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kai-anderson-whore · 6 months

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The summoning (jmp x tate Langdon x reader smut)

Summary: you had always been fascinated with serial killers and true crime, one day you decided to try and summon your two favourite killers

Warnings: smut, three way, oral (tate receiving), p in v sex, doggy style 😏, summoning a ghost, ouija board,

Word count: 1,3k (another short one it was supposed to be longer)

A/n: this is a request by @villains-are-hot, thank you for the request and once again I apologise that it was very rushed at the end and I took ages to post this 😊

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For as long as you could remember you had a unhealthy obsession with true crime/ serial killers. Some may say it's far from normal, it was frightening. You knew stories of cases watched all the documentaries and more.

Some people say it's the type of obsession you hear killers having before they kill. You didn't care it was a interest that you were so passionate about. You preferred learning about serial killers, how their mind works, what drove them to do it. The ones you liked learning about the most was Tate Langdon who got shot dead in his bedroom after shooting up his school one day in 1994. And the other was James Patrick march a well known serial killer from the 1920s to the early 1930s. Legend has it they both still reside in their place of death.

You didn't know if that was true or not, you visited the hotel that James Patrick march resides in but nothing, you couldn't exactly go to the murder house since people live there. It intrigued you deeply, the thought it could be true or not.

You didn't know what you were doing when the idea popped into your head, you thought it won't work but it was worth a go. Now researching things to do, how to summon ghosts, some where a bit far fetched others seemed fake but you were willing nonetheless. Finding a method writing down everything that had to be done.

You sat in front of the oujia board your fingers delicately on the triangle piece. You took deep breaths trying to stay calm circling the board three times before saying "James Patrick march and Tate Langdon I invite you to this space" waiting a few seconds you felt eerily quiet and cold.

"Is there anyone here?" You asked the board, you felt something pushing the triangle to yes, you gasped in shock now feeling nervous but your fingers still remain on the piece. "How many sprits are here?" You then asked feeling uneasy slightly regretting your decision. The piece moved to the number 2 you didn't know if it was you or if it was actually two spirits here but you slowly asked your next question "w-who are you?".

The board moved to around spelling out two initials JMP and TL you gasped removing your hands from the board standing up. Completely forgetting to say goodbye. You immediately grabbed the board putting it away "what the fuck, it's probably me doing it it's got to be" you whispered to yourself.

"Not quite dear" a voice chimed making you yelp in fright. "What the fuck!?" You turned around seeing two guys there awfully familiar to you, they looked identical like discrete descent, "w-who are you?" You asked in fear.

"I'm James Patrick march and this is-" "Tate Langdon" they said, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion "you're both dead no this can't be true." You couldn't believe what you were seeing they looked exactly like the killers you knew so much about. "How are you here?" You asked a thousand questions running around your head.

"Well you summoned us" Tate chuckled pointing to the ouija board. That's when you realised "shit I forgot to say goodbye" mentally cursing yourself, "it's quite alright dear, but I must ask how did you manage to get us free?" James asked.

"Dude she used the ouaji board to get us out" Tate said like James was dumb. "That's fascinating" James eyes light up "I don't know how we could ever thank you" James added. Tate's eyes on you like you’re his prey, swallowing a lump in your throat as his steps grew closer to you from behind. "I've got an idea" Tate's breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine. "Y-you don't need to thank me" your voice was above whisper unsure what they mean.

"Well boy enlighten us with your idea" James's velvety voice made you shiver more. You couldn't deny they were both very attractive despite their tendency to killing. "Well she's pretty isn't she? Don't you agree?" Tate smirked his hands running down the soft skin of your arms. "I do agree with you she is quite remarkable" James agreed beckoning his steps closer to you.

You didn't know if your body was filled with fear or anticipation maybe both. Closing your eyes feeling their breaths breeze across your features. James colds fingertips grazing gracefully along your bare arms bringing goosebumps to their wake. "I think we shall reward her for setting us free from our eternal resistances" James smirked his pencil moustache raising up.

"I was thinking the same" Tate chuckled with a devilish smirk, you didn't know what to feel scared? Or turned on? Maybe both. Feeling their cold hands on you but you didn't protest instead you let out a small sigh tugging on your shirt removing it from your body your head felt like it was spinning feeling their lips on your neck. You felt yourself being guided to your bed. Seeing Tate now above you with a mischievous smirk on his face.

You didn't know where James was until Tate pull away from you, seeing James now in his briefs flipping you over on your hands and knee. You whimpered in anticipation for what's to come feeling James's cold fingers hooking into your underwear peeling the fabric of your underwear off you and into the floor. Tate in front of you his impressive length in-front of you, holding yourself on one hand stroking him, earning a low groan erupted from his mouth. You felt cold fingertips teasing your folds collecting your arousal bringing it to your clit circling it in slow torturous motions.

A small gasp left your lips, your body automatically responding to James's touch "that's it dear" he says huskily, Tate still knelt infront of you his eager length desperate for attention. You took Tate's cock in your hand stroking him kitten licking the tip making him buck his hips into your touch more. You took Tate in your mouth swirling your tongue along the tip, gasping as you felt James enter your heat.

James thrusted into you slowly you moaned against Tate's length. A low groan rumbled from his throat his hips bucked further in your throat. James thrusts grew more faster and harder, tears forming in your eyes. "Fuck" Tate hissed his hips essentially fucking your throat.

"You feel wonderful darling" James hissed his grip on your hips tight, nails digging into your skin only adding to your pleasure. "Fuck" you moaned feeling Tate twitch in your mouth signalling you that he was close. You kept your movements along Tate's cock till he releases into the back of your throat, swallowing every drop. James kept his movements thrusting harshly into you you felt close to the edge "I'm so close" you moaned. Tate was watching you and James with a smirk, his skin flustered. James didn’t stop his movements hitting that spot guaranteed to make you see stars.

With a few more harsh deep thrusts, your body trembles, back arching releasing over James’s length trigging his own release deep inside you. His thrusts became sloppy till they came to a halt. Trying to catch your breath “that was something else” you chuckled. James and tate shared a wicked smile between them, “oh we’re don’t done, we’re only getting started” Tate’s voice make a shiver run down your spine waiting on what’s to come.

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metamatar · 5 months

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So the real crime of fascism was the application to white people of colonial procedures "which until then had been reserved exclusively for the Arabs of Algeria, the 'c***s' of India, and the 'n***s' of Africa." (p. 36) Here we must situate Cesaire within a larger context of radical black intellectuals who had come to the same conclusions before the publication of Discourse.

As Cedric Robinson argues, a group of radical black intellectuals,including W.E.B. Du Bois, C.L.R James, George Padmore, and Oliver Cox, understood fascism not as some aberration from the march of progress, an unexpected right-wing turn, but a logical development of Western Civilization itself. They viewed fascism as a blood relative of slavery and imperialism, global systems rooted not only in capitalist political economy but racist ideologies that were already in place at the dawn of modernity. As early as 1936, Ralph Bunche, then a radical political science professor at Howard University, suggested that imperialism birth to fascism. "The doctrine of Fascism" wrote Bunche, "with its extreme jingoism, its exaggerated exaltation of the state and its comic-opera glorification of race, has given a new and greater impetus to the policy of world imperialism which had conquered and subjected to systematic and ruthless exploitation virtually all of the darker populations of the earth." Du Bois made some of the clearest statements to this effect: "I knew that Hitler and Mussolini were fighting communism, and using race prejudice to make some white people rich and all colored people poor. But it was not until later that I realized that the colonialism of Great Britain and France had exactly the same object and methods as the fascists and the Nazis were trying clearly to use." Later, in The World and Africa (1947), he writes: "There was no Nazi atrocity-concentration camps, wholesale maiming and murder, defilement of women or ghastly blasphemy of childhood which Christian civilization or Europe had not long been practicing against colored folk in all parts of the world in the name of and for the defense of a Superior Race born to rule the world. The very idea that there was a superior race lay at the heart of the matter, and this is why elements of Discourse also drew on Negritude's impulse to recover the history of Africa's accomplish ments. Takirng his cue from Leo Frobenius's injunction that the "idea of the barbaric Negro is a European invention," Cesaire sets out to prove that the colonial mission to "civilize" the primitive is just a smoke screen. If anything, colonialism results in the massive destruction of whole societies-societies that not only function at a high level of sophistication and complexity, but that might offer the West valuable lessons about how we might live together and remake the modern world.

Robin DG Kelley's A Poetics of Anti Colonialism, published as introduction to a new edition of Aime Cesaire's Discourse on Anti Colonialism

#fascism #imperialism #robin dg kelley

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slutforgarlogan · 2 months

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Matching Wounds | James Patrick March x F! reader

Summary: James Patrick March killing you while hes fucking you (sorry guys i had a dream about it and had to write it)

A/N: this is so toned down i got too into the killing part the first time

Warnings: blood!, p in v smut, restraints, reader gets killed but shes in the cortez so she'll be conscious again guys its fine

You tug at the restraints, which are currently making sure both your hands and feet are secured onto the bed. Your chest is heaving and you're getting increasingly nervous, heartrate quickening and inducing you into a panicked state wondering what on earth had made you think this was a good idea.

When you had asked James to do the honours of killing you, so that you could be together forever, it hadn't occured to you that you'd actually have to go through the feeling of being killed. You had just wanted him to shoot you in the head or the heart or something, but it was never going to be that simple when you put your life in the hands of James Patrick March.

James on the other hand, felt the complete opposite to you in this very moment. He was absolutely ecstatic when you had asked him to kill you, and he ran through all the possible ways to do it. Choke you to death, cut you somewhere fatal, snap your neck, shoot you. But what he immediately knew for sure, was that he was going to fuck you while he did it.

After a few days of thinking, also giving you time to go back on the request, he had decided exactly what he was going to do. He was going to slit your throat, so you'd have a permanent wound that matched his own. Which is rather romantic in its own twisted, yet endearing way.

He watches you tug at the restraints that hold you down to the bed, laughing a little bit. "Don't worry darling, i promise this isn't going to be a bad experience for you. I'll make it quick, you wont even notice his happening"

You nod feverishly, though you were scared out of your mind right now, you could never deny the effect that he had on you, pussy clenching around air just from hearing his voice.

You try to relax your body against the sheets, keeping you eyes trained on him carefully, as he sheds himself of his 3 piece and boxers, and uncovering his open neck wound - which you'd only seen him do once before.

You're already squirming by the time hes hovering over you, soaked and desperate for his touch. You lock your gaze with his dark eyes - his gaze somewhat ominous, but loving at the same time.

"I love you, darling" He whispers to you, placing a soft kiss on your temple as he slips his dick into your soaking wet cunt. You whine a little at the stretch, and whisper back to him "I love you too, James"

His hips snap against yours roughly, as he snakes his hand between your bodys to toy with your clit, making you whimper underneath him. The moans that escape his parted lips sound glorious, as breathes out his words "fuck darling, you're always so good for me"

His skin is hot and sticky against yours, and the feel of him buried inside you makes your toes curl as you writhe and whimper beneath him.

He can see you're getting closer, your body giving him the same telltale signs as always. Clenching around his cock, squirming and shaking. The restraints that tie you to the bed leaving deep marks on your wrists at the way you're thrashing beneath him.

As your eyes roll back and you throw your head back, James reaches his free hand over to the bedside table, grabbing his knife and dragging it across your throat as he feels you coat his dick in your release.

He lets out a gutteral groan at the sight in front of him. Your fucked out expression, blood pouring down your neck, trickling down your breasts, and he runs a thumb over your nipple, smearing your blood around it as he waits for you.

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marchsfreakshow · 1 month

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Desperate Pain [James Patrick March]

Uhh,,,,idk this time lol

James saw someone flirt with you. He thinks that since you looked at the man, you were flirting back.

Idk what this is but @coentinim gave me the idea. With some things from @briaroftheroses too<33

18+!! Just because. MINORS DNI.

No one's perspective

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Hands desperately tugging behind your back, despite being tied up strongly. And little pleas, crys and whimpers escaping you. "please James, i didn't even say anything to him.."

Oh no, that's not good enough though is it? He's not giving into your desperate cries. Instead he's carrying on his job, making sure this absolutely dreadful man knows what he's done to you. "You see, this, beautiful angel, is in fact, mine." The words beautiful angel dripped with exaggeration, but you knew it to be true. James was simply obsessed with you and your beauty.

The man, simply just asked if you were single and how a pretty thing like you was sat alone at a bar. All you did was look at him! You shot him one single look. A deadpan, neutral face. Now he was pathetically crying, yelling out. His fat being cut, his hands being burned to a crisp.

James knew he couldn't have that. He couldn't have you away from him. You even acknowledged this desperate man? Such a harlot. Do you even love James? Do you even want to keep your promise of being his? He's asking these questions quietly to the half dead, man holding up a knife to the idiot's cock. Just a little cut wouldn't hurt. One slice through the middle. So he really wouldn't hurt your precious cunt. That was his property, only for him to ruin and destroy.

"see what you've done my pretty little harlot? You hurt me so dear." Another desperate whimper left you as he dragged the used knife under your chin. Watery and begging eyes up at him, just wanting to apologise. Such an adorable sight weren't you? Squirming around on the bed as your legs and arms were bound by his bloodied ropes, just wanting to get up and stop James. "I don't think it's fair that he gets it all and you get away free hm?" Oh no. What was it he was planning? Whatever it was, tears were threatening to escape you, making your vision blurred.

James chuckled as he watched you move around on the edge of the bed. "I will not be touching you, anywhere until you have learned your lesson." He whispered right by your ear, even refraining from lightly tracing that cute jaw of yours. "Find other means of pleasure until I say so my dear." You suppressed a sad groan. Your own pleasure was the worst. How on earth could you do that when James can fuck you so good at a moments notice? He'd drop anything if you were desperate enough.

A whimper escaped the two of you out of the seemingly, erotic, eye contact. James' head whipped around to flirting man.

Shot after shot. Bang after bang. Two holes now in the half dead man's heart. If he wasn't dead before, he was dead now. Back to your crying face. The bloody knife still in hand. "how else to make you learn your lesson?" He questioned rehtorically. If it was up to you, you'd let him fuck the idea into your empty head. Getting it through that small, thoughtless head of yours that you. Are. His. Forever.

So, your trousers were ripped off. Discarded on the floor somewhere, and a warm breath on your thighs. He was just torturing a man, why were you so turned on? "Ow..ow, fuck!" You squealed. James' bloody knife in your inner thigh, carving his initials. A raggedy 'JPM' as a way to mark his property. Drops of blood trickling down your thigh, onto the bed. It took every ounce of self control in the ghostly killer to not lick up the irony tasting liquid. He had to keep to his promise. Not touching you, not for a while anyway. So he left it to bleed.

Leaving it to bleed as he worked his way up to your exposed, veiny neck. A J there, P right in the middle and a sweet little M to finish the job. No one could deny that you were his now.

"There. Now, you. Are. Mine. Dangerous bird aren't you?" He chuckled at your dying body. You'd come crawling as a ghost, so he knew not to be upset.

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#ahs #evan peters #american horror story #james patrick march #james march #ahs hotel #x reader #james march x reader #JPM #james Patrick March x reader #james Patrick march x you #James march x you #suggestive i guess?#jpm x reader #jpm x you #American horror story hotel #ahs imagine.

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marchswifey · 7 months

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James Patrick March’s NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Cuddles. He may be rough and nasty but he wants cuddles after sex. Of course, he was so close to you just a mere few minutes ago, still he finds himself wanting to be closer.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

His favorite part of you would be your thighs, he loves squeezing them while eating you out and feeling them wrapping around his head. He also love kissing your inner thighs teasing you.

On himself he likes his shoulders, he feels strong and absolutely loves lifting your legs up on them while fucking you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

When James comes he really wants to get inside you so he can see how you react to feeling his seed inside you.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He secretly wants you to dominate him but he would never ask for it because of his big pride.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

A lot experienced, of course.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

He loves it when you ride him. The way he gets to look at you as you absolutely destroy him. He likes a lot also doggy style and missionary.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

No. He’s serious and focused on your both pleasure during sex.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Natural. Not overwhelming but it's there.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Incredibly romantic, or at least he tries to be. He is soft and kind to you to show you how much he loves you and takes care of you.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Not often but when you’re not in the hotel and he’s feeling horny he would do something for himself.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

A LOT.

Bondage, wax play, impact play, teasing, handcuffs, ball gags, pulling hair, sensory deprivation, pet names, being called "master" or "daddy". And definitely knife play.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Mostly his suite, but also in one of his special rooms around the hotel (Imagine him fucking you in the room where he burns peoples and when he just had burned one minutes before. Nasty)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

James loves seeing you in lingeries. Every type or fabric, especially lace.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He's basically gonna do anything, but he would hate to cause you too much pain since you’re his beloved, so he won’t leave any too lasting injuries on your body.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes to give and receive in the same way.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on the situation, if he’s really turned on he’s very rough. But he can be also slow in attempt to tease you or make the moment last longer.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He isn't against it, he'll do it. It's just not his favorite. He likes to take his time and he wants to be buried deep for as long as he can.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

HE HIMSELF IS THE RISK

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He can last very long since he’s a ghost, you would stop just because you’re tired but he could go on and on without stopping.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He owns a few…

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He loves teasing you and seeing you desperate to be fucked.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

HE’S LOUD doesn't even try to hide his moans and grunts.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

He loves when you call him "master" or "sir", it makes him harder than a rock and makes him fuck you harder.

Also he would be extremely protective of you. He threatened every single ghost of the Cortez, if anyone tries to touch or hurt you he knows how to make them suffer even if they’re already dead.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A solid 8 inches, thick.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Before meeting you sex wasn’t that important to him, his only pleasure was murdering. But then he became hornier than a teenager.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He doesn’t sleep, you always fall alseep first.

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nakedphany20 · 7 months

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Y'ALL!!??, I'M THE DUMBEST FAN EVER, TODAY IS DADDY JPM DAY!!!!

#evan peters #evan thomas peters #evancito #jpm #james patrick march #james p. march #james march #ahs hotel season #ahs hotel #daddy march #happy birthday big boy #Spotify #he is so lana del rey vibes #lana del rey

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lenacosse · 4 months

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“We’re so screwed if anyone finds out” “We shouldn’t be doing this” Smut with sirius x reader.

pairing: sirius black x reader

cw: smut, p in v, light choking

word count: 2,488

(i hate this so much😭 and i also didn’t proof read so if it doesn’t make sense i apologise)

‘then we kiss, and you know i won’t ever tell, yeah

and i could see you being my addiction.

you can see me as your secret mission.

hide away and i will start behaving myself.’

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You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have an attraction to Sirius Black, most girls did. But you weren’t stupid, you could never ever get with your brothers best friend. Usually you never really saw Sirius, only when he and your brother were boasting in the common room about who they tormented that day. But now that he’s at your house, sitting in front of you at the table politely talking with your parents you could have cried. Why did he have to be so fucking attractive?

You find yourself zoning out staring at the boy in front of you, the way his eyes creased when he smiled, how his laugh replayed in your mind and how soft his lips looked. He looked almost kind, that was unlike the Sirius you knew from school.

“(Y/N),” James snapped his fingers in front of your face, his action pulls you out of your daydream and you look at him. His face is contoured with suspicion.

“What?” You furrow your brows at him and glance at your mum.

“What are you staring at?” James replies.

“Uh the wall,” you mock and look down at your plate. You glance up at Sirius to see him smirking at you, you feel your heart skip a beat and you clear your throat. “Im done.”

You leave the table and practically run upstairs. What the fuck just happened and why the fuck did Sirius smirk at you?! Was he trying to cause a wager between his friendship with James?

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You lay on the sun lounger in the back garden reading a book as the sun beats down on your bare skin that your shorts and bikini top don’t cover. It was the hottest day of summer and you had absolutely no plans on staying inside. You and James had made a deal, you get the back garden to yourself and he gets the front. He was stupid to agree to that considering the back garden was much better but you wouldn’t be the one to say anything.

Something hits your chest and explodes causing you to become drenched. You gasp and sit up drying your wet chest with the towel you brought out. You get up and march to the front garden where you see James and Sirius laughing.

“Which one of you bastards threw that!”

They both point to each other and you sigh. Don’t be fooled by the two boys who were in their final year of school, they were complete children still. You spot their bucket of water balloons and when they’re not looking grab two, you hit them both square in the face and sprint back to your sun lounger. You get a minute to sit before James and Sirius come chasing after you and throwing multiple water balloons at you. You run back inside with them still at you, that is until your mother stands in front of you with your arms crossed. James and Sirius stand behind you, trying to hide the water balloons.

“What is going on?” None of you respond and she looks directly at you.

“James and Sirius are chasing me with water balloons, they just randomly done it.”

“You two leave her alone.” Your mother Effie warned. James nodded in response as did Sirius.

“Sorry Effie.” He says walking past, after winking at you. You feel your cheeks heating up as you bit back a smile that was creeping up your face.

“Come on you know better than that.” Your mother says.

You look up with a puzzled face. “What are you talking about?”

“He is James’ best friend darling. Don’t ruin your relationship with James because you have a crush.”

“What the hell. Sirius? Merlin no. I’d never..” You fumble your words and give her a very concerned look, she returns you a knowing expression and you just scoff. You go up to your room and change, you knew she was right but Sirius was getting under your skin.

It wasn’t exactly a secret that he was a player, he has girls all around him constantly but you also knew he wasn’t stupid enough to go for you. You didn’t even want to think about what James would do if he found out, you ultimately conclude that he would never ever speak to you or Sirius again. And your mum was right it wasn’t worth it. But the way he smirked and the way he winked at you, you wanted nothing more than to have him pounding into you whilst you gripped his hair listening to him whisper dirty praises into your ear.

You lay on your bed thinking of Sirius and his hands, how his veins flexed as he moved his fingers. You could only imagine having those fingers inside of you whilst you fell apart on him, you imagined him kissing your neck and pinching your nipples. You imagined him bending you over and using you as a prop… you had to distract yourself as you were dripping with arousal and one scenario away from cuming in your pants.

You decided it was best to stay in your room for the rest of the afternoon until dinner time, you trusted yourself enough. Dinner with your parents, James and Sirius, there wasn’t even room to feel attracted to him. Or so you thought. Once you hear your dad shout up for you you leave your room to make your way downstairs, on your way downstairs you walk past Sirius. His hair dripping wet and his shirt soaked, you bite your lip looking down as you pass by. His wet arm skims yours, you look back to see him also looking back with a cocky grin plastered across that beautiful face of his.

“See you at dinner Potter.” He nods at you before winking and going into the bathroom. You stand still on the stairs trying to cool yourself down, your hands were sweaty and you felt overwhelmed. He knew what he was doing and you fucking hated that. So you decide to make him flush.

Halfway through dinner you slide your foot up his leg, running it up and down his calf. You smile sweetly as he glances at you, he wasn’t flushed just taken aback. You moved your foot back and leaned forward to reach across the table to get the jug of water, giving him a full view of your lacy bra, luckily your parents and James weren’t paying attention. You winked at Sirius as you sat back down, you could tell you were getting under his skin. For the remainder of dinner you pulled little things that made him slowly more and more rigid. Finally you get your dessert, a bowl of raspberry sorbet. You glance at Sirius and he already knows what you’re about to do, he shakes his head at you ever so slowly to which you smirk. You make eye contact with him as you put the spoon into your mouth and exaggerate licking it clean. You see him shift slightly in his seat and you smile to yourself knowing you’re now even.

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A hand grabs your arm and pulls you roughly into the front room. You gasp in response and turn around to see Sirius towering over you. “What the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“James nearly saw you acting like a fucking whore.” Sirius snarls.

You scoff and shove him back. “Im a whore? I’m doing to you what you done to me.”

“I smirked at you. I didn’t fucking make you get a hard on at dinner.”

You feel your whole body heat as he says that. It shouldn’t have the effect that it did, you bite your lip and look up at him. “Sorry.”

“No. Don’t. I’m being fucking serious (Y/N) stay away from me. I’m not doing that to James.”

With that he leaves the room and you feel nothing but overwhelming embarrassment. You thought he wanted you to do that but you were wildly wrong. For the rest of the night you stayed in your room out of the way, you couldn’t face Sirius again it was far too humiliating. You wake up uncomfortably warm and in dying need for a drink, your clock reads ten past three in the morning. You sneak downstairs wearing nothing but your pyjama top and underwear. You turn on the kitchen light and nearly jump out of your skin to see Sirius standing at the counter with a glass of water. He looks at you then quickly looks away, you feel uncomfortably aware of the fact you’re wearing next to nothing.

“Um can I get into the cupboard..” you reluctantly say standing next to Sirius who’s standing in the way of the glass cupboard.

He passes you down a glass, “here.”

“Thank you.” You fill up your glass and turn to leave.

“Sorry for calling you a whore.” Sirius said.

You turn around and look at him. “…it’s fine.”

“What were you trying to achieve?”

“Nothing. I was just- I don’t know.”

He slowly walked towards you. “Fucking wish you weren’t James’ sister.”

You set your glass down and cross your arms, “why?”

Sirius leans down to whisper into your ear. “Because if you weren’t I would rip your underwear off and fuck you so hard.”

You squeeze your thighs together as he says that, he notices and smirks. “No one has to know.”

He grabs your waist and backs you up against the counter, smashing his lips onto yours. His tongue pries your mouth open and you find yourself breathlessly making out. Your hand hand slides up his shirt feeling his light abs, fuck he was hot. You bite down on his lip and he grunts into your mouth, he lifts your hips and puts you onto the counter. You wrap your legs around his waist pulling him closer as your hands slide into his hair tugging on his raven locks.

You feel his bulge press up against you so you move your hips for friction, making you whimper in response. He pulls back from the kiss and attaches his lips to your neck, he kisses and nibbles at your neck.

“We’re fucked if anyone finds out. So stay quiet.” Sirius whispered into your ear, you nod and lift his shirt off. You attach your lips to his collarbone, kissing softly. You leave a small love bite and he glares at you. You wink and he kissed you again.

The kiss is urgent and demanding, his fought for the dominance and you easily gave it to him. He slides his hand up your pyjama top and rolls your nipple with his fingers. You hiss at the sensation dropping your head back to rest upon the wall cabinets. He kissed along your jaw as his hand moves down your body, he rubs your clit through your underwear. You gasp and put your hand over your mouth as you left out a quiet breathy moan. He smirks at you and moves your underwear to the side, without warning he shoves two fingers into you. You moan into your hand as your eyes prickle with tears.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Sirius taunts, you grind on his fingers whilst he pumps into you, hitting that sweet spot perfectly. You grab his face and pull him forward kissing him aggressively and moaning into his mouth. You felt yourself getting closer, suddenly it hit you what you were doing and you pulled back from the kiss.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” You bite your lip, Sirius looks at you and stops moving his fingers.

“Should I stop?” He furrows his brows. He goes to pull his fingers out.

“Fuck no.” You grab his wrist and hold it steady, he picks up the pace again and you dig your nails into his back, scratching down as you do. The pleasure coursing through you was other worldly.

The coil in your stomach builds and builds and builds until it snaps. You release over his fingers, your back arching as you come down from your high. Sirius pulls his fingers out and the look he gives you turns you on all over again, his eyes full of complete lust and his lips turned up into a cocky smirk.

In an instant your bent over the kitchen island, your cheek pressed against the cool marble. Considering you were uncomfortably warm it actually feels good. He makes quick work of removing your underwear and spreading your legs. You eagerly anticipate what’s to come, the sound of his shorts hitting the floor has you clenching around nothing and your heart racing.

“Hurry up.”

Sirius grabs your hair, tugging on it as you softly whine. “So fucking needy.”

You feel his tip against your entrance, you lift your head to look over your shoulder, you watch his face as he slides into you. He grunts and bites his lip.

His hand comes to your neck, and lifts your body up so your back is arched against his front. His hand tightens around your throat and he pounds into you, you cover your mouth with your hand to muffle the moans you’re releasing.

“You’re such a fucking slut Potter, I’ll be thinking about how you feel for a very long time.” He whispers into your ear. You could’ve died right there, everything about him was attractive. You also would be thinking about this for a very long time.

Sirius’ pace gets harder, your bodies are colliding rapidly together and the fear of getting caught makes everything more thrilling. You were aware that if anyone woke up they’re hear you, but you couldn’t care. Being in this moment was too good and you’d be a fool to ruin it. Sirius had your eyes rolling back as he started to rub your clit, with him pounding into you and the absolute filth he was whispering into you you weren’t sure you’d last much longer.

“Sirius..” you whine.

“I know. Just let it happen.” He sucks on your pulse point and you can’t hold it back any longer. You body goes practically limp as you cum around him, you were quite literally seeing stars.

Sirius bent you back over the table and grabbed your hips as he slammed into you faster. Within seconds he came into you, coating your walls white. The sensation was heavenly. Slowly he pulls out and you turn around. He helps you put your underwear back on and gets dressed himself.

“James can never ever find you.” You say sternly.

“Agreed.”

You go back to your room into an absolute haze as you try to figure out what the fuck just happened. You weren’t complaining at all, it was probably the best thing you’d ever experienced. But you really didn’t think it through, because Sirius was here for the entire summer. It was currently the first week of july…

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quicksilversg1rl · 1 year

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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.

****

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.

****

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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maeriavizsendingjpmdose · 3 months

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James P. March with his radium mask.

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evanpfics · 10 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.

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kai-anderson-whore · 7 months

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His protégé (James Patrick march x fem reader smut) (kinktober fic 3)

Summary: you met James like his other “students” but after years off him taken you under his wing you couldn’t handle the pressures.

Warnings: smut, mentions of killing, becoming a serial killer, p in v sex, slight edging, knife kink, oral (reader receiving), tiny bit of spanking (like one spank), feeling like being watched, fear of abandonment(James not wanting reader to leave like the countess sort of did), James being possessive.

Word count: 3k

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You met him over three years ago, the same way as all his "students". Coincidentally waltzing into the Cortez when the world felt like it could swallow you whole, well at least that's what you felt like you wanted the world to do. To say this was the worst week you ever had was the understatement of the century.

You sat by the bar toying with the glass of alcohol in front of you. 'Was drowning your sorrows even worth it?', 'is getting so wasted that you'd might get kicked out the the hotel even worth it?' You wondered something that became routine over the past few days residing at this hotel. The bar was practically empty considering it was late on in the night.

The bartender who you soon known as liz shooting you a sympathetic smile every now and then. You observed the lavish historical hotel, full of art deco some antiques from the 1920s. You had heard all the rumours and stories of this hotel's history to say that it intrigued you would be the best way to put it. You heard near enough everything about the hotel Cortez and the "ghosts" residents here thanks to billie dean Howard.

You felt preying eyes on you, furrowed brows you turned and saw nothing... weird you thought. Maybe it was your imagination after all your in an infamous "haunted" hotel. But that was impossible ghosts aren't true, right?. Decided on calling it a night you thanked liz and went to your room 64, famous for being the room of two serial killers John Lowe and the former office of the owner james Patrick march coincidentally.

You still like you were being watched but tried to shrug it off 'relax no one is watching me it's in my head' you thought. Oh how you were wrong, several of ghosts who resisted here had their eye on you. Some curious on why you would come here, others wanted you as their next victim but one specific ghost wanted you as their protege, their next successor.

You finally made it to your room, fumbling around in your Jean pocket for your room key, you jammed the key into the door unlocking the door not before looking around to see if someone was near you. You couldn't shake that feeling that somebody was watching you, no matter how much you tried to shake it off.

Locking your room door you let out a breath out didn't know you were holding in. Making your way over to your suitcase you picked out your night attire. You still felt that eerie feeling going into the bathroom to clean your makeup off.

You exited the bathroom now in your pyjamas, the little clock on the nightstand played it's little song like usual "that thing freaks me out" you said out loud. "Don't let that frighten you dear" a voice chimed in making you let out a yelp in fright. Seeing a man sat on the chair a glass of whiskey or bourbon in hand you didn't know.

"Who the fuck are you" you hissed feeling mixed emotions shock, anger, fear of this intruder. "My names James Patrick march I'm the owner of this hotel and I'm afraid I don't like your tone dear" he introduced in a velvety accent getting up from the chair. He was dressed sharp in a pinstripe suit, crisp white shirt with a neck scarf.

"The owner of this hotel died like almost a hundred years ago" you scoffed at the man, which didn't faze him. "Yes that is true but you see in this hotel the dead doesn't exactly die" he stated stepping closer to you as you took steps back. You could see him more clearly now dark hair, pale skin with a pencil moustache that decorated his upper lip and beautiful chocolatey brown eyes that held something sinister in them.

"What do you want from me?" You asked. Even though his eyes held something evil within them you felt drawn to him like he wouldn't hurt you. "I've been watching you my dear, and I couldn't help but see the rage you secure within you" he said. A confused look on your face 'was I that noticeably angry?' You thought. "Right so?" You shrugged not quite catching on to what the ghost was saying.

"I want to help you set that rage free"

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You didn't really remember what happened after that night all you remember was James teaching you everything there is to know about being a killer. For those three years he had taken you under his wing, taught you his ways, showed you his little contraptions within the hotel. And you were nothing if not willing to go through with it all.

You listened to every word that rolled off his tongue about his little plan. There were only three rules he had when it came to his little hobby 1: don't have a method. 2: don't be sloppy about it. 3: don't get caught.

You had just came back from another kill entering James's room on the 7th floor. "Ah your back dear how was it? Tell me the details" James's voice chimed the old fashioned record player playing an old time song. "It was the same as any other time James quick and easy" you sighed finding an old rag to clean yourself up.

"Quick you say, how so?" He asked confused at your lack of creativity unlike it usually was. "Because James I don't want to get caught I have a funny feeling that I'm going to be caught soon so I'm done" you sighed placing your knife on the little table by the bed. James watched your every move deep in thought. He wondered if your proposal was a good move "your going to stop killing?" He asked removing his blazer placing it on a chair, rolling his sleeves up.

"Yes James I'm sorry, I'm grateful you showed me your ways and I really did enjoy my time with you but it's best if i stop now before the heat on my ass gets me burnt" you held your hands up in defence making your way to the door.

James didn't know if he was sad or angry at the fact you've given up on your little spree or was it because you were essentially leaving him. Just as you turned the handle ready to exit till that sophisticated accent stopped you. "Don't go... please" he begged.

James didn't want to admit it to himself but these three years he spent with you were the best years he had in this hotel after he died. He didn't spend his time chasing after his ex-wife the countess, he spent every moment near enough with you enjoying the sick bond you both formed. He grew very fond of you more than his other students you had potential the same characteristics as himself.

"What?" You didn't quite believe what you were hearing, it wasn't the words it was the tone complete desperation. Only time you heard that tone of voice was around the first time you met him when he was desperately trying to get the countess back.

"Please don't leave me I couldn't bare it" he pleaded once again with a meek voice. The door still ajar, your hand on the handle. "James it's for the best anyway we had fun but it's time to get out before it's too late but I need to leave before I get caught" you stated. "I DONT CARE ABOUT THE KILLING Y/N" James yelled taken you aback. He never raised his voice at you once even when he was frustrated with you for some reason he never ever raised his voice.

James walked closer to you his face now red with anger. He wasn't going to let you leave he let one woman slip away he doesn't intend to let it happen again. You were a little nervous at the sudden shift in the room.

"I will not let you leave this hotel not after everything" his voice was calm but his expression said otherwise. You didn't know what was going to happen "what do you mean not letting me leave this hotel?" You asked. "I've grown rather fond of you my dear, I look forward to our little meetings and I guess I can't let that go" his cold breath fanned against your neck sending shivers down your spine.

You almost crumbled as his cold hands rested on your biceps, your breathing quickening with the small touch. Looking into his dark eyes held anger and lust. "I've never felt this way for anyone since the countess but with you dearest, it doesn't compare to the feelings I have for you" his lips in a smirk, seeing you melt from just his words.

It all made sense to you now, you couldn't lie to yourself and say you didn't grow to have strong feelings for the ghost (because that was far from the truth). The truth was you were infatuated with James Patrick march, you spent every moment with him for the past three years it felt impossible not to. People would call you a stupid girl for it.

"James-" you were cut off by his ice cold lips on yours. The kiss was rough but you responded nonetheless. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip demanding entrance. Parting your lips moaning into his mouth, he showed dominance with just his mouth, giving into him, kicking the door shut with your foot.

James guided you to the bed effortlessly, the backs of your knees meeting the foot of the bed. His tongue explored your mouth before he pulled away. James then unbuttoned his dress shirt, your hands roamed his bare chest biting your lip. Your fingers hooking around his suspenders pulling James close to you crashing your lips back on his.

A delighted hum left him as he pushed your body down on the bed. Your legs parted automatically allowing James to slot himself between them. His lips moved to your neck slightly biting the flesh there making you feel dizzy. His hands roamed your sides feeling, caressing every curve that came in contact with his hand.

You sat up as James began to remove your slip dress leaving you in just your underwear. "Your beauty doesn't compare to anything in this world" James's voice was more deep, thick with lust making you grow wetter by the second. "Your mine now dear, I'll never let you go" James snarls, his fingers hooking into your underwear peeling the fabric off your body.

Now just kneeling on the foot of the bed James got a perfect view of your dripping core. "Your all mine" James hummed against your thigh trailing his rough lips upwards till he met where you needed him the most. He was like a possessive animal and you were loving every moment of it.

James licked a strip between your folds bringing you arousal to your clit. You gasped at the shot of pleasure of his mouth on your clit, sucking, swirling his tongue on the sensitive bundle of nerves. His hands held your thighs apart as wide as he could getting all access to you.

A moan escaped you as he continued his assault on your pussy. Your hand's gripped into the bedsheets underneath you for leverage. It was already too much but you never wanted it to stop. You already felt dangerously close to the edge. James darted his tongue in your entrance, his nose brushing against your clit adding to the pleasure.

"I'm so close" you warned feeling that knot tightening in the pit of your core. James hummed against you devouring you like his last meal. He never stopped his movements bringing his attention back to your clit more rougher than before coaxing you to let go over his tongue.

Your orgasm ripped through you, back arching, toes curling practically screaming his name. "That's it dear let everyone hear who's making you feel this euphoric" he chimed against your glistening heat. He licked up all your juices before pulling away from your heat.

"Oh god" you sighed regaining your breath. Moving your body to sit up by the pillows. James peeled his suspenders off his shoulders, removing his shirt in the process. His hair now disheveled, a beautiful sight to see. You removed your bra leaving yourself fully naked in front of him.

James glanced at the silver knife on the nightstand, he still felt rage for you ready to leave him. He picked the knife up making up gulp, you didn't know his intentions now a look of slight fear yet excitement in your eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you dearest" as if he read your mind with his free hand he undid his slacks and removed his underwear freeing his rock hard cock.

You were drooling at the sight, he was long and thick but not to thick were you'd think he'd slit you in two. His cock slight curved it was probably the most prettiest cock you'd ever seen.

James then got on top of your body slotting himself between your legs. Crashing his lips back on yours, the blade still in hand. Feeling the flat surface of the cold metal on your thigh, sending a shiver through you. He began dragging the metal down your outer thigh, his cock grinding on your inner side.

James pulled away from your lips taking the sharp edge of the knife to your cheek. "You will never leave me dear, I wouldn't allow it" his eyes dark, lustrous and sinister. It all was too addicting, "I'll never leave you James" you whimpered pathetically, the blade dragging from your cheek to under your chin, not to cut you but feel the harshness.

You grew more wetter than you were before. James lined himself up with your entrance before pushing himself into your sopping cunt without warning. You cried out as his thrusts were rough as merciless. Your hands gripped his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin coaxing his thrusts to become more harsher and expeditious.

James dragged the blade to the valley of your breasts. You moaned out feeling the cold metal under your breast. A grunt leaving James's lips "you feel like heaven" he grunted "you will never leave me, you belong to me from now on" he said in between his thrusts. Your walls clenched around him the desire burning like fire.

"Oh fuck" you cried out, chest heaving, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You could barely hear what he was saying. You could see that veins popping out of his neck the blade soon discarded and replaced with his hand on your breast fondling the lump of tissue.

A sigh of pleasure left your lips, feeling close to the edge once again. James didn’t let it go unnoticed, feeling you clenching around him. Much to your dismay James pulled out of you leaving you feeling empty and whimpering. You shot the ghost a confused look “don’t worry dear just turn around for me” James ordered.

Nodding your head you got on your hands and knees, feeling your wetness dripping down your legs in the process. “Your so wet, who for dear?” James cooed in his velvety voice. “You James all for you” your voice was scratchy from the high pitched moans. You felt that blade once again on your lower back.

“Yes dear all for me, no one else” James was possessive over what was his, you were no exception. From his student to now bent over for him as he drags the knife lower over your ass to your core. You moaned in pleasure you didn’t think this would be your type of thing but with James you’d do anything.

A sting on your ass making you jolt forward, James hand colliding with the skin there. You moaned at the sudden feeling, James’s hand soothing the red mark. Lining himself back up with your entrance effortlessly. Your greedy cunt taking him with one thrust.

Your hands gripped the bedsheets once again, your body jolted with each harsh thrust he delivered. All that could be heard in the room was a mixture of you and James’s pleasures, skin slapping off each other and the bed rocking beneath you.

You could have sworn you could feel him in your stomach, one hand on your hip the other toying with the knife along your lower back again. The thrill of what he was going to do next wasn’t like anything before, the anticipation eating you up.

James couldn’t get enough of you, you were like a drug he never wanted rehab for. The way your walls would clench and flutter around him was enough for him to come undone then and there. The way your loud moans filled the room, like music to his ears. You were just perfect to him, his perfect little protégé.

“Who do you belong you?” James grunted thrusting rapidly into your poor little pussy. You tried to get the words out but you couldn’t comprehend amongst all the overwhelming pleasure. Only a strangled moan leaving your lips instead.

Feeling the knife against your neck and an arm pulling you up flush against James’s chest, his cold breath fanning against your ear. “I asked you a question dear, very impolite not to answer” his thrusts harder hitting your cervix granted to make you see stars. You throw your head back to rest in James’s shoulder as you managed to answer.

“I belong to you james, I’m so close” you warned.

James discarded the knife once again, replaced it with his own hand chasing your orgasm. You reached out for his hair tugging on it, your other hand gripped onto his arm around your waist. “Let go for me, darling” he whispered, that was enough for you cumming for a second time. Your grip on his arm tightened releasing all your juices over his cock.

Triggering his own orgasm, James hips snapped upwards spilling his seed deep inside you. A low moan left James as you came with his name on your lips like your only prayer riding out your highs.

Once you both calmed down you leaned onto James skin glistening with sweat, breathing shallow. Gaining the energy to lift yourself off of James you threw yourself onto the pillows feeling knackered. James got off the bed to grab a rag to clean up.

After getting you both clean James threw his undergarments back on climbing into bed beside you. “I won’t leave you James” you said with a weak, tried voice. James wrapped his arm around you, bringing yourself closer to him resting your head on his chest. “I know darling” he hummed deep in thought.

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coochiequeens · 1 month

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Common sense is returning.

James Crisp, EUROPE EDITOR 13 April 2024

Dr Hilary Cass said children who think they are transgender should not be given any hormone drugs at all until at least 18 CREDIT: Yui Mok

Belgium and the Netherlands have become the latest countries to question the use of puberty blockers on children after the Cass Review warned of a lack of research on the gender treatment’s long-term effects.

Britain has become the fifth European nation to restrict the use of the drug to those under 18 after initially making them part of their gender treatments.

Their use was based on the “Dutch protocol” - the term used for the practice pioneered in the Netherlands in 1998 and copied around the world, of treating gender dysphoric youth using puberty blockers.

The NHS stopped prescribing the drug, which is meant to curb the trauma of a body maturing into a gender that the patient does not identify with this month.

In Belgium, doctors have called for gender treatment rules to be changed.

Research into impact

“In our opinion, Belgium must reform gender care in children and adolescents following the example of Sweden and Finland, where hormones are regarded as the last resort,” the report by three paediatricians and psychiatrists in Leuven said.

Figures from the Netherlands and the United Kingdom show that more than 95 per cent of individuals who initiated puberty inhibition continue with gender-affirming treatments,” the report by P Vankrunkelsven P, K Casteels K and J De Vleminck said.

“However, when young people with gender dysphoria go through their natural puberty, these feelings will only persist in about 15 per cent.”

The report was published after a 60 per cent rise in the number of Belgium teenagers taking the blockers to stop the development of their bodies. In 2022, 684 people between the ages of nine and 17 were prescribed the drug compared to 432 in 2019, the De Morgen newspaper reported in 2019.

Pressure is also building in the neighbouring Netherlands to look again at their use. The parliament has ordered research into the impact of puberty blockers on adolescent’s physical and mental health.

Dutch protocol

The Telegraph understands that the Amsterdam Center of Expertise on Gender Dysphoria, where the protocol originated, is set to make a statement on the use of puberty blockers next week.

“I too thought that the Dutch gender care was very careful and evidence-based. But now I don’t think that any more,” Jilles Smids, a postdoctoral researcher in medical ethics at Erasmus University in the Netherlands, told The Atlantic.

Attitudes in the Netherlands have hardened against trans rights, with a bill to make it easier for people to legally change their gender being held up in parliament.

The Cass Review said that the NHS had moved away from the restrictions of the original Dutch protocol, and researchers in Belgium have also demanded those restrictions be reintroduced.

Belgium is regarded as one of the most trans-friendly countries in Europe. A minister in the government is transgender and people have been able to legally change their gender without a medical certificate for the past five years.

But the hard-Right Vlaams Belang party is currently leading the polls ahead of national and European elections in June.

It has called for “hormone therapy and sex surgery to be halted for underage patients until clear and concrete research has been carried out.”

‘Greatest ethical scandals’

In March, a report in France described sex reassignment in minors as potentially “one of the greatest ethical scandals in the history of medicine”.

Conservative French senators plan to introduce a bill to ban gender transition treatments for under-18s.

On Monday, the Vatican’s doctrine office published a report that branded gender surgery a grave violation of human dignity on a par with euthanasia and abortion.

Finland was one of the first countries to adopt the Dutch protocol but realised many of its patients did not meet the Protocol’s strict eligibility requirements for the drugs.

It restricted the treatment in 2020 and recommended psychotherapy as the primary care.

Sweden restricted hormone treatments to “exceptional cases” two years later. In December, Norwegian authorities designated the medicine as “under trial”, which means they will only be prescribed to adolescents in clinical trials.

Denmark is finalising new guidelines limiting hormone treatments to teenagers who have had dysphoria since early childhood.

In 2020, Hungary passed a law banning gender changes on legal documents.

“The import and the use of these hormone products are not banned, but subject to case by case approval, however, it is certain that no authority would approve such an application for people under 18,“ a spokesperson told The Telegraph.

In August, Russia criminalised all gender reassignment surgery and hormone treatments.

#Belgium #Netherlands #cass review #Using caution when giving children hormones shouldn't have been controversial in the first place #Dutch protocol #Amsterdam Center of Expertise on Gender Dysphoria #Attitudes haven't hardened against rights for trans people the public just wants a common sense approach to the issue

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