#The Snake's Taken a Spouse

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The Snake's Taken a Spouse (Visual Novel)

Created by: Games_of_CrimSin

Genre: Romance/Survival

This game is actually fairly fun all things considered and I enjoyed it. I think that some people might pass on this one because of the art, but honestly it reminds me a bit of DOL in some cases, especially with the Great Hawk and Shimil is adorable. This game is r18 though you can toggle off r18 things in the intro. You can find more at @gamesofcrimsin (which btw if you are reading this, I will literally redraw your sprites for you if you would like).

The story starts out with the MC walking around in the forest, only to stumble upon a naga person when hearing a scream. Their tail is stuck under a rock so the MC helps them out. Seeing as this is the nicest thing that someone has done to the snake person, they immediately tell the MC they want to marry them. A bit freaked out, the MC stumbles backwards and passes out, only to wake up in the snake person's den. This snake person promises that they will be able to love each other given time and goes out to get the MC a mattress to sleep on and a fire.

From then on, it runs mostly like a time management game where you can do anything from prepare food to nap, to wait, to try to escape. There are about six different endings that you can get through different means, but first I'll summarize Shimil's history as we know of.

The MC can ask about his name, introducing himself as Shimil. You can ask him about his species, the nagas. Shimil tells the MC that the nagas and humans used to live on the surface together, but the two hated each other, so the nagas of old hid underground so that humans could never bother them again. The MC asks why Shimil isn't underground, and Shimil states that he was banished because he couldn't do anything right and was burden. Comforting him will cause him to cry as he did try his best, but was never enough. The MC also finds a drawing on the wall and asks Shimil about it. Shimil carved it into the wall, trying to draw his mother and sister. Shimil talks about the two, how they were great at everything, how they were able to know what Shimil wanted or needed through body language and how strong they are. The MC picks up an object in the other corner, which Shimil frantically tells them to be careful with. When the MC asks Shimil about it, Shimil tells the MC that it's a toy that his parents got him, and that he loved it a lot. His sister gave it to him before he got exiled and even snuck in to grab his pickaxe. He reveals also that his dad died when he was younger, which is why he didn't draw him on the wall. This thought makes him cry, wanting to be able to draw them better.

There are a couple of endings, staying with him will make him happy, trying to escape may lead to failure. The MC can also dig footholds to climb out if timed correctly, or get rescued by a search time (though I couldn't get this ending because the timing is pretty finicky). Causing him to go out for the MC a lot makes Shimil go into a deeper sleep, thus being able to successfully kill him with the pickaxe, and finally, Shimil will kick the MC out if they break his toy (but it also breaks my heart).

I actually was more expecting a visual novel in the traditional sense because most of the entries seem to be of that style, so this was a nice change of pace. Like I said, it reminds me of the Great Hawk from Degrees of Lewdity, where you're sort of trapped with an animal creature that doesn't quite know what humans like or do but is doing their best to accommodate which is very enduring. Like the Great Hawk though, I do wish there were more interactions with Shimil besides what was given, though it's understandable since it was made for the game jam, so there probably wasn't a lot of time to implement a bunch of features (though I did see some of the notes in the script file for more endings.) If I were to make suggestions to add more features, I'd really like to hear more about Shimil's past or just get the chance for them to talk to each other about different things, such as Shimil sharing more about his culture or perhaps the MC sharing about their life as well. They could teach each other games or talk about other things that they might like. Just to really make that stockholm syndrome kick in. Of course, it would be great to do other things besides, eat, sleep, asking him to get things and having sex as well, since I'm sure it would get boring down there if it's all they could do. More endings are always great as well- I'll be honest, I just kept having sex with Shimil just to see if it would make a different ending or have different dialouge, but it would be pretty funny to see him have a proper reaction to that.

I'll be honest- Shimil is really cute. I really like the more sad and pathetic type yanderes that try their best and honestly listening to Shimil's backstory about how he was exiled and how he believes he's useless is really heartbreaking. It's also pretty sad that the nicest thing anyone has done for him was to save him from a giant boulder and even when trying to turn him down, he seems really happy that he's gotten so many compliments. He probably really misses his family seeing that all he has left are the things that he's gotten from home and a crude drawing, something that he often has to throw away (especially the pick axe) if the MC attempts to escape or hurt him. It made me really sad when the MC just broke his only toy since it was one of the last things he had left from them, so it's understandable he throws the MC out afterwards. Shimil is only really cruel when the MC is cruel to him and he honestly endures a lot of it, generally being more shy and reserved when the MC snaps back at him or attempts to murder him in his sleep which can lead to him raping the MC while the two try to sleep (though again, you have to be really cruel to him for this to happen generally). I can't really blame him since he doesn't have anyone and is just lonely, plus again, the MC is just outright cruel to him at this point when he's trying hard to provide food and other things for them.

I think overall, while the game is pretty good, the biggest drawback is likely the art. It's not... the worst that I've seen, but I can see why people might be turned away from it. There are some glitches in the code as well, sometimes with Shimil jumping up into the wrong position or some sort of error occurring, but they don't seem to be very big problems. Pretty much I feel that if the sprite art were improved, it would make the game a lot better since the design for him is pretty unique all things considered.

Overall, it's a pretty fun and short game. I hope to see more of Shimil in the future because I like his interactions and the history of nagas is actually pretty interesting and I hope there will be other endings for it. I'm gonna throw a bunch of redesigns for Shimil after this because I think he is fun to draw.

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To add on to my last ask about the celebrating the holiday for the sake of Feyds new wife:

LIKE SHE MAKES FEYD A FLOWER CROWN AND HE WEARS IT

Like from the “friendship bracelet” dialogue from bobs burgers

Wife: :)I made you a flower crown!:)

Feyd: *thinly veiled annoyance and disapproval*

Wife: :( you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to :(

Feyd: No, I’m gonna wear it. Forever. Back off.

Anniversary

Feyd-Rautha x wife!reader

Summary: Giedi Prime is different than your home planet. They don’t celebrate the things you used to. So, you show your husband one of your traditions to mark the first year of your marriage. 

Notes/Warnings: none, i think. It's just a cute fluffy thing.

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You once would’ve bet everything you had that you would never fall in love with him; from every coin to your family’s name, to every extravagant gown you owned, to every jewel that adorned your neck. When you walked down the aisle, you saw something vile waiting for you at the other end, not the husband you would come to have. You saw a snake to match the name of Harkonnen, and the prospect of a future together made your stomach turn. Until you became his wife. 

What you expected in the form of threatening words and a knife to the throat on your wedding night didn’t come. He left you alone when you told him that was what you wanted. In fact, he left you alone in every aspect of your relationship until you were ready to come to him. 

That moment came three months later. For those three months, he made sure you were comfortable, as happy as you could be, well-taken care of, and he didn’t once force his presence upon you. From that, you opened yourself to him and, in a quick decision one night, dressed yourself up, went to his room, and let him take you. 

You’ve been inseparable ever since, unwilling to leave his side and vice versa, even when he’s needed elsewhere. He takes you with him to his meetings, his executions, Arrakis. You’re his wife, in all senses of the title. And as more time has passed, you’ve adjusted to being a Harkonnen wife; everything it means, down to the things you gain and the losses you face. 

The most difficult of losses have been the traditions you grew up with. You don’t see your family anymore—as enemies of Giedi Prime, they aren’t exactly welcome on the planet—and so the values your House believes and partakes in have disappeared from your life. Holidays celebrated on your home planet do not exist on Giedi Prime. Religion is not the same. Your people bow to a Goddess. Harkonnens bow to Harkonnens. Your people bask in the changes of the seasons. Giedi Prime doesn’t experience those same seasons due to the lack of rotation around their sun. Celebrations do not exist for anything other than war victories and birthdays. But most painful are the anniversaries that go entirely unacknowledged. 

At home, anniversaries are one of the grandest events. Another year of love, of shared life. Each year, you watched your parents grow giddy as their anniversary neared, and you witnessed the people of your planet rejoice for them as if it were their own milestone of marriage. 

Giedi Prime—the Harkonnens—do not care for that. Something to do with wives not lasting very long in their House. History states you’re one of few who has made it to a year of marriage with a Harkonnen, as most women, unless pregnant with an heir, have offended their spouse in some manner and so have received that dreaded knife to the throat. 

You’re lucky there, you suppose, but it doesn’t make you miss the things you can no longer have any less. And Feyd has noticed.

“Tell me what is wrong,” he says to you as he sits beside you on your bed. 

You hesitate, fearing laughter and jokes about how ridiculous your upbringing was—it wouldn’t be the first time—but when you explain further, he’s much more receptive than you imagined.

“A celebration of love?” he asks. His brow raises, but he doesn’t scoff. 

“Yes,” you say. “Back home, couples do not have to stay together. If they are unhappy, they separate–” His head jerks and he makes a displeased face. “Staying together, continuing to be in love with each year that goes by, is considered an achievement. Something worthy of praise and pride.”

“And you want this…praise?” He doesn’t understand. Praise is harder earned in his world. Praise comes when pain is inflicted. “How do you receive praise for love?”

“People have parties–”

“We cannot have a party for this.”

You take his hand in your lap. “No, I know,” you say. “But there’s also gifts.”

He shakes his head. “No one will–”

“Between us,” you stop him. “We give each other a present as a symbol of the strength of our love.”

He thinks on your words for a few moments, slightly staring off into space, until he says, “Like what?”

“Well…” Taking your hand back, you reach into your nightstand drawer and pull out a small box. “Something like this.” You peel back the lid of the box to reveal a black band with a ring of silver running through the middle. “I had this made.”

“A ring?”

As you nod, you set the small box down between you. “It’s a wedding ring. I know you don’t exchange those on your wedding day here, but back home, when you say vows, each person puts their ring on the other’s finger. This one right here,” you say, tapping the correct finger on your hand. “It’s a kind of ownership that you show to the world. You’re telling everyone that you’re taken by someone who loves you.”

Feyd swallows, his eyes flicking back and forth between yours and the ring. “People know you belong to someone else if you wear this on your planet?”

“Yes. And seeing as you belong to me, I thought…” you pause, realizing he might hate the idea. What if it bothers him? What if the light weight throws off his knife skills? What if it gets in the way of his armor? You didn’t think about these problems until now when he’s blankly staring at the damn thing. 

Feyd plucks the ring from the box and puts it up to the light. “They all look like this?”

“They’re all different,” you tell him. “If you don’t want to wear it–”

He slips it onto the correct finger. “I’m never taking it off.”

“Wh–” Your eyes blow wide. “Really?”

“Never,” he says, still staring at the onyx circle around his finger. “Even my enemies will know I’m taken.” You sigh. A chuckle of relief leaves your throat, and he turns his gaze to you. “I’ll make one for you.”

“Oh! But you don’t have to just because I did.”

His features twist in disapproval. “You belong to me as much as I belong to you, do you not?”

“Yes.”

“Then you will wear one as well. Silver,” he says. His hand raises to cup your cheek. His thumb brushes over your cheekbone. The ring is cold against your skin. “With black diamonds.”

“You want to match?”

“Yes.”

[ethereal-night-fairy]

Mistletoe Kisses Part 2

Poly!141 x GN reader

It's Christmas day and the boys are acting even weirder than usual. And coincidentally all the mistletoe you placed has been moved. Your in for an eventful day.

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You wake up at 5:30am a little later than usual since it was everyone's day off. You dress in your gym gear, ready to get some cardio and weights in for the day. You'll have so many calories to burn after the Christmas dinner your going to have.

You walk into the gym to find it empty. No surprise there. It was Christmas who wanted to exercise on Christmas. Majority of people were probably in the common room opening and exchanging presents. Or calling their loved ones. Saying sweet words to spouses and children. You might do the same, give a few friends a call later on to wish them well.

You settle in your usual gym spot and begin your stretching routine. You only get about halfway through when you hear the gym door bang and clatter like it was being pushed and pulled with aggression. You watch through the glass door as Gaz and Soap fight each to get through first. You laugh at the absurdity as you call out to them.

“Didn't know the gym was in such high demand on Christmas day!”, you laugh at them, finally squeezing through together. What you failed to notice was that Price and Ghost had used the other entrance to sneak up behind you as you laughed. It was too late by the time you noticed.

“Not the gym luvie, just you”, you felt a shiver run down your spine as a hand snaked its way around your waist preventing you from escaping. You twist your body to find Ghost right behind you with his arm on your hips now. It's when you look up that you notice the mistletoe right above your workout place. The dots click in your head but not soon enough. You feel the kiss on your forehead before you can move away. The second kiss comes from Price on your cheek as you move away from the mistletoe a second later.

“You sneaky bastards”, you laugh with mirth. They finally caught you. You look up again at the mistletoe a few feet away as Gaz and Soap approach clearly vexed by the situation. Price gives them both a smug look as he goes about getting ready for his workout. Ghost was already on the weights.

“That's so unfair!”, Gaz exclaims.

“You think it's unfair, it was my idea to put the mistletoe there”, Soap grumbles as they all go to their respective places.

“You guys are so silly, all this effort for a kiss?”, you look at the high ceiling where the mistletoe was taped. It must have taken a while to figure out how to get up there. You shake your head as you get back to your work out. If you think this was a one time occurrence you were sorely mistaken.

You enter the mess hall to find it full and go over to your usual sitting place once you had gotten your plate of food waiting for the guys to show up after their showers. You watch them enter and Gaz immediately makes a beeline for you with Soap closely behind. Your confused until you look above your head to find a string and mistletoe hanging about a metre above. You quickly try to change seats but Gaz was right in front of you when you stood up. He gives you his best disarming full canine smile before placing a kiss on your nose and hauling you in his arms away from the mistletoe so Soap couldn't get a kiss. Causing him to curse in frustration.

“What's gotten into you all..”, you eye them suspiciously. “You guys have another bet going on don't you?.....you do, don't you?”, you give Soap a questioning look as he looks away sheepishly. Gaz puts you down not before snuggling into the side of your neck saying he'll be back in a sec. You watch them both leave to get in line for breakfast, not answering your question. You pick another seat away from the mistletoe as you watch Price and Ghost approach with their plates. You all eat normally as if the events of the morning hadn't happened. You really were going to let it all slide since you thought this was the end of it but that was far from the truth. You'd find that out soon later.

Though today was everyone's day off, you still preferred being organized. You did dip into the common room to wish everyone a Happy Christmas before going about doing little tasks. You spent the rest of the morning being preyed upon by your teammates. Whether you were going into the Price office to collect something or grabbing something from your locker you were always met with someone stealing kisses from you. You had gotten too comfortable with the placement of the mistletoe that you hadn't realised they had moved them. You've lost count with how many kisses they've stolen from you. Except for Soap that is. He was always interrupted in his early attempts with the others sabotaging his chances. And by then you had caught on to their little game and started surveying your surroundings. A cute little game of cat and mouse. The only fragment of peace you got was when you went into your room to call a few friends or went into the bathroom. But you couldn't hide there all day; you had things to do. Your friends laughed at your predicament and told you ridiculous theories they had about your teammates. You ended up laughing off their jokes. There's no way….right? Right? Why would they be interested in you?

You shake your head as you grab the festive apron you had just bought not long ago. It was mid day and Price had said he'll help you with the dinner prep. You still needed to make dessert as well so you scurried off to the kitchen while keeping an eye out for mistletoe. You arrived to find the kitchen empty. The dinner for the rest of the troops was going to be delivered by a restaurant this year around. But you wanted to do something special for your boys. You walk to the fridge while trying to put your apron on. As you're doing so, you feel warm calloused hands engulf your own taking the ties of your apron from you. You let go startled, feeling a very familiar beard brush up against the shell of your ear.

“Captain..?”, you let out breathlessly.

“Aren't you a pretty little thing working so hard to make your boys dinner.” His hot breath fans the side of your face causing goosebumps to raise on the skin of your neck as he ties your apron behind you with careful and precise movements. His touch leaving behind a burning trail of heat. Air gets stuck in your throat as you go to turn around. You're trapped between the counter and Price's toned body. His eyes look hungry and it doesn't seem like the hunger is for food. His blue orbs roam your body up and down as you stand there frozen. You watch his hand reach up above your head to open the cabinet behind you. As he does so your eyes look up to find mistletoe taped to the inside of the wood. Directly above your head. How convenient. You let out a laugh. You wondered why they were trying so hard to win this bet you knew nothing about.

You brace yourself for another kiss to the forehead or possibly a cheek or even your nose. But he has a mischievous glint in his eyes as his gaze dips down to your lips making your heart pound knocking against your ribcage. It felt like it was going to burst out of your chest at this rate. His eyes flicker to your eyes before dipping back down to your lips. He's never looked at you with so much want and desire before. You don't know where to run or hide but it felt like he was stripping you with his gaze alone. Ever so slowly you watch him lean down to bring his lips closer as if he wasn't sure if you'd allow his advances. When he doesn't get a rejection response from you his mouth comes closer as you stand there questioning every lingering touch and flirty joke you've been on the receiving end of.

Your eyes flutter shut as his nose brushes against yours. His warm minty breath fanning your face. You hold the air within your lungs awaiting the prickle of his beard and the soft touch of his tender lips….

“Oi!!”, your eyes fly open your head immediately turning to the door of the kitchen like you've been caught red handed. Even though it wasn't you that did anything.

You find Soap standing in the doorframe with his arms crossed.

“The rules were no kissing on the lips Captain”, Soap walks in clearly annoyed. As the captain grumbles something you take the chance to slip past Price to go towards the fridge again fanning your face.

OMG YOU WERE ABOUT TO LET YOUR CAPTAIN…YOUR CAPTAIN KISS YOU ON THE LIPS. There must be something seriously wrong with you. You don't engage with the bickering that was happening as you got the meat out to sear. Trying desperately to get that almost kiss out of your mind.

You don't get that luxury though as Ghost and Gaz walk in to find their captain and sergeant getting into a heated argument. Which ended with Johnny snitching on Price. Both Simon and Kyle started arguing too, saying ‘its against the rules’ and ‘its unfair to everyone else who's waiting’. You had no idea what they were going on about and you didn't have the mental capacity to try to figure it out. You just wanted to cook dinner in peace.

“Can you all please go argue somewhere else, I have dinner to make”, you raise your voice to get their attention. They all look down to floor or somewhere on the walls acting like they were schoolboys being scolded by a teacher.

“Sorry luv…didn't come all the way here to disturb you.” Simon is the first to move to take the ingredients off your hands as he sets them on the counter. He gets you settled on a stool beside the counter telling you to rest, that they'll take care of the dinner from here.

“What am I supposed to do then?” You watch as they put aside their feelings and get working together to prep whatever is needed for dinner.

“Just relax you've already done so much”, Gaz pats your head as he passes you by to gather something from the pantry.

“If ye really want tae do somethin’ ye can help me decorate these Christmas cookies”, Soap brings out a tray cookies from their hiding spot. You wonder when he made them considering how busy everyone was yesterday. He grabs a cookie decorating kit from a cupboard dropping the icing tubs on the large counter opposite to the stove where Simon is searing the roast. Soap gently grabs your stool pulling your weight with ease to his side.

The cookies are slightly burnt and lopsided but you could tell Soap had tried his best. You begin piping the icing on the odd shapes while sneakily eating bits that break off with Soap swatting at you from time to time. It was a nice atmosphere where everyone worked together. You catch your eyes drifting to your captain every time he brushes past you. Watching him roll up his sleeves had your mouth going dry. He definitely caught you ogling because he had a smug look on his face every time you two made eye contact. You could tell the others weren't happy about your reaction to Price after he had almost kissed you on the lips. By the looks of it. Price may be winning the bet they had created. Surprisingly no one tried sneaking a kiss from you again.

The next few hours go by without a hitch and by the evening the table was set and you all were enjoying dinner. You crack Christmas crackers between eachother. You laugh as Gaz grabs all the paper hats refusing to share any with Soap. You watch as he struggles to keep them all on his head while eating his dinner. And Price sneaking a few off when he wasn't looking. You didn't end up winning any of the little prizes but Ghost gifts you all the items he wins placing them in a pile beside your dinner plate. It was very lovely dinner. It had your heart feeling all warm and fuzzy. Like you had a family here away from home.

You could see Soap grumbling toward the end when everyone was having dessert. He still hadn't got a kiss from you yet and you could tell it was bothering him. So as you all make your way to Price's office to open presents and have a glass of some well deserved expensive alcohol you keep your eyes peeled for some mistletoe. For different reasons this time.

You spot one hidden in the corner of the hallway, not thinking you slow down your steps to match Soap as everyone walks ahead. He gives you a questioning look as you stop and so does he. You gently push him towards the corner. He's so confused you end up laughing at his odd expressions. He goes to open his mouth but before he could say anything you place the first kiss on his forehead, the next on his two cheeks, then his nose. By this point everyone else has turned to face you two. You place another kiss on his nose. As he gives you his broadest smile. You watch Soap fistbump the air, as you laugh at his reaction to you kissing him.

“One more for the win, please! One more for the win!”, he practically begs you. You think about it for a moment as you eye everyone else. You see the playful jealousy in their eyes. Gaz and Ghost make a run for it to get you away from the mistletoe to stop Soap from winning the bet between them.

“Don’t!”, Both Gaz and Ghost shout at you. But it's too late. Your lips are already grazing Soaps' jawline with a smile on your face.

“Fuck yeah!! That means I win the bet!”, Soap practically crushes you in a hug as he hauls you away from the mistletoe so neither Gaz or Ghost could steal a final kiss from you. He places you beside the captain as he runs away from Gaz and Ghost who are chasing him to the office.

Your laughter is cut short as you feel very familiar lips on your ear.

“Such a naughty sergeant, you'll be punished for taking my win away from me”, you gasp as Price growls low in your ear. You don't get much time to think because as quick as he came he also left you standing there as he followed the boys.

Every nerve endings was set alight as you entered the office to find things relatively calm. Apart from Soap brandishing a very triumphant look and boasting about his win.

Your eyes meet Prices, he has such a devilish smirk on his face. Like he's about to pounce on you any second now. He probably would have if he wasn't interrupted in the kitchen. You turn away immediately not being able to hold his heated gaze. Preferring to look at the decorated office instead. Price sat on his plush chair as everyone else found a place to settle in his office. You decide to walk over to where Gaz is seated to squeeze in beside him. He places an arm around you immediately bringing you closer to his side complaining as to why you had to go make Soap win. Ghost goes around handing everyone their respective gifts. Before settling beside Soap.

You watch everyone open their gifts with excitement. There were thank you and kisses exchanged between them. You're a little more aware than usual. A little more alert after Price's last comment. You still couldn't get that almost kiss out of your head. You watch as they hug and kiss each. It didn't seem so friendly to you anymore. It didn't seem like friends having a laugh. They were like kisses exchanged between lovers. You watch them more closely as everything clicks into place.

They were…. together…like… all four of them. They were in a relationship. But now that had you questioning every encounter with the four men. On when and how they would flirt with you. How their hands always found themselves on your body somehow. How they would find any excuse to get rid of people hitting on you. Were they flirty like that with everyone? No…you knew they weren't. So why you?

Your brought out of you deep thoughts as Gaz crushes you with a embrace so tight you think he might be trying to crack your bones but he lets go just as quickly to get up and remove his shirt. You look at him shocked only to realise he was putting on the jumper you had made him. You cringe at your awful knitting but Gaz doesn't seem to notice at all. Showing it off to everyone in the room that you had gifted him a handmade jumper. You glance around the room to see slight jealousy at the handmade gift but that's quickly replaced by thank you as they open their own presents. Soap particularly happy with his Scottish flag scotch glass.

You don't realise until everyone is looking at you that you haven't open the nicely wrapped box sitting in your lap. You make eye contact with Price to find his eyes to have softened compared to before. You work your hand on the wrapping paper making sure to open it with care. The small black leather box sits in your palm. You glance at them one last time before opening the box to find a ring…well not a ring exactly…it was on a necklace so a pendant. You smile thanking them for their gift as you remove the chain from the box…

Price gives Soap a knowing look. As Gaz hugs Ghost's shoulders from behind his chair. You're about to put the necklace on but Soaps hand stops you midway placing the necklace back in its box. You look at him confused before silently asking for an explanation for his actions as he kneels before you.

“Since ah won the bet, the honour was given tae me tae ask ye this question. Would...ye consider…being ours?”, he looks at you with so much adoration.

“Being yours…?”, you look at all of them and they all held the same look in their eyes. “But you have each other…you don't need…you shouldn't..want…me”, you watch his face fall slightly at your words before recovering.

“But I do…we all do…we can't help thinking about ye when ye're away. Can't help getting jealous when someone flirts with ye. Can't help want tae be close tae ye all the time…We can take things slow…”, he looks at you for your reaction. But you're deep in thought fidgeting with the ring on the chain.

“It doesn't have tae be all at once. Ye can get used tae the idea”, he looks at you hopefully as you glance at everyone else. Your eyes lock on Price who also looks at you longingly.

“So I'll be…dating? All of you?”, you watch them all nod in eagerness. “And you're all dating each other too..??”, they all nod again confirming their relationship status. You watch them hold their breaths as you decide on your answer.

“That explains all the touchiness”, you laugh as you play with the ring on the chain. On closer inspection you see engravings on the inner band. You bring it closer to your eyes to see the initials of the four men neatly engraved on the inside. It made your heart melt. They seemed serious in wanting to be with you. It explains all the flirting and tender touches. Soap watches you carefully, still kneeling at your feet waiting for an answer.

“It's a bit overwhelming….to be with four men... all at once…but I-I....really like you all…I'd like to see..where this goes…”, you feel heat rise to your neck and cheeks when the words leave your mouth.

Not a second later Soap has you in his arms peppering your lips and face in small kisses and thank yous. Gaz and Ghost come up to you immediately as well taking the chance to hold you close to their chests. You return their warm embraces with eagerness of your own. Ghost helps you place the necklace around your neck as they all take chances to kiss you gently trying their best not to overwhelm you as you laugh from joy.

Price stays in his chair watching everything unfold. He has adoration written all over his face but there's also the underlying lust and desire you felt in the kitchen and then again in the hallway.

“Well now that's settled…come here love. Over my knee…A naughty sergeant like you needs to be punished for taking sides.”

Copyright © by ethereal-night-fairy. 2023. All Rights Reserved. Writing not permitted for reposting, transcription, translation or use with AI technologies.

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omg I just find you and your writings are amazing♥️

Can you please do some husband headcanons please?

surely, i can try my best, thanks for the ask!!

Husband Headcanons I

for Iruka, Kakashi, and Itachi (with wildcard appearances from Jiraiya and Obito) (GN!Reader)

Your fav isn't mentioned? Check out Husband Headcanons 2!

Warnings: couple swear words, couple sexual references (Reader Discretion advised), fluff, lmk if this sucks

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Iruka

Would suggest the springtime for the wedding, but Iruka would still happily marry you whenever your heart desired

Danced with you throughout the entire reception, only getting tipsy (enabling you to get comfortably inebriated)

Begs to carry you over the threshold like a gentleman, and the two of you spent the whole night consumating the union

Best sex you had ever had, and Iruka was of the same mind - both of you were totally in your element on your wedding night, and couldn't stop until noon the next day

Honeymoon takes place in the Land of Flowers, within a small settlement near the coast

Iruka pays for a week's stay at an Inn, and the two of you spend the days watching the water and walking through wildflower fields, collecting colourful, fragrant bouquets as you went

Domestically, such a teamplayer - Iruka will happily do the dishes after you cook dinner, and vice versa, he'll mop after you sweep, he turns on lights for you while you open windows

Would happily have a pet, probably a cat (orange or calico), but wouldn't be opposed to something a bit more spunky like a gekko or a rat

Dances with you in the living room while it rains, takes you (and your pet) out in the sunshine - he just loves to spend time with you and be with you

Kakashi

The wedding was small, kept to just close friends and your immediate family, probably just within the courthouse with a nice little reception after

Kakashi would carry you all the way from the reception to your shared apartment, right over the threshold, and it would take only a Hokage-level emergency to get him away from you after

Can't take a very long honeymoon because of his duties as Hokage, but will take you out for a long weekend in one of the coastal villages of the Land of Fire

Despite the long hours he works, Kakashi is the most attentive husband ever

Fresh flowers decorate a crystal vase on the coffee table, replaced every week, the trash is always taken out without you having to ask, he'll surprise you with full breakfasts on the weekends AND do the dishes after

Gets all bubbly every time he hits someone with a my spouse and is constantly bringing you up in conversation just to do so

Many nights are spent cuddling on the couch after dinner, reading independantly

You want a dog? Lovely! Kakashi wants a dog. You want a cat? Great! Kakashi wants a cat. A bird? A snake? A gerbil? Bring it on, that sounds fun.

Such a funny man, still needing to parade around the village with you in his arm, as if not everybody is already aware

Itachi

We're doing an Everything'sFine!AU because I'll cry otherwise

Massive wedding, so many floral arrangements, easily half the village shows up, Itachi cannot stop smiling the entire day

Literally tears up at the altar when he sees you, can't contain himself, you're such a vision

Takes you to the Land of Waterfalls for the most peaceful honeymoon of all

You two spend a week, or two, meditating with each other, drinking special teas, swimming for hours, wrapped in a lover's embrace that knits your hearts together even closer

Of course, in the hustle and bustle of the weekdays, Itachi establishes Saturday as Cleaning Day, and will clean the entire house, top to bottom, by himself (but will very much appreciate any help you provide)

Sunday is the day Itachi reserves to spend with you, either out on the town, or in the house, resting and relaxing together

Compliments every single look of yours as if it's the first time he's ever seen you, Itachi just can't believe his luck, and gets heart palpatations every single time he hears you call him your husband

Gets way more vulnerable after marriage, allowing himself to open up with a different level of confidence

Jiraiya

Destination wedding so people don't want to come, he wants the ceremony to be perfect and intimate

Gets so fucked up at the reception that you have to carry him over the threshold

He's such a sweetie about it when he wakes up though, apologising and fucking you reaaal good the entirety of the next day

Takes you on a month of travel, literally to every single Land

Writes you special poems and stories to wake up to while he's cheffing up the best breakfasts ever

Writes an entire book about you, and it was a best-seller

No one makes a better cup of tea than Jiraiya, and he's always got a tea ready for when you wake up, when you come home, after dinner

The absolute king of being in the same room while doing separate things, you're in his lap or holding his non-dominant hand, and every once in a while you'll share a brief kiss that might evolve into something a bit more distracting

Hugging and kissing as soon as you come home - he missed you so damn bad and needs to let you know

Is a very organized messy, but not at all dirty, Jiraiya doesn't mind when you clean up after him but would honestly prefer you didn't (he can't find things after, even if you tell him exactly where you put things)

Birthdays, Anniversaries, any opportunity to shower you in love and gifts, Jiraiya will take it and run with it

He just adores you and lets everyone know about it

Obito

Goofball gets an Officiant Certification and marries the two of you, himself

His vows are so long and so sweet that you can't even get yours out without stuttering and crying

Obito whisks you away to the Land of Hotsprings for nearly a month, immediately after the rings are exchanged

Finds nothing more fun than going out on dates with you while married, he almost likes it more than when you two were just going steady

Can't stand to let you sleep while he's awake, no matter how poorly he feels about depreiving you of sleep

Kisses and hugs every time the two of you are reunited

Obito won't ever shut up about you when you're apart, and it gets on everyone's nerves but Konan who finds his musings sweet

Lives, loves, laughs domestic life - he will do anything to make you happy, including the most grueling chores (those fucking baseboards)

Always makes you laugh, no matter how you're feeling, and he loves your laugh more than anything

[sagstelliums]

Where does your future spouse come from (pac) *follower request

Pile 1

I see that they come from the west/southwest. They may have come from somewhere with a lot of forests/sticks/trees/dry dirt/heat. They come from a single mother or they spent a lot of time with their mom, I see that their mom depended on them and they kept peace on their home. They may be the only child, they’re over protective of their mom or family in general. I see that they could like dark colors or they used to when they were younger, they’re someone who didn’t have alot of people around them growing up so they can be awkward around others. They may have grew up in an empty home or in a home with poor lighting/it got dark fast where they live. They may have been more pessimistic, they had to work hard from an early age and they get burnout easily. People may have taken advantage of them a lot when they were younger and misused their power. Signs- Pisces/cancer. Initials- T, F, B

Pile 2

I see that they may come from the northwest/west, they come from somewhere with a lot of insects/snakes/river snakes/animlas/insects with wings or nature/rivers and tall trees. They may have come from a single dad or they spent a lot of time with their dad, they may have had a controlling family but they always knew how to find the silver lining in the worst situations, they’re very forgiving and they’re good with criticism/reflection. They’re someone who’s free and playful, they may be very physically attractive or a lot of people from their hometown thought they were attractive. I see that they like to have a lot of freedom and they don’t always like to follow the rules, they may have had to suppress their true self’s growing up but now they’re confident and authentic. Signs- Aries/taurus. Initials- Q, K, E, N, F

Pile 3

I see that they come from the east or northeast, they may come from a city or from somewhere with a lot of bridges. They may live near water or an ocean, there could be a big bridge by an ocean in their city. They may live somewhere with caves and water/big caves/big bodies of water/big animals, they come from somewhere with a lot of a lot land. They may grew up in a spiritual home or they changed their spirituality/religion when they grew up, they could be very intuitive or connected with spirits/the divine. They may have come from a dysfunctional home, they depended a lot on God/their spirituality to get help and be stable. They’re secretive and don’t open up easily, they have a high guard and they have many layers to them. They have nice hands/fingers, they may be very touchy and affectionate once they’re comfortable with you. They may seem isolated when you first meet them but that’s because they don’t like to get attached too easily. Signs- Aries, Capricorn, Libra, Aquarius. Initials- J, I, G

Personal readings always available

Pngs by @ghiblisnoopy Divider by @steddiecameraroll-graphics

[deadghosy]

“Patience”

SLYTHERIN OC X HUFFLEPUFF READER

Dynamic: reckless x nurse

Prompt: when the healer comes to the rescue or needs the rescue.

Warning: violence, blood mentions, fluff, and slight suggestive.

How in the hell are you supposed to tame a wild snake when all he does is get into trouble. Cleaning your boyfriend’s knuckles was not on your list for a relaxing evening. Christopher Locks, a Slytherin boy who had taken your heart back in 4th year was certainly sitting in front of you after he had gotten into a fight with a gryffindor. You were tired of these house rivalry as it just seemed dumb as hell. “Really Chris? Why can’t you ever just stop acting like a dimwit.” You said throwing the boys slightly big hands at his legs. Christopher tilted his head a little before smirking. “Why can’t I have my future spouse tend my wounds? I choose you over these bloody nurses in the hospital wing any day.” You only sighed once again feeling him pull you to his lap. “Chris.” You flicked his head which only earned a small laugh. “Im not a nurse..or even a specialized nurse at the fact.” Grabbing his hand again and dabbing the cotton swob with alcohol gently on the spilled knuckles. “Yeah but..” he says whilst his other hand resting on your thigh.

“Does it really matter love?” He looked up at you with those dangerously low eyes. You felt your breath get taken away by those green eyes of his. You look away from him and back onto his knuckles. “Other hand please.” You said holding out your own hand for the other you haven’t tended to yet. He lended you his hand with a smile as you quickly get to work. You were begging Helga Hufflpuff for patience as sometimes you didn’t have the patience to keep tending your lover. “I hate you…” “I love you too darling.”

It was now another "normal" day, or so you wish it was. Having a Slytherin boyfriend meant that some people would have problems about a hufflepuff and a Slytherin being together as a Slytherin is evils while a hufflepuff is an angel. Honestly you didn’t give a care in the world for people trying to trash talk your own relationship with your lover. Honestly Christopher is a lovely person after all. Protective, charming, funny sometimes, and very much a good lover. Hell, he had given you a promise ring that had your favorite gem in it. It was like you were swooning over him all over again. Your love sick thoughts were cut off by a student, a Gryffindor of kind to shoulder check you. “Ah, apologies—” “Ew. Aren’t you that hufflepuff dating Locks?” The gryffindor said with a disgusted face. Your face faltered into one of a frown and distaste. “Yes..I am.” You said eyeing the student.

“Yikes! I feel bad for you and your relationship. To even date a Slytherin might as well be foul to even imagine. Or maybe you’re foul yourself.” The student started to walk towards you, making you uncomfortable and back up. “Please back up—” the Gryffindor cuts you off, “I’m thinking that maybe you were forced into a relationship with that bloody snake. Maybe you are just blind and an imbecile to even see what’s in Locks.” You narrowed your eyes, as you opened your mouth to counter on what was said. Christopher came around the corner with a dark look. “There you are love..” he said with a dark tone. His eyes were sharp into the student that seemed to now back away from you. “Is this person bothering you?” He had now stepped in between you and the Gryffindor, Christopher already heard what had happened earlier. He just wanted to see if the problem needed to be solved. You looked between your boyfriend and the student, and nodded your head confirming his accusation.

He smirked at the student in front of him, making sure you stayed behind him before he started talking. “So mate, I see you’re starting trouble with my love.” He puts his hand on the student’s shoulder, gripping it to the point his defined hand was showing veins. “I shall say, if I see you messing with them again.” He leans against the person’s ear. “I’m breaking your face and wand.” His voice was low into their ear, gripping the shoulder with a deadly grip. The student made a sound of displeasure and it was enough to make Chris smile at that with a dark look. “Do I make myself clear?” Chris then punched the student’s stomach making the poor person kneel down and hold their stomach. Your eyes widen with a gasp. “Oh yeah..and that’s for calling them names you prick.” Chris grabbed your hand and walked away from the agnozing crowd that seemed to grow large at what happened.

You frowned, “that wasn’t necessary chris…” Christopher bit the inside of his cheek. “You know what isn’t necessary? That bastard making fun of you. Even calling you names love. And I will not stand for that.” He said looking at you, squeezing your hand as well. You sighed at this boy, “what am I gonna do with you..” you said walking side by side with him fully. “..you could give me a kiss.” You looked at him with a shocked face. Smacking his arm with your free hand he laughed. “Kidding, kidding..or am I?” He bellowed out a laugh for a second time as you let out a small giggle. You felt a little better getting out of that situation, and he knew it as well.

But sadly, it wasn’t the end of it.

Screams erupts the halls as you were walking with another hufflepuff, Elizabeth to class. You raised an eyebrow and Elizabeth squinted her eyes before screaming. “Omg! Isn’t that your boyfriend?!” Your own eyes widen as she pointed over to a crowd of students in a circle. You could only see two heads, one head was definitely Chris but the other wasn’t. “What?!” You yelled shocked, you started to run over there. Pushing through the crowd that’s when you see Christopher throwing a punch at the student you seen harassing you yesterday. Apparently the student didn’t learn their lesson from yesterday and had insulted you to Christopher’s face. “Cmon mate, throw a good one while at it!” Christopher said with a smirk, he gestured with his hand towards the student who whipped out their wand. Swiftly Christopher dodged a depulso spell, without hesitation the Slytherin boy whipped out his own wand and depulso the student away. The crowd ooh’s at this as the student was laid out on their arse, you looked at the student who seemed to have a slight bloodied face. Then you looked your Slytherin who had surprisingly clean knuckles, a little red on them. But clean.

“Christopher Locks!” Christopher looked at his beloved with a smile, showing off his sharp canines. “Ah, my dear badger. What brings you here love?” He was acting as if he didn’t throw that waste of time Gryffindor across the hall. You only narrowed your eyes as you walked up to him, he still kept a smile watching you closely. “…why must you cause mayhem everywhere you bloody go!” Christopher was going to answer before you grabbed him by the hood of his cloaks and drag him off from the crow that now surrounded the knocked out Gryffindor. “Love please slow down or else—” “I don’t give a rat’s arse! I worry about you too much for you to only start another fight?! What if you get suspended from the school?! I swore, you need patience to think before acting out.” You were obviously upset and it made the Slytherin frown.

The walk from away the crowd turned into him taking you to the Slytherin’s house. “Pureblood” he said as he let you walk in first and then him. You didn’t even look at him as he sighed. You had walked ahead of him, that was before he picked you up bridal style and took you to his room. “Hey! Put me down you idiot!” You tried to get out of his hold, but you knew if you did you would’ve busted your own behind on the floors. “Can’t, I gotta show you I’m sorry my love.” He opened the door with his hand and closed it with his foot. You only huffed when he set you down. You looked at him, eye to eye to see he had no expression before he leaned his head towards you.

“I’m sorry love..” his voice was low, slowly his hands grazed your waist. You pouted while his eyes were clearly onto your lips. He dipped his head lower capturing your lips perfectly onto his own. Your eyes widen before relaxing, wrapping your arms around his neck. He chuckled into the kiss. The kiss was passionate before turning sinister. He bit your lower lip asking for permission, and you clearly gave him it as he pushed you against the bed. Claiming dominance over you. Your hands gripped his back as he pushed back and licked his lips. “You drive me fuckin' crazy angel…” he said with a low growl. Before he could even say anything else mattheo came in, ruining the moment. You and Chris looked at the door, your face showing clear embarrassment as Christopher was nonchalant. Poor mattheo only saw a hufflepuff looking flustered with bruised lips from kissing, and his housemate that had disheveled hair and a cloak that seemed to drift off of Christopher’s shoulder.

“Yep I’m gone.” The riddle brother said, closing the door quickly. Chris only shrugged and kissed your lips one more before sitting on the bed beside his darling. “Think he’s gonna tell the others?” You said to the Slytherin boy next to you. Chris only shrugged again, slithering his hand to hold yours. “The others wouldn’t care that I’m dating a lovely badger like you my dear.” Chris showed a soft smile, his low eyes showing protectiveness. You giggled squeezing his hand happily. “Awww.. you’re so cute when you’re sweet” Christopher immediately jokingly gagged when you called him sweet but he held a smile on his face. “Cmon now love, you know I can’t ever be mean to you.” He says leaning his face down to yours to give you a small peck. After that the rest of the day and night was trouble free. He knew he had to learn patience just like you.

[eclipixels]

Partition

Summary: Car sex

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Diamond glittered in the pale moonlight as you stepped out the Gala. It was around 2 a.m., and you were extremely exhausted, ready to take off your heels and corset that imprisoned your aching flesh. Not too far behind followed you a blonde haired man, a glistening matching ring adorned both your left hands.

Guards encircled you as you made your way towards the sleek black SUV, the distinct sound of stiletto heels resonating against the pavement with each step. Your hips moved with a captivating natural rhythm, creating an allure that seemed to affect Coriolanus who was walking behind you, his esteemed First Lady.

Coriolanus held open the door for you, his gaze subtly tracing the elegant contours of your form as you gracefully crouched to enter. A momentary glimpse of the delicate lace of your panties captured his attention as you swung in each leg with deliberate poise. He arched a questioning brow, wondering whether your seemingly intentional display was a purposeful act.

Maintaining a facade of indifference, you skillfully feigned obliviousness to the subtle scrutiny, but Coryo knew better than to fall for your tricks. Nonetheless, he let's it go, choosing not to press the matter. He seamlessly joined you, sliding into the seat beside yours before securing the door. The tinted glasses provided a discreet vantage point, affording you an unobstructed view of everything around, while cloaking your presence from prying external eyes. The inherent convenience of such privacy did not escape notice.

You failed to observe how Coryo sat impossibly close, with one warm hand on your knees and the other snaked around your waist. Seemingly innocent, it appears as a loving gesture between spouses, but you're aware of a different reality.

Coriolanus's hhand maintained its place on your waist, his fingers subtly tracing patterns as if claiming territory. The allure of the night seemed to heighten the tension within the confined space of the vehicle. His rosy cologne, a gentle scent, filled your nose as you leaned into his touch.

"What perfume is this?" He asks.

"Peach Blossom," You breathe, wondering if he's taken a keen to it.

"Never wear it again unless we're in public." He commands and you furrow your brows. What? "It covers your natural scent, I don't like that."

You stop yourself for laughing, not wanting to abash him. Never to wear any other artificial fragrance again unless it's for public purposes? All because he can't smell your natural scent? You truly had him whipped. You just give him a slight nod in response.

Your muscles ease against his broad chest, sensing the rhythm of his breath. The hand on your knees subtly glides upward, its movement almost imperceptible, and his nails gently trace across your skin.

He angles his head, gently placing a tender, chaste kiss on the area below your ears along your jawline. They press a little longer than they should, and you sense the possessiveness behind the act.

"What'd you drink?" You whisper, smelling the liquor on his breath.

"Bowmore 1957" he responds, his eyelashes brushing against your skin from the proximity of his face.

"How was it?" you inquired, your question lacking genuine curiosity. You sought a diversion from the thoughts racing through your mind about where his hands could go, the things he could do to you right now.

"Not as divine as you taste," he responded, offering no assistance to your wandering thoughts. At that very moment, the car made a sharp turn, and his hand slid higher up your thigh while his other arm tightened it's grip around your waist.

"Coriolanus." Your eyes widened and your hand fell on his wrist. Gazing into his eyes brimming with desire, you saw his lips form an amused, teasing grin.

"Hm?" He hummed, moving defiantly against your weak grip. You shot him a glare, a sort of warning. He dismisses your silent caution by placing the hand that was on your torso to rest elegantly on your breast.

"What are you doing?" You whisper through your teeth. You were mad at yourself for how hot your skin was getting from the barest of his touch, he always had that effect on you.

"Such a low cut dress with easy access, tell me, was this on purpose, love?" He ignores your question, you knew exactly what he was doing and knew that his actions would just continue further, so there was no reason to argue against it. You knew he'd win in the end, he always does.

Snow lands on top

"Not here," your voice trembles as you sense the squeeze on your inner thigh.

"Yes, here," he murmurs, planting a wet kiss on your neck.

Feeling tense, you contemplate. You're aware of Snow's eagerness, but you do trust that he wouldn't push boundaries if you said no. Moreover, with the partition up, the driver would remain oblivious and this is where those tinted windows came in convenience.

Gripping one of Coriolanus's shoulders, you pulled yourself up onto his lap, your dress riding up as you straddled him. You could see you surprised him with the way his eyes widened till they filled with glittering mischief, something you've grown familiar to since you were both children. Coriolanus Snow had always been a rebel.

With a smile, he attacked your neck with sloppy wet kisses, hands frantically exploring every inch of your skin. His fingers slid from beneath your dress, tracing the contours of your skin. You melted in his touch like wax sensing the warmth from each other.

You can feel his hard cock underneath the fabric of your panties and his pants. You begin to subtly move against the hardness, gradually building up a sensation

He unexpectedly raised you slightly, you sometimes forget how easily he can lift you up. Swiftly, he shifts aside your panties and clumsily pulls down a portion of his pants and boxers, unveiling his hard and senstive cock leaking with precum.

You feel the tip press against your wetfolds as you sink down onto his cock, hissing at the stretch. It's important to mention that while yes you were in the mood to fuck, you were also exhausted after hours of walking in heels and draining your social battery. Coriolanus noticed, of course he did, he knows you like the back of his hand.

"You tired, darling?" He whispered, sensing the way your body went completely lax as soon as you sinked down on him.

"Mhm," you nodded shyly. You knew he wouldn't be upset with you or anything but you couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"S'okay baby, I got you. You wanna stop?" He cooed, petting your hair and holding you you tightly to his chest.

"No, wanna keep going." You lazily answered, feeling the way the satin strap on your shoulder naturally fell with the pull of gravity.

"Okay, I need you to relax for me, dove." His chest resonates with the vibrations of his voice, and you sense it as you plant gentle, tickling kisses on his neck where your head lay. His face carries a subtle smile, evident from them.

Slowly, he pushes forward, claiming the tight heat that has been tormenting him. Once he sees you're comfortable, he continues rutting in and out of you. The symphony of your sounds delight. He revels in your vocality during sex, it feeds his ego to know how good he's making you feel.

You throw your head back when he hits that sweet spot inside of you. You can't help but whimper at the repeated brushing against the spot, and Coryo takes this as an opportunity to capture your lips between his. You moaned into the kiss, feeling drunk on his touch. He leisurely moved his tongue from the edge of your lips, tracing a path down to your neck.

Coryo passionately fucks you, as if he's your devoted worshipper, imprinting your pleasure on his being. The rhythm he creates is almost sinful, with one hand gripping the soft flesh of your ass and the other exploring every reachable piece of your body. The intensity of the experience overwhelms you, prompting you to tightly embrace him, pulling him in as close as you can.

He presses his open mouth to your shoulder, too concentrated on chasing his high to nip or leave love bites.

You feel that finials knot in your stomach and know you're about to come undone. Your hands search desperately for something to grab on to, and you find your palms pressed against the foggy windows leaving sweaty handprints.

"C-coryo..." You choke on your words, trying to signal that you're close. You get some sort of noise acknowledging your whine, and you hope he knows why because you can't seem to formulate anything else coherent.

"I know, baby. Come for me whenever you want." He reassures and tears brim your eyes. Your mascaras running, red lipstick smudged.

Coryo skillfully adjusts, allowing his hand to slide down your stomach. Utilizing his thumb, he deftly flicks and rubs at your clit, taking advantage of the openness facilitated by the positioning of his cock. As sensations intensify, spots start to form in your vision. Each stroke pushes you closer to the edge until you cream on his cock and whimper uncontrollably.

The pleasure of clenching around his thick cock sends Coriolanus into a spiral as he can no longer control himself. Warm thick liquid gushes inside of you as Coryo grunts into your neck, trying to muffle his sounds. Your name falls out his lips like a prayer.

Too focused on his own high, Coryo doesn't notice how he's let go of you until you sloppily fall off his lap onto the seat. You looked absolutely fucked out, and the apology on the tip of his tongue died once he saw the way you looked. Hair messy, panties scrunched, dress half on, very visible hickeys, bruises forming on your hips from his hands gripping, and thick dribbles of his cum spilling out from your pussy onto your gown.

You're beyond speech, and all you can do is watch as Coryo pulls out his phone and snaps a quick picture.

He retrieves a handkerchief and delicately starts wiping you down, encouraging you to unwind and even to take a nap if you wish. You laugh softly in response. Aftercare makes him so gentle. Bending down, he hovers over you and plants sweet, affectionate kisses all over your body.

[villainsimpqueen]

Echoes of Paradise Lost

Part 2/chapter 2?

Adam x Reader x Eve

This sets place in the Garden of Eden. They speak in old english.

Reader is Intersex and goes by they/them.

(All my fics are 18+)

(Art found on Pinterest all rights goes to the original artist)

Chapter 2/Part 2

The voices had not returned, taken care of by your husband, just like Adam had promised you in your need.

But it seems that the snakes had brought more problems than their tormenting voices, as your dearest Wife and Husband had started up their bickering.

Seeing you so terrified and needing protection and comfort when you had fled from the forest and into their arms had caused a new feeling to capture both Eve and Adam's hearts.

Possessiveness

The need to make you feel safe and comforted.

To keep you for themselves.

Adam had suddenly wanted you to join him on all of his hunts, wanting you to be near him so that he could protect you from ever being targeted by them again.

The memory of how tightly you held his arms around you as you clung to him for his protection had not left his mind. He had not yet experienced the elation he felt when you wanted to be held in his arms, faithfully knowing that he would provide you safety even though he had not been very close to you.

He wanted to feel that again, He wanted you to always know that he would keep you and Eve safe and that you could always count on him to do so. Adam also wanted to show you how to defend yourself with a spear. While he was very confident he could be a good Husband and keep you safe, there was, however, a very slight sense of doubt.

He knew that They could be alluring and he didnt want to leave you so defenseless if they try to attack you like they had again.

You were His spouse and he would be damned if the snakes lead you to be banished like they had been.

He would keep you safe from ever suffering such a fate. Keeping you and Eve safe was now all that mattered to him, especially from them.

"Follow me quietly, keep thy spear close and ready to strike, and thou shalt not go hungry.” He instructed you turning his head to meet your eyes with his own.

He watched you nod your head obediently as you mimicked his movements.

It caused him to swallow thickly as his eyes moved over your body, a fur wrapped around your shoulders it was long falling just below your hips, a gift Eve your shared wife had made after you refused to leave their home for days after the snakes attacking you.

While the fur moved and opened here and there due to your movements briefly revealing yourself underneath it kept you fairly hidden. As if you truly believed that you were tainted by the Snakes eyes.

It brought an anger in his chest as he turned his head to lead you through the bush.

He believed with his whole being that you were truly pure, that even they could never taint you.

You had sought out for him, for Eve.

Your Husband, Your wife.

Not the snakes.

Them, Him.

How could you not be anything else but Pure? You should never feel the need to hide yourself and Adam swore that he will make you feel so utterly safe again that you will return Eve's gift back to the bedding of furs of your shared home.

The hunt had been successful. You lead the way back to the Cave you three shared excitement in your tone as you moved infront of your husband who carried the buck you striked down over his shoulders.

"Saw you my feat? I've achieved it! I can now provide for thee, my beloved husband!” Your delightfully soft voice proudly fell on his ears as you turnwd your head back to stare up at him with those pretty e/c eyes you beheld.

His lips twitched as a smirk grew on his face.

"Thou mayst aid in providing for me, my beloved spouse.” He softly chuckled watching how your face seemed to light up as you both went off the trail of the forrest and back into the familiar clearances of the home you all shared.

Eve who was busy mending clay bowls looked up over the fire, her honey eyes falling on adam and the dead deer before falling on your bouncing form The smiles on her beloves faces brought one of her own as she moved up from her task and moved over. Her honey eyes watching how the smile of your lips reached to your eyes as you looked at your shared husband. She felt a twisting feeling as she too wanted you to look at her with such affection.

"My husband, my spouse, both have returned unto me. Husband, I pray thee, rest ere thou cleanse the abundance thou hast caught. Spouse, might I trouble thee for aid in gathering thy favorite vegetables and berries?” Her soft doved voice graced you and your husbands ears.

You turned to Eve the smile on your face still bright as you moved joining hands with her own, causing tingles to flutter in her heart.

"My dearest wife, I shall gladly aid thee. Thou shalt never trouble me with thy requests for assistance.” You told her so gently, filling her heart with warmth as your gaze soften on her ever so assuring her.

"Our spouse was meant to assist in cleaning the buck. Art thou unable to gather alone?" Adams gruffed voice spoke, causing Eve to look from your sweet gaze and into the intense one of your shared Husbands.

She pursed her lips as she stared at him.

"I believed thou hadst said none should depart our home without the other, my dearest husband. If indeed thou requirest our beloved spouse's help in cleaning the buck, wilt thou be aiding in gathering in their stead?” She spoke back towards Adam, There was a bite in her tone that you weremt the only one to catch as you glanced from your sweet wife to your husband, Watching how Adams eyes furrowed.

You could feel tension start to build and you moved between the both of them, towards Adam placing a hand against his bare chest making his instense eyes flicker from eve and down to you.

"We shall be swift, my dearest husband, and upon my return, I shall assist thee in cleaning the buck whilst Eve attends to washing the vegetables and berries.” You spoke softly to appease your husband and you turned to your head to look at Eve meeting her honey eyes.

"Once all is cleaned, I shall aid our dearest wife in cooking, and then may we sit together and enjoy a blessed meal beneath the starry heavens?” You continued on before looking back up into Adam's scorching sunlight eyes.

Hoping that this compromise will appease both your beloveds and prevent another bout of bicking between them.

You could feel the breathe that Adam inhaled through his chest as his gaze softened on you, a short nod was what he gave you before moving one of the spears he carried along woth the buck towards you.

"Fear not to wield thy blade if necessary to defend thyself and our wife.” He told you causing you to smile nroghtly at him and take the staff firmly in your hands. You turned to Eve taking her hand leading her back to the cave to gather baskets in both your hands as you left quickly.

"I wouldst gather some of the fruit thou lovest, my dearest Eve. Let us be swift and not leave Adam fretting over our return.” You told her with a teasing smile happy to see how it made her brighten the gardens with one of her own as she held your hand tightly with a nod of her head.

You assisted your wife up a tree to gather the small red fruits that she loved dearly. Watching her drop the little red and purple things down into the baskets beside your feet. Eve softly hummed as she gathered handfulls of the small fruits letting them fall from her palms to the baskets.

You smiled closing your eyes to enjoy the soft song your morning dove hummed out as she worked.

"Thou art most silent, my dearest spouse. Pray, am I boring thee?” Eve soon softly speaks her hand resting on top of your head and you softly shifted your hands under her thighs to hold her securely as you carefully moved your head back into her stomach to look up at her.

"Thou couldst never bore me, dearest. I was merely enchanted by thy humming; thou couldst make the birds jealous with thy songs.” You told your wife softly with adoration as you looked up at her, seeing how her honey eyes crinkled with the soft smile that grew on her plush lips.

"Thou art truly the sweetest, my dearest. If I may be so bold, I wish to inquire if my absence occupies thy thoughts. I yearn for our days spent together, for our selfish husband keeps thee away far too long.” She speaks, a shy tone taking her as she moves her fingers curling them in your haor softly.

You softly frowned and squeezed her thighs shoftly with your fingertips.

"I do not believe such is our husband's intention, my dearest wife. I had not realized thou wert feeling so neglected. I apologize for failing thee, my sweet Eve.” Your apologies leaving you as you felt your own chest tighten with remorse.

Had your hunts with Adam been taking so long that you hadnt even noticed? How have you not noticed the lack of you and Adams absence from Eve?

"Oh, my dearest spouse, thou art not failing me! I simply long to be in thy presence. It was too bold of me to upset thee. Pray, forgive me.” Your wife spoke quickly her face turning into suprise then mournful as she moved her hands with her words.

Your frown deeped as you carefully moved her from your shoulders and gently place her down to stand as you turned to face her, your hands on her shouoders as you looked into her honeyed eyes.

"Thou didst not upset me, my lovely wife. It is I who should ask for forgiveness. I had not known I was making thee feel that way. Allow me to prove that I will do better. Tomorrow, let us bathe together in the pond's waters and then venture to the meadows to gather berries to share.” You spoke to her softly, with genuine care of her feelings and needs. You brought a hand to her cheek softly carressing it shyly, As you were only now starting to get use to showing your beloves physical affection than just wordly.

You watched as her honey eyes brighten and her soft tanned hand cupping ober your own, nuzzling her cheek into your hand.

"I am blessed by the heavens to have such a caring spouse as thee, my love.” She whispered up at you with such soft affection, your face warmed hottly to her sweetness which caused the softest chimes of giggles from your Wife.

Returning back home with haste that you prmised your Husband, you and your wife was suprised at the sight of Adam not only had already skinned and cleaned the buck, but had already had it cut and pierced on rods above the fire.

"Thou... Thou hast cooked for us, my husband?” Eve softly asked as she came from.behind you and taken in the sight.

Adam looked up from the rod he was turning taking in Eve and You in his sights. You watched the bright color that blossom over his cheeks. How he quickly adverted his scourching gold eyes away from Eve and you shyly back to the fire.

"I...I had thought to try. Thou and y/n make it seem easy.” He speaks his voice in a low soft tone as if he was ashamed.

Before your wife could say anything you had eagerly moved to Adam placing a hand on his arm making his eyes look uo to you to see your smile.

"Thou art most thoughtful of us. Let us hasten and cleanse what we have gathered so that we all may finish cooking together.” You told him while still praising him you quickly got up and grabbed Eves hand leading your wife to the near by creek that ran by your caved home and eagerly and quickly washed the gathered food you both foraged.

"In my eyes hath I ne'er beheld him alter in his roles afore.” Eve spoke queitly beside you, you had turned and smile at her brightly.

"Our husband doth love us more than his anticipated duties, dearest.” You told her, believing it was true and so as ypu turned to wash the vegetables and cherries you both had gathered. You had missed as Eve brows knitted together as she watched you before glancing back at the fire seeing Adam turn the meat rods to prevent the meat from burning in question.

She had been with your husband much longer than you had, a few years at best and never once had he ever attempted to cook before, it was always woman's work.

"He doth alter his roles for thee.” She speaks before looking back at you, when you glanced at Eve you see an expression on her graceful face you never seen before, one you were not sure what it meant. Yet it caused a sense of dread form in your chest like you had felt when the snakes had tormented you so in the forrest a while ago. You quickly moved your hands to grab Eves wrist makimg your wife look at you with wide eyes.

"For us, he doth alter, my sweetest wife, dost thou not see? Adam doth adore us so, as thou hast said to me. He keeps his heart close, but once he extends it, his love is ever true. Behold him, Eve, my dearest, doth he not appear loving as he prepares our meal?” You speak to her in worry watching her face change from that expression to one of thought as she looked back at Adam. You didnt know why you held your breath while she did or why you felt so watched suddenly, why you felt like you were failing in doing something so important. Why were you so worried about her doubts in your shared husband?

Yet you let out a breath as she smiled softly her honey eyes forming a soft looked as she gazed at Adam before turning to you with her sweet smile and soft eyes.

"Forgive me, dearest spouse, indeed thou art right. Adam doth appear ever so loving, dost he not? Dost thou ponder if he shall cook for us more now that he hath tried?” Eve seemed quiet excited at the possibility and you felt yourself lossening up as a smile moved acrossed your lips as you took in your wifes excitment while glancing at your Husbands attentiveness to the searing meat.

"With words filled with kindness and pride, I believe our dear husband shall be more eager to join us in cooking, dearest.” You said confidently as you went back to washing the vegetables.

"Then let us be swift in our praise of him!” Eve said with excitement as she grabbed her basket of clean washed cherries and carried them back to Adam quickly. You watched as She sat beside him capturing his attention from the rods, Her hand moving to one of his arms as her lips moved surely to praise him. You watched with a smile as you saw color blossom deeply on your husband's cheeks as he abashly looked away from Eve, a smile forming on his lips as he brought his other hand to lay on top of Eves, before his scorching eyes swept over the clearance to land on you.

You took that as your que to hurry and bring the basket of washed Vegetables over and you so eagerly took your place on the other side of Adam and worked on positioning the vegetables on the stones that lined the fire.

"Thou shouldst have beheld how our love felled the beast, They moved so swiftly, swifter than the eye, and-” Adam went on excitedly Telling Eve about how successful your hunt had been. You listened happily to how She giggled and sometimes cheered.

Adam was very enthusiastic in retelling the events his hands moved as he tried to show her what happened.

"Our sweetest hath a good mentor to guide them.” Eve praised him, Her hands moving to his arm holding it with a look of adoration in her eyes, it was enough to make Adam pause as he got lost in the gaze of soft honey eyes.

It was these moments you had loved so much, When your Husband and Wife would look at each other with such Adoration and Love. It warmed you, especially when watching Adam bring a hand to Eves cheek and pressing his lips to her forehead ever so softly.

"Thou art too sweet, my sun,” He softly mummers to Eve.

"Am I thy sun?” Eve softly asked him, only getting a soft ‘mhm’ From Adam as he pressed his forehead with hers.

You smiled at them with adoration as you brought a fire roasted meat chunk to your lips to nibble on as you watched them.

Contentment filled you.

"And what is y/n to thee?” Eve questioned Adam as she pulled from him to gaze at you with her soft eyes. Adam opened his eyes turning his head to watch you nibble on your meat chunk.

Both of their golden eyes on you at the same time caused you to grow bashful as you felt your face warm up and quickly slipped the rest of your meat chunk into your mouth hiding your lips with a hand as you tried to chew quickly and averted your watchful gaze from them.

You heard Eves giggle and Adams chuckle which only made your face and ears grow hotter by the seconds as you quickly swallowed your food.

"They art mine echo.” He softly spoke causing you to raise your eyes once again at his words.

“"Mine echo?” You softly asked him, questioning your husband gently, wondering what he ever meant.

“mhm” Adam softly let out, Your husband never did explain, not evem if you pushed him with Eve. Adam would not crack only his eyes would crinkle and a smile formed on his lips.

Days and nights and paradise moved and everything seemed so well. Your loving wife and Husband were getting along, you spent time with both of them to make sure none felt forgotten or neglected.

So how did you not see it?

To you and Eves eagerness Adam had formed the habit to help you both cook, while not fully taking on tasks of washing dirty ingredients or chopping and peeling, He would be eager to skewer anything and to hold them by the fire to roast.

You liked to believe it was because your Husband liked to play eoth the fire with empty skewer sticks he had carved for you and Eve to use, likeing to burn the egde to where its smoking and whisp it around as he watched the meat roast above the flames.

It caused you and Eve to snicker and giggle as ypu both prepared the sides.

How did you not notice?

You and Eve would go to a new pond, as the one you had emerge from and attacked by had left you too nervouse to return without Adam companying you and her, So you both found a smaller pond by the Meadows of flowers your wife adored to lay in.

You both would spend hours laying together surrounded by flowers and the kost breathetaking flying instects under the warm sun glittering down on the both of your skin.

You and Eve would talk about anything on your minds which mostly was what your husband would catch to eat that day or what you should gather to ucompany the days meals. What you should go and do the next day together.

"I doth reckon we could persuade Adam to gather with us.” You spoke to Eve as you watched butterflies fly above you and her faces to flowers nearby. A snort from your wife caused you to grin and turn on your side to face her.

"I do, I do! If we bring him hither, our husband shall find ennui. He hath a disdain for idleness, sweetest. I wager he shall soon join us in our quest to banish boredom!” You tell her estatically watching her eyes crinkle up as she laughs for a few minutes at such thoughts of Adam begrudgingly plucking away at berries.

Even when there were signs of their presence?

Eve let out another soft giggle as she looked into your pretty eyes, her giggles falling short as she looked into them, her smile faltering only slightly.

"My dearest spouse... Dost thou ever ponder if there existeth more?” Eve softly asked you and you had tilted your head towards her.

“More?” You softly asked her. "What meanest thou, my sweetest?”

You watched as Eve knitted her eyebrows before she let out a soft noise before shrugging her shoulders.

"Verily, I am uncertain.” She softly mummers "Let us not vex ourselves with it.”

She had said before looking at you with her sweet smiles you adored.

How were you so blind?

You tried getting between them like you normally do, You tried to settle them both down, you did not know how this one started but it had started and like a wildfire it grew out of portion.

"THOU DOST NOT LOVE US LIKE THOU SAYEST! THOU NEVER EXPLAINEST WHY THOU ASKEST US TO DO SUCH THINGS, THOU NEVER EXPLAINEST TO US WHY THINGS MUST BE THE WAY THEY ARE!” Eve screamed at Adam, tears burned down her cheeks as she screamed at him, anger ablazed in her soft honey eyes making them look as if they were melting.

"IT IS THE WAY THINGS MUST BE! WHO ART THOU TO QUESTION SUCH MATTERS, EVE?! I AM THY HUSBAND; THOU ART TO TRUST IN ME TO PROTECT AND GUIDE THEE!” Adam shouted back, his brows furrowed as his eyes narrowed at her.

“Adam, Eve!” you tried to intervene between them once again, your words falling on unlistening ears.

"AND WHEREFORE ART THOU TO BE TRUSTED TO DO SUCH DEEDS?! WHO E'ER DECLARED SUCH A THING?!” Eve screamed back at him.

You had been too loyal to your beloveds, not at naive enough.

Adam was angry, his face redden deeply,

"WHEREFORE ART THOU THUS?! WHEREFORE DOTH IT MATTER SO MUCH TO THEE? THE ANGELS HATH DESIGNATED ME TO SUCH A TASK, WHY DOEST THOU DOUBT THEIR DECREE?!” He screamed at her, and you felt dread build in your stomach as you saw Eve back away from Adam, a look forming in her eyes one you knew because you had it when you once ran to find them.

You moved more infront of Eve placing your hands to press against Adams chest.

“Husband Please!” You started out listening to Adams ragged breathes, your husband was not im his right mind, you knew that. You knew that so dearly because when your world spinned around you for a moment and your arms stung from dirt n rocks, you knew something wasnt right.

This argument had some out wordly influence to it.

Your arms stung and shoulder ached, your head felt light and dizzy, You had heard a choked scream and gasp as you lifted yourself from the ground, your head throbbing as you brough a hand to it finding it wet. You brought your fingers down to find it stained with your own blood.

You had looked up at your wife and husband.

Taking in their looks of mortification and horrified nature.

“y/n..My echo, prithee forgive-” Adam sputtered as he tried to reach you only for you wife to step in front of you a spear in her hand as she pointed it towards your shared husband.

This wasnt ever supposed to happen, Why was it happening?! How did you allow this to happen?

"Hold thee back! Keep thy distance from them! Begone from us, Adam!” Eve shouted at him as she only rose the spears blade at him.

Your heart shattered athow you saw how mortified your husband looked as his pupils only shrank as he looked at You and then to Eve, his hands lifting up infront of him as he backed away slowly, how his chest lifted up and down as if air was being forced away and then back inside of him. His hands were trembling and you sputtered as you reached out.

"Hold... husband... Wife... I prithee.” You let out, the gardens still spinning around in your head as you reached out to nothing but air.

“LEAVE US NOW!” Eve screamed at him and you watched how Adam stumbled backwards his eyes landing on you, more so the busted wound on your head and your blood dripping down your face before falling on his trembling hands.

“I am sorry…I am sorry” You never heard Adam sound so broken, so terrified, you never wanted to hear him like that.

“Adam..” You cried out lightly weakly barely even audible as you watched your Husband flee, flee from your shared home, flee from your wife, flee from you and you felt as if you were dying.

A broken sob shaking you.

This was all wrong.

Eves hands found your face cupping your cheeks as she hushed you, whispering soothing things as she examined your head wound.

"I will protect thee, my dearest. I know of a place where we shall find safety from him. He shall never harm thee nor exert control over us again.” She told you so assuringly, yet her words had confused you so as ypu looked into her dull honey eyes…They never looked like that before, you moved a hand to one of hers as you looked into her eyes.

"What art thou speaking of? ...Nay, Adam did not intend to strike me... that was not his doing. Our husband would never... something... something compelled him.” You spoke as you shook in her hands, you were so positively sure.

Adam was not a violent soul.

Eves eyes had soften as she shook her head.

"Adam deceives us, concealing matters from us. Dearest, I am now enlightened... He is naught but cruel and seeks to dominate us. Thou shalt soon comprehend, for I can shield thee. My companions shall aid our flight from him; they shall reveal all, and then thou shalt perceive that our husband never truly loved us as he professed. We were bereft of choice.” She spoke to you making your head spinned more as ypu looked at her, the fire behind her played with the shadows on her.

Ypu mustve been seeing things because you swore to the high heavens you saw snakes slithering around your dear wifes body and neck.

You shook your head feeling pain blossom in it and you let out a gentle cry as you pushed your wife away from you.

"What hast thou wrought?” You questioned as you moved away from her, you could see the hurt form on your wifes face.

"Come with me, and I shall reveal all to thee. All thou requirest is one bite from the fruit of the forbidden tree.” Eve pleads with you, she reached out for you and you only moved away from your dearest wife.

dread filled you.

“I….I” You sputtered out as you forced yourself onto your dizzying feet you saw the pain and hurt on your beloved Eves face.

But the snakes around her did not leave, and you were too filled with dread and fear of them than you were of her.

"I must seek Adam.” You stammered before rushing away from your wife, stumbling through the forrest after your mortified husband went. Your heart ached and broke at the sounds of your wifes pained screams, screams begging you to come back, wails pleading that you will not hate her..

You couldnt, you didnt have such ability.

But only your husband could banish the snakes away, and you needed Adam.

chp 3

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Love that Beat Vanity

Scaramouche/GN! Reader - Forced Established Marriage

TW: Domestic Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Verbal Abuse

A/N: HELLO! Thank you for reading my goofy little oneshots once again. I've decided to have every Scaramouche fics I write on this acc to have some kind of continuation. So, if you have read my previous works, the reader's lore will be the same throughout this series. But you don't have to read the previous works to catch up with the story since I wrote it as oneshots, scenarios and whatnot.

If you choose not to read the previous works, Reader was an orphan who survived stealing from people but stole from the wrong person one time and was taken and placed in a human trafficking ring, Scaramouche bought her to work at for the Fatui and the rest is history.

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It has been 5 years since Scaramouche has taken you as his spouse. You have still not adapted well into this new "domestic" life that was forced onto you by your husband. The lessons you have to keep taking because you can't make yourself to remember it all, has started to take a toll on your body.

Sleep has been difficult to achieved, it might be near impossible as your husband demands for the two of you to sleep together in the same bed, as husband and spouse. But try as you might to close your eyes, the moment you feel his arms snake around your waist, you freeze up like a statue and not sleep until you pass out from exhaustion. However, when you wake up from fainting, you'll feel the blanket placed properly on top of you, the bed side where your husband would always lay on, cold.

You have no doubt that Scaramouche loves you, too much in fact.

Early in the morning, he would leave you in bed and attend to his harbinger duties. Not a single item of his was ever misplaced whenever he fixes himself up. His sakura blossom perfume would always be placed in it proper spot and his brush to add the rouge over his eyelids were clean from any color, as if it was never even used.

Tidiness can't be said the same to your vanity table. Although you rarely use the furniture as it was intended, you do use it as something to leave the fabrics that you have meticulously stitched from the lessons that Scaramouche forced on you. They were ugly, so you have no idea why your husband lets you leave them in the open.

Your 'lovely' Scaramouche once commented on how your needlework was "god awful that even a child can do better". You might not have expressed it physically, but it hurt to hear him say that. Blood was spilled when you were creating your first fabric But you learned the truth later on that the first finished fabric you have created was hidden in the drawer of his office.

It makes your heart confused on why he has to resort to harsh tactics to get a semblance of your "love". Why can't your husband act like a normal person?

Mornings has been something you have been waiting for every single day for the past 5 years. For the whole morning, you have the manor all to yourself. A place for you to be alone with your thoughts. But when the hour hand reaches 12 PM, your teacher for that day will be coming to teach you another useless skill that you will never remember.

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prologue.

the reluctant empress.

(19th Century Imperial Austria AU)

series masterlist

chapter 1 (soon)

jacaerys (jace) velaryon x female!original character

original work: house of the dragon

rating: rated g (will become pg 18+ in later chapters)

summary: this is a dangerous game we play. as rhaenyra sits on the iron throne and the crown lands on her head, she ensures nothing will risk her reign, and that her son, with all his promise, follows after her. and nothing will stop her.

genres: historical, romance, intrigue, smut (to follow)

word count: 1.0k words

Compromise. That was the word Rhaenyra had heard over and over again, uttered until it became repetitive and meant so much until it was empty.

Never had there been an Empress in her own name since Maria Theresa in the Imperial house, and many of her descendants made sure a woman like her could not rise up again whether by inheritance or coup d’etat.

When King Jaehaerys died unexpectedly in the dawning days of 1852, her father Archduke Viserys befell the throne and crown on his head. Long widowed and mourning the loss of his wife and her mother Aemma, Viserys was a peaceful, kind man, gullible and easily influenced, who suffered bouts of melancholy and locked himself away in his room for days and weeks.

After a series of uprisings from the Vale and failed conquests of Dorne, Rhaenyra managed to convince her somewhat feeble-minded and defeated father to abdicate and hand the throne to her, a princess at age of twenty, fresh from having given birth to her third son Joffrey with spouse Laenor Velaryon, who had taken court with her at Dragonstone, at their ancestral home.

Ever since Jacaerys sat on his grandsire’s lap, chestnut orbs full of wonder and curls forming on his head, as Viserys told him that seat would be his one day - it would be her greatest ambition to succeed him on that throne and pave the way for an even greater reign to come in form of her son.

Since the hatchling sat on her son’s chest and crawled over his wooden crib, Jacaerys was meant for greatness and she knew. He, who picked up reading and writing sooner than any babe, who was crawling already when most did not coordinate their spindly limbs together. Whose eyes read voraciously as he was pressed to her breast or a wet nurse’s. ‘Alysanne reborn’ they would call him sometimes - it’s as if she had swallowed texts and candles while she carried him in her womb.

As the scintillating diadem landed on her head full of silver hair up, Rhaenyra was a step closer to making her dream come true. Sapphires emblazoned on her collar, she honoured her mother Aemma wherever she went, avenging all misdeeds done against her, so that she may have the final laugh after all.

Seeing her father all hesitant, appeasing and letting himself be led on by ill meaning snakes who only wished to take advantage of him for their own personal gains had taught her that compromise can only go so far before it eats you up alive. And she won’t let that happen to her. Or to her son.

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This is the best I can do. Or at least that’s what Alicent’s father told her when he was able to secure a match for her, a second son’s daughter, to a sickly, old Lord Targaryen who was a distant cousin to the conqueror himself. Not as wealthy or influential as the main branch of the family who sat on the throne, but this is the most she can dream for when most lords turned their heads at the sight of her and her brothers.

The old lord, as wealthy as he was, had no great lands but a humble castle in the middle of nowhere in the Crownlands. Loyal and content he was to his family, he had no drive or ambition of his own, after fighting the same war that had gotten Prince Aemon struck with an arrow, returning with maladies that only added to his already delicate health.

Left with two daughters and a granddaughter from the eldest who was now also left a widow, Alicent felt she had no escape, a hole dug so deep there’s no other way but down.

Meek, obedient, people pleasing and content, Helaena was born first, so quiet and unmoving they were afraid she was stillborn and lifeless, answering the prayers of long assumed infertility her husband had assumed from his failure to sire children from his two previous wives. Plump and round faced, her silver hair was nearly pale and had the blue eyes of her father.

Religion was an escape, a soothing balm to her wounds and sensitive nature, to Helaena as it was for her mother. Although Valyrian and raised in Targaryen customs, she was never found without a copy of the seven by her desk, a beloved edition passed down from her maternal grandmother. She married the Lord Celtigar’s second son, a handsome, dashing, brave, rather foolish young man who perished squashing the wars of rebellion in the Vale, never meeting his shy, reclusive daughter Jaehaera.

The second, youngest daughter Y/N - where do we even start? Auburn hair like her mother’s, with dark purple eyes common in the Freehold, was anything like her beloved sister. As close they were, they were opposites in every way. Whereas Helaena was hesitant and shy, Y/N was an accomplished equestrian, loved to hunt and explore the streets of the common folk as her father did in his childhood. Born kicking and screaming, she was nearly double the size of her elder, loud cries so piercing it could be heard throughout the keep.

Her cousins the Lord of Oldtown were aghast to see how her youngest daughter turned out, not made in the image of the Mother, but too Targaryen for their taste’s, yet they could not fully turn away their own kin.

Yet for all her feracious character and restless spirit, Alicent knew from her early age that there was an unsettling beauty to her daughter that she could not fully comprehend. It only seemed to haunt her as her youngest grew, learned to climb and walk and run.

A woman’s household, her father mockingly told Alicent, and although she at first felt humiliated and in despair at her hopelessness, a sense of hope sprouted in her. Draped in obsidian mourning clothes, clinging to the last good lace in her treasury, she receives a letter from her once childhood friend whom she had served as lady in waiting to in her youth, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.

The Queen has invited the Lady Alicent to join her royal court alongside her two daughters, especially as she was considering one who may be the future wife of her son and heir Jacaerys, Prince of Dragonstone. This was Alicent’s ticket to salvation and financial freedom that would save her ailing family from despair - making Helaena a future Queen and her blood on the throne.

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[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter/Update! This one has Yandere Viper Base Headcanons and I hope that you all enjoy this!] 

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.She is also one of the furious five. 

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.Studying to become a master in martial arts.

.She needed to have you as her partner and she would have you no matter what. 

.She is so loving, warm, kind-hearted, and affectionate with you

.She makes you smile all the time and loves to make you laugh. 

.She is a bit of a mother hen yandere where she would make sure that you eat enough, get enough rest 

.She wants your mental health and physical health to be taken seriously. 

.She is the type of yandere to hover around you and try to make you see that she is the one to you~ 

.She does not like cruelty or injustice so with rivals she does not torture them. 

.Instead, she kills them with one strike. She does not care what she has to do, they will not be getting in the way of her love for you. 

.She also deals with rivals with zero hesitation she will strike down on them, ending their lives. 

.She is a patient yandere and wants the best for you, even if the best for you is not with her. 

.But she is SO going to threaten the life of any partner you have, to make sure they never ever try anything to hurt you. 

.And if they do they will be dealt with so fast and so swiftly that they did not even see it coming. 

.She is also the type of yandere to stay by your side and take care of you. 

.She also worried if you are strong enough to be a martial arts master. It constantly worries her. 

.Though she has faith in you and has empathy if you a struggling. 

.She would finally confess to you and ask for you to be hers. 

.Most likely under a beautiful tree as the blossoms are in bloom. 

.If you accept her love she is more than excited and she cannot wait to Marry you and have you as her spouse. 

.If you turn him down, well she would ask why, and if you say you are with someone else? 

.She will do her best to respect it, but if her rival crosses the line he is so dead. 

.If you say you do not see her like that, then she knows that she has to work harder and make her intentions and desires more clear. 

.So that way, one day you will be hers and hers alone. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[shizuns-little-lamb]

Scum Villain X Chainsaw Man AU

so… my spouse and I like to talk when we go for walks, and they’re big into Chainsaw Man right now… Since I always have scum villain on the brain, I started thinking of an SVSSS x Chainsaw Man AU and we brainstormed this together over half an hour or so.

Scum Villain X Chainsaw Man AU -mobei jun= cold devil -meng mo= nightmare devil -tianlang jun= abandonment devil -sha hualing= patricide devil -shen jiu= failure devil -master sky hammer= hammer devil -elder one arm= amputation devil -zhuzhi lang= bastard devil -skinner demon= flay devil -six balls= ball devil (fellas… ;-;)

Loose setup: -Binghe makes a contract with the nightmare devil; you lend me your power over dreams, I give you my dream world to live in -Shang Qinghua has a contract with the Cold Devil (I keep you safe, I get to beat you up three times a day.) -endless abyss equivalent is that LBH almost dies and he becomes a hybrid with the abandonment devil (his dad still????) and that’s when he gets the demon mark on his forehead which is the physical trait that marks him as inhuman -SQQ could be like a senior devil hunter -ZZL is the antagonist trying to separate TLJ’s heart from Binghe and get it back -ZZL snake form is his devil form and he kills Gongyi Xiao to steal his body as a fiend (nooo 😭) and that is ZZL’s human form -I guess the cultivators are the devil hunters here -Liu Qingge- contracted with the ?? Devil (spouse said war was taken. Boo) -YQY’s Xuan Su= sword devil, takes years off his life to use it -SQQ is contracted with the failure devil making SJ a part of him when he fights

Extra info: -The cold devil is one of the primordial fears from when mankind first evolved -nightmare devil has lost power over the years as people aren’t as scared of bad dreams anymore -abandonment devil… yeah. We were thinking he could possibly still love SXY although my spouse is insistent they could not have a baby lol. But I was thinking human nature is always being willing to love again even though you know you will be hurt so I thought it fit him to fall in love even though he is the abandonment devil -flay devil- they flay people and steal their skin (simple) -Zhuzhi: spouse said snake devil was taken already. So if not we picked bastard devil; not something that many people are worried about in modern day society so he’s not too strong -atm I am trying to think of a better way to sum up Shen Jiu’s lost potential and just… whole deal so I’m open to better ideas

These are just thoughts we came up with on a walk, feel free to add on or critique lol!!

[constantinerkives]

Unholy Matrimony, YJM (teaser)

PAIRING: GP Demon! Karina Yoo x human! Fem reader

WARNINGS: College AU, YJM is a daughter of the big guy downstairs, violinist Y/N, mentions classical music and artists, dem*nic ritual via summoning one through classical music, and future mature themes in the next scenes.

SYNOPSIS: Who knew a preserved, unpublished songbook will score you a devilishly gorgeous wife? Devilish - see the context clue? Yep! She's a devil! And a powerful one too. With your perfect execution of her song, you are therefore bound to her for eternity.

A/N: This is my first AESPA fic hehe, please be kind🥹

THIS IS ALL FICTITIOUS AND THEREFORE SHALL NOT BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY.

"You did so well," Says a cold, cutting, and distorted feminine voice. 

You can only stand there, rooted to your spot, as you try to make sense of what's happening around you. You're inside a victorian home, the walls covered in red velvet wallpaper, orange hues of fluorescent lighting, and intricately carved furniture. And despite the warm tones, the house is devoid of warmth. Utterly cold, just like the voice you heard. 

"Who's there!" You stupidly inquire, and the voice chuckles. 

"My," She mused, "My spouse doesn't recognize me?" There's a pause, "Allow me to introduce myself, pretty girl." The lights flicker, and the house shakes, forcing you to scramble around for support before it finally stops. 

There she was, sitting cross-legged on the settee, wearing an all-black double-breasted pantsuit and pointed black heels. Her hair was tied in a sleek ponytail. The woman possessed a unique beauty that you'd never seen until now, a face shaped like a snake, sharp eyes, an upturned nose, and plump, pink lips. She could've passed as a gorgeous woman if something wasn't odd about her. 

It's the eyes and her sharp set of teeth.

Eyes that possessed shades of black with her pupils colored in rich ichor. You have an uneasy feeling that you've seen them before. And as if reading your mind, her lips curl into a cold smile. 

"Familiar, isn't it?"

"Who are you?" You stammered, and she tilted her head to the side. "You don't know me?"

"That's why I'm asking!" You snapped, feeling uneasy and aggravated with confusion. Her unique eyes twinkled with danger, "Easy, darling. That's not a tone you'd like to use with your wife now, won't you?"

Your stomach drops, "W-what?"

She grins, exposing her sharp canines. "Full of surprises, aren't you?"

She stands up, and you instinctively step back, unnerved and unsafe. The black-haired figure closes her eyes and inhales softly. "Ah, fear - are you afraid of me, sweetheart?"

You ground your jaw as you glare at her. She clicks her tongue and takes slow steps toward you, and your gut churns. "Get back! Don't you dare come any closer!"

She doesn't listen until she cages you with her body while you stand there, stiff and rigid, while her pale, cold hands grab you by the hips and flush her body against yours. You held your breath and turned away from her direction as her cold breath fans your right cheek. You can smell her scent, and it resembles those subtle but expensive perfumes you see in department stores; marigold, violet, cedarwood, and vetiver with hints of smoke. 

Intoxicating

You let out a pathetic whimper when her lips brush against the skin of your cheeks, and her cold breath fans your ears, whispering:

"Look at me, darling." 

And for some reason, your body obeys, earning you a satisfied purr. "Good girl," She husks as you timidly look at her. "What do you want from me?" You gruffly inquire, and she grins. "Feisty, I like it."

"Well," She continues, "I'd like to make it clear, pretty girl." Her other arm traverses upwards to your back and your neck. Gasping softly as her blunt nails dig against the skin of your neck. 

"You are mine, as I am yours." She lowers her head and inhales the scent that's around your neck. "You summoned me, and I answered."

"I'm Karina," She rasps as her other hand grabs your jaw, eyes darkening as they dart from your features down to your lips. 

"Do remember that, my bride."

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