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evansonlylove · 20 days

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he hurt me but it felt like true love

-Kai anderson x fem reader

CW: abusive relationship, sex w/o protection, slapping, spitting, manhandling, angry kai, knife play, threatening. slut shamming. mentions of death.

summary: while kai was out running meetings for his cult, teaching and mentoring his followers he hears men of the group talking about you. About your beauty, how bad they wanted you and how much of a slut they thought you were. Rather than kai getting angry at them, he directs that anger towards you.

You loved kai more than anything. Your friends and family said it was manipulation, abuse and such, but to you he was God. Understanding that him being busy all the time helping his people wasn’t something hard for you to understand, you actually looked up to him for it.

He had promised you he’d be home intime for dinner. Dressing up nice with a pretty dress you knew he liked, putting your hair down and making his favorite food was your way to repay him for everything. Yet where was he? You couldn’t text or call him in fear of him getting upset, all you could do was wait. But even the most faithful followers get tired.

Keeping on the dress in hope that he may come back soon and wake you up to have dinner you laid in bed, thinking about him was all you could ever do. Were you dumb in love with a psychotic cult leader? Yes, you couldn’t complain since you knew what you signed up for with him but a fire lit inside you this night. Anger, you wanted to be #1 in his mind but you never were, and you were done taking it.

Somewhere in the time you fell asleep and wake up to something sharp on your neck and a familiar scent. opening your eyes and seeing kai standing at the edge of the bed right infront of you, his long blue hair falling infront of his face along with rage.

“kai? whats h-“ His hand reaches to your cheeks with a squeeze and leaning your head up to look at him while a knife pressing at your neck.

“Tell me, do you think i’m stupid y/n?” He squatted down face to face with you as he asked, never taking his eyes off of you. “Do you think you get to be some slut while with me?”

You look at him with confusion “what are you talking about kai?” you muttered out, still not being able to comprehend the situation as he woke you. You try to sit up but quickly get pushed back down and the knife being held harder against you skin

“Stay the fuck down and speak up. tell me. do you think i don’t know what you do?” And just like that, the rage from earlier comes rushing back to you in waves.

“kai i have no fucking idea what you’re talking about. you leave me hanging with dinner and come home accusing me of thing? are you serious? put the goddamn knife down.” He had never seen you like this, speaking up and being upset with him. The last thing you expected him to do was laugh, and yet that’s what he did. Laughed right in your face with a knife digging into you.

“Im not putting anything down. you know what i heard though? i heard how much you love flaunting yourself around MY members. do you know what they think of you y/n?” He laughs again almost phycotictly “They think you’re a stupid slut that’s free for grabs all because little miss y/n loves being so fucking sweet and talkative. Here’s a thought baby, why don’t you shut the fuck up and stay away from them? maybe so you won’t embarrass me like this?”

“i didnt do anything kai, i wasn’t even at the meetings today. Yes i try to help and talk to them but that’s just because i want to be a part of what you do, why can’t you see that?”

“You wanna know what i see? i see a desperate bitch begging for attention, if not from me than it’s from them. you think i have time to deal with that after all i do for you and these people? you think i don’t love you or something so you feel like you have to do all that?” He turns his head as he asks the last question, almost mocking you. You see his hand go down to his pants as he starts unzipping them slowly.

“yes. i just want your attention and love kai, can you understand that please?” Your body weakens as you say these words, suddenly you feel better by just telling him this and not keeping it in.

“You want me attention huh? and my love. Here i’ll give you allll my attention you pathetic little whore. I see how hard you try, let me reward you with my attention hm?” He gets up leaving his crotch at your heads height now. Even though you heard his sarcasm this was all you wanted, his attention in any way, shape or form. “Open that pretty little mouth for your leader, you wanted attention right? i’ll give it to you” You looked up at his though your eyelashes with doe eyes and opened your mouth just as he had asked you to do. His pants slid down with ease as he palmed himself through his underwear, he loved making you wait for it after all. All you could do was wait and wait and wait, your mouth watered at the sight of him finally taking his cock out as he stepped closer to you he slapped his tip on your lips. He spit down on his cock and into your mouth before he slipped his hard cock into it, a loud grown coming from him almost immediately.

“Is this was you wanted? here’s the fucking attention for you” He went on to fuck your mouth, one hand behind your head leading you deeper on his cock while the other pressed a cold knife against the side of your neck. “I should fucking kill you for what those guys said. But then i’d be wasting such a perfect mouth, so good at sucking me off. So..fucking.. pretty” One more thrust and he stayed deep in your throat making you gag, he stayed just like that for almost a minute. Your eyes watered with mascara running down your face and saliva down your chin before he let go as he looked down at you.

You subconsciously pressed your thighs together to please yourself in anyway and he saw it. “Oh you love this don’t you little lamb, you love being used by your God. use your words” His hand slid up your thighs before you could reply his hand was already up your dress as he was met with a surprise.

“What a fucking slut, no panties? i should’ve known this is what you wanted all along” He ran a finger through your folds and stopped right at your clit. “But, i won’t do anything until you admit what a slut you are, admit this is what you wanted”

“yes divine ruler this is what i wanted, i’m such a slut for you but only for you i swear. i’ll do better.” As promised for your honestly he began running circles on your clit. A desperate moan came from your lips, any touch from him made your body react in ways you didn’t know where possible.

“Good girl” You felt the cold knife make its way to your lips as he slid a finger into your wet pussy, you let your tongue out for him to place the knife as he finger fucked you. “what a good fucking girl you are while doing what you’re told. Do you want even more attention?” A almost embarrassing whimper came out of your mouth as he spoke.

“mhm, please” And just like that he got in his knees on the bed, placing your legs above his shoulders and his cock lying on your stomach. He leaned over you putting one hand on one side of you and the other on his cock lining up with your entrance. Relentlessly he thrusted into you making you both moan as you looked into eachothers eyes, he quickly reached for the knife again and placed at at your neck before he continued his rough thrusts.

“You’re still at my mercy, your pleasure, your orgasm… your life is all at my mercy. show me you’re worth my attention” Those words alone made you squeeze around his cock, all you want to do is please him and show him you’re worth his everything. You reached your hand behind his head and leaned him in closer as you both went in for the most passionate kiss you’ve ever shared, you were addicted to his taste. Kai fucking anderson was a drug you’d never get enough of. Your legs latched around his waist making his thrusts deeper, your moans going into the kiss before he left your lips and went on to your ear, his grunts sound like heaven in your ear. “You feel so fucking good” He whispered into your ear causing shivers to go down your spine.

“i’m all yours kai, i want you to use my body forever give me your attention whenever you please” You whispered in return. You put your hand around his holding the knife and looked into his eyes. “if i’m not enough for you i’ll kill me myself” Your legs start shaking as you got closer to your orgasm.

“That won’t be necessary my pretty slut” He leaned back up and let the knife go, both his hands went to your waist as he fucked you deeper and harder than before, using your waist to push you down to meet his thrusts. You wer sure the grip he had on you would leave bruises but you didn’t care, all you could think about was him.

“I’m gonna cum kai please, let me cum all over your cock my divine ruler” You begged as you felt him throb inside you, his thrusts getting sloppy and his face scrunching with his moans. You knew he was close and all you wanted was to be filled up by him. “fill me with your seed, please it’s all i live for, it’s all id die for kai”

“Cum for me baby, i’ll bless this fucking pussy with my cum for you” He let out his final thrusts as you came all of him, squeezing around him throwing him over the edge as he filled you up you wrapped you legs tighter around him. You threw you head back with the overwhelming pleasure he caused you, his hand quickly teacher below your neck making you look at his cock finishing inside you. He pulled out and grabbed the knife running it down your pussy, picking up his cum dripping out of you. “Open up that pretty mouth for me” Taking your tongue out again he slid the knife along it, leaving his cum on your tongue for you to swallow.

“am i worthy of you divine ruler?” Your words come out like music to his ears, he leaned down and kissed your lips before he slapped you across your cheek.

“My pathetic little slut. you’re worthy.”

He hurt you and it felt like true love.

I hope this was good, i wrote it pretty quickly once i got the idea. I appreciate all likes, comments and reposts they make my day and show your support! requests are open♥️ -rain

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nahoyasboyfriend · 3 months

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Tonight you are mine

Warnings: somno (James is a freak,) very slight dubcon, brief mentions of cutting you, written with the intent to be afab reader but there's no penetration, thighjob, James being a perv.

Word count: 839

A/N: hii! I'm so sorry if there's any errors. I didn't proofread, and I'm not the best writer. I also don't write smut often so I'm sorry if it's bad. Despite that I hope you enjoy it.

James had come later than usual, and normally you're sitting in your shared room waiting for him. Greeting him with a low, "hello James." While looking up at him with tired eyes and a soft smile. Today you were snuggled up in bed, back facing him, completely unaware that he even came in. He shed his coat and gingerly peeled the cover off of you. You were wearing one of your skimpy sleep sets. A white camisole and a pair of matching shorts.

You always looked divine, but being wholly oblivious to the world made you irresistible. You were completely vulnerable. His hand brushed over the exposed skin of your thigh, and you stirred slightly but remained asleep. A heat began igniting within him. You were so soft— so pliant. He half expected to see the indent of his hand when he pulled away. Unfortunately, it wasn't there, and James thought about seeing the skin split instead. The idea of deep red blood staining your body brought a grin to his face, although that would be saved for another day.

For now, he unzipped the fly of his pants, and pulled down his underwear just enough to allow his cock to spring to life. A fat dollop of precum beading at the ruddy tip. He shuddered, and wrapped his hand around his length. His hand began working at a steady pace, occasionally running his thumb over the slit. A low groan tumbled out of his throat, and his eyes flit over to you. He expected you to rouse, to rub at your sleepy eyes and ask him what he was doing, but you didn't. You were still sleeping peacefully, unaware of the debauchery happening next to you.

This elicited a louder groan from him, and he realized he couldn't take it anymore. He needed something that wasn't his own calloused hand. He needed something warm, and that's exactly what what you were. He laid down next to you, shuffling closer, and the heat radiating off of you was addicting. He wanted to bite you, to rip the clothes off of you and take what he wanted. He refrained, only because you're so enticing when you sleep and he wanted to enjoy it as long as he could.

It seemed like even unconscious you were a tease. Your legs were practically glued together, and he's certain if he moved them to get access to where he wished to be most you'd wake. He knitted his brows together, pushing his lips into a thin line, contemplating what his next move should be. Then an idea struck him. he made quick work lining himself between your thighs, and the precum still coating his length would hopefully help lessen the friction. He didn't rush to get to the part he was waiting for, deciding to tease himself. He slowly thrusted his hips forward, and although it ached from the lack of real lube. The discomfort was gladly welcomed.

You murmured something unintelligible, and attempted to shift your body as if to change position. This was swiftly thwarted when James pressed a firm hand on your hip, forcing you to be still. He was finally getting an ounce of relief and he couldn't have that ripped away. Not now. He was just starting to have his fun. His arm wrapped around your front, holding you in place to prevent any attempts to run away. He started fervently rutting into you, uncaring if he woke you now.

Throaty growls and muffled grunts tumbling out of him as he worked himself to relief. Your entire body is jolted forward with every snap of his hips. You wake up confused, and the slick feeling of something sliding between your thighs only worsens your frazzled state. "James," you call out, your voice hoarse from lack of use. The sound of your hushed voice yanks a whine from him. "finally awake, my dear. Don't mind me, go back to sleep," He hums, pressing a kiss to your nape.

You sigh, letting your eyes flutter shut when you reach an understanding of the situation, "you couldn't wait until I woke up?"

"not when you're so alluring when you sleep," he muttered, the feeling of his breath against your skin making you shiver. His pace had mellowed out, signaling his imminent release and a part of you wishes you were awake to help him from the beginning, but that's now in the past and all you can do now is lay here while he uses you to get off. A few minutes later, he came in thick ropes, shamelessly grunting in your ear as he rode himself through his orgasm. It runs down your thighs in rivulets, and slips down onto the mattress. Any other time, you'd get up to wash yourself off, but today you lie there.

"When you're ready please wipe that off of me, I don't want to wake up dirty," you huff, feeling the soft waves of sleep overtake you again. He chuckles at your request, pressing another kiss to your shoulder this time, "Of course, my dear."

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marchsfreakshow · 21 days

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Comforting A Murder [James Patrick March]

Hurt/Comfort // Smut. (I guess?)

Well you did it. You finally murdered someone, but right in the middle of a mess James wants to clean up. You attempt to comfort eachother...

18+ MINORS DNI!

Warnings: dub-con, PnV, quick fuck?, James being James.

Brb inspiring this off of ep.9 and 10. Had no ideas anymore so I figured basing this off an episode or two would help me write this.

No one's perspective

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Oh, your pretty red dress. Ruined by the darkness of fresh blood. Arms and legs decorated by splashes of someone's else liquid soul. A beautiful decorated purple gun, turned black, dripping. Eyes widened; scared, confused, joy? Your mind racing with thoughts of what others would think.

Others? Each ghost more insane than the last? They didn't care. Most, happy by your calling. Liz, your best friend, daring you to talk to someone. "Talking to James will do good my dear. I understand he is in love with the countess still, but you know he takes interest in you as well."

"Sure.." A shaky word left your brain as you stood straight, gripping onto the used gun like it was a dying breath. "But... Jesus Liz, he's so... intimidating."

"Only if you don't talk to him." She stated. You took a deep breath and a step back, staring at the now decomposing lady that you laid bare. Flesh, body and soul ripped down the middle after a shot in the head. "A wonderful killing. Just like you." Liz was never too interested in the killing around the Cortez, but the way you killed... invigorating.

" 'suppose." You undressed as quickly as you killed, picking up a purple dress. The same shape, size and glimmer as the one you had murdered in. Your body still dripping in red.

"go like that. Go and find him right now."

"like this? No. Liz no! I can't. I have to wash myself. And my gun."

She shook her head and took a small drag of her cigarette. "No. Go find him. Now."

After a long silence, you took a deep and long breath, debating whether or not you should find the prolific killer. So you agreed. Walking out of the room and leaving the open torso to bleed dry, Liz watched, maybe silently judging you. You could never tell. The still image ran in your head as you walked. The heart slowing down, and the stomach just sat there, begging to be opened so the acid could dissolve everything else.

"...James." You saw him standing there, looking bewildered. He had been slapped, in front of an open hallway. An open hallway? Why on earth...? But you whispered his name as you took a step closer, transferring your gun from one hand to the other. "James.." you cleared your throat, looking down to the ground, feeling insecure. The killer looked at you, and smiled, taking his hand off his face.

"Ah, love. You look...ravishing, and a gun? My." He started, his smirk coming back to him. Nervous and worried, a blush appeared, and your hands were shaky again. The gun was still coloured darkly, leaving little trails of blood behind you. If there was any more blood on you, you would look like Carrie, an icon to you and your deranged but silent mind. "May I ask, your kill you have come back from?"

"a lady. Insulted my dress. Shot her head, then...ripped her torso. Neck to crotch." You admitted, looking everywhere but in his eyes. Another step towards you. He took your hand and looked lovingly at the gun.

"I'm so proud my dear." A teacher, smiling widely at his student, blood smearing itself over both your hands. You stared at his hands. Such precious jewels, covered in a dark thick liquid, a gun being shared between two. A small gulp and another deep breath. "What are you nervous about?" He asked as you looked up to the open hallway, a looming darkness. It scared you, but you never showed it. You wanted to impress James, being scared would annoy him.

Oh just how wrong you were. James could tell you were scared about what could have been lurking in the hallway. What a wonderful thing to use to his advantage. "This hallway is empty my darling. Nothing exists here." He simply stated. Innocently looking back up to him and seeming like you didn't understand anything he was saying. Like you didn't believe him. "Go on. Walk in. You have your dear gun, use it if need to." Absolutely not.

But a cold hand on your back, pushing you in. It left a faint handprint on you, and James noticed, letting out a small chuckle. It rang through the looming hallway, making you shake more. Holding the gun in front of you, worriedly looking around. Then a shot. You shot something. You think. Maybe? But you turned and ran. Ran into James' chest, even if he didn't wrap his arms around you as you secretly hoped he would. "You found something?"

"I think...I think so?" Your voice was hurried, and resting your head on his chest.

"Come dear. Let's take you away from this." He placed a dead hand on the small of your back, still bloody. The blood on you was decently dried now, feeling unable to wash it off. Eyes always straight and front as you both walked. Meeting anyone's eyes would increase your guilt about the murder. Such a beautiful but meaningless kill in James' mind. Killing someone for insulting your pretty red dress? Insanity.

James' room appeared before you, and you were led into it. Cold but comforting. A room you had wanted to go into. Forever. Everything interested you. Mindlessly, you started to wander around. Leaving gentle touches over every surface. The interest you two had with each other, coming to light. Your wonder and innocence, lit up when you walked around. Going in circles, your hand loosening around the firearm you held so dear. A beautiful thing, all based on your personality. James picked it up as you stepped in another circle, staring out of the window.

Ah, the open world. Nothing you missed. Bullied for the way you worked, and how you carried yourself. You left the daylight alone and stayed in the Cortez. Liz and Iris helping you with anything you need from the open world. "Dear. You are lost again." James murmured, standing behind you. A breath? Maybe? By the crook of your neck. "Ah yes, the life outside of this hotel. You should not worry about it, my dear. You are here now. You are here forever, murdering just because?"

Words that left him, and made you shiver. "But, I want the life again."

"I understand darling, but you must understand that this hotel can offer you more. Offer you something you could not find outside." A hand, gripping the front of your neck, thick fingers finding a vein and pressing on it, hard. "The people here are dangerous, wonderful. Full of deprived attraction." A hitch in your breath as the pressure got harder and harder. The stopping of your breath and its effects on James were pressed against your back. Was he really getting hard at this? Really? Okay...

"James..." All you did was lean against him, your neck open to him again, so many possibilities, and so many things he could do to you. A low groan, maybe a snarl leaving him. His free hand exploring your side, gripping at the dress fabric and feeling the dried blood on you. Every touch felt odd like you shouldn't be enjoying it so much. But your love for James, and the way your need for him manifested as killing for him. Innocents who did nothing to you but make a snarky comment, a little joke. Why was he so irresistible to you? A killer who died nearly 100 years ago, who loves murder, fine absthine, and his students.

Wandering hands trailing down your back, pulling down the zipper. The purple fabric fell swiftly off you, pooling around your flats and the blood-covered legs of yours. All this talk and touch of murder, blood, opening someone up, it was nothing but erotica turned real to him. Such a need for someone he did not know too well. Who was he to deny such a gift? Deny the chance to make someone feel something other than rage and upset.

Such moveable skin in front of him, the way he touched and practically groped you, making you feel mindless already. Your head, silently thrown back onto James' shoulder, feeling every touch he gave. The way he gripped onto your hips, such a need and desire in him. You practically threw yourself onto the bed, but sat on your knees politely. Even when a feeling of warmth spread through you, nerves were still there and you never wanted to upset your dear so. Shy, doe eyes watching a ghost undress. A quick coyote, readying himself to catch the doe it craved.

Silence in your voices, but catching breaths, underwear ripped off of you. You were being pulled up from your knees and pushed down onto all fours. He fucked like you were going away that night. Barely any time to catch your breath as he kept going.

Faster.

Harder.

Fucking you like the world was ending. Your moans; loud, unfiltered, they could be heard anywhere in the Cortez. His were reserved but animalistic in nature, never giving you a break. You screamed his name, as he yelled yours. Bruises were appearing on your neck, hips and thighs.

When had the dam been broken? You wondered as you cleaned yourself up, starting to sit up. Looking over to your side, James was half-dressed already. "I will admit my darling, that blood drying itself on you truly is enchanting." He nonchalantly mentioned, walking over to where you sat. A little hum in response, looking to the side where James was not. The ghost pulled your face towards him and left a kiss on your wanting lips. Pushing yourself forward to try and kiss him again, only to be denied.

Only to be denied as he picked up that purple gun you adored.

Only to be denied as he reloaded it.

Only to be denied as he aimed it at your worrying face.

BANG.

Only to be denied one last breath, one that you could've kissed him again with.

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her-favorite · 1 year

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hii i <3 ur work!! could you please write a james march fluff pls!! thanks so much babe

thank you so much!! I absolutely love getting requests 🤭

VALENTINES DAY

James Patrick March x F!Ghost!Reader

Summary: I thought why not make it some Valentines Day fluff since it’s coming up soon!

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff

a/n: i am fucking IN LOVE with james, so im so so happy to be getting requests for him 🤭 he’s definitely in my top 3 ahs evan characters

You walked into your and James’ shared suite, taking off your heels and setting down your accessories on the table by the entrance. You called out for your husband, James nowhere to be found.

You heard shuffling in the bathroom, making your way over to see what the noise was. The closer you got, you heard the bathtub running and light illuminating from under the door. You twisted the doorknob, pushing it open, only to freeze in your place.

The space around the top of the bathtub was littered with candles, red rose petals scattered around the floor and some swimming around in the water. You looked up at the figure who had stopped moving in the corner.

“Dearest, you’re back!” James’ raspy voice was loud enough to echo through the room. “Cleopatra had went on and on about the day of Valentine’s and I thought to show you my never ending love for you, my dear.” He walked over to you, resting his hands on your hips. Yours moved up his arms, circling around his neck.

“You didn’t have to do this, James. It’s too much-“ He cut you off with a tsk.

“Nonsense, this day is about you, my love.” He took his hands away and made his way back over to the bath. He started unbuttoning his blazer, rolling it off his shoulders and folding it on the counter. Once he got rid of the rest of his clothing, he held his hand out for you. “Come on, darling, join me.”

You stripped your clothes, letting them fall to the cold floor. You took his hand as he helped you into the tub. You leaned forward to let him sit behind you. He pulled you up on his lap, wrapping his arms around your bare waist. You rested your head against his chest, feeling the way it moved up and down as he breathed.

“You are absolutely striking, dear. The moment you stepped into this hotel in ‘26,” he sighed on delight. “I was absolutely struck with your beauty. You, Mrs. March, are the absolute best thing to happen to me. You are the most ravishing woman to step onto this godawful earth.” His hands moved up to smooth over the water and bubbles on your arms. He pressed kisses to your wet shoulders, leading up to your neck. You sighed in content, letting your head rest back against his shoulder. “Ease yourself, dear, let me take care of you.” He whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to it.

Once James was done washing you off, you dried yourself with a towel as James went out into the suite with just some boxers and a robe that hung off his shoulders.

You tied a red silk robe around your body, tying the knot tight. Your hair was dry enough because most of it wasn’t placed in the water. “Sweetheart, where did you go?” You say loud enough for anyone in the room to hear. You step outside of the bathroom doorway, leaning against the side as you looked around for your husband.

Your eyes stopped once they landed on his broad shoulders, his arm reaching out to pull the lever for the gramophone to work. It played soft, classical music through the tube, filling the empty space in the room.

“Ah, dear,” He turned around and walked over to you. He put his hand out for you to grab and kissed your knuckles when you obliged. You smiled at his politeness, your smile being reciprocated by your husband.

He put one hand on your waist and held the other that was already holding your hand. You put your hand on his shoulder, slowly moving up to cup the side of his neck. Your thumb rubbed back and forth, slowly relaxing the both of you.

James started to rock back and forth at a slow pace, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours. You smiled in content, moving your body with his. Your breathing was even, your shoulders were relaxed, your jaw was unclenched. You’ve never felt so relaxed before, until now. James always had an affect on you, but tonight was different. Tonight was about comfort, about ease, to unwind.

“You’re radiant when you’re happy, dearest.” James broke the beautiful silence (with the exception of the hum of the music). “This exact moment reminds me of our first dance, back in ‘27.” He reminisces, closing his eyes as if he was imagining it. Your smile gets wider, watching your husband open his eyes again and make eye contact with you. He has a warm smile before he leans down and presses his lips against yours. It was sweet, loving. It felt like being wrapped in hug, the warmth of it making you feel safe.

When you both pulled away, James took his hands away and moved them to cup your face. “You, darling, are the most enticing woman. As soon as I laid my eyes on you the day of the opening of this dear Hotel, I knew that I had to have you. Everything about you is absolutely captivating and it captures my attention in mere seconds. Everything that you are.. is everything that I could’ve asked for in a lover. You are my goddess and I truly worship the ground that you walk on, my dear.”

The water in your eyes threatened to spill over and once it did, James immediately caught it with his thumb.

“Oh, dearest, do not cry. I didn’t mean to upset you-“ You kissed him, cutting him off. He paused for a second, before quickly returning it. You both had to break apart when you both started smiling widely.

“I love you, James.” You whisper to him, your faces just inches apart.

“I love you more, my dear Y/N.”

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stilespeters · 1 year

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Reader being obsessed with her husband James March’s scars on his back.

You stabbed me?

pairing: James March x fem!reader

a/n: i need to dance with James while also trying to stab him (tension djdhhsh) in a room full of oblivious people. its simply a must.

word count: 2847

summary: You admire James’ scars and get a flashback on how the both of you met

warnings: sexual tension🤭, a bit of angst, swearing, suggestive language, oh and murder & violence ig

“James?” you called out and you looked at yourself in the mirror as the crimson fabric hugged your body. As you called out your lover's name, you heard him hum as he made his way over to you with his upper body exposed. “Yes, my dearest?”

“Can you zip up my dress?” You adjusted your hair to your side to expose your bare back, and James made his way behind you. He stood tall as his fingers brushed your lower back, and you felt shivers along your spine as he gently zipped the zipper to the end while looking at you in the mirror in front of you. You were wearing a wine colored sleeveless dress with a slit, and it clung to your body perfectly, showing your curves while still looking classy. It was a gift from James and it was your favorite dress. You only wore it on special occasions, and today was one of them.

You were both headed to a speakeasy downtown, and you were really excited. Women were allowed to vote and they were allowed to be much more loose than before, which meant that women were now also allowed to attend speakeasy’s. Plus, there was alcohol. Ever since the Prohibition law, it was way harder to get a good drink.

James was beyond thrilled to have you by his side. In the saloons, he’d talk about you and what a gem you were, but now he could finally show those men that you were the true angel of Los Angeles.

Once James was done zipping up your dress, he planted a kiss on your bare shoulder, and cupped the back of your neck. He gripped it with force whilst he planted more kisses, and his other hand was planted on your waist. “You look divine, Mrs March.”

“Why thank you, Mr March.” you turned around to face him, and you looked up at him and placed your hands on his chest. Your nails scratched against his skin, and he grinned at you as you leaned in to give him a kiss.

You planned on leaning back after a few seconds, but he had other plans as he cupped the back of your head, holding you into place. You let out a soft moan, which led to James getting a little more rough, and your hands moved to his back, scratching deliciously against his shoulder blades.

Kissing James for a few seconds just wasn't an option.

You only pulled away from his lips to kiss his neck, and his grip on your neck tightened as you sucked the sensitive skin. You knew that if you didn’t stop now, that your dress would be on the ground and his pants would be down.

But you didn't want to stop.

However, you two had a speakeasy to attend to, and so you pulled back and breathed heavily while pressing your forehead against his while his hands snaked around your waist.

“We still have about twenty minutes.” He whispered and he grinned. You knew what he was implying but you wanted to tease him. “Is that so?”

“Yeah, how about we skip the speakeasy and go to bed instead. I love your dress but it would look better on the floor.” You held his hair in your hands and tugged lightly, making him groan and you leaned forward to his ear. “Mhmm,” You waited a few seconds before continuing. “No.”

You pulled back and his lips were in a thin line, yet his eyes stood playful and you gave him a smile. “I don't want to ruin my makeup.”

“Yet your lipstick is painted on my neck.” He motioned for the red spot on his skin, and you chuckled. There was indeed a red spot on his neck, and he looked devilishly handsome right now. His hair was tousled and a few strands covered his forehead, the veins in his muscles were prominent, and his chest was marked with your recent scratches that attacked the skin.

Your chuckle, however, faded when he suddenly grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him in the eyes, and he rubbed some lipstick off of your skin with his thumb that got lost in the make out session. He then hooked his thumb on your bottom lip and slowly dragged it down.

“You know the words, darling. For if you change your mind. They will understand if we arrive later than expected,” the corners of his lips curled up. “Or not at all.”

When he saw you were speechless, he smiled at you and let go of your lip as he moved back to the bed and sat on the end with his back facing yours. He grabbed a cigarette from his pocket and placed it between his lips, and he grabbed a lighter on the nightstand and took a deep inhale.

Your hair was a little messy from the way he grabbed you, and your mind was fogged with the intoxication of your husband’s actions. It felt euphoric and it took every ounce of your body to not give in and jump on him.

However, you were strong enough to set it aside, and you fixed your hair and makeup in the mirror before turning around and looking at your husband who was still smoking with his back turned to you.

His back was broad and there were scratches scattered on his skin. Some were from you, from the previous nights the two of you had spent in your shared bedroom. But there were also other marks on his back that you didn't recognize. You saw it once or twice when you two would shower together and when you’d wash his back, but he always seemed reluctant when you’d touch them or ask about them.

You were curious by nature, and even though you didn't want to pry for information, you wished he would share it with you. You knew that he’d open up to you about it when he would be ready, and once he was ready, you’d open your arms for him to show him comfort. But the last time you mentioned it was months ago, just after the wedding, and so you felt like one more try couldn't hurt.

If he decided however to not speak up about it now, you’d happily wait until he was ready.

You slowly walked towards him and to his oblivion, you kept staring at his back. But what you didn't know was that James felt your eyes on him minutes ago, and he smirked as the cigarette was between his fingers.

“Like what you see?” he chuckled and you clenched your jaw and rolled your eyes. “I actually do.”

“Yeah?” he turned to look at you and you sat on the bed behind him and started massaging his shoulders. James March was a strong and powerful man, nothing could drag him down. However, he had one weakness, and that was your touch. He was like ice, but your skin on his would melt him instantly.

He gave into your soothing motions on his shoulders and closed his eyes.

You moved your hands a bit lower till they reached his shoulder blades. Testing the waters, you carefully traced one of the markings. He froze, and you kept massaging his stiffened muscles. His back was tense, and this time you were the one to plant a kiss on his shoulder.

He didn't say anything and instead let out a sigh. He gently grabbed your palm that rested on his shoulders, and for a second you thought that he wanted to pull you away. But instead, he guided your fingers to another mark on his back. You again, traced it, and you leaned in to give it a kiss.

“My father was a true believer,” he began, and you stopped as he continued. “Ate a little cracker, drank the wine every sunday. And he was the meanest son of a bitch you’ve ever seen.”

You gulped. James wasn’t one to use profanity often. You heard him sigh deeply and he huffed as he mentioned him. “Killed a cat for purring too loud.”

He took another inhale of his cigarette and bit the inside of his cheek. It was as if he was reliving everything over again. “He was Satan himself, disguised as an angel. It was a dance with the devil, and I kept playing with fire, that’s why he lashed out on me often.”

You brushed the pads of your fingers against the other markings, and again, you leaned in to give it a kiss. You wanted him to know that you were there for him in times like these, because these moments were rare. He usually puts up a mask to conceal his feelings, but you knew that once he let his guard down, that his vulnerable side was showing. You were supporting him in every way possible, even through the tough times, that’s why he felt comfortable enough with you to show his sensitive side.

“In those moments where he looked down on me, I… I-” he didn't know the words to describe it, and you gently rubbed his skin.

“You forgot how powerful you were.”

“Yeah,” he muttered and he clenched his jaw. “ I refuse to let my past get in the way of my success. I refuse to feel powerless like that again.”

You could really tell that he didn't want to think back about his past, about his father and you felt empathy. James was a person who loved power. He thrived knowing that he was one of the most powerful men in Los Angeles, and he felt like his scars were only a liability. He felt like it showed weakness.

“These scars radiate power, not weakness,” you began and he looked intrigued in what you had to say. “The wounds that were inflicted on your skin have healed, but there will always remain scars, both physically and mentally. It’s a sign that you’ve endured the torment of the world, the torment of your father. It’s a mark that shows that you're a survivor.” you almost whispered it, but it felt like a gunshot next to James’s ears. He smiled at your words, taking another inhale of his cigarette and you traced your finger down his back to his other scars.

He was thankful for you.

You stopped tracing your finger over his back when you reached another mark that was prominent on his side, and you chuckled when you remembered where it was from.

It was the scar he got when he first met you.

It was the summer of 26, and you had a mission. Find James March, and kill him. It was as easy as that, a simple task.

When you first entered the Grand room, it felt like the whole word went quiet. Everyone’s attention was on you, and everyone’s breath got caught up in their throat when they admired your physique. You held your chin high, and when you scanned the room, your eyes met the eyes of your target, James Patrick March. When he stared at you, he thought that you were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, and when you stared at him, you thought he was the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes on. He was infatuated with you, and you were infatuated with him. Which made the job a lot harder than you anticipated. Luckily you liked a challenge. Why not have fun when you're tasked to kill an aristocrat?

The first half of the night was basically you eyeing him from the other side of the room. He was talking to other ladies with beautiful and elegant flapper dresses and hand fans, however he didn't pay attention to any of them. He had a big name for himself and the women were practically lined up just to talk to him. They wanted to seduce him for his money and good looks. However he didn't fall for any of them. He knew their intentions, he was strictly here for business. Yet his eyes kept subconsciously moving towards you. You stood in the corner with wine in your hands, sipping while watching everything around you intently. Specifically James.

You had something mysterious and James was drawn to it.

Jazz music played in the background, and you had finally had enough of waiting for him to make the first move, and so as you made your way towards him. The ladies at James’ feet were long forgotten once you and James were standing in front of each other.

He gently grabbed your hand and kissed te back while holding eye contact, and you smiled at him as he introduced himself.

You could smell his expensive cologne and when he asked for a dance, the two of you swayed to the rhythm of the jazz music.

You had his body pressed against yours, and everyone around you had disappeared as you kept looking into his dark brown eyes. Your faces kept moving closer and closer, but each time his lips were merely touching yours, you’d pull away and leave him speechless.

He was strictly there for business, but the way you looked at him made him want to make an exception for mixing business with pleasure.

However, James wasn't stupid, he knew you were up to something. You didn't have a chaperone, you wore a practical and simple dress instead of something extravagant, and you had only set your interest in him the whole night. Your vibe was off, and it bugged him. It was the hard blade of a knife however that was pressed against his side that made him realize you were up to no good.

His grip on you had tightened and he had leaned in so that his lips were next to your ear whilst you two were still swaying on the music. Everyone else didn't have any clue what was going on. “What game are you playing here?” He tried to pull away from you but you pulled him in till your chests touched, and your red lips grinned as you looked up at him with mischievous eyes. “The one where I get my paycheck.”

That’s when you stabbed him in his side.

You felt joy as you reminiscenced while your fingers traced the scar, and James rubbed soothing motions with his thumb on your side. You somehow felt proud of the mark you left him.

“You were sloppy that night,” he began and you chuckled. “If you stabbed the blade 1 inch to the left, I would’ve been dead, yet you missed.”

“Well maybe it was my intention to not kill you that night, maybe I wanted to have some more fun with you before I’d slice your throat.”

“Yet you didn't,” you stood up from your seat on the bed, and moved to sit on his lap instead. Both of your legs were on one side of his leg and you placed your arm around his shoulder. His hand moved to your waist. “I did slice a throat, it just wasn’t yours.”

He grinned widely at your words and he closed his eyes and hummed in amazement when he replayed the scene in his head.

You and him had tried to kill each other multiple times that night, while still dancing. No one noticed what was happening, and the both of you challenged each other as you two were on the same skill level. After 60 minutes the both of you gave up on trying to kill each other, and you agreed to kill the person who hired you.

When James closed his eyes, he saw the sight of you on top of your client. You had red splattered all over your face and dress as the man gurgled in his own blood when you slit his throat. Your dress was white, which represented innocence. Which was ironic since you were the opposite of innocent. It was the most attractive thing James had seen, for him it was like a sexual awakening. He didn't even find it odd that he was turned on by the sight of you murdering someone.

He fell in love right then and there, and so he decided to stick around with you, and everything that followed was history. The scar that was left on his side was a reminder of how the two of you met. It was a romantic first encounter where the two of you tried to murder each other.

“That night, you killing that man was the most astonishing thing I have ever witnessed in my entire life.” He adjusted you in his lap so both of your legs were on either side of his. You hovered above his crotch and your hands were once again on his chest.

“Mhmm.” you kissed his neck.

“You looked magnificent. Your white dress was painted with blood. Your hair was messy as your hair fell out of your bun, your lipstick was smeared and your legs were bruised from the fight that we had when you stabbed me. The way you clutched the knife, the way you drew it to his throat, you looked seraphic, killing him.”

As he complimented you, you continued kissing his neck trailing more pecks to his collarbone and his hands moved to your neck. When you pressed yourself onto his crotch, he sucked in a deep breath.

“Darling,” he whispered as you pulled back. “What about the speakeasy?” He asked and he gave you a knowing look while raising his eyebrows. You grinned down at him while grabbing a fistful of his hair. “We got 10 more minutes, right?” he nodded and you bit your lip. “Well, I marked you as mine when I stabbed you 4 years ago,” you motioned for the scar on his side. “Now mark me as yours.”

“Anything for you, my dearest.” his hands moved to the zipper of your dress, and before you knew it, the fabric was lost somewhere on the ground.

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l0serloki · 1 year

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Showtime

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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yes-divine-ruler · 10 months

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james march

one-shots

smut

For Eternity

rory monahan

one-shots

smut

My Little Pornstar

‎‏‏‎‎‏kai anderson

one-shots

smut

Make Love to Me

Ultraviolence

The Death of Peace of Mind

Bottoms Up x pre-cult!kai

Your Personal Trainer ------- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Get it Up

Vengeance

Worst In Me

Cake

Razor Sharp

Humiliated Man

Sexting the Councilman

All Part of My Plan

So Easy

Doll x bimbo!fem!reader

Obey by my Rules

Benefactor x virgin!fem!reader

Sweet Dreams

Mr Anderson x student!fem!reader

Off Limits x warren lipka

Cam Girl

angst

Love The Way You Lie

Protected

headcanons

Falling Pregnant with Kai Anderson’s Messiah

Reader loves crotchet and gardening

drabbles/blurbs

bratting out in public

overstimulation

overstimulation 2

“first one to cum is a loser”

series

“Rivals” Masterlist

All Parts (5/? posted)

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frankenkyle19 · 10 months

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Rhythm of your undead heart

Description: You’ve been begging James for months to let you take control in the bed. Just for one night. He finally says yes, without realizing just how much he sighed up for

I was listening to Mr. Schwartz by Arctic Monkeys on repeat while writing the rest of this and ended up SPEEDING through it. Thank god for music

word count: 4.3k

warnings: smut, anal, probably ooc James, pain kink, mentions of blood and James’ past

It was difficult. Being in a relationship with not only an infamous serial killer, but a dead one at that. At times he acted as if he didn’t give a damn about you. As if you didn’t even exist. He had other ‘matters to attend to’ according to him. But despite it all, you stayed by his side. He was eternally grateful for that. Now he may not have always made it known, but he really was fond of you. You made his undead heart flutter. Made him feel things that he nearly forgot he could feel after his many years of being dead. Feelings he hadn’t felt since the first time he laid eyes on his dear countess.

James was a very attentive lover, almost always seeing to your needs immediately. He wanted you to be so content in his hotel that you wouldn’t ever think of leaving. Sometimes he’d even fantasize about killing you. What it would be like to lay you out on his bed, ravage you, and while you’re in the throes of release with him so deep inside you, he would slide his knife across the delicate, vulnerable skin of your neck. How he’d watch you choke on your own blood, eyes wide and full of fear, before you would inevitably return to him in your ghostly form. Maybe one day he would take your life, but he enjoyed you enough right now that he kept you just as you were. It was an honor. But it would also be just as much of an honor to be killed by the man.

The one thing James March was not, was submissive. There was not a single bone in his body that ever wanted to submit to you, or to anyone. It simply wasn’t in his nature. He was raised by a father who had the wrong ideas of what a man should or rather, had to be. And no matter how many times you asked, his answer stayed the same.

No my dear, I don’t think I will.

Still, you persisted. Months and months of asking James to just let you have one night to pleasure him. Tie him to the bed and have your way. Every time it was ‘no no no’, but the more you asked the harder time he had denying you. He hated denying you anything. You quite literally had him wrapped around your finger. Maybe even more so than his dear Elizabeth once had.

So on his very own birthday, Devil’s night, he finally caved and said yes.

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“Really?” Your eyes were wide as saucers as you looked him over to see if he was just messing with you, but of course James wasn’t one to mess around.

“Yes dear. You have been quite persistent with your asking, so I’ve realized how much it would mean to you. You may have your way with me.” He said with ease, nose curling a bit in that adorable way it did when he said certain words. as he spoke when his accent got heaviest. He’d had a few drinks but was still sober enough to know he was in for a longgg night.

“Well then James, we should start as soon as possible!” You said excitedly. Like a child who was just told they could have dessert before dinner. This was exhilarating.

“You stay here and undress. Lay on the bed and don’t touch yourself.” You gave your first order of the night. Something flashed behind James' undead eyes. A spark. Excitement or nervousness? Both? You hoped to soon find out.

You raced out of the bedroom, going to find your box of toys that you kept well hidden from James under one of the many cabinets in his suite. You grinned when you found it, rummaging through its contents before pulling out your strap on. The one you had been waiting months to use on your lover. The one you had bought with the specific purpose of wrecking James with.

You grabbed the bottle of lube next to it as well as a vibrator. You may just use that on him as well. He’d never used toys before because they weren’t exactly a thing when he was alive. At least not the ones around today. And why would he put something so foreign and unpredictable near his cock? He much preferred your hand. Or, excuse his language, your pussy.

You had your arms full as you made your way back to James, seeing him laid out on the bed, fully naked. He had done just as you requested. His cock was half hard as it rested on his lower stomach, hands at his sides as he glanced at you, showing a bit of disinterest as he saw the items you had brought back with you. He had such an ease about him, just laying there, completely bare and seeming completely content with it.

“What are you planning on doing with those?” He asked, blinking slowly as he examined the items in your arms.

“Going to fuck you, James.”

Such language caused him to cringe slightly, shaking his head as he sat up a bit in the bed. He almost looked nervous, but was obviously trying not to show it. He’d never been touched there before. Never even dared to explore his body fully while all alone in his room all these years. A man like him didn’t do that, but you were here to teach him that he could. And that it would feel good. That he could let his guard down. Just enjoy himself.

You laid the items at the end of the bed and crawled up next to him, gently running your hands down his scarred, muscled chest. He inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring as he glanced at you apprehensively.

“You are not going to do such things- I ref-“ you cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips, causing his glare to harden. If looks could kill…

“You said I could have my way with you, James. This is what I plan to do. I’ll be gentle, promise.”

“I don’t need you to be gentle-“

“And we need a safe word. Yeah? In case you want to stop at any time. Give me a word.”

“Stop. Stop will be my word.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “We need something more unique than that, James. Please just humor me?”

He grumbled under his breath before responding.

“Fine, if we must, my word can be… gun.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course out of all the words in the English language and beyond, he chose gun. Even now his mind couldn’t help but wander to those dangerous, murderous thoughts.

You carefully let your hands trail lower down his body before gently wrapping one around his half hard cock. He sighed softly, body finally relaxing a bit as he looked up at you, eyes dark.

“Ahhh Darling-“ he grunted, shifting a bit as his cock began to harden fully. You swept your thumb across the tip, spreading the pre-cum that collected there.

“Mmm, take it into your mouth, my love. Choke on me.” You could tell his dominant side was beginning to come out the longer this dragged on, and you needed to cut it out now before he just flipped you over and fucked you into the mattress.

You squeezed his cock in your hand, causing him to grimace, glaring up at you. How dare you not listen to his orders?

“Not so fast, James. I want it my way. You don’t get to tell me what to do. Not tonight. You can have your fun another day”

Carefully you began to stroke him once more, tracing your pointer finger over the prominent vein on the side of his cock. His tip was red and leaking, practically throbbing in your hand. As much as he’d hate to admit it, your touch always felt like heaven. If there was a heaven, he thought, it was found in your touch. You knew exactly how to touch him. .

You heard what sounded like a quiet moan slip from his parted lips, glancing up to see a sheen of sweat covering his forehead and messing up his usually neat combed back hair. He looked sinful in the most angelic way possible.

While you were stroking him with one hand, you let your other fall to his thigh, gently massaging it before daring to go lower. You were curious to see how he’d react to your touch, knowing that you had to stretch him out on your fingers first before you even dared show him the silicone cock. Your hand fell away and grabbed the small vibrator from the edge of the bed, holding it between your fingers before holding it up to show it to James.

His eyes widened a bit and he shifted uncomfortably, shaking his head “now wait just a moment- wait- I don’t even know what that thing is- it is not natural and I will not have you put it near m-“ He was cut off as you turned it on, placing it against his leaky cock head. The vibrations buzzed against his length, causing his body to jerk around a bit.

The feeling was foreign, but good god, he realized how pleasurable it felt. It was a whole new level of euphoria.

“O-oh- oh that’s actually- aghh- quite nice. I like it.” He whispered, hips flexing up, muscles clenched as he sighed, rolling his head around on the bed.

“See? Told you so. It can feel so good James.”

He grumbled under his breath, obviously a bit salty that you actually were right. He hated being proved wrong.

You let the vibrator rest on the tip of his cock for a few moments before sliding it down the rest of his length, watching as he twitched, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as he tried not to show just how much he was enjoying this all.

“See, sometimes new things can be fun.” You chuckled, shaking your head. Your beautiful, ever stubborn James March was laid out on his very own bedsheets, about to be ravaged by you.

You pulled the vibrator away from his cock, much to his disapproval as he let out a quiet groan. You didn’t just want groans and grunts from him this time around though. You wanted full on moans, cries, whines and whimpers. And you planned to get exactly that.

He watched you like a hawk, eyes tracking your every movement, afraid if he looked away for even a moment, or dared to blink, you’d do something he wouldn’t agree with. But of course that’s not how it worked. You’d never pull any surprises on him. Not now. You were going to take your time getting him nice and open. You didn’t want to hurt him…Unless he asked for it, which he very well might.

“Okay James we can do this a few different ways and I’ll give you the choice. You can either lay on your back with your legs propped up, or you can lay on your stomach and I can finger you open that way. Which would you rather?”

And of course he wanted to say he didn’t want either, but he knew that wasn’t a choice. So he sucked up his complaints and swallowed hard before answering “on my back works just fine, darling.”

That was all you needed before you were grabbing the bottle of lube and popping the cap open, pouring some of the clear, sticky oil onto your fingers. You warmed it up first before you glanced back at James, his eyes laser focused on your now oiled up fingers. He knew exactly what you were going to do with those.

“Darling we still have time to go back- I will gladly fuck you, we do not have to-“

You slapped his thigh, causing him to jolt. It was a warning. If he complained again maybe you wouldn’t go so easy on him.

“A real man would shut up and take it, James. Are you a real man?”

He was absolutely seething, completely enraged and the thoughts of just pinning you to the bed and wrapping his hands around your neck until it broke flooded through his mind.

He decided it was best to stay quiet as he sighed heavily, adjusting himself on the bed so his legs were propped at an angle which gave you plenty of room to do what you wanted to.

“Good boy, see? Not so hard is it?” You hummed as you brought the hand that wasn’t covered in lube to his face, cupping his cheek. It was as if against his own will he leaned into it. No matter how mad he was at you, your touch brought him utter bliss.

You could tell he had grown distracted by your actions so you discreetly let your other hand wander to gently grip his ass, kneading the flesh in your palm. He tensed, looking up at the ceiling with a blank expression. There was some part of his mind that was stopping him from showing any satisfaction or even trying to enjoy this experience. You needed to find out why and get rid of it, otherwise this wouldn’t be a good experience for either of you.

“Look at you, such a strong, smart, cunning man. So busy all day long with your tedious planning. The maintenance of this beautiful hotel-“ his eyes flicked to yours, softening a bit. Ah yes, compliments, the way to his undead heart.

“The most magnificent hotel made by the most magnificent man of any day and age,” you continued, easing him. Your hand still massaged the meat of his ass, but he didn’t seem to care as much as before, too focused on your words and compliments.

“You work so very hard, you deserve a break. Just relax, my love. I would never do anything I didn’t think you’d like. If you just let go, maybe you’ll find that you enjoy this.” You spoke, your hand finally, finally reaching his hole as you circled it gently with your pointer finger.

James hissed through his teeth but stayed still, taking your words into account. Perhaps you were right. He ought to give it a shot, right? And if he didn’t like it he wouldn’t have to do it again after tonight, surely? You always respected each other’s boundaries so this couldn’t be any different.

He closed his eyes and tried his very best to relax his body, knowing it would be easier if he was relaxed. He’d been put through pain before, so surely this wouldn’t hurt much.. right?

He inhaled sharply as your finger breached his tight hole, carefully slipping in without much resistance thanks to the lube.

“There we go, being so nice for me, James.” You cooed, your free hand gently caressing the skin on his thigh. He was abnormally pale. He was a ghost, so of course he was, but even in life he was quite a pale man, his thighs even milkier than the skin on his arms and neck.

He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing, the thick, deep cut across his neck moving along with it. He preferred to keep it covered at all times, but you had already told him that you wanted to see all of him, even the worst parts. So for you and only you, he let it be in view.

His hole seemed to suck your finger in, greedy for the foreign feeling. James on the other hand, wasn’t exactly having an awful time, but he had definitely had better experiences.

Still, you were determined to make him squirm and cry out your name, and with a gentle caress of his thigh with your free hand, you pressed another finger into him, feeling the resistance this time around.

He inhaled deeply, but didn’t appear to be in any extreme discomfort. After all, he had killed himself by cutting his throat with a damn blade. What could be much worse than that? And he was dead, so he didn’t feel pain like the living did.

Still though, he tried to arch his hips away from the feeling, nose curled up as he glanced down at you. He remembered your words. You asking him to just sit back and enjoy, and he was at the very least trying.

“Darling I do not find enjoyment in this at all-“ he huffed out, just wanting to fuck you. He would definitely find enjoyment in that.

“I just need you to calm down, James. I’m trying-“ your fingers pushed deeper into him, curling up at an angle.

“I’m trying to find your prostate, so just shut up for five seconds-“ you huffed out. Usually you wouldn’t be so mean, but you knew James could take it. In fact, he yearned for it.

His whole body froze as finally, finally you hit that spot inside of him, the first spark of pleasure burning inside him, clawing to be let out. It was unlike anything he ever felt, a much different feeling than stimulation to his cock. This felt deeper. Heavier.

“Darling-“ was all he choked out, eyes wide as you hit the spot inside him again. Now that you found it, James was in for a hell of a ride.

“There we go, baby. Found it.”

“W-what are you doing to me?” He asked, completely and utterly confused as to what you had done that made this suddenly feel so good.

“I found your prostate, feels good doesn’t it?” You chuckled, seeing as he was beginning to slowly fall apart at the seams. Little by little, you were going to fuck the entitlement out of this man if it killed you.

“It does feel quite… enjoyable.” He said, his words spoken slower than usual as he tried to keep his composure.

You continued to pump your fingers in and out of him before adding a third and final one, watching as his face scrunched up at the fullness of three fingers up his ass.

“And you are positive that… that device will fit inside of me?” He asked, glancing at the strap on.

“Of course James. You fit inside me, don’t you? I picked a small dildo I promise, it’s not much thicker than my three fingers. Just a bit longer.” You assured as you stretched him out as well as you could before pulling your fingers out, a heavy huff leaving James’ lips.

There was a sense of relief he felt when you pulled your fingers out of him, but also a sense of loss. He felt.. empty.

It wasn’t that way for long though. You had reached over to grab the strap, undressing yourself before clipping it around your waist, making sure it was secure. James swallowed hard, a warm heat spreading through him as he watched you.

“My dear-“

“Quiet, James. Let me take care of you.”

You propped his legs up better, coming between them as you leaned on your knees, your hands keeping his thighs spread as you pressed the tip of the dildo to his hole before you got an idea. A way to shut him up for even a little bit.

James glanced at you with a look of confusion as you pulled away, your small hand stroking the fake cock.

“Come, James.” You called, and like a lost puppy, James sat up, coming close to you as his eyes looked at you questioningly.

“What is it?” He asked, eyes unable to look away from the strap between your legs.

With a bit of force, you grabbed him by his raven hair and pushed him down so he was face to face with the silicone.

“You talk too much James. Let’s shut you up for just a moment.” You grinned, running your fingers through his hair for a moment as you tapped the cock against his pretty red lips.

He almost pushed away from you. There was no way he was doing this. Absolutely not. But then, there you were, so beautiful and he was so hard, just ready for release.

His lips parted for the head of the dildo and you slid it into his mouth, letting him adjust to the foreign feeling. He knew how to eat you out, and realistically knew what to do with a cock in his mouth, but it was still odd.

He suckled on the head, closing his eyes as his hole clenched desperately, wanting more stimulation. This was the sweetest torture.

You began to gently thrust in and out of his mouth, not letting it go too deep. You wondered what would happen if you did, if the cut across his throat would interfere or hurt him in any way.

James seemed to understand what you were thinking, and he swallowed around the cock, pushing it deeper into his mouth. Your eyes were wide as it hit the back of his throat. He… he made a noise you hadn’t heard from him ever before. He mewled. The pressure against the cut across his throat brought both pain and pleasure to him.

You on the other hand quickly pulled it from his mouth, figuring it had hurt him. His lips chased the length before he paused, looking up at you.

“Why did you stop?” His voice was a bit hoarse as he spoke, his usually thick accent faded just a bit.

“I- I thought I hurt you-“ his eyes flickered dangerously at your words as he smirked

“Darling, I like being hurt.” Was all he said. You pounced on him, pulling him into a searing kiss before positioning him just how you wanted, manhandling him as you pleased.

He was on all fours, facing the headboard as you positioned yourself behind him, lining the cock up with his hole. You reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube, squirting some onto the strap. For good measure.

You ever so slowly thrust into him, causing a broken groan to fall from his lips as he instantly pushed back into the feeling, causing the cock to slide even deeper inside him.

You figured he might like this, that’s why you asked all these months. What you hadn’t expected was for him to like it as much as he did.

He threw his head back, hair an absolute mess, sweat dripping from his forehead as he panted.

“More-“ be begged, glancing over his shoulder at you. For the first time since you’d been with James, you were finally able to see the side of him you’d longed to see. He looked so free, whatever memories of his past left him as he just enjoyed the pleasure he was being given.

You traced the scars littered across his back as you fucked into him gently, still not wanting to be too rough with him. He’d had a hard life, and even though he’d done atrocious things, part of you had to think it was how he was raised. Nature versus nurture. A mix of both that had left him the way he was. But he was still yours, and you were going to show him just how much you loved him.

You began to pick up your pace, James groaning impatiently as he arched his back, muscles taught, the curve of his back like a sculpture painted by the most talented sculptor.

“Faster darling, I assure you I won’t break.” He whispered, head falling between his shoulders as he gripped onto the bed harder, fully intending and wanting you to fuck him as hard as you could.

And of course you did. You couldn’t deny James this, not now. Not ever. You gripped onto his shoulders and thrust into him, your skin slapping against his own from the force.

He cried out in pleasure, his accent just making his moans that much more intoxicating to listen to.

You quickly got a rhythm going, fucking into him hard and fast, the strap hitting his prostate with each thrust in.

You saw the way his body trembled, the way his cock twitched. He was close. You knew his body like the back of your hand, and even in this new position, you still new.

You angled your thrusts to better hit his prostate, one of your hands reaching around to wrap around his cock.

His mouth fell open, eyes closed as he let out a deep chuckle. He was… laughing?

“Oh darling this is much better than I had expected- I am close love-“ he grunted, biting down on his bottom lip as his breathing picked up and for the first time, you heard James Patrick March beg.

“Please- please please darling I must cum-“ he begged, arching back against you as he cried out.

Maybe in the future you’d tease him. Leave him tied up and refuse him his release as you fucked him relentlessly. Not tonight though. You just wanted him to feel good.

You kept your thrusts even, stroking his cock in time with your hard thrusts. And soon enough, James’ body went nearly rigid before you felt his warm release coat your hand, spilling across it and onto the bed.

His hole squeezed hard around the strap and you whispered words of praise to him as he came down from his high.

He was quiet for several moments as you gently pulled out of him, checking him over to make sure you hadn’t done any damage.

Finally, he pulled you into a tender kiss. A much more meaningful kiss than the ones he usually gave. It was filled with his usual hunger, but also so much love.

“That… was spectacular.” He said simply, shaking his head. You were right. Of course you had been right. If only he’d just listened to you sooner. Foolish man.

You held him against your chest as he spoke, mostly nonsense, plans he had among other things. You let him, running your hands across his scarred body, eternally grateful that he had chosen you. You stayed like that for a while, just listening to the rhythm of his undead heart.

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Ghost Of Jealousy

James Patrick March x Fem Reader

Warnings: possessive james, intercourse (p in v), oral (f receiving), titty stuff (not a lot), and fingering - I think that’s all let me know if I missed anything :)

a/n: I got the idea for this while I was listening to Ghosts by Michael Jackson lmao.

You had been staying at the Hotel Cortez for quite some time, unbeknownst to you, a certain ghostly owner by the name of James Patrick March had fallen hopelessly in love with you, following you everywhere in the hotel and always keeping a close eye on you. He forbid any of the other ghosts in the hotel to touch you as if they even as much as thought to lay a hand on you, they would suffer something far worse than death.

It was just like any other day at the hotel, James watched you as you woke up, doing your morning routine-which he had memorized at this point-everything you did looked magical to him, he was mesmerized by you.

James wanted to reveal himself to you so badly, but he was afraid you'd reject him, so until he could figure out the perfect way to show his undying love for you, he just observed you.

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The day went by pretty quickly and you had decided to end it by sitting at the hotel's bar. You ordered yourself a cocktail and once it was placed in front of you, you began taking small sips from it, enjoying the taste as the liquid hit your tongue. Your little ‘me time’ was soon interrupted by a man sitting down onto the bar stool right next to you, even though there were plenty of open one’s far from you.

You looked towards him as your straw was in your mouth, his eyes never leaving your body as he ordered a drink for himself.

"Uhm, can I help you?" You asked as you looked at the man.

"I just came over here to tell you how beautiful you are. Like seriously I was entering, and you immediately caught my eye." He said as he brought his drink to his lips.

"Oh uh, thank you." You said as you turned towards your drink again, taking your phone out, hopefully giving the strange man a sign that you weren't interested but he kept yapping away.

Meanwhile, James had entered the bar area of his hotel, excited to see you but his face slowly dropped as he spotted you at the bar, talking to a man that wasn’t him. Rage filled his body as the man attempted to touch your cheek, your body visibly uncomfortable by the man’s advances and although you and James weren’t anything, he was determined to make sure that the strange man seated next to you would leave you alone, as you were his and only his even if you didn’t know it yet.

James made his way over to you and before he moved past the man next to you, he made eye contact with you; you gave him a certain look, almost asking him to save you from the awkward and slightly creepy situation that you found yourself in and that was when James swooped in.

“Ahh dearest, here you are, I was beginning to think I had lost you.” He said as he made his way to your side, placing an arm on the small of your back.

“Oh hey honey, sorry I wanted to get a little drink before bed.” You said, playing along.

The strange dude, who you now knew as Michael, quickly moved his eyes between you and James, jealousy evident in his stare as his gaze stayed a bit too long on James.

“And who’s this?” Michael said, his words laced with venom.

“This is my husband.” You said as you took James’ arm into yours.

James smiled at the physical contact, looking back at you with loving eyes.

“Anyhow, dearest we must get to bed now.” James said as he lifted you from your seat, his arm linking with yours as he moved the two of you out of the bar.

Once you were out, you let out a breath of relief, grateful that you were no longer in that uncomfortable situation.

“Oh my God, thank you so much...” You trailed off, looking up at your knight in, 1920′s attire.

��Oh, the names James March.” He said as he picked your hand up and placed a kiss to the back of your palm. Your cheeks grew hot at the action, blush spreading across the apples of your cheeks.

“Well, thank you so much James, God he just wouldn’t stop talking about himself and he was wayyyyy too touchy so thanks for saving my ass. I’m Y-”

“Y/n, yes I know.” He said, finishing your sentence. Your eyebrows raised in confusion, how the hell did he know your name? And almost as if James could read your mind, he answered.

“I own this hotel dear; I make it my business to know each and every single person’s name that enters through those doors, especially one’s as beautiful as you.” He said as a smile tugged on his lips.

James’ little compliment went straight to your core, his eyes trailing over your body as he noticed your thighs clenching.

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Your back was roughly pressed against the back of your hotel rooms door, James’ lips never leaving your neck. You threw your head back as his lips found that special spot, harshly sucking on the delicate skin.

“James please.” You begged as his lips travelled down to your collarbone, leaving bruises along his way.

“Shh shh, I finally have you and I am going to take as long as I please with you.” He said as he tapped the back of your thighs, signaling for you to jump. You wrapped your legs around him, your back soon colliding with the bed as James placed you down onto it, immediately tearing off the clothes that were on your body.

You were now fully bare in front of him, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, marveling at your beautiful body and thinking about everything he wanted to do to it.

Your hands soon reached to cover your core, insecurity bubbling inside of you as James continued to stare. As soon as he saw this, he immediately reached for your hands and pinned them above your head.

“Don’t do that, you are by far the most perfectly sculpted woman I have ever set my eyes on, and I intend on showing you that.” and before you could respond, his lips were latching onto your clit, eliciting a loud moan from you as the tension in your core was finally being attended to.

His tongue moved skillfully through your folds, prodding at your hole as his nose stimulated your clit. While doing so, James’ hands grabbed at your breasts, rolling your hardened buds between his fingers as he lapped up at your leaking cunt.

“Oh my God, James this feels so good.” You said as stars began forming in your eyes, the pleasure becoming too much and overtaking your body.

“James I’m gonna cum.” You said as your hands reached for his perfectly styled hair, messing it up as you brought his face closer to your core. He moved his tongue back up to your clit as he slipped a finger inside of you. Tears began forming in your eyes and with one last lick at your clit, you were finally pushed over the edge, your body shaking as you came.

“You taste absolutely delectable dear.” James said as he moved on top of you, his chin glistening with your release.

You soon pulled him onto your lips, his tongue immediately invading your mouth, tasting yourself on it. The two of you roughly made out as James got rid of his clothes, your hands feeling up his arms and eventually making their way into his hair.

You slowly began to feel James grinding his hardened length against your bare cunt, his mouth now moving down your neck and towards your chest, his lips making their way between your boobs, his lips slowly but surely moving towards your left nipple.

He took the sensitive peak between his lips, sucking on your nipple as though there were no tomorrow. He moved his lips to your right nipple, making sure to give it the same love as the other, all whilst still humping your leaking pussy.

“James please, I need you inside of me, right now.” You said as he looked up at you, your tit still in his mouth, the sight almost sending you into your second orgasm of the night.

Before anything else was said, James slipped inside your desperate hole, the feeling of him burying himself inside of you almost sending you over the edge.

“Fuck.” You said as James’ hips collided with yours, his cock drilling inside of you at an ungodly pace.

“You feel as amazing as I imagined dear.” James said as he buried his face in your neck, sucking on your sweet spot once again, the feeling was euphoric.

Just as you were beginning to feel that coil inside you snap, James pulled out and flipped you around, immediately shoving his dick inside you once again. He reached forward and wrapped his hand around your neck, bringing your back against his chest, the new angle causing both you and James to moan in unison.

His pace picked up again as you head rested against his shoulder, your vision going blurry as you clenched around him, the feeling sending James to release a deep groan right into your ear.

“James, I can’t hold it any longer, I need to cum, please.” You said as his pace increased, his free hand moving towards your front and toying with your clit, the added pleasure causing your body to tremble against his.

“Please, James, pl-please.” You begged, James continued his assault on your clit, enjoying the sight before him, you all hot and bothered, waiting for his permission to let go, you were so good for him already.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re mine you understand that. No other man can touch you or even lay their filthy eyes on you. I’m the only one that can make you feel this way, right?” He said as he pressed his lips to your neck, his teeth grazing the bruises he left there earlier.

“Yes, yes James only you.” You said out of breath, the feeling of James’ mouth on your neck, his hand on your clit and his cock driving into you, all being too much for you.

“I need to hear you say it baby.” James said as his fingers kept rubbing harsh circles on your clit.

“I’m yours James, all yours, no one can make me feel this way, I-I belong to you.” You said as tears streamed down your face.

“Cum for me Y/n.” Was all James needed to say. You felt yourself finally being able to let go, the coil in your stomach snapping, your body going limp as James too reached his orgasm.

You fell forward onto the bed, James still slowly rutting into you from behind, helping the both of you ride out your highs.

Once he was done, James wrapped his arms around your middle, bringing your sweaty body against his. You smiled as you felt him place a kiss to your temple.

“You are without a doubt the most beautiful woman to walk this Earth and I would love to have dinner with you tomorrow, if you’ll have me.” James said, his words barely above a whisper.

Your heart melted at his words; he still thought you were beautiful even in the disheveled state you were currently in.

You turned your body around, so your chests were pressed against one another.

“I’d love to have dinner with you James.” You said as you leaned up to press a kiss to his lips.

Once you pulled away and tucked your head into his neck, James couldn’t stop smiling, he finally had his dream girl.

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evanpfics · 9 months

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Hi, love ur work so much!! I was wondering if u could make a smutty fic where fem!reader rides James 's (Patrick March) face??

Your Award - James P. March (smut)

Summary: You’ve always been very loyal to James. You loved him even if you didn’t admit it to him, but he always had a way of knowing. He finally awards you for your undying devotion to him.

W A R N I N G S : slowish burn, PinV, oral ( F and James receiving), friction kink, praising, cussing, overstimulation, let me know if I missed any. Thank you for the recommendation! Love your guy’s ideas.

You finally slip on your favorite shoes before staring at yourself in the mirror admiring your beautiful dress and black thigh highs that were only partly see-through.

You adored this fit for so long and thought this was a good occasion to finally wear it. A small smile from excitement formed before walking out your hotel room and making your way to his.

He all of a sudden invited you to an evening dinner while you were cleaning up one of his messes. It did take you by surprise, but he never stated why he even wanted you out of all people to join him.

You weren’t to sure on how this would go. Normally on the nights he meets the countess you cook, but this was different. So you weren’t to sure on what he had planned but didn’t get to into it.

You knocked on his door before it opened wide not far after.

“Ah! Come in. Come in.” He waved his hand festering you to step into his room.

You entered looking around briefly before seeing the table set and food ontop of it.

“You got someone to cook for you?”

He stepped beside you before making his way to the table.

“I managed to cook us up a proper meal for this evenings occasion, actually.” A proud look formed on his face.

You smiled before following him to the table. He pulled out your chair letting you sit before sitting across from you himself.

The plates were already made.

“I wasn’t to sure on how much you preferred to eat. My apologies.”

You chuckled a bit.

“It’s fine, not like we really have a need to eat, huh?”

He nodded at you before taking a bite of his food.

“Still, dig in Y/LN!”

You took a bite before leaning back a bit taking in the delicious taste. You never really needed to eat, but when you did you always enjoyed the taste and textures of the foods you ate when you did.

“It tastes amazing, sir.”

“Call me James during this meal, I insist. This is a moment between just me and you.”

Your face appeared slightly shocked.

You nodded.

“Yes s-James! .. but um..” you cleared your throat.

“Is there a reason you by chance wanted to see me this evening?”

He placed his fork and knife down before leaning back and cleaning his mouth with the side napkin.

He stared up at you with a more serious look. His eyes darkened a bit.

The air around you grew thicken and you became a bit anxious.

“You would do anything for me, wouldn’t you Y/N?” He bluntly asked.

You nodded slowly. You can feel yourself swallow deeply and try your best to get comfortable in your seat.

“That’s what I enjoy about you. You were always so loyal to me Y/N, even after finding out the whole purpose of this hotel.”

He stood up and made his way to your side of the table.

“I admire your devotion Y/N and I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to be my pupil.”

He placed his hand on your cheek caressing it with his thumb.

Your cheeks grew slightly red from the warmth of his palm. Becoming more flustered.

“Thank you James, It’s a big honor, really.”

He removed his hand before settling both hands behind his back staring down at you. He was quite intimidating, but you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. You felt safe with him.

“I’d like to award you, Y/N” he said as his state grew darker.

“Award me? No. No. I don’t need any sort of award sir, really. I just like to work for y-“

“James. Call me James, remember y/n.” He interrupted.

You apologized quickly. He stared at you for awhile before speaking again.

“You know how keen I am with certain things.. and you know how I’m not really one to just hand stuff out to others.”

He lit up a cigarette before taking a puff.

“Don’t take this for granted and just decline my offer before even hearing it, Y/N.”

He room went quiet and you can feel yourself become a tad bit guilty. You nodded before staring at the ground.

“I will allow you to handle me however you please, Y/N. And I will not interfere whatsoever.”

You jolted your head up at him. His face emotionless kind of scaring you.

“Handle you?” You questioned with a slight stutter.

“Yes, handle me. Touch me. Lay with me. Have intercourse with me. Any of your greatest desires being acted out during our time together.”

You quickly stood up from shock and just stared at him. The water from your cup spilling across the table. You quickly grabbed napkins to clean it up fumbling your movements a bit.

“I dont understand James, I don’t deserve this, really. There’s no way I can accept something like that. I respect you and your boundaries too much.” You said messing up your sentences time to time.

He stared at you as you cleaned off the soaking table.

“I know you admire me Y/N, In a way you would never admit.” His hand planted on your shoulder giving it a very like squeezing pulling your focus away from the dripping table.

“I would like to award you for your dedication and admiration for me Y/N. I won’t put up a fight and you can do whatever it is your heart desires. Afterwards we can move on like nothing happened if you’d like.”

“If you accept my offer, that is.” He added.

Your mouth opened about to speak but nothing came out. You were in utter disbelief. The man you admired and loved so dearly is offering you himself. Allowing you to see him venerable.

“What about the countess, James?”

He sighed deeply before removing his hand and paced around the room.

“You know my love for her is unbreakable, nothing can change that, but you also know me and her have been having our.. issues.”

He clicked his tongue.

“I could easily allow anyone else to have this opportunity, but you deserve it most of all. The countess and I of course will never fully see eye-to-eye, as stubborn as she is she will still hold a place in my heart.”

“But as will you, Y/N”

You can see him turn his body to face you as he said that before settling down on his couch pouring himself a shot.

“So..”

He downs the shot.

“Do you accept this proposal?”

His eyes stare deeply into yours making you grow more shy and anxious.

“I do.” You hesitate.

He sighs before leaning back spreading his arms across the top of the couch getting comfortable before putting out his cigarette.

“Very well, you may begin whenever.”

“Whenever?” You stuttered a bit since you didn’t expect it to happen suddenly.

He stared at you with a blank expression not saying a word.

You gulped before making your way over to him.

You sat on your knees in front of him. Him now sitting above you.

You hands trailed up and down his thigh rubbing it slightly. You didn’t want to move to fast with your movements and preferred to be able to fully enjoy this opportunity.

You can see him watching your every move which made you uneasy, but you didn’t try to overthink it to much.

“Do you mind.. taking off your shirt, James?”

He quickly began to unbuckle his shirt with little to no hesitation. You knew he was a man of his word, he would allow you to do anything you wished this evening.

His nude upper half was now infront of you. You always admired his physique, it made you feel heated.

You stood up before sitting across his lap, facing him. You still rubbed your hand along his thigh with one hand as the other trailed around his chest.

You would stare up at him time to time seeing him stare right back at you.

You moved both of your hands and cupped both sides of his face rubbing your thumb against his cheeks.

He was beautiful to you.

You hesitantly kissed him. Your movements caused your hips to slightly grind against his clothed dick unknowingly.

He didn’t kiss back at first, but you heard him grunt lightly and soon started to kiss back. You didn’t question his grunt and continued.

The kiss was better than you could’ve ever fantasized. Your tongue pushed up against his lips as you kissed wanting access, and he gave it.

Your tongue roamed around his mouth savoring each moment.

After awhile of both of you moaning lightly into each others mouth as the kiss deepened he quickly broke it and pushed down your hips causing you to stop any of your movements.

He stared down at his now formed tent biting his lip slightly. His movements startled you a bit.

You curiously looked at what he was looking at, you can see his clothed cock hardened from you grinding along it.

His knuckles whitened from the pressure he was holding you down with, surely to leave a bruise. You winced slightly before he finally let go.

“My apologies, I promised not to interfere-“ he exclaimed.

“Don’t worry about it, James.”

You removed yourself off his lap and went back onto your knees.

You unbuckled his belt before pulling his pants down to his thighs.

You can see the outline of his cock through his boxers.

You pulled down the boxers aswell.

His cock sprang up, white liquid stringing to it. He groaned a bit from the boxers rubbing up against his tip as you removed them.

The sight of him venerable turned you on a bit more than you thought it would.

You wrapped your hand around the shaft of his cock making him bite his lip and twitched his eyebrows.

His cum from his previous finish made jacking off his cock more swifter.

You began to slowly move your hand up and down his shaft. His light groans made you more excited.

With your other hand you went back to rubbing his thigh.

You began to move your hand a bit faster along his cock before planting your thumb along the hole of his tip rubbing it back and fourth slowly.

He shuffled himself up straighter and bit his lip holding back his moans. His cock twitched slightly.

You stopped.

He gasped opening his mouth and groaned a bit from the sudden stop of pleasure.

You smiled at him with a teasing grin.

You can see him looking into your eyes before suddenly standing up.

This startled you a bit.

“I know I said I would let you do anything and that I wouldn’t stop you, but you make it so fucking difficult.”

You were surprised, he hardly ever swore. His voice almost having a deep growl. It made you more oddly aroused.

“Open your mouth.” He commanded before fully taking off his boxers and pants so they wouldn’t get in the way.

You obediently opened wide sticking out your tongue.

He lightly groaned once he guided his tip onto your tongue, leaking small amounts of cum onto it from his previous finish.

He slowly thrusted deeper into your mouth causing his tip to reach the back of your throat making you gag a bit.

He didn’t care though. He was use to focusing on himself during these situations which annoyed you in the moment, but either way this was more than you would’ve ever dreamed of let alone receive.

Light groans and moans escaped his mouth as his dick thrusted in and out of your mouth. His hips moved in swift motions.

One hand holding the back of your head as the other was placed behind his neck lightly rubbing it.

You closed your eyes trying to prevent yourself from gagging to much letting tears run down your cheeks.

His motions became sloppier as his legs light shook when his hips finally buckled. He let out a animalistic moan before his cum leaked into the back of your throat, he thrusted a few more times finishing his high before pulling out.

You struggled to swallow his cum as some leaked onto your chin and down the crevasse between your breasts.

He continued to stand above you, hovering over you, before opening his mouth.

“My apologies once again for going against my word.”

He sighed.

“Sit on the couch dear, let me make it up to you.”

You wiped off the cum on your chin before slowly standing up. You sat on the couch. You didn’t mind him taking control of the situation, this experience alone was more than you could’ve ever asked for.

He crawled onto the couch before pushing your torso down making you lay across the couch.

He spread your legs using his knees while removing your dress off of you. Leaving you now only in panties and a bra.

He looked down on you examining your body. His mouth was left open allowing you to see his tongue push up against the back of his teeth.

He unbuckled your bra taking it off and quickly started to massage one of your breasts. A light groan blocked by your lips vibrates through your body.

He took one of your hardened nipples into his mouth sucking on it lightly.

“James.” You moaned.

He lightly nipped and sucked your breast before doing the same to the other one.

He finally stopped before hovering over you.

He stared into your eyes for a moment before removing your panties.

He guided his tip down to your clit causing light friction against it. You moaned slightly.

He moved it down lower before reaching the entrance of your soaking cunt. He finally pushed himself in slowly.

He grunted as he felt yourself tighten around his length as he went in deeper.

Your hands tightened around his shoulders causing your nails to cut into him slightly.

Being the masochist he is that only made him become more animalistic. His thrust grew deeper and quicker.

Mixture of moans and groans filled the room as you felt continuous tears trail down your face.

“Y… your so handsome James. Never admired anyone else more than I have with you.” You struggled to say as lewd sounds filled the room.

He was a bit stunned from your sudden praise. That didn’t stop him from from focusing on thrusting into you.

“You.. feel outstanding.” He huffed.

Your legs wrapped around his waist pushing you closer to him. His cock felt amazing inside of you. You still couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

Your legs shook subtly as his thrusts reached your core. You back arched as you leaned your head back feeling his thrust became sloppy and more rough.

His grunts became more rough one big moan was unleashed as a released inside of you. After you both rode out your high he pulled out. Seeing his cum mixed with your orgasm deep out of your cunt.

You both took this break to catch your guy’s breath without any sort of rhythm behind them.

He slowly started to remove himself off the couch before you stopped him.

“Wait! James.” You exclaimed.

He looked up at you with a confused look on his face.

“I wanted.. to try something.. before we stop.” You mumbled being a little shy to ask.

He nodded.

“Be my guest, was apart of my proposal after all.”

He stopped where he was at allowing you to command him whatever you want.

“Um.. lay all the way back on the couch, if you don’t mind.” Still wanting to make sure he was completely okay with whatever you wanted, even if he didn’t care.

He obeyed and laid back, awaiting for your next move.

You slowly shuffled over him. Making his curiosity grow stronger.

You grew nervous and red.

Your leaking cunt now hovering over his mouth. He got the idea of what you wanted to do and grabbed the sides of your thighs before lightly licking across your clit.

You whimpered lightly before lowering yourself down. His tongue licked across your folds hitting certain weak spots before licking circles around your clit.

Your moans grew louder feeling yourself become hazy. The pleasure was taking over and made you feel so fucking good.

His tongue traveled down to your cunt before finding its way inside. You groaned. Your leaned back placing your hands on his thighs for support.

His tongue exploded the inside of your cunt tasting his own cum mixed with your fluids.

You slammed your eyes shut feeling the pleasure of his tongue thrust into you and sometimes bend against your sensitive spots.

You bit your lip slamming your eyes shut still furrowing your eyebrows from immense pleasure.

You started to unconsciously grind against his face. He lightly groaned making a vibration spread all over your pussy.

His nose would grind against your sensitive clit making the pleasure more intense.

Your legs shook as your orgasm came closer.

Feeling his tongue thrust inside you while his nose grinded against your sensitive clit drove you crazy.

You squeezed his thighs making his groans pleasure you more and more.

Your head flew back as your orgasm finally came. His tongue drowned in your fluids tasting every bit of you. You rode out your high on his face before shakingly my removing yourself.

You set your hips across his resting your head on his shoulder from exhaustion.

He stared at his clock seeing it is still 10 minutes before noon is over.

“I suppose this is how you chose to spend the rest of the afternoon?” He asked still trying his best to catch his breath.

You nodded.

“Thank you.. for an opportunity like this James.”

He hummed a mhm sounding one.

His hand gave light scratches along the top as you rubbed circles with your hand along his bare chest.

The rhythmic circles and scratching making your mind and body relax.. making you fall asleep on him.

Sorry that this story is kind of slow paced and had lots of extra stuff added, you guys recommend such good stuff and my mind fills up with ideas!! Let me know if you guys have an issue with me adding extra stuff and if you do I’ll try better at just focusing on the request haha.

Thanks for reading!

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radical-ghostface · 1 year

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Ya'll don't understand. I would do ANYTHING for this man

#evan peters #ahs hotel #ahs season 5 #james patrick march #james march #the cortez hotel #i dont care that hes a serial killer sorry #james patrick march smut #james march smut #james march x reader #james patrick march x reader #ahs x reader

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demxnicprxncess · 1 year

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hi can I request a " how the Evans masturbate" especially Kai Anderson please? thank you ☺️

Ou okay imma try this! hope you like it babyyy

How the Evans Masturbate:

Evan Peters:

I feel like he doesn’t typically touch himself, but when he does, it’s just pretty mellow. Like he kinda sits down and realizes his boner isn’t going away so he handles it quickly.

Tate Langdon:

Dont get me started, he whines, whimpers, moans, and is really horny. He tends to moan out the word mommy or momma quit a few times. Its quite cute if you take away the fact that hes jerking off idk.

Kit Walker:

He doesnt have to touch himself, but the few times he does, hes in bed under the blanket and moving as he would in his wife and thats all he thinks about. I feel like he moans as low and as little as possible. There’s no way you can convince me otherwise.

James March:

He doesnt. He just fucking doesn’t. I dont care what anyone says to me, this man has women dying to fuck him, literally. (Ms. Evers Im looking at you.) But yeah, he doesnt do it. He sees it as stupid when he can just seduce any woman in the hotel.

Kai Anderson:

Not that much tbh, I feel like he does it for humiliation, to prove a point, to spill his cum on someone, or if he’s 100% sure no one would walk in and catch him being needy. He doesn’t need to though because men and women in his shithole cult are willing to give it all to him. (Meadow.)

Alex (Adult world):

He doesn’t. After working in a porn shop he kinda mastered not doing anything and letting it go away naturally idk. But if he did it would be mutual with his gf tbh.

Peter Maximoff:

yes. thats all imma say. with his partner, in the shower, in his room, in the bathroom, in their room, without his partner. it doesnt matter, hes gonna do it tbh hes loud too.

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marchsfreakshow · 6 months

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Nicknames and Praise {James Patrick March x Reader}

You're a sub. A big one. So James helps you find a way to ride him confidently.

Pure Smut underneath the cut !!

No one's perspective

18+!! MINORS DNI Warnings: pure Smut, bare-bones plot, pnv, riding, praise, use of the nicknames daddy and master, Just a lotta praise. Crud smut writing ಠ⁠◡⁠ಠ

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Whines and small groans took over the room. Sloppy kisses pressed to your lips and his lips. People walked past the room, distracted by the noises coming from room 64. They were distracted by the wonder of how much he was pleasuring you, or how much you were pleasuring him. They simply carried on walking, however, not wanting to peek in and distract you and James.

Both of you were almost high from each other's scents, unable to keep yourself from kissing his neck and wanting to leave marks. "Sir...please. please let me lay down.."

"no no Mon Cher...you're staying on top of me today. I'm teaching you how to be a good girl for daddy."

You gulped as you sat up, and nodded. "Yes, daddy." A blush made your face more red, and James stared up at you. Almost intimidating you. Fine. The clothes were coming off. First your thin, woolly jacket. It barely hid your sheer, white shirt. The shirt proudly showed off the bra you wore especially for James. Dark red. Almost a maroon. James secretly hoped it was a matching set because it looked so good on you.

He cursed under his breath. A rare thing, for James. Cursing. You leaned down and smiled warmly at James. "You're such a good girl, aren't you? Wearing your best lingerie for me. You planned this didn't you?"

"Maybe." As you were leaning down, he slowly unbuttoned your shirt, revealing the seductive underwear you put on earlier.

Your skirt went next. He wasted no time moving you around so you were laying under him. Both of you were staring at each other, the tension wanted to be cut. Cut by James turning you around and undoing your skirt, ripping it off along with ripping a hole in your tights. A perfect hole that lined up with your pretty, plump ass.

James stared at your ass. He stared for so long, that you propped yourself up on your elbows and attempted to turn around again. "Sir...?"

"I'm going to make you scream."

You let out a little squeak as you let yourself move your face back into the pillow. "Oh, puppy no. Not today." James grabbed your hair and moved your head up, only slightly, so your neck didn't feel like it was going to rip open. He would most likely prefer that, however.

"Sir...Daddy please.."

"Please what?"

"Please do me already." You whined, staring at the general direction of the headboard. He let out a 'hm' and a little laugh, letting go of you already. Your head immediately plopped back onto the pillow. James had sat himself down next to you and was staring at you. The lust in his eyes was like a fire, wanting to be ignited by your moans, and making you feel like a fuck toy for him.

His trousers had been taken off, and his shirt, messily unbuttoned. It made you want him more. You hastily straddled him again, and he chuckled. "Look at you my whore, so desperate for me yes?" You nodded again, hiding your blushing face from the man below you. "Go on, put it in."

The eye contact was unbearable. You slowly move your own underwear to the side. It matched your dark, maroon bra. Uncomfortable but lacy, and it turned James on more. You took his cock out of his own underwear, staring longly at it. But you looked back up, and he was staring darkly at you. The light in his eyes was no more. All he wanted was to see you whimper and feel embarrassed as you rode his cock, without any guidance. He wanted you to do it solo. Ride him, pleasure him, and make you feel more dominant because of how much of a submissive woman you were for him.

"oh, my pup can't even put it in herself can she?"

"I...I can do it daddy." You quietly moaned, adjusting yourself until you were lowered onto James cock. He made you sit upright on it, so it reached the G-spot immediately. It made you whine slightly and grip onto his sides. Your whines turned him on more, both of you staring intensely at each other. The tension rose again quickly. It ended when you leaned down and hid your face in your master's neck. Yet, you attempted to continue moving. You rocked your hips back and forth rather than up and down.

James groaned heavily but pushed you and kept you upright. "You're such a good girl for your master. Riding me just right.." You nodded in response, hiding your face in your hands. "Look at me, angel."

He held your hands away from your face and gestured down towards you sitting on top of him. Gulping slightly, you started to move again, attempting to go faster. The small whimpers and moans left your mouth as you moved, with James holding your hips and helping you move.

It was easy to find your pace, but he wanted you to look at him. If only looking at him didn't make you weak, and soft. If only looking in his general direction didn't turn you into his putty to play with. His eyes truly intimidated you, you became a whimpering, slutty mess under his hands. Even if he just praised you for looking at him while he fucked you raw.

"oh pup. Mm, puppy."

He was close. You could tell.

He had his eyes screwed shut, his hands still gripping onto your moving hips.

Quickly, you took the opportunity to grind down, and rock back and forth on his cock as fast as you could. "f..fuck. daddy.." You whispered in between your own moans. James continued to moan your name out, resisting the urge to cum without looking at you.

As your head was thrown back, he opened his eyes to look at your pretty face. "my pretty girl.." his voice was breathy. You looked back down and immediately hid your face. "Daddy didn't teach you to hide your face...when he's gonna come." James barely managed to get out between breaths.

Despite feeling incredibly embarrassed for no reason, you carried on grinding and riding James. He whispered and moaned out praises for you as you cried out his own names you had for him. Your dynamic was heard by everyone on the current floor of the hotel. Yet you didn't care at that moment, you were being James' good girl, and taking him until both of you were in a mess.

When James gripped your waist one last time, you could feel him coming, so you let yourself flop down. You hid yourself in his neck again. "You're such a good girl for me.."

"mhm.." You managed to squeak out as you moved around and lay beside James. Soon though, you took your cloth and cleaned yourself and James up. "I love you, darling."

"I love you my hummingbird. I'm so proud of you. Next time I'll do everything hm?"

"Thank you daddy." Before kissing him softly, you laid the blanket over yourself and the man lying next to you.

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her-favorite · 1 year

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this is a re-upload bc for some reason it kept glitching at the end??

OBSESSED

James Patrick March x F!Reader

Summary: James has aways been obsessed with you.. but what happens when you find out?

Warnings: smut!

a/n: scamp is old slang for a worthless fellow; a rascal - i like writing smut too much, not proofread!!!

wc: 2666

You sat at the bar of the Hotel Cortez, tapping your nails against the polished wood counter. Liz supplied you with refills every time you drank all of the alcohol. You let out a long breath, resting your hands on your face, elbows holding you up. You blinked back the tears that formed behind your eyelids.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" You head shot up, Liz's question taking you off guard. You exhale again, putting your arms down to lay on the counter. You never made eye contact with her, too shame-filled to make any sort of connection.

"I just.. am I not lovable?" Your answer made Liz shoot up from her slouched position. Her mouthed opened quickly, trying to get something out before you kept talking. But you didn't let her. "I don't remember the last time I got asked out on a date. I mean, I always thought that maybe I isolated myself from others, but something just feels different. Am I that bad?" The tears from earlier reformed, quickly falling down your cheeks. You harshly wiped at them.

"Y/N, you have got to be kidding. You are truly one of the most beautiful women to come up to this bar. What I would do to look like you." She gave you a pointed look, before leaning down and picking up ingredients and picking up your glass again. She started mixing. "And, honestly," She paused for a moment, debating her options. "I may be wrong, but, I'm pretty sure March has been telling the ghosts and the people that walk into this hotel that you're off limits." She whispered, looking from left to right to make sure no one was there or listening.

Sally sat in the far back, her cigarette hanging between her two fingers. Before you could say anything or even have a reaction, you heard her laugh. "Yep! Heard James yapping at some poor kid the other day. 'You stay away from her, you scamp! You have zero cognition, nor are you worthy for a goddess like her!'" She recited, barking out another laugh, before taking a long drag from her stick.

You sat there, frozen. You James March to a certain extent. You were still human, unlike most at the Cortez, but you've stayed so long that you felt one with them. You had several confrontations with the dead owner, but he had never showed any sort of interest in you. At least not in that way.

"Wait.." You sat as still as you could, trying to process all of the information that just unfolded.

"You didn't know that March had taken an interest in you?" Liz asks, cleaning the counter and putting things away. You shook your head slightly, still lost in your thoughts.

You weren't exactly opposed to it. Whether the elegant man was talking to you or one of the ghosts, you never could break the eye contact between you and the way you admired him. You always found it odd when your chest tightened every time you heard or saw James with the Countess, but it now made you realize that it was jealousy that you got struck with.

James was quite literally the most beautiful man you have ever saw. His gelled hair, the sharp jawline, his beautiful nose. And those lips, god. You'd be lying if you said that you never thought about what they felt like.

But how come all of this is just making sense now?

"He's not very secretive about it, honey." Liz continues, resting her arms on the counter as she waits for your reaction. The two women stand there, waiting. Sally gets up from her seat and walks over to you. She sits down next to you at the bar, never letting go of her cigarette.

"Well, I'll tell you this," She takes another drag, inhaling the smoke, waiting for it to fill her lungs. "That man is absolutely obsessed with you. I mean, I think it's kinda creepy, but," She shrugs. "I guess I can't really say anything." She grips a bottle of alcohol, her rings stinging the glass, the loud sound reverberating through the tall, open room.

Your heart races as she talks. Once Liz and Sally start their own conversation, everything sounds muffled. Fog interrupts your mind, making your thoughts scatter. Before you knew any better, you got up from your seat, running towards the elevator.

"Sweetie, where are you going?" You hear Liz yell, once she realizes you're gone.

"I'm going to find answers."

You walk down the eery hallway, silence filling the air. Your fast footsteps echoed off the walls, showing your determination. Once you reach the door, you quickly walk in, not caring if he was in there or not.

As soon as you step foot inside, his back immediately turned to you. His white shirt was clean and ironed, his hair was perfectly slicked back, those pants showing off his long legs, and his cane in his right hand.

"Dear! What are you doing here at this time?" He takes a quick look at the grandfather clock on the other side of the room. It read: 11:38 pm.

"What is wrong with you?" You ask, not yelling, but your tone showed your irritation. He looked taken back, but slowly steps forward.

"Pardon?" His voice is laced with genuine confusion, his thin eyebrows furrowed. He's still a couple feet away from you, leaning on his cane.

"Why do you keep telling people that 'I'm off limits?'" You quote, your jaw clenched and your eyes piercing his.

"Oh, dear," He blows out air, his shoulders dropping. He looks off in the distance, trying to collect his words. "Y/N, dearest, you deserve better than those fools that walk into my Hotel." His sharp accent accentuating his point. "You are a goddess, made to have someone worship you from their knees." He sets his cane to rest on a table, walking over towards you in big strides. "Any man or woman that sets their eyes on you deserve to be killed because they don't deserve your attention. Anyone that lays a finger on you will not make it out alive because of me." He explains, looking deep into your eyes.

"But.. why? I don't understand, you barely know me- we barely talk! You can't just.." Your labored breathing takes over, the thought of James killing someone because of you making you feel sick.

"Oh, no, my love.. I do know you." A smile forms on his lips, inches away from you. "You know that I'm always with you. You know that I admire you from afar, watching the way that you laugh with Cleopatra at the bar, or.. when you have drinks with the other ghosts. But as soon as I see you with another human in my building.." He tsks, walking around you. "You know that I can't let them live." He whispers in your ear, resting his hands on your shoulders. His raspy voice sends shivers down your spine, your thighs clenching together. A deep laugh sounds in your ear, heat rushing to your face when you realize that he saw you squirm in his hold.

"You like that don't you, darling? That I would kill for you, that I would do anything for you." You felt his body press against your back, getting as close to you as possible. He never heard any protest, taking it as a green light to keep going.

"You are absolutely tantalizing, my love." He teases, his fingers slowly making their way up and down your arms. He felt the goosebumps raise on your skin, a sly smile overcoming his face. "Are you nervous?" He whispers, his hands drift down to your hips, grabbing it harshly, making you gasp.

"No." You lie, your voice cracking. James lets out another small chuckle, wrapping his right hand around your stomach, pushing you backwards, into his chest.

"Don't lie to me, my dear." He leans down to press his face into your neck, his nose tickling your skin. "I can all but hear your heart race, darling." His voice was slightly muffled by your neck, his moving lips tickling you. He presses little kisses against your soft skin, leading down to your collarbone.

Your body instantly envelops with cold air once you feel his presence leave you. Before you could turn around, James stood in front of you with his hand stretched out for you to grab. You obliged, making him smile. He brought you over to his neatly made bed, the back of your legs pressed against the end of the bed. He took both of your hands in each of his, bringing them up to his lips and kissing them.

"Do you consent to this, dearest?" His voice was calmer than it was before. Your heart melted at his words. nodding. Maybe waiting for him was the right decision.

He smiled wide, right hand reaching out to cup your cheek. He leaned down and set his lips on yours, taking your bottom lip between his. You moaned into the kiss when you felt him bite down on the plush skin. He smirked, your reaction already causing an effect on him.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, bringing him closer to you. You press your body against him, both of you groaning at the friction. His hands lay on your waist, tightening when he starts to lean forward and set you down on the bed. He hovers over you, admiring your features.

He traces your face, fingers barely pressing down, just hovering over your skin. "You are absolutely ravishing, my goddess." You almost whimper at the name, your eyes fluttering shut. James leans down again, pressing soft kisses against your skin. He slowly works on your shirt, telling you when to lift your arms so he could lift it off of you.

"The first time I make love to you, will be on this bed, not some unworthy floor." He whispers into your skin, moving away just to throw your shirt somewhere. He looks back down at you, watching over you like a hawk. His hands traced over your body, moving up to traced his thumbs over your clothed nipples. Your back arched, wanting more. He hummed, reaching behind your back (with your help of moving slightly, to give him a better angle) and unclipping your bra.

"You are so gorgeous, my love. Absolutely stunning." He praised, calloused hands reaching out and cupping your breasts. He leans down again, kissing and sucking on your nipple and skin. As he mouthed down your stomach, his hands moving down to undo your pants and pull them down.

"James," You whine, catching his attention. "You're wearing too much." You say as he throws away your pants. He chuckles deep from his throat.

"Of course, my dear." He clicks at his suspenders and unbuttons his white shirt. You reach out for him, raking your fingers over his body. Now it was your turn to undo his pants. He laughed at your eagerness, helping you by kicking his dress pants some place on the floor. "Lay back, my darling. Let me take care of you." He whispers, pressing kisses against your abdomen. His fingers play with the waistband of your panties, silently asking you if he could take them off. You nod against the soft, white pillow.

He slowly slides the fabric down your legs, spreading your legs. He immediately leans forward, licking a line up your slit. He groans, "You taste divine, my darling." He quickly dived back in, making your back arch.

"God.. James!" You moan, your hand gripping his hair tightly. He groans against you, vibrating your skin.

"Yes, dear, I am your God." His voice seemed deeper than usual, deepening your arousal. He sucked at your clit, his hands under your thighs, digging his nails into the plush skin. His tongue prods at your entrance, immediately pushing inside and moving around. You moaned his name over and over, James' boxers getting tighter and tighter by the second.

He pulled you in by the thighs, bringing you impossibly closer to him and his mouth. He was addicted to the taste of you. It was so much better than the alcohol and cigarettes he drinks and smokes; this was genuine lust. James didn't believe in any sort of religion, but you tasted like straight heaven. You were an absolute goddess and James was blessed to be able to walk on the same ground as you.

"Come on, dearest. You can do it, cum for me." One of his fingers comes down and spreads your folds. He pushes a finger inside you, his swollen pink lips latching onto your clit again. He pumps the finger in and out, adding a second one when he feels you clench tightly around it. His groans were muffled by you, making your body rake with pleasure. Your hips jerked up one last time, before coming undone on his fingers. As you moaned, James praised you through it, pulling his fingers out once he feels you calm down.

"You are such a doll, my beloved." He kisses back up your body, until he hovers his face over yours. You both smile, leaning up to press your lips against his. Your hands cup his face, bringing his lips closer to yours. One of your hands slides down his body, gripping the waistband, signaling you needed his help to take them off. One arm rests beside your head, holding him up and the other guides the undergarment down his legs and off on the ground. His forearms came back up to rest beside your head, occasionally slipping down to touch you.

"Are you ready, my darling?" He asked, his tip sliding between your folds. Your breath was caught in your throat, nodding instead of speaking.

He pushed in, both of you groaning in unison. Your nails dug into his back and shoulders, creating deep crescent marks in his pale skin. You avoided the large gash in his throat that signified he was dead, bringing one hand back into the nape of hair on his neck.

He hit a certain spot inside you, making you jolt. He chuckled, thrusting harder. "I think I found your spot, dearest." His voice had gotten raspier, if even possible. It sent a chill down your back, adding to your immense pleasure.

"Oh, James.." You moaned, clinging to his body. He groaned in your ear, never stopping his movements. His right hand drifted down your body, the ring on his pinky finger sending another shiver through you.

"You're so good for me, my dear. Come undone for me, love, please. You can do it, just relax." He coaxed you through it, two fingers reaching down to circle your clit. Your hips stutter and your back arches.

You moan as you reach your climax, euphoria taking over your body. As soon as James feels you clench around him and your release, he lets out a guttural moan, thrusting faster inside you.

"My goddess.. Y/N!" He exclaims, letting go. Once you both relax, James pulls out of you, laying down beside you on the bed. You both were heavy breathing, moving your heads to look at each other. "My darling," He was breathless, but brought his hand up to rest on your cheek and press his lips to yours. "Will you be my queen?"

You didn't hesitate to tell him yes. He smiled, leaning down again to kiss you. "Wait," You pull away. "Did you cum inside me?" Your eyes were wide as you saw him smirk.

"Well, dear, it looks like you're going to be mine forever."

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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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