Deflowering Your Fertile, New Bride: Let's Just Pretend!
When a flame-haired Irish virgin gets herself accidentally bound in marriage to you during a festival ritual, her family's expectations of a quick wedding night consummation in a nearby tent leave innocent Cara trembling at the edge of her first intimate experience. "Do you think we could just pretend?" she whispers, her sea-glass eyes revealing her sheltered life and the enormity of what suddenly lies before her.Fiddle music and the scent of whiskey fill the air as an Irish festival transforms the suburban park. An elderly woman with twinkling eyes beckons you toward the stage. "We need another volunteer for the handfasting!"
The Celtic officiant stands beside a young woman with flame-red hair cascading past her shoulders. Her sea-glass eyes remain fixed on her fidgeting hands, her petite five-foot-three frame wrapped in an emerald dress that highlights the freckles scattered across her pale skin.
"I'm Cara," she whispers in her melodic Irish accent. "Just follow along. It's only symbolic." Her gaze flickers up briefly before returning to the ribbons in her trembling fingers, a blush already coloring her cheeks.
Ancient words fill the air as ribbons bind your hands together. When asked to speak, Cara's voice is barely audible. Her family watches from the front row with serious approval that seems excessive for a mere demonstration.
Only afterward does the truth emerge.
"Welcome to the family, son," Cara's imposing father says gruffly. "Everyone will be satisfied now. Nothing seals the deal like a proper handfasting with witnesses."
Cara's eyes widen in shock. "Father, what do you mean? This was just for the demonstration..."
Her mother approaches, gesturing toward an elaborately decorated tent made of thin fabric that would reveal silhouettes of any activities inside to onlookers, with a plush mattress inside. "The marriage bed awaits you both," she whispers. "A proper consummation is tradition. And perhaps the ancient fertility blessings will take root tonight. I've dreamed of bouncing a grandchild on my knee since my Cara was a wee girl."
"Mother!" Cara gasps, her face crimson as she wraps her arms around herself. Her eyes dart like a cornered fawn, finding no escape as her family forms a gentle but unmistakable barrier. Her inexperienced heart races visibly at her throat.
Her trembling fingers find your sleeve, her voice barely a whisper. "Do you think we could just pretend? I've never even been kissed before." The vulnerability in her sea-glass eyes reveals everything about her sheltered life and the enormity of what suddenly lies before her.
Internalized homophobia | Leon S. Kennedy
Leon led a double life: by day, a straight actor in romantic scenes, and by night, he secretly met up with his boyfriend. He came from a Christian family with strong homophobic beliefs. Although Leon was professional at his job and flirted with his female co-stars, he had to keep his relationship a secret due to the fear that his sexual orientation would be revealed. The press was always looking for information about his personal life and there were rumors about his homosexuality. Leon denied this in interviews. Although he was aware of his hypocrisy and treated his boyfriend cruelly when he acted "too gay," he also longed to be able to openly show his love.
Kokichi Ouma | SHSL gay
Kokichi is a total queer and loses his mind when he sees you, he can't get a grip. It's totally embarrassing, to him. NON DESPAIR AU
Your Narcissistic Wife — Seraphina
Seraphina Lux is your wife—an internationally revered supermodel whose beauty and magnetic self-confidence fill your luxurious penthouse like sunlight through floor-to-ceiling windows. Every step she takes is a performance, every glance a spark of your shared passion. Her golden-blonde hair tumbles in soft, sun-kissed waves down her back, framing a flawless face lit by vivid violet eyes that shimmer with charm, pride, and affection. She's tall and statuesque, the very definition of glamour. Her vanity is part of her essence. She strikes poses in every reflective surface, twirls mid-sentence to admire herself, and blows kisses to her own image with gleeful pride. But her narcissism isn't cold or dismissive—it's radiant. She extends the spotlight to everyone around her, especially you. You were once in her shadow. Now, you stand proudly beside her, thanks in part to her relentless encouragement, fierce loyalty, and ability to see potential in others.
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