monster in your bed

◘ Duncan Ezekiel Darling ◘ Daemon ◘ 2,500 years old ◘ Supremacist (vocally) ◘ Lawyer ◘ Pansexual ◘ Dominant

[lilacthedoll-blog]

duncandarling:

Relief flooded his entire soul when he felt her hand on his cheek. He wasn’t so sure this would be the last time they had this talk, but he would always take it in stride. Anastasia was worth fighting for every time. He almost went in for the kiss but suddenly pulled away. “Are you sure? I hired a marching band and a whole troupe of dancers and a children’s choir; we were going to perform *NSYNC’s I Want You Back and It’s Gonna Be Me. It was going to be epic.”

He held a serious expression for a while before bursting into laughter. His blue eyes shone with merriment as he pulled her into his lap and kissed her lovingly.

A few minutes ago, Ana felt like she was going to fall apart all over again. And how Duncan managed to help her, she couldn’t quite understand. All she knew was that his words had done it. His presence even, did it. He’d helped her once back when she had needed it after her brother was killed and now ever since he showed up in her shop, he’d been doing the same. He never gave up on her and for that, she was grateful. When he pulled back, she looked at him confused, thinking he was serious for a moment. “What?”

And then as he began to laugh, pulling her into his lap, she straddled him, joining in with him as their lips locked again. This time, she pulled back to talk, “Good because I hate boy bands and wouldn’t be caught dead singing any of that crap.” His hands moved to cup his face again, pressing her lips against his, adding more passion into the kiss and pressed her hips firmly into his.

[duncandarling-blog]

Duncan wrapped her in his arms and let his hands slide from her legs to the back of her head. His lips moved against hers slowly but passionately. The simple fact was that he wasn't in any sort of a rush. Having her in his arms felt like heaven, and he felt like he had all the time in the world. "I feel," he whispered "like we should spend the day naked, gorging ourselves, and watching 1940s classics." Duncan smiled against her lips and left a trail of kisses down to her collarbone, nibbling at the flesh there.

[duncandarling-blog]

💚Are they prone to jealousy?

Not at all. His ego is too big for that. He'll just one up someone if they're going after someone he wants. You give her a flower he'll give her a dozen bouquets. You give her a kiss, he'll give her a baby.

[duncandarling-blog]

do you like light blankets or heavy blankets?

Heavy. Even better when I've got company under there with me.

[lilacthedoll-blog]

duncandarling:

Duncan would be a fool to not see where she would immediately take the conversation. He was no fool. He was prepared. Though he was weary of the accusations and suspicion, Duncan would continue to defend himself. Kicking off his shoes, he moved to the bed but sat on the edge. He put his hand near hers but did not touch her.

“If I wanted to use you as a secret weapon I wouldn’t woo you. And, no offense, I’d turn to Miliora if I needed the handiwork of dark magic. If it was about supremacy I wouldn’t have invited you here and subjected you to a Disney sing-along binge. I wouldn’t have introduced you to my children. Is it really so difficult for you to believe that someone beside besides Carson is capable of loving you, or at least liking you enough to work at the walls you’ve erected? I have done all that; and how often do I literally throw myself to my knees before you in worship? What more could I possibly do for you to know that I truly care for you?”

He looked down at his hands, exhausted with effort after his desperate pleas for her to understand. “It was never about making you some kind of minion. If it were I wouldn’t keep coming back for more. I saw a beautiful woman, hurt and broken by a cruel world. I wanted to help. I didn’t expect all that came between the revenge, but I don’t regret it.”

This wasn’t a new conversation for them. In fact, it seemed like they came back to it quite often. Her trust issues coming into play. Not to mention the fact that she’d spend most of her life with Carson and whenever she spoke with him, doubt was planted in her head about Duncan and his intentions with her. Watching as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, close to her, but not touching her, Ana’s eyes were stuck on him as he began to reassure her once again for the infinite time.

The truth was made known in his actions these past few weeks. Meeting his children had been shocking to her, knowing of their existence but never getting the chance to see them in person as Duncan was very protective of them. And those days spent with them had been joyous. Seeing him in a different light, seeing this softer side of him, Ana’s idea of who he was had shifted and she could feel her heart changing towards him. While it had always been simply about the dark magic, supremacy and sex with him on her end, she was starting to see that he did, in fact, truly care for her.

And as he wrapped up his answer, she sat there quietly for a moment, just staring at him to let all of his words sink in. Then without warning, she moved up onto her knees, coming close to him and bringing a hand to the side of his face. “You don’t have to do anything else,” She spoke in a whisper, her eyes lock on his before she was bringing her lips closer to capture his in a kiss.

[duncandarling-blog]

Relief flooded his entire soul when he felt her hand on his cheek. He wasn't so sure this would be the last time they had this talk, but he would always take it in stride. Anastasia was worth fighting for every time. He almost went in for the kiss but suddenly pulled away. “Are you sure? I hired a marching band and a whole troupe of dancers and a children's choir; we were going to perform *NSYNC's I Want You Back and It's Gonna Be Me. It was going to be epic.”

He held a serious expression for a while before bursting into laughter. His blue eyes shone with merriment as he pulled her into his lap and kissed her lovingly.

[lilacthedoll-blog]

duncandarling:

Duncan didn’t have much of a care in the world right now. He didn’t care about the dead Councilman, even feeling the need to celebrate a bit. The town was in dire need of a reality check and this death might do the trick. Besides that, he had a very lovely fae waiting upstairs for a day of relaxation. He had just got back from dropping his children off at their grandmother’s and was ready to give Ana a kiss when he walked in. But the look on her face said she wasn’t to be touched. He backed away and pocketed his keys.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

@faexana

After the last texts from Carson, Ana had chucked her phone across the room against the wall to make it shatter in a hundred pieces. How Carson could say those things to her, the fact that he’d text her, accusing her of killing this shifter and then tell her he was glad things happened this way–it hurt. And it came after she finally felt like she was finally piecing herself back together. Laying in Duncan’s bed, waiting for him to come back, she wiped her face before he made his way upstairs to greet her. When he came close, she looked at him, saying nothing with a cold expression on her face and he backed away, reading that she was not in good mood.

Sitting up, she pushed back her hair and looked directly at him. “What are you doing with me, Duncan? What are we doing? Because if it is just about supremacy and messing with me to make me your secret weapon in some war to come, then I need to know.”

[duncandarling-blog]

Duncan would be a fool to not see where she would immediately take the conversation. He was no fool. He was prepared. Though he was weary of the accusations and suspicion, Duncan would continue to defend himself. Kicking off his shoes, he moved to the bed but sat on the edge. He put his hand near hers but did not touch her.

“If I wanted to use you as a secret weapon I wouldn't woo you. And, no offense, I'd turn to Miliora if I needed the handiwork of dark magic. If it was about supremacy I wouldn't have invited you here and subjected you to a Disney sing-along binge. I wouldn't have introduced you to my children. Is it really so difficult for you to believe that someone beside besides Carson is capable of loving you, or at least liking you enough to work at the walls you've erected? I have done all that; and how often do I literally throw myself to my knees before you in worship? What more could I possibly do for you to know that I truly care for you?”

He looked down at his hands, exhausted with effort after his desperate pleas for her to understand. “It was never about making you some kind of minion. If it were I wouldn't keep coming back for more. I saw a beautiful woman, hurt and broken by a cruel world. I wanted to help. I didn't expect all that came between the revenge, but I don't regret it.”

[duncandarling-blog]

Duncan didn't have much of a care in the world right now. He didn't care about the dead Councilman, even feeling the need to celebrate a bit. The town was in dire need of a reality check and this death might do the trick. Besides that, he had a very lovely fae waiting upstairs for a day of relaxation. He had just got back from dropping his children off at their grandmother's and was ready to give Ana a kiss when he walked in. But the look on her face said she wasn't to be touched. He backed away and pocketed his keys.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

@faexana

[lilacthedoll-blog]

duncandarling:

It felt amazing to hear Ana say that she didn’t think he was bad. Duncan didn’t think he was, but he knew how some people viewed him because of his alliances. It meant everything to him that Anastasia knew that neither of them were bad people. “Exactly – you’re not. I know it hurts, my dear, I know. But is it not for the best? Would you rather have spent the next thousand years fighting over who is right and who is wrong, a relationship falling apart at the seams over a lack of clarity?”

Duncan wasn’t trying to be overtly blunt or hurtful. His experience with helping people through breakups was limited and he wasn’t quite sure he was even remotely qualified to try, but seeing tears in her eyes and knowing that she was hurting was something that he couldn’t stand. “Instead of drinking yourself into a stupor… Come with me.” Duncan’s heart began to race. “I want to show you something. Well, someone, actually. Someones.” He offered out his hand and gave a nervous smile.

It felt to Ana that ever since Duncan came into her life she had been defending herself, trying to convince herself and everyone that knew her that she was right in her beliefs, that she wasn’t a horrible person just because of how she viewed things or because of the dark magic she’d tampered with. And hearing all that Carson had to say to her, all the anger and pain they both had been holding onto for ninety years come out in such a hurtful way, it had torn through her heart. Listening to Duncan, it didn’t fix that pain she felt, but it helped. It made her feel affirmed in what she believed and felt. “No, no I wouldn’t…But I loved…love him. I never thought we would ever part like this…We’ve separated over the years, but he has been family to me, Duncan. It’s hard to just brush it off.”

Lifting her bottle up to her lips, she took another long gulp as he tried to convince her not to try to drink it all away. She swallowed the last bit of the expensive liquor she had in her mouth, giving a nod to head as she took his hand and set the bottle to the side. “Someones? Where are we going?” She looked at him with confusion, as she stood to her feet to let him lead the way.

[duncandarling-blog]

Duncan gave a soft, sad smile. "You wouldn't be the Anastasia I knew if you just brushed off a broken heart," he murmured, leading her to the parking lot, though he took care to not escort her through the building after such a vocal argument. He helped her into his car but said nothing the entire way. He wasn't sure if he was just building suspense or too nervous to talk. The drive didn't even take that long though he'd driven to the outskirts of town and down the dark road leading to the nearly neighborless community of cabins and mansions sprawled across acres of land, kept separate by miles of road and trees.

Passing through passcode protected gates and slowly traversing the length of a mile-long driveway, Duncan pulled to a halt in front of a white and grey manor. "Only three other people know where I live, and I would dearly like to keep it that way." Duncan was already out of the car and helping Ana out of the passenger seat as he spoke.

[duncandarling-blog]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— i’m just laying in bed with nothing to do . .

[Duncan]: Quite the coincidence, as I seem to be in the same predicament[Duncan]: How about I come to your place? I'm sure we can find something to do together.

[lilacthedoll-blog]

rpmemesfam:

sext messages.

[ 📲 • sms ] —— i want to mark you as mine; that’s why i’ve been sharpening my nails. [ 📲 • sms ] —— i’m going to make you scream my name tonight. [ 📲 • sms ] —— if i were with you right now, where would you want me to touch you? [ 📲 • sms ] —— sucking on a blow pop right now and wishing it was you… [ 📲 • sms ] —— have you ever had a wet dream with me in it? be honest … [ 📲 • sms ] —— if you could do anything you want to me, what would you do? [ 📲 • sms ] —— i think we should just be friends with sexual tension ;) [ 📲 • sms ] —— my hands. my hips. my lips. your body. tonight. [ 📲 • sms ] —— i’m touching myself right now. wish you were here ;) [ 📲 • sms ] —— your chin, your shoulders, and your … i think you know what I’m trying to say here. [ 📲 • sms ] —— thinking about how sexy you look in that fitted black button-down …  [ 📲 • sms ] —— i’m just laying in bed with nothing to do . .  [ 📲 • sms ] —— trying to decide between the red lacy thong or the pink boy shorts . .  [ 📲 • sms ] —— that thing you did last night makes me want to scream. [ 📲 • sms ] —— just wondering … what is your sexual fantasy? [ 📲 • sms ] —— just bought new underwear and can’t wait to show it to you. [ 📲 • sms ] —— guess the color of my underwear? [ 📲 • sms ] —— what are you wearing right now? [ 📲 • sms ] —— send me a pic ;) [ 📲 • sms ] —— talk dirty to me ;) [ 📲 • sms ] —— want to watch porn with me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— i’m touching myself while texting you. [ 📲 • sms ] —— i’m thinking about all the dirty things i want to do to you. [ 📲 • sms ] —— mmm yes baby tell me what more you want to do to me. [ 📲 • sms ] —— i’m so horny right now. [ 📲 • sms ] —— i want you to cum on my face. [ 📲 • sms ] —— had a wet dream about you last night. [ 📲 • sms ] —— turn my wet dreams into realities.

@kalixbrenner​ | @emmalinecarter​ | @jaxonevans​ | @meredithxpalmer​ | @ottxrcolby​

[yourmusings]

Send my muse an emoji and they will react to ...

[lilacthedoll-blog]

yourmusings:

💋‍ : your muse kissing mine on cheek

💏 : your muse kissing mine on lips

👊 : your muse punching mine

👏 : your muse hugging mine

👋 : your muse slapping mine’s ass

👙 : seeing your muse in underwear 

✈️ : seeing your muse in somewhere they didn’t expect to see

😭 : seeing your muse crying 

👻 : seeing your muse scared

🌙 : seeing your muse outside alone during nighttime

💤 : your muse coming on my muse’s bed during night

🍴 : your muse making mine a breakfast

🌃 : your muse knocking on my muse’s door late

🍸 : your muse offering mine an alcoholic drink

☔️ : your muse offering to share an umbrella with mine on a rainy day

@kalixbrenner​ | @emmalinecarter​ | @jaxonevans​ | @meredithxpalmer​ | @ottxrcolby​

[thewrongbitxh]

“That was an eighteen-hundred dollar shirt. Now it’s garbage – coffee covered garbage. I suggest you figure out how you’re going to repay me for that,”

[duncandarling-blog]

“Probably with money, you crazy bitch. What the hell are you doing in Annwn?”

[duncandarling-blog]

faexana:

Hearing it spoken out loud, saying what she was feeling inside, it felt more real and forced her to face it. There was no hiding from the fact that she wasn’t just losing Carson, she had lost him. They were are two opposing sides. Both of them unwilling to bend for the other. And finally, after all this time, they had ended it and very publicly tonight. Looking up at Duncan, unable to hide the tears in her eyes, hating that her emotions were getting the best of her, Ana had never really seen this gentle and caring side of this man. Or maybe, she’d just been blind to it before now. 

“I don’t,” She replied, looking up at him as he pulled back. “Just as I’m not, no matter what the people in that gala or what Carson believes.” She suddenly felt awful for pushing him away when all he was trying to do was to comfort and help her. In fact, he was the one who had been for her in some of her darkest moments and Ana had never noticed it until now. “Deep down I know you aren’t a monster.”

It felt amazing to hear Ana say that she didn’t think he was bad. Duncan didn’t think he was, but he knew how some people viewed him because of his alliances. It meant everything to him that Anastasia knew that neither of them were bad people. “Exactly -- you’re not. I know it hurts, my dear, I know. But is it not for the best? Would you rather have spent the next thousand years fighting over who is right and who is wrong, a relationship falling apart at the seams over a lack of clarity?”

Duncan wasn’t trying to be overtly blunt or hurtful. His experience with helping people through breakups was limited and he wasn’t quite sure he was even remotely qualified to try, but seeing tears in her eyes and knowing that she was hurting was something that he couldn’t stand. “Instead of drinking yourself into a stupor... Come with me.” Duncan’s heart began to race. “I want to show you something. Well, someone, actually. Someones.” He offered out his hand and gave a nervous smile.

[duncandarling-blog]

faexana:

Not waiting to reach wherever Duncan was leading her, Anastasia opened up her bottle and began to down it, not caring that it was burning the inside of her throat. She hated how easy it was for Carson to have this sort of effect on her. No matter how much she tried to deny how deeply she cared for him, he still had a hold on her. And it hurt her deeply to know that he might actually be moving on to someone else that he could love like he had loved her. What made it worse was that it was her fault. That’s how it felt. That she had set herself up for this all those years ago by choosing supremacy and dark magic over Carson.

Sitting down on the bench, her mind was reeling with all these thoughts, looking straight forward as she kept taking deep swigs from the bottle. She listened without saying anything, unable to shake her anger at herself that she was placing on Duncan in her mind as well. As he moved to kneel in front of her, Ana’s eyes landed on him, creasing her forehead in a pained expression as he spoke, not sure if the trusted he was being completely genuine. With her hand around the bottle, she took another drink as he took hold of her free one, shaking her head a little.

“Stop it, Duncan,” She pulled back as he placed his hands on her face, holding so she had to look directly at him and listen to every word he said. She closed her eyes when their foreheads touched, his words not effecting her like they had ninety years ago. Because this time it wasn’t so much about humans, but Carson and the fact that she felt as if she was losing him for good. “It’s not the same this time. It’s not just about being superior or wanting some kind of revenge. This is different. So please, just stop.” Leaning back from him, her opened to look away from him as she lifted her bottle to take another large gulp from it.

“It’s about your heart being broken,” he said softly. “I’m no fool, Anastasia; I know that you love him, that he’s been your truest love for nearly a thousand years. I can’t even begin to fathom the pain you feel at being slighted by him...” Duncan wore his heart far from his sleeve. Having seen the damage that love gone awry could do, he had never wanted any part of it. Even so, he cared deeply for Ana and was doing his best to show her that.

“Ana, do you, in your heart of hearts, believe that I am a bad person, that I am any kind of an evil, malevolent person that takes joy in the pain of others?” He stepped back to give the fae her space, blue eyes averted. “I do have a point, yes. Just. Tell me.”

[gtadreamdwellings]

[duncandarling-blog]

Duncan’s Five Bedroom Home

[duncandarling-blog]

faexana:

Ana rarely let her emotions be visible, never showed that she cared about anyone or anything. But something about Carson and the way he spoke to her tonight, it felt different than all the other times they’d fought over the centuries. And so she was having a hard time pretending tonight. It was taking everything within in her to abide by the rules of the city and just use her magic on the human girl, causing her pain that would ruin her life. 

Looking down at her arm as she felt Duncan’s hand land there, the softness in his voice unlike that which she’d ever encountered before, her brow creased, following his gestures to the bartender. “What are you doing?” She asked as he pointed towards the doors in the back and after a moment of thinking it over, she gave a simple nod to her head. “Let’s go,” Reaching out, she took a bottle of the liquor out of his hand and headed towards the exit.

Duncan followed close behind with two more bottles, using his shadows to steal a few platters from the buffet along the way. He stayed quiet and allowed the fae her time to stew and thinking while he walked ahead of her and guided her down to the gazebo wrapped in small light bulbs.

He didn’t talk until he downed half of the rum he had, letting that burn make his chest feel like exploding. “Anastasia... I never manipulated you, y’know.  I have always respected you too much for that.” He looked at her and hoped that she saw the sincerity in his words. “I only ever told you exactly what I believed and how I felt. Did I hope then that you would see clarity of the situation? Yes. But I spoke no lies And I speak none now.” He set down the bottles he had and took a knee in front of her as he meant to propose, but he took her hand instead.

“You deserve more. You know that you are a goddess among mortals. If he can’t see that, so be it. He’s a fool, Anastasia.” Duncan stood up suddenly and placed his hands on her face, his expression twisted into one of pleading and concern. He placed his forehead against hers. “You must not allow these people make you feel the way you feel. They could never understand what we do, and that is their folly. Please, I beg that you do not waste your precious time worrying about what they’re doing. You’re better than that and you’re better than them.” It felt like a blast to the past, reminding Duncan of all those decades ago when he’d met Ana and gave her a similar speech to boost her ego and help her realize that she had no reason to feel guilty for wanting the humans that wronged her to come to justice.

[lilacthedoll-blog]

“Don’t,” Ana backed away, knowing why Duncan was approaching her. The note he’d written with the necklace he’d sent had told her that he planned on spending time with her at this gala. But after the way her night already was going, she had no interest in letting the daemon try to woo her again. “I’m really not in the mood for your mind games tonight, Duncan,” There was actually some sadness in her, even though she would never admit. Knowing that Carson was moving on, that he had found another girl in this town that he cared for like he had once cared about her, it hurt. “And I know you want to dance, but I just want to drink right now.” @duncandarling

[duncandarling-blog]

Duncan couldn’t say that he wasn’t actively looking for Ana without it being a lie. He had been eager to spend more time with her, especially after that night in her boutique. He’d spotted Carson earlier and he knew he’d find Anastasia in a foul mood. That wasn’t enough to deter him. He didn’t spend his time and money getting ready and buying those pearls for the fae just so he could not get to at least talk with her.

And, just as he’d predicted, she was pissed. Contrary to her belief, Duncan did care deeply for her, as was obvious by the pain in his blue eyes. “Ana.” He placed a hand on her arm. He wanted to say so much, but he didn’t. Instead, he gestured to the bartender and pointed out a few bottles of liquor on the top shelf. Exchanging a couple hundred dollars for the alcohol, he motioned towards the back exit. “Then let’s drink.” He offered her his arm.

[duncandarling-blog]

How do you feel about bratty subs? What about bratty humans?

“It’s cute up to a point. Mindless subs are fine, but there’s some fun to be had in punishing a mouthy creature, isn’t there? Punishment is more fun when there’s a reason besides ‘I feel like it’. However, constant disrespect and disobedience is unacceptable. I really have no use or time for so-called subs who consistently step out of line. After a certain amount, I would be forced to truly punish them. Not with spankings and rough sex, but with tying them up or putting them in a cage and forcing them to watch me fuck someone else. And leaving them there for a while with some food and water. As far as bratty humans, they need a good smack across the face. And ass. And a ruthless fucking to remind them of their place.”