#doll-like features and that frankly terrifying mouth

[fistfuloflightning]

was feeling a mermaidy way today so have a vaguely eldritch jiaoren!shen yuan from What the Water Gave by the lovely @ruensroad

[mypoisonedvine]

𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗨𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 || dark!jan (the edukators/die fetten Jahre sind vorbei) x reader

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 | in scoping out his next target, jan hadn't realised that you wouldn't be joining your family on their next vacation; in choosing to stay home, you hadn't realised what you were in for.

𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 | 4.3k

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 | smut (noncon, with fingering and penetrative sex), innocence kink, virginity loss/first time, brief exhibitionism, degradation, daddy kink, spitting (in mouth and on pussy), breaking and entering/home invasion, touch of misogyny kink, slight objectification kink (petnames like babydoll/dolly being 99% of this), slight bleeding (from sex specifically), death mention (no threats, just the fear of threats if that makes sense?)

𝗔/𝗡 | you don't need to have seen the movie to understand this fic, as long as you know that jan and his friends break into rich people's houses as part of their anti-capitalist rebellion. note that the vast majority of dialogue is written in english for simplicity, but that these conversations would actually take place fully in german.

this is a DARK fic, if you hit 'keep reading' I don't wanna hear you upset about content listed clearly in the warnings section

It’s probably normal to hear a bump in the night, to wake up and be a little freaked out, but to ultimately just stay in bed and not do anything about it. At first you were sure you were sure it was nothing, though your gut told you otherwise; then, as you heard more and more you spent quite some time convincing yourself that it was just pipes creaking or the foundation settling. But the thing about pipes and foundations is they don’t speak German.

“Hier entlang, hier entlang,” someone whispered, and footsteps shifted all along the lower floor.

Maybe you were still asleep, and this was just a strange dream, a terrifying dream. You pulled the blanket up over your head and prayed to wake up, but the denial turned to terror when you heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

You jumped out of bed, but it was too late to go out your bedroom door— you could hear them walking and whispering outside. Your bathroom had a small window, but even if you managed to fit through it you’d be on the second story with no way to ropel down. Maybe in your mind you could be some daring adventurer with the perfect plan to escape, or with the skills to defend yourself with something random you could grab, but you knew better than to really think you could do anything but hide.

As the footsteps and voices got louder, your eyes frantically searched the room and finally landed on the large upright dresser— maybe it was a little obvious, but it had a handy little feature that made it lock from the inside. It had come in handy for a decade of hide-and-seek, and now it would hopefully serve you one last time.

With not a second to spare, you ran over and grabbed the golden handles, swinging the doors open but being careful to shut them quietly after you’d stepped inside and made room for yourself among the coats and dresses. You searched for the lock in the pitch darkness, only able to find it because it was right above the keyhole that glowed from the dim light outside. Just as you turned the knob and heard the metal lock slide inside the wooden door, you heard your bedroom door open.

Someone walked around your room briefly, you even heard them pick something up and set it down— probably your bedside lamp, based on where it was coming from, but you obviously couldn’t be sure and frankly didn’t care that much. Footsteps approached the dresser and you saw the keyhole light up as a flashlight passed over it.

“Let’s take all the clothes and put them in the fireplace,” a voice in the room announced. “We won’t actually light the fireplace, but it sends a message.”

You covered your mouth with your hand to try to keep quiet when the doors shook briefly from an attempt to open them.

“Fuck, it’s locked.”

“Here, you go on to the next room, I’ll pick it,” a second voice decided, and you heard more footsteps as someone else approached the armoire. “Look how fancy the dresser is, they’ve probably got furs in here too— god knows people living in a house like this can’t miss an opportunity to destroy the environment.”

You heard something jiggle inside the keyhole, a clicking noise that went on for just a few moments before you heard the metal slide inside the wood again and the doors slowly opened.

A man, dressed in black and holding a flashlight in his gloved hands, stared at you from behind a mask that left only his brown eyes visible. You both stood still, staring at each other, until he did exactly the last thing you expected: he lifted the mask up to his forehead and showed you his face.

He was a lot younger than you would’ve expected, though he had the scruffy beard of a guy trying to look older; his teeth were slightly crooked when he smiled at you, and when he raised a brow while he gave you a quick look-over, you noticed the way they almost connected in the middle.

Under his gaze, you suddenly felt very aware of how little your lacy, baby pink nightgown protected you from the chilling night air.

"Well, what's this?" he asked coyly as he watched you shiver. "Guess these capitalist pigs left one of their little piglets behind." He put on a cooing sort of voice as he addressed you directly: "Did mummy and daddy leave you all alone while they went on holiday?"

He stepped closer even as you tried to shrink away, examining you carefully.

“Get out of there, silly, what are you hiding for? I’m not gonna hurt you,” he assured, not that you found it especially comforting. When you didn’t step out of your own accord, he grabbed your arm and roughly yanked you forward; he slammed the dresser doors behind you, and you whimpered in fear as he pinned you down against them by each arm. "Shh, hey, don't worry— I'm here to take care of you, you can call me daddy instead until your heartless banker father gets back. Go ahead, tell me what's wrong."

"I—"

"Ah ah," he tutted with a mix of bemusement and disappointment, "I already told you how to address me."

You shuddered but finally responded, "Daddy, I'm scared."

He gave you a demeaning little pout, but you continued.

"Some men broke in and I'm alone and… and I don't know if they want to hurt me."

"No, baby, they don't want to hurt you," he promised with a gentle smile, but it turned horrifically sinister as he leaned in to add with a whisper: "but we will if we have to."

You swallowed thickly, your gut twisting when you felt him breathe out against your neck.

"So you're gonna be a good girl, right?"

You nodded quickly, turning away when he leaned in closer, looking down at you with darkened eyes and running the fingers of his black gloves over the neckline of your pyjamas.

“You were just waiting for me, huh? All tucked in in your cute little nightgown, dressed up like a doll,” he grinned. “I bet you want daddy to play with you, hm?”

He laughed cruelly when you shook your head, fighting harder to get away again as he squeezed your arms tight enough to leave marks where his fingers had been.

“Wanna play, little dolly?” he continued, pressing his body into yours and roughly shoving his leg between your thighs. “I know you do… c'mon and give me a kiss," he requested.

“N-no,” you stammered, but he grabbed your jaw in his gloved hand and forced you to look ahead, slamming his lips onto yours and ignoring your muffled protests. When he pinched your side you gasped instinctively, and he shoved his tongue inside your mouth roughly— but that only lasted for a moment, before you found renewed strength and managed to shove him back. It wasn’t far enough to free yourself, but enough to get a break from the oppressive kiss.

“Aw, don’t be mean,” he pouted, wiping his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. “You said you’d be good for me, remember?”

“Just stop, please,” you whined, gasping before you could stop yourself when he rubbed his thigh up against you— hitting right on your clit which throbbed in spite of everything. Somehow the fear made you more sensitive, or at least something had because you’d never felt quite like this before.

“See? You’re all worked up,” he explained, “I’m gonna help you.”

This time when he leaned in he started to kiss and suck at your neck instead, starting right beneath your ear and moving down slowly until his tongue laved over the crook where your shoulder began. As much as you hated it, it made arousal pulse between your legs where his thigh continued to push hard on you.

When he moved even closer, you could feel his erection against your hip; you didn’t even realise that you’d let out a gasp until you felt him smile against your neck. “Oh, babydoll… you want daddy’s cock inside you, I can tell.”

“N-no, I don’t— just stop,” you begged.

“If only it were so easy, to just ask someone to stop,” he mused. “You know how many times we asked people like your father to stop before they fucked us? You know how far that gets us? You don’t just get to ask nicely, you have to fight for it…”

He chuckled as you writhed in his embrace.

“But you’re too weak to fight, poor thing.”

"Please, I'm not a part of whatever you’re talking about,” you tried to explain, “I don't know much about what Papa does at work—"

"That's your problem, baby, you're blissfully ignorant! Not all of us have that luxury. But the good news is, I'm here to educate you." He pushed up even closer to you, speaking lowly right into your ear with rage starting to bubble up in his voice. "Your father is a piece of scum who feeds on the working class and then robs them blind. You live like this, unquestioningly, and the rest of Germany suffers. Stuck-up bitch like you wouldn't even notice me if you saw me on the street, would you? Wouldn't even give me the time of day, but now you're at my mercy. That’s what you people need to learn: that you’re not gonna be on top forever.”

Suddenly you felt his hand cup your sex through your nightgown, and you choked on your gasp. “No—!” you started to shout, but his right hand covered your mouth as the left hastily pulled your pyjamas up and reached under them.

“Stop fucking squirming,” he grunted as he reached between your kicking legs and slid quickly up your thigh. “Mm, bet you’re hiding a pretty little cunt under this nightgown— hold still, baby, you’re gonna like this.”

Finally maneuvring his way into your panties, he abruptly shoved two gloved fingers inside of you, watching closely as you scrunched your face up tight in discomfort. He thrusted and twisted them around for a bit, carelessly stretching you open as you tried desperately to squirm away; it stung a bit, and the leather of the gloves was cool and awkwardly firm against your walls. For some reason, when he dropped his free hand from your face, you didn’t try to scream again— maybe because you knew no one who cared could hear you— and you just panted heavily instead.

As quickly as he’d pushed them in he pulled them out, bringing the glove up to his mouth to take it off with his teeth with a little growl before rubbing his bare hand over your pussy again. You whimpered when he slid his fingers inside you again, this time feeling the texture of his skin as he curled the pads of his fingers right against your spot. “Yeah?” he mumbled his taunt around the leather between his teeth before spitting the glove out onto the floor. “Fuck, so warm… you’re so wet already, dolly, has nobody been giving this pussy any attention?”

He stopped moving his fingers inside you to pull out and give your clit a few slaps, licking his lips when you cried out from the sharp sensation.

“Huh?” he reminded you to answer when you never gave a response.

“N-no,” you shook your head, finally, and he smiled like he was proud of himself.

“Yeah? You’re not a virgin, are you?”

You only looked down at the floor, blinking a few times as you focused on the teal carpet, and heard him laugh darkly.

“Oh, dolly, I might break you,” he warned roughly as he pushed your gown up to your waist, ignoring your sobbed pleas for him to stop. “We don’t usually take anything from the people we visit, but if I take your virginity maybe your people will finally get the message.”

“Please— you don’t have to do that,” you stammered, rushing through whatever you could think of to make him change his mind, “I won’t tell anyone you were here. You can have whatever you want, if I call them they can send you money—”

“You aren’t even fucking listening to me, we don’t want your expensive bullshit and we don’t want your dirty fucking money!” he corrected sternly, clutching your sleeves tighter and shaking you slightly with the intensity of his movements. “We just want you to be afraid, because the revolution is coming.”

But you were afraid of something much more imminent than a revolution.

“Get on the fucking bed,” he demanded, though you couldn’t do much else considering he was already roughly tossing you onto it, climbing on top of you and pinning you down when you started to crawl back instinctively. With his legs resting on yours and keeping you (somewhat) still, he only needed one hand to grab your shoulders while the other rushed to open his jeans.

Your eyes got a little wide when you saw his cock— before that, it was almost like some part of you didn’t really think he’d go through with his, but now you could see clearly that he was hard and ready… and big enough to make you question how that thing was even supposed to fit inside you.

He tore through your panties like they were paper; he lifted and spread your legs as he sat between them and, much to your humiliation, just stared down at your pussy for a moment. You’d never felt so exposed and it made you feel worse than ever. “Knew you’d have a pretty cunt,” he announced smugly, “can’t wait to see it all stretched out and covered in my come— I’m gonna ruin you, babydoll.”

You weakly struggled as he held your hips down with one hand and haphazardly stroked his cock a few times with the other, rubbing himself over your opening before pulling his hips back to spit right onto your clit. After spreading the improvised lubrication around with his head for a moment, he pushed down on it with his thumb to line up with your hole and, without any further warning, slid inside in one motion.

You bit down on your lip hard, and even that wasn’t enough to distract you from the sting; it felt like he was ripping you open, not to mention going so deep that you could feel him in your stomach.

He groaned loudly, head falling back for a moment as he started to thrust into you. “Fuck, I can tell you’re a virgin— it must be hurting you, huh?”

But the question was a bit redundant, since tears had already begun to stream down your temples and your fingers were clutching tightly onto the sheets beneath you; if they were any less expensive, they probably would’ve ripped.

“Maybe a little pain will be good for you,” he decided with a smirk, “I think a spoiled brat like you has been spared the rod a few too many times.”

It was definitely more than a ‘little’ pain, and it only seemed to sting more each time he pulled back and pushed in again— he wasn’t going very fast, yet, so that was one thing you could almost be thankful for. That said, he wasn’t very gentle either.

He hastily reached up under your nightgown to grope your breasts, quickly moving from one to the other as he squeezed them just a bit too hard. “You like how daddy plays with your tits, don’t you?” he grunted. “Say, ‘yes daddy.’”

“Y-yes, daddy,” you mumbled awkwardly; maybe being embarrassed to say that was superfluous considering everything else happening right now, but your face got warmer regardless.

A whimper almost caught in your throat when he pinched your hardened nipples, but it broke through when he seemingly-randomly gave a spank to your inner thigh.

He looked down at where your bodies were joined, where he was stretching you out with steady pumps of his cock that filled you to the brim, before reaching up to quickly pull his black sweater off over his head— a t-shirt underneath came off with it as his chest was exposed. He wasn’t unreasonably pale but he clearly wasn’t the type to get a ton of sun, and he had a thin scattering of dirty-blonde hair over some of it. It was sort of embarrassing, now, seeing how thin he was and yet he was still so much stronger than you.

"You're getting so wet, babydoll, look— you're making a mess on these expensive sheets," he grinned. And he wasn't lying; the sting of the stretch had slowly faded, replaced with a friction you actually couldn't help but enjoy. Each time he moved, he seemed to slide right over a spot that made you tighten up your legs so they wouldn't shake.

But, apparently, there was still plenty left that he could do to hurt you.

You cried out, so louder it echoed across the room, when he suddenly thrust into you hard and deep, hitting the very end of you as your body involuntarily jolted— he clapped his hand down over your mouth instantly, muffling your cries to near-silence as he set a punishingly fast pace out of nowhere. You couldn’t turn your head when you heard your bedroom door open, but you could glance to the side and see another burglar appear in the doorway, staring forward at the scene in front of him.

A new sense of shame burned inside you for being seen in such a way; oddly, it came with guilt, too, as if you were doing something wrong yourself, when really it was just something wrong being done to you. The man on top of you didn’t seem to feel much of either, though: he didn’t even slow down.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?" the other man asked his partner, face still hidden but his voice a mixture of bewildered and disgusted. "This isn't how we roll."

"Fuck off, I'm almost done," your attacker scoffed. You tried to use the distraction to fight him again— you swung your arms to try to scratch his face or push him away, but without even hesitating he simply stopped covering your mouth to pin your wrists at either side of your head.

"Is this really what you think the revolution is about?" the man in the door sneered. "Or does that even matter to you when you think you might get some ass? Jesus, I always knew you were a creep but this is…" he trailed off.

"Maybe you should take a turn with her, might fix your attitude," the man on top of you suggested. "She's real tight— trust me, you'll feel better."

"I promise that raping that girl isn't gonna make me feel better, Jan," he frowned.

"Fine, then just go so I can finish and I'll meet you guys in the yard," Jan— apparently that was his name— instructed.

"Don't go," you begged the man in the door, seeing the concern on his face— you could tell he wanted to stop Jan, maybe if you asked him to, he would.

"Shut up, bitch," Jan growled, correcting you with a slap to the face.

The man in the doorway just shook his head and sighed, stepping back into the hall and shutting the door behind him. You cried harder, more sure than ever that Jan was right when he said you were at his mercy; and he didn’t seem to have much.

He fucked you rough and fast, recklessly chasing his own pleasure with no regard for yours. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean that you didn’t feel any pleasure, though… it was building, in fact, sort of like when you touched yourself but so much stronger, and deeper, and threatening to overflow at any moment. “Oh fuck, you’re close,” he noticed with a tilted grin, “you love it so fucking much, huh? Wanna cream on daddy’s cock?”

You shook your head but he slapped you again, spinning your face to the side as he held both your wrists above your head in one hand and gripped your jaw with the other.

“Stop lying,” he growled, “I can feel it, I can feel your cunt getting tighter… you’re gonna come so fucking hard for me, aren’t you, babydoll? God, what a nasty fucking whore you are…”

He held your face to look straight ahead, up at where he hovered above you and bared his teeth in a snarl, before forcing your mouth open and spitting into it. You grimaced and tried even harder to squirm away but he quickly clamped his hand down over your nose and mouth so you couldn’t try to spit it back out again.

“C’mon, swallow it,” he instructed roughly, voice a bit strained from the force it took to hold you down. You could hardly breathe with his hand this way, and when you tilted your head back to try to get away from it, you accidentally swallowed his spit with a disgusted, muffled grunt. “There you go, good girl,” he purred as he watched your throat bob a bit involuntarily, “that’s it, I know you wanna come— say it! Say ‘daddy I wanna come.’”

He let go of your mouth and slapped you again before you even had a chance to hesitate. “D-daddy,” you whined, “I… I—”

“It’s not that fucking hard,” he hissed, “just say it, you dumb fucking slut!”

One more slap was apparently all you needed to just choke it out: “I wanna come, daddy!” you cried, back starting to arch as the pressure of holding back your release became too much to bear.

“Then fucking come,” he demanded, “come for me, baby, right fucking now.”

You tried to hold out just a moment longer, just to spite him, just so you wouldn’t obey him so easily… but it only took one rough thrust right into the end of you to make it all spill over. You came with a sob, shaking and jerking beneath him for a moment before a warmth spread through you; it started right where he filled you and spread everywhere until your mind was all foggy and your fingers started to go numb— or maybe that was just because of him pinning you down at the wrists.

Much to your disgust, you could hear how wet you had become with every stroke inside you, a sickening squelching noise that made him laugh as your face tingled with numbness and burned with shame all at once. “Oh fuck, that’s it,” he praised, “naughty little dolly, making a mess on daddy’s cock with that dirty fucking cunt of yours… I’m gonna cover it in my come, are you ready, baby? Ask daddy to come on your pussy, don’t make me hit you again.”

“Daddy, please,” you mumbled quietly, “come on my pussy…”

“I can’t hear you, babydoll, you need to speak up,” he mocked.

And you were just so exhausted and overwhelmed and his thrusts inside your sensitive walls were starting to get painful again— that was why you really meant it when you sobbed through your begging: “Please, daddy, come on my pussy!”

With one more panted moan he pulled out and only had to give his cock one blur of a stroke before white, warm come began to paint over your sore opening, your swollen clit, your bruised inner thighs. “Fuuucckkk…” he groaned under his breath as he watched himself coat you, and you caught a tinge of pink from your blood on his cock and hand as he slowed down to a stop. "Sheiße," he sighed, letting go of your wrists to sit up and close his eyes for a moment before looking down again at where you were limp and splayed out on your bed beneath him. “See? I’m getting reckless, I really shouldn’t be leaving evidence…”

Even without that, you knew his name and face, but apparently he was focusing on the copious amounts of DNA he’d just left on you.

“I suppose it won’t be a problem, because you’re not going to tell anyone,” he posited, leaning down slightly to hover over you as you swallowed around the rock that had suddenly formed in your throat. “You know how I know you won’t?”

You weakly shook your head, already terrified to imagine what the answer to that question was going to be. Of course, your first assumption was that he was going to kill you, or threaten to do so if you involved the police. He knew where you lived, he could threaten your family, too: the thought made your skin crawl as he leaned down further to whisper right against your ear as you instinctively turned your face away from him.

“Because if you tell someone that I raped you,” he finally continued, “then you’ll also have to tell them that you liked it.”

Speaking right against your ear, it took him no effort at all to stick his tongue out and lick you right on it, making you squeal with fear and disgust.

He quickly hopped off the bed and recollected himself, stuffing his softening and blood-stained cock back into his pants before gathering his discarded clothes from the floor. "Your folks won't be home for two more nights, right? I should come visit you again," he winked when he spared a glance at you. “Now get some rest, baby, you deserve it. Don’t worry, I’ll lock the front door behind me when we leave… wouldn’t want anybody unsavory getting in, now would we?”

[angellbarnes]

Kinda Like Fate

Summary: Your greatest loss has taken its toll on you

Pairing: Bucky x f!reader || Pirate!au

Word count: 2k

Warnings: None? Mentions of fighting, injuries and blood

A/N: This is my first original post on Tumblr. Thought this challenge would be a good way to start writing on here, so thanks to @wxntersoldiers for letting me take part in your 6k au challenge and congrats! Hope you like it 🤍 (italics are flashbacks)

A burning sensation travels down your throat as you set the bottle of rum back down in your lap. You like it, though, because it takes away from the pain drumming in your heart. It’s a pain like nothing you’ve ever felt before, like someone ripped away a piece of you and you’ll never get it back. Heartbreak.

You take another large swig and swing down the rope attached to the mast you were sat on. You land with a thud back on deck and watch as your crew are busy on the ship.

“Banner? What the hell do you call that? Put some back into it!” You yell angrily at your crew member. He cowers and avoids your glare as he mumbles an ‘aye, captain’ and gets back to work. Harder.

It’s safe to say that Bucky’s death caused you to become a little less than friendly.

Your whole crew is, quite frankly, terrified of you. One wrong move and that’ll be it for them. You’ve turned your pain into anger, taking it out on everyone else. Your quartermaster, Sam, is one of the only people who can be around you for a long period of time now, without you threatening him.

As you trudge back towards the wheel, you can hear footsteps hot on your heel.

“What do you want?” You ask blankly.

“You know, there’s no need to take your hurt out on everyone else. We know you’re in a lot of pain right now, and we all lost him, remember? Just talk to us.” Sam’s voice echoes through your mind and you take a deep breath. You reach the wheel and lean on it with one hand, taking another sip from the bottle.

“Just leave me, Wilson. I lost a captain, is all. If all you’re going to do is try and play therapist with me, you can go and swim with the sharks, savvy?” You snarl. “You’re better off talking to them anyway.” You mumble and he slowly turns and leaves. You let out a sigh as you cast your gaze to the glistening open waters.

Silently, you tiptoe along the wooden deck of another random ship you’ve found. You head below deck, searching for anything that looks of any value to you. You grin proudly as you lay your eyes on a sword, but not just any sword, it’s golden detailing with a ruby engraved at the end of the handle proves its worth. Hurriedly, you return it to its scabbard and make your way back up. Just as you reach the deck, a tall figure emerges in front of you.

“Now where do you think you’re going, doll?” The man starts walking towards you and you take out your regular sword, making the stranger chuckle deeply.

“I don’t want any trouble. Now, if you’ll excuse me-” You step beside him to leave but he’s quick to bring his sword out across your neck, preventing you from going any further.

“Hold on there, sweetheart, I think you have something that belongs to me.” He whips you around, pushing you against the mast, still with his sword against your neck. In the moonlight, you are still able to make out his features: dark hair that ended just at his shoulders, a sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes, evident even at night. A strong, muscular body and... a metal arm? The reflective surface of his hand and forearm are revealed from his shirt being rolled up to his elbow. The top buttons of his shirt are undone, making the scarring at his shoulder just visible.

“Now I’ve heard of Captain Hook, but this is something entirely different.” You state as you eye his left arm. He chuckles and looks you up and down, as if analysing you.

“Name’s Bucky. Though I go by Captain on this ship. Didn’t catch your name, love.” He leans in a little closer. You couldn’t lie that his presence was somewhat endearing.

“Seems not, love.” You mock with a smirk. You push his blade away with yours and spin so you’ve now got Bucky pinned as you were before.

“How would you like to join my crew, doll?” You narrow your eyes at him.

“I just stole from you and now you want me on your ship?” You question with somewhat amusement and disbelief.

“You seem like someone I’d rather have on my side, darlin’.” He grins. You contemplate for a second, knowing a crew and a ship is exactly what you’ve been looking for for a while.

“If you want me on your side, you better quit it with the nicknames, princess.” You scoff.

“Better tell me your name, then, princess. Huh, I like that one.” You roll your eyes at him while a small smile tugs at your lips. You part your sword from his neck and hold out your hand, which he takes.

“Y/n.”

When your mind returns back to earth you notice the tears that have begun forming in your eyes, threatening to fall. You blink them back and take some deep breaths, yet again settling for the burning rum as a pain substitute.

The first time meeting Bucky wasn’t a normal encounter, to say the least, but the two of you had a connection, this connection that you couldn’t really describe. You were like Yin and Yang; you balanced each other out and were inseparable, really. You became co-captain of The Avenger shortly after and thus your romance began and, for the first time in a long time, you were happy.

That was until a week ago.

You were down to the last few pirates. You could see their ship now sinking beside yours and a smirk grew on your face as you turned back to the man in front of you. The sounds of metal clashing echoed around the ship and with one final swing, your enemy collapsed to the ground, with a deep crimson seeping from his chest. You grin as you see the others winning their fights, focussing your attention to Bucky on the opposite side of the ship.

He was battling the captain of the rival ship and it was intense to say the least. You started to head over to help when a blood curdling shriek escaped your lips. Your hands covered your mouth as your sword clattered on the ground. The opposing captain had Bucky at the end of his sword like a skewer, a smug grin plastered on his arrogant face. Blood was seeping from Bucky’s stomach now, staining his shirt. You were frozen in place and with a small nudge, Bucky fell free from the sword’s grip and was swallowed into the depths of the sea.

His eyes never left yours as he fell.

As tears now fell freely from your eyes, anger rose from the depths of your being. You brought out your pistol, aimed it at the pirate’s head and shot. He landed back with a thud. You collapsed to your knees feeling empty. Although everyone from the other vessel was dead, this was not a battle you’d won.

The second time you’re pulled from your thoughts you have to wipe a few tears that had escaped, hearing the yelling of your crew. You now notice the ship that is fast approaching, no more that 20 feet away. It’s not huge but it’s not small, there can’t be a large crew on board.

“Should we prepare to fight, Captain?”

“Wait, Danvers, let’s see what they want. Tell Stark and Barton to get the canons ready but don’t fire unless I say so.” You order, eyes still fixed on the oncoming vessel.

“Aye, Captain.”

As the ship settles beside yours you try to see who’s on board. A blonde man is only visible and you narrow your eyes in wariness. He strays from his ship and uses a rope to jump to yours. As he lands you draw your sword and he raises his hands in defence. With the point of your sword you silently lead him to the middle of the deck and instruct your crew to tie him to the mast, which they do, and you lower the blade, stepping towards him.

“And you are?” You ask sternly.

“My name is Steve. I don’t want any harm. I just need some supplies for my ship. Some water, food, anything you have to spare.” He replies with confidence, yet there was shyness laced in his tone. Your brows furrow as the name reminds you of someone.

You sit on Bucky’s lap, straddling his waist as you play with his hair. He has his arms wrapped around your waist and a content smile painted on his face.

“What was your life like, before all of this?” You speak up, looking deep into his mesmerising eyes.

“Before I found my ship and crew?” You nod. He takes a deep breath and holds you a bit tighter.

“Well, when I was younger, the pirate life always excited me. I used to have this little wooden sword that me and my friend Steve would play with. He had his own and we’d have sword fights on the docks.” He chuckles at the memory. “We had each other our whole lives, until one day when we were older and got parted. I started this life and god knows where he is now. Who knows, maybe I’ll see him again one day.” He lets out a small sigh as he looks back up to you.

“Sounds like you two were pretty close.” You smile, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Yeah, thick as thieves. But then I found you, doll. It kinda feels like fate, me and you.” A smile forms on your lips as you bite down on the bottom one.

“Fate, huh?”

“Mhm.” He leans in to press his lips on yours.

You shake your head to try and rid it of your wandering thoughts.

“I won’t have anyone stealing from my ship.” You snap.

“Not stealing, ma’am, just need some help.” He pleads. At this moment anger and grief and almost every kind of detrimental emotion is bubbling inside of you. You take no pity on this man as you lift your sword above your head.

“Then let me help you.” Your blade comes swooping down and Steve squeezes his eyes tightly shut.

“Y/n! Wait! Stop!” A voice causes your motion to halt suddenly. Your eyes widen and your heart feels like it’s pounding a hundred beats per second, almost beating out of your chest. You sword falls at your side and you turn slowly to face the voice.

Your breath hitches as you stare wide eyed at a ghost. A very real looking ghost who comes striding towards you. Your breathless. Speechless. Only one, breathy word escapes your dry lips.

“Buck.”

You run. You run towards the lost love of your life as a grin spreads across his face. You jump into his arms as they encircle your waist and yours his neck. Tears prick at your ears as a sobbed laugh flees your throat. Your hand moves to caress his cheek just to make sure he’s definitely there.

“I missed you, doll.” He whispers with teary eyes.

You lean down finally to capture his lips with yours. The kiss is full of passion and desire, sadness and hope. Something you never thought you would be able to experience again.

Once the kiss was finally broken he sets you down in front of him, not daring to let go of you, though.

“What happened? You... you died.” He wipes a few tears from your cheeks before answering.

“I remember falling, looking at you before falling into the water. Next thing I know I’m on a ship. Turns out it was Steve’s, you know, the punk I told you about. Though I never thought this is how you two would meet.” You both chuckle and you mumble an ‘oops’. “Anyway, he found me washed up on this little island and managed to stitch me up and stuff and now here I am. All he told me was that he’d seen a ship and he was going to talk to the people on it. When I came back up to deck I noticed it was this ship. Our ship. Now I’ve got him back and you.” He smiles, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Kinda like fate, right?” You murmur and he chuckles softly.

“Kinda like fate.”

[ofmcxie]

&&. ( ada rhodes ) was just spotted in amsterdam. rumor has it ( she ) is a ( 768 / appears [25] ) year old ( vampire ) who resembles ( anya chalotra ). ( she ) has been said to be ( dauntless & protective ) but also quite ( possessive & volatile ).with all the chaos surrounding the magical underworld, ( she ) has chosen to align with ( the vampires ). ( she ) is currently serving as ( an assassin ). hopefully the city doesn’t devour them whole. // fulfilling celine dahl’s rival

(( Hey guys!! I’m Jade and will be playing the lesbian vampire disaster that is Ada here. I’m always awful at these intro things, but i’m really looking forward to rping with you all :D Feel free to hmu for plots anytime because I live for them lol. Also, i’m going bullet point in the hopes I don’t write an entire essay and it gets too long to read, but we’ll see how well that goes...xD ))   

Backstory: 

Ada didn’t had the easiest start in life. Born to simple farm folk who never really wanted her, in a time of knights and holy wars when a woman’s sole purpose was considered marriage and children.  

She had never been that kind of girl. One of her earliest memories being a time she had tried to go out training with the boys only to be dragged back to their homestead to help her mother cook.

Her father drank a lot, and was an incredibly abusive individual. It certainly wasn’t helped by the fact he was a self-riotously religious man, and Ada had been born with a defect. Her irises had taken on a purple hue from the day she had opened them; not enough to be obvious unless you truly looked, but he had deemed it a mark of the devil. 

Ada hadn’t seen it that way. Instead, growing to relish in her uniqueness. Like a physical manifestation of her defiance burned into her very soul, it meant she wasn’t born to be weak. 

It caused a great many fights with both her parents who weren’t exactly good people at the best of times, going to bed beaten and hungry more often than not.

The years that followed were no kinder, Ada haven all but given up until one night, were a chance encounter would change her life forever. 

She’d been following the well-trodden path home when she’d been ambushed.    

Having nothing of value to give the bandits, they’d settled for some other form of payment. 

She’d tried to fight them tooth and claw when she realised what was happening, unarmed so fighting dirty, their blood both under her nails on her lips by the time they’d got her to the ground. But they had her now, and they were angry...She’d grown up used to getting in fightings, it was probably the reason she’d lasted as long as she had, but there were just too many of them.      

Ada had been incredibly lucky that day. The men not having time to do much of anything before they were being flung off her with such a speed and force that it blurred together. She couldn’t even see what was causing it, but was pretty certain she heard bones crack as they hit trees. 

She’d jumped to her feet uncertain whether to expect the same fate, but the whole situation had her reeling, and she’d fallen to her knees again before being able to do anything about it.      

An eery quite followed suite, and by the time she’d caught her breath long enough to look up again -- she would have never been prepared for the sight that met her. 

It was a woman; beautiful, covered in blood dripping from her mouth and...glorious. Where most would have been terrified Ada only found herself awestruck. 

She’d briefly contemplated if this individual’s fangs were a defect as her eyes had been, and the words were out of her mouth before she realised what she was saying.      

The comment may have been idiotic, but it seemed to snap the woman out of whatever trance she had been in. A low chuckle leaving her lips instead going for Ada’s neck. 

They’d begun to talk, and she’d found this woman was a skilled assassin of all things, apparently it’s easy to do when no one ever sees you. Women certainly weren’t capable of such a thing; it made her work easy. 

By the end of the night they’d ended up in a contract of sorts. This woman would teach her some tricks of the trade in exchange for her blood whenever asked for.  

Ada was hardly innocent, and if meant gaining even a modicum of power over her own life then she would grab it with both hands. 

They met in that very same spot often after that. Three years of being taught certain tricks; where to nick so you could leave the scene before anyone would notice, what substances made for the least traceable poisons.

She’d also helped her get over how she originally reacted to pain, teaching her how to lean into it instead. It was good thing to have in one’s repertoire if she ever got caught and interrogated -- But she unwittingly developed a slight thing for it in the process though she’d be damed if she’d ever admit that, and while she’s 100% a sadist at heart, she does still have a small weakness for it on certain occasions. 

The addiction of a vampire bite was no small thing either, and Ada began to believe she might be in over head with this woman; until the night raiders ransacked her village.  

She’d been left for dead, convinced it was the end...and yet woke up with a new lease of life. 

The woman had turned her, their relationship no longer being a one way street it seemed.    

Ada stayed with her for a few centuries before they eventually branched off on their own, though they’re still incredibly close to this day. 

Over the years that followed, she quickly gained notoriety for her ability to complete with freelance kill contacts so efficiently, and eventually flagged on the vampire court’s radar --- In the end being taken into their employ of her own volition, more than happy to serve the species that had granted her freedom. 

It was during one of these contracts she met an insufferable fallen angel who happened to be after the same person. It turned into a weird game of cat and mouse trying to thwart each other’s attempts, and Ada’s not even certain who actually got the kill in the end, but they still argue about it to this day.  

She’s been working for the king and his inner court ever since, and is incredibly loyal to them. She takes pride in being good at her job, and has no qualms killing for them without question -- Her only hard line is children, but that particular request has never come up anyway...     

Personality: 

Ada keeps her true nature very lowkey and acts differently around most people aside from a select few. She’s very much the ‘look like an innocent flower but be the serpent under it’ type character, and incredibly manipulative when she wants to be. This is especially prominent in the fact that Ada’s gay af, but she has no qualms flirting with men when they’re prey or she needs something from them. 

She really does love the colour of her eyes and is glad they didn’t change when she was turned, but on a job she’ll usually experiment with different coloured contacts due to the uniqueness of such features. 

Additionally, Ada’s completely down with this notion of vampires coming out of hiding, believing them to be a superior species that shouldn’t have to bow down to mutts or mortals just because their precious guardian angels deem it so — She plans on doing whatever she can to help further that cause.            

Connections: 

I’m literally open to anything, but here are just a few thoughts: 

Enemies with benefits: Filled by Celine Dahl. These two HATE each other; like passion of a thousand suns hate. I mean, Ada isn’t always the calmest person at the best of times, but Celine can somehow PISS HER THE FUCK OFF MORE THAN ANYBODY ELSE IN THE HISTORY OF EVER. With that being said, there’s also this weird pull between them. It’s like all that anger and hatred and loathing spills over into everything they do -- but Ada kind of lives for it. They just try to get under each other’s skin in every way possible. They’ve even slipped up a few times and had some pretty intense hate sex because FUCK I HATE YOU SO GOD DAMN MUCH AND I REALLY WANT TO HURT YOU BUT YOU’RE ALSO REALLY HOT AND NOW MY HAND’S AROUND YOUR NECK AND YOUR STUPID FACE IS INCHES FROM MINE AND...screw it, i’m totally topping though don’t even try!!

Fuck buddies/booty calls 1/4: Rosalia Fuentes, TBA. Ada has nothing against sex workers and sees it as a reputable job like anything else, but like, girl is egotistic af and frankly sees the thought of paying for sex offensive of her skill set. These would basically just be her go-to people whenever she’s back in Amsterdam, and wants someone who’s just completely dtf from the moment they meet up rather than pursuing someone new.

Vampires with the same maker who she weirdly considers family despite hating the term: TBA. I just...love the idea of this? Like Umbrella Academy-esk sort of misfit family that would actually kill for each other.   

People who’s family members/loved ones she’s killed, not that they’d know it was actually her...Or if they do there’s no way to prove it: TBA. Just give me allll the angst!    

I would love you 5eva if you actually brought her Maker here. 

Her favourite blood doll: TBA. Same as the fuck buddies connection, but already pretty addicted to being bitten. Ada doesn’t mind paying for this sort of thing as much, though this would be someone who doesn’t make her pay for it even if they work as one, or maybe that’s not even what they do for a living? Basically an individual Ada would consider making personally her’s if she was around more consistently and didn’t run the risk of having them in constant withdrawal mode.   

Anything else you can think of, come at me!!

[green-eyeddragonfanfiction]

A Dance With the Devil: Part 1

Pairing: Incubus!Bucky x Reader Summary: You’ve been plagued recently by sexual dreams, all featuring the same man. He has long dark brown hair and piercing steel blue eyes. Every time, the dreams ends before you’re ever really satisfied (but, truly, you don’t think you would ever stop wanting more of the man). Then, one day, you see him in the waking world, and he seems to know every dirty thought and dream you’ve ever had about him. Warnings: Language (as always), smut, NSFW, 18+, porn gifs, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) Word Count: ~a lot I guess idk. Maybe 3k? A/N: I feel it’s only fair to warn all of you, this is porn. Plain and simple. There is almost no plot whatsoever, but I figured that the other three each had their own unique thing (unexpected/horror ending, sweet story w/ magical reader, heartbreak/bittersweetness, and so… we have smut). Enjoy, my pretties. This has been reposted after my original was deleted in the Great Tumblr Purge 2k18.

Masterlist // The Monster Series Collection // Next Part

“Yeah, baby, just like that,” he purred, holding his cock steady as you speared yourself on it. The stretch was delicious, making you moan loudly as he bottomed out inside of you.

“You take my cock so nice, Doll,” he murmured, reaching around to rub your clit gently as a reward.

“Oh god, please fuck me, master,” you pleaded, hips bucking against his hand.

“God isn’t the one inside of you, my little slut. But since you asked so nicely…” he said silkily, pulling his hips back slowly before snapping them forward again, making you cry out with pleasure. Every move inside of you was the epitome of pleasure, better than anyone you’d had before.

He fucked you relentlessly, setting a brutal pace that had you screaming your satisfaction in minutes. He grabbed your hips, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust forward, his balls slapping lewdly against you. He bent over you and took a nipple roughly in his grasp, pinching it almost painfully hard, causing you to mewl and arch your chest into his hand.

“Please- fuck- I’m so close. Don’t stop!” you begged, savoring the way his pace sped up at your words.

“You gonna be a good girl and cum for me, Doll?” he whispered in your ear before biting your earlobe.

You turned your head to look at him, capturing his lips with your own. His blue eyes never left yours as you nodded and begged, “Please, sir, I wanna cum. Want your cum in me,” you murmured, eyes pleading with him.

“You’re such a fucking slut. I love it,” he said, grinning wickedly. His lips latched onto your shoulder, sucking hard enough to leave love bites. You gasped in mingled pain and pleasure as he bit your neck before soothing it with a lick.

His fingers on your clit picked up their pace and you felt yourself nearing your climax. You reached behind you and gently cupped his balls, causing him to murmur praises in your ear, and you felt yourself about to-

     BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP  

You sat up in your bed, suddenly wide awake. You turned and glared at your phone, which was blaring that god awful alarm.

“Just when I was about to get to the good part…” you muttered angrily, fighting the urge to throw the thing against your wall. You angrily jammed your finger on the Dismiss Alarm button and groaned, flopping backwards onto your bed. Maybe you could just… go back to sleep and hope to pick up the dream where you’d left off?

Bah, that never fucking worked, and you had to get to work if you wanted enough money for food this month.

You wiped a hand over your face, glaring at the sun shining merrily through the window. You were tired. In fact, you were always tired nowadays. You attributed it to the fitful sleep the man in your dreams caused. You weren’t sure exactly when you started dreaming about him, but you enjoyed yourself immensely every time he made an appearance in your dreams… which was every night.

You groaned and got up from bed and went to get ready for your day.

You gazed around the room, base-filled music pounding in your ears. Monsters from almost every species you’d ever heard of were dancing around you, unaware of the perfectly tasty main course in their midst. You still weren’t entirely sure how’d you’d been convinced to come in here. You’d lost Wanda a while ago and you sincerely hoped you wouldn’t end up dead tonight.

The conversation had gone something like this:

“I refuse,” you said bluntly, glaring at your friend, Wanda.

“Come on, it’ll be fine! They won’t know you’re human!” she insisted.

You see, Wanda was a witch. A powerful one, at that. You’d become her friend after a particularly harrowing escape from a vampire together and had been inseparable ever since. She was now trying to convince you to come with her to a supernatural-creatures-only night club, but you weren’t biting.

“Wanda, they’ll spot me from a mile away. Or, if they have ‘wolves at the door, smell me,” you said, crossing your arms obstinately.

“Please, (Y/N)! I’ll mask you! It’ll be fun I promise!” she pleaded, falling on her hands and knees, looking, frankly, a bit pathetic.

You groaned, rolling your eyes. “Fine, but you’ll owe me. Now, stop grovelling. It’s beneath you.”

She leaped up and cheered in excitement then quickly ran off, dragging you behind her to get ready for your night out on the town.

So now, here you were. At a club full of supernatural beings, at least half of which would eat you in a heartbeat if they knew you were there.

To Wanda’s credit, though, she’d done a spectacular job of hiding your true identity; Not even the werewolves guarding the door had sniffed twice.

That was, until a familiar set of eyes caught your attention from across the room.

He was staring directly at you, blue-grey eyes trained on you like a hawk watching its prey. The smirk on his lips was just as familiar as his eyes, and you felt heat pool between your thighs at the sight of him.

You knew that people in dreams were people you saw in day-to-day life, but to see him here, of all places-

You stood, frozen, as he gracefully got up from the table in the corner he’d been sitting at, and made his way over to you. He dodged people easily, cutting a path straight to you. A small voice in the back of your mind told you to run, but it was silenced by the other hundreds of voices telling you to run to him; throw yourself at him, even.

Before you knew it he was in front of you, wicked smile on his face. He leaned down until his mouth was by your ear; you could feel his warm breath caress your neck and you shuddered involuntarily.

“Hello, pet. How did you get in here?” he asked quietly, breath tickling your ear.

You felt your blood drain from your face. “H-how did you-” you sputtered, turning to look at him, shocked. How could he know you didn’t belong here?

“Oh, come now, Doll. You think I wouldn’t recognize you after all the fun we have together on a nightly basis?” he asked, tucking a piece of your loose hair behind your ear. His fingertips brushed against your skin lightly and you sighed happily at the contact, however brief it was.

You tried to focus on his words, though just being around him seemed to dull every sense you had and muddle your train of thought.

“What do you mean? I’ve never met you before in my life,” you said, brows furrowing in confusion. I mean, sure, you had a dirty mind, but those were dreams. He wasn’t making any sense. Then again, how often did you hear guys nowadays calling girls “Doll”?

He tsked at you, eyes turning hard as he gazed down at you. “Now, pet. You know how I feel about lyin’,” he chastised, fingertips trailing from your cheek down your neck, lingering over the spot which the man in the dream had sucked a hickey onto your skin. It felt tender under his fingers, as though there really was a bruise there and your hand flew to your neck, covering it self consciously.

“I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong person,” you said, turning on your heel to leave. The tiny animalistic part of your brain was telling you to run, and run fast.

He was in front of you a half second later, head tilted to the side as he regarded you. You froze, looking up at him, your eyes wide with fear. His gaze softened at your expression and he reached towards you slowly, giving you time to move away. You were too terrified to move, and he cupped your cheek gently with his hand. “You don’t need to be afraid of me, Doll. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to,” he promised, stroking your cheek gently. “Do you understand that?” he asked, eyebrows raised in question.

“Yes,” you murmured, unable to look away from his enchanting blue eyes. You felt yourself take a step forward, but you hadn’t told your body to move. It was like he was an irresistible force and you weren’t sure if you even wanted to try and resist.

He leaned closely to you, voice quiet in your ear. “Now, I think there’s been a misunderstanding. You do know me, Doll. You know me quite well, in fact; intimately, even. Just like I know every nook and cranny of your body, and just how to bring you the pleasure you so crave,” he purred, other arm sneaking around your waist to pull you slowly to his broad chest. Your heart pounded in your ribcage as you listened to his words. Could he really be the man from your dreams? It seemed the only logical explanation, even though it was illogical on principle.

You inhaled his heady scent deeply; even that was the same. It made you dizzy and you leaned farther into his embrace, relaxing. “Ah, yes. There we go,” he said, smiling widely. “You know I’m right, don’t you?” he asked, using his index finger to tilt your chin up so you were looking straight into his eyes.

You nodded, smiling warmly up at him. “Master is always right,” you said devoutly, standing up on your toes to plant a kiss on his neck.

He pushed you back gently but firmly, making you frown. Had you done something wrong?

“Not here, love,” he said, placing a kiss to your forehead. “As much as I love a good show, I don’t want the bottom feeders in here getting any ideas,” he said, glowering around at the assembled monsters in the room. “Come with me, Doll. The pleasure I bring you in your dreams pales in comparison to the real me,” he said, hands roaming down your back. One gave your ass a squeeze and the other snuck around the front to rub your core through your jeans. Your fingers gripped his shirt, knees suddenly weak. “Do you want to come with me? I’ll bring you unimaginable pleasure,” he cooed, planting kisses on your neck and shoulder. You nodded eagerly, fingers tangling in his hair and he chuckled against your skin. “I need to hear you say it, pet,” he purred as one of his hands slipped under your jeans and began teasing you through your underwear.

“I want to go with you. Please, I want you,” you said, biting back the moan in your throat.

His lips were on yours a half second later and he forced his tongue in your mouth, claiming it for his own. You moaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“(Y/N)! No!” you heard Wanda yell. In your lusty haze you turned and stared at her, head tilted in confusion. He turned and smiled devilishly at her, eyes completely black.

“You should keep a better watch over your playthings, witch,” he said darkly, looking her in the eye as he snapped his fingers and the two of you vanished from the club.

“That was a demon, (Y/N),” she said incredulously, staring at the spot you’d just been. “You just sold your soul to a demon!” she despaired, hands flying to her face in horror. She’d just doomed you for eternity.

You were aware enough of your surroundings to recognize the room; it was the one you were always in with him in your dreams. The large bed felt just like you remembered, and you stretched out on the silky sheets, reveling in the feeling.

“I take it you remember this place?” he asked, smiling as he laid down beside you, already shirtless.

You turned to him and smiled, placing kisses on his chest as you nodded. He sighed happily at your attention, moving you onto his lap as he scooted up the bed and leaned against the headboard.

“You’re my favorite, you know. It’s why I visit you every night,” he said, burying his face in your neck. “Do you remember my name, Doll?” he asked, peppering light kisses over your skin as his hands roamed under your shirt, rough fingers mapping every inch of your skin.

“James,” you breathed, head thrown back in ecstasy.

“Oh, you remembered! I’m proud of you,” he praised, pulling your shirt over your head.

You reached behind you and unclasped your bra as his hands traveled down to your hips. He pulled you down onto him and gave a slow roll of his hips, making you squirm with need as his cock pressed against your clothed core. You threw your bra to the side, exposing your breasts. He smiled at the sight, and leaned forward, taking a nipple into his mouth. A gasp flew from your lips as his tongue swirled around it and one of his hands reached up, pinching it and rolling it between his fingers. You arched forward, needing more, and ground your hips against him, pulling a low groan from him that rumbled in his chest.

Your fingers ran over the hard planes of his chest, worshiping every inch of it. He was right, even this was better than in your dreams. He felt real and solid beneath you and if he felt this good now-

“Patience, Doll, I know what you’re thinking. We’ll get there soon,” he purred, smirking up at you as he took a nipple between his teeth and nibbled at it gently, causing a moan to escape your lips. “Get up and take everything off, Doll,” he said, relinquishing his grip on your breasts.

“Yes, sir,” you whispered and stood without hesitation, though you missed the feel of him between your legs. You tore at the button with every intention of ripping them off as quickly as possible, but his voice stopped you. “Nuh uh, (Y/N). Slowly,” he said, grinning wickedly at you as he pulled his jeans off and began rubbing his cock through his boxers.

You bit your lip, desire coursing through your veins. He looked delectable laying there, and it took every ounce of your self control to strip slowly.

You made a show of it, knowing it was what he wanted, running your hands slowly down your body before you undid the button, on your jeans. You stared him in the eyes as you slowly lowered the zipper, rubbing your legs together in a desperate attempt to provide some friction for your aching core.

Zipper undone, your hands went to your hips where they slipped in the waistband of your jeans and you slowly- oh, so slowly- shimmied them over your hips, down your thighs, and to the ground. You stepped gracefully out of them, eyes never leaving his except to glance at the erection straining against the thin cloth of his boxers.  

“Not done yet, baby,” he chastised, giving you an expectant look. You snapped out of the daze you hadn’t realized you’d been in. You’d been groping your breast without realizing it, your nipple pinched between your middle and index finger.

You reached down to the flimsy fabric of your underwear, fingers playfully dipping in and out of the fabric. He smirked at you, obviously enjoying the show. “Does that feel good, pet?” he asked, eyeing you hungrily.

“Yes, master,” you murmured, fighting the urge to run your fingers over your clit and through your wet folds. He was letting you have this little pleasure, but that would be crossing a line and you knew it. You turned your back on him and slid your underwear down slowly, bending over so he had a clear view of your soaked lips. You kicked them off, and turned back slowly, eyes full of desire.

He grinned wickedly as he took in your naked body, drinking in every inch of your bare skin. “Even more beautiful in person,” he murmured as he threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood, walking towards you, still stroking his cock through his boxers. “My turn, Doll,” he said, reluctantly letting go of his dick.

You sunk to your knees almost reverently, running your fingers over his chest as you went. You kissed his cock through the fabric, smiling with satisfaction when it twitched due to your attention. He carded his fingers through your hair, and pushed your face gently but firmly closer to himself. You didn’t need any more of a signal. You tugged his boxers down and his cock sprung free, swinging heavily between his legs. He stepped out of them and smiled down at you.

“Do you wanna taste it?” he asked, smiling benevolently down at you.

You nodded eagerly, mouth practically salivating at the sight of the pearly drop of precum on the tip.

“Open up, then, Doll,” he commanded, hand coming down to wrap itself around his thick member. You obliged, opening your mouth widely, and he guided it slowly between your lips. His other hand was tangled in your hair, holding you still.

You licked the precum from the slit, moaning at the taste; It was absolutely amazing. You sucked greedily at his tip, wanting more. He groaned softly, obviously trying his best to stay still while you got used to his size.

When you took so much of him into your mouth that he hit the back of your throat, he stopped trying. “Relax your jaw, pet,” he warned. You had a second to follow his command before he thrust forward, shoving his cock down your throat. You fought the urge to gag against the sudden feeling, but he pulled back a second later. “Damn, Doll. You’re so good,” he murmured before thrusting back in again. You were ready for it this time and had to admit it was easier to take the second time. His other hand joined the first in your hair and he set a slow, sensual pace as he fucked your mouth and throat. You moaned against his cock and the added vibrations made him groan in pleasure. “Yeah, baby, that’s it. I love seeing your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock like that,” he praised, looking down at you hungrily. One of your hands moved to gently cup his balls, the other playing with your nipples.

He pulled out of your mouth suddenly and you nearly followed the movement, missing the feeling of his cock in your mouth, but he pulled you up and, with inhuman speed, bent you over the edge of the bed. You turned to look at him, confused, but a split second later his fingers were teasing your folds, making you gasp and buck into his hand. He massaged the entrance of your ass gently, making you look back at him in concern. Even in your dreams you’d never-

He smiled warmly at you and you immediately felt yourself relax a little. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll save it for another day. I’m just going to give you a taste,” he said wickedly as he slipped a finger in your ass and another into your pussy. You crumpled the sheets in your fists, shoving yourself back onto his hand with a moan. It felt so damn good. You felt so full, so full of him. “So greedy,” he said, admiring the way you were fucking yourself on his fingers.

With a smooth movement, he switched his fingers around until two were in your cunt and you whimpered at the loss from your ass, making him chuckle. “Another time. I promise,” he said, moving his other hand to massage your ass, spanking you lightly every few seconds.

His fingers worked themselves in and out of you, getting drenched in your slick juices. You squirmed, moaning as his fingers brushed your g spot. His fingers were so good, but you needed more. You needed-

“I hear you, Doll,” he said, smiling down at you. He slipped his fingers from your soaking heat and popped them in his mouth, licking them clean. He moaned at the taste, eyes fluttering with pleasure. “You taste even better than I’d imagined,” he said wickedly. Before you knew what was happening, you were on your back and he was over you, kissing you passionately on the lips. He spread your legs open wide as he placed himself firmly between them. His tongue invaded your mouth and you let him; you were his to command, after all.

He broke the kiss after a moment, gaze lustful. “Beg for it,” he commanded, teasing his head against your entrance. “Tell me how much you want it,” he cooed, nibbling on the shell of you ear.

“I want you so damn much, master. I’ve wanted you like this since our first night together. I’ve dreamed of you fucking me for months. I need you inside of me; need you to make me yours,” you pleaded, gasping as he ground his cock over your clit.

“You’re already mine,” he growled, kissing you hard on the lips as he entered you slowly. He broke the kiss, smiling wickedly at the thoughts running through your head as his cock stretched you out. “You didn’t ever let on that you were a virgin… my lucky day,” he murmured, moving to your neck to suck love bites into it as he began fucking you at a steady pace. His hips were slamming into you so hard that he had to hold you in place.

  “Master, your cock’s so good! I feel so full,” you moaned, hands playing with your breasts.

“You take it so good, my little cock slut,” he praised, hips snapping into yours.

“Always want you in me,” you said, moaning as his hips met yours again and again and again, the lewd sound of skin hitting skin filling the room.

“Oh, little pet. I intend to never stop fucking you,” he said, groaning as he plowed into you.

You smiled blissfully. “Thank you, master. Fuck, thank you!” you gasped, release coiling tightly in your lower stomach.

“Feel that?” he asked, fingers ghosting over your clit, putting you one step closer to your orgasm. You nodded eagerly, wanting him to know how good he made you feel. “You’re gonna cum all over my cock soon, aren’t you?” he asked, hips snapping into yours.

“Yes, sir!” you moaned.

“If you cum without my permission I won’t cum inside of you,” he warned, speeding up his already unrelenting pace. “Understand?” he murmured, kissing a line down your neck to your breasts. He sucked a nipple in your mouth, steel blue eyes looking at you expectantly.

“Won’t cum. I promise,” you said, breathless. You didn’t want to disappoint him, but you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold out.

He smiled at you, seemingly satisfied. He grabbed one of your legs and tilted you a little, somehow managing to get even deeper in you at the new angle, immediately putting your promise to the test.

You guessed he was getting close; his hips were beginning to stutter in their rhythm. Then, his hand flew to your clit and began rubbing it in small circles. “Cum for me, Doll,” he said, blue eyes locking onto yours.

The order was all you needed and you came on his cock, walls fluttering around his throbbing dick. You screamed his name, how much you loved him inside of you, how much you needed him. With a grunt, he was cumming, thick ropes of cum painting the inside of your walls, his cock twitching with the release. He pulled out of you a moment later and collapsed heavily on top of you. He turned his head to the side and peppered your temple and cheek with kisses.

You giggled, turning your head to catch his lips with your own. You kissed lazily, post-sex haze satisfying the two of you for the moment.

“I’m keeping you forever,” he murmured, rolling on his side, and pulled you to his chest. You snuggled against it, loving the warmth he provided against the chilly air.

You were tired, so tired. You looked up at him and gasped. His eyes had turned completely black.

He sensed your unease and frowned. “I’m an incubus, babe. Sex demon. Normally, what we just did would have killed you. Lucky for you, I’ve taken a liking to you. We’re going to be having fun together for a very, very long time,” he said, hands venturing down your body.

“I don’t care what you are,” you murmured, gently brushing his hair out of his face. His eyes flicked back to their piercing blue and he smiled brilliantly at you.

He lifted your leg and his cock prodded at your entrance gently before he sheathed himself completely inside of you. His mouth found your neck and he bit hard enough to draw blood, making you gasp from the mingled pain and pleasure.

Yes, you would have fun with your James for a long, long time.

Next Part

[myaekingheart]

I've been slacking on documenting these but I figure now is as good a time as any so here goes.

I don't remember what night this was from, I think this was about a week or so ago, but I dreamed that my boyfriend and I were horseback riding through the woods, probably the imaginary forest I envisioned as the woods in Galma while writing my Narnia fanfic. I was on this horse that looked like Spirit but it was a female and she was named Appaloosa. I feel like there was perhaps some sort of tragedy or battle that ensued, something like that, because I remember extending my arm out to my horse and screaming her name as if we were being separated but that part's hazy and it's been a while so I don't totally remember.

The rest of these dreams are from this past week.

I think this one was from Tuesday or Wednesday night. It wasn't anything too special except that I was in my apartment and somehow a mouse had gotten in and was running around on the floor and I remember panicking and screaming, having no idea what the fuck to do, climbing on furniture like a scared little bitch. I was basically being incredibly pathetic and cliche about it but then again at the same time, I unfortunately can't think of anything else I'd do in such a situation.

This was Thursday night, I think. I remember walking up this dark, cement stairwell with a group of some other people, I don't exactly remember who. There was a door immediately at the top of the stairs and when we entered through it, we were in this very small and tall room the likes of which reminded me of an indoor tennis court, but only in construction. The design/decor itself was very, very different. The walls were a vivid blue with fake clouds projected onto them, and immediately upon entering we were met with a very narrow strip of fake shore made of very yellow sand (the same shade as cornmeal) backed up by an indoor tidal pool. The water of the tidal pool was roughly the same color as the walls, maybe a little lighter, and was completely opaque so that when you stepped in, you couldn't see a single thing under the surface with you. I remember wading into the water alongside the cast of what I presume was some cheap Beethoven knockoff, and as I stood there in the tidal pool staring up at the weird sky-projected walls and fake beach, there was a Golden Retriever swimming beside me. This was honestly perhaps the most comforting thing about this dream, the dog was, and I think that was the whole reason why I thought the other people were the cast of some bizarre Beethoven knockoff-- I remember hearing a man who looked like the father in the movie (and by extension, one of my uncles) utter that line from the movie "We're not really dog people." I don't know, it was really bizarre and made no sense but it didn't stop there. I was floating nearer and further to the shore at the mercy of the currents when I discovered sitting near the water in a fold-out beach chair was none other than Christopher Lloyd. He was watching us swim and such and it was during this time that I realized that as I floated, I had zero control over when and where I went and in my right hand I was holding my beloved childhood doll. I called her Baby Doll and she was a plush toy with a plastic head and painted on features-- to anyone else, she would probably be considered creepy, especially with how tattered she is after so many years of wear and tear. I still hold her very close to my heart, though, which made it all the worse when I floated back toward the shore only for Christopher Lloyd to reach out, snatch the doll from me, and twist her little head as if he planned to twist it off her body. I fought the current and scrambled my way up to him, furious, and started cursing him out I think, and said something along the lines of "Go get the Delorean so I can go back in time and stop you from doing that!" The more I think about it now, the more I realize I should've, if I didn't, say something about shoving my foot up his ass at 88mph. Not that I personally have anything against Christopher Lloyd, of course, I think he's great and I'd love to meet him someday, just the dream version of him was being a total dick and I couldn't believe he would do such a thing. Later on in the dream, there was something about Pop figures-- I was sitting in a living room, though I can't remember if it was my own or that of my house up north or that of my grandparent's old house but I was sitting on the floor going through stacks of boxes of Pop figures and I remember opening one that was the Delorean-- just the Delorean, nothing else, but it was very cartoon-y like it came out of Who Framed Roger Rabbit? or something. I already have a Pop figure Delorean that came with my Marty McFly and apparently this was just the same in the dream because I remember thinking to myself that this one I had just unboxed was absolute crap in quality compared to the other one, and then I think I said this out loud perhaps in the direction of Christopher Lloyd like maybe it was from him? I can't remember. I just know I held a lot of contempt for him in my dream and was very salty about practically everything that had happened.

It was last night's dream that had the greatest effect on me, though. It was perhaps the most vivid and unnerving out of all of them and it has had me dazed and uncomfortable for the entire day. The beginning is hazy, but I remember slowly waking up in my own bed and I think I found out through a bunch of panicked and heartbroken facebook posts that one of my cousins had died. One cousin in particular, who just recently had, like, his millionth surgery. Okay, so it wasn't nearly that much but he's had a lot of surgeries for a persistent health issue in the past few years. But anyways, I stirred awake to find a bunch of facebook posts that he had died, they were all incredibly emotional and I swear I must've had a panic attack in my dream, I could feel my heart race in my chest and my stomach churn, I couldn't believe something like that was happening. Nothing felt real and yet everything felt a little too real. I remember being on the phone with my mom, who was totally hysterical just freaking the fuck out. I think one of the worst things about this dream, though, was after I got ready in a complete haze, I remember being in a dimly lit room, very tunnel-visioned but I could tell there were medium-tone wood accents everywhere and I knew we were in a church. I was standing before an open coffin lit by candles on tall, black, spindly candleholders and in that coffin was the lifeless body of my cousin, eyes closed and hands folded on his chest like all stereotypical dead people lay. I remember feeling panicked and terrified, something was rising in my throat at the sight of it. It was the same sort of horror I felt when my grandpa died and I was there in the same room as his dead body for four hours straight, except this had a different tone of eerieness to it because unlike my grandpa who was realistically dead with eyes wide open and a mouth that refused to shut, this was polished death. This was a young man lying in a suit in a coffin looking peaceful but cold and lifeless. I hesitated before reaching in and taking his cold, dead hand and everything went dizzy. I've never touched a dead body before-- I've always been far too scared to-- so I don't know why I felt tempted to take his hand in mine for a split second but it was too much to handle. Everything was too much to handle. It was just all so bizarre and discomforting, and so insanely realistic. I remember I kept waking up to check the clock, fearing I was going to miss my alarm and oversleep, and every time I woke up, I kept reminding myself "Oh shit, right, my cousin's dead" as if reality and subconsicousness were overlapping. The minute I woke up for real, I was so freaked out about it that I scoured facebook and instagram and any other social media outlet I have family on for proof that what I dreamed was a complete lie, that my cousin wasn't really dead. I'm not even very close to him, we don't speak much but we have some similar interests and I remember playing with him at my aunt and uncle's house frequently as a little kid. Regardless of how infrequently we may speak now, though, I know that if he ever was to die, I would be heartbroken and certainly upset about it. I haven't been able to stop thinking about that nightmare all day, though. It's been haunting me, I've been in such a creeped out daze. It also didn't help that Cellar Door by Escape the Fate kept playing on my playlist today, which is already one of those songs that makes me feel very intense things when I hear it, especially the repeated line "It's so wrong." Yeah, didn't help my case here at all. I don't know, it was just all really intense and I wish it had never happened in the first place because it was quite frankly probably one of the worst dreams-- no, nightmares-- I've ever had in my entire life.