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cannonsoupforthesoul · 6 months

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Sing For Me Lovely

By Cannonsoupforthesoul

This is my first time ever posting my own work, it’s 100% brainrot smut. These characters are mine and have no relation whatsoever to any other character or person living or dead 🩷🖤 I do not own the graphic art you see below, if you are the owner and would like it taken down please send me a dm🩷🖤

Content Warnings: TW-NonCon, TW- Kidnapping,TW- Dubcon, TW- Bondage, Oral (f receiving), Fingering, D/S vibes, Yandere vibes, Obsession, Cuss Words Are Used, Masochist Vibes, Blood/Minor Gore(?)

Word Count - 1678

Copyright @Cannonsoupforthesoul aka me, Aava 2023. Any illegal reproduction of this content will result in immediate legal action.

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Her toes twitched and flexed, legs flung over his shoulders with his broad hands shackled around her thighs. She couldn’t bear to look down and see his dark eyes peering up at her, never once stopping his pointed assault on her pussy.

He’d taken her somewhere, but there were no clues in the dimly lit room. The dark oppressive curtains were drawn shut and the bay window was too far away from the bed. Of course, that was ignoring the fact that she was handcuffed to the headboard. But thinking about that was too stressful, too frightening.

Books lined the exposed brick wall in towering bookshelves amidst gothic art and mirrors on the wall opposite her, a velvet jade loveseat sat in front of the window. There was even a dark wood coffee table, a tv, and a giant black and white photo was hung above the bed.

A studio apartment, or a large bedroom?

Did it even matter?

Iris felt her eyes roll back when her captor laid a particularly rough swipe of his tongue on her pearl, the beads of his tongue piercing pressed against the sensitive bundle of nerves before he sucked the throbbing organ into his mouth. It felt like his was trying to devour her, the sounds of his appreciative groans sang in her ears to the soundtrack of her handcuff chains clanging with her struggling. Tears dripped a path to her hairline as she bit her lip, breaths heavy but desperate to hold in her own sounds of pleasure.

He paused his ministrations, finally relaxing his bruising grip on her meaty thighs and rose from his crouch with a delirious smirk and heart eyes.

“Don’t cry, pretty baby. I’m just gonna make you feel good. The best you’ve ever felt. Think of it as a welcome home, yeah?” He leaned over her, balancing his weight on one hand, shirtless and incredibly broad. His size was simply terrifying; in all her life she’d never seen a man whose presence alone was so daunting. He didn’t need to be so fucking huge as well, there was simply no chance of escaping such a monster. Not in her current predicament.

He swiped his thumb through the tracks of her tears and paused before rubbing the salty taste against her full lips as his eyes lost focus again.

“You’re so goddamn pretty,” he murmured dazedly. “Like a fairy.” His thumb paused its stroke across her bottom lip and he groaned deeply before thrusting it into her mouth, pressing it against her tongue as he panted.

She’d been on the verge of pissing herself in fear since the moment he’d appeared like a shadow in that alley, and there was no telling what he would do with her once he got tired of playing with her body, but that was the moment she snapped. Iris bit down savagely, and didn’t stop even when blood began to gush from the wound she’d created. Mouth bloody, she glared at him fiercely while waiting for him to retaliate.

He did not.

His eyes fluttered shut and he moaned, pressing his hips flush against hers with a roll; that creepy adoring smirk ever present. “Maybe more like a wild cat than a fairy, but what do I know?” He gripped her jaw firmly, just enough to extricate his thumb before she bit it off entirely. “Maybe you’re a goddess in human flesh? Let me worship you.”

Iris trembled while he slithered down her body, leaving hot wet kisses against the tops of her breasts, then more and more on her soft belly as he went until he’d settled between her thighs again.

“I understand why you’re fighting me; you’re afraid. It makes sense, but I would never hurt you. I’d rather slit my own throat. You’re safe with me, I swear on my mother’s grave.”

“Then let me go,” she finally broke her stubborn silence. “Please, please just let me go!”

He grinned wide, revealing longer than average incisors and a scar at the left corner of his mouth that stretched a bit with the movement . His black hair was tied back in a bun at the nape of his of his neck, errant strands clung to his face where her slick had been plastered to his dimpled cheeks during his meal. He was of Asian descent, a veritable giant and built like an athlete. She wouldn’t admit it either, but he was one of the most attractive men she’d ever seen. Covered in tattoos and piercings and somehow, by some cruel twist of fate, exactly her type.

He held her gaze captive as he lifted her legs and placed her thighs on his shoulders, forcing her to rest her shoulders on the bed while he supported the rest of her weight with his hands holding her hips up to his watering mouth while he sat up with his legs folded.

“W-wait!” She stammered desperately through a flood of more tears. “You didn’t even tell-tell me your name you bastard.”

He just chuckled distractedly, cheeks flushed red with excitement. “It’s Shota honey. Remember to sing it real loud for me, yeah?”

With that he went back to work, savoring every inch of her sex. The sounds he made were animalistic, licking at her hole until he could fuck it with his tongue, until her wetness poured freely. She squirmed but there was nowhere to go. Her breath came in quick pants, already over sensitive from from the hour he’d already spent eating her pussy. Breathless whimpers broke free despite her efforts to stay silence once more.

Shota had doubled his efforts, as if his meal might be snatched away from him any minute and made Iris shriek when he began supporting her hips with one arm while his other hand slid toward her beckoning heat. He released his suction on her clit with a pop to the enrapturing chorus of her first clear resounding moans and French kissed her cunt lips with a gleeful smile.

“That’s it lovely, just let me see you feeling good. Can you do that for me? You look so beautiful like this, fucking hell. What about this, how’s that?” He murmured against the flesh of her thigh, and sucked the flesh into his mouth hard while he slid his forefinger into the furnace between her thighs with a groan of his own.

Iris shook against the bed, her feet kicking at the sudden sensation and fluttered again when his thumb rolled over her clit. It was too good, so much better than all the times she’d ever touched herself. Her fingers were never long enough, and silicone was really just plastic, she’d never quite figured out how to use them to their full potential and didn’t bother trying when her hands did the job just fine. He was the real thing, and there was no ignoring that.

“You can take another,” the pussy drunk giant grunted as he replaced his thumb with his tongue and thrust two fingers in oh so slowly. He shuddered as his fingers traversed her silky heat, scissoring his fingers while still ministering to her clit and labia with his desperate seeking mouth.

Iris twitched and whimpered at the onslaught of intense pleasure. She couldn’t think anymore, there was no escaping this moment and she had no choice but to resign her self to be pleasured until she was a mindless quivering puddle.

Time seemed to stop for a moment when Shota’s knuckles hit a small spongey bean in his path within her creamy walls. A wicked cackle immediately bellowed out of him, and with a sinister grin he returned with three fingers. Thrusting fast and deep, angling towards her g-spot.

“Sh-shot-ta! Shota, Shota!” She chanted his name, not even noticing when he lowered her body back onto the bed since he never stopped fucking his fingers into her. The squelch of her slick as it dripped down his hand to his forearm was like the melody in the background of her beautiful voice as she moaned.

“Sing for me honey, you sound so fucking good. Let me hear you.”

Her eyes had closed in their own at some point, but they flew open when a hot mouth latched onto her left nipple. He’d pushed her right thigh up to meet her chest, one big hand holding it up while he rested his weight on his other elbow to give him access to her bare chest.

Kidnapping her had taken months of planning and waiting, but the moment he had her in this room he hadn’t been able to wait before cutting through her clothes and feasting on her gorgeous breasts. She’d woken up after he’d spent the better part of two hours suckling and biting at her chest by that time he’d moved on to her lower half, but her nipples were still sore and hyper sensitive.

Shota ground his hips against the bed, sucking harder, groaning at the taste of her skin and the feeling of her hole fluttering erratically around his thrusting fingers.

The burning coil in Iris’s belly had wound tight as he worked her closer and closer to her orgasm, it felt like anything at all would set her off. Every thrust of his fingers fanned the flames of her approaching climax, and just when she began to grow impatient Shota pressed down hard on her clit and bit down on her nipple, hard.

Iris squirted with a scream, eyes rolling blindly while she babbled incoherently, “Shhh- sshhho- shhhhh…” Her feet kicked wildly when he dropped back between her thighs once more to taste the fountain of her juices, it didn’t stop as he lapped at her tender sex, or when he suddenly nipped her clit. She kept cumming as he continued the onslaught of pleasure, fingering her while he drank her nectar even when she stopped cumming and until she did twice more.

Iris didn’t move again for a long time after that. She would wake up clean and dressed and disoriented in a button down that dwarfed her smaller frame, Shota’s giant body curled around her like ivy while he watched her with heart eyes and his familiar dazed smile.

Fin.

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nyrasproblm · 28 days

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im obsessed with princess irulan and her lady in waiting 😭😭 how bout one where paul argues with irulan about that “affair” as if he’s not doing the same thing with chani 🤡

Hey, hope you like 🤍

You are my wife

dark!Paul Atreides x Irulan Corrino (mentions of Irulan x reader)

note: This story takes place in the same setting as Your Highness, the princess.

Word Count: 0,6K

Warning: kinda angst, possessive behavior, mentions of infidelity.

"Do you take pleasure in publicly embarrassing me?" he asked, staring at Irulan without blinking.

"I'm afraid I don't understand, your majesty." she replied politely.

Paul took a deep breath and ran a hand over his face, leaned over the work table and then faced her again.

"The news reaches me quickly, you should know by now. I was informed about you and your... concubine." he spat out the word in disgust as he frowned slightly.

"She is not my concubine, she is my lady-in-waiting, and I had already informed you about her." Irulan replied serenely.

She folded her hands in front of her, feeling the soft fabric of the gray dress she was wearing. She held back a sigh of discontent, she had gotten ready and put on such a beautiful dress to spend the afternoon with you but she was stuck in this useless argument with her husband.

"Your lady-in-waiting? Tell me then, should a lady-in-waiting come to your chambers after dinner time and leave there almost in the morning?" he asked, his tone becoming huskier with each word.

"I didn't know I was being watched at that point."

"You should already know. My men don't trust you given the history of what your father did to my family." he replied without changing his expression.

"You said it correctly, it was my father's actions, not mine. From the beginning of our union I have given no reason to be taken as a conspirator. And my personal matters should not be exposed like this." she replied while maintaining stoic features. "After all, you have Chani, don't you?"

"Don't say her name." he growled.

Irulan sighed and slightly bowed her head to the side.

"You can't think it's bad if I have a, as you say, a concubine. You have one too." she answered.

"These are different circumstances, our situations don't compare." he replied.

"Why don't they compare? Don't I have the right to do what I want like you do?"

"I was forced to be in this union with you, so at least I can be with the woman I truly love in some way." he said coldly.

Irulan swallowed hard, she was constantly reminded of how unwanted she was in that place.

"I say the same thing to you, husband." she replied, chin lifted.

Paul frowned and she saw his expression falter quickly.

"Do you love her?" he asked, his tone low now.

"Yes."

"In everyone's eyes you should be all mine." he replied. "Only mine."

Irulan remained staring at him stoically for a few minutes. She didn't understand the reason for this conversation, after all, didn't he also have a concubine? She even felt bad calling you that, you were more than that.

"Well, if that's all, I'll take my leave, Your Majesty." she bowed slightly and turned to leave.

Paul got up from his chair and quickly walked around the table, approached Irulan and grabbed the princess's elbow, making her turn towards him.

"You are my wife, don't forget that." he pulled her gently against him. "Don't forget who you belong to, no matter whose arms you are in."

Irulan swallowed and looked into her husband's strong blue eyes.

"At the end of it all, you will still be mine." he continued, using one of his hands to hold his wife's waist.

She tilted her face slightly toward him and closed her eyes.

"Will I be?” she whispered.

"Yes." he replied, also leaning into her touch. "We come together to govern together, and we will stand together."

Paul brushed his lips against hers but she pulled away abruptly.

"So it will be." she replied and this time managed to leave the room.

Paul took a deep breath and sat back down, then sent someone to call Stilgar. When the older man entered the room, the new emperor spoke:

"Gurney, make sure you keep me informed of everything my wife does.” he gripped the arm of the chair tightly. "Everything."

#writing #writers on tumblr #dune fanfiction #paul atreides #paul muad'dib #emperor paul atreides #princess irulan corrino #irulan corrino x reader #paul x irulan #paul atreides x irulan corrino #dark!

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barnes-n-nobles · 2 years

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Green Thoughts (DARK! BUCKY)

Request: Can you make a dark! Bucky but in the 40s. After the war he meets reader and becomes obsessed with her. If you could put some housewife kink it would be great.

YES!! We love this!! Something’s might be off relating to the 1940s but we’re gonna pretend that it functioned and existed in that time lol

Thank you for your request! Please reblog, like, and let me know what you think!

Warnings: noncon smut, mentally unstable Bucky, possessive, toxic, obsessive behavior, stalker, incredibly jealous, semi public sex, knife play, a sprinkle of Daddy/kitten dynamic

18+ !!!! If you “keep reading” you are acknowledging that you are 18+ and that you have read the warnings.

Please Do not translate, no permission to repost any of my writing on any other platform, and do not copy this and claim it as your own.

Bucky was finally back home in Brooklyn after the war, oh how he missed seeing the morning adorn this beloved borough. Heading up to his old home he watched as everyone was rushing to get to their jobs and or schools. When he finally arrived he entered, dropped his things and going straight to the shower. During that time he wondered what it would be like to come home to a pretty little wife, a partner to share this space with, someone to have all three meals a day with, a companion for the rest of his life. He would have fun with women here and there but he never felt the need to settle down with them. He never felt the presence of the one.

As he tossed and turned in bed, he got irritated and decided to go down to the local laundromat since his washer was broken. At least he could try to be somewhat productive. As he gathered his things, his mind wandered to what would be his future wife. She would do this for him, she would iron his clothes, fold them nice and neat. Treat him like a king, love him unconditionally as the perfect wedding ring sat in her left hand. He promised to god how he would love her for everything and anything that she did for him. He was already falling in love with his future wife without even meeting her. Talk about down bad.

Walking in he went to the furthest washer and started shoving his clothes in, dropping the detergents inside. Bucky sat down and started to read the newspaper as the machine started, reading mindlessly before you walked in. The door bell rang, making him lower his paper, and there you were, humming and singing a song that had been stuck in your head since you heard it.

https://open.spotify.com/track/3Ne18erT7yUpOaxjnVgmty?si=6c14f891fc5f499e

“You'd be so nice, you'd be paradise

To come home to and love”

Bucky instantly recognized the song, it was called You’d be so nice to come home to by Vera Lynn.

Bucky instantly recognized you. You were the daughter of the local baker. He always had a little crush on you but he didn’t even make a move since he knew he was going into the military. But when he laid his eyes on you again, his heart fluttered, the perfect song for the perfect moment. He stood there, watching your beautiful figure pass by him with out noticing him. It was like a movie, your beauty was unlike anything he’d ever seen. You were so different, so graceful, perfect, just how he wanted. As you continued your own thing, you reached into your bag for the detergents, but upon looking further, you totally forgot to bring it. “Oh no” you muttered closing your eyes and touching your forehead. You had came all this way and now you had to go all the way back. Bucky knew that tone all too well, so he decided to approach you, “Excuse me dear I-”

“oh thank God! I thought I was doomed. Would you happen to have some extra detergent Sir?” You giggled, “I’m ashamed to say that I forgot my own back home!” You interrupted, gently placing your hand on his arm.

Bucky couldn’t help but smile and even chuckle at your silliness. You were outgoing and not very polite but at the same time you were, it was intriguing. “Actually I do, here, take the rest” he handed you the little bottle while you beamed in gratitude, “Thank you so much! You really saved me today. Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t even catch your name?” you asked pouring through the contents into your load. “James” he responded, his smile unable to subside. When you looked up at him, you started to really pay attention to his features. He seemed so familiar. He had the most beautiful eyes, a perfect face and a bright white smile, broad shoulders, his hair nice and well kept. He just exhumed confidence, which made him that much more attractive. He extended his hand out, your own mirroring his to shake it, “Y/n, a pleasure to meet you James” you added, making him smile as he brought up your hand to his lips, kissing it lightly, “Pleasures all mine, Doll” he murmured, not breaking eye contact from the moment he placed his lips on you to the moment that he straightened up.

“You can actually call me Bucky too if you’d like. My full name is James Buchanan Barnes but my close friends call me Bucky” he added, his hand still holding your own. It was rare when you felt nervous but for some reason he made you feel that way. Your eyes darted to another place, and you stepped in that direction to avoid his lingering gaze, “Bucky…hmm that sounds so familiar..wait aren’t you THE Bucky that would come into my dads bakery all the time?? Oh my gosh!!! Are you also the Bucky that fought alongside captain America?!” your tone heightening. James turned around to make sure that no one’s was nearby before answering, he didn’t want the extra attention, “Yeah I am, but if you don’t mind keeping that last part between you and me that would be amazing. As ironic as this sounds I like to be treated normally, without the fame and such” he answered, leaning against a folding counter. The way his big arms flexed was mesmerizing, you wondered how they would feel around you. Gosh snap out of it! This was not the time nor place. Not to mention it was incredibly inappropriate on your part.

He noticed that your eyes lingered over his arms, making him flex them a bit. God you really had no shame. “Dont worry your secret is safe with me but it’s so good to see you again Buck” You added giving him a nice big hug, but after you did it, your smile started to fade as you remembered why you couldn’t even dream to be this close to him.

Bucky noticed your change in body language, taking into account that your smile was no longer adorning your face, “Are you alright? Kinda lookin’ a little green around the gills there, Doll” he asked in confusion. “Yeah I’m totally fine, don’t worry” you replied placing your hand on his arm again, dragging it down quickly before you went to check on your clothes again. You had always been a touchy person so you didn’t even notice you were doing it but Bucky did. He was yearning for you to touch him again.

When he followed you, he noticed that you had a ring on. He froze, he didn’t want to be rude but it couldn’t hurt to ask, “That’s a nice ring…are you married?” He asked eyeing the ring with a hint of disgust. You weakly smiled looking at it, inspecting it before you spoke, you too looking at it with annoyance, “Not yet. It’s just a promise ring”

“Just a promise ring? Most ladies would be ecstatic about that” he assumed

You hummed, turning it around hiding the gem so it just looked like a plain silver ring, “My parents want me to marry him but he’s too…I’m sorry I shouldn’t even be venting about this to a total stranger” you sighed.

Bucky was desperate to hear more. He wanted to know what was wrong so that he could be there for you, comfort you, support you. He would settle for a friendship.

“Im not a stranger, remember? And besides It’s good to vent. I wouldn’t be able to tell anyone even if I wanted to, I have no true friends here. Your secrets are safe with me too” he winked making you giggle nervously.

“I appreciate it, but I really shouldn’t. He is to be my husband soon so there’s no point in complaining about it. It is what it is” you replied.

Bucky felt bold. Maybe it was his desperation and anger but he got closer to you nonetheless. Your feet stepped back until your waist hit a counter, “why don’t we get a cup of coffee together…it’ll help you feel more comfortable” his voice was low, soft, and so deep. He caged you in with his arms, his warm breath fanning over your face. He smelled so good, his cologne was sure to stay with you for the rest of the day. “J-James I-” you Stammered, but before you could say anything else he stepped away from you, his warmth no longer close to you. Why did you miss it already?

“Dont be nervous y/n, I won’t bite. We’re old friends, right? I got some things of my own that I would like to share with you so why don’t we go to the coffee shop that’s down the street.” He suggested with a smile.

“I don’t want to sound rude but….if anyone sees me with you, I could be in big trouble. I’m technically already promis-”

“But you’re not married” he cut you off, sounding a little irritated. He cleared his throat before continuing.

“This, my dear, is JUST a promise ring” he whispered taking your hand in his, slowly twisting the ring, “a promise that is only 50% likely to happen. You already don’t want to be with him, so…” he continued holding the ring and sliding it off your finger. You quickly retracted your hand, “Shush don’t say that! This isn’t right James, how would you feel if I was your wife and some other guy was trying to do the same thing you’re doing now” you exclaimed, poking his chest as the last 5 words escaped your lips.

He quickly turned you around, pressing his body against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist, forcing a chill down your back. His lips ghosted over your ear, his delightful scent embracing you again, “for one I wouldn’t give you a silly little promise ring, I would marry you immediately. Two, I wouldn’t let you go anywhere alone, these are dangerous times, Doll. If you were mine, I’d keep you nice and hidden for only my eyes to enjoy, so don’t ever ask me a such a ridiculous question like that”. Every single word went straight down to your pussy, his dominance was enticing, for a split second you wanted to risk it all for this man, but you had to remind yourself that this was wrong. Bucky was so forward, confident, attractive, and, your most favorite part, was that he exuded dominance.

Your promised man was Jarred. He was the complete opposite, he did not stir these emotions in you, he was no match for Bucky.

“Are you still with me?” He asked letting you go, “I want to hear what’s going through your head” he smirked. Fuck. Him. He is mesmerizing.

You looked down at your hand, noticing that the ring was gone, your eyes darted to the floor, scanning it quickly. Bucky raised his hand, showing you the ring, “It’s right here…but I won’t give it to you.”

You scrunched your eyebrows, “that’s enough James, I’d like my ring back”

“Go out with me first”

Your eyes widened, “are you crazy! I just told you that I’m-” Bucky cut you off by kissing you. His hand went up to your face, holding you in place as he moved his lips on yours. Your body was betraying you. Your lips melted right into his, going along with him and moving in sync. Before Bucky went any further, he broke the kiss, looking at you through half lidded eyes, “Now you HAVE to go out with me…or I’ll tell everyone what happened here” he threatened. You thought he was being funny so you chuckled, but he was dead serious.

“You’re so Crazy” you laughed but his serious manner didn’t falter, “I’ll go pick you up tomorrow night at 5pm”

“Bucky you’re insane! My parents would never let me go”

“Trust me they will. Be ready Doll, I don’t like to wait” he said before giving you a quick peck to the lips. “Oh and make sure to tell your parents about me today. It’s going to be a great help for tomorrow”

~Later that day-

When you got home from your errands you saw your family sitting on the couch looking a little out of sorts. They seemed almost sad. “Y/n, darling. Come sit, we need to talk”. Your heart started to race. Did Bucky say something already? That wasn’t right he said he wouldn’t unless you went out with him.

“What’s the matter?“ you asked nervously, crossing your arms, hiding your left hand that was missing the ring.

“We’ve got terrible news. Jarred…decided to pull out from the marriage agreement. He, um…He’s found someone else” your dad finished, looking at your mother who’s eyes were now filled with tears.

“O-oh..” you stuttered.

“But that’s no problem darling, we can find you someone else” he quickly added.

“Actually, I already knew that he was with someone else. I caught him a couple days ago” you lied, “S-so I went out to cry and stuff, and I ended up running into an old friend, do you guys remember Bucky? James Buchanan Barnes?” You asked carefully.

“James!! Of course we know him. He’s a national hero, is he back already? That’s great news, you hear that honey” your dad asked shaking your mom a bit, making her smile weakly.

“Yes, well he was actually comforting me and he’s also single so I figured we could go out and, get to know each other a little better” you suggested making your parents visibly happy.

“Of course! We need to find you a great husband and I think he would be the most divine choice” you mom added. This was way too easy, there was no way that this JUST happened out of no where.

“I’m glad you two agree, because he will be here tomorrow at 5pm to take me out on a date” you quickly said, hoping to not arise suspicion. Your parent were already over the moon because you would be going out with a hero so they didn’t really care much. All the really cared about was that you were married and out of the house so that you could start your own family.

As the night came to an end you got into bed and started to think about Bucky. The way he embraced you, the way he kissed you. He was intoxicating. You wondered what would have happened if you allowed him to touch you further. Would he have stopped, would he have continued. The feeling started to come back, you pressed your thighs together as you thought about him, but you wanted to feel some more, so you ran your hand down, touching yourself gently. You wondered how he would be in bed, would he be vanilla or rough. You hoped that he would be rough, feeling his strong hands grip you, his arms wrapping over your body as you moan in pleasure, “Mm Jamess” you softly groaned as you rubbed your clit faster.

You wondered if he would like the way that you moaned his name, would he moan yours too? You started to imagine his voice, telling you all the dirty things that he was going to do to you. Your imagination was going wild. But the only person who was actually going wild was Bucky, who was watching you from your window. He had just come to make sure you made it safely but then he decided to stay a little longer and just watch you from afar. Your bedroom was facing the backyard so no one was able to watch you like this but him. As soon as you started he decided to pull his dick out and join you. His thick cock was throbbing in his hands, seeing you do such a dirty thing made him want to break into your house and fuck you then and there. The more he thought about it, the more inclined he was to do it. Before he could cum, he let go of himself, grunting as his body tried to get him to release but he wouldn’t allow it. He wanted to see you, to touch you. There was no way you would say no, after all, you were so easily manipulated.

He tapped on your window slightly, at first you thought it was a bird but the tapping got more incessant. You turned your head and saw a figure in the window. You quickly got up, heading toward the window to see the person you were just fantasizing about. “Bucky?!” You whispered quickly opening the window. “What? What are you doing here?” You whispered/ yelled.

“Came to check on my Doll, may I come in?” He asked. You nodded and stepped aside to let him in. Making sure that your door was locked, you turned off your lights to fake that you were asleep. “Are you going to say hello?” He asked smiling as he stepped closer to you, but you took a step back subconsciously. “Wait! I’m kind of freaked out that you’re here right now” you exclaimed, making him roll his eyes and grab you before you could step further away from him. “Just shut up and kiss me” he whispered, pulling you more into him by your waist. You pressed your lips to him, making him moan in satisfaction, his hips jerked towards you making you feel his hardness.

Bucky wanted to deepen the kiss but you turned your face, “James, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy you’re here but can I ask you why?”.

He groaned in annoyance, “why can we talk about this later” he whispered not letting you go as he walked toward the bed, sitting down and making you go over his lap, your legs on either side of him. As he kissed your neck, you couldn’t help but moan, the strange feeling causing electrifying shocks to go through your body. “James~” you mewled as he grabbed your hair, pulling it down to have better access to your neck. “That’s right Doll, tell me who’s making you feel this good” he whispered running his hand down to your clothed clit. When he started to run you, he noticed that you were already wet, probably from the previous time that you were touching yourself. “I saw you touching yourself, my dirty little Doll. Can you tell me what you were thinking about”. His whispers were so mesmerizing, his deep low voice made you get shivers, you just wanted to hear it forever.

Your mind was debating wether or not to tell him. It was embarrassing but you also wanted to do whatever he said, “ When a Sargent speaks to you’re obligated to answer” he growled, flipping you over and slamming you down onto the mattress, “Must I teach you some manners, Doll?” he said grabbing your neck, squeezing it tightly.

“I’m-Mm- S-sorry” you choked out, making him smile before he let you go. “Answer me” he referred to his first question.

“You…I was thinking about you” you lowly confessed as you avoided his eyes. You could see his silver dog tag necklace around him, his collarbone poking out as he swallowed, his lips turning into a smirk. He was so erotic, and your body kept screaming for him. “Tell me more” he ordered, his eyes wanting to capture yours, but your submissiveness wouldn’t let you. He grabbed your cheeks and lifted your face up to him, “Look at me while I’m talking to you” he demanded, your eyes meeting his icy ones. So dominant, so masculine, so sexy. “I’m sorry Sargent Barnes” you sarcastically said but it made Buckys dick twitch in excitement. “I was just thinking about you, and how good it would feel to get intimate with you” finally answering the question that he so desperately needed.

“Really? And tell me how did you imagine me having you? Gentle, nice, soft, or rough, hard, and vile.” he cooed, slowly undressing himself. Panicking, you grabbed his hands stopping him, “wait! now?” you asked in agitation due to your parents being two doors down. He chuckled before he continued, moving onto your clothes next. “Dont worry baby, ill make you feel good” he whispered. His beautiful hands roamed over your body, slipping the shirt off, his hands going from your breast down to your side before landing at your hips where he slid your panties down.

“I dont even know you like that Bucky, were not even dating” you added as you grabbed the blanket and covered yourself. He hung his head low, slowly shaking it from side to side. He gripped the blanket and ripped it off you, making you gasp. “But we will be tomorrow. You know you want this, and im dying to be inside you” he desperately confessed, getting in between your legs, his body pinning yours down as his lips touched yours. As he was making out with you, he kept thrusting his hips into you, his dick leaking precum, smearing it all over your clit as his tip rubbed past you over and over again. “Bucky, mmm stop” you moaned, your mind telling you no but your body reacting the complete.

“dont ask me to stop, instead, tell me you dont want it” he groaned, slipping his dick inside your wet cunt.

“AAH~” you moaned, but his hand flew up to your mouth, covering it to muffle your sounds. “as much as i want to hear how feral you're going with my dick inside you, you have to stay quiet babydoll. We dont want your parents to know that their good little girl has let in a complete stranger through the window and is getting pumped full of cock, now do we?” he chuckled darkly as you kept moaning into his hand. This was so wrong but it felt so good. He had such a way with words and it made your pussy yearn for him even more”

Bucky nuzzled his face in the nape of your neck, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, you were gripping him so tight. Your legs wrapped around his wait made it easier for him to reach further inside you, biting your neck in order to suppress his moans, instead he just growled and panted against you.

*knock knock*

Both of you froze, his hips halting his erratic movement.

“y/n, are you okay?” your mom called out, as she tried to twist the door knob.

“yes mother im fine! Dont open the door, im in my undergarments.” you exclaimed making Bucky smirk. He slowly stared to pump into you again, your mouth flying up tp cover your mouth.

“okay...are you sure youre okay? I heard you yell” she pressed.

Bucky started to fuck into you harder, “answer” he ordered, pulling your hands away, pinning them to the side of your head.

“I-Im okay!! I tripped” you choked out, arching your back into him.

“Okay...im going back to bed” she added before walking away.

Bucky darkly chuckled before pinning your hands above your head, absolutely destroying your pussy now. He had to keep you quiet so he kissed you, taking and swallowing all the noise you were making. This silently pained him. He wanted to hear you loud and clear, moaning out his name as you were getting fucked by him. He could feel himself get close, but he wouldn't even think about cumming before you. “you feel so good, Doll. I cant wait to hear you scream out my name while I give you the best fucking of your life” he whispered kissing your ear. This just boosted the sensation of pleasure, making you whine in response.

“You belong to me y/n...tell me youre mine” he ordered, hitting your g spot now, “Mmm Buckyyy...im y-yours..you own me” you obeyed. His smiled got wider, revealing his pearly whites as he kept kissing down your neck. “Thats right princess...you belong to me now” he growled, making you go over the edge. You started to shake as your orgasm spread through your body. Your back arched, and your moans started spilling out, his hand flying to your mouth to cover it.

Hearing you all muffled with your wall clenching around him, made him spill into you. His deep grunts, ringed in your ear, he too trying to keep quiet as he coated your insides with his hot cum. He stuck to you for a minute, waiting until he was sure that every last drop was inside you. A few seconds passed and he pulled out, laying next to you. He turned and gave you a kiss, before grabbing your body and spooning it, his big arms wrapping around you like a bear.

“Can I be honest?” he asked breaking the silence.

“sure”

“Im in love with you”

You froze, turning your head towards him, only able to see him through your peripheral vision, “How can you say that James, you dont even know me”

“I do know you. Ive been knowing you, we just havent had the chance to-”

“have sex?” you interrupted, sounding a little irritated.

“Look you're a handsome man, and I probably would have let you had sex with me if you just asked. Given the fact that I wasn't with Jarred of course” you explained. Buckys hands clenched into a fist, quickly straightening up looking at you fully.

“Is that what you think? that im just trying to have sex with you? You can get that bullshit out of your head right now, because I want you as my wife for the rest of my life. I know how you are and Ive always loved your personality. When I saw you again, it was like god came down and pointed directly at you and said, “shes the one” I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.” he added.

“yeah but-” he silenced you by covering your mouth with his hand, “Im not going to let you go, so just drop it”

“do you know how insane it is to get married to someone you dont even know. Bucky we havent even been on a date how do we know were compatible” you added. Bucky was now livid, he couldnt believe how you could talk to him this way.

“Youre such a hypocrite, you were willingly going to marry that bastard just because mommy and daddy wanted you to. Youre going to marry me and thats final. Do I have to take you away from them to do it? Because I will if I have to” he warned, his anger skyrocketing.

Your mouth was wide open, did he really just threaten to kidnap you? There was absolutely no way. All you could do was chuckle in nervousness.

“Youre insane”

He quirked his head and shoulder to the side, letting out a breathy laugh, “just a little, but I did mean every word I said. Im also not fond of sharing, so dont speak to any other males unless im around. I try to not be a violent person but when I get mad, I turn into a monster. Please dont make me do something Ill regret.” he smirked giving you a quick peck to the lips before laying down again and cuddling you.

“Yes, Sargent” you answered thinking his jealousy was cute, but you didn't even consider that he truly meant every.single.word.

~~~Little over a month later~~~

When your parents met him, they were mesmerized. He said every single thing they wanted to hear and they ere automatically won over because he was a war hero. When he asked for you hand in marriage, your parents were surprised but ecstatic nonetheless. Their daughter would finally be on her own and living her best life as the perfect housewife. Bucky always knew that you were raised to be the best wife, your mother took care of that very early on. It made sense to choose you, you were what he’d always wanted, not to mention your beauty was ethereal. The wedding was very simple and only close family members were invited. He dressed up in his uniform and you wore a beautiful white dress that your mom gifted you. Everything was perfect, your heart was filled with love and you thanked yourself for giving into him and giving him a chance. He had a home of his own so you moved in with him, filling each and every role that a housewife could.

Bucky had never been happier, he loved you so much. The way you cooked for him, the way you two made love, the way you took care of everything pertaining to the house was marvelous. When he got home from work you'd be waiting for him, all dolled up and with dinner hot and ready on the table. Everything was just perfect. The only thing that haunted him was that you would leave him for another man. He was always protective over you and whenever he got jealous and you started to point it out, he would shut you up by being sexual towards you. That was your weakness, and he used that to his advantage every single time until you either dropped it or forgot about it.

Today was going to be a busy day as you were preparing a get together to celebrate his promotion at work. The whole house was clean but you need to go to the store to get some last ingredients for his favorite dessert. Bucky told you that he didnt want you to go out alone, but you decided to break this rule just this once to do something nice for him. The store was only a short 15 minute walk from the house so you grabbed your things and left. As you got closer to the store, you kept feeling a pair of eyes following you, so you occasionally turned but there was no one there. Maybe it was just your nerves, after all you were breaking one of his rules.

When you got inside, you started to grab your things, walking around the isles a little more, liking this freedom of not having to rush because Bucky wanted to get home. As you finished up, you got in line, waiting for your turn. The feel was back, so you turned your head around, only to be met with Jarred. You had to do a double take, you two never even got the chance to talk about anything.

“y/n! Hello, nice to see you again” he sad softly clearing his throat as he scoped out the area, making sure he wasnt near. Your eyes widened, not sure what to say. You got mixed emotions. It was nice to see him but you felt guilty for some reason, which was bizarre since he was the one that dumped you with a note.

“Jarred...hi” you replied, looking around yourself. You didnt want to be seen talking to him by anyone you knew. “I dont want to waste your time with small talk, but I really need to talk to you”

“why would we need to talk? Theres nothing to talk about” you said a little too fast.

“Its about James. He...he’s not a good person. He made me do things and..just please leave him. You dont know what he’s capable of”

You narrowed your eyes in confusion shaking your head, “what are you talking about”

“I dont have much time, just please...meet me at the school thats by your parents house. We can talk about everything there, let say around noon tomorrow? He’ll be at work right?”

“Jarred are you okay? Im married now, I cant be talking to you. Theres nothing that you can say that will interest me” you spat.

“Im begging you y/n, he beat me to the ground and threatened to kill me and my entire family if I didnt leave you. Just listen to me, please. He is dangerous. Ill see you there tomorrow” he whispered walking away from you.

The words kept replaying in your head, he threatened to kill me and my entire family if I didnt leave you.

This had to be some sick joke. There was no way that a Sargent would do that to a person. But Jarred did look pretty bruised up still, and it was super weird how fast Jarred dumped you. When you got home, you could see that his car was parked in the driveway, your heart beating faster at the thought of having to see him.

Your hands were shaking a bit as you put the key into the lock, but the door swung open revealing your handsome husband. He smiled warmly at you, “where were you Doll, I got worried there for a second” his beautiful smile adorned his face, his white teeth shining as his eyes stared deep into your own. Oh thank god he wasnt mad.

He stepped to the side to let you in, “im sorry honey, I went to the store to get some things that I needed. I was planning a surprise dinner for you but I had no idea you would be here now” you said, going to the kitchen and setting your bag down.

Bucky closed the door and locked it, “yeah I got off early today, im sorry about your surprise” he muttered walking towards you.

“Wheres my kiss” he asked impatiently, giving you a back hug. Your eyes widened, “Im sorry my love, Im just all over the place” you confessed turning around and giving him a big hug paired with a big kiss.

He snaked his hands around you, clinging onto your waist. When you tried to turn, his arms held you in place, “Bucky I need to start making the dough for the pastries” you explained trying again to break from his arms.

“Why dont you tell me what you were doing at the store, Doll” he asked his smile slowly fading into a scowl.

Your eyes widened a bit, your breath catching in your throat, “w-what?” you asked confused, “how did-”

“I asked you a question”

“Bucky..I..I told you. To get some ingredients” you answered, cursing yourself for acting so abnormal.

His nose flared, “What else were you doing” he muttered through gritted teeth as his jaw clenched.

“Nothing, let me go, youre hurting me now” you said trying to push him away with your arms, causing him to hold on to you tighter.

“were you doing something you weren't supposed to? is my wife out there being a whore?” taking your hair into his fist.

You gasped, “Bucky please, stop” you whined, making him let you, your body crashing down onto the floor, you quickly backed up as he stepped closer to you. “You thought I wouldn't find out that you left the house with out me? Huh? Or that you were entertaining that pathetic excuse of a human Jarred. How fucking dare you disrespect me like that” he yelled grabbing you by your neck, pulling you up with ease. “all of a sudden you want to go back to him? Youre fucking delirious y/n, youre mine” he growled forcing himself on you. You tried to turn your head but he kept kissing you, “Youre a monster” you managed to blurt out, making him stop, “what?” he asked looking at you shocked.

“Jarred told me what you did to him. You're a monster! How could yo-” before you said anything else your head was turned to its side in a millisecond. Your cheek started to burn, the heat flowing in.

“Dont you ever take that tone with me again. Ive been nothing but good to you, provided for you, protected you”

“protected me? Youre keeping me prisoner here, I cant go anywhere with out you and its suffocating. All you do is think the worst of me when in reality you should be thinking about yourself. Youre an insecure sick fuck” you yelled, running past him to the door. When you turned the knob and open it, he slammed it shut. He grabbed you and forced you down to your knees, “if you really think im sick then let me show you exactly how truly sick I can be” he spat taking his dick out. He pulled your hair and pushed passed your lips, guiding you with his hands. Usually you take him little by little because of how big he is but today, he was shoving his dick so far down your throat that it made you choke and gag.

“Mhm thats right Doll, choke on my dick like the whore you are he hissed, bucking his hips towards your mouth, absolutely ruining your face. Your face makeup started to go everywhere, and your nice hair was now all over the place. “You cant escape me y/n...even if I let you run, ill always find you or you'll come right back to me like a kitten who is loyal to their master” he moaned before spilling his cum down your throat. He kept himself inside you, forcing you to swallow his seed. He laughed and pulled out, smearing his remains on your face.

He yanked you up by the neck, ripping your cute dress to shreds. “come here kitten, Daddy needs to teach you a lesson” he commanded. In the living room there was a great big window that faced the busy street, and when you put two and two together you started to fight him, “NO! NO PLEASE” you begged, your futile attempt to stop him made him chuckle. He pressed you onto the window, taking out his switchblade and pressing it to your neck. There was a little see through veil curtain that covered the window, so no one would be able to make out that he had a knife to your neck. “everyone knows where we live and who we are Doll, and everyone will know who you belong to” he threatened before he shoved his dick inside you, holding your arms behind your back while the other hand was pressing the blade into your soft skin. With your cries, you tried to mask your moans, grunting a little harder when his dick penetrated you deeper and deeper. “It angers me to think that anyone would ever touch you the way I do, but it brings me great peace knowing that that will never happen because if I cant have you, Doll.. then no one can” he warned, snapping his hips into you the blade pressing harder against you. Your moans started to spill out, your screams and cries pushing through the window. People could clearly see what was happening but you weren't able to see who was watching.

Many people were shocked to see such a vulgar scene but they kept it moving because it was Sargent Barnes and no one would ever think to bother Americas greatest hero. “Bucky...please, stop” you cried, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach. Your cheek was starting to hurt due to all the impact that it made onto the window. “Are you scared of me” he asked, dragging his blade from your neck down to your side. You didn't want to answer so he quickly drew his blade from your skin, lightly cutting you, making your scream/cry. “Are you scared of me, kitten?” he repeated, now dragging it down close to your clit. “Yes! YEs, I am” you cried, big tears falling from your eyes. “Good, you should be. I truly am a monster, so let this be the last time you test me. I would really hate to ruin that beautiful face of yours, but I will if I have to” he laughed dragging the knife from your clit up to your face, “Now let me hear you say it, who do you belong to”

“I belong to you, Sargent Barnes~”

#marvel smut #marvel dark smut #bucky barnes smut #dark!#dark! bucky x reader #dark! Bucky smut #dark bucky smut #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes imagine #yandere bucky #sebastian stan smut #steve rogers #the avengers #marvel civil war #bucky x you #dark bucky x you

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levelsevenlaserlotus · 1 year

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Unsettle Me

This contains adult content, minors dni 18+

AN: Trying something new here so please be kind ❤️ Might expand on this depending on whether or not you guys would be interested.

Pairings: Dark!Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Warnings: Language, Stalking, Non Consensual Sex, Somnophilia, Violence, Obsessive Behavior and just general creepiness.

Summary: Someone’s been in your apartment, you know this because when you come home from work, dinners waiting for you.

Words: 881

Masterlist Part 2

You’re still shivering and dripping water as you walk up the three flights of stairs to your shitty New York City apartment. You had just gotten back from a five-hour shift on top of your full load of college courses. The only thing you wanted to do was collapse into bed and not wake up for at least a week, but you still had to finish your essay on the Cold War.

You’re yawning as you shove the key into the keyhole in the door, and step inside, but the sight on your kitchen countertop has you alert at once. A piping hot plate of food sits at the ready. You shuffle closer to take in the food in front of you.

Rosemary and lemon chicken breast, grilled asparagus and crispy potatoes, and a bottle of red wine with a glass already poured for you. The food is hot, you can see the steam coming off the plate as if someone had cooked it minutes ago.

You stop, your heart beating wildly as you work over what this means. You didn’t see anyone coming down the stairs as you went up…was someone in your apartment now?

Your eyes flick around your studio apartment, looking for any potential hiding spots, the closet opposite your bed was open, the space too small for anyone to hide in any way. Your eyes fall to the floor, peering into the darkness under your bed, your hand reaching into your coat pocket to get a grip on your keys. Your hands are sweating and you fumble to get the keys into the spaces between your fingers the way you were taught.

You crouch down slowly as I’d you were approaching a wild animal which you very well could be and pull your phone out in your free hand, the light of the screen illuminating the dark space. Nothing but plastic storage containers with your winter clothing.

You sigh in relief but the tension in your body doesn't leave, someone was in your apartment recently too. You swallow hard, considering your options, you suppose you could call the police but what good would that do? You had no evidence other than the food on your kitchen counter, if anything they would think you were some stupid college kids trying to pull a prank.

You turn and study the door to your apartment, there was no physical indication that anyone had forced their way into your home. Whoever it was must have their key, a chill goes up your spine at the thought.

You end up dragging the small bookcase across the length of your apartment to barricade the front door. Having something physical in between you and any possible intruder made you breathe a little easier.

Turning back to your supposed dinner you take a closer look, picking up the knife and fork already set out and cutting into the chicken breast. The skin was brown and crispy, the inside juicy and cooked perfectly. Your mouth waters at the sight.

You take a closer look at the bottle of wine, the label was in French but you recognized the name from a few upscale restaurants. Expensive, four figures expensive and only sold by the bottle.

Grimacing at the sight before you and all it indicates you carry the plate over and scrape the food into the trash without a second thought. You turn and take the bottle of wine and the glass too, as you go to pour it down the drain the sight of dirty dishes in the sink stops you.

A small frying pan, already soaking, a few miscellaneous bowls and utensils wet and soapy, almost as if someone was in the middle of doing dishes before they were interrupted.

You don't notice your shaking until you hear the smash of the plate you were holding shatter against the hardwood floors. It takes another moment to realize your beading slightly, the red liquid oozing out of your finger fascinates you before it alarms you.

Stepping over the broken ceramic you fetch a tissue to tamper the blood dripping down the side of your thumb. Your body’s slower, less fluid as you sweep up the shattered remains of the plate, your eyes unable to leave the view of the front door.

You shower with the bathroom door ajar and the curtain open, the busted shower heads getting water all over the floor but you are too paranoid to care. You’ll clean it up later. You’re skin itchy as you scrub yourself with a loofah and rub lotion into your skin.

You’re no longer shaking as you clumsily prepare for bed, pulling an oversized t-shirt over your head and slipping on a cotton thong. You curl up on your side, your eyes trained on the door 20 feet away. You slip in and out of sleep, snapping awake before exhaustion pulls you back under.

Just two miles north of you, Natasha watches you through her computer screen, her face impassive as she watches you sleep. Annoyance flares up in her when she remembers you didn’t eat the dinner she made for you or anything else for that matter. She sighed, you barely took care of yourself but it was okay, that’s why she was there.

#natasha romanoff x reader #wlw #mcu #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #dark!#dark!natasha x reader #dark!natasha romanoff x reader #dark!natasha Romanoff #stalker!natasha #levelsevenlaserlotus #dark!nat #unsettle me

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 9 months

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My fellow Narcissa lover, have you seen that A Pet for the Malfoys has been updated TWICE???

I’m screaming lmao

Heyyyyy anon!!!

I believe your talking about the AO3 Fic A Pet for the Malfoy’s by quillsquared… In that case, I believe there are 20 chapters now!! 🤭 I haven’t read all of it, only the beginning. I’ll have to catch up 😉 Hope you have a great day, anon! 💕💕💕

Talk with Me ❤️‍🔥

For anyone interested, here’s the description and link:

Kidnapped in England, Victoria finds herself in an impossible world of witches, wizards, and magic. Despite all the wonder, it doesn’t look like she’ll have a happy ending. She’s chosen to be sold in a black market auction to the highest bidder where she’ll be forced to do who knows what for some slimey, rich, magic bastard. But just as it looks like her fate is sealed, she’s bought by a beautiful blonde couple for an insane amount of money. Now, wrapped in a different set of chains Victoria must endure months of mind numbing pleasure and debauchery all while trying to stay sane enough to find a way out. But the Malfoy’s aren’t what she expected. Her servitude isn’t what she expected. Can she beat them at their own game, or will she drown in pleasure? And if she were to win, would she have the strength to leave?

Narcissa Malfoy Masterlist

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priyajoyyyy · 2 months

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Need dark!luke castellan fics so badly…

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #dark!#dark #dark!luke #dark!luke castellan #dark!luke castellan x reader

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rassicas · 1 year

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I was going through the end of RoTM again recently and noticed after you beat the final boss, Octavio always lands you back in the same spot (with my sample size of 4.)

The fact that it lands you on ground at all leads me to believe that someone on the Splatoon 3 team is meaning to suggest that this is the location of Splatsville, or at least an important location.

So, I spent some time looking at the earth from the fight and during the credits, and looking at the Splatoon World Map and Splatsville-Inkadia map...

and, its in the Americas, I think? Like, I'm pretty sure that's South America and where you land is what's left of California

Im not really sure though, and i wanted to hear your thoughts on it :)

The ripped texture of the earth in that scene to make things easier

i appreciate your dedication of going back and replaying multiple times to see!

i didnt really think much about where octavio emerged from in that cutscene, and i honestly wouldn't expect that location to be of much importance unless the reason octavio was sidelined for nearly the entire story was because he was fucking around thousands of miles away because before s3 came out, from a japanese version of the inkadia/splatlands map, we know exactly where the series takes place on earth.

the remnants of east japan, with Alterna lining up perfectly with Mt. Fuji (or rather, its exploded remnants).

#asks #splatoon #mt fuji erupting would endanger the lives of several million people #and the fact the whole fucking mountain seemingly exploded #dark!#rotm #splatoon lore #Geography

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safely-in-vhagars-belly · 9 months

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Deliciously Dark! Aemond x Oc (Snow falls) Chapter one: Untamed Winters.

CONCEPT: You are Willa WyldeWoods, daughter of the second biggest house in the North. Your father has guests begging him for his support. Aegon and Aemond are here to find allies, with Aemond taking a interest in you because the books didn't mention you at all.

WARNINGS: Beheadings, dark, dub-con, forced marriage, spoils of war, non-con, dark! Aemond, also kinda hatred to Valyrian people which can be considered, in a way, as discrimination.

You have always been a daughter of the North. You were born during the deadliest winter and during the heaviest snowstorm, the North had ever seen.

You came into this world like you were already gone. You had a faint heartbeat and kept your eyes closed. You didn't cry. You were silent like the grave.

Your mother and father's masters tried everything. They ran out of options very fast. Until you suddenly cried out, and your heart started to beat louder. It hasn't stopped beating ever since.

But no one knows what or who saved you. Until now.

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Years later....

You are enjoying a cup of warm tea. Your maids just arranged your wardrobe for the new season, selected the old dresses that you became too tall for and threw them out. There is a big pile of silk, linen and other dresses piling up by your door.

Your mother never would even come into your rooms. 'Mother? Is everything alright?'

'Put on your newest dress. The one with the pretty flowers. We have guests coming soon, and you need to be dressed appropriately.' She eyes your maids before heading off.

Your handmaid goes to work and dresses you in a light green silk dress with pretty flowers. You don't have much jewellery but you do take out your pretty necklace with a golden locket and your favourite pair of earrings.

Downstairs is a mess.

Servants run across the halls and try their best to fix everything up before the visitors come. Tables are decked, plates and silver are polished and dinner is being served for starved guests. It looks like it will be a King's meal.

Your father smiles at you.

'My dearest and only daughter. Willa.' He says and takes your hands into his own. He smiles at you and you hug him.

Your oldest brother Brand returns from scouting. 'They'll be here soon.' He announces. He laughs when he sees you. It's a pleasant laugh. 'My dearest sister has become a woman.' He says surprised and you hit him on his arm playfully.

You hold your breath as the doors open. You expect House Stark. You are met with someone else. A Man, with tired eyes and a green with a black coat. He nods his head to you. 'House WyldeWoods. May I present; His royal majesty: King Aegon II? And his brother, Prince Aemond Targaryen?' Your father smiles when the two follow them.

One is dressed in green. One is dressed in black. One is dressed for parties. One is dressed for combat.

The green-dressed man keeps a crown on his head. You understand he must be the king. His eyes are tired. Sick maybe even. His silver hair makes his skin even paler. He scans the crowd, eying your lady maids like they are some delicious snack he can't wait to taste.

Your father stands up and slowly but carefully makes his way to the prince. 'You are far from home.' He says, his voice deadly and sharp. He sounds displeased.

The Prince keeps quiet when his king speaks. 'We are. We heard there is trouble brewing in the North. We came to see for ourselves.' You aren't sure what to make of it only that you find it incredibly stupid. This could very well be a trap and they'd be dead.

Your father laughs a bit like he is educating two little boys. 'There is not just trouble brewing in the North. There is trouble everywhere now.' He looks at Aegon with blame and hatred.

The older man interrupts and takes over the negotiations.

'We came here to ask the support of House WyldeWoods. Can we count on you? You are the second biggest house in the North. We can use an Ally against the Starks.'

Against the Starks? Your family always fought beside them. Not against them.

Your father smiles, looking at the king. 'I'm sorry, my Prince. But you know I can't. I swore an oath to serve your sister.'

'She is a whore.' The king simply says like that explains his motives and why he would be a better ruler.

The snake smiles. 'Surely we can convince you somehow?' He asks sweetly. When he and your father monologue you feel the prince eye you. A lot. You feel his gaze go over your dress. You never had that kind of attention before.

Your father notices very easily and looks irritated. The prince doesn't seem to notice that he has been caught.

Your father groans. 'Is the view to your liking?' He spits out. You feel a bit embarrassed that your father berates the prince like this. He is dangerous. So is the king.

The prince nods. 'She is interesting. I didn't find any traces of her when studying your family, Lord WyldeWoods. She wasn't even mentioned. We never got an invitation to her name day Ball either.' You know why exactly.

A name day Ball is the perfect opportunity for a proposal. And your father wants to keep your lineage and his lineage pure. No Valyrian blood will mess with it. It's why he didn't send the invitation.

But if the Hightowers and the Targaryens gave a damn about the North, which they don't: they would have noticed much sooner and not years later.

Your father lies very smoothly. 'My little Willa is not fond of big parties. She wanted a small gathering with her family.' It makes you sound like some sort of lonely castle-kept girl. Like you don't have any friends.

The prince nods. 'Of course.'

The snake laughs and it doesn't reach his eyes. It is a calculated creepy laugh.'Your daughter is of marriage age?' Your mother gently and subtly grabs your hand and squeezes it nearly breaking your bones. You know just like her what's next.

A proposal.

Your father is aware too. 'She is. What about that?' He asks, suspicious and his eyes narrow.

The hand nearly jumps up and down. 'Excellent. We can become allies. Aemond here is unwed. So is Willa. He will take her as his wife and in return, you will support us with banners and men.' He makes it sound so simple. Except it isn't. You are sworn to Rhaenyra due to your father's oath.

Your father seems to have trouble understanding the new match. 'Willa? My Willa? With a Targaryen? A Valyrian?' He stutters out. You don't like that idea either. 'Piss off! Get out of here. You are not even fucking my goat and certainly not my only precious daughter!' He even grabs his sword to make his point.

The Prince takes out his sword as well and levels it at your father. You quickly intervene. 'Father, put the sword away. It was just a suggestion. Please? Let us remain civil.' You beg.

Your father obeys. 'You won't marry any WyldeWoods. You will go home without her. You sure won't touch her. If your funny Targaryen Incest-loving cock comes near my daughter, I'll chop it off.'

Aemond is enraged by that but keeps civil. 'We will remain here for tonight's feast. We may not be allies but we don't need to become enemies now, do we?'

Your mother nods.

'Help yourselves. There is plenty of food for all of us.'

The next morning you are awakend by the sunlight. Very unusual. When you leave your chambers still wearing your robe you find a deliciously big Banana cake waiting for you. You gasp and jump up and down in delight. Banana cake.

You are delighted.

Banana cake with chocolate dripping. Just like when you were a little girl. You smell the heavenly smell.

You decide it won't hurt to try a piece. 'I heard it is your favourite.' A voice suddenly rings out behind you. You tremble and slowly turn around still licking off your fingers dipped in chocolate.

The prince. How did he get in here? Where is your guard? It feels very wrong. Especially since your hair is a mess and you still are in your nightgown.

'It is. How did you get it here so fast?' You ask and can't help but a little impressed. The cake tastes so good as well. Whoever did it is an amazing Baker.

Part of you is insulted. Did he really think you would marry him because of a cake? Another part of you finds it so sad. He is used to buying his friends.

You also know what will happen if you accept it. He will feel entitled to you and will maybe even force you. 'It's a lovely gift. But I don't think father will appreciate it.' You say gently picking the words. You don't want to insult him. You are alone with him and he carries multiple weapons.

The prince sighs but gives you a small smile. 'It's not for him. It's for you. I know you like banana chocolate cakes.' This is not about the damn cakes anymore. You want to run away and don't feel comfortable that no one is with you either.

Your father will never agree to this match. 'You don't eye me as a bad man. But daddy doesn't like...' You swallow a bit. 'Uhm none northern men?'

There is a small mocking smirk on his lips. 'You can say Valyrians it's fine.' It doesn't feel fine. It feels unfair.

'Fine. He doesn't like Valyrians. He despises Targaryens especially. I wish I could show him that not all Valyrians are rapers and thieves who burn down our cities but-'

'Well with your ancestor being celebrated everywhere it is kind of hard to forget.' You finish your sentence dryly.

'I should go see my Septa. She is probably worrying about where I am.' You get up.

He mirrors you also getting up. 'She is fine. I assure you. Sit down and drink with me.' He points to a bottle of wine just waiting to be served.You flush. 'I don't want to bother you...' You don't care about bothering him. You don't feel comfortable drinking with him.

Your feet take off and you rush to the door leading to the hall.

The door is locked.

You hear a soft chuckle in your ear. 'I didn't say you could leave just yet. But if you want to; I will not stop you. I think you will regret leaving this room. I think you will wish you never did it. But if you must: I put the key on the table. It's your choice.'

There is a faint smell of iron in the air. You follow it curious. Until you come out by the kitchen. A guard in familiar targaryen uniform is busy arranging orders. 'Please. Let us check in on her lady..' A familiar voice begs the guard. You see it's the Bertha. Who always cared for you when your mother couldn't.

'Prince Aemond is handling her. She is spoiled. No need to worry about her. Now get back to work. These skulls won't impale themselves.' The guard casually presents her with a freshly beheaded head and a big kitchen knife. You back away and bump into the prince.

He grabs you gently and takes you with him to the kitchen. Making sure you see everything. There are some girls half undressed sitting on the ground clutching at each other. One girl is held down when two guards take turns. 'Let them stop,' you Growl at Aemond.

He sees it differently than you. He is fine with it. Or pretends to be. 'It's punishment and part of sacking a castle. It's unpleasant, but they can cut her tongue out if her moans irritate you.' He suggests but he already knows you won't be that cruel.

You go the two men.

'I am lady Willa of House WyldeWoods and that is my servant girl. Get off of her-'

One of them grins at you.

'What if I won't, little lady? Will you beg your prince to make him stop me? Maybe you'll end up getting your cunt fucked as punishment too.' He looks over at Aemond with a grin. 'Is she fucked yet? I would know if I were you. There is some space over in the hallways. Take that little lady bitch and make her scream.'

You hear Aemond's chuckle.

Something snaps. 'Get off of her. Last time I ask.' You say very calmly and collected. He gets off the girl and before he has even processed what happened you have kicked him so hard between his legs that you are sure he won't touch a woman in weeks.

You find a knife, on the table near you. So you use it.

You drive it through his throat, repeatedly stabbing him. It sticks out a bit before you pull it through entirely, making the man bleed out on the spot.

The other soldier turns on you enraged. You try to get the knife back but it's too late for that. You can only back away. He is suddenly knocked on his head with a rolling pin before he collapses to the ground. You rip the knife lose and quickly stab him in the heart. There is a thin line of blood coming out. Bertha looks at you, rolling pin still in hand. You rush over to her and have the awful feeling you forgot something.

Until you hear a soft cry and look at the girl that was hurt by the two guards. Aemond is with her now, a dagger against her throat. His only good eye is fixated on you, there is anger and aggression in it. You carefully lower your knife and shake your head.

He grins at that like an animal.

'I don't like you hurting my good soldiers.' Aemond says his voice distant and enraged. You don't have time to beg before they drag her away from you.

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