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icannotpickanamewtf · 9 months

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ᴛᴡɪsᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴇʀᴠᴇs (PT. 2)

EVAN PETERS AHS x READER

SUMMARY: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖫𝖠 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗌. 𝖠 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗅, 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗒𝗉𝗌𝖾, 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐…𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾.

Chapter Focus: Kai Anderson x Reader

🚨WARNINGS: 𝖠𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖧𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒, 𝖮𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖬𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖢𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝖱𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝖲𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖾𝗍𝖼…

You officially decide that Michigan is a complete bust.

As soon as the plane landed and you’d made your way out of baggage claim, you were hit by a blasting cold.

Is it possible for someone to shit out a block of ice?

You had to pile on coat after coat, your grey fleece detective jacket rested on top of your layers.

The service was awful, the people acted like NPC’s, and overall, your first impression was a 3/10.

You held your suitcase and bags in one hand as you rung up your phone to call for an Uber, your motel was right outside Brookfield Heights but far enough so you wouldn’t run into any possible suspects while you were off-duty.

After making a pit stop at an overpriced airport cafe for some mid-afternoon coffee, you hurriedly rushed to the front exit once you got a message from your Uber Driver that they’d arrived.

The car was a silver chevy and was low to the ground, it had just barely enough room for your three bags in the trunk, but you were grateful nonetheless.

An older man sat in the drivers seat and his grey hairs were slicked back to expose his wrinkled forehead. He seemed pretty jolly the whole ride to your motel, until you mentioned Brookfield Heights.

“It ain’t the town for a vacation, that’s for sure.” Was all you managed to get after your numerous questions, clearly the news about Kai had followed all of Michigan and haunted the witnessing residents.

The drive was mostly quiet after besides the Christian-pop that subtly played over the rusty car speaker, you resided to staring out the window.

‘Welcome to Brookfield Heights!’ decorated the bright green sign outside of the ghost town. Trees flew past the window as you tried your best to absorb your surroundings.

The more you knew the better.

You’d already spent weeks holed up in your office studying the towns layout, from each fire-hydrant to large corporations and events.

Fall had come in full swing, leaves were brown and the grass shook from the chilly breeze.

The barren farmland and empty fields soon turned into old buildings and little country-side stores. If you weren’t investigating a cultist, you’d have thought it was a cute little town.

The driver, whom you noticed you forgot to ask for his name, pulled over when your run down motel entered your sight.

The older gentleman unlocked the doors and said his farewell to you as you left the Honda Civic. It felt weird to have both feet on the ground after traveling for so long, but it did absolute wonders to finally have some fresh air.

The Honda Civic closed the doors from behind you and the Christian-pop faded in the distance as the car rolled out of the motel parking lot, leaving you to face your soon-to-be home for the next few months.

The motel’s sign was barely hanging on for dear life, the walls had chipped yellow-ish paint, and the doors were falling off their hinges. It was practically invisible amongst all the regal and historical hotels that littered Brookfield. It was perfect.

You grabbed your small suitcase by the handle and made your way to the check in, a little hut outside of the motel. Your luggage bounced from the rickety cement and overgrown weeds, but your grip kept it from flopping over.

The door to the check in creaked from the force of your palm, screaming in age as you stepped inside the small room.

The floor was a dark mahogany, a vending machine ran brightly to your left with miscellaneous snacks, and dust covered the few chairs that lined up on the wall to your right. But the main attraction, was the older woman standing behind the reception desk in front of you.

She had red curly hair, down to her shoulders, and her eyes sagged with exhaustion. Her skin could be compared to a sickly green but the bright red lipstick she adorned made you think that it was a thick application of make up.

Oh, and the resting bitch face. Yep, you were definitely going to enjoy this woman’s presence.

“Uh–Hello, I’m here to check in for a room?” You had made your way up to the counter, standing awkwardly in front of the woman who continued to apply the same bright red color of her lips to her fingernails. This made you half-ponder when was the last time you painted your own nails.

The woman’s crooked name tag read “Louise” as she blatantly ignored your attempt at interacting. Louise barely even looked up to meet your eyes as she slowly turned to grab what you assumed as your room key from behind her.

Louise spoke with a know-it-all tone, a snide grin lit up her features, “There. No parties. No dealing before seven A.M. and no fucking past eight.”

Part of wondered why she announced the last rule like it was a pointed remark at you, but the other half of you knew exactly what she was trying to get at.

Fortunately for her, you hated confrontation in these situations.

You were also jet-lagged as all hell.

So you just kept your mouth shut and dragged your deranged detective ass out the check in door and to the stairs that led to your room.

The key read “17B” indicating it was on the second floor and almost all the way on the other side. The wooden stairs wobbled under your feet and you almost thought they would completely give out, but you carried your suit case all the way up the two-flights of stairs.

When you made it to your room, you haphazardly threw your clothes into one of the drawers (locking the door and moving the chain above it) and practically collapsed onto the old bed. It was fairly small for a motel room, and the same yellow paint donned the walls but with a 80’s pattern of lines and crescents.

You laid with your back on the mattress, feeling all the lumps and creaky springs underneath.

It was quiet in the room.

It’s not that you weren’t used to quiet.

But this time, you were completely alone. Your leather shoes felt heavy on your feet, and you could sense that a migraine was well on its way to your skull.

You were so fucking tired.

But you had a cultist to expose, lives were at stake, you couldn’t just sit here and rest.

A dark corner of your mind infested with guilt shunned you for thinking that you could possibly deserve the comfort of a bed. Or the comfort of a job.

Or the fact your alive–

“Fuck this.” You stood quickly and shrugged off your large trench coat, opting to brace the cold and sit down in the shaky chair in front of the wooden desk the laid in front of the bed. You flung open your laptop and spread out your papers.

A room temperature energy drink that you packed found its way in your hands as you typed away.

You didn’t sleep at all that night.

———————

Morning came slowly, and with it a fresh pair of deep circles engraved themselves under your eyes.

But with morning, came more opportunities to explore.

You freshened up, applied some dry-shampoo and washed your face, before heading out to explore Brookfield.

You had to get a sense of your surroundings in person, online maps and insane amounts of internet research could barely compare to being able to experience the real thing.

Your trench coat sagged on your shoulders, but without it, the fall-chill would’ve given you a cold so you tiredly walked your way into town. Your bag with your laptop, recording device, and USB drive sat heavily on your shoulder.

You easily mixed into the crowd of locals, sneakily taking time to take pictures with your phone of the posters of Kai Anderson that popped up every now and then.

All of which had “FEAR” written in at least one sentence, you’d think he’d be more subtle but it was almost like he was trying to get more negative attention than positive.

Hm. Weird.

After about an hour of just walking around and exploring Brookfield Heights, your lack of sleep caught up to you. So you decided it was time to get a nice something to eat and a whole lot of espresso.

Thankfully, there was a tiny cafe near the Butchery that was owned by the victim of a majority of Kai Andersons harassment, Ally Mayfair-Richards.

You glanced back at the restaurant before making your way into the little cafe, the warm scent of coffee and scones filled your nose at your entrance. The cold chill turned warm and you were finally able to take off your coat.

It was quaint but reminded you of a cabin in the woods with their wooden accents and architecture on the inside. It was a nice comparison to the modernized celeb hubs in LA.

There were few people inside, all were seated and kept to themselves. You quietly stepped up to the counter, deciding to order a large black coffee with four shots of espresso, and a blueberry muffin to nibble on while you worked.

The teenager behind the counter smiled at you before preparing your order, there were only two people working but they seemed eager.

Did they feel the impact of what was happening around them? Were they in his cult? What would happen the the kids if Kai Anderson succeeded?

Would it be your fault–

Again, your thoughts were cut off as the teenager handed you your drink and treat. Allowing the person behind you to place their own order after you paid.

Wait, person behind you?

You didn’t even notice the man that had made his way to the line, becoming the sixth customer inside the shop.

When you backed away from the counter, you were able to soak in his appearance.

Kai. Fucking. Anderson.

You pretended to find a seat and load up your laptop, but sweat pooled at the back of your neck.

What if he caught you? What if he busted you?

You had to act normal. Like it was a regular day in Brookfield Heights, and you were just a local getting some coffee.

You sipped anxiously at your caffeinated monster of black coffee as you subtly analyzed his appearance.

The cultist wore a black beanie, letting his oily blue hair dangle freely. His sweater was black, his shirt was black, his pants were black, and he wore black combat boots.

Was he trying to scream out that he was some kind of villain?

What was this guys fucking problem?

You knew he was on adderall and taking an inhumanly sized dose, but god, so much for inconspicuous killer.

But eventually you realized that if you didn’t have all the information you collected on this little town, you would’ve just thought it was a regular guy with eccentric style.

He ordered a large cinnamon latte, extra espresso with no whipped cream and low-fat milk. He poured one creamer and no sugar.

He carried his own papers and phone in one hand, while collecting his drink in the other. Kai Anderson walked over to the table right next to yours and sat down, scrolling aimlessly while taking notes? You couldn’t get a clear shot of what he was writing.

So, you were literally sitting in the same space as a serial killer and cultist. Life was great!

You managed to get away with a few more glances before exiting out of your tabs, all of which had extreme dirt on Kai, and opened a decoy word document that looked like boring tax papers.

You pretended to work on fucking taxes for twenty minutes without interacting with him at all, until Kai stood up from his chair (the only way you could tell was from the chair sliding against the floor) and sat in front of you.

You barely looked up from your laptop until he fully made himself comfortable in front of you, propping his arms on the table and staring directly at you.

Sometimes you wondered if fate had it out for you.

“Hey.” Kai cleared his throat, which indicated that you should probably stop ignoring the elephant in the room and look up at him.

In doing so, you got a clear glance at his face. Little bits of stubble decorated his cheeks, and his eyes were wide as they looked at you.

“Oh, Hi?” The silence was much better than talking, but this guy would probably slit your throat if you didn’t respond.

You tilted your head a little in faux innocence as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Kai seemed to fall for your act completely, “Are you new around here? I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

Fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck–

TO BE CONTINUED.

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maeriavizsendingjpmdose · 3 months

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The IT girls of the Cortez.

#it girls #it girl aesthetic #girlblogging #american horror story #ahs #ahs fandom #ahs hotel #ramona royale #liz taylor #the countess #lady gaga #elizabeth johnson #sally mckenna #sarah paulson #aesthetic #american horror story hotel #hotel cortez

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whoreofdilfs · 7 months

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I'm certain that James Patrick March and I will be getting to know each other well and will be close if I ever meet him.

#james patrick march x reader #james patrick march angst #james patrick march #james march #james march x reader #james patrick march x you #ahs cast #ahs fanfic #ahs hotel #hotel #hotel cortez #evan peters #evan peters #evam peters #evan peter

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cult-princess · 4 months

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all i want for christmas is one night with JPM in room 64 at the hotel cortez

#james patrick march #james march #mr march #JPM #ahs hotel #american horror story hotel #american horror story #evan peters #evan peters edit #hotel cortez #room 64 #christmas

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lcnelyghost · 1 year

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how about James march trying his best to keep the reader away from the countess, but they eventually start talking and it ends up with the countess manipulating the reader into thinking James doesnt like them? some angst maybe idkkk

I hope u have a great day, Thank u sm!!

ps: i love ur work :)

𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱’𝔰 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢, 𝔦𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰//𝔧𝔭𝔪 ✰

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; 𝔧𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥 𝔵 𝔣𝔢𝔪 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤; 𝔭𝔤

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; 𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔰

The sound of silence was the only sound present in the Cortez. Everyone was either out, asleep, or just trapped here, remaining in secret for however long they wished to be hidden.

You however, were wide awake in bed, just staring at the ceiling. James lay asleep beside you. His dark chocolate brown hair slightly messed up, a few bits resting upon his forehead. He always looked so peaceful when he was sound. You could never help but to admire his beautiful, sleeping form. With him being a ghost, he didn’t need much sleep. But even the dead got tired at times.

You sighed and slid out of bed, cringing when you saw James stir. You managed to creep quietly to another spot of the room, changing into clean clothes before leaving a note for you’re partner when he woke up.

Dearest James,

I have gone down to the bar for a bit of peace. I may not be here when you wake up, so no need to go looking for me. I will arrive back when i’m fully relaxed.

Love, Y/N.

You finished signing off the note before heading down to the bar. Luckily enough, Liz was still up serving drinks. So you wouldn’t need to help yourself and go a tad bit crazy. Perhaps she’d make sure you were keeping a limit on how much you were drinking.

She smiled at you before placing a glass down, putting in a few bits of ice. You liked when the two of you could talk in the dead hours of night. It was far more peaceful and no one would be able to disturb either of you.

“What are you in the mood for tonight, honey?” Liz asked. You requested you’re choice of beverage and she was busy making it within seconds. In the distance, you could see Sally sitting in one of the booths.

Liz handed you you’re drink and you thanked her gracefully. You took a sip before lighting a cigarette.

“Can’t sleep?” Liz guessed.

You shook you’re head and blew out a cloud of smoke. Not a single soul was in sight but yourself, Liz, and Sally. A chill ran down you’re spine as you listened in to the deadly silence.

“Is anyone else even up at this time?” You questioned. Liz just poured herself a drink and sat on the stool behind the bar.

“Well.. John sometimes comes down. I think Iris is probably sound asleep. And my Tristan always hits the snooze button the minute he lays down.” The two of you giggled. I think most of the ghosts were aware that Tristan LOVED his sleep. Even in death, he still found it incredibly important.

“Oh, and the Countess is always just out or in her room with Donovan or whoever she’s still with these days.” Liz said, swiftly gulping down her beverage. You raised a brow and stared behind her in deep thought.

“Everything ok honey?”

You were quick to snap back into reality. “Oh yeah, yeah. Just.. i’ve never seen her in person.”

Liz nearly choked on the small bag of chips she was now snacking on. “You’ve never seen the Countess?!?”

You awkwardly bit you’re lip. “No..”

Liz sighed a little. “Even.. even Mr March hasn’t mentioned her to you?”

“Nope..”

She looked rather confused but decided to shake it off. You were about to finish you’re drink but you seemed to notice how Liz was staring at the ground floor beneath the bar, paying close attention to the beautiful blonde woman walking through the doors.

“That’s her.”

“Sorry?”

“That’s the Countess.” Liz pointed out, getting herself off of the bar stool and pretending to clean up the minute the Countess caught her looking.

You drank the last of you’re glass before taking a good look at her. Soon enough, the two of you locked eye contact.

She smirked slightly before dismissing the thought of returning to her suite and heading up to the bar. Had you made a mistake by letting her notice you’re presence? You didn’t have a clue. From what you’ve heard of the Countess, you knew she wasn’t one to fuck around with. Be careful with you’re words. Always.

Her heels tapped against the stairs going upwards to the bar. Liz gave you a sort of ‘good luck’ expression before going off to speak to Sally.

She finally entered the bar and you turned you’re back to her, hoping she’d just go back to wherever she was originally planning on going.

That thought ended and you’re bubble was immediately burst. She took a seat on the bar stool next to you, sensing the fear radiating within.

“New face I take it?” She laughed with a slight hint of coldness to her tone, calling for Liz to come over and make her a drink. You saw the friendly, now nervous barmaid whisk out a large, fancy glass containing some sort of red liquid. You assumed it was wine, of course.

You gathered enough courage to face her, forcing a smile. “I’ve been here and there in the Cortez.”

“Hm, so what is it that draws you in to spend you’re time in this place?” The Countess questioned. You thought wisely about what answer you’d give her but just guessed it would be best to tell her the truth. You weren’t exactly threatened by her, but you just didn’t really want to know what she would do if you dared to offend her in any way, shape, or form.

“I stay here for someone who has drawn me in from the very first moment I met him.” You replied, watching her take a sip of her drink. She licked her lips and stared at you with great interest. Playfulness, even.

“Would I care to know this person?”

You sighed. “Maybe. Maybe not..”

She chuckled before signalling to you that she wanted an answer. Now.

“His name is James Patrick March. You may not have heard of him, but he has quite the reputation. So I won’t be surprised if you know who he is.”

She grinned wickedly before giggling softly. You blinked and wondered if telling her was the correct choice to make.

“Yes. As it turns out, i’m aware of who James is.”

You were confused on why she used his first name. You knew the guests and other ghosts only referred to him as Mr March. That was what he expected from all of them.

“Have you met?”

She laughed even further and you began to feel nauseous.

“James and I go way back. Though i’m sure you’re aware that he’s not from you’re timeline.” The Countess whispered. You nodded you’re head gently and didn’t know if you really wanted to find out how the Countess was acquainted with you’re beloved.

“You see, James and I were rather close back in our day. He appeared to have drawn me in with the same darkness I presume he drew you in with. It’s a pity though. Even when he put a ring on my finger, I didn’t entirely know what I was walking into.” Lying bitch. James had been the one to suffer for years due to her unloving and selfish personality. Though, that you had absolutely no clue about.

The minute she finished her last few sentences, you practically choked on you’re cold refill.

“I’m- i’m sorry?” You sputtered. James had a wife?

The Countess laughed again and took a few more sips of her drink. You felt yourself begin to feel like an idiot. James had been wed to her, and you knew nothing about it. He hadn’t mentioned anything that would indicate he had a previous lover. Especially not that his past lover was the Countess..

“I must warn you, he can be quite a handful when he wants to be. In fact, i’m still forced to have atleast one meal with him each month.” She huffed. You looked at her in disbelief. So that’s why James was never ‘available’ to see you on one specific day each month. Well, that’s how Miss Evers had put it.

“I’m guessing you’re aware of his past. I did not support his actions. But, I had to live with them. I tried to tell him about my doubts in our relationship, but I had no choice. I was stuck. I knew James would certainly never let me move forward..” The Countess lied again. Her tone was filled with pure, mock sadness.

You were at a loss for words. You’re.. you’re James was a control freak? If you ever wanted to leave him, he’d hold you captive within the walls of this hellhole?? That wasn’t what had struck you most. It’s the fact that he had been a lover of this woman for so long, and you didn’t even know about it..

I mean what could you possibly do? It was clear she wasn’t fond of him anymore, but was he still madly in love with her? Was he even YOU’RE James? Perhaps he’d been using you on the nights and days he never got to see the Countess.

“I must be getting back to my suite. Just.. keep in mind what I told you.” She grinned again, winking at you before abandoning her drink and leaving.

You sat there, a dreadful feeling of hurt and loneliness slowly passing over you. You’d been lied to. Again. So many men had all sorts of experiences in you’re life, and you thought James might just have been the one that changed everything. Well weren’t you the fool.

Liz came back over to you after she realised the Countess had left. She noticed the lining of tears in you’re eyes, suddenly growing worried.

“Sweetie, is everything alright?”

You fumbled for words. “I.. I need to go..”

You placed a hand over you’re mouth and dashed off. Leaving Liz confused and even more worried than what she was before.

***

You ran from hallway to hallway, desperately trying to get back to you’re suite. You passed Tristan on the way, he was fully clothed but was furiously rubbing at his clearly tired eyes. By the looks of it, he’d just awoken from his slumber.

“Oh hey Y/N..” He yawned, stumbling backwards when you shoved past him, still sobbing.

“Damn, someone’s pissed.” Tristan mumbled sleepily.

***

You finally reached you’re suite and burst through the door. There was no sight of James, so you ran to the bedroom and slammed the door behind you.

Curling up into a ball on the bed, you just sobbed. Sobbed and sobbed and sobbed you’re precious heart out, trying to release some of you’re pain.

James was quick to appear before you, totally stunned and extremely angry in case someone had hurt you.

“Darling! Oh, my darling.. what is wrong?” He said, reaching over to place a hand on you’re shoulder. You only flinched back in pure rage.

“Don’t touch me you bastard!”

James stared at you, wide eyed. He was totally bewildered. What had he done that would have hurt you so?

“I spoke with a familiar face in the bar. Very familiar, actually. You’d certainly know her..”

“Her?” He raised a brow.

“YOU’RE WIFE.”

James looked at you blankly. “Darling.. whatever do you mean?”

You scoffed and flew off the bed, pushing past him. He was quick to follow you into the sitting room.

“What do you mean ‘what do I mean?’ you asshat! You know exactly what I mean, James!” You screamed angrily. Flopping down onto the sofa in you’re fit of rage.

“Dearest please.. I don’t understand..”

You laughed at his foolishness. “The Countess. Does that ring any bells, Jimmy?”

He gulped slightly. You only referred to him as ‘Jimmy’ when you were extremely pissed. Now he knew he was in trouble.

“Dear, this a misunderstanding!” He yelled back. Beginning to grow frustrated with his words not even being acknowledged or listened to.

“James.. I know for a fact that this isn’t a misunderstanding. The Countess told me everything. How you got married, that you wouldn’t let her leave, how you trapped her in here! Is that what you’ll do to me?” You whimpered, noticing the look of hurt on his face.

He took a few steps closer to you and sat on the armchair nearby, sighing.

“My love, you know I would never hurt you. Ever. And as for the Countess, that woman isn’t so perfect herself. Our story.. wasn’t like that at all. I was betrayed, lied to. I thought I had fallen in love but I was so confused.. and desperate for that matter. Elizabeth used me as a distraction. A past lover of hers had passed away, and she felt herself also on the brink of death. So.. I tried so very hard to help the poor dear. Something in her had interested me, so.. I found myself feeling the need to make her happy. But what I didn’t know, was it was all a trick. A cruel, meaningless, trick. Her past lover was still alive and well. He offered to give her something I couldn’t. Immortality. That man had been infected with what appeared to be some sort of ancient blood virus.. something that would make one strong and forever beautiful. Elizabeth agreed to run away with him and his other lover, threatening to leave everything I had with her behind. They were all unaware that I knew all about this wicked plan. I.. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted her back. I still craved her touch and the warm feeling of undying love. So, I hid her lover away within the walls of the Cortez. He was trapped. Never to be found again. Just a few years ago.. Elizabeth managed to find out about this news. I didn’t bother hiding it. Whatever I did wouldn’t matter. I was practically abandoned by her so many years ago. All I did was watch as she moved on from man to man, not a single thought going to me at all..”

You looked at him with shock. Feeling nothing but guilt and utter stupidity. The Countess hadn’t been the victim in all this. It was you’re James.. you’re poor, poor James.

“So, my dear. The Countess was not the first woman I fell in love with. It was you..” He whispered, getting up from his chair and kneeling down in front of you.

“Oh James.. oh James!” You cried, wrapping you’re arms around him.

“I’m sorry.. i’m so, so, so sorry!” You cried further. James shushed you gently and pulled out his handkerchief, drying you’re tear stained cheeks.

He pulled you into his touch, kissing you’re lips softly. You returned the kiss, turning it into a more passionate, loving experience.

“Darling..”

“Yes, James?”

“Marry me.”

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𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔰!!

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱; @v-love (𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔞𝔳 𝔬𝔣𝔠)

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user9898657876655667 · 1 year

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HAUNTINGLY BEAUTIFUL - james patrick march x fem!reader

CW: mentions of killing & blood references, slight smut involved

SUMMARY: mr march has always been someone who truly cherishes the things he loves so very dearly. he may be that of a sinister being, but you are one of the few who’s able to see his potential and absolute beauty.

(this short fic is based on the song, salvatore, by; lana del rey. all rights go to her when specific lyrics are mentioned!!! i do not own any rights to her music at all!! if you haven’t listened to the song already, i advise you do before reading this small imagine. it would set the mood and make everything appear far more better!!)

You currently were in the arms of your lover, James Patrick March. The man who you’d finally confessed your love to after so many years. The same man you’d craved to be with.

All the lights in Miami begin to gleam

Ruby, blue and green, neon too

Everything looks better from above my king

Like aqua marine, ocean's blue

It had taken you some amount of time to reveal your true feelings to March. After all, he was a man of power. His spiffy suits and slicked back hair made the hotel creator’s image clean and significant. Though nothing could come between him and his one true passion; murder.

Ah ah ah ah

Cacciatore

La da da da da

Limousines

Ah ah ah ah

Ciao amore

La da da da da

Soft ice cream

That is, except for one thing.. you. The minute James saw you, he immediately knew he had to have you. He wanted you to stay trapped within the walls of the Cortez. With him, and him only.

All the lights are sparkling for you it seems

On the downtown scenes, shady blue

Beatboxing and rapping in the summer rain

Like a boss, he sang Jazz and Blues

From your soft velvety voice, to your long lashes and ruby-red lips, he adored you. The way each outfit you wore sculpted your body ever so perfectly when you decided to go and visit him, my, my. It made the notorious serial killer grovel on his knees. Which was something he thought would only occur whenever his past lover was around, but Mr March had now proven himself wrong.

Ah ah ah ah

Cacciatore

La da da da da

Limousines

Ah ah ah ah

Ciao amore

La da da da da

Soft ice cream

He suspected you may back away after hearing the amount of awful things he did in his fortress of murder, hidden away behind closed doors. But you did not care one bit. You felt devoted to him. You wanted to experience at least one serious interaction with James, whether it be him killing you, or claiming you as his.

The summer's hot

And I've been waiting for you all this time

I adore you, can't you see, you're meant for me?

Summer's hot but I've been cold without you

I was so wrong not to tell, I'm in regine, tangerine dreams

James liked the idea of keeping you forever. Even if he had to kill you himself to do so, he would. March’s desperation to have you was growing as time began to tick by. He had to bite his tongue whenever he saw you. All he wished for was you in his suite, as he lifted you in his arms into the bedroom. Ripping the exquisite clothing you had right off of your body, revealing everything you had to offer. A man’s desire. His desire.

Catch me if you can

Working on my tan

Salvatore

Dying by the hand

Of a foreign man

Happily

Calling out my name

In the summer rain

Ciao amore

Salvatore can wait

Now it's time to eat

Soft ice cream

Then came the day where you did indeed confess, and you will never forget the sadistic smile that crept onto his face.. it was haunting, yet.. beautiful..

Ah ah ah ah

Cacciatore

Ah ah ah ah

Limousines

Ah ah ah ah

Ciao amore

Ah ah ah ah

Soft ice cream

Now, you were truly his. Mr March’s bride and his beloved partner. Both of you would soon be unstoppable. Not even death could prevent the two of you from reigning over the Hotel Cortez. And NOTHING would EVER put an end to both James and yourself being together. When you allowed him to place a large diamond ring on your finger, there was no going back. You even went as far as to take your own life to be with the pure evil soul you’d fallen in love with, and were you happy about it? Most absolutely.

#american horror story #evan peters #james patrick march #james march x reader #james march #mr march #jpm x reader #fem reader #lana del rey #ahs fandom #ahs x reader #ahs imagine #quick fic #ahs hotel #hotel cortez #the countess #hotel #evan peters ahs

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Hiiii, maybe this is a little odd buuut can i request a sub!jpm x dom!reader?? Thaaanks 💖

sorry if this took me so long but as I said in the last post I have been sick

"WILL YOU BE MRS MARCH?" - sub!james x dom!fem!reader (smut)

CW: cussing, explict sexual speaking, dirty talk, pussy licking, nipple sucking, p in v penetration, begging (james), cumming

PROLOGUE: you were a vampire and you had replaced the countess since she didn't want to lead as she used to. elizabeth felt mortified after her death so you took over her place, her room and even her habits. james was absolutely mesmerized by this so you definitely caught his attention.

SUMMARY: james visited you in your room and unexpectedly fell in love with you.

"come in" you said as you heard someone knocking at your room door.

you were peacefully enjoying wine, sat on your luxury couch and wearing your favorite silk dress.

you lifted your head and saw the big doors opening and revealing a male figure entering.

"I just killed the man you asked me to kill" james said to you. you had commissioned him to kill your ex boyfriend, he had cheated on you and since you were the fucking countess now, you decided to let him pay for what he had done.

"well done" you calmly said.

james slowly walked towards the couch you were sitting on and looked at you.

"why did you want me to do it?" he asked.

"my dear, killing a man like him means dirtying your own hands of shit"

"was he a piece of shit?"

"absolutely." you sharply answered.

"did he treat you bad? like, you knew each other?" he asked. his facial expression became more worried.

"I don't talk about my past." you said and stood up to take another glass of wine.

"would you like to join me, mr march?" you asked him. it was kinda sexy the way you said that which made james accepting instantly.

"take a sit" you invited mr march to sit next to you and so he did.

"you look gourgeous, miss y/l/n" he unexpectedly said.

you gave him a glass of red wine and acted like he didn't say anything. after about two minutes of awkward silence, he spoke - "perhaps it's the dress... or the hair or the makeup... but you are beautiful, my dear...".

you stopped drinking and turned your head to look at james. he suddenly moved his hand and placed it on yours. you jolted at the touch and your eyes widened as james kissed your lips. the hand that first touched yours moved to your cheek caressing it, meanwhile the other hand rested on your hip. he had such a firm grip.

it was quite shocking for you until you realized how good that kiss was. maybe james was just a good kisser, but you felt a bunch of butterflies filling your stomach.

you ended the contact and looked into james's eyes. "I fell in love with you" james said. he suddenly stood up and kneeled in front of you. he took your hands and spoke - "I need you to ride me" he whimpered.

you looked at him and slowly brought his hands under your dress. "earn me" you sexily said to turn him on.

james gasped as you made him touch your entrance. "take my panties off" you whispered into his ear.

he didn't hesitate and immediately did so without breaking the eye contact.

once he took them off, he opened your legs wider revealing your cunt to his eyes. he looked breathless and immediately dived inside.

you moaned as his tongue touched your clit and you almost closed your legs because of the sudden pleasure.

you started moving under his touch and grabbed a handful of his hair. james licked it faster so that you could cum quickly into his mouth.

your waist was moving in sync with his tongue movements and you were definitely enjoying every second of that.

"I-I'm c-cumming..." you moaned. james did not answer you, he just didn't take his mouth off you but he kept licking your pussy instead. he understood that you were about to release so he added two fingers into you.

this move made you cry out and instantly cum all over his fingers and tongue.

"you taste delicious" he commented while savouring your liquid. he stood up and impatienty kissed you making you taste yourself too.

"did I earn you now?" he asked whimpering a bit. you could see his desire in his eyes to get fucked by you.

"yes... you did" you said still breathless for the orgasm you just had before. you stood up and took james's suit off and then you pulled his boxer down. you pushed him on your couch and placed yourself on him.

james looked at you from the bottom and had his hands on your hips. you took his face and roughly kissed his lips, making this kiss the most beautiful one you've ever had.

you smooched on the couch for a while until the sound of your lips smacking ceased. you had put his hard cock inside your entrance making gasp both of you at the same time.

james's grip got stronger on your hips and he leaned his head back in overexcitement.

"oh my god darling... faster..." he whined. you didn't listen to him and kept thrusting very slowly but harshly at the same time.

"oh... fuck..." he groaned. "please... please go faster..." he begged you driving you with his hands to make you bounce faster.

"I-I'm cumming..." he warned you but you immediately slowed down. "not yet baby" you said to him smirking.

you decided to have mercy on that poor man so you increaed the speed of your thrusts but you wanted to hear him beg for you anyway.

you took your dress off exposing your breasts because you were wearing no bra before. james widened his eyes and immediately grabbed one of your breast in his hand. he bended over and put the other nipple into his mouth so you were forced to lean your head back in excitement.

"don't stop darling... d-don't stop" he whimpered.

"cum for me" you said and james let himself cum releasing his seed and coating your walls. his cum leaked out a bit but you didn't dirty much.

"will you be mrs march?" james asked you.

"I'll think about it" you said smirking and making smirk him too.

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epar87 · 2 months

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*🤍*

#evan peters #ahs #ahs fandom #hotel cortez #american horror story #james patrick march #ahs hotel

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ofmyformerself · 1 month

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That’s my baby 😍

#jpm #james patrick march #evan peters #ahs hotel #ahs series #1800s #serial killer #hotel Cecil #cecil hotel #hotel cortez #american horror story #ahs #ahs fandom

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ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴘᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ + ᴛᴇxᴛ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ

#american horror story #ahs #ahs hotel #james patrick march #jpm #ahs countess #lady gaga #Evan peters #hotel cortez #mr march #☻ just for laughs #ahs memes #ahs text post #jpm x reader #kai anderson #kai anderson x y/n #tate langdon #kit walker

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icannotpickanamewtf · 10 months

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ᴛᴡɪsᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴇʀᴠᴇs (PT. 1)

EVAN PETERS AHS x READER

Chapter Focus: Kai Anderson x Reader

(CHAPTER TWO)

BTW i am still going to write The Day The Music Died dont worry!!!

It was a dark night outside the Los Angeles Detective Department.

The stars glimmered through the window, taunting you with their freedom and bright lights.

The city never rests, and you were surely no exception.

Papers upon papers stacked on your office table, case file after case file towered over you.

The thin blanket you spread over your lap did little to protect you from the chilly fall draft that swept through the detective department halls.

Your black point pen made a ’sktch-sktch’ sound against the file you had been slaving away on for the past hour.

No other voices could be heard besides the radio that played endlessly on top of your desk.

The soft light from your silver lamp drenched the mahogany of your table with a warm orange, assisting you in your caffeinated-fueled endeavors.

“—skzzz—-now with you’re daily news—skkzzzz—a traffic—“ The radio fizzled in and out of focus, yet you paid no mind to it’s malfunctions because of how lost you were in your work.

It was another long night for you. It seemed like these ‘long nights’ were becoming regular nights. They mixed into your days at the department and made your sleep schedule all different kinds of fucked up.

Caffeine was like a passionate lover to you.

Maybe a little too passionate.

You really needed to stop romanticizing your caffeine addiction and horrible work schedule.

You looked up from the file and saw a yellow sunrise peeking past the dark curtains that fell upon the sky.

The time on the clock just above your door read the daunting number 6:34.

Fuck. Did you seriously just work yourself into your next–

“An all-nighter again? Did you even go home this time?” A voice cut through the once echoing silence that surrounded you.

You swiveled your head sheepishly to look at the dark-haired man that opened the door to your office. He stood slanted against the wooden frame and held the biggest smirk you’d ever seen him wear.

You pulled your hand up to rub at the back of his neck as a red-tint rose up into your cheeks. “Look, Frank. I…I might’ve gotten a little carried away. But–“

“–Boss wants you in his office. He told me it was a ‘special’ case.” Frank interrupted your sad attempts of defending yourself as he started to exit your doorway.

How many cases would it take to kill you? You had to be on your way to six-feet-fucking under at this point. “Another one?” You groaned and only heard Frank laugh at your dread in response before he made his way to his own work.

You absentmindedly ran your calloused fingers through your hair and closed the laptop you were researching with, but not without sliding your pen in your pocket. You always kept it on hand with a pamphlet of small writing papers.

God, when did you become such a workaholic?

You stood from where your butt left a permanent imprint on your leather office chair and turned the broken radio off.

“skzzzz—Jess, what do you think of—vrrrm.” Now ready to leave your tiny office, briefly touching up your ‘sleep-deprived look’ to become somewhat presentable, you made the long and terrible trek to your bosses office.

Your shoes clacked against the cold tile floors, now with no blanket to protect your lap, your legs shivered at the clipping breeze from the October air.

The dark grey trench coat that dripped across your shoulders swayed with each step. The fuzzy fibers clung to your dress shirt, but you’d long grown accustomed to the uncomfortable feeling it left in its wake.

After completely and utterly zoning out (probably from the lack of sleep), you reached your destination: ‘Bosses Office.’

You carefully rapped your knuckles against the smooth door in front of you, awkwardly standing there with your hands in front of you.

‘Patty McClien' was written on the gold plate that decorated the wood. When you first started working under the LA Detective agency, you had always thought it was short for Patricia or Petunia…

But it was just Patty.

“Helllooo? Mr. McClien…?” You softly spoke through the door.

A gruff chuckle came from inside, “Come in, kid.”

You crept your way to stand in front of the large wooden desk that ran across the other half of the room, an aging man sat in a leather chair [identical to your own] across from you.

“You don’t have to knock anymore, you know? You’re my top-ranked officer–“ The grey hairs and soft brown locks collided and meshed together in his beard. Patty had a thick blocky mustache and thinning hair on the top of his head.

A navy blue tie and black slacks decorated his form while he leaned back in his chair.

“–so you’ve decided to pile another case for me, huh?” You cut to the point so you wouldn’t have to deal with the unnecessary monologue about your placement in the LA Detective Agency.

Patty let out a loud belly laugh, “I always loved how straight to the point you are, but this case is a little…different than the others.”

You sighed. “No offense, sir, but I don’t think I can really handle all that at the moment. I’m kind of swamped.” You thought back to all the papers awaiting your meticulous editing and revising. All those case files you barely laid eyes on sat collecting dust at the bottom of the stack.

“I’m willing to excuse those files to another detective. I need you on this one, officer.” Patty had a grave expression on his features, a stark contrast to what you were used too.

Patty never said ‘needed.’

He never begged.

You were silent as you thought over this new possibility. I mean, how hard could one case be? You’ve solved some pretty difficult shit before.

“Of course, sir. You can count on me.”

Patty gripped the table, still staring at you with a dead glare. “Detective, you need to understand…this isn’t a simple case. It’s taken years for someone to even get a lead on it. Are you sure?”

What exactly were you even getting into?

…–Well fuck it. That civil dispute you’d been working on was boring anyways.

“Yes, sir.”

The older man nodded in approval at your determination. “Well I’ve asked one of the rookies to leave the stack of folders on your desk, all your cases can be distributed to the lower ranks for the time being.”

Your head tilted in confusion as you realized you didn’t even get a short description of the case you were about to analyze, “Wait sir–“

The phone on his desk rang and Patty reached to take the call.

“Don’t disappoint me, Detective.” He said before shooing you out of his office.

You had a reputation of doing the exact opposite. This case wasn’t going to break that winning streak.

You were going dig and grind into this thing until nothing else was left.

It was what you did best.

—— ∑–-----

There was a new file that laid on your mahogany table. The dark wood was a contrast to the sharp white paper,

’The Brookfield File.’

A series of murders had been committed in Brookfield Heights, Michigan, without a culprit. They followed the recent election of 2016 for the presidential candidates Trump and Hillary.

So you were dealing with extremists. Fun.

What was most amusing, was the city council member Kai Anderson. Apparently, he’d been seen causing quite the ruckus in the tiny town, making him a large suspect.

Then there was Ally Mayfair-Richards, a small restaurant owner.

Who had to be super unlucky to be the subject of Kai Andersons endless harassment.

You always loved a good ‘grudge’ case.

But this town seemed so…torn. Almost as if Kai Anderson wanted it to fall apart at the seems, but why?

Why would a city councilman want his own town to go up in flames?

You took a break from the physical papers that you had been flipping through on your desk to look up Kai Anderson on your laptop.

Some articles sprinkled here and there with the follow up of even more controversy…

Then you struck gold.

Several so-called ‘sermons’ that Kai had held were on YouTube, clearly planted by his devoted followers to help gain more traction for the cities election a few months back.

All of them had one theme in common: Fear meant power.

He carefully instilled a deep sense of mistrust and guided them right under his fucking thumb.

Maybe a little vacation in Michigan could give you some answers?

NOTE: I am re-writing this from off of AO3 cause i really love evan peters ahs characters (even if they are morally grey) and I loved this idea but i only had just begun writing stuff when i wrote this on AO3!

BTW i am still going to write The Day The Music Died dont worry!!! This is just another series i enjoy writing even if the fandom is a little dead...

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DEVILS NIGHT

Pairing: James Patrick March x wife!reader

Warnings: not proofread!, smut, unprotected P in V, nipple play, fingering, oral sex m!receiving,use of ‘good girl’, V slapping, dirty talk, murders, blood, kidnapping (none to reader) mentions of other famous killers and their crimes, James being completely pussy whipped for you, 18+, MDNI, below the cut!

Word count: 1,452

You would talk to Liz and Iris allot, like nearly all the time, part of your daily routine, Liz would talk about her son, Doug, while Iris would talk about pop culture drama and about her son, Donovan.

It was devils night tonight, which meant the biggest party of the year, at least for James and his..friends, some of the worst, most horrible serial killers in all of America, the guest list was a crazy crazy thing, consisting of.. John Wayne Gacy, Aileen Wuornos, Jeffery Dahmer, Richard Ramirez, The Zodiac Killer and don’t forget John Lowe.

As it was your husband, James’ birthday today..you would have to bring his breakfast up to him in your shared hotel room, you made him the breakfast you would have made him 80 something years ago..While you two were alive.. your little cooking magazines you would buy called ‘American Cookery’, you would make him Coffee, shredded wheat and hot milk, it’s what was said in the breakfasts for business men and women..so you made him that, mixed with a little bowl of his favourite fruits, grapefruit, strawberries and bananas.

“Breakfast is ready sweetheart” you say as you shut the hotel room door with your foot, walking over to your shared bed, He’s half naked, he would only sleep in his pyjama pants, he was half asleep when you came in, his usual gelled hair, an absolute mess, you where still in your nightgown and dressing gown for goodness sake.

“I could never have wished for a better lover, darling” he says, in his sleepy morning voice, he’s quite cute in the morning for a man who’s killed hundreds of people, can’t say much. So have you.

He put the tray on the nightstand and smiles at you, opening his arms, one thing James would never admit is: he’s a cuddler at night, especially in the morning, his big arms wrapped around you and he smiles. “My beautiful girl” he says as he kisses your forehead.

“Jamie” you giggle in response, his face in your neck as he gently kissed and sucked on the skin, in certain places making you moan a bit.

“Mmm I could just have you as my birthday breakfast” he says, kissing down your neck and shoulder as he slipped your dressing gown off, making you giggle and always feel special around him.

“Mmm make love to me handsome” you say as he captures your lips in his, his hand sliding down your back to grope your ass through your nightgown, the fabric of the skirt moving against his fingers, you could already feel the soaking pool in your panties.

“God I love that laugh” he says as he takes your dressing gown off, throwing it to the side, then pulling down your nightgown at the front, so your tits spill out, causing you to blush and hide your face.

You could already feel him getting rock hard under you, funny thing is, ghosts can be dead but still have human emotions, it’s strange..but that also means the anatomy stays the same, you two had been dead since 1929 and still getting turned on by each other, been married in 1925.

“You know” You say as you kiss him. “It’s been nearly 100 years since we met..we met when..1924?” You say as your lips graze his.

He smiles into the kiss, his fingers sliding down you thighs, feeling your underwear. He smirks. “My word I am a lucky man..” making you whine a small bit.

His fingers trace the wet patch in your panties and you groan against his neck. “Mhm let it out, be a good girl for me” he whispers in your ears as his fingers hook the sides of your panties, pulling them down, the cool breeze hitting your pussy lips making you groan through the cold air of the room.

“Fuck you’re so wet aren’t you darling? This is what I do to you huh? You like when I’m all over you?, good girl” He pulled his hand away from your pussy and spanked it, he loved spanking your pussy with his hand, he thought it was just so..erotic the way you would writhe next to him as he knew he was in control..that’s what he loved, control.

You were so horny already, you could barley form words, only little whines and moans. “Shh baby it’s okay you’re doing so good” he says as he kisses your neck, his fingers grazing your pussy lips, his wet fingers gently touching your clit making you shut your eyes and bite your lip.

“Just..fuck me already!” You whine as you arch your back against him, he just gave you a soft laugh. “Mhmm baby, you wanna suck me off first? You look so good blowing me” he says as he grips your boobs, twisting your nipples in his fingers.

You could only nod in response to your husbands words, pulling his pyjama pants down and pulling his boxers down, giggling as his cock sprung up, she was always so excited to give him head, so eager. “Always so eager my love” he says as he touched your hair gently as he smiled at you.

You giggled as you licked a thick stripe up his cock making him let out a soft breath, he leaned back on the bed and got comfortable, you knew how to please him, you two have only been married ninety seven years…

When your mouth touched his tip he knew he wasn’t going to last long in your mouth, your hot mouth wrapped around his thick cock was something he adored for the past years, his cock hitting the back of your throat was an unforgettable experience..

His big hand pressed right against the back of your head, pressing your mouth further onto his cock, he gently started thrusting his hips up to your face, his cock now fucking your mouth.

He felt close so he tapped your cheek. “C’mon sweetie, I’m close” he says as he taps his cock against your lips, turning you around so your ass is up in the air. “Ready Darling?” He says as his hands grab your hips from behind.

He slides his cock between your wet folds, your body arching to get a better angle, He grabs a fistful of your hair pulling your hair back towards him as he fucks you.

Small mumbles of “yes” and “harder” slip out of your mouth as you two become closer and closer by the second, James had been coming inside you for the past 97 years, not like either of you cared.

You griped the sheets for dear life as he mercilessly fucked you into the bed, his grip on your hair and his right hand gripped onto your hip, leaving a red handprint, his fingers almost going pale white from holding so tight.

You two soon came, you couldn’t really hear what he was saying over your own moans and groans, his cock continuously pounding into your pussy from behind, such a sight would make a porn star look like an amateur.

After your eventful morning, You two just knew devils night was going to be a beautiful horror of a night. You danced with Aileen as you had been doing every devils night, she would jokingly kiss your face and call you sexy to annoy James. “That is my wife you��re referring to Aileen remember that”

“Welcome to Our annual devils night” James speaks up as his hand snakes around your waist to grip your hip. “We shall enjoy our food, then get onto the fun”, everyone knew what that fun meant, a murder, by all of them at the table.

James kissed your lips gently and Jeffery Dahmer gave a look of disgust, making you look at him as you filled your wine. “Now now jeffery don’t look at me like that, you ate people”

As Ms Evers came in with the dinner, she gave you a filthy look, as if you had rolled in shit and piss your whole life, yes obviously she’s had to clean blood stains off you and James’ bed from murders but..she signed up for it when she died in 1929 didn’t she.

James played with your fingers as you blew some smoke out of your mouth from your cigarette, he was absolutely whipped for you and it was completely obvious, he would beg on his knees for your attention at times.

Once the dinner was finished, Sally brought a man in, a tall man, a little overweight, balding, didn’t have any family so he wouldn’t be missed, as every devils night everyone attacked him and killed him, James looked at his beautiful woman, your hands covered in the man’s blood and James sighs happily.

“What a beautiful way to spend my birthday” he says as he kissed your cheek before rubbing his fingers across the blood stained part of your cheek.

You gently kissed his lips and smiles.

“Round two?”

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I DONT THINK THIS IS VERY GOOD LMAO

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