweeter, something primal. your body was calling for him, luring him closer with every breath, every pulse beneath your skin.
he knew what you needed.
but...he hadn't meant to lose control so quickly.
the moment he had you beneath him—thighs parted, legs around his waist, heat spilling against him? his restraint unraveled. he pressed in slowly at first, savoring the stretch, the way your body opened for him inch by inch. the sound you made—a broken gasp, half sob, half moan—shot straight through his chest.
"fuck—nghh— you already feel...so—ah—" he gasps, hurrying to burry himself at the crook of your neck to silence the noise, but the moans escapes anyway. his hips jerk, erratic, chasing the sensation of your walls fluttering helplessly, soaking him through.
you tremble beneath him, breath hitching in uneven, broken pulls, each clench and squeeze dragging another keening, whining sound from choso. he could barely form words, his voice ragged with want and loss of restraint. "don't...i-can't— f-fuck," he groans, head tilting back, nails pressing into your hip like he could anchor himself to something solid.
the smell of you—sweet, musky, warm—was overwhelming. it pooled around him, seeping into his senses, turning every nerve in his body into static. he shivered, hips stuttering against you, a high, desperate whine spilling into your ear as your body tightened around him again. he moans against your neck, each sound more broken than the last, "my wife—so tight...so wet...too much—"
"cho—! cho-choso—" you say, breathless and ragged, and it pulls another desperate noise from him.
his hands clutch your thighs, holding you open, trembling with the force of his own desire. the slick press of him inside you, your walls fluttering helplessly, your wet heat pooling over him—it was too much, and he knew it. he couldn't stop, and he didn't want to.
his whole body locks, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as he presses in to the hilt, trembling like he was coming apart at the seams. the heat of you fluttering, squeezing, milking him—he couldn't withstand it. his nails dug into your thighs as he broke, hips jerking helplessly, spilling into you with a desperate sob.
your body arches up to meet him, the sudden heat flooding you making your breath hitch, chest rising in sharp, shallow pulls. you clenched around him without meaning to, your own release catching you off guard, rippling through your core untill your thighs tremble around his waist.
every pulse of him inside you drags broken sounds from your throat as you grasp at his shoulders like you'd fall apart without him to hold onto.
"f-fuck—ah—m'sorry—" his voice cracked, shaking, the words dissolving into high, broken whimpers. every wave inside you made your body seize tighter, pulling him deeper, as if your body refused to let him go.
he buried his face against your neck, teeth catching on your skin as he cried out again, voice muffled but raw, "too much—nghh—ohhh, fuck, baby-"
but now instead of slowing, choso's hips keep moving, messy and unsteady, like his body refuses to let go of you. each thrust pushes his cum deeper, smearing it into the clench of your walls, and your body jolts with every movement. your whines grow sharper, cracking on each breath, nails biting down into his shoulders.
"choso-ah—i-i can't—" the words break apart, swallowed by another sob when he buries himself again, hips stuttering but relentless.
he's trembling, every sound that spills from him high and ragged, desperate, but he doesn't stop. his forehead presses into yours, lips brushing, voice catching, "i know— fuck, i know, baby— ohh, god—it's too good…can't- can't stop-m' sorry—"
your body is too raw, nerves sparking with every drag of his cock. your thighs twitch around his waist, but instead of loosening you only cling harder, like you're trying to survive the onslaught. the overstimulation rips another release through you before you can stop it.
your walls flutter violently, milking him harder, and he wails into your mouth, hips jerking wildly as another pulse overtakes him, spilling into you again. his sobs mix with your cries, both of you clinging, both wrecked, as if the edge just won't let you go.
each thrust drags you deeper into the haze—your body shivering, his voice breaking, the two of you lost in that endless spiral of too much, too good, too overwhelming to ever stop.
he clings to you, shaking, his forehead pressed to yours, lips trembling against your mouth as he sobs out, "i know, baby, i know—fuck—i'm sorry, i just—i love you—so much, c-can't let go."
yes i was ovulating writing this (also i’m sorry if this got repetitive i was in a daze editing this and i give up)
I like calm men. Men who don’t shout or break things when they’re mad. Men who tell you exactly how they feel. Men who communicate. Men who talk you in a gentle, low voice telling you what made them mad or what you did wrong, but never blame you and make you feel bad about it.
As I approach the entrance, I see a magnificent mansion that seems to embody the glory days. The structure is an ornate, three-story building with intricate details, such as columns and balustrades, that scream out to the guests. The main entrance is a grand two-story doorway, topped with a carved facade of a lion.
I was in awe of how large and wide the mansion was, the sun was shining, as the sky was a clear blue, I could hear the birds singing.
I stare at the piece of paper in my hand as I look up to see a big mansion, I let out a sigh as I try to calm my nerves down.
I rang the doorbell, that is outside the big black gate, and there I saw a woman who was in a maid uniform.
"Excuse me, is this where The De Obelia's live?" I asked the maid as she nodded and gave me a smile.
"Yes, this is where the De Obelia's live" She answered, the maid was a brunette with blue eyes, she had porcelain skin and had a kind face.
"Do you have an appointment with one of our staff?" She asked as I nodded my head and answered.
"I'm not sure, I've been sent here by Sir Anastacius, he tells me that I am wanted here? I was told to take a job as a babysitter here for his niece?" I tell her as she widens her eyes in shock.
She opens the gate, as she immediately apologised and let me in the mansion.
"Please enter, I shall take you to Sir Claude to discuss this matter" she told me as she walked inside, telling me to follow her.
As I entered the mansion, I was starstruck.
Inside, the house is filled with antique furnishings, such as Louis XV chairs and side tables, Victorian lamps, and a grand piano. The walls are lined with paintings and family portraits, and the floors are covered with Persian rugs. A grand staircase rises to the upper floors, adorned with an ornate chandelier made of crystal.
We went upstairs, up to the third floor of this old-money mansion, she went down the hall and made a right, I followed her closely until she stopped at a wooden door that had intricate designs that was carved out with the sincerity and hard work of the carvers.
She knocked on the door two times, as I heard a muffled voice of a man telling her to come in. As we entered the office of this man that is named Claude.
It was a large office with tall windows overlooking the expansive grounds of the estate. The room is filled with antique furnishings, including a massive desk that is clearly the centrepiece of the space. It is surrounded by shelves lined with rare books, a collection of antiquities on display, and a vintage glob with intricate ornate designs. The floor is covered by a richly patterned Persian rug, and a fireplace sits at one end of the room. The room has a sense of grandness, with a touch of old-world charm that reflects the owner's wealth and taste.
There in the middle of the desk, I felt my breath hitch as I could not believe my eyes to stare at such ethereal beauty in front of me.
This 'Claude' has the same features as Sir Anastacius, he has short, golden hair with bangs sweeping over jewel blue eyes, which must be an inherited trait from their bloodline. He is tall with broad shoulders, long limbs, and a well-built figure. He wears an ensemble consisting of various robes and flats; his fashion style is resembling that of Ancient Greece or Egypt.
He is beautiful…
He stares at the maid then his eyes narrow at the sight of me, I felt nervous, as every strand of hair on my body stand.
His stare was intimidating. It was cold and cruel, it was something I have never felt before, my heart felt cruel fear as he stares hard at my figure.
"State your business." He spoke, even though it was more of an order than anything.
"I-" I couldn't find the words as I still feel the fear in my entire body.
"This lovely young lady has been sent by Sir Anastacius for Athanasia as her babysitter, Sir" The brunette answered for myself as I saw his his narrowed eyes began to harden as he heard the name of his brother, Sir Anastacius.
"Ah, Anastacius.." He lets out as he lets out a deep sigh.
"Thank you for telling me Lillie, you are dismissed" He says as the brunette bows with her head down as she left the office, leaving me alone with this man.
He continues to stare at me as I try to avoid his eyes by staring at the varnished wooden floor.
"How much did he pay you?" He asked as shock and confusion was instilled in me.
"Huh..?" I let out softly as he lets out a sigh as he repeats himself again.
I was perplexed by this
How much?
What does he mean?
Pay?
"I-Im sorry, but I do not know what you mean" I replied until I felt being tugged roughly.
My gaze was now lifted from the wooden ground to his jewelled blue eyes, his hand was on my jaw, tightly gripping.
Fear was running through my body.
What was happening?
"Stop lying or I'll have your tongue chopped off" He threatens me as he grits his teeth as he tightens his grip on my jaw as I wince in pain.
"I-I do not…I-I was just sent here to…babysit, nothing more..!" I managed to let out as my tears fell down.
There I felt him let go of my jaw as I held in, squeezing my eyes in pain as I cried.
As I look at him, my vision is blurry from the tears.
This was going to be a tough job…
_
His intense gaze never leaves my face. He takes my hand in his, leading me towards the bedroom, his presence both commanding and comforting.
As he enters the room, he turns to look at me, taking in your form with a hungry gaze. "Undress for me, Y/n," he commands softly, his voice husky with desire. "I want to see every inch of your body, to know every secret curve and contour."
As I obey him, feeling the weight of his gaze on you, I realize that there is something almost primal about his desire. It is as if he is driven not by any rational thought, but by some deep and ancient force that spans the very fabric of existence.
Eventually, I stand before him completely naked, every inch of your body exposed to his gaze. He moves towards you, taking me in his arms and pressing his lips to your neck, trailing wet kisses down to my collarbone.
As he works his way down your body, exploring every sensitive spot with his lips and tongue, I can feel the heat building inside me, a furnace of desire that threatens to consume you. Claude seems to sense this too, as he slows down, taking his time to build the sexual tension to almost unbearable levels.
Finally, when I think I can take no more, he moves back to my mouth, claiming it with a fierce and passionate kiss, his body pressed up hard against yours. I can feel his hardness pressed up against me, demanding entry, and I realize with a shiver of excitement that I want him just as badly.
Claude groans into my mouth as I touch him, his cock hardening further in your hand. He lets out a low growl of pleasure, his body reacting to my touch.
With a fluid motion, he picks me up in his arms, easily lifting my weight as he carries me to the bed. He lays me down gently, his eyes roving over my naked form with a hunger that sends shivers down my spine.
Then he starts to undress, shedding his clothes with deliberate slowness, as if savoring every moment of anticipation. When he's finally naked, he crawls onto the bed with me, his body covering mine as he lowers his head to kiss me again.
His kisses are deep and intense, his tongue probing deep into my mouth as his hands roam over my body. He seems to know exactly how to touch me to make meap moan with pleasure, teasing my nipples with his fingers until they're hard and tight.
As he works me up, I can feel my desire building, a molten wave of passion that threatens to overwhelm me. I cry out his name, arching my back as he slips his hand between my legs to probe my eager pussy.
Claude curls his fingers inside me, probing deep as he starts to stroke my walls in a slow and steady rhythm. With each thrust, he seems to hit exactly the right spot, sending waves of pleasure rippling through my body.
As he works me over, teasing my clit with his other hand, I can feel the heat building inside me again, a furnace of desire that threatens to consume you. I writhe and moan under his skilled touch, my body trembling with the force of my pleasure.
Finally, I can take no more, and with a cry I came, my body convulsing in a wave of ecstasy as Claude continues to stroke me through my orgasm.
As I come down from your high, Claude climbs up on top of me, his cock hard and demanding as he positions himself between my legs. He looks down at me, his eyes smoldering with desire as he slides his cock inside me, filling me up completely with a single thrust.
As he moves inside me, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body, I realize that I've never felt anything like this before. Claude seems to know exactly how to touch me to make me moan with pleasure, teasing me with his fingers as he pounds me harder and harder.
With each thrust, my pleasure builds, a molten wave of desire that floods my senses and threatens to consume you completely. Finally, I come again, my body shaking with pleasure as Claude continues to pound me, thrusting inside me with an intensity that drives me over the edge again and again.
I can feel myself getting lost in the pleasure as pounds me mercilessly, my eyes going back.
It was too much, he kept on moving still even though I already came, giving me no time to calm down from my high.
HII I HOPE YOU DONT MIND ME REQUESTING <3333 Can i request a jeremy and Dion dating an overall sweetheart female reader, who's just really gentle and sweet? :D tysm again!
DION AGRICHE, JEREMY AGRICHE (SEPARATE) ⍣ FEMALE READER
synopsis. when you got isekai'd into your favourite manhwa, you didn't expect to find yourself dating an agriche - especially since the two of you are polar opposites.
warnings. mentions of torture and killing (not towards reader), possessiveness.
author's notes. ok ok hear me out- i know you didn't request for isekai!reader, but i thought that the concept of her dating the agriche boys because she's a simp for them would be fun to play around with. she has the traits that you mentioned though!
when DION went to the border to dispose of the pedelian guards just like his father had ordered him to, he didn't expect to witness you falling from the sky. for the first time in his life, he was surprised - and the fact that he felt an emotion compelled him to catch you in his arms.
the moment you realised that you had stopped falling, you opened your eyes and nearly screamed. even though dion was wearing a hood and a half face mask, you recognised his bright red eyes immediately. of all the possible characters in the manhwa, it had to be dion agriche who found you first; you didn't know if you should squeal in joy since your favourite villain is carrying you like a princess, or if you should quake in fear at the likelihood of him taking you prisoner.
as you were occupied with doing mental gymnastics, he silently observed you, head cocked slightly to one side. he thought it was interesting that you didn't try to resist him or at least shout for help (both of which are futile), considering the dangerous situation you're in. any normal person would be scared especially when surrounded by piles of corpses.
you could tell that dion was weighing his options of either killing you since you're a witness, or keeping you in one of the agriche residence's prison cells until he has a use for you. desperate to live, you impulsively yanked his mask down and tugged his head towards you, causing his lips to smash against yours. his eyes widened.
"why did you do that?" he asked when you pulled away.
"because... i love you!" you exclaimed, giving him the sweetest smile you could muster. you learnt from another manhwa that the best way to survive an encounter with a dangerous person is to catch them off-guard with a love confession! you're not exactly lying about your love for dion anyway, and the consequences of this will be a future you problem.
"even though i could kill you right now?"
"i feel a certain excitement knowing that my life and death are in your hands."
"... interesting. it'd be a waste to have you dead," dion said with mirth. maybe you could solve his problem of needing a wife to continue the agriche bloodline in the future, as all of the women he's met/been introduced to so far are boring. he needed someone who could add a little fun and excitement to his mundane, humdrum life, and you seem to be the right person to do so. before you could say anything else, dion swiftly knocked you out.
... and that's how you found yourself chained to dion's bed with a collar around your neck. everyone, especially roxanne, was surprised to see him strutting inside the manor with your unconscious self slung over his shoulder earlier, and when he had claimed that you're the woman he wishes to marry, lante allowed him to keep you. as long as you have a pretty face and can give birth to children who'd make fine agriches, lante doesn't care who dion chooses as his bride.
dion took his father's permission too literally and keeps you in his room like a pet. still, he takes good care of you by feeding you well and letting you sleep on the same bed as him. it can be a little awkward sharing a bed with dion because he tends to hug you very tightly in his sleep, as if he doesn't want to give you any room for escape.
he doesn't let you roam around the manor alone because of jeremy; dion knows that he hates him, and would rather not have you run into any problems involving his moody half-brother. it'd be troublesome too if jeremy somehow takes a liking to you because dion is not fond of sharing what's supposed to be his in the first place.
dion is possessive of you, and his possessiveness increased tenfold after he was exposed to your gentle side. when he returned from an errand drenched in blood one day, you didn't hide how worried you were for him. even though the collar limited your distance from the bed, you kept trying to reach for him as he slumped on the floor. it didn't show on his face, but he was exhausted; he couldn't look at you properly and only heard you calling his name frantically...
when he finally came to, he found himself resting on your lap, your hand gently stroking his forehead. relief washed over you when you noticed that he's awake, and you cupped his cheeks.
"you're awake! don't collapse on me like that ever again, i almost got a heart attack-"
"... you were worried?" he asked.
with a huff, you replied, "of course! i don't want anything bad to happen to you, dion. b-besides, we're kinda dating each other."
dion grew up with a mother who didn't love nor care about him. he grew up with a father who only cared about what value he can bring to the black agriche. dion, who grew up emotionally repressed and touch starved wanted more after the first sign of genuine kindness from you. your saccharine words and honey-coated gesture at that moment were all it took for you to completely consume his mind.
as he leaned into one of your palms with his eyes closed, dion has decided. a sweet and gentle person like you is not suited for the harsh world outside, but as long as you stay by his side and continue showering him with your affection, he'll make sure that no harm will come to his little butterfly. if anyone tries to take you away from him, he won't stop at just cutting off the hand that dared to touch what's his; he'll torture them by giving them a slow, painful death.
he's never going to let you go. he'll make you stay in the agriche residence until the end of time, and if you're going to die, then die here in his arms.
JEREMY knew that he had to have you the moment he saw how aggressively cassis reacted to the sight of your unconscious self, bound and gagged beside him. by having you in his grasp, he has a means of provoking cassis and it also gives him a sense of control.
lante handed you over to jeremy when the latter expressed his interest in having you as his toy, and roxanne warned him to not do anything that will kill you if he doesn't want her toy to give her a hard time, seeing as cassis is attached to you for some reason. jeremy naturally listened to his sister, but he didn't expect to fall in love with you so quickly.
unlike the members of the black agriche, you're very sweet and your kindness isn't fake. the gentle attention you'd give him despite your unfavourable circumstances fed the touch starved jeremy, who only desires someone to love and care for him. he initially kept you so he'd have cassis on a leash, but now... he wants to keep you by his side to fill the void in his heart.
you were, of course, bewildered by his change in attitude at first. he would usually treat you as if you're less than dirt, so to suddenly be put on a pedestal by him felt a little strange. he still makes you wear the collar to prevent you from escaping, but he's kinder and tries to be gentle with you these days.
"hey (y/n), are you bored? i brought you some books that you might like!" jeremy exclaimed as he dumped a pile of books on the bed you're sitting on.
"oh, thank you..." you said, picking the romance novel at the top of the pile, "am i really allowed to read these books? what if you get in trouble by your father?"
"hmm... i won't," he began, plopping himself beside you on the bed, "because starting from today, you're my girlfriend."
just like that, you became the lover of jeremy agriche. lante had his reservations about a pedelian dating one of his children, but when you told him that you're merely a peasant rischel took pity on and decided to raise as one of his own (you had to lie about you being from a world where their lives are part of a novel), he changed his mind. since you're not officially affiliated with the blue pedelian, he can use you against the very family that took you under their wing and thus permitted you to be with jeremy.
jeremy was obviously overjoyed and immediately moved you to a lavish room. "that dingy prison cell doesn't suit an angel like you anyway!" he claimed. with roxanne's help, he was able to buy you an entire wardrobe of beautiful dresses and boxes of glimmering jewelries. him spoiling you overwhelmed you and made you suspect that he's after something, but when he eagerly ducked his head in front you, you realised that all he wants is a head pat for every single thing he does in an attempt to make you happy.
"i'm not asking for much. just love me, and i'll make sure you live comfortably here," he said, smiling happily when your hand gently caressed his head.
well, that's easy enough. jeremy is your favourite character in the manhwa, and since he's given you the green light, you'll take full advantage of it to shower him with affection. in return, he'll always be there to protect you and will even defend your mistakes.
when you kissed his cheek to thank him for catching you after you fell from a tree branch, he became addicted. he'd ask for sweet little kisses instead of head pats since then, as he finds them more fulfilling. a giddy feeling consumes him every time your lips brush against his cheek or forehead, and he soon begins to wonder what your lips would feel like on his...
"(y/n). have you ever kissed that blue son of a bitch before?" jeremy asked one day, making you choke on your own spit.
"no! of course not!" you replied, flustered by his question, "cassis is not someone i'd like to spend the rest of my life with."
he breathed a sigh of relief. "good. i'm the one you want to be with forever, right?" grinning, he leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours as you smiled.
as jeremy grew up, he became extremely possessive of you. he doesn't want you to show kindness to anyone but himself (roxanne is an exception), and if you expressed even the slightest interest in dion, he'll confront his half-brother and demand to know what he did to seduce you. depending on jeremy's mood, the confrontation will either end in blood or peace.
he gets jealous very easily and doesn't like it when other men lay their eyes on his sweet angel. he'll get angry if anyone so much dares to cast a dirty look your way because nobody disrespects you like that in his presence. you'll have to stop him by grabbing his arm and begging him to stay with you before he storms up to the unfortunate soul to give them a piece of his mind.
during the social event where the five families gather together, jeremy forbade you from attending any of the balls. instead, he made you stay with roxanne in her room to shield you from the prying eyes of other men and to also hide you from the blue pedelian. that didn't stop you from sneaking into the ballroom when roxanne wasn't looking though. you were not going to waste your only chance of getting a glimpse of the handsome male leads of "the flower of hell" after all!
however, you got caught hiding behind a potted plant by noel vertium, who was enamoured of you at first sight. jeremy spotted you just as noel was about to approach you, and he was able to reach you first. with a possessive grip around your waist, he pressed you against his chest and glared at noel, who soon got dragged away by his aide.
if you try to act cute with jeremy, he might just forgive you for disobeying him.
Duchess Y/n L/n, also titled in the social circle, as the Ice Queen.
Duchess Y/n L/n is quite an uptight and stoic woman, She is a woman with great power and important.
A distant relative of the imperial family, a candidate for the throne, but she has no business nor care in claiming it.
One wrong move they make, everything can be hers legally by law.
Manipulate, and bluff, two things you are best at. They follow you till their lifetime, tricking them that their lives do not matter, and it's all up to your decisions.
_
A ball, a luxurious one at that, just a little show off to the noble's that no one can dare match you except for the imperial family.
In the starry sky where the moon shines the brightest, a little break you took, a little stroll on your garden.
There you saw what caught your eye, a figure that bathe in the moonlight, pink luscious hair gently dancing at the night breeze with her apple green dress.
It took your breath away for a second as you stared at the figure in front of your eyes.
Then you snapped out of your trance and got your composure back again.
You walked elegantly towards the figure.
"In the starry night, you are walking in my garden? I might even have you in the dungeon for trespassing" You asked as she quickly turns around shrieked.
"Eeeekk, Duchess L/n!" She shrieked as she stared at your figure.
Your face was beautiful like a snowflake gracefully dancing around as it falls to the ground. The navy blue dress suited your skin palette, as well as your (e/c) jewelled eyes.
She shrink back down from the intimidating face you had in your porcelain face.
"I- I apologize for trespassing in your garden! Duchess L/n!" She said with a stutter and fear in her tone which amused you.
To your point of view, she looked like cute fluffy bunny in the wood.
You smiled in amusement as you chuckled.
'Lets play with her for a bit' You thought.
_
Here you are in the mansion of Marquess Nueschwanstein, by carriage.
You were greeted by the woman with a bright smile adorned her face.
How breathtaking...
You thought as you smiled as you looked at the children that were standing beside her, the next heir to the Nueschwanstein estate, Jeremy, and the middle child, Elias, and lastly the twins, Rachel and Leon.
You looked back to see there is a pile of gifts on the back of your trunk that your people and the people in Marquess is now helping to get it all out.
You spread out your arms, and there ran towards you the twins and engulfed you into a hug.
"Y/n you're back!" They both chorused as you smiled and laughed as you hugged them back.
There you saw Jeremy greeting you formally and respectfully like a gentleman, but you engulfed him into a hug which caught him off guard, but was happy either way.
"Hmph! how childish" you hear Elias said as you smirked.
"Oh my, Elias doesn't want to hug me, I wonder if I can still gift him the new sword I bought" you said out loud as his ears perked up, and he came towards you with a flustered face.
"T-this is only one time and never again!" He declared as you engulfed him in a hug.
Shuli chuckled at the sigh, and her voice is as angelic as you heard it.
_
The kids are inside the room with their gifts as you and Shuli are in the garden with a stroll.
You felt your heart beating fast as you looked away, but then you stopped your tracks.
Shuli stopped at her tracks and looked at you with curious face.
"Y/n? Are you alright?" She asked with concern present in her tone and face.
'What an angel she is' You thought.
"Shuli" you called her name and looked at her in the eyes.
"Yes? What is it Y/n?" She asked as she stared back at you.
You take both of her hands and looked at her with a smile.
"Ever since, I met you, I only got along to play with you for a bit, but that changed bit by bit, I can see very well, you are an amazing woman, Shuli, carrying all this responsibility by your shoulders, taking care of four wonderful and chaotic children, I couldn't even do that myself" You said as she chuckled
"Of course, you can Y/n, the kids love you" she said as you shook you head gently.
"You melted my icy cold heart like a furnace" you said as she laughed which embarrassed you a bit, as red flushed your cheeks.
"S-so what? You are like a furnace, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be this happy, to you, and the kids" you said as you kissed her forehead.
She blushed as you leaned in your forehead to hers.
"I love you so much, Shuli Von Nueschwanstein, thank you" you said as you both closed your eyes and relish each other's warmth.
"I too, as well, return my feelings to you Y/n L/n" she replied
Waking up every morning without someone by your side, there were no sweet greetings, nor kisses except from the day that the two of you stood in front of the altar.
You sighed as the feeling of loneliness creeped up on you every single day.
When was the time when you two talked so comfortably and freely?
You can remember when he talked to you about her or the questions he asked you on what would swoon her.
He truly was in love, and you saw the fire in his eyes, always burning with passion.
It pains you, but you want what makes him happy.
Amelia can make him happy.
Tragedy struck when 'she' died, it made him so closed off, it's like you didn't even know him anymore.
His eyes were filled with hurt, and guilt, and you never saw this side of him, it was all new to you.
You don't know what to do, and what will make him stop being like this…you don't know anymore.
—
Their daughter was there, Juvelian was always there, wanting her father's affection.
You admired the girl while still waiting for her father, but he was so cold, he couldn't even bear to look at her with fondness anymore.
Amelia's death really took a toll on him.
___
Then news was spread out, and was said by the Emperor himself.
The title of 'Duchess' was empty for a long time, and they needed a Duchess.
'The Duke might be lonely, and is all by himself' he says
I knew that the bastard only did this so he could spy on Regis.
The daughters of the Nobles were competitive as they heard the news, and of course some Nobles tried to marry their young daughter off to Regis.
Damn power greedy Nobles…
But the daughters had no complaints about this after all Regis is every lady's ideal man.
Even though at every party, ball or luncheon they try to make a move and introduce themselves to the man.
Regis couldn't take any of that, knowing well that they might be spies for the Emperor.
Then he chose me.
Duke Regis Adri Floyen chose me as his wife and to be the Duchess of the Dukedom.
My heart wavered, but I knew deep down I am only just a piece to avoid all the commotion made by the Emperor to spy on him.
I had my first kiss with him, at our wedding ceremony, I had my first kiss with the man my feelings resided for.
I felt overjoyed even though it was only just for a while.
On our first night, it was dull and lonely.
Regis never slept with me even though it is tradition to sleep with your bride to finally claim her.
He left me all alone in a large bedroom, with him turning his back on me.
"I knew it…how foolish of me" I whispered to myself
—
The room was dimmed and the curtains were closed off, blocking the sun rays from going into 'our' my room.
He still loved her...he still does, I am nothing, but a pawn, I am not his wife, but his piece.
I wore my navy blue dress, as I took tea alone in my room as usual.
I looked outside my room window seeing two blue birds cuddled up in their nest.
How I envy those birds.
I took a sip on my tea as I reminisced the silence, like always.
I heard the door of my room open, and then footsteps.
"Have you forgotten that I want to be alone today as usual?" I asked.
3rd Person's Omniscient POV:
"Y/n" You heard a familiar baritone voice. call out your name.
You turned your head only to see Regis in the flesh, it widened your eyes in shock, but you rose up from your seat and bowed down.
"Greetings to you, Duke Regis"
You greeted with formalities as he looked at your figure and in his eyes was your bloodied figure that was in the ground.
Guilt and regret were swirling in his silver orbs as he looked at you more.
"You don't need to bow down to me, my wife" He said as you were confused, you clenched your fists in anger as to why he was calling you wife.
You looked at him only to see him already in front of you, close enough for the tips of your noses to touch.
You widened your eyes in shock as he pulled you into a tight embrace.
"I'm sorry that I left you alone, my wife" he apologised as you grit your teeth.
"What are you talking about Duke?"you asked as you stood still in his arms.
"I'm sorry that I left you alone, you must've been so lonely, My wife" He said as you felt your eyes stinging as you felt hot globs of tears streaming down your face.
"Please stop with the false talking Duke" you let out as he hugged you tight.
"I am not talking false, my wife, I truly am sorry"
He apologised and you wrapped your arms around his large figure.
"Y-you idiot! Why are you talking like this!?" You exclaimed as pain, anger and sadness was mixed all in one as to what you are feeling.
It made his heart pang in pain as he heard your cries.
This was the second time he saw and heard you cry in front of him, and that was the time where he had your bloodied limp body in his arms.
It was his fault.
"Because I am your husband, Y/n" He answered.
'I will cherish you and won't leave you hanging this time' He thought
"I will never leave you feeling so lonely again" He said as you cried in his chest.
"I love you"
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