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waiting like a lonesome queen
james march x f!reader
summary: you’d always known hazel evers had a bit of a jealous streak when it came to mr. march, but you never thought she’d act on it.
wc: 3.5k
warnings: violence, blood, murder, etc. its jpm so that’s expected.
The evening had been calm—much too calm for your liking, considering what was to come. Tonight, was the first Halloween party you were throwing since the opening of the Cortez, and you’d been restless about it all week.
Despite the suggestions from James to let someone else take care of the planning, you’d wanted to be in control of the situation.
It was also a celebration of your husband’s birthday, after all. That led to a few fitful nights of rest, hoping you’d gotten all the details correct.
“Mrs. Evers?” you glanced at her in the full-length mirror of your bedroom, watching as the woman struggled with an armful of unclean linens. “Would you mind fastening the straps of my dress? I can’t seem to get them.”
You’d been struggling with the straps for the past few minutes as the older woman watched passively. It had taken you weeks to decide upon a Halloween costume for the party, and of course, James had wasted no time in getting the best tailor to make one for you. It was an elaborate outfit; one you certainly couldn’t have put together on your own.
Hazel Evers stared back at you with disdain as she threw the sheets on the floor with a great sigh. Despite the simplicity of the request, it appeared to cause her much grief. “Well… Alright.”
You frowned as she shuffled towards you, clearly put out. The fabric curled into your fists as you gripped it a little tighter, narrowing your eyes. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your task. I can just wait until James comes back up if—”
She seemed to pick up her pace after that, upon you in an instant. “There’s no need for Mr. March to be concerned with such trivial things,” she huffed, doing the straps up quickly. Your costume was together in moments. “He’s got the party to attend to, after all!”
That brought a laugh out of you as you stared at yourself in the mirror, straightening your attire. “Well, I’m sure he wouldn’t be too bothered. He is my husband, after all.” You met the woman’s eyes through the mirror, almost pitying her sullen expression. “And the party was my idea, wasn’t it? I should be there as well.”
“I’d almost forgotten that!” she said, feigning delight. Although, really, you knew she hadn’t forgotten at all. “I’m sure it will be quite a wonderful affair, what with it being Mr. March’s birthday and all. He’s invited quite the collection of individuals.”
“Well, he’s never been one for meager displays.” You smiled, though it had grown tight. The tension between you had escalated in the moments after mentioning your husband, and the object of Mrs. Evers’ desires, James March.
It hadn’t taken you long to pick up on her affection towards him, despite James’s calculated ignorance. The way she was constantly at his beck and call, bending over backwards to grant his wishes made it all too obvious. The same treatment extended to you on the occasion that James was around. But the moment he stepped out of the room, leaving the two of you on your own, Mrs. Evers did nothing for you without a loud sigh and unconfined lethargy.
You’d never brought it up to James; you’d never felt the need. She was a loyal minion, and though she made it clear your demands irritated her, you figured she’d never do anything to disrespect you or interfere with James’s work. The moment she did so would be the moment she lost him completely.
Just as you were about to begin a new conversation, tired of the glare from the other woman, James approached, his voice drowning out all other sounds in the room.
“Darling, are you almost ready? The guests will be arriving soon.”
Mrs. Evers bristled for one moment before he revealed himself, smoking languidly as he waltzed into the room. His eyes glued on you immediately, tracing every line of your body as he took in the state of your attire.
“Yes, I’m all done here,” you said, turning away from the mirror to face him. “Does it look alright?”
“Alright?” James grinned, closing the distance between you. He cupped your jaw with his free hand, staring at you intensely, the passion already so alive in his eyes. “I have half a mind to cancel the party just so I can have you to myself for the rest of the night.” His face flashed with something dangerous. “But perhaps I’ll allow the rest of Los Angeles one evening to see how utterly beautiful you are, my dear.”
Your face broke out into a wide smile, heart already racing as he met your lips with his own.
“You flatter me too much, James,” you said, but the two of you knew you secretly enjoyed his effortless praise and lingering glances.
“Well, I’d simply hate for you to forget what a marvel you are.”
You laughed, pressing your lips to his cheek with delight.
Everything between you was so easy. You’d almost forgotten that there was another presence in the room. Mrs. Evers let out a small squeak as she bumped into the armoire, the sound reverberating through the space of your bedroom.
There was an immediate shift in James, the serenity of the moment evaporating. He stepped away from you, but left one hand on your waist, keeping you close. The irritation in his eyes should’ve been unnerving to anyone on the receiving end.
“Don’t you have elsewhere to clean at this present moment?” he shouted, a lock of hair coming undone from his outburst. “Out!”
Mrs. Evers just accepted his wrath with indifference, nodding. “Of course, Mr. March. I just thought I’d tidy up your room for you while the guests are here.”
“Well, if I’m not mistaken, for the time being, this room is otherwise occupied!”
“James, it’s alright,” you said, tugging him towards the door. “We should probably be going downstairs, anyway. Leave Mrs. Evers to the sheets.”
He blinked back at you, as if coming back to himself under your soft gaze. “Yes. Right as always, my love.” He took one last glance at his loyal assistant, straightening his hair and attire. “Just finish up what you’ve got to in here. We’ll need you downstairs for the party.”
“Yes, Mr. March.”
You rolled your eyes. She could’ve at least tried to hide her infatuation with your husband from your intelligent observations. “Thank you, Mrs. Evers. You’re such a great help around here.”
Kindness wouldn’t win her over, that you knew. But sometimes, you felt a little sorry for her.
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“How do you stand it?” one of the women, the wife of an esteemed politician, asked you with shock. It was clear she was trying to get a rise from you.
Her blond hair was curled up with pins, red lipstick contrasting her pale features. The excessive makeup was compensation for her bland attire.
You turned, nearly forgetting that you’d been involved in the conversation at all. She’d spent the past twenty minutes telling you about her newborn baby, barely giving you a chance to speak.
“Stand what?” you asked curiously, taking a sip of whatever was in your glass.
She laughed, clearly mocking you, and the high-pitched screeching grated against your ears. “Well, all the women gawking at your husband, of course.”
You turned, following her gaze across the room to a hoard of young women, not much older than you, who were all eyeing James like vultures.
“He’s rich, he’s handsome, and he’s young.” She gave you a once-over, sniffing. “And you’re such an… unassuming thing. I’m sure most women would think it easy to remove you from the picture.”
“Is that so?” you stated absentmindedly, staring at James just a few feet away.
He was chatting with another man animatedly, though when he felt your eyes on him, he turned, meeting your gaze with a wink of his own.
“Well, I can assure you that is an incorrect assessment,” you said to the blonde. “I trust James wholeheartedly.”
She laughed. “Alright, sure. I’d love to have that much faith in my own spouse.” She watched James briefly, studying his movements as if trying to uncover his hidden desires.
It would never happen, that much you knew. James kept his secrets close to his chest.
“The point still stands. In a few years, you won’t be so young. Perhaps he’ll start looking for someone else.”
The statement sent a hot flash of anger throughout you, burning to your very soul. Your youth certainly wasn’t escaping you any time soon.
“Right. Well, if you’ll excuse me.” You nodded to the woman, desperate to get out of her presence. Without another word, you turned, heading over to where James was standing.
When he noticed your approach, he brightened, outstretching his hand to welcome you into the conversation. The other men were not so pleased by a woman intruding on their less than intelligent ramblings, but James was indifferent.
“Ah, gentlemen. You’ve yet to meet the lovely Mrs. March, have you?” James said, placing a hand between your shoulder blades lightly.
You smiled politely and introduced yourself by name, shaking the gentlemen’s hand like a seasoned professional. Within moments, you’d charmed them out of their original contempt. They were quickly engaged in your apt storytelling, hanging onto your every word.
Be it because of your beauty or your intelligence, you didn’t care much. As long as you could grab their attention, any means would suffice.
“What a girl you’ve got there, March.” One of the older men clapped him on the back a little too friendly, laughing like they were old mates. “Perhaps you wouldn’t mind sharing?”
The words were starched. A dangerous look flashed through James’s irises. One you recognized all too well. The outcome was never fortunate for those on the other end.
“Fortunately for dear James, I am quite fond of making my own decisions.” You grinned, leaning into him for an added effect. “I’m afraid I’ll have to decline, sir.”
That sent the men into a garish laughter which you had anticipated, only serving to irritate the man beside you. You felt the tension rise in James, the straightening of his back. He hid his anger well, but you picked up on it easily.
You were nearly certain that at least one of the men would not make it out of the hotel alive.
Moments passed, and though you tried your best to stay engaged, you grew weary of the frivolous conversation. The night had already felt so long—the week even longer.
You stifled a yawn, though James caught it immediately.
“If you wish to retire early, I don’t mind in the slightest.” He said to you under his breath, glancing at the darkened shadows under your eyes.
You’d worked so hard to make the party happen that you’d almost grown too exhausted to enjoy it.
“It’s alright, James. I should stay down here until the guests leave,” you said, though you were barely able to suppress the second yawn that came out of you.
“Nonsense. Who knows when half of them will be leaving.” James glanced over your shoulder, meeting the eyes of someone across the room. He snapped his fingers idly. “I’ll have Mrs. Evers walk you back upstairs, and then I’ll accompany you shortly.”
“There’s no reason for me to—”
“My dear, you are positively fatigued. I’m only looking out for your best interests.”
You considered arguing, but James was insistent. With a soft exhale, you relented. “Alright. But there really is no need for me to have an escort.”
“There’s no telling what sort of degenerates snuck in here when we weren’t watching.” He’d pulled you away from the other gentleman without you even noticing, giving you an easy escape route.
You smiled lazily. “Some might argue you’re a degenerate yourself.”
“Nonsense, my love. What I do is much more refined. It’s an art.”
You shook your head. Before you could rebuttal, Mrs. Evers was upon you, a ridiculously starry look in her eyes.
“You called, Mr. March?”
“If you could just escort my darling wife back to our room. I’ll be up not a moment later.”
“It’s really not necessary.”
“Of course.” Mrs. Evers bowed her head, and you sighed, expecting nothing less. “Come along, Mrs. March.”
She only called you that when James was around, and it was with a bitter taste on her tongue.
The man seemed satisfied by her response. He began his final rounds across the room, bidding farewell to the guests.
With another yawn, you followed Mrs. Evers to the elevator. It was almost comical that she was leading you through your own home. No one even spared you a second glance as you headed up to the next floor. The accompaniment was more than unnecessary.
“Did you enjoy yourself this evening?” Mrs. Evers asked, standing beside you in the small space of the elevator. You were surprised that she cared at all.
“I did, thank you for asking.” You smiled to yourself, beginning to pull your hair loose from its intricate styling. You were already away from the public eye. “Although, it seems I’ve worn myself out.”
It was then that you noticed that despite her earlier questioning, Hazel wasn’t really listening to you in the slightest. It seemed her mind was preoccupied, whirling around something unrelated to your eventful evening.
“Is everything alright, Mrs. Evers?”
“Hm?” she said, but after a moment, she snapped back into alertness. You’d reached the door of your bedroom. “Oh, yes. I suppose I’m just tired myself.”
“Well, you work so hard,” you said, more to yourself than anything as you unlocked the door. “I should tell James to give you an extended vacation ”
“No!” Mrs. Evers’ exclaimed, and you blinked at her in shock as you let yourself into your room. “It’s alright; I’ve no one to vacation with anyways. I’d just spend it here, wondering why I wasn’t working. The Cortez is like home to me.”
She laughed, though it sounded a bit crazed, like she wasn’t entirely there.
“Alright.” You shrugged, used to her inconsistent behavior. Mrs. Evers followed you into your room, and you let her, expecting her to do another sweep of tidying up. She was obsessed with the cleanliness of every corner—another attempt to impress her beloved Mr. March.
As Mrs. Evers stalked around, you returned to the mirror, paying her no attention. With your hair free from its confinements, you began removing your jewelry, undoing the straps of your shoes. The makeup still felt caked upon you, but you would worry about that last.
“Mrs. Evers? Sorry to ask again, but would you mind—” You cut yourself off as you met her gaze in the mirror, watching as she pointed a revolver at your head.
Your reaction was so swift you’d barely registered your movements. Before you knew what was happening, she had pulled the trigger, firing at the place where you’d been only moments before.
The bullet hit the mirror, shattering the glass, and you screamed. Shards flew from the blast, digging into your arms.
Blood trickled down to your palms, and you panicked as Mrs. Evers aimed to take another shot, her hand shaky.
“Wait, please,” you said, holding up your bleeding arm in defense. You did a mental scan of the room, trying to remember where James had hidden all of his weapons. Surely there was something for you to defend yourself with.
“Why should I?” Mrs. Evers said, though you could sense her resolve was crumbling. Her plan was less than prepared. “This is the perfect place to hide a body, to cover up a murder.”
“You think James won’t know?” you said, desperate, trying not to cry from the pain in your arm. “He’s no fool. He’ll know the moment he returns.” You took another step forward, hopeful that she wasn’t paying attention to your movements. “You think he’ll ever forgive you, ever want to be with you after you murdered his wife?”
Mrs. Evers blinked, eyes watery with irrational tears. Her jaw tightened, though you could see the cogs in her head churning, her spur of the moment decision breaking down.
“I know you’re in love with him, Hazel.”
The gun lowered slightly.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re not,” she said simply, clenching her jaw.
“I am. Despite what you may think,” you said carefully, trying to imagine the words that she would want to hear. “I’m sorry that you’re not completely happy here. You deserve someone to love you just as you desire.”
A beat passed. You’d thought you’d won her over.
“It’s simply not right,” she said, her jealousy making itself evident in every soured word, every tear that wet her cheek. “I’d do anything for him. I’d die for him.” She raised the gun again, aiming right between your eyelids. “I’d kill for him.”
You froze. Even with your subtle movements across the room, you hadn’t made it to James’s dresser. And you should’ve known Hazel would anticipate the movement. It was likely she already knew James kept another revolver there.
“Don’t do this—”
Your sentence was cut off, but not by the sound of a bullet firing.
“Mrs. Evers, I’d advise you to put the gun down.”
Over her shoulder, you met the furious wide eyes of James March, his entire body shaking with rage. You hadn’t heard the door unlock, hadn’t even heard him come in. Yet there he was, appearing at just the right moment, your dutiful savior.
You could’ve collapsed, relief flooding through you.
The other woman whirled around, the gun dropping to the ground with a loud thud as she gasped histrionically. “Mr. March,” she exclaimed, staggering forward. “This isn’t what it looks like.”
His eyebrows raised into his hairline, scowl deepening. “No? What else could I possibly deduce from the gun fallen from your hand?”
Mrs. Evers stumbled over her words before crying out, relenting the truth as you fumbled miserably with your wounds.
“I’m doing you a favor,” she pleaded, falling to her knees before him in a prayer. “You don’t see it now, but you will. She’s leeching off of you, Mr. March. I’d be so much better for you. We both know it. Please, please.” She was rambling, her words nonsense as she begged the very devil she’d once assisted. “Forgive me.”
“Forgiveness can be earned.” James said, laughing darkly. Not a hint of amusement was in his voice. “But after you’ve tried to commit a murder in my hotel? Tried to steal the life of my beloved and affronted her very name?” He unsheathed a blade from his cane, the silver of it gleaming in the moonlight. “No, Mrs. Evers. I don’t think I’ll forgive you at all.”
“Mr. March!” she pleaded, gripping at his clothes, though he shook her off in disgust, upon her in a moment. “It was only a momentarily lapse in judgement!”
“A shame,” he said, frowning. “You really are an astonishing laundress.”
You watched with horror as Mrs. Evers accepted her fate, the blood splattering from her throat as James slashed her neck. She fell forward, grasping at the wound as she struggled for a final breath, a pool of red welcoming her home.
James stared at his handiwork, judging the mess for a moment before he was back to you, crouching down to meet you.
You’d fallen to your knees, finally able to catch your breath. Tears fell down your cheeks without you even noticing, the pain and anxiety catching up with you. Never had you expected that Mrs. Evers, whom James had trusted wholeheartedly, would betray you in such a manner.
“Darling? Are you alright? Are you bleeding elsewhere?” James gave you a once-over for any hidden wounds as you stared at the lifeless body of Mrs. Evers, still grappling from shock. When he came away with nothing, he placed his hands against your cheeks, cold palms bringing you back to him.
The worry in his deep brown irises calmed you. It was sometimes difficult for you to rationalize the vicious man that he was with his tender moments towards you.
“Should I fetch a doctor?”
“No, I’m alright I just…” You trailed off, sniffing as you wiped the black-stained tears from your cheeks. “I never expected…”
Your features contorted, the anguish warring with the hatred you now felt for the woman.
“She betrayed us. After everything we did for her.”
“She did,” James said, smearing the makeup on your cheeks as he wiped away your tears.
“James, how will we get the stain out of the carpet now?” You glanced at your husband, distressed. Everything blurred in your mind, a fog, though the man before you was unbothered.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head, my dear.” James wiped the blade of his knife with the pressed handkerchief, kissing you between your eyebrows as you gripped the lapels of his suit. “I’ll tear out the entire carpet, if needed. Let’s just dispose of the body without drawing the attention of any lingering guests.”
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JPM x Reader
Summary : You and Liz brainstorm how to spice things up in the bedroom with your husband.. It is a definite success.
CW : SMUT, fem!reader, reader calls james ‘mr.march’, spanking, choking, praise kink, pet names (queen/doll/dear/good girl), biting & marking, rough sex, creampie
A/N : this might not be great but I was rewatching hotel and his cane gave me ideas...
It had been quite a while since you and Liz had a talk. You settled down to gossip with your close friend.
“Y/N, it’s been a while. I thought you would have forgotten about me.” Liz smirked.
“How could I ever! I’ve just been so busy with James and the new.. arrivals. Devil’s Night was such a chore.” You droned on, complaining about how much screaming there was over the course of the night.
“Well that’s to be expected. How are you and James anyways?”
How were you and James? You were fine, splendid actually, but something seemed off. You had thought about it quite a lot this week, coming to the conclusion you needed something to spice up your sex life.
“Good! I just.. I don’t know.” You shrugged and Liz gave you the side eye, setting her book on the counter.
“You don’t know? Darling, are you alright?”
You nodded as she took your hands, giving them a tight squeeze.
“Yes! Don’t worry! I just want to.. spice things up with him. I feel as though he will get bored of me. I want to get something nice for him but I can’t think of what.”
Liz tapped her lips with a pen, her eyes raising as she thought of an idea.
“Y/N, have you ever worn any fancy lingerie for him? Maybe put on a little show?”
Your mind sparked with the idea and you shook your head.
“No! Where would I even get that? That would be perfect.”
Liz waved you away from the kiosk, already getting to planning.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get you a nice set to surprise your dear Mr.March.”
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Liz had done exactly what she promised, going out and buying quite a lovely lingerie set for you. It framed your body perfectly, only adding to your confidence. You slipped your casual clothes over the garments, making your way down the hall. You knew James would be busy with his plans for next year's event.
Your fingers curled around the doorknob, opening it to meet your husbands face. You jumped at the proximity, not expecting him to be so close.
“My dear! I was just coming to fetch you.” His smooth accent sailed through the air, sending currents down your spine. Your finger trailed at his suit hoping to give him the same reaction.
“Were you? Guess I have good timing then.. Mr.March.” You trailed around his form, hands feeling up the taut muscles. His body shook with excitement from the teases, hands coming to clamp down on your wrists.
“Yes.. It seems you were longing for me as much as I was for you.” His suave smirk made heat pool in your stomach, hands starting to roam your shirt. Your breath quickened as his fingers trailed under the the material. His eyes widened when he pawed at the lace that was hidden.
“My my.. What is it that my dear doll has on?” He frisked away at your shirt, abandoning it on the floor without a care. His chestnut hues wracked in the sight of your ample flesh dawned with the silky lace. His wild smile only added to your carnal desire, making you tremble with pleasure.
“You like it? It’s all for you, Mr.March.”
His deep hum filled the silence.
“I do, dear. This is quite the surprise. Step out of those pants and bend over so I can see the whole thing.” His voice was dark and filled with lust. You knew exactly where this was headed.
You followed instructions, popping your ass out so he could get the full view of your body. You felt as if you were on fire. His eyes followed your every curve, searing it into his memory. His rough hand gripped at his cane, holding back at what he wanted.
“You’ve given me such a good present, my pretty girl. I can’t believe you would hide this from me. I think you deserve a punishment, no?”
You could only moan in response, desperate for any kind of touch he could give you. He seemed to like your response, shoveling you against the desk. Your perky ass was still stuck out for him, waiting for his move. You waited for what felt like forever until a long smack hit. Your breath left your mouth as you shook, your ass cheeks swelling against the wood. The metal tip of his cane brushed at your entrance, prodding at the wet spot on your panties.
“Someone enjoys being spanked with a cane? What a naughty girl..” James laughed, your squirming not going unnoticed. His hand smacked against your sore cheek and you bounced at the contact.
“Be good and take a few more. Then we can get to the fun part.”
You nodded as he continued his assault on your ass, tears welling in your eyes at the pain and pleasure. Your body was practically screaming for him, arousal pooling on your thighs.
His cane hit for the last time and then he was everywhere at once. His greedy hands yanked at your ruined panties, revealing your poor pussy.
“God. I need you!” You moaned out as his fingers teased across your thighs, coming dangerously close to your entrance. His thumb pressed against your slick, making a mess of you. He toyed your clit, rubbing at it a few times before puling away. You groaned at the loss of contact, turning to see why he had stopped. James fumbled with his belt, hands jittering with energy. He gave you a grin, lips licking at the arousal on his finger,
“My queen, you’ve been so obedient tonight.. I shall give you what you wish.”
James’ cock rubbed against your folds, slowly pushing in. It felt as if everything else faded as he bottomed out, his calloused hands coming to grip at your neck. His thrusts gained pace as your moans got louder, alerting anyone near his room of what you were up to.
He was animalistic. Lips biting and marking at your skin, smacks blown across any flesh he could reach. His other hand choked you out, watching from the side as your eyes grew larger.
You felt your air leaving as his pace went erratic, the string inside you so close to snapping.
“I-I’m gonna cum. So close, baby.” You strangled out.
James snarled, his hands rough enough to leave marks for the next few days. His cock twitched inside of you, egging you on.
“Cum. Cum for me, darling.” He goaded and you did as told, eyes rolling back at the euphoria he gave. His ruts finally stopped and thick ribbons of white filled you.
You spun around and snorted at your husbands tired face. He leaned in to kiss the top of your nose, hands pulling you into an embrace.
“That was a night to remember, dear. We should do this more often.”
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Skin care routine (James March x fem!reader)
i've been thinking about this idea for a while, so here we are... hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it (it was pretty fun) 🫶
Warnings: one mention of blood, fluff. that's all, i guess?
Word count: 1091
James liked to watch you during your skin care routine when he had space in his full schedule or when he just wanted to extend the time when there were just two of you and no one else could break into your little world. At these precious moments he was getting sentimental, thinking that he was the luckiest man on earth. It was truly happiness to have you with him, side by side, day by day.
James didn't hide the fact that he enjoyed your routine as much as you do. He could hug you from behind or massage your shoulders, looking at you through a mirror, admiring your beauty, making you blush.
You loved these comforting moments too. You even suggested James do a face mask or eye patches, but he always refused. "I'm sure it's pointless, darling. I'm a ghost, remember?" He always said with a tender smile.
Tonight wasn't an exception. You were wearing your headband and silk robe — James's present. You weren't sure where he got it, most likely he asked Liz to order something elegant for you. It's been a while since there was free Wi-Fi at the hotel, but James still wasn't good at using the Internet.
James was sitting imposingly in a chair with a book, but he wasn’t reading. You noticed he was glancing at you from time to time, and it made you smile.
"Want to join me?" You asked it more as a joke, knowing he'll refuse, but, to your astonishment, he agreed.
"I want to spend some quality time with my queen, so I don't see any reason why not to do that," he said, putting down the book and entering your bathroom.
You tried to hide your pleasant surprise so as not to scare away his determination. Sure, it was not a big deal for him, but doing your skin care routine was mentally relaxing for you, and maybe it would have had thе same effect on James. And like he said, it was nice to spend some time together, especially because he was extremely busy lately.
James took off his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his perfectly ironed shirt. He seemed excited. "Where shall we start?"
"Let’s do something easy for the first time. How does that sound?" You asked, looking around your skincare products.
"Sounds perfect," he said enthusiastically and stepped closer to you.
You grabbed one of your bottles. "First of all you need to wash your face."
"What? Do I have blood on my face again? Why didn't you tell me that earlier, Y/n?" James looked confused. He raised his hand to his face, and you suppressed a giggle.
"No. It's just-" you paused, thinking how to explain how facial cleansers work in a quick and understandable way to the man who lived in the 1920s and knew nothing about that. "You need to clear your face after a long day before using something else. It's important to remove unwanted matters like dust particles or dirt, for example. Am I making any sense?"
He nodded, absorbed in your words.
You took a cleanse mousse. "Here", you squeezed out a required amount of the product in his hands. "Rub it in your palms until it foams and massage your face gently. Be careful with your eyes."
He sniffed the substance and asked in a startled voice: "Does it hurt?"
"Well, if it gets into your eyes, it'll be unpleasant. But that's fine," you added quickly when James widened his eyes. "You'll just wash it off."
"Good."
He did what you told, examining his reflection in the mirror appreciatively.
You leaned against the sink, thinking how unreal this scene was. Who would believe that James March himself would willingly follow your instruction in self-care? You watched how patiently he was massaging his forehead, and your heart melted.
"Is that enough?" He pulled you out of your thoughts.
"Mm-hmm. Now you need to rinse it off with warm water."
While he was doing it, you took your time to put on your night cream.
"Wow. I feel freshened up already," he said, wiping his face with a towel.
You met his eyes and smiled. "See? We should’ve done that a long time ago."
"Now I understand why you do it everyday, darling." James smiled at you too. "What are we doing next?" He asked, putting his hands on his hips.
You took your favorite moisturizing face serum. James looked over your shoulder, reading the product label.
"Hyaluronic mineral serum? Is that even safe?" He looked concerned, taking the vial out of your hands.
"Don't worry. I wouldn't use it if it wasn't safe," you gave him a cheering smile. "It'll moisturize your skin. And it's also refreshing."
"Alright," he gave you the bottle back, looking more relaxed.
"Sit down. I'll take care of you."
James sat on the edge of the bathtub, looking up at you curiously. You opened the bottle, squeezed out several drops of nice smelling liquid and started to rub it in your palms.
"I'll warm it a little and put it on your face, okay?"
He simply nodded, not taking your eyes off you.
You stand between his legs, leaning your knee against the bathtub for support. When you put your hands on James's cheekbones softly, he drew a deep breath and closed his eyes. You caressed his face features slowly, enjoying his tranquility, trying to hold on to this moment as long as possible.
"All done," you said finally.
James blinked and looked at you drowsily.
"Thank you," he kissed the outer side of your palm.
This intimate act took your breath away, leaving a pleasant warmth all over your body. James always took you aback with small things like this, and you never got used to it.
He approached the mirror, watching his reflection.
"I'm glowing!" He turned to you with a big smile.
You chuckled and washed your hands. "How do you feel?"
"Like I'm a brand new man", he said seriously. "It really feels nice."
You snuggled up to him, satisfied that he experienced your routine himself and moreover, he enjoyed it. James grabbed your waist, pulling you closer, resting his chin on your head.
"I think we should do it more often. I'll be the best looking gentleman at Devil's Night."
You laughed and said playfully: "You are already."
James smiled shyly, but swiftly made a dignified face expression. He bent over you and almost whispered into your lips: "Oh dearest, you are indulging me."
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"What a sassy filthy mouth you have there, my dear.. Indeed filthy."
You and James arguing and he sees no valid point in your excuses so instead, he turns away and grabs a drink to calm him down while you still continue to prove your point, shouting at him. You could not help but admire his figure and his elegant body movements as he pours himself a drink, as he lets out a heavy sigh after drinking the alchohol and as it runs through his system. The dim light of the suite highlighting his features, him also making sure you can feel the seductive atmosphere that he's about to fill this room later with the help of that heavy raspy sigh he made and with him literally making it look like to you that he doesn't wanna hear your blabbering and would just like to see you submissive like a little doe. Just like how he always pleases to see you. He even knows how to manipulate you with actions only. The number 1 best seducer.
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"There is a god my dear."
"fucking where?"
"How simple your mind is, my little bird."
"I'm not a simple minded person."
"Then. Shoot. Him."
BANG
"See? Exalirating is it not?"
"...I don't know."
"oh my dear, you will be used to this. I will teach you everything, in any way possible."
"yes sir."
"knees. Now. And, hand me your blade. The one you hold so dear."
SILENCE
"Such an obedient bird. Mmnh..."
"James...sir."
"No talking with your mouth full."
"please, just do it already."
"Begging are we? And here I thought you were patient little hummingbird."
SLICE
"I am your god. Understand?"
"yes..."
"So good for your god."
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Dating James March:
he’s so 😻
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White and black pawn- James March
–note: in my active era?? If you guys like, you can request something!! I write for all of evans characters and female characters too!
–words: 1.9k | james patrick march x fem!reader
–TW: sex
–summary: it’s 1925 and the reader encounters the owner of the in-construction Hotel Cortez.
[1925]
The burning red from the tobacco inside the pipes was your only entertainment.
In the dimly lit room, the air heavy with the smell of tobacco, men in suits sitting around a large table, glasses filled halway through with ice and vodka. They all semmed to be talking about bussiness, probably thinking thats the inly way they could make themselves known in society.
Glancing to the side, you noticed a group of women talking in whispers to aechother. They could be giving a smile and everyone would believe them, the satin dresses they wore contributing, because what would a woman want more than this?
You catch the gaze of one, giving you a small smile but there was something in all of their faces. They just werent present, a shut down glow in their eyes. They wanted to convince themselves that they liked being an accessory to powerful men in suits. This idea disgusted you, so you made a promise to yourself to never be one. To have a mind of your own with determination behind your eyes.
Sick and tired of listening to muffled voices you decided to get up and walk to the nearest balcony of the room. Your gloved hand touched the gold handles, squeaking as you opened them.
As you stepped outside, you were greeted with a rush of cold air, offering solace. The city light twinkled in the distance,a stark contrast from the room behind you. Leaning against the railing you noticed a hand close to yours.
“May i ask why are you all alone?” His hair was slick back and a thin mustache above his lips, made you intrigued . His white button up hugged his body. He locked his eyes to yours and then it all suddenly felt like a game of who would blink first.
You analized him, taking in how his fingers gripped softly the metal of the railing, the way his chest rose when he took a breath of the air so cold you could see it in the air. The way his eyelids close ever so slightly looking over at you. You sensed that he was like the men that were inside, he wanted someone he could bring to gatherings and watch her as she sat quietly beside him. You wanted to challenge that.
“Seeking solace” you replied to his question. His eyebrows arched a little.
A hint of intrigue flickered in his eyes as he tilted his head slightly. "Solace?" he echoed, his voice smooth and velvety. "In a room full of people, seeking solitude?"
You smiled, a glint of mischief dancing in your eyes. "Sometimes, the company of others can be overwhelming," you replied. "A moment of respite is all I need to gather my thoughts and find my own center."
He chuckled softly, a sound that resonated deep within you. "I can understand that," he said, his gaze fixed on the distant city lights. "In this world of constant noise and distractions, finding a quiet moment becomes a luxury."
You noticed the dimples that come out whenever he spoke.
“I couldn't help but notice the women inside," you ventured, deciding to break the silence and also playing with him. You wanted to expose him. To let him know that he was no different "They seem to play a certain role, don't they? Like beautiful dolls, adorning the arms of powerful men."
His lips curled into a wry smile. "Ah, you've seen through the facade," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. "Many of them are trapped in a world they never truly desired. They exist to fulfill societal expectations, but their true selves remain hidden."
You nodded. "I refuse to be a mere accessory," you declared, determination lacing your words. "I want to live a life that is authentically mine, not defined by the company I keep or the expectations of others."
His gaze softened as he turned to face you fully. "I admire your spirit," he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. "It's a rarity to find someone who refuses to conform, who seeks a path of their own making."
A spark of curiosity ignited within you as you gazed into his eyes. "And what about you?"
He paused for a moment, a myriad of emotions playing across his face. "Me too," he confessed, his voice carrying a mixture of longing and resignation. "But it is a delicate dance, balancing one's desires with the demands of the world."
He was going to say something else when he stopped “and i had the pleasure with…” he said giving you a smile that was so beautiful yet obscure. You said your name and asked his.
“James March”
He then proceeded to reveal to you that he was a man of business. While explaining it to you he moved his hands gracefully into the air.
He mentioned that he was in the making of a hotel.
“So it’s serious” you mentioned. He only looked at you trying to decipher if you were making fun of him or expressing your admiration.
“It is” The sound of his shoes moving closer to you echoed. “I could show you if you don’t believe me”
[…]
The grand in-construction entrance of what appeared to be a large building greeted you.
The back of James black suit faced you, his broad shoulders carried themselves determined, giving him an appearance of seriousness and a manly aura.
Your white silk dress attached to your legs as you both entered the building with nothing more than metal bars that helped the constructors work.
The moon was creeping over the spots that were missing the ceiling.
You followed James through the maze-like corridors of the construction site, marveling at the scale of the project. The air was filled with the scent of fresh paint.
As you walked through the dimly lit hallways, James explained his vision for the hotel. He described how it would be a place of elegance and luxury, a sanctuary for those seeking respite from the chaos of the world. He spoke with passion and enthusiasm, his words painting vivid pictures in your mind.
Not ever knowing that inside those walls, there would be plenty of suffering.
The two of you climbed a temporary staircase, carefully maneuvering around construction materials, until you reached a floor that offered a breathtaking view of the city. The moonlight spilled in through the incomplete windows, casting an ethereal glow on the unfinished walls.
You stood there, side by side, looking out at the city skyline. The lights twinkled like stars against the darkness, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and possibility in the air.
James turned to you, his eyes searching yours. "I want this hotel to be more than just a building," he said, his voice filled with determination. “I want to set free the people that enter” You were confused, what did he mean by setting free?
“It’s impressive” You said looking around.
A genuine smile played on James' lips as he took a step closer to you. "I'm glad you see the potential" he said softly.
James was surprised by how easily it was for you to fall into his game. Agreeing to see the hotel at night, with no one else. He wondered if you would be his first victim inside the hotel.
With ease he holds your waist, his cold fingertips sending shivers down your spine. His lips gracing yours, his tobacco stained smell entering your body, taking one more step towards him. You were so close to him that you could see the different shades of black that conformed his irises.
He lifted his hand, his finger overlining from the top to bottom of your lips. He placed a hand to your hip wrinkling the silk of the dress in that spot.
He looked at your lips and a small pressure over them left your lungs without any air.
His lips were leading you to a darkness you acknowledged. You wanted to step back, you didn't want to be another pawn in his game. His tongue made its way into your mouth as you realized you were playing whites and he was playing with the black pieces.
The kiss was intense, filled with desire and a hint of danger. As James pulled you closer, you felt a surge of conflicting emotions. Part of you wanted to give in to the passion, to explore this mysterious connection that had sparked between you. But another part of you resisted, knowing deep down that it was a dangerous path to tread.
You pushed your hands against his chest gently, breaking the kiss and creating some distance between you. James looked at you, his eyes searching for any sign of surrender. But you held firm, your gaze steady and resolute.
But at the same time you were willing to risk the night.
“Let’s go somewhere else”
A black cab pulled outside the hotel, you looked at the black hat the driver had while James mumbled some words to him.
James’s hands made their way to your waist and thighs as he scooped you closer to him, finding your lips once again.
The ride was filled with stolen glances, heated whispers, and a sense of anticipation. The city lights blurred past as you found solace in each other's embrace, giving in to the intoxicating allure of the night.
As the cab came to a stop, James pulled away reluctantly, his breath mingling with yours. He opened the door and extended his hand, inviting you to step out into the cool night air. You took his hand, the touch sending electric currents through your body.
You found yourselves in front of an old, grand mansion, its facade shrouded in shadows. James led you through the ornate doors, and the moment you stepped inside, you were transported to another world. The air carried a sense of mystery and seduction, as if the very walls were whispering secrets.
He quickly pressed you into the nearest wall, his black tie fell to the ground after you entered a bedroom.
His knees hit the edge of the bed, making him sit while he still held the grip at your hips. Your lips separated from his in a rush to take off his coat alongside his button up.
He had no clothes anymore and closed the gap between you for what felt like the hundredth time that night. He grabbed the end of your long dress and pulled it up your arms until you were exposed, except for the matching underwear.
He got up and turned you around, pushing you down until he had his arms on each side of your body. Your back sunk down into the mattress.
The bruises in your neck were the only marks made by him. His fingers reached down to your panties as he moved them to the side to feel your heat.
Your back arched towards him, grabbing him by his bare shoulders. Wet kisses traveled from your jaw all the way down, passing along in between your breast, stomach and stopping in your thighs.
The room was filled by James and your desperate breaths.
The thin mustache above his lips graced your skin ever so gently while they moved to your center. His tongue sticking out.
You were exhausted because of the frenzy when James changed positions. The bed creaking along James movements.
Red scratches marking his back.
James' sudden change of his plans about you being the first murder victim inside the hotel was discarded. He made the first move and pushed the clock stopping his time and initiated yours to count down. White pawns in your fingers as you move them closer to the black ones.
A game you knew from the inside out.
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Hotel Masterlist (AHS)
James Patrick March - Coming Soon
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early 2000s evan peters <3
#he was such a baby#he still had the round face#he was just born attractive cuz#i cant find a bad photo#it’s not possible#evan peters smut#evan peters x reader#sarah paulson#ahs fandom#evan peters#james patrick march#tate langdon#kai anderson#kit walker#evan peters imagine#ahs edit#ahs smut#ahs#ahs murder house#ahs cult#ahs coven#ahs tate#ahs fan fic#tate and violet#evan peters fic
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Boyfriend (Warren Lipka X Reader)
Summary: you reunite with an old friend while making a delivery for your shitty boyfriend
Word count: 4.1k
Warnings: smut, throat fucking, weed, cheating, not proof read
A/n: I have no idea how much weed costed in 2003 bc I was two years old. Also, I apologize if your name is Chelsea bc you will be slandered in this fic. Thank you for reading! <3
Pt 2 , Pt 3
I slam my boyfriends shitty car door, stepping out into the cold November rain, running towards the brick house, an 8th of weed shoved in my bra. I can’t believe my idiot boyfriend is too lazy to get out of his car to make his delivery. I’ve never even met this customer and his dumbass is having me waltz right up this random man’s house, while he’s parked a block away.
I pound on the wooden door before stepping back a bit. I shift back and forth on my feet as I rub my hands up and down on my arms trying to warm myself with the friction. After a couple of minutes, the door swings open, a man with unkempt brown hair and tired eyes steps out, looking a bit surprised. Those eyes. I know them. I cant put my finger on it, but I know him from somewhere.
“Uhm can I help you? Are you alright?” he asks, stepping out onto the porch closing the door behind him, looking me up and down, maybe trying to figure out why some strange girl is stood sopping wet on his doorstep, or maybe he recognizes me as well.
“Of course that dumbass didn’t tell you,” I sigh. “I’m delivering for Dakota,” I explain, pulling the plastic baggie out of my bra.
“Ah, okay,” he opens the door again, ignoring my hand offering the weed. “Why don’t you come in, get out of the cold?” he offers, holding the door open for me. I consider his offer; He seems kind, and he doesn’t appear to have the money on him anyway. I might as well wait inside while he retrieves it before I catch my death out here.
“Thank you,” I smile, stepping into the warm living room, part of me hoping that Dakota can see me going into the random man’s house. He leads me down to the basement, explaining that this is his bedroom.
“Make yourself at home,” he smiles, showing two familiar dimples on either cheek as he gestures to his couch. I smile back, happily taking a seat. He walks into the bathroom, coming back with a towel in his hand.
“Did you go to Tates Creek Highschool by chance?” he asks, offering me the grey bath towel.
“I did,” I smile. “Only for freshman year though, my family moved the next county over after that,” I explain. That must be where I know him from.
“Y/n, I thought that was you,” he smiles taking a seat next to me.
“Yeah,” I smile back. “You look familiar, but I’m sorry I can’t remember your name,” I blush, a bit embarrassed that I don’t remember him.
“Ouch,” He chuckles. “I thought getting detention together for stealing the teachers’ cigarettes would have been a bit more memorable,” he says, leaning back on the couch. Then it dawns on me.
“Warren?” I ask, shocked. “Little Warren Lipka?” I turn on the couch to face him, getting a better look- the best look I can get in the dim yellow lighting. I don’t believe it! He laughs at my reaction.
“I guess if you remember me as little Warren, I can see why you didn’t recognize me,” he says, reaching for his grinder and papers laying on the coffee table. “You got that 8th, beautiful?” he asks casually. I blush at the comment, pulling the weed out of my bra once again. I hand him the warm baggie.
“That’ll be 7 bucks, sir,” I grin. All the memories come flooding back to me when our hands touch as we exchange the substance for the cash. All the classes we skipped together, all the many hours in detention we spent alongside each other, the cigarettes that we would smoke under the bleachers. He was shorter than me then, he always had his hair buzzed and wore oversized clothes to hide his small frame. I guess he was a late bloomer, because the only remnants of that little boy are the deep brown eyes and dimples displayed like artwork on the handsome grown man in front of me.
“You look really good,” he breaks me out of my thoughts, sparking the joint he’s just rolled.
“Thank you,” I smile. He passes me the paper. I take a hit. “You look good yourself,” I exhale through my nose, handing the joint back to warren.
“So you’re a friend of Dakotas?” He asks, after sucking in a breath of smoke as he stretches his arm over the back of the couch and behind my shoulders.
“His girlfriend, actually,” My response catches him off guard, making him choke on the smoke.
“Holy shit,” he laughs in between coughs. “How the hell did that goon bag you?” he asks, flabbergasted. I can’t help but giggle, taking another drag off the joint.
“Sometimes I wonder the same thing,” I answer honestly. Dakota isn’t exactly the best boyfriend in the world. We’ve been dating almost two years and I’ve caught him with other girls multiple times. He doesn’t respect my boundaries or my aspirations, yet somehow, he always convinces me to stay. I guess when you’re as attractive as he is and as insecure as I am, it isn’t hard for him to convince me that he’s the best I’ll ever have.
“So what’s wrong with Dakota? Why couldn’t he make the delivery himself?” Warren asks, looking down at the joint between his lips as it glows crimson. “Not that I’m complaining,” he clarifies.
“He said he was tired and didn’t want to get his shoes wet,” I laugh, feeling the THC start to take effect. “Can you believe that?” I ask, laying a hand on warrens thigh in my fit of giggles. “He’s just sitting in his shit box a block away,” I say, feeling my eyelids begin to get heavy. Warren raises his eyebrows, looking at me with glossy eyes.
“Wow,” he scoffs. “I actually don’t believe that. I couldn’t imagine having your girl make deliveries for you. Thats some serious pussy shit,” he rolls his eyes, holding the joint up to my mouth. I take a hit from the hot paper between his fingers. I look down at the spliff, then back at him to find his eyes already fixed on me. “If I was your boyfriend, I wouldn’t let you make deliveries for me,” he says in a much quieter tone, the moment is almost intimate as I blow the smoke into his face that’s closer to mine than I realized, but I can’t bring myself to back away. “And I sure as hell wouldn’t want you smoking with me,” he adds, bringing the joint to his lips to take the final hit.
“Why’s that?” I ask in a whisper with butterflies in my stomach, breathing in the smoke that’s slowly rolling off his lips.
“Because it gives me the opportunity to do something I’ve wanted to do since freshman year,” he matches my tone, glancing at my lips, bringing his finger and thumb around my chin, tilting my head up towards him. My heart begins to race at his proximity, I know I should pull away from him, but I can’t. I don’t want to. Just as his lips barely brush against mine, my Nokia rings out, sounding like an alarm, making me jump in surprise, scrabbling to find the small cellphone on the couch.
“Hey babe,” Warren answers the phone, winking at me. My stomach drops. Fuck. I reach for the phone, but warren stands up. “Nah man she’s good she’s right here. I just gave her the mon- hey. Hey!” I hear warren begin to shout. I cease my struggle to grab the phone. “Is there a fucking problem man?” Warren seethes into the phone. I hear my boyfriend’s muffled speech. “Yeah, I didn’t fuckin think so,” he hangs up the phone, handing the small plastic brick to me.
“You look pretty stoned,” he says picking up a coat off the couch, wrapping it around my shoulders. “Let me walk you out. You remember where his car is?” he asks, putting his hand on the small of my back, ushering me to the steps. I nod my head yes, staring at him with wide eyes trying to process what just happened.
“Lead the way then, beautiful,” he grins, and just like that, the butterflies are back. I don’t dare respond, not knowing what will come out of my mouth.
The walk to Dakota’s car is silent but comfortable, still pretty baked, I feel the rain coming down in sheets. vibrating calmly in my bones. I stare up at the orange glow of the streetlights in the night sky in awe. Everything looks so beautiful when you’re high.
“Here he is,” Warren says approaching the small rust bucket of a car that my boyfriend drives. He opens the passenger door for me. After I’m seated, he leans in to look at Dakota. “Don’t have your girl make trips for you anymore, man. What the fuck is wrong with you?” he says calmly but it comes across like a threat, before tossing a couple folded bills at Dakota and closing the door. I’m glad he remembered the money. Dakota would have killed me if I had left it down there.
My boyfriend is quiet. Much more quiet than he normally is when someone threatens his masculinity. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’s scarred of Warren.
As Dakota pulls off, his Insane Clown Posse CD playing quietly, I look out the side mirror to see warren standing with his hands in his pockets, getting soaked in the rain in nothing other than his t-shirt and jeans, watching me ride away. As Dakota begins to bitch and complain my ear, all I can think about is when ill see Warren again, then I remember; I have his coat. It would be rude of me to keep it. I’ll just have to return it to him.
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It’s been a week since my interaction with Warren, and I can’t stop thinking about him.
‘Is it so wrong that I want to catch up with an old friend?’ I ask myself. Of course, there’s nothing wrong with visiting a friend, the issue lies in the fact that the thoughts I’m having of him aren’t exactly platonic.
‘I’ll just drop his coat off, thanking him for the kind gesture and be on my way.’ I tell myself as I climb into my car. ‘Okay, maybe I could make some small talk with him, that’s innocent enough. Yeah, ill ask him about his job, if he’s going to school now, stuff like that’ I manage to convince myself that this will be a short, polite visit with an old friend, but a part of me must know the truth because I tell Dakota that I’m going out with my mother for lunch.
I park my vehicle on a side street near the Lipka house, just in case Dakota drives down here for whatever reason. I grab Warrens coat and walk up to the porch.
‘Maybe he’s not home and I’ll just hand it to his parents,’ I think as I knock on the door. The thought disappoints me, but maybe it’s for the b-
“Y/n!” Warren exclaims as the door swings open. “What a pleasant surprise,” he crunches on a Cheeto, crinkling the bag as he folds it shut.
“Hey Warren,” I smile at the man standing in front of me while he licks the Cheeto dust off his fingers.
“Come in, its freezing,” he steps aside so I can enter. I frown a bit.
“Well, actually I’m just here to return your coat,” I hold out the slick material.
“How kind,” he flashes his dimples. “Are you in a rush?” He asks as he retrieves his jacket.
“Well, no…” I trail off, trying to think of an excuse, but its hard to excuse yourself from something you want more than anything else.
“Then come inside real quick, darling, just to warm up,” he winks at me and I cant help but giggle. I surrender, stepping into his warm home once again,and following him down to his room.
I sit down on his couch as Invader Zim plays on his box tv.
“This may be a bold assumption,” Warren starts as he sits down on the cushion next to me. “But I think you may have come back for something more than the raincoat,” he suggests, looking into my eyes.
“Warren-“ I begin, but I don’t know what to say. He’s right. I want to desperately finish what we almost started last week. Just the faint brushing of his lips against mine has made me feel something I’ve never experienced before. I need to feel him-
“Free weed, right?” He grins picking up the rolling tray.
Oh.
I can’t help but blush. I thought for a moment that Warren had already forgotten about our last encounter, but the wink he sends my way suggests that he meant exactly what I thought he meant.
“It’s not often that I don’t have to match,” I admit, pulling my legs up to my chest.
“You mean with friends, right?” Warren asks before he licks the thin rolling paper, holding my gaze as his tongue slowly slides across the wrap.
“Uh,” my breath hitches in my throat. Damn he looks so good. I’ve never wanted to be a rolling paper so bad in my life. “No, I mean in general. Dakota says he’s, uhm, running a business. So I have to pay or match what I smoke every time we, uh, spark. Or else I’m stealing from him,” I mutter out. Warren smirks at the pink raising in my cheeks once again. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Thank God he can’t see the pool forming in my underwear.
“No offense y/n,” he sparks the joint, inhaling a hit of hot smoke. “But Dakotas pathetic,” he breaths out.
“None taken,” I laugh as I take the paper from his hand.
“I mean for more than just the way he treats you,” he explains as I pass the joint back to him. “I’ve known him for a while. We met through a mutual friend, a few years ago. Started smoking together, then started dealing together and breaking into the chain stores around here, ya know, the ones that just throw shit away while people are starving,” he begins to explain as he sinks into the couch, leaning his head back, blowing a cloud of smoke towards the drop ceiling tiles of his bedroom. I stare at him, taking another hit, hanging on to his every word. I could listen to his voice all day. “Soon he started shorting people on weed, over charging behind my back, he was jealous of how well I was doing, always trying to one up me, bragging about how he’s making more money than me, not caring how he achieved it. Then one night, he decided he was going to try and break into a store by himself, of course he chose the corner store down the street, the one owned by the little old lady,” he chuckles. “I beat the shit out of him as soon as I found out,” he takes a hit. “Pussy didn’t throw a single punch back. Just curled up on the ground. Worst part is; he didn’t even get anything. She chased him off with a broom,” he runs a hand through his long brown hair, finally looking at me as he hands me the spliff.
“Wow, I guess that’s why he seemed so scared the other day,” I giggle. I should feel bad, this guy just told me he beat my boyfriend up, but I almost want to thank him.
“That’s also why I get a discount,” he grins as smoke rolls out of his nostrils. “But for once,” he leans in closer to me. “I’m jealous of him,” I can feel his breath on my face. “Seeing you ride off in that car with him last week was painful to watch. You should have been right here with me,” he pushes a loose strand of hair out of my face, and I melt into his touch.
“Well,” I take in a shaky breath, unable to resist those coffee-colored eyes. “I’m here now, Warren.” And with that, the world ceases to spin as he crashes his lips into mine. I’m suddenly aware of my quick heartbeat, every ounce of blood flowing throw my veins, the electricity that shoots from Warrens hands into my body. The smell of smoke on his breath and the slightly stale air in the basement invades my senses. The kiss is desperate and hungry; something I haven’t felt in years. I moan into his mouth as he pulls me into his lap to straddle him.
“This is wrong, Warren,” I pull away reluctantly.
“No beautiful, it was wrong when he called me asking for Chelsea’s contact last month,” he pants. The mention of that whores name makes my blood boil. She’s his most recent side piece. “Had I known he was with you, I would have beat his ass again instead of sending it,” he says honestly, as his hand runs gently up my hip. My mind is made up in an instant. I take the joint out of his hand, inhaling one last hit before I set it in the ash tray. I slide down to the floor on my knees in between his legs before I take my sweater off, tossing it to the side.
“You’re right,” I grin as I reach for his buckle. The pop of the metal releasing ringing through my ears as I shimmy the jeans off his body. I look up at Warren through my lashes, his eyes wide staring down at me with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. The sight makes my core tingle.
“May I?” I ask palming him through his plaid boxers, feeling his dick stiffen under my touch.
“I insist,” he grins, helping me slide the boxers off. My eyes widen at his length in front of me. He’s perfect. I take him into my hand, holding his gaze as I let spit drip from my kiss bruised lips onto his tip, allowing me to stroke him easier. He curses under his breath as I move my hand up and down his now rock hard dick. I smile to myself before wrapping my mouth around his tip, slowly moving down his length until he hits the back of my throat, then I hollow out my cheeks, as I begin to bob up and down. Warren lifts his head to take in the sight below him. He rests a gentle hand on the back of my head.
“Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he groans, instinctively moving his hips in rhythm with my head. I hum in response as I bring my other hand underneath his length to massage his balls, earning a low moan from him.
Soon he takes over, holding my head as he thrusts into my mouth. I push him in as far as possible, gagging on his length. He stands up so he can properly fuck my throat. This isn’t something that I normally do, I never allow Dakota to use me like this. But right now, I think I would let warren do absolutely anything he desires, and I would enjoy every second of it. This is the first time I’ve ever been so turned on from pleasing someone else. My underwear is soaked my arousal and he’s barely touched me. The praise and moans coming from Warren is enough to get me off. The way his eyes peer into mine as he violates my throat, bringing a gentle thumb up to wipe the tears that creep out of my eyes makes my heart flutter.
“Come here baby,” Warren pulls out of my mouth, I gasp for air as he picks my up to carry me to his bed. He pulls his shirt over his head and asks permission to pull my pants off. I nod quickly, earning a chuckle from him. “You did so good for me,” he lays a kiss on my forehead, using his shirt to wipe the tears and spit from my face, I smile at the sweet gesture. He pulls me into a kiss after climbing on top of me, both of us now completely naked. Warrens hand wonders down to my heat, dipping a finger into my entrance, I whimper at the contact. “You really got off to me fucking your throat, huh?” He smiles against my lips, feeling how wet I am for him.
“Please just fuck me Warren,” I beg. He smirks as he lines himself up with me.
“You ready, beautiful?” He asks. I nod, impatiently scooting closer to him, begging for contact. He chuckles as he slowly pushes into me. Being stretched out has never felt so good. There’s almost no pain as I easily take him, a loud moan escapes my lips
“Shh,” he smirks as he continues to push into me, stifling his own moans. “My folks are upstairs baby, not so loud,” he explains.
“I’m sorry,” I giggle. “You just feel so fucking go-“ I cut myself off with another loud moan as he begins rocking his hips at a steady pace. I clamp my hands over my mouth to muffle my moans. Warren looks down at me as he he pounds into me, a hand reaching down to hold my breast’s that are moving in rhythm with his hips.
“God, you’re so stunning,” he praises as he uses his other hand to push his curls out of his face. The sight of Warren on top of me is something that I never want to forget. If this is the last time he has his way with me, I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life. His hungry eyes that take the time to admire every inch of my body. The way his hair bounces as his cock pounds deeper inside me than anyone has ever been.
Suddenly, he pulls away, leaving me feeling empty as he lays down beside me.
“Come here darling,” he rests his back on the head board as he pulls me on top of him. “I want you to ride me. Can you do that for me baby,” he asks as he lays sloppy kisses on my neck. I giggle in response as I straddle him, happily allowing him to fill me once again. I let out a moan of relief as that void in my stomach is satisfied.
“Fuck,” Warren grunts. “You take me so well, beautiful,” he whispers as I bounce up and down on his cock. I lean forward to kiss him, muffling the moans coming from both of us. I move my hips in unison with his as his hand grips onto my ass spreading me open so he can pound as deep in me as possible. Im positive he’s leaving fingernail makes in the soft skin, but I don’t dare stop him. Warren reaches a finger down to rub circles on my clit, giving me just what I need to approach my release.
“Fuck,” I moan into our desperate, wet kiss. “Just like that Warren please,” I beg. Feeling my body heat up and my swollen cunt begin to throb. As Warren thrusts exactly where I need him, I come undone around him as I erupt in a fit of moans and praises. The euphoria quickly filling my body as my release drips onto Warrens twitching dick. He quickly throws me off of him, cum shooting up onto my chest and on to his stomach. I swiftly dip my head down, bringing him into my mouth to milk every last drop out of him.
“Fuck y/n!” He moans in surprise. Now it’s his turn to cover his mouth as he rides out his orgasm. I pull away to lay next to Warren, our chests heaving in unison.
“Holly shit,” he laughs after few minutes of comfortable silence. “That was…you were…wow,” he turns his head to smile at me, already looking at him.
“I can say the same to you,” I giggle, running my hand over his chest. He brings me in for one last kiss, this one gentle and kind.
“You can use my shower if you’d like, I’ve made quite the mess of you,” he smirks.
“Thank you,” I smile standing up. “Uhm, we’re definitely not going to tell Dakota about this, right?” I ask, suddenly feeling… not guilty… but nervous and almost excited in a strange way.
“My lips are sealed, beautiful,” he winks, taking my hand to guide me to his bathroom.
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Aristocratic Standing
JPM x Reader
Summary : Your best friend forces you to go to a party and it changes your views.
CW : Heated kissing, I tried to make it as GN! as possible but there is a few ‘ladylike’ mentions, 1920/30s era, B/N = best friends name
A/N : This is chapter 1 to a story idea I had. If you would like to keep up with it - here is my masterlist.
You were not a fan of the aristocratic life. Even with a best friend that was quite the party animal, you ventured on the side of safe. Besides, rich men only wanted one thing and you were not that.
“Y/N, the party will be worth it! Please, just this once.” Your best friend begged.
“I told you I don’t do those kind of parties! I’m not interested in sitting around with aristocrats talking about their money and stupid issues. Count me out.” You rolled your eyes, sighing at the thought of those people.
“No! It’s not like that, Y/N. I promise. Clarence said it would be the party of the year!” She yanked at your arm, pleading yet again. You knew that she wouldn’t stop till you agreed and it had been quite a while since you had gone to a party.
“I guess one wouldn’t hurt but if it’s lame I’m leaving.” You stood, mentally preparing yourself for later. Your best friend jumped, clinging on and screaming in excitement.
“Oh yes! This is going to be so fun!”
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The bright lights flashed as you followed your best friend and her boyfriend in. The new hotel in downtown LA was all the talk. You knew you were in for quite a night as you shuffled between the bratty aristocrats. You could practically feel their eyes judging you as you breathed.
Finally getting a distance away, standing in a corner you scanned the room. You recognized a few of the older women from previous soirees but the rest must’ve been new money. After all, the hotel was built by the infamous ‘James Patrick March’ - the suave bachelor.
A clink turned the attention of you all, your eyes landing on the most handsome man you had ever seen. His grin made your heart pound and as he spoke your jaw must’ve dropped. He had the most attractive accent you had ever heard.
“I’d like to welcome you all to the opening week of the Hotel Cortez!” He smiled, hands popping a bottle of champagne. Everyone cheered and made their way around him, women fanning themselves. You smacked yourself at the realization that you had thought the ‘James’ was attractive. There was no chance that he would talk to you and no chance that you would date him! Wrong. He smiled and pushed through the crowd, joining your little circle.
“Clarence, it truly is a pleasure. And this must be your fine dame you’ve been telling me about!” James greeted your best friend, her cheeks lighting up at the compliment.
“Well. yes! It’s good to see Clarence is not speaking ill of me. This is such a lovely party you’ve set up Mr.March.”
“You are too kind.” His eyes turned to you, hand held out for yours. You could feel butterflies form in your stomach as his lips dusted your fingers, black orbs trained on your features.
“And pray tell, who are you? I don’t think we’ve had the chance to meet. I would remember a gorgeous face like yours.”
You could only smile, nodding your head at the slick line.
“You’ve got quite the silver tongue, Mr.March. I'm Y/N. I don’t normally attend parties like these. Thankfully I got wound into this one by B/N.”
James glanced at your friend, shooting her a wink before looking back at you. He placed his hand out again, awaiting yours.
“Well I am delighted she did. Please do me the honors of joining me in the perilous conversations tonight. I think with you they shall prove fruitful, doll.”
Your thoughts were running wild as James led you away, his hand igniting a flame you had never felt before. He was something of a new nature - a perfect challenge.
The night had gone by in a wink, James introducing you to his close friends and colleagues. They were quite nice but you were more so entranced by the soft touches of Mr.March. His calloused hands rubbed at your skin, the breaths behind your ears drawing you closer into his form. There was something about him that was dangerous and fun. Sadly, the night had to come to an end.
“My dear, this night has been a dream. I do hope you enjoyed it.” James’ kissed at your palm, leading you to the doors. The warmth radiating your body had only gotten worse, a simple hum leaving your lips.
“James, it's been wonderful. Maybe B/N was right when she said it would be the party of the year. It’s definitely made mine.” You had secretly hoped he would ask you to stay, although you would have to decline. You wouldn’t want the high class ladies thinking you were some kind of floozy.
“I’m glad. If it’s not improper of me to ask, I would like to court you.”
That was the sentence that made you combust. There was no way a man such as Mr.March would truly be interested in you and yet.. Here you were.
“I-I would love that!” You stuttered out, eyes focusing on the carpet. His hand grasped your chin, pushing your face to make eye contact. The world stopped just like your breath, his onyx hues the only thing you could anchor on.
“Perfect! You shall come back here tomorrow? I am off at six and would love to throw you a nice dinner.” James questioned and excitement welled up inside you.
“That sounds wonderful. Thank you again.”
He waved you off making sure you made it safely into your cab. After all, you had a very busy day tomorrow and needed your rest!
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B/N almost screamed when she heard the news of you and James.
“You are WHAT?! I thought you hated men like that! No wonder you ran off with him last night..” She cackled at your screech, falling against your bed.
“I did not ‘run off’ with him! He pulled me away and it would’ve been rude to say no! Besides, he is different from the other men..” You cringed at the comment knowing full well how you sounded.
B/N raised her eyebrow.
“Right.. Different from the rest. Whatever you say, Y/N.”
You threw your hands up in defeat and continued to meander around the room.
“I called you here to help me, not insult me! Get up and help me find an outfit!” You threw a pillow at the girl, yanking at the nice garments you owned.
After what felt like hours B/N and you had finally got you dolled up for James’. You were giddy and couldn’t control your wandering mind. Would he like your outfit? Was he serious about you? Was he doing this as a joke? The nerves were eating you alive.
“Chill out, Y/N! You’re gonna be fine.” B/N smoothed out your outfit, her voice assuring you. Even if this date didn’t end up well you could remember what a dashing man James was! And how much you hated aristocrats.
You sighed, heading for the door.
“I hope this all goes well and he’s not playing a mean joke on me.” You murmured as you neared the cab. B/N patted your shoulder giving you a genuine smile.
“You’ll be fine. He likes you and you like him! Besides, it’s a free dinner with a rich, handsome man!”
You rolled your eyes at her comment, saying your goodbyes.
“Have fun and bring me back a bottle of wine!” B/N joked as your cab started up and she left.
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You made your way into the hotel, sweaty hands ringing at the receptionist bell. A young man came out, arms filled with files and a scowl adorning his face.
“Look if you’re here to try and woo Mr.March you’re not the first nor the last. If you have reservations, sign the book.”
You scoffed at the rude service, looking around for James.
“I’m not here to woo him nor do I have a reservation. I’m here for dinner at 6 with James.”
The man snorted and started walking away.
“Yeah sure. Just like every other woman is here to see him. Have a nice day.” The man closed the door to the back leaving you alone and irate.
You decided that if he wouldn’t help you then you would find James yourself. You walked up the decadent stairs and down the halls in search of him. You hadn’t realized just how large and winding the hotel was, getting lost in the endless tunnels.
A door whirled open and made you jump. To your surprise it was James, his normal suit jacket off and his sleeves rolled up. The sight alone making you drool.
“Y/N! I was just coming down to meet you. How did you even find me?” His fingers worked at his sleeves, adjusting them to look more proper.
“It’s a long story. That receptionist of yours is quite a knob!” You said as he walked you to the dining room.
“Is he? Do tell me more once we sit down.”
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The dinner table was extravagant, rich meats and hearty vegetables lined the plates. You felt an awkward energy everytime his maid came into the room, quickly picking up on her feelings.
His voice snapped you out of your thoughts and his accent sent chills down your spine.
“Tell me about this receptionist of mine dear and how you ended up on the fourth floor.”
“He was ridiculous! I walked in and rang the bell and he came out with the worst attitude! Gave me a dirty look and told me to get lost even when I said I had a meeting with you! Treating me like I’m a wench throwing myself at you. It was quite insulting!” You roared, fork digging at the prepared food. James’ had a scowl of his own after hearing the news, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
“That is unacceptable. I will deal with him promptly. Thank you for telling me. On another topic, how do you find the hotel?” His voice was serene, his toothy grin filling you with delight. He was adorable.
“It’s wonderful, James. Truly. There’s so many floors, I got lost! I’m glad I found you when I did.”
His hand reached across the table for yours, fingertips tracing your knuckles.
“Thank you. It took a while to get everything in shape but it’s exactly how I want it. Enough about me though! Tell me more about yourself!”
You and James talked about anything and everything. From childhood memories to your current job. Something about him just clicked. You felt like he would not judge you and he was genuinely interested in you - something you had never felt from a man. The night had gone so well that yet again, you wished you could stay.
“You are beyond words, dear. Stunning in your outfit and a gorgeous personality to match. I’m sorry if my words are blunt but I would like to continue this.” James stood in front of you, face inches away from yours. Your heart was beating out of your chest, your mind running just as fast.
“Yes. I want to be yours.” You let out, hoping it didn’t sound desperate. He had to know you liked him for him!
James let out a breath of relief and leaned even closer.
“Then I hope you do not mind my brashness. May I kiss you?”
“Please.”
His lips met yours in a passionate kiss, his body shoving you into the door. You let out a quiet moan as he yanked your scalp, attempting to pull you closer. His tongue ran against your bottom lip asking for permission. You yielded, letting him roam freely. It was a battle for dominance that he easily won, his hands touching at any bare skin he could get.
The two of you pulled away, hands gripping at eachother. You wanted nothing more than to pull him back into you, begging to rip off that proper suit of his. But alas you had morals and didn’t want to give everything away on the first date. Mother did not raise a harlot!
“James..” You whispered and he hummed.
“Darling, don’t speak. It’ll only make me want you more. “
“This is unladylike of me but trust me, I want you too. We will have to wait though. When will we meet next?” His cheshire grin only fed into your desire.
“You are free to meet me here whenever you want. I do want to take you to other places though. How about I take you out to a speakeasy on Thursday?” His nose nudged yours, lips placing a delicate smooch on yours.
“Sounds wonderful. I’ll have to bring you lunch this week too. Get your receptionist to recognize me.” Your finger trailed his chest, the sexual tension in the room darkening.
“Oh, I will.”
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The summoning (jmp x tate Langdon x reader smut)
Summary: you had always been fascinated with serial killers and true crime, one day you decided to try and summon your two favourite killers
Warnings: smut, three way, oral (tate receiving), p in v sex, doggy style 😏, summoning a ghost, ouija board,
Word count: 1,3k (another short one it was supposed to be longer)
A/n: this is a request by @villains-are-hot, thank you for the request and once again I apologise that it was very rushed at the end and I took ages to post this 😊
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For as long as you could remember you had a unhealthy obsession with true crime/ serial killers. Some may say it's far from normal, it was frightening. You knew stories of cases watched all the documentaries and more.
Some people say it's the type of obsession you hear killers having before they kill. You didn't care it was a interest that you were so passionate about. You preferred learning about serial killers, how their mind works, what drove them to do it. The ones you liked learning about the most was Tate Langdon who got shot dead in his bedroom after shooting up his school one day in 1994. And the other was James Patrick march a well known serial killer from the 1920s to the early 1930s. Legend has it they both still reside in their place of death.
You didn't know if that was true or not, you visited the hotel that James Patrick march resides in but nothing, you couldn't exactly go to the murder house since people live there. It intrigued you deeply, the thought it could be true or not.
You didn't know what you were doing when the idea popped into your head, you thought it won't work but it was worth a go. Now researching things to do, how to summon ghosts, some where a bit far fetched others seemed fake but you were willing nonetheless. Finding a method writing down everything that had to be done.
You sat in front of the oujia board your fingers delicately on the triangle piece. You took deep breaths trying to stay calm circling the board three times before saying "James Patrick march and Tate Langdon I invite you to this space" waiting a few seconds you felt eerily quiet and cold.
"Is there anyone here?" You asked the board, you felt something pushing the triangle to yes, you gasped in shock now feeling nervous but your fingers still remain on the piece. "How many sprits are here?" You then asked feeling uneasy slightly regretting your decision. The piece moved to the number 2 you didn't know if it was you or if it was actually two spirits here but you slowly asked your next question "w-who are you?".
The board moved to around spelling out two initials JMP and TL you gasped removing your hands from the board standing up. Completely forgetting to say goodbye. You immediately grabbed the board putting it away "what the fuck, it's probably me doing it it's got to be" you whispered to yourself.
"Not quite dear" a voice chimed making you yelp in fright. "What the fuck!?" You turned around seeing two guys there awfully familiar to you, they looked identical like discrete descent, "w-who are you?" You asked in fear.
"I'm James Patrick march and this is-" "Tate Langdon" they said, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion "you're both dead no this can't be true." You couldn't believe what you were seeing they looked exactly like the killers you knew so much about. "How are you here?" You asked a thousand questions running around your head.
"Well you summoned us" Tate chuckled pointing to the ouija board. That's when you realised "shit I forgot to say goodbye" mentally cursing yourself, "it's quite alright dear, but I must ask how did you manage to get us free?" James asked.
"Dude she used the ouaji board to get us out" Tate said like James was dumb. "That's fascinating" James eyes light up "I don't know how we could ever thank you" James added. Tate's eyes on you like you’re his prey, swallowing a lump in your throat as his steps grew closer to you from behind. "I've got an idea" Tate's breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine. "Y-you don't need to thank me" your voice was above whisper unsure what they mean.
"Well boy enlighten us with your idea" James's velvety voice made you shiver more. You couldn't deny they were both very attractive despite their tendency to killing. "Well she's pretty isn't she? Don't you agree?" Tate smirked his hands running down the soft skin of your arms. "I do agree with you she is quite remarkable" James agreed beckoning his steps closer to you.
You didn't know if your body was filled with fear or anticipation maybe both. Closing your eyes feeling their breaths breeze across your features. James colds fingertips grazing gracefully along your bare arms bringing goosebumps to their wake. "I think we shall reward her for setting us free from our eternal resistances" James smirked his pencil moustache raising up.
"I was thinking the same" Tate chuckled with a devilish smirk, you didn't know what to feel scared? Or turned on? Maybe both. Feeling their cold hands on you but you didn't protest instead you let out a small sigh tugging on your shirt removing it from your body your head felt like it was spinning feeling their lips on your neck. You felt yourself being guided to your bed. Seeing Tate now above you with a mischievous smirk on his face.
You didn't know where James was until Tate pull away from you, seeing James now in his briefs flipping you over on your hands and knee. You whimpered in anticipation for what's to come feeling James's cold fingers hooking into your underwear peeling the fabric of your underwear off you and into the floor. Tate in front of you his impressive length in-front of you, holding yourself on one hand stroking him, earning a low groan erupted from his mouth. You felt cold fingertips teasing your folds collecting your arousal bringing it to your clit circling it in slow torturous motions.
A small gasp left your lips, your body automatically responding to James's touch "that's it dear" he says huskily, Tate still knelt infront of you his eager length desperate for attention. You took Tate's cock in your hand stroking him kitten licking the tip making him buck his hips into your touch more. You took Tate in your mouth swirling your tongue along the tip, gasping as you felt James enter your heat.
James thrusted into you slowly you moaned against Tate's length. A low groan rumbled from his throat his hips bucked further in your throat. James thrusts grew more faster and harder, tears forming in your eyes. "Fuck" Tate hissed his hips essentially fucking your throat.
"You feel wonderful darling" James hissed his grip on your hips tight, nails digging into your skin only adding to your pleasure. "Fuck" you moaned feeling Tate twitch in your mouth signalling you that he was close. You kept your movements along Tate's cock till he releases into the back of your throat, swallowing every drop. James kept his movements thrusting harshly into you you felt close to the edge "I'm so close" you moaned. Tate was watching you and James with a smirk, his skin flustered. James didn’t stop his movements hitting that spot guaranteed to make you see stars.
With a few more harsh deep thrusts, your body trembles, back arching releasing over James’s length trigging his own release deep inside you. His thrusts became sloppy till they came to a halt. Trying to catch your breath “that was something else” you chuckled. James and tate shared a wicked smile between them, “oh we’re don’t done, we’re only getting started” Tate’s voice make a shiver run down your spine waiting on what’s to come.
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The Evans
their reactions when meeting their partner's friend who flirts with them.
warnings: violence. mentions of sex. cursing. good ol’ murder. the usual
requested by : anon
“the evans meeting one of the readers friends and that friend tries to flirt with them? like the reader is like "hey this is my friend" and the friend immediately starts flirting with them, even tho they know they're in a relationship. like how would they react?”
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Tate Langdon
flat out ignores their advances.
he won’t even hesitate to call out your friend’s behavior.
“I think your friend here wants me to fuck her. so obvious that it’s kinda sad, really.” in a deadpan tone.
proceeds to roast the hell out of them.
“You remind me of my mother.. ugly, unwanted and a total whore,”
bro is a savage. your friendship pretty much ruined at that point. (mission accomplished)
pre cult! Kai Anderson
boy would be a mess and kinda freak out like he’d have no idea what he did to get this attention.
avoids eye contact.
follows you around like a puppy cuz he does not want to be left alone with your annoying friend and make things super awkward.
blue hair!pre-cult Kai would simply lose his temper and slap them. dude has zero chill.
cult leader! Kai Anderson
okay first of all what kind of dumb bitch would even have the audacity to flirt with this guy?
as if his ego couldn’t get even more inflated-
he’d wouldn’t flirt back, but he’ll allow it to happen just to see your reaction.
smug as hell.
if you kill the slut, he’d get so horny and fuck you then and there.
“shit.. you killed her?”
“…”
“attagirl.”
James Patrick March
I imagine two possible scenarios:
a.) he’d call your friend a “filthy harlot with no shame or self respect” right to their face then kill them.
b.) he’d put on a very polite facade and then kill them.
either way, they end up dead.
he’ll make sure that you watch (or participate) the torture and process of the murder.
because you are his goddess and he’s your no.1 simp.
makes sure that they die outside the hotel, too.
“perhaps you should be more careful about what sort of crowd you associate yourself with, dear,”
frat boy!Kyle Spencer
point blank refuses to flirt back.
finds ways to include you into the conversation, like what you guys are planning to do after college, that cool ice cream shop you two tried out on a date etc.
the type of guy who says “no, I have a girlfriend,” instead of “sorry, I have a girlfriend,” that’s a huge difference y’all, jot that down!
franken! Kyle
don’t even worry about it. sweet boy only has eyes for you.
worry about your friend. you know what happened to madison lol
Kit Walker
laughs along politely but refuses any physical contact.
lowkey annoyed as hell.
stays close to you at all times, casually holding your hand or flirting with you in hopes that your friend would get the hint.
the second your friend leaves, he’d roll his eyes, smile at you and breath a sigh of relief.
Jimmy Darling
he’d smile and wink, not in a flirty way but like in a friendly good-natured way.
kinda backfired because who can resist the jimmy darling wink™?! your dumb friend actually thought they had a chance.
he’d feel super guilty about accidentally leading them on and even more guilty at upsetting you.
gets super handsy and affectionate. lowkey panicky that you’d get mad.
becomes frustrated if your friend keeps on with the flirting. won’t try to hide his annoyance.
might raise his voice slightly.
Austin Sommers
bro casually flirts with everyone.
all genders, for that matter.
it’s all part of his sparkling personality.
but no worries. he’s just playing with his supper. gotta fix the ‘hungies’
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i'm soooo glad you're back!!! love your writting so much, was thinking about some ghostface¡ tate or shit yk...like everyone who flirts with reader end murdered
i’m sorry this took me so long to do 😔 but i sorta did my own twist on this request, hope you don’t mind… i love it… anyway… :)
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Lovefool
Tate Langdon x f!reader
warnings: murder, smut, stalking, obsession, very toxic, manipulation, very minor talk of drug use… virgins, yeah idk what else it’s just stalker tate being crazy for you
summary: tate’s loved you since the first moment you met, and he would do anything to be with you… anything…
word count: 4.4
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2011
You stare at the boy in front of you, a mix of emotions stirring inside you. He’s your age still, you aren’t too surprised at that. You’re more surprised at the fact that he’s in front of you. It’s been so long since the last time you saw him. You remember the pain, the pure fear that paralyzed your body the last time the two of you had an encounter. It still makes you uneasy.
“What are you doing here?” You ask, your voice weak.
He shrugs. “It’s Halloween.”
“There’s been plenty of Halloweens Tate and this is the first time I’ve seen you here. What do you want?” You reply in a harsher tone than.
Tate shrugs again and starts to play with the sleeves of his sweater. You can’t believe this is real. You want to close your eyes and pretend this is all a sick dream, though you haven’t slept in years. After a few seconds, you cross your arms over your chest and take a deep breath. This isn’t going to be easy.
“Tate the fact you even have the balls to try to find me is crazy, what happened? Did you suddenly feel some sense of guilt? Are you finally sorry for what you did to me? I don’t even care if you are sorry, I don’t care about anything except the one question I’ve wondered since the night it happened,” you say.
“What question?” He responds.
“Why?” Your eyes start to burn. “Why did you kill me?”
~~~
1993
Tate had never seen any girl as beautiful as you. Never. Not in a movie, not in a magazine, nothing. From the first time he saw you in kindergarten, he knew there was something special about you. Of course, he didn’t know it would grow into what it did until middle school when his hormones took over. His feelings for you quickly transitioned from a pure crush to a sick obsession. And the best and worst part of it all was that you had no idea.
You never really spoke to him. He was out of your league. You were popular, but not braindead popular like the people you surrounded yourself with. Tate had seen you in some of your classes. You were smart, you got the best grades in those classes. You had plans for yourself after high school, unlike your friends. That knowledge only made him admire you more.
The problems began when you started going out with one of the popular boys in your group, David. He was awful for you; Tate didn’t understand why you chose to have such a relationship with someone like that. He’d watch how David would wrap his arms around you in the hallways, leave small kisses on your cheeks, and whisper words in your ears that made your face turn bright red. It made him furious.
What did David have that he didn’t? Why was he so special? Tate knew he could give you more than David ever could. So, why were you with him?
Tate quickly became blinded by rage and jealousy.
At night he’d lie awake, the knowledge that you might’ve been out there opening your legs for another boy making him sick. That’s when the fantasies began. He imagined killing David. How would he do it? Where? In what way would leave the least amount of blood on his clothes? The image of his mutilated body consumed Tate’s thoughts. He liked it.
It was around that time that he had found the mask.
It was a strange mask he found in the basement. It had a long white face with black holes for the eyes and a long mouth. He wondered which resident of his house had left it there for him. He didn’t know, and frankly, he didn’t care. All he knew from the second his eyes fell upon that mask was that bad things were going to happen.
He started going out at night and driving by David’s house. The mask he wore gave him a sense of power he never knew he could feel. At first, it was innocent. He’d simply drive down the other boy's road and look through his window for a few minutes before leaving. But all it took was one second of seeing you inside to blow the whole thing up. He was livid, seeing red. He decided he needed to bring his fantasies to life and get rid of David for good.
Halloween was when the opportunity to kill David became undeniable. By that point, Tate had been stalking the two of you for a month so he knew the basics. Which room was Davids, how to get into his house, and where his parents were most likely going to be. He had it all planned out. So, on Halloween night he put on the mask along with black robes that covered his entire body and ventured to the other boy's house, ready to kill.
He brought a knife, and when the time was just right, he snuck in through one of David’s open windows and started his game. He crept through the empty house, not making a sound. Getting to David’s room only took him a few minutes and what he heard from outside the door made him not regret his choice at all.
“Yeah, I know, listen she’s so close to finally giving it up to me and that’s what I’ve been working for this whole time. Once it happens, I’ll dump her, easy,” David spoke into his phone. His voice was cocky. It made Tate clench his jaw in frustration.
“Because dude, do you know how many girls from school I’ve already got under my belt? Y/N is just gonna be a name on my list. Yeah, whatever, I gotta go anyway I need to shower for the party, maybe I’ll get lucky, and she’ll drink too much. Okay bye.”
Before David could even get up from his chair, Tate kicked the door down and stormed in, too overpowered by his rage to think about anything but slitting the other boy's throat. He pounced on him, stabbing the knife into any part of his body he could reach. David screamed, but Tate quickly silenced him by shoving the knife down his throat. He felt empowered, he felt thrilled at the sight of his dead peer. It was amazing.
Tate didn’t waste much time gawking over his achievement, however. Once he was sure David was dead, he quickly pulled the knife out of the boy and fled out the window and back to his car. As he drove through the small neighborhoods of your guys' town, he wondered how big the news would be. Would you cry? He hoped you wouldn’t. Not over that asshole. You would move on, and Tate would wait however long it took.
~~~
The news of David’s death spread faster than wildfire and consumed Westfield High’s drama for weeks. Out of all the kids in the school, you took his death hardest. Seeing you so depressed almost made Tate regret his actions. He couldn’t bear seeing you tear up in class or show up to school two periods late. You weren’t like that.
However, as the days turned into weeks, you started to appear healthier and happier, and soon enough you were back to your normal self. Tate was glad, you were always so much prettier when you paid attention in class. He decided it was time for the second part of his plan to finally act. Though he was incredibly nervous, he knew it was then or never. He couldn’t risk you getting a new boyfriend that he’d have to kill again.
So, one day, he followed you into the library when the two of you coincidently had a study hall during the same period. His heart was beating so loud he could hear it in his ears. There you were. sitting at one of the tables alone studying, and he was going to speak to you. He’d thought up conversation starters all morning along with taking a few extra hits off his bong to help with the anxiety.
He shook the nervous thoughts from his head and grabbed his notebook from his backpack before walking in your direction. Your head was down, your hand moved aggressively across the paper as you wrote your notes. Tate stood at the other side of the table for a few seconds simply admiring you. His hands were shaky, his breathing uneasy. God, you made him lose his composure by existing. It was excruciating.
After he was done staring, he spoke, his voice quiet. “Hey y/n, do you mind maybe helping me with some of that psych homework?”
Your head shot up, your eyes instantly meeting his. He swore he couldn’t breathe. You, y/n, were looking at him on purpose. At that moment he didn’t care about what you were going to say, he didn’t care if you completely rejected him. All he cared about was how good it felt to have your eyes on him. Such innocent, loving eyes.
“Oh, yeah of course Tate that’s actually what I’m working on right now. Just sit, we can do it together. Unless you’re like super behind,” you answered.
“Are- Are you sure?” He couldn’t help the uncertainty. Did you really say yes to him?
“Yeah... should I not be?” You replied with a smile.
“No- sorry.” He sat down across from you. He could smell your perfume; he’d never been this close to you. “I just wasn’t sure if you even knew who I was.”
You chuckled. “How could I not know who you are? We’ve literally been in the same school system together since kindergarten.”
“I don’t know. You’re you know popular and stuff,” he said as he opened his notebook.
“Not really, besides even if I was that wouldn’t automatically make me forget anyone. But anyway, you can use my notes in a second, I’m almost done with the page,” you responded. You looked back down at your work and started writing again.
Tate nodded despite you not paying attention and watched as you wrote. He felt like that whole conversation was another one of his daydreams about you. Was he really sitting across from you? Or was it another mid-class nap? He cracked his knuckles to make sure he wasn’t dreaming and thankfully, he wasn’t. It was all real life.
“Sorry if this comes out as creepy, but I feel like I haven’t seen you around in a while. I mean, when was the last time we even spoke?” You suddenly spoke, your eyes back on his.
“I guess you weren’t looking hard enough to see me,” he said with a shrug. All his confidence was a facade because on the inside he was losing his mind.
He noticed the way your cheeks slightly turned pink before you replied. “Yeah, I guess I wasn’t. But I should have been.”
He knew deep down you were going to be his for so long, but at that point, he knew he had already achieved his goal. You were his.
~~~
“What is this place?” You asked as you clutched your cardigan around your body.
Tate smiled and grabbed both of your hands in his. “I told you it’s a surprise. Patience is a virtue.”
“I have patience, but I also have a lower body temperature than usual and it’s bothering me so I would really appreciate it if you’d just take me to the surprise already,” you said, a small smile forming on your lips.
“It’s seventy degrees.”
“Yeah, but it’s also windy at the beach and it’s probably colder than seventy because of the ocean’s temperature.”
Tate sighed and leaned his head down to press a small kiss on your lips, a feeling he still hadn’t gotten over. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Terrible, naughty things I hope,” you replied, kissing him again. “But please lead me to your special surprise beach spot.”
Though he wanted to stand there and kiss you all night, Tate obeyed your request and began to lead you further down the beach. It had been a few months since the two of you started talking, and to say it progressed would be an understatement. Tate had truly underestimated how easy it would be to capture your attention. All you wanted was a sweet, caring, genuine boy and he could be all those things easily.
So, after a month of being friends, he asked you out and you said yes. The relationship grew deeper with each day, and it didn’t disappoint him one bit. He loved everything about you. The way you’d lie on your bed with him and talk for hours, the way you’d make your relationship with him public by holding his hand in the halls, and most importantly the way you never expected or wanted him to change to fit in with your friends. You liked him for who he was, and it melted his heart.
It was your three-month anniversary, and Tate wanted to make it special. Even though he knew before the two of you got together that you were a virgin, he didn’t know to what extent you were. He quickly became aware you had done most things already, just not full sex. At first, he was annoyed at the fact that you weren’t completely his because he had never done anything with a girl before you. But after the first night, you went down on him, he wasn’t that upset anymore.
On this night he planned to take the next step with you. He had it all set up. The blankets, the lights, all of it. As the sight of his setup came into view, he watched your face light up. You squeezed his hand and grinned up at him.
“Is this really for me?” You asked.
“Yeah, do you like it?” He replied.
You nodded and sped up to reach it, dragging him with you. Once you made it you dropped down to sit on the blanket, urging Tate to do the same. “This is so cool. You’re the first boy to ever do something like this for me. I love it.”
“I’m glad, I know how you like sentimental things,” he said as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “And I’ve been wanting to show you this spot for a while. I used to come here a lot as a kid and watch the waves with my dad... before he left. I wanted to make it special with you because you’re not like my dad. Right?”
“No, I’m not. I won’t ever do anything to hurt you like that. I lo- I like you Tate, a lot.”
Tate only stared into your eyes, his heart beating faster than it ever had in his life. You almost said you loved him. He knew then that night was going to be the night you finally gave yourself to him. Something in your eyes made him certain. Your eyes were dark. You stared up at him as if he were the only boy in the world. There was a feeling in the air, one of lust and fear.
“I’ll never want to hurt you either,” he mumbled after a few seconds. “I doubt I ever could.”
You gave him a small smile and placed one of your hands on his cheek. You caressed the skin with your thumb as you slowly started to lean your face toward his. He accepted your lips on him, kissing back instantly. It was the moment he’d been working up to for years. He was finally going to lose his virginity to you, and you to him. Nothing would ever compare.
~~~
The sound of Nirvana mixed with skin slapping filled Tate’s room. He couldn’t help the moan that left his lips when he looked down at you. Your back was arched so perfectly, your waist looked impossibly small, and your ass looked incredibly big. The side of your face was smushed against one of Tate’s pillows. You were so red, so loud you had to bite your hand to spare the whole house from hearing. Tate took in a deep breath and slapped your ass, his thrusts not faltering for even a second.
“Fuck baby, you look so pretty right now. You take me so well,” he whispered. He wrapped some of your hair around his hand and yanked you up, making you practically scream. “Yeah, you like that. You like being manhandled y/n?”
You let out another moan but didn’t reply. Tate slapped your ass again and threw you back down to the mattress. He leaned over you, your sweaty body feeling perfect against his. He was close to finishing. He’d already made you cum a few times that day, so he wasn’t too concerned about where you were. All he was concerned about was getting closer to you before he came.
“I love controlling you, you’re so helpless. Fuck I’m so close,” he mumbled in your ear. “You’re mine, all fucking mine forever. I’ll kill anyone who even tries to take you away from me.”
You made a noise and Tate couldn’t hold back any longer. He came inside you, his cock pulsing heavily. You groaned; his cock was hitting your cervix too hard it hurt. He waited a minute or so before finally pulling out and moving to the spot next to you on the bed. He’d never felt anything as amazing as having sex with you. He was breathless.
He was so caught up in his thoughts about what just happened that he didn’t notice your sad expression. When he eventually looked at you, he saw your frown. Immediately he turned to his side and faced you, reaching out one of his hands to brush a few of your hairs behind your ear.
“What’s wrong baby?” He asked.
“Nothing,” you replied.
“It doesn’t look like nothing you look sad; you can tell me whatever it is.”
You sighed and turned your head to meet his gaze. “Why do you like hurting me? Like during sex and stuff. You’re always so rough and I don’t know you’re really mean and sometimes the stuff you say is… scary.”
“How is it scary?” He laughed.
“You said you’d kill anyone who would try to take me away from you,” you said.
“Yeah, I would. I swear I’ve said this shit to you before. I would do anything for you, or to keep you,” he responded.
“Don’t joke about that Tate, you know I’m scared of killers because of what happened.”
“Oh, so this is about David? Why are you even thinking about him y/n he’s been dead for months. Do you miss him, or something is that it?” He questioned; his tone harsher than before.
You scoffed and sat up. “You’re seriously making this about me missing David?”
“Well, is that what this is about?”
“You’re unbelievable,” you muttered before you stood up and started to get dressed.
“Oh, my fucking God y/n I’m sorry for whatever I said wrong while we were fucking. Can we just move on already? I don’t see what the big deal is,” he snapped.
“No, we can’t just move on. You scare me sometimes Tate like genuinely. I know you mean it all in a sweet way but it’s weird. I love you but you don’t hear me saying I’d kill people if they talked to you or looked at you a certain way. That’s not normal.”
Tate sat up. “I wish you would say those things. I wish you loved me as much as I love you. I’d do anything you ask; I would shoot up the fucking school if you wanted me to.”
You looked at him, he could see the terror and fear in your eyes. “Are you serious?”
“Of course, I am. I don’t get why you’re acting so scared. I’d never hurt you I don’t even think I could if I wanted to, you mean more to me than any person alive or dead,” he answered.
“You’re sick,” you mumbled. You grabbed your bag and walked to the door. “I think we need some time apart; you aren’t sane.”
His heart practically stopped. “What?”
“We need to stop seeing each other for a little while, I can’t take this insane shit Tate. I’m sorry. You know I love you, but I need you to get some help before I can be with you.”
Before Tate could reply, you left. All he could do was stare at the door, a million thoughts roaming his head. Did you really just break up with him? Was that it? Did you just throw away everything the two of you had because you felt his love was too strong? It didn’t feel real.
As the night progressed, he tried to call you, dozens of times. But each call was either declined or rang out. His anxiety grew with each ring of the phone. Why weren’t you replying? Who were you seeing? Did he really mean so little to you that you could leave so easily? His mind spun with scenarios, each one worse than the last. By the end of the night, he had convinced himself you were cheating on him, and the following days only worsened his state of madness.
You ignored him completely in school. Every time he tried to talk to you, you either turned away or walked away completely. It hurt him terribly. He couldn’t understand what had changed so fast. He chased you around the halls for days, trying his hardest to get your attention. But it never worked. And so, his love for you began to fade into an awful rage.
He couldn’t let you just walk away from everything the two of you shared. You were his. Only his. He couldn’t let you leave him, not like his dad. He hadn’t spent his entire life chasing you just to end up losing you. No. So, he began to formulate a plan. He’d leave you alone for a few days then calmly ask you to meet him at the beach, in the special spot he once made for you.
He wasn’t surprised that his plan worked. You were predictable.
When the night came, he made sure he was prepared. He snorted a line, packed his bag full of your favorite things, and set off. As he walked down the beach, he made sure the knife he hid was secure in his pocket. It was smaller than the one he’d used on David, but it would do the job just as efficiently.
You arrived a few minutes after him, a sad expression on your pretty face. He fought the urge to run to you with open arms.
“Thank you for coming,” he said. Only a few feet separated your bodies, he wished he could close it. But he needed to be patient.
You took a deep breath, you looked nervous. “Yeah, look Tate I... I’ve thought about it and I... I really think we should stop seeing each other for some time.”
“Why Y/N? I love you, so fucking much. I’m sorry for what I said, I can change, I won’t say shit like that ever again. I’ll be gentle, I swear. Just give me the chance I can be whatever you need me to be,” he replied desperately. He opened his bag and pulled out your favorite candy. “I love you; I really do. Please give me another chance.”
He watched your eyes fill with tears. You wanted to give in, he could see it in your eyes. But you only shook your head and wiped a fallen tear from your cheek.
“No. I’m sorry. Tate, you aren’t gentle, that’s not who you are. And I don’t want you to pretend to be someone you aren’t.”
Tate swallowed hard. “You promised me you’d never leave me; you said you were nothing like my dad. Was it all a lie?”
“Of course not!” You exclaimed and took a step closer to him. “I love you; I really do. That’s why this is so hard.”
“If you love me, why can’t we work this out? Don’t lie to me Y/N.”
He couldn’t stop his eyes from watering, nor could he stop his lips from quivering. He dug the bouquet of your favorite flowers out from his bag and held them out to you.
“Please,” he mumbled. “I need you.”
You caved. You wrapped your arms around his waist and held him tight. He could feel your muffled cries on his chest, it pained him. You were a sensitive sweet girl; it was both your blessing and curse.
“Maybe in a few months, we can try again, I don’t know.” You looked up at him with bloodshot eyes. “We just can’t be together right now. And I mean we’re going to graduate soon, and I might go to a college far away, how would that even work? But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s too late for that Y/N, you’ve already hurt me.” He dropped what he was holding and dug one of his hands into his pocket. He touched your face with his other hand, your tears covering his palm. “You’ve planned on leaving me this whole time. I wanted to give it another try you’ve made up your mind. I guess it just comes down to one thing.”
“What?” You asked.
“If I can’t have you, no one can,” he whispered before he pulled out the knife and plunged it into the side of your neck.
~~~
2011
“I killed you because I loved you,” he answers. “Because you were going to leave me and find someone else.”
All you can do is stare at him in silence. You think back to everything that happened. How could you have been so blind? It couldn’t have been your fault though. He would’ve killed you anyway. You think back to all the times Tate made you uneasy, all the times he would say things that creeped you out. Deep down you must’ve known that’s who he is. Maybe you knew all along.
Maybe you loved him because of his darkness.
You exhale a long breath. “We don’t have that long till midnight.”
“So?”
You shrug. “Wanna hook up?”
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