4 james

welcome to castlejames, a castle where it's only you and james without any other parasite living inside your brain. this castle is specifically for 18+ fem!reader. no pedophile, incest/stepcest, scat and vomit enjoyer are allow in this castle! you can call me sien and i'm 04 liner!

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚false angel,wrong god

it was an accident i'd be ur first follower so ake sure to discout that vote

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a little venting: i started writing taboo fic first before a casual/normal or angsty smut back a long time ago as my trauma coping, and ik some people would also find comfort in that kind of fiction. also, i feel like there's not much representation for the Dead Dove Do Not Eat blog for james(if there's some lmk i wanna follow!)

hi hi!!! omg thank you so much this literally made my day🥹❤️❤️ this is so sweet and kind of you

thats all im gonna say...

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he always has his latex gloves on because he knows the smell and sensation of them easily turn you on, especially when he grabs your chin in them

he's a little bit sadist, he loves to trail the hypodermic needle on your skin, especially on your sensitive spot like neck, around your nipples, and stomach

loves to be a little bit disgusting, where he would lick and kiss the blood on your knees or your elbows (doesn't matter if it's during role-plays where you mix corn syrup and artificial crimson red color or actual blood, james enjoys it all)

use a wraparound bandage as a blindfold because james loves to be creative with it

since both of you have somnophilia, james usually gives you zolpidem, telling you to rest and let him do all the mends, aka eating you out while you're sleeping in a patient gown

he calls you a good girl everytime you obey him, opening your mouth wide, swallowing his cum as your gaze locks with his, and not crying when he enters you roughly

calling him "doctor james" is the easiest thing you could do to harden his dick

he would examine your full naked body as you lay on the bed, inspecting your pussy thoroughly. he enjoys watching you arch your back every single time his hand lies on you

sometimes he prefers you to be the nurse instead of the patient. fucking you from behind, with his hand in a latex glove, covering your mouth to add more thrill. "need the patients smell my cum on you"

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requested by 🫧 anon

⋆˚࿔⋆: dead dove do not eat—psychological horror, self-harm, graphic injury, mention of blood, unhealthy and toxic relationship, dubcon undertone, captivity, degradation language, emotional abuse, manipulation, power imbalance,mdni, lmk if i miss some important tags!

superheroes would sacrifice themselves to save a world or people they love. vilains would sacrifice everything to make their loved ones happy. but james is neither a superhero nor a villain. he is a different species. he would destroy himself, anything that could harm you. even if you decided to hurt yourself in any way, he wouldn't hesitate to vanish you too. he doesn't hesitate to destroy anything to gain his own pleasure.

it's complex, but it's clear that he doesn't want anyone or anything to hurt or please you when he's the one who can be everything for you all at once.

you were only a nurse assigned to assist him back then in the psychiatric hospital. you helped him clean himself, monitored him, and gave him medicine on time, but he's unhealthily obsessed with you and despises seeing you take care of others.

"excuse me for a second. it's time for your medicine."

"you should just take care of me."

"i need to take care of others too, james."

"how do i make you focus on me only?"

that was the first conversation between you and him. he admitted to the hospital due to uncontrollable self-harm. he eventually would cut himself, smashing his head or knees against the wall every time he didn't get what he wanted. almost every part of his body was full of scars and fresh bruises except for his face. his face was clean; not a single cut existed. not until a few seconds after the first conversation. you were out of words and couldn't think of what to reply to his question. while james had been staring at the fork on the overbed table. it took him exactly a minute to slit his mouth using that fork, making you scream and tremble on the floor. it was sudden and quick because he would never think twice when the decision had already been made in his corrupted mind.

"do you still want to take care of others and not me?"

your terror-scream filled the ward before the sound of rushing footsteps belonged to nurses, doctors, and security guards taking over. james let out a sinister laugh, his cheek smudged with blood all over, staining the hospital bedsheet and his patient gown too. somebody pulled you away from the bed while the others were restraining him. james never fought back. he was just smiling for the whole time.

years passed. james isn't in the ward, and you're not a nurse anymore. instead, you're stuck somewhere in a small lodge far from your hometown, with james acting as your supervisor, or saviour, or torturer; you can't tell.

"does your chest hurt everytime you see this scar?"

james asked, monotone, as he pointed to the healed scar on his left cheek. he knows the answer but he loves to hear it from your own mouth. since you can still talk properly, no stitch or wound blocking you from opening your mouth wide to answer him.

"yes."

"come here."

he commanded as he patted his lap for you to sit on it. you moved slowly towards him before he gently took your wrist and pulled you on top of him. securing your body by hugging your waist using his one hand while the other was pressing the cigarette into the ashtray.

"james?"

he hummed gently as a response before he took another puff from the cigarette.

"you can stop paying me."

james eyebrow twitched.

"and why is that?"

your fingers clench at the edge of the dress hem as you think the proper way to express your words without making him mad.

"it's been years, and i'm not your nurse anymore."

james burst into a laugh, accompanied by a few coughs as he was almost choking from laughing and smoking at the same time. he presses his cig for the last time in the ash tray. both of his hands are now set on your thighs.

"i'm not paying you for that. you're my pretty doll..."

he whispers in your right ear before his hand travels lower, entering your dress.

or should i call you my pretty prostitute instead?"

james's words immediately brought you to tears.

"you can't tell me you don't like it when you voluntarily surrender yourself to me."

"emotionally...

and sexually."

your tears mean nothing to him when he is an apathetic man.

he caresses your thigh gently with his calloused fingertips before he goes back to your clothed pussy, fingers swiftly enter your panties before he strokes your fold, fingertips busy finding your clit. you let out a small whimper, your body tweak everytime james fingers roam on your body.

and he loves that. watching and feeling you shaking under his touch as if it was your first time.

"c'mon now, it's not your first time taking it from me."

james cooed. you have no time to respond and james has no time to wait to do more. his other hand slid under your dress, exposing your thighs, and swiftly landed on your breasts. he squeezed them hard as he used his left fingers inside you.

"ahhh—

fuck, james!"

you reaction and your moan only make his dick hard and hurt that james needs to pull out his shorts immediately before he shoves his dick in you from behind. both of his hands move to your waist, guiding your hips to be in sync with his movement. every thrust is followed by your uncontrollable and messy moan.

most of the time, he would do you rough so that it would make you bleed. then, he would comfort you, treat you with tenderness afterwards, help you clean yourself, and hug you until you finally fall asleep. and maybe that's why you found comfort and ease during that moment.

"you shouldn't be scared of me. it feels good to be with me, right?"

you nodded your head without letting him finish his sentence. a subtle smile was painted on james' face. he gave a quick peck on your left shoulder.

"excuse me for a second. it's time for your medicine."

the phrase sounds familiar. except you can't really remember when you heard it.

outside of gotham (⋆˚࿔⋆: dead dove do not eat—psychological horror, self-harm, graphic injury, mention of blood, unhealthy and toxic relationship, dubcon undertone, captivity, degradation language, emotional abuse, manipulation, power imbalance,)

med play (headcanon, self-indulgent work)

dolled up (dom!james with dubcon undertone, this one belong to false angel wrong god series)

kill bill (trigger warning to be updated)

another sub!james smut

after dinner smut

i have a few more drafts but those seem awful and boring, and i'll not release them.

also can i be an emoji so u can recognize me in the future (🫧)? i love ur content and u seem so sweet

i'm glad to have you here!! omg welcome 🫧

sien's note: this is lowkey ass but i wanna clear my draft so enjoy sub!james as i'm preparing a thing for dom!james ><

james loves to play dumb with you. he adores it when you teach him the essentials of economics in your soft voice, eyes moving back and forth between the textbook and his face. he really admires how you manage to make him feel dumb, even though he is one of the smartest students in the class. he also likes how you don't notice when he purposely acts clueless and how you answer every single one of his questions sincerely, full of enthusiasm, without a doubt.

until it comes to a point.

where james can't differentiate whether he is actually playing or genuinely dense when it comes to you.

he starts to feel heat, blood rushing straight down to his dick when you're explaining. sometimes, he feels ashamed that he gets turned on by the way you teach him, until one night, he can't hide it anymore.

"are you even listening to me?"

your question strikes through james' ears. he mumbles a little apology because his mind obviously went somewhere else. the thought of you pinning his face down on the table, pegging him from behind as you praise him, calling him a good boy while you stroke his hair. the image of you doing him dirty, like taunting his bold and fierce look on the outside, but inside, he is just a weak man who needs to be controlled and dominated. james is actually desperate to whine and moan under your touch.

"you're not paying attention at all."

"sorry."

you let out a big sigh before putting away your textbook and pen. again. james is apologizing. you look at him in disbelief. he has never acted like this before. usually, he would focus during the tutor session.

"how many times do you want to say sorry?"

james bites his bottom lip as he fidgets with his ballpoint pen, his eyes wandering around the room, acting clueless.

"what the fuck is wrong with you, james? are you on drugs?"

"if you're annoyed at me that much, please punish me."

his words catch you off guard. you genuinely think he is either drunk or on drugs, but not until he suddenly gets off his seat and walks towards you, gently grabs your wrist and brings your fingers to his lips. his hot breath subtly brushes against your fingertips.

"if i ever did anything wrong to you, let me make it right."

"james, what are you doing?"

his sudden attitude and actions not only surprise you but also make something inside you twitch. it makes you feel hot. it makes your pussy throb. it's definitely out of the blue, but you can't deny that you also enjoy the power he gives you to control him.

"i don't know. what do you think?"

he comments as he tenderly gives a peck on your fingertips. his gaze never once leaves yours. you search for a hint of joking on his face; there is none. you take a quick glance at his test pad; there's no note on it. it is blank on purpose. the tension rises higher; you just pretend, trying your best to ignore it, though you're gradually sweating.

"you're testing my patience."

you reply as you try to remove his grip from your wrist. he lets it slide easily because it is easy for him to get on his knees on the ground anyway. your jaw finally drops. the sound of his knees clashing against the cold floor makes your heart race. the whole situation makes you almost lose your mind. once again, you ask james what he is doing, but this time, your tone sounds more concerned. he stares at you through his lashes, watching every single tiny detail of your reaction with a sultry look.