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[castlejames]

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

[castlejames]

WAIT I JUST REALISED YOU'RE SIEN???!!!! GOSH NO WONDER THE RELIGIOUS THEME FANFIC ARE SO GOOD!!! I MISS YOUR TABOO WORKS SO MUCH ON ALTERSIN (i wish you still write on that acc) your works make me feel safe ily thank you for be brave for writing such themes

stop anon you wanna make me cry😣ngl i lowkey miss that account too:( i'm glad that my works make you and others who relate or have such trauma feel safe, though i wish nobody experienced those things irl! i'm thinking about deactivating that account, but it's so meaningful to me and i believe for a few of you too❤️‍🩹 anyway, im glad that you found me back here anon!! ilysm too!

[jjamiesmess]

James Cortis Fics rec for the ladies

(Warning: smut police may skip the post, or maybe my acc too)

MRS Dot ZHAO by @octoberdeaths (heavy angst, my fav i love this sm)

Lieuntenant by @ptolemaeiia (smut w plot, my 2nd fav, idk ilove husband james sm)

the aftermath by @lvlyynim (smut)

Let your hubby handle it by @malaqkittycat (smut, another hubby fic)

Wait... Mom? by @ghostlylittlemoths (fluff)

Accidently domestic by @soft4changbin (fluff mum of cortis again)

Love codes by @yshoons

Every Season by @lalouijotte (angst, slowburn)

Snowy Days by @cortismoonmoon (fluff)

his stupid bunny by @kiswritting (smut.)

claustrophilia by @castlejames (smut, this writer is wild <3)

send the pain below by @cranialberry (love the hockey player james agenda)

Silly Lover by @adult-kinda (fluff, smut)

date night gone wrong by @kiswritting (smut.)

Same key by @hyuneskkami (fluff)

Your lips My lips by @hyuneskkami (fluff)

Ex bf by @ciaomnhe (angst)

he plays on the court; i play on his bed by @dearhyul (makeout, cheating; warning- don't cheat fckers)

i know by @wonton88 (angst)

can't take my eyes off you by @gawainterlude

(.) by @noirlith (smut)

(.) by @bunbroke (domestic)

New year by @bunbroke (fluff)

(no title) by @bunbroke (angst)

Soft Hours by @bamieess (period comfort for the monthly blood sacrifice ladies

(.) by @nodoubtily (smut.)

will update more

[castlejames]

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[castlejames]

omfg i read everything you wrote including the non-religion smut and ngl you're so fucking genius i need more people to read your works!! my fav work of you so far is magnolia and peach and karma!! i'm curious about your fav works too

you're wayy too sweet omg thank you so much😭🤍🤍🤍 i'm glad that you like them because i genuinely enjoy writing those two><

my fav work in this blog so far is definitely fallen rosary. it took me around 4 hours to finish it because i don't wanna keep it in draft and wanted to finish it in one night. idk how to explain but fallen rosary feels like home to me

[castlejames]

noah's ark: zhao james

☆*⁀‧₊˚ religious imagery and (some) metaphor, blasphemy, religious and grey line theme, best friends to lover, heavy angst, forbidden romance, morally messy but consensual intimacy, ownership language, infidelity-adjacent tension, mdni

the news of you going to marry the pastor's son from the metropolitan is not only breaking your heart but also your one and only best friend, james. growing up together in the seaside village, building sandcastles together after bible's reading sessions, cry and sleeping on each other's arms, it's impossible for him to let you go.

and it's not one-sided. both of you knew, though none of you officially confessed. as both of you grow, both of you try your best to not spend your time until late at night alone; both of you try to limit the skin contact, and both of you try to not get nervous when one catches another staring. you believe, it was hormonal changes that made both of you not behave like a child anymore. and for james, he believes both of you were cowards, thinking that one confession might ruin the 'bestfriend' title.

until one night, the day before your wedding, you ran to the old beach cottage where both of you used to stay after collecting seashells, and if you were lucky, you would find an ammonite and asked james to turn it into a charm.

the cottage still looks the same since james always keeps it clean while you're busy doing diakonia. he's not surprised that you still doing charity or any services for the name of god, he knows how devoted you are to your religion. sometimes, he wished he was as devoted as you, but he can't see himself forgetting god for slowly taking you from him and trying to unite you with one of his pawns, that pastor's son.

and that's a thing he never wanted you to know.

"you're not supposed to be here. you're about to be someone's wife tomorrow."

james told you as soon as you entered the small cottage. watching you casually walk in and sit at the edge of his bed stings his heart. as if you just want to rub in his face about the fact you're getting married. and that's just what he thought because there's no way you're going to marry someone that is a stranger and unknown to you.

"james?" you called. how he loves the way you always called his name in the softest voice ever. he take a quick glance at you and pretends to be busy making a seashell bracelet at his desk. his action hurts you more than you expected. waking up from your seat, you walk to him, pushing his shoulder so hard that he almost falls off from the chair.

"what is wrong with you?"

your voice starts to croak as your tears burst like a broken faucet. seeing you cry is one of james's weaknesses. he tried to not care, pretending as if you were absent until you got on your knees, taking his hand and putting it on your left chest, where he could feel your heart race.

"don't get on your knees for me. i'm not your god you always prayed to."

"then, stop pretending you don't hear nor see me."

your words hit him hard. he finally looks at you before he immediately pulls you into his embrace, hugging you so tight and letting your tears stain his pale blue shirt. it's hard for him to ignore you when you're emotionally fragile like that. both of you don't say anything. just inhale each other's scent. hands roaming and caressing each other's clothed skin. james hugs you tighter when the sounds of thunder and lightning are breaking the sky. the rains come after, fall down heavily and marred the broken glass window. as if god doesn't want you to go back to your place and get ready for tomorrow's wedding.

"why it take you so long to finally hug me?"

"because your god won't allow me to touch you. unless we're married."

the thunder strikes louder on the outside. most likely a sign from god to stop bringing him in any conversation you both have. you pulled away from the hug slowly, taking his wrist with you so you could sit on the bed together. the mattress dips under both of your weights. james sits stiffly beside you. his hand still in yours, warms and trembles a little bit, most likely from the unexpected hug. his eyes darted to your delicate hand instead of your eyes now.

the rain and thunder grow heavier on the outside. james take a quick peek at the window.

"god might send a flood to punish me."

"why?"

"because i'm planning to ruin your wedding tomorrow."

and for a moment, your breath stuck in your throat. james look back at you awkwardly, as if he regrets saying that out loud. but there is no apology behind his eyes. he clears his throat, walking back to his desk.

"once the rain is over, so are we."

you flabbergasted at his words. you knows he just wants to mess with your feelings and make you regret coming to this cottage. but you didn't take him seriously. not until he actually ruins your wedding dress.

"i come here because i don't want to get married to that man why are you so slow and can't take the hint?!"

the pearls and the seashells fall down from his grip before he turns to you. he walks to you once again. the cold weather increases the heavy tension between both of you.

"then, what do you want me to do? kill that man?"

james must beyond dumb you thought. you're tired from keeping your feelings, as it is an actual big sin and you're exhausted from keep on praying to god to erase them, so you decided from now on to ensure it is painfully visible to both god and him that you want nothing else but to be together with him.

you pulled james by his collar and crashed your lips with his. the kiss acted as a symbol of your fragility at first, with your tears laced in between both of your lips along with james pulling your dress ribbon around your waist to make you glued to his chest. he kissed you back passionately as if the world were about to end. both of your hands tremble against each other fabric. you gasp in between the kisses; you look up slowly, matching gazes with james.

"don't use me to escape your wedding."

"i'm not."

you replied with your lips trembling against his.

"then what am i to you now?"

the question breaks you like the lightning breaking the night sky.

you stare at him. the raindrop slides down on the window like his invisible tears that he believes only he can see. the cottage is quailing under the storm as if it were about to get swallowed by the sea along with the rain.

"make me yours,james. i pray to god daily to make me yours."

his thumb swiftly caressed your cheeks as well as your tears that had fallen non-stop. he cup your cheeks after, forcing your gaze to meet his.

"say it again. say it louder."

his voice demanded. his tone came back rougher.

"james, make me yours."

you uttered. eyes never leaving his.

"and what about tomorrow?"

"it will never exist when you claim me as yours now."

james stare deeper into your eyes, searching for clarity and confirmation in your words.

"i love you james."

and that's the word he's been waiting to hear for so long. he pulled you instantly into a deeper kiss this time, making sure every inch of his lips touched yours, his tongue smoothly entering your warm mouth, ensuring every space he got to was explored, leading you to tug into his collar tighter. the kiss is getting hotter and messier as his saliva is dripping all over your chin, mixing with yours as well.

"i truly love you too. i love you so much."

james whispered before his lips travel down to your neck. carefully, he guides your body to land on his bed and pins you down. his hands roaming all over your body, not knowing where to touch because he wants to hold everything and feel everything that's yours.

"don't you think god will be mad at us?"

james asked, almost sarcastically, knowing how faithful you are to god. you shook your head.

"better than married to a man i don't know."

his lips hover against yours before they move to your neck and your shoulder. your answer slightly annoyed him because you still mentioned that man.

"don't talk about that man. don't make me feel i've been compared."

your breath catches. you didn't even mean it in that way.

“james—”

"don't choose me just because he is a stranger."

a clear hurt painted his face, though he told you in a monotone. your eyes soften, and hands slowly reach to his face before you caress his cheeks gently.

"you're the one i prayed and asked for, not anyone else. i swear."

james closed his eyes, as if your words were pulling him into another dimension, swallowing him whole.

"say it again."

"i choose you."

his hands then find yours on the bed, fingers locking together; it almost hurts.

"say it properly."

"i choose you, james. i'll forever choose you."

and he finally gives in. james kiss you again but this time slower and more gently. he kisses you tenderly, appreciating you when he finally believes you're his and can never be claimed by others. his lips hover to your jaw next.

"tell me you won't regret everything after this thunderstorm stops."

james commended as his fingers finally land on your thigh, fingertips subtly making contact with it. you let out a dim moan as a response.

"i won't."

he stroke your thighs, his hand moving higher and he stops just right on your clothed core and his lips move along down to your throat, giving it a peck.

"tell me whose you belong to."

his touch and his sayings make your whole body tremble, including your lips and it's not because you're scared but because of how small he makes you feel and how good it feels.

"i'm yours."

though the storm is getting worse minute by minute, with the sounds of rain slicing the sky, he heard your word the most. it was the loudest sound he ever heard that night. the sharp smell of sea salt, the sounds of intense waves crashing combined with thunderstorms, and the smell of familiarity of the shared cabin lead both of you to think that this might be doomsday.

and both of you regret nothing, even if a flood takes everything else to keep you together eternally.

[castlejames]

false angel, wrong god

a special smut series featuring james x female reader where religious/blasphemous/hierophilia is the main theme and most likely with dubcon undertone. don't read if you're a minor or uncomfortable with such themes!

*fallen rosary

* neon lights

*noah's ark

[castlejames]

neon lights: zhao james

☆*⁀‧₊˚ religious theme, corruption kink, subtle religious guilt, forced proximity, innocence kink, dubcon undertone, emotional vulnerability, implied virginity loss, mdni

escaping from the convent while still in your religious habit because you didn't manage to pack your things makes you look like a nun ready to persuade the whole city to repent. it is your first time ever stepping your foot in the city where the sky is replaced with neon fluorescent light and the sounds of birds humming and church bells ringing are substituted with upbeat and energetic songs. the heavy rain, most likely a punishment from god to you for leaving the holy place, soaks you. with a trembling body, you sit with crossed arms in the corner, leaning your body against the concrete.

this city was never made for you. or at least that's what he thought. for the first time ever in his life, he never saw someone in a religious habit sit near the club. realizing you were shaking due to the cold, he walks closer to you.

"what are you doing here? aren't you supposed to be at the church or something?"

the unknown man asked. his voice was mixed with the sound of thunder but you could hear him clearly. his look is contrasting with yours. his hair looks steady from the pomade, and his lips are pale pink in an unnatural way. probably faded lipstick from drinking. his collarbone is full of glitter, and so are his eyelids and cheekbones. he has a tie wrapped under his yellow cardigan that pairs with leather pants. and you obviously never see anyone, especially men, wearing such things.

"i ran away."

"huh? from where?"

"the convent, as you can see."

"why?"

"it's a long story."

and that meeting led both of you to chill at his rental room. it was obviously bigger than your previous room in the convent, though it only fit for one person. single bed. a single wardrobe and a vanity and one small bathroom. that previous guy whose name you finally know mentioned that he works as a dancer in the club nearby and is still saving money to afford a better place. and that's when you spilled to him the reason you left the convent. he replied with nothing but just nodded in understanding. he is known as james.

the air is filled with awkwardness. even worse, your soaked clothes started to drip and stain his floor.

"i don't have any clothes that fit you except this tee."

james told you as he hands you his old tee that is twice your size. you were hesitant, but you had no choice. you take the tee and go to the bathroom. you quickly undress and take a quick shower. using the unused and clean towel on the shelf, you dry and wipe yourself. you take the tee james gave and you smell it. he says that was his old tee yet his cologne still sticks on it. maybe, he wore it sometimes. you thought.

you wear the tee. it feels comfortable and refreshing, especially after hours you've been in that habit. the tee fits you just nice except it's a little bit bigger. and you just realized you don't pick anything and you have no undergarments. you doomed.

"just for this one night, and it's okay."

you told yourself. anxiety eats you up automatically the moment you unlock the bathroom door. never in your life have you been in the same room with a man. the bad thoughts conquering your mind make you genuinely want to die. to your surprise, james already standing in front of the door when you unlocked it, causing you to stumble on the sink. he was casually wrapped in a towel.

"i'm sorry. did i scare you?

one of his eyebrow lifts. he was weirded out due to your reaction as if you had just seen a ghost. you shook your head and rushedly left the bathroom. and you sit on the cold floor, back leaning against the wall, trying your best to sleep. james peeks at you before he locks the door. noticing you were on the floor, he told you to sleep on the bed.

"what about you then?"

"i'm going to sleep there too."

"oh."

"don't worry. i won't touch you, god's child."

"—unless you want me to."

a force chuckle escapes from your lips. once he locks the door, you climb on his bed and awkwardly position yourself. the air was chilly and colder than usual, so you don't think the thin blanket is enough to warm you up. this cold weather also makes it hard to fall asleep. knowing you're going to share a bed with james makes it even harder.

james settles up everything before he joins you on the bed. you pretend to sleep with your eye closed but his weight on the bed keeps making you awake. you fidget with your small cross necklace, praying that you can sleep in peace tonight.

"it's too fucking cold. i can't sleep."

james uttered. you want to reply but you refuse to let him know.

"so that's actually my blanket. everything here is mine. so can you let me be in the blanket too?"

you really doomed but you act to your fullest to be cool with it. it takes him less than a second to be in the same blanket with you once you nod your head. the tension is gradually increasing that you feel your heart about to burst.

and james feels the same way too. except he feels worse. the sight of you in his oversized tee, the scent of his old cologne stuck to your skin, and the way he can feel your figure slightly brushed against his chest and thighs makes him go crazy. he feels insane, though he has seen thousands of women almost naked in the club. but nothing comes close to whatever he feels with you now. maybe the thought of you being pure and a child's god leads him to feel that way. the image of you in the habit was vivid in his mind. seeing you in his tee, on his bed, makes him feel dirty.

and he doesn't want you to know that.

with a deep breath, he turns his body and back facing you. the tension and the cold rise at the same time. you can't sleep in this kind of air.

slowly, you face and turn to his body. you carefully tap james's shoulder, causing him to face you. now both of you are so close that you can feel his nose tip slightly brushed against yours. his heart is almost racing to the moon at the sight of your face being so close to him. he swore he would actually pull you and crash your lips against his but he didn't.

"can you hug me? it's beyond cold. i can't sleep."

your words break the silence. you don't know how those words run smoothly from your mouth but you didn't form any single thought after or before you said that. you're desperate for warmth. you're desperate for a place that you can finally call as a safe space.

and you believe, god made you meet him for a reason. he is your new safe space.

without saying anything, james immediately pulled you into his embrace. he hugs you tightly as he runs his fingers in your hair after. you glued your face to his chest. he gently caresses your back. the thought of corrupting you flashes inside of his head when he is just trying to give you the warmth you need. he bites his lower lip, warning himself to stay sane.

but it makes it harder when you're the one who is asking for him to touch you more.

"your touch comforts me. i need more."

he thought you were out of your head until you were the one who reached for his hand and put it on your bare thighs. you never felt such good feelings in the convent before.

"tell me, what else do you need?"

james muttered near your lips. his breath, his lips subtly brushed against yours.

"don't make me run away from you. keep me, and don't call me god's anymore."

your words send blood to james's dick. he didn't even need to think a lot about your offer. his gentle caressing on your thighs turns rough with his fingernails digging into your skin, leading you to hiss a little. his fingers swiftly travel to your core. his thumb plays with your fold before his middle finger finds your clit and rubs it in a circular motion with his thumb next as he slowly thrusts his middle finger inside you. a soft moan escapes from your lips and that's enough for james to leak precum. you're inexperienced, so you just clench on james's singlet, legs shaking and awkwardly spread for james to fit his fingers more inside you.

"oh fuck, you're such a good girl. fuck. you're genuinely a good girl. letting a man like me own you, huh?"

james told as he continued thrusting his fingers. it was slow but loud enough to echo in your ears. his words sound degrading, but he praised you and called you a good girl, so what does that mean?

you clench james's singlet tighter. you look up to him in between your heavy lids. in the dim light, he still can see your reaction. he swears to god, you know how to break him. with your lips slightly parted, james roughly crashes his lips on yours. his tongue then explores inside your mouth. he doesn't care if you don't know how to kiss; he just needs to be your one and only place where you need to be on your knees soon. he promised to take care of you more than god does.

[cicadarequiem]

JAMES CORTIS FIC RECS

contain nsfw content so please mdni ☺︎ they will be sorted by authors i really like, with appropriate tags, requests are open for other groups or members 🙏🏾 will be updated regularly as i read!

@ptolemaeiia her works are always so full of emotion and so well written I’m sorry for glazing but it’s just the truth hehe ❤️ anyways check out her whole cortis masterlist is awesome!

A HEAVEN TO KEEP { angsty, smut } so tragically beautiful honestly I can’t even describe how this made me feel, this is one of my favs.

DO NOT FEAR caution { talks of rape, smut, heavy angst} james showing you that consensual intimacy can be tender and sweet. I cried so much, this is heavily ethel cain coded midwestern

TONGUE {smut, long fanfic, angst} this was one of my first reads on coerblr, honestly loved this so much, another 10/10, characters are so interesting and complicated, (bonus I believe it’s originally her Wattpad fanfic)

@castlejames fell in love with their latest work, cannot begin to explain how much I love their stuff. I need more works ! ❤️❤️

FALLEN ROSARY. religious theme, blasphemy, ponderous sexual tension, dubcon undertone, religious guilt, hint of sub!james. Honestly so good, I love religious themes and this was awesome, so well written and sensible. please I need more of this genre authornim.

FINGERTIPS another 10/10 smut

@yufansbby absolute 10/10

SECRET AFFAIRS smut ever since your rough and turbulent break up with your boyfriend, james, he has been determined to prove that he will stop at nothing to get you back; no matter how low he has to stoop. and you swore to yourself that you would never give in. but after multiple intimate altercations between you two at a casual meetup in your mutual friends house, which lead to a situation not even you thought would take place, how will things turn when you finally fall victim to your ex boyfriend’s endless teasing and temptation?

@hnsbxby filthy i love their smuts omg

STAMINA smut

@angelsboutique I love them so

TAKE IT smut best friend James who’s always so patient and sweet but gets frustrated one day and just fucks the shit out of you

@kiswritting I love this account so so much 10/10 smuts chefs kiss

HUSBAND JAMES husband! james x wife! reader smut, 18+ content, somno, sad stuff, angsty, mention of miscarraiges

LIVE IN BF live-in bf! james x live-in gf! reader 18+ content, mdni, unprotected sex, comfy sex, baby-trapping,

@wxnizz amazing fanfics omg

BITTERSWEET. smut Your bestfriend helps you get over your ex

FIGHT DIRTY smut +18 james agrees to play the role of your protective boyfriend, only for the arrangement to turn into a dangerous obsession you never intended to happen.

@thvgia awesome works !

WORST BEHAVIOUR smut ! james is insufferable. he’s truly the worst. with his snotty “don’t talk to me” attitude, and his dirty looks—you seem to be the only one he has a soft spot for.

@babyonette i love their fic cocktail baby, check out their masterlist !

COCKTAIL BABY smut. a night out never excites you much. same old shit happens, just different day. when your friend invites you out to a bar on a tuesday of all days, you reluctantly agree. you find out that the bartender there is one, the hottest guy you’ve ever seen, and two, apparently very into you.

@dearhyul ohyul works

RANDOM HEACANONS W JAMES smut

[castlejames]

my first time being in someone's recommendation 😭 omfg thank you sm❤️❤️ definitely gonna write more about religious theme x james soon!!!

[cicadarequiem]

JAMES CORTIS FIC RECS

contain nsfw content so please mdni ☺︎ they will be sorted by authors i really like, with appropriate tags, requests are open for other groups or members 🙏🏾 will be updated regularly as i read!

@ptolemaeiia her works are always so full of emotion and so well written I’m sorry for glazing but it’s just the truth hehe ❤️ anyways check out her whole cortis masterlist is awesome!

A HEAVEN TO KEEP { angsty, smut } so tragically beautiful honestly I can’t even describe how this made me feel, this is one of my favs.

DO NOT FEAR caution { talks of rape, smut, heavy angst} james showing you that consensual intimacy can be tender and sweet. I cried so much, this is heavily ethel cain coded midwestern

TONGUE {smut, long fanfic, angst} this was one of my first reads on coerblr, honestly loved this so much, another 10/10, characters are so interesting and complicated, (bonus I believe it’s originally her Wattpad fanfic)

@castlejames fell in love with their latest work, cannot begin to explain how much I love their stuff. I need more works ! ❤️❤️

FALLEN ROSARY. religious theme, blasphemy, ponderous sexual tension, dubcon undertone, religious guilt, hint of sub!james. Honestly so good, I love religious themes and this was awesome, so well written and sensible. please I need more of this genre authornim.

FINGERTIPS another 10/10 smut

@yufansbby absolute 10/10

SECRET AFFAIRS smut ever since your rough and turbulent break up with your boyfriend, james, he has been determined to prove that he will stop at nothing to get you back; no matter how low he has to stoop. and you swore to yourself that you would never give in. but after multiple intimate altercations between you two at a casual meetup in your mutual friends house, which lead to a situation not even you thought would take place, how will things turn when you finally fall victim to your ex boyfriend’s endless teasing and temptation?

@hnsbxby filthy i love their smuts omg

STAMINA smut

@angelsboutique I love them so

TAKE IT smut best friend James who’s always so patient and sweet but gets frustrated one day and just fucks the shit out of you

@kiswritting I love this account so so much 10/10 smuts chefs kiss

HUSBAND JAMES husband! james x wife! reader smut, 18+ content, somno, sad stuff, angsty, mention of miscarraiges

LIVE IN BF live-in bf! james x live-in gf! reader 18+ content, mdni, unprotected sex, comfy sex, baby-trapping,

@wxnizz amazing fanfics omg

BITTERSWEET. smut Your bestfriend helps you get over your ex

FIGHT DIRTY smut +18 james agrees to play the role of your protective boyfriend, only for the arrangement to turn into a dangerous obsession you never intended to happen.

@thvgia awesome works !

WORST BEHAVIOUR smut ! james is insufferable. he’s truly the worst. with his snotty “don’t talk to me” attitude, and his dirty looks—you seem to be the only one he has a soft spot for.

@babyonette i love their fic cocktail baby, check out their masterlist !

COCKTAIL BABY smut. a night out never excites you much. same old shit happens, just different day. when your friend invites you out to a bar on a tuesday of all days, you reluctantly agree. you find out that the bartender there is one, the hottest guy you’ve ever seen, and two, apparently very into you.

@dearhyul ohyul works

RANDOM HEACANONS W JAMES smut

[castlejames]

fallen rosary: zhao james

☆*⁀‧₊˚ religious theme, blasphemy, ponderous sexual tension, dubcon undertone, religious guilt, hint of sub!james,mdni

you're a non-believer and promise to never believe in anything that you couldn't see. going to this unknown church that is located far from your hometown isn't even your choice by heart. if it's not for your individual assignment, you would rather go to a haunted house than this building.

a young priest, maybe one year younger than you, has been noticing your visit to the church almost daily, and he never bothers with the fact that you only visit it when nobody is around. but, the fact that he was watching you at the bench, as well as journaling about religious stuff, annoyed you to your core.

one day, you purposely wear an exposed outfit, a low-waist mini denim shorts with a few rips on the thighs, paired with long boots and pale green checkered flannel with nothing inside it; you just want to see if that priest actually cares or not. he must be fuming watching someone disrespect his holy place, you thought.

"you can't go here wearing such an outfit, young miss."

the priest finally spoke. his voice is deeper than you imagine. his gaze is cold; his jawline and nose are sharp. he has a majestic look. even in a cassock. your eyes swiftly move from his face to the stainless steel rosary before you lock your gaze with his. he has this cold reaction too on his face, nonchalant to be exact, and that amuses you even more.

"you can talk?"

you asked, sarcastically.

"what do you want?"

"i'm an architecture student. i need to analyze this building and write an essay about it."

"what's with the outfit, then?"

"to finally make you talk."

the priest released a deep sigh.

it took both of you less than a minute and you're finally in that church together with the priest named james. he asked you to button up the flannel before he offered his long-sleeved shirts he got at the back of his car to cover your exposed thighs. he follows you from behind; sometimes he takes several glances at you, who are busy analyzing the stained-glass windows, empty seats, and quiet altar while jotting down notes. the smell of old wood and candle wax lingers in the air.

"it looks older on the inside."

"mhm. it's the oldest church in this town too."

you nodded before you turned your body, facing james. he was flabbergasted when you suddenly stopped walking and writing but he managed to stay laid-back. he clears his throat, fingers clenching on his rosary. it seems he is going to face a challenge soon.

"pretty sure you know a lot about this church. tell me more. i need more details than what i can see."

from discussing and asking the history of the church to talking about something personal about each other, the atmosphere in the archive room is getting hotter. you unbutton your flannel and give the shirt back to james. a slow "thank you" escape from your lips.

"if you don't believe what you can't see, do you believe in what you feel?"

james asked, while you were still jotting down. sitting on the dusted floor and your single bang of your hair covering your eyes from the side, he can't deny that you're prettier than this church. maybe he needs to study you more, just like how you're in-depth with this old building. realizing whatever sentiment he feels, james immediately snaps into reality and asks you to go home since it's almost dawn.

but not both of you are ending up home.

james's question made you dumbfounded. you do believe in what you feel. and you believe it is never wrong. you nodded your head, finally looking up, eyes locking with james's who's leaning on the wooden shelf.

and you believe the air and the space you shared with him now twist something in you. and you believe he feels the same way too. the tension is heavy, a tad bit awkward but none of you move. until you stand up, brush off the dust from your back, and walk closer to him before you corner him in between your arms.

"don't you feel a little bit hot, wearing all this up in here?"

you ask. it's only the small gap between you and your powdery scent that makes james having a hard time swallowing his own saliva. you don't even lay your finger on him yet. because you want him, who everyone believes is a total saint and sin-free, to hold you first.

"i'm used to it."

"to what? being so closed with women like this?"

silence. only the sound of breathing and cicadas breaking the air. james stare on the ground instead of looking straight at you. he never commits such a sin that is associated with women. the worst he ever did so far was trying cannabis.

the air feels heavier. none of you say anything. you wait for his response, and he waits for god to help him.

"priest james?"

"don't call me that."

you raised an eyebrow. amused at the sight of him suddenly sounding firmer than usual. the way you call him that just does something he never felt before. and he don't want to feel it again. it make him feel sinful.

"why, you got turned on?"

his fingers once again clenching to the rosary, he fidgets with it as he closes his eyes. in this kind of moment, he needs help from his god, but maybe this time, god really wants to test him to see whether his faith is strong or not.

"you're sure a virgin and very religious. and i adore you for that."

letting out a forced chuckle, you break the proximity by pulling away but less than a few seconds later, the priest takes your wrist. holding it in a tremble. a subtle smile forms at the corner of your lips.

"if you come here for research, make it look like it."

he utters right after he releases the grip from yours. he backfacing you swiftly; his rosary hangs and swings slow, making a clinking sound when it hit the shelf. his hands hold tight the rosary, closing eyes and mumbling something. his action caught you off guard.

"what are you praying for?"

"i'm praying for you to leave before i stop being the man i promised god i would be."

the room sounds quieter; even the sounds of cicadas can't be heard anymore. his words don't make you feel offended. you don't even feel like teasing him anymore as you genuinely feel curious. you move closer to him.

"do you think god will hate you just because of whatever you feel right now?"

he is quiet for a moment before he replies.

"button up your flannel."

"you don't answer my question."

james hold the rosary so tight that the tiny cross starts to leave a mark on his palm. he finally facing you.

"god never hates the feeling. but he despises the action."

"don't do it then."

a snicker escaped from the priest's dried lips. your eyes caught the tiny cross mark on his palm before you looked at his face again.

"leave."

"pray harder to your god. make me leave."

and that's all it takes for james to finally make a move. when you disrespect his god, when you are non-stop teasing and challenging him.

james grab your wrist, brings you to the door and pins you against it. his hands are still on the wrist. even with his whole body trembling, his grip is firm.

"button up your flannel and then leave."

his cheeks burn red. you stare at his face, analyzing his features before finally your eyes land on his lips. you love the fact his hand never leaves your wrist despite him asking you to go.

"do it for me."

maybe he doesn't want to argue anymore. the tension is draining him. without any question, he buttons up your flannel. he try his best to not make any contact with your bare body. however, his eyes can't stop looking at the sight of your nipple. his throat feels like wrapping with a thorn that he can't swallow easily. you enjoy the sight of him trying his best to be a good man to his god. you purposely toying with his rosary, making it harder for him to breathe. and his dick too.

the tiny cross slips in between your fingers, feeling cold from the steel. you're fidgeting with it so hard that it falls off from its clasp. but neither of you bends down and picks it up. you tilt your head, watching james who keeps on looking at your face instead of the cross on the dirty floor.

he has been fighting with his own lust and he knows he is not strong enough to fight with anything anymore. slowly, he grabs your hands to help him caress your stomach up to your chest with the tips of his fingers. his gentle and unsure movement makes your knees turn into jelly. you never expect that you'll shudder from his action too. it turns you weak to see someone who seems so devoted to god trembling over a woman like him. like now.

you caresses his back before locking your fingers in his hair. a small whimper flees from him. he look at you with heavy lids in between your cleavage. his blown-out pupils immediately get you soaked under there. he feels you're prettier when you're looking down on him that he quickly gets down on his knees. his fingertips follow down, trailing your bare skin to your thigh. his eyes still on yours.

"forgive me god, for what i am about to commit i'll repent later."

[castlejames]

magnolia and peach: zhao james

you keep noticing the magnolia's petals scattered all over the floor behind your grandma's garden. you're done with the yard cleanup where you need to rake the dried leaves and now it's a fresh white petal that belongs to your favorite flower. you told about this weird incident to your grandma and she just assumed it must be the wind instead since the weather now is currently wuthering. yet, it is nowhere near wuthering. just a random strong wind sometimes and it's a spring season now, which freaks you out even more.

6:30 am. you goes down to the garden with hand pruners on your left hand to prune some branches. to your surprise, there are no scattered magnolia petals anymore except a few tiny leaves and dead flower buds where you were deadheading yesterday. as you bend your body a little bit as you prune some mulberries, you hear some footsteps rustling, and you immediately glance at your back, revealing a young adult man, most likely around your age, in dirty dungarees, paired with a cloche hat and black boots, standing awkwardly with some magnolia in his right hand.

"so it was you?!"

from scared to getting mad, you yelled at him. he is still standing there with a sheepish grin painting his face for a few seconds. realizing you are genuinely angry, he utters a sorry.

"so it was you. your nǎinai loves to talk about you back then."

he gently comments, using the same phrase you used at the beginning as he walks closer to you. your mouth draws a tiny 'o' when you suddenly remember about that one boy your grandma always talks about whenever you're on call with her.

"okay, but still, you're ruining my favorite flower."

"i'm sorry. i just love them. i did tell nǎinai about it, don't worry."

the spring is over and the summer begins. you get to know more about the magnolia stealer. his names is james. your grandma used to take care of him when he was a kid, since his parents were always busy with business trips or something you barely know about. apparently, he loves magnolias because the smell reminds him of his childhood, when he always spent his time at your grandma's yard and he wants to treasure them forever. because of the same shared favorite flowers, you and james getting closer than you'll ever expect.

both of you are sitting at the back of james father's truck, enjoying some peaches that your grandma planted. james watches you in adoration; his eyes admire how happy you look as you are munching on the fruit. not until the juice from the fruit is dripping to your elbow. it ignites something filthy in him.

without thinking twice, he grabs your wrist and licking those juices makes you flabbergasted. you call his name, leading him to look at you as he still has your wrist in between his teeth, tongue glued to your skin. your taste is sweeter and better than the fruit somehow, making james to continue his action and get himself licking until the end of your elbow. instead of feeling dirty or uncomfortable, his action flips something inside your stomach, as well as dampening your undies too.

"james?"

you called once again but softer this time. almost whisper with a hint of whininess in between. his grip on your wrist is getting firmer.

"want me to stop?"

"no."

"what do you want?"

"james, i'm not sure—"

"tell me or we do it my way."

and because you can't really think nor speak your mind, you let james taking over. slowly, he pinned you down on the picnic mattress, your peach rolling down from your grip and dropping on the ground. james immediately kisses your knuckles and your sticky arm, and he finally lands at the crook of your neck, kissing it before the tip of his tongue teases your earlobes, making you let out a tiny and soft moan. the air smells like peach, magnolia, and unburned tobacco. the viscocity coming from eating peaches and summer weather make both of you hot in and out. the sweat from james' forehead drops on you nonstop like a broken faucet, turning you on even more.

"oh shit, we're going to fuck at your dad's ford?"

"seems like it."

[dearhyul]

✮⋆˙𝄃 he plays on the court; i play on his bed

synopsis: your boyfriend is way too busy with his basketball tournament so your boyfriend's bestfriend take his chance to do what your boyfriend can't do.

warning: infidelity, emotional manipulation, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, heavy make-out, friendship betrayal

ohyul kisses your forehead in a rush before he slide his feet in his puma sportshoe. no good bye nor take care and i love you ever escaped from his lips whenever he left the shared apartment, especially when he headed out to his basketball practice or to hang out with his bestfriends. you force out a smile, telling him good luck before you close the door.

with a loud sigh, you throw yourself on the sofa, watching whatever is playing on the television. since your boyfriend got eligible for the tournament, he barely spends his time with you. he always either spends his night with his teammate or sleeps at the coach's house. at this point, you wonder if basketball or you are his lover. continuing with another sigh, you stare at the television, waiting for you-don't-know-what next.

the drama playing on the television quite hooked your interest that you didn't notice the doorbell ringing until a loud knock occurred. no way that is your boyfriend; he is already on the court by now. your heart beats a little faster than usual as anxiety takes over you at the moment.

"who's that? ohyul is not home."

you told out loud, one hand hiding the knife behind your back just in case.

"it's me, james. zhao james."

the stranger replied. you put the knife in the drawer as you draw a deep breath, feeling relief. you opened the door and a man wearing a striped t-shirt with a whisker dimple greets you.

"aren't you ohyul's bestfriend? i heard a lot about you"

he didn't answer your question but only gave a small nod and a bright smile instead. is his life all about sunshine? you thought.

"if you want to meet ohyul he isn't—"

"i want to see you."

james cut you off. an awkward laugh escaped from your lips; didn't expect that, obviously.

"come inside then, it's hot outside."

hours passed. you get to know about james better. apparently, he is the closest and the one that ohyul trust the most since they already knew each other when they were like seven years old. you can tell why ohyul cheer for and respect him the most. james is full of manner. it's lucky for whoever will be his partner later.

basically, james wanted to see you because ohyul told him to do so. to look after you. but it seems that james might take it too far. and his angelic demeanor makes him slip.

"it's dawn now. i think i'll better go."

"yeah. it's nice talking to you. see you soon."

soon. you want to meet james soon. or atleast, that's what he thought.

for the whole week ohyul was gone for the tournament, james never missed visiting you. from bringing you to lunch or dinner, asking you to accompany him during his dance lesson, and even carrying you to your shared bed with ohyul while you're in a period cramp, which your boyfriend never did. it comes to the point you are wondering, is james or ohyul is your partner?

"thank you, james."

he nodded with a gentle smile. your cramps are hitting you harder; you didn't even realize you were taking james's wrist to come closer to you on the bed. with one eyebrow raise, he asks you,

"hey, is everything okay?"

"can you accompany me? i might need someone to take care of me. this shit hurts so bad."

you sounded almost like begging, but that didn't catch him off guard. instead, he has been waiting for this moment. he has been knowing about you from ohyul's lips and he can't believe that man is yours instead of him. what kind of boyfriend prioritizes his sport over a girlfriend? that's insane.

"what do you want me to do?"

"anything that helps to soothe this stupid cramp."

"anything?"

"anything."

morality is immediately gone the moment james drops his knees on the bed, positioning himself in between your dysmenorrheic body.

"james?"

he hummed as a response. not saying much.

"you're in pain and you can't push me,okay?"

he whispered as he made his way to the top of your head, kissing it gently. the weight of him on top of yours makes the bed creak. you can feel his dick hardening as his tips brush against your clothed pussy.

"james, i don't think you should—"

"does ohyul know how lucky he is to have you?"

your words immediately cut.

"does he ever truly love and care for you? i bet him 100$ and he would choose basketball over you."

maybe james is right. he never listen to you attentively whenever you're talking. james did. he never massages or carries you to the bed during your period cramps. james did. he never cancels his practice solely for you. james did that even without telling his dance teacher. in this one week, james did everything ohyul couldn't.

and you can't deny the fact that you started to attach to james too. his soapy scent, his manly look, his polite tone, everything about him makes you never pick up ohyul's call anymore.

"tonight, it's the last time i could have you like this with me."

your cramps shifted into another type of pain. guilty. but lust is more powerful than whatever you're feeling right now. and you want to feel loved. james make you feel that way.

and with that, you grab james's face closer to you, parting your lips to let his lips collide with yours. the simple kiss sends shivers and dopamine through your whole body. you started to pull him closer by tugging his collared shirt, wanting more. the intoxication both of you got from the kiss led to both of your hands and james' to abruptly traveling underneath each other's shirts. he take off your tee before unbuckling your bra next.

you moaned in between the kisses when james roughly gripped your boobs as his fingertips toyed with your nipples. both of your bodies rocked in sync, trying to feel each other. james's saliva dripped all over your chin and face right after he pulled out from the kiss. you look at him through half-lidded eyes.

"fuck, i never want to be with you"

james let out a sarcastic laugh.

"but i don't mind at all if ohyul caught us now."

james raise his eyebrow with a smug painting all over his face. it seems funny to him the fact he will get to have you soon and ohyul might not have even noticed because he is way too fucking busy with basketball all over again.

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[castlejames]

consider this my update on this blog too!

[castlejames]

WELCOME BACK MY GOAT! have you ever think about writing sub!james? just wondering hehehe

thank you my love!!! OOOOOOOH DON'T EVEN MAKE ME STARTTTT! WRITING ABOUT SUBMISSIVE MAN IS MY THING!! especially when they're my biases!

i have a few ideas in my mind but i'm not sure to make it a full smut or just drabble/headcanon but soon or later, i'll definitely post something about sub!james☺️

[castlejames]

i’m desperate for more james tutor smut

hmmmm tutoring and james is so hotttt i'll see first what can i do to serve y'all

[castlejames]

karma:zhao james

james never hurt you physically. ruining you mentally or your ability to walk is his choice. he is definitely evil but he would never lay his hand to paint bruises on your skin.

even though he hates you beyond heaven and earth.

he wants you to suffer.

being his wife is your last option. you wouldn't get married to him by heart. just like in a cliché novel or local drama, you sold to him just because to finish off your dad's debt.

he promised to not touch you no matter what. you're not even his type. but as the months passed, he can't deny that he is indeed a man and being your husband, watching you getting out from the shower, being all damped with nothing but towel wrapping your figure, fresh smell of shampoo mix with your pheromone, exposed skin and clear sight of your cleavage, makes him hard to swallow his own saliva.

makes his dick hard, to be exact.

james definitely try his best to not look at you, trying to think about his hockey stuff or bullshit but he can't deny, the way you always obey and say yes to everything he wants, hardens his dick even more.

it happened way too fast.

your towel drop on the floor right at the moment he pull your wrist so you end up on his lap. your exposed pussy slightly brushed against his bare skin since he's only wear shorts, leads his cock to twitch. his cheeks burn red, feeling ashame that you manage to make him feel things that he not supposed to feel.

you can feel there's an electric shock or whatever it is running over your body once you're on his lap. you always sleeping far from him, not even sharing the same blanket but now you're without anything and fully naked sitting on him.

"ja—james?"

his name coming out shaky from your cold lips.

"fuck, you love to be weak like this for me?"

both of you despise each other. both of you want to corrupt each other. you mentally want to choke him because he always treat like you're a garbage just because you're poor and not living up to his standard

and him,

atleast at this moment,

he wants to corrupt you so bad on his silky sheet. he despise those doe eyes of yours. he despise the feeling of him getting horny and hard because of you.

without any second, he pulls you down to him, making both of you falling down on the bed. his hands harshly cup both of your ass cheeks, making you moan a little. his calloused fingertips roaming all over your dampish skin, sending you shivers.

"eyes on me"

and your gaze immediately lock with his like a reflex.

that same cold look he always give to you except this time, his gaze are darker but not in a creepy way, something about them that makes you immediately fold and finally weak on the knees, and not your heart.

the lust taking over both of you.

"good girl"

the phrase escape from james lips, coming with a subtle smirk at the end. his fingers then swiftly make their ways to your pussy, shoving them from behind making you hiss. it hurts you due to the uncomfortable position. he rubs your fold and your clit slowly, giving you sensation and tingles, resulting you to arch your back for him . this rare sight of you make him impatient. his fingers immediately goes into your hole, making you whimper a little. his thrusts begin slow and steady not until the sounds of your wetness conquering the room, sticky and dirty, he knows you wants those pretty fingers of his deeper inside you. and most likely rougher too noticing at how you harshly tugging your finger in his hair.

"tell me you need more than just my fucking fingers"

he commands as he starts to thrust his fingers faster inside you. your eyes never leave his but your brain shut from the current pleasure that you can't even respond to him properly. maybe because you're way too wet and his fingers are so good that it doesn't take you too long to reach your climax.

or maybe james is right all the time.

you're weak and poor especially for him.

"i need you more—

more inside me,please"

he loves to see you suffer. he wants to ruin you good.

and that's when he realised you don't deserve anything more from him and he immediately pull out his fingers from you.

"get on your knees first,dolly"

[castlejames]

fingertips: zhao james

nothing more sensual but annoying at the same time than eyes fucking with someone that you know, and you don't even want to look at in the first place. james. your class president. the ice hockey player for your campus who brings home a gold medal at every match. gpa never below 3.90.

and you hate him to your core due to how his stare and his subtle touch to you make you feel things. feelings that shouldn't even exist.

at first, it was just a deadly stare he gives from his seat beside the window. a gaze that the hunter usually gives before catching their prey. then it's getting intense when he unbuttons his shirt, adjusting his tie as well as his eyes never leaving yours.

that's nothing to compare when he actually dares to lay his hands on you.

knowing how terrible you are in sociolinguistics, your professor asked james to give you some tutoring. only for him to give another lesson.

"there's no way you can't differentiate sex and gender."

james states in monotone. you rolled your eyes. annoyed with his statement.

"i know it bruh."

a smug smirk painted james's face immediately. feels funny at the sight of you trying to outsmart him. james walks closer to your seat, trapping your body with his arm pinned on the desk. he thanks god for letting you finally to be inside his room. and how easy it is for your parents to trust him to tutor you with this subject. just like in a cliché movie, he moves his head closer, slightly brushing against the crook of your neck. the tips of his nose already touch your skin; both of you can smell each other's cologne. his eyes darted on the paper before they moved to your lips.

"explains to me what is sex, then?"

and suddenly your throat dry. saliva sticks in your throat as words found nowhere. your head goes blank even though the answer is right on your face. something about how he emphasized the word "sex" while he was talking in a low voice sent you shivers. you froze at your spot as your lips sealed together. not be able to speak or to think. a soft chuckle escapes from his lips. he tilts his head, giving it a small space between your face and his so he can clearly watch your reaction. his eyes swiftly shifted to yours, looking for an answer for the reason why you're in a cold snap like that.

"answer me."

you swallowed your saliva hard. fingers fidgeting with the ballpen cap as you read the answer from the paper. you bite your bottom lip harshly as you can't control your nervousness. you can't even feel your legs or the blood that is already dripping. james noticed that. he noticed every single detail of you.

without any moment, james wipes your blood with his thumb before he changes his position from behind you to lean on the desk in front of you. he grabs your wrists as he wraps them around his waist. your fingernails immediately tugged onto his shirt, legs still trembling. james eyes never once leave yours. except you. your eyes are everywhere but not on his.

"can you imagine how bad you'll tremble when i'm on top of you?"

he teased but his tone sounds otherwise. it's crazy how he can utter those words, watching you stress out, and his face maintains a cold demeanor.

or maybe he meant it and is purely evil. he loves to see you suffer because of him.

your body now fills with anger instead of anxiety this time. feeling toyed with the way he treats you. you look up, matching his gaze at last.

"what the fuck do you want, james?!"

he looks down at your hands that had been tightly gripping his shirt before he throw you a glance.

"i need those fingers in my mouth."

he nonchalant response leads you to flabbergasted. you quickly move your hands only for him to grab them, pulling you closer to him. as you are in between his thighs, he locks your figure, securing you using his strong, athletic legs.

"you're so fucking stupid that i can't help but do nasty things to you."

james confessed, making your heart beat like at full speed. once again. his action makes you wet but this time you realize it. your noticed how your underwear is actually soaking.

"james..."

you softly called. he hummed softly too as a response. he slowly drags your fingertips to his lips, kissing them before putting them inside his mouth. you gasped. didn't expect that he was serious about wanting it. once again you called his name, but softer this time. like a dim moan to be exact. james watch your cheeks flush pink. your confused eyes and your flutter expression hardened his cock. you're way too focused on how your fingers are in between his balmy tongue and teeth to feel his cock twitching in between your thighs.

james's other hand travels and roams under your top, stroking your bare back mildly, sending goosebumps at every inch of your body. he pulled out your fingers, as he can't control himself anymore when he feels your fingers agitating inside his mouth. things happen way too fast. his lips now are colliding with yours. he can taste the previous blood on you, but he couldn't care less.

"you're stupid and weak. i want to protect you."

and once again, he truly meant it. he just doesn't know how to show that he cares properly.

[castlejames]

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