#james march x female reader

[stilespeters]

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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[wh0re43van]

Boyfriend (Warren Lipka X Reader)

Summary: you reunite with an old friend while making a delivery for your shitty boyfriend

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: smut, throat fucking, weed, cheating, not proof read

A/n: I have no idea how much weed costed in 2003 bc I was two years old. Also, I apologize if your name is Chelsea bc you will be slandered in this fic. Thank you for reading! <3

Pt 2 , Pt 3

I slam my boyfriends shitty car door, stepping out into the cold November rain, running towards the brick house, an 8th of weed shoved in my bra. I can’t believe my idiot boyfriend is too lazy to get out of his car to make his delivery. I’ve never even met this customer and his dumbass is having me waltz right up this random man’s house, while he’s parked a block away.

I pound on the wooden door before stepping back a bit. I shift back and forth on my feet as I rub my hands up and down on my arms trying to warm myself with the friction. After a couple of minutes, the door swings open, a man with unkempt brown hair and tired eyes steps out, looking a bit surprised. Those eyes. I know them. I cant put my finger on it, but I know him from somewhere.

“Uhm can I help you? Are you alright?” he asks, stepping out onto the porch closing the door behind him, looking me up and down, maybe trying to figure out why some strange girl is stood sopping wet on his doorstep, or maybe he recognizes me as well.

“Of course that dumbass didn’t tell you,” I sigh. “I’m delivering for Dakota,” I explain, pulling the plastic baggie out of my bra.

“Ah, okay,” he opens the door again, ignoring my hand offering the weed. “Why don’t you come in, get out of the cold?” he offers, holding the door open for me. I consider his offer; He seems kind, and he doesn’t appear to have the money on him anyway. I might as well wait inside while he retrieves it before I catch my death out here.

“Thank you,” I smile, stepping into the warm living room, part of me hoping that Dakota can see me going into the random man’s house. He leads me down to the basement, explaining that this is his bedroom.

“Make yourself at home,” he smiles, showing two familiar dimples on either cheek as he gestures to his couch. I smile back, happily taking a seat. He walks into the bathroom, coming back with a towel in his hand.

“Did you go to Tates Creek Highschool by chance?” he asks, offering me the grey bath towel.

“I did,” I smile. “Only for freshman year though, my family moved the next county over after that,” I explain. That must be where I know him from.

“Y/n, I thought that was you,” he smiles taking a seat next to me.

“Yeah,” I smile back. “You look familiar, but I’m sorry I can’t remember your name,” I blush, a bit embarrassed that I don’t remember him.

“Ouch,” He chuckles. “I thought getting detention together for stealing the teachers’ cigarettes would have been a bit more memorable,” he says, leaning back on the couch. Then it dawns on me.

“Warren?” I ask, shocked. “Little Warren Lipka?” I turn on the couch to face him, getting a better look- the best look I can get in the dim yellow lighting. I don’t believe it! He laughs at my reaction.

“I guess if you remember me as little Warren, I can see why you didn’t recognize me,” he says, reaching for his grinder and papers laying on the coffee table. “You got that 8th, beautiful?” he asks casually. I blush at the comment, pulling the weed out of my bra once again. I hand him the warm baggie.

“That’ll be 7 bucks, sir,” I grin. All the memories come flooding back to me when our hands touch as we exchange the substance for the cash. All the classes we skipped together, all the many hours in detention we spent alongside each other, the cigarettes that we would smoke under the bleachers. He was shorter than me then, he always had his hair buzzed and wore oversized clothes to hide his small frame. I guess he was a late bloomer, because the only remnants of that little boy are the deep brown eyes and dimples displayed like artwork on the handsome grown man in front of me.

“You look really good,” he breaks me out of my thoughts, sparking the joint he’s just rolled.

“Thank you,” I smile. He passes me the paper. I take a hit. “You look good yourself,” I exhale through my nose, handing the joint back to warren.

“So you’re a friend of Dakotas?” He asks, after sucking in a breath of smoke as he stretches his arm over the back of the couch and behind my shoulders.

“His girlfriend, actually,” My response catches him off guard, making him choke on the smoke.

“Holy shit,” he laughs in between coughs. “How the hell did that goon bag you?” he asks, flabbergasted. I can’t help but giggle, taking another drag off the joint.

“Sometimes I wonder the same thing,” I answer honestly. Dakota isn’t exactly the best boyfriend in the world. We’ve been dating almost two years and I’ve caught him with other girls multiple times. He doesn’t respect my boundaries or my aspirations, yet somehow, he always convinces me to stay. I guess when you’re as attractive as he is and as insecure as I am, it isn’t hard for him to convince me that he’s the best I’ll ever have.

“So what’s wrong with Dakota? Why couldn’t he make the delivery himself?” Warren asks, looking down at the joint between his lips as it glows crimson. “Not that I’m complaining,” he clarifies.

“He said he was tired and didn’t want to get his shoes wet,” I laugh, feeling the THC start to take effect. “Can you believe that?” I ask, laying a hand on warrens thigh in my fit of giggles. “He’s just sitting in his shit box a block away,” I say, feeling my eyelids begin to get heavy. Warren raises his eyebrows, looking at me with glossy eyes.

“Wow,” he scoffs. “I actually don’t believe that. I couldn’t imagine having your girl make deliveries for you. Thats some serious pussy shit,” he rolls his eyes, holding the joint up to my mouth. I take a hit from the hot paper between his fingers. I look down at the spliff, then back at him to find his eyes already fixed on me. “If I was your boyfriend, I wouldn’t let you make deliveries for me,” he says in a much quieter tone, the moment is almost intimate as I blow the smoke into his face that’s closer to mine than I realized, but I can’t bring myself to back away. “And I sure as hell wouldn’t want you smoking with me,” he adds, bringing the joint to his lips to take the final hit.

“Why’s that?” I ask in a whisper with butterflies in my stomach, breathing in the smoke that’s slowly rolling off his lips.

“Because it gives me the opportunity to do something I’ve wanted to do since freshman year,” he matches my tone, glancing at my lips, bringing his finger and thumb around my chin, tilting my head up towards him. My heart begins to race at his proximity, I know I should pull away from him, but I can’t. I don’t want to. Just as his lips barely brush against mine, my Nokia rings out, sounding like an alarm, making me jump in surprise, scrabbling to find the small cellphone on the couch.

“Hey babe,” Warren answers the phone, winking at me. My stomach drops. Fuck. I reach for the phone, but warren stands up. “Nah man she’s good she’s right here. I just gave her the mon- hey. Hey!” I hear warren begin to shout. I cease my struggle to grab the phone. “Is there a fucking problem man?” Warren seethes into the phone. I hear my boyfriend’s muffled speech. “Yeah, I didn’t fuckin think so,” he hangs up the phone, handing the small plastic brick to me.

“You look pretty stoned,” he says picking up a coat off the couch, wrapping it around my shoulders. “Let me walk you out. You remember where his car is?” he asks, putting his hand on the small of my back, ushering me to the steps. I nod my head yes, staring at him with wide eyes trying to process what just happened.

“Lead the way then, beautiful,” he grins, and just like that, the butterflies are back. I don’t dare respond, not knowing what will come out of my mouth.

The walk to Dakota’s car is silent but comfortable, still pretty baked, I feel the rain coming down in sheets. vibrating calmly in my bones. I stare up at the orange glow of the streetlights in the night sky in awe. Everything looks so beautiful when you’re high.

“Here he is,” Warren says approaching the small rust bucket of a car that my boyfriend drives. He opens the passenger door for me. After I’m seated, he leans in to look at Dakota. “Don’t have your girl make trips for you anymore, man. What the fuck is wrong with you?” he says calmly but it comes across like a threat, before tossing a couple folded bills at Dakota and closing the door. I’m glad he remembered the money. Dakota would have killed me if I had left it down there.

 My boyfriend is quiet. Much more quiet than he normally is when someone threatens his masculinity. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’s scarred of Warren.

As Dakota pulls off, his Insane Clown Posse CD playing quietly, I look out the side mirror to see warren standing with his hands in his pockets, getting soaked in the rain in nothing other than his t-shirt and jeans, watching me ride away. As Dakota begins to bitch and complain my ear, all I can think about is when ill see Warren again, then I remember; I have his coat. It would be rude of me to keep it. I’ll just have to return it to him.

•

•

It’s been a week since my interaction with Warren, and I can’t stop thinking about him.

‘Is it so wrong that I want to catch up with an old friend?’ I ask myself. Of course, there’s nothing wrong with visiting a friend, the issue lies in the fact that the thoughts I’m having of him aren’t exactly platonic.

‘I’ll just drop his coat off, thanking him for the kind gesture and be on my way.’ I tell myself as I climb into my car. ‘Okay, maybe I could make some small talk with him, that’s innocent enough. Yeah, ill ask him about his job, if he’s going to school now, stuff like that’ I manage to convince myself that this will be a short, polite visit with an old friend, but a part of me must know the truth because I tell Dakota that I’m going out with my mother for lunch.

I park my vehicle on a side street near the Lipka house, just in case Dakota drives down here for whatever reason. I grab Warrens coat and walk up to the porch.

‘Maybe he’s not home and I’ll just hand it to his parents,’ I think as I knock on the door. The thought disappoints me, but maybe it’s for the b-

“Y/n!” Warren exclaims as the door swings open. “What a pleasant surprise,” he crunches on a Cheeto, crinkling the bag as he folds it shut.

“Hey Warren,” I smile at the man standing in front of me while he licks the Cheeto dust off his fingers.

“Come in, its freezing,” he steps aside so I can enter. I frown a bit.

“Well, actually I’m just here to return your coat,” I hold out the slick material.

“How kind,” he flashes his dimples. “Are you in a rush?” He asks as he retrieves his jacket.

“Well, no…” I trail off, trying to think of an excuse, but its hard to excuse yourself from something you want more than anything else.

“Then come inside real quick, darling, just to warm up,” he winks at me and I cant help but giggle. I surrender, stepping into his warm home once again,and following him down to his room.

I sit down on his couch as Invader Zim plays on his box tv.

“This may be a bold assumption,” Warren starts as he sits down on the cushion next to me. “But I think you may have come back for something more than the raincoat,” he suggests, looking into my eyes.

“Warren-“ I begin, but I don’t know what to say. He’s right. I want to desperately finish what we almost started last week. Just the faint brushing of his lips against mine has made me feel something I’ve never experienced before. I need to feel him-

“Free weed, right?” He grins picking up the rolling tray.

Oh.

 I can’t help but blush. I thought for a moment that Warren had already forgotten about our last encounter, but the wink he sends my way suggests that he meant exactly what I thought he meant.

“It’s not often that I don’t have to match,” I admit, pulling my legs up to my chest.

“You mean with friends, right?” Warren asks before he licks the thin rolling paper, holding my gaze as his tongue slowly slides across the wrap.

“Uh,” my breath hitches in my throat. Damn he looks so good. I’ve never wanted to be a rolling paper so bad in my life. “No, I mean in general. Dakota says he’s, uhm, running a business. So I have to pay or match what I smoke every time we, uh, spark. Or else I’m stealing from him,” I mutter out. Warren smirks at the pink raising in my cheeks once again. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Thank God he can’t see the pool forming in my underwear.

“No offense y/n,” he sparks the joint, inhaling a hit of hot smoke. “But Dakotas pathetic,” he breaths out.

“None taken,” I laugh as I take the paper from his hand.

“I mean for more than just the way he treats you,” he explains as I pass the joint back to him. “I’ve known him for a while. We met through a mutual friend, a few years ago. Started smoking together, then started dealing together and breaking into the chain stores around here, ya know, the ones that just throw shit away while people are starving,” he begins to explain as he sinks into the couch, leaning his head back, blowing a cloud of smoke towards the drop ceiling tiles of his bedroom. I stare at him, taking another hit, hanging on to his every word. I could listen to his voice all day. “Soon he started shorting people on weed, over charging behind my back, he was jealous of how well I was doing, always trying to one up me, bragging about how he’s making more money than me, not caring how he achieved it. Then one night, he decided he was going to try and break into a store by himself, of course he chose the corner store down the street, the one owned by the little old lady,” he chuckles. “I beat the shit out of him as soon as I found out,” he takes a hit. “Pussy didn’t throw a single punch back. Just curled up on the ground. Worst part is; he didn’t even get anything. She chased him off with a broom,” he runs a hand through his long brown hair, finally looking at me as he hands me the spliff.

“Wow, I guess that’s why he seemed so scared the other day,” I giggle. I should feel bad, this guy just told me he beat my boyfriend up, but I almost want to thank him.

“That’s also why I get a discount,” he grins as smoke rolls out of his nostrils. “But for once,” he leans in closer to me. “I’m jealous of him,” I can feel his breath on my face. “Seeing you ride off in that car with him last week was painful to watch. You should have been right here with me,” he pushes a loose strand of hair out of my face, and I melt into his touch.

“Well,” I take in a shaky breath, unable to resist those coffee-colored eyes. “I’m here now, Warren.” And with that, the world ceases to spin as he crashes his lips into mine. I’m suddenly aware of my quick heartbeat, every ounce of blood flowing throw my veins, the electricity that shoots from Warrens hands into my body. The smell of smoke on his breath and the slightly stale air in the basement invades my senses. The kiss is desperate and hungry; something I haven’t felt in years. I moan into his mouth as he pulls me into his lap to straddle him.

“This is wrong, Warren,” I pull away reluctantly.

“No beautiful, it was wrong when he called me asking for Chelsea’s contact last month,” he pants. The mention of that whores name makes my blood boil. She’s his most recent side piece. “Had I known he was with you, I would have beat his ass again instead of sending it,” he says honestly, as his hand runs gently up my hip. My mind is made up in an instant. I take the joint out of his hand, inhaling one last hit before I set it in the ash tray. I slide down to the floor on my knees in between his legs before I take my sweater off, tossing it to the side.

“You’re right,” I grin as I reach for his buckle. The pop of the metal releasing ringing through my ears as I shimmy the jeans off his body. I look up at Warren through my lashes, his eyes wide staring down at me with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. The sight makes my core tingle.

“May I?” I ask palming him through his plaid boxers, feeling his dick stiffen under my touch.

“I insist,” he grins, helping me slide the boxers off. My eyes widen at his length in front of me. He’s perfect. I take him into my hand, holding his gaze as I let spit drip from my kiss bruised lips onto his tip, allowing me to stroke him easier. He curses under his breath as I move my hand up and down his now rock hard dick. I smile to myself before wrapping my mouth around his tip, slowly moving down his length until he hits the back of my throat, then I hollow out my cheeks, as I begin to bob up and down. Warren lifts his head to take in the sight below him. He rests a gentle hand on the back of my head.

“Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he groans, instinctively moving his hips in rhythm with my head. I hum in response as I bring my other hand underneath his length to massage his balls, earning a low moan from him.

Soon he takes over, holding my head as he thrusts into my mouth. I push him in as far as possible, gagging on his length. He stands up so he can properly fuck my throat. This isn’t something that I normally do, I never allow Dakota to use me like this. But right now, I think I would let warren do absolutely anything he desires, and I would enjoy every second of it. This is the first time I’ve ever been so turned on from pleasing someone else. My underwear is soaked my arousal and he’s barely touched me. The praise and moans coming from Warren is enough to get me off. The way his eyes peer into mine as he violates my throat, bringing a gentle thumb up to wipe the tears that creep out of my eyes makes my heart flutter.

“Come here baby,” Warren pulls out of my mouth, I gasp for air as he picks my up to carry me to his bed. He pulls his shirt over his head and asks permission to pull my pants off. I nod quickly, earning a chuckle from him. “You did so good for me,” he lays a kiss on my forehead, using his shirt to wipe the tears and spit from my face, I smile at the sweet gesture. He pulls me into a kiss after climbing on top of me, both of us now completely naked. Warrens hand wonders down to my heat, dipping a finger into my entrance, I whimper at the contact. “You really got off to me fucking your throat, huh?” He smiles against my lips, feeling how wet I am for him.

“Please just fuck me Warren,” I beg. He smirks as he lines himself up with me.

“You ready, beautiful?” He asks. I nod, impatiently scooting closer to him, begging for contact. He chuckles as he slowly pushes into me. Being stretched out has never felt so good. There’s almost no pain as I easily take him, a loud moan escapes my lips

“Shh,” he smirks as he continues to push into me, stifling his own moans. “My folks are upstairs baby, not so loud,” he explains.

“I’m sorry,” I giggle. “You just feel so fucking go-“ I cut myself off with another loud moan as he begins rocking his hips at a steady pace. I clamp my hands over my mouth to muffle my moans. Warren looks down at me as he he pounds into me, a hand reaching down to hold my breast’s that are moving in rhythm with his hips.

“God, you’re so stunning,” he praises as he uses his other hand to push his curls out of his face. The sight of Warren on top of me is something that I never want to forget. If this is the last time he has his way with me, I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life. His hungry eyes that take the time to admire every inch of my body. The way his hair bounces as his cock pounds deeper inside me than anyone has ever been.

Suddenly, he pulls away, leaving me feeling empty as he lays down beside me.

“Come here darling,” he rests his back on the head board as he pulls me on top of him. “I want you to ride me. Can you do that for me baby,” he asks as he lays sloppy kisses on my neck. I giggle in response as I straddle him, happily allowing him to fill me once again. I let out a moan of relief as that void in my stomach is satisfied.

“Fuck,” Warren grunts. “You take me so well, beautiful,” he whispers as I bounce up and down on his cock. I lean forward to kiss him, muffling the moans coming from both of us. I move my hips in unison with his as his hand grips onto my ass spreading me open so he can pound as deep in me as possible. Im positive he’s leaving fingernail makes in the soft skin, but I don’t dare stop him. Warren reaches a finger down to rub circles on my clit, giving me just what I need to approach my release.

“Fuck,” I moan into our desperate, wet kiss. “Just like that Warren please,” I beg. Feeling my body heat up and my swollen cunt begin to throb. As Warren thrusts exactly where I need him, I come undone around him as I erupt in a fit of moans and praises. The euphoria quickly filling my body as my release drips onto Warrens twitching dick. He quickly throws me off of him, cum shooting up onto my chest and on to his stomach. I swiftly dip my head down, bringing him into my mouth to milk every last drop out of him.

“Fuck y/n!” He moans in surprise. Now it’s his turn to cover his mouth as he rides out his orgasm. I pull away to lay next to Warren, our chests heaving in unison.

“Holly shit,” he laughs after few minutes of comfortable silence. “That was…you were…wow,” he turns his head to smile at me, already looking at him.

“I can say the same to you,” I giggle, running my hand over his chest. He brings me in for one last kiss, this one gentle and kind.

“You can use my shower if you’d like, I’ve made quite the mess of you,” he smirks.

“Thank you,” I smile standing up. “Uhm, we’re definitely not going to tell Dakota about this, right?” I ask, suddenly feeling… not guilty… but nervous and almost excited in a strange way.

“My lips are sealed, beautiful,” he winks, taking my hand to guide me to his bathroom.

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[evanpeterswhoresblog]

A Different Kind of High

Tate Langdon x f!reader

warnings: use of marijuana, smut, p in v, unprotected, slight fingering, lose of virginity, slight innocence kink? lmk if there’s any others!!!

summary: you died a virgin, but that doesn’t mean you need to be one as a ghost…

word count: 1.9k

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“I stole some weed from the newbies, you want some?” Tate asks as he hops up on what used to be your bed.

You’ve been dead for only a few months, living in the imfamous Murder House for a year prior. It was strange being dead, seeing people pass by on the street everyday knowing that’ll never be you again. You suppose this was what you deserved, after all you committed suicide. But never during your life did you think this was what being dead would be like. Trapped in a house with a dozen other ghosts for eternity.

Tate has been your friend since before you died, of course you didn’t know he was a ghost until you joined him on the other side. He’s charming, very down to Earth. You really don’t know much about him, even now. You’ve heard whispers about him being crazy, and you believe it. Sometimes through the night you hear his screams, his murderous laughter. It doesn’t bother you though. You’re already dead, what’s the worst he could do?

“I’ve never smoked before,” you reply.

He chuckles. “Are you serious?”

You turn red. “You saw my parents, they never let me do anything. When I used to go out they’d make me be back by nine. Even on weekends. I always figured they’d know so I didn’t bother.”

“At least tell me you’ve drank.” You shake your head, a small laugh escaping at the face Tate makes. “Have you done anything?”

“I kissed a boy when I was twelve,” you answer honestly.

“Was that your only kiss?”

“Yeah…” You mumble.

“Wow, I can’t believe you’re this innocent, I always thought girls with strict parents did the dirtiest things,” he replies. He grabs the baggie of weed out of his pocket and holds it up. “You’re going to try this, and you’re going to love it.”

You don’t object, and instead watch as Tate begins to role a joint. He does it effortlessly, he’s done it many times before. You know from previous conversations that he’s done drugs much stronger than weed, the main one being cocaine. You had asked him how it felt to do it, to be alive and on a drug so strong. He told you it felt like he needed to run a mile while he was high. He also made you promise to do it with him one day.

When he finishes rolling the joint he offers it to you. “You want the first hit?”

“Fuck it, yeah,” you say.

He gives you a smile that makes butterflies swirl in your stomach. Though the two of you are only friends, you can’t deny how attractive Tate is. Even though everythings only been platonic, sometimes with certain looks and phrases, he makes you feel some special type of way.

You take the joint inbetween your lips, your eyes locked on Tate. He grabs a lighter and lifts it to the other end of the joint.

“I’d usually say take a small hit, but usually it takes a little more to get us high so take as much as you think is necessary,” he explains before lighting the end.

You inhale deeply, the smoke it hot and you know if you were alive it would burn your lungs completely. Thankfully though, it only stings a little. After a few seconds Tate takes it from your lips and you exhale slowly, watching as he repeats your actions. You lean back against the pillows, you feel a little something.

“How long does it usually take to get high?” You ask.

“I dunno a few minutes I guess, why? Do you feel it?”

Your head feels light and the room looks brighter. “I think so, I feel… lighter.”

“Oh yeah, you’re high,” he replies with a laugh.

He lays beside you on the bed, both of you staring at the ceiling in silence. You hear him take a few more puffs of the joint, wondering how he does’t feel anything yet. Your whole body feels electrified, every muscle alive and thriving. You almost feel like how you did before you died, almost. It makes you smile.

“Why did I never try this before…” you mumble, a small laugh leaving your lips. “Fuck I feel good.”

“I know right, it’s pretty great.”

You turn your head and stare at him. “Can I tell you a secret?”

He meets your gaze. “Of course.”

You don’t know where the sudden burst of honesty comes from. Usually, you’re embarrassed to talk about anything you did or more specifically didn’t do in your life. However, as you stare into Tate’s dark eyes you feel the urge to tell him every little detail about you.

“I died a virgin,” you whisper. “Like I never even got fingered or anything.”

You stare at each other for another few seconds before you both burst out into laughter. You don’t know why it’s so funny, but it is. You feel amazing, like you’re on top of the world. But you also feel like every word that comes out of your mouth is hilarious.

“I shouldn’t have said that I’m sorry,” you say as the laughter dies down. “I’m so stupid.”

“Hey, you aren’t stupid. I know a few other ghosts died virgins, like the nurses,” he replies, that stupid smirk on his face.

“God don’t say that!” You exclaim. “At least they chose to die virgins, I tried to hard to be fucked before I died but every time I started to become interested in someone my stupid parents ruined it.”

Tate props his head up on his hand so he’s now looking down at you. “Well on the brightside your parents are gone now so you can fuck anyone you want.”

“Yeah but the options aren’t exactly ideal. There’s really only Travis, but he’d definitely not be the best option for a first time,” you laugh.

“I’m here too you know.”

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“You know what I mean,” Tate answers, his voice quieter than before.

Your laughter stops at his words, and you meet his eyes once again. This time, you can sense something lingering behind his eyes, something you haven’t ever noticed before. You smile, trying to ease the tension that’s filled the room. He’s probably just messing with you. However, he doesn’t smile back at you, his expression stays the same.

You’re in disbelief. Is this real? Is your best friend really telling you he’d take your virginity? This can’t be real, you think. Maybe it’s just because of the weed, maybe it’s doing something to your head. You can’t deny the butterflies that form in your stomach at the thought of it though. Tate would be a good first. He’s experienced, but not with too many people. You find yourself suddenly imaging it, how it would feel, sharing that experience with someone you truly enjoy being around. It wouldn’t be so bad, you decide.

“All right,” You say. You kick your shoes off without breaking eye contact. “Is it going to hurt?”

He smirks and follows your actions. “It usually does the first time.”

You smile and start undoing the buttons on your jeans. You know if you hadn’t taken that puff of the joint you’d be selfconcious getting undressed in front of Tate. He watches you carefully as you remove your pants, your shirt, even your bra. It’s silent, but not an awkward silence, more of a comforting silence. You only look away from him as you slowly pull your panties off and throw them into the newly formed pile of your clothes.

It’s your turn to watch now. Your eyes trail up and down Tate’s body as he slowly undresses. He’s so beautiful, his body is perfect. You can’t stop yourself from reaching over and running your fingertips over the toned muscles of his abdomen. Your eyes meet once again and you almost shiver at how full his eyes have become with lust.

Quickly, he leans his head down and connects your lips to his. The kiss is slow at first, like you’re treading the water. But as you start to understand how it works, you move your lips against his, following his motions. The soft gentle kiss becomes full of passion. You twirl your fingers in his soft blond curls, loving the way his breathing gets heavier as you do so.

He moves on top of you, hit body fitting between your legs swiftly. Your body feels like it’s on fire, your skin feels like it needs to be touched. Tate rests one of his hands beside your head and the other begins to slide down your chest, your stomach, till it reaches the place it was searching for. You feel him smile into the kiss.

“So excited already…” he mumbles.

His fingers run between your folds, collecting the wetness that’s already begun to drip out of you. He circles them on your clit for a few minutes, making you moan from the new but amazing feeling. After that he slides his pointer finger down to your entrance.

“Is this okay?” He asks.

“Yes, thank you.”

“Thank you?” He chuckles. He begins to slowly push his finger inside you and you grab his free arm.

“Thank you for doing this,” you clarify.

“I like how innocent you are, but I can’t lie I’ve always dreamt of being the one to rip that innocence away,” he whispers.

Before you can reply he lowers his head to your neck and begins to leave sloppy kisses along your skin. You can’t believe this is really happening. Once his finger is fully inside you, he starts to thrust it in and out at a slow pace. You moan, your back arching off the matress. He continues this for a few minutes before adding a second, preparing you perfectly for what’s going to come next.

He kisses down your chest until he’s at your breasts. He sucks and licks your nipples, it feels amazing. You can’t take it any longer, you need him. You grab his chin and connect your lips. He kisses you harder than before, biting and sucking your tongue into his mouth. You love it. You can’t get enough of it.

“I’m ready Tate,” you say breathlessly as your lips part. “I want to do it.”

“All right.” He pulls his fingers out of you and you watch him position his hard dick on your entrance. He looks down at you, brushing a piece of hair away from your face. “If it hurts to bad just tell me and I’ll stop okay?”

You nod, and before you can say anything else he starts to move. It hurts, but not too bad. Tate kisses you as he does this, it makes the pain more bearable. You wrap one of your hands around his back, your nails slowly dragging across the skin of Tate’s back. He only kisses you harder. His thrusts are slow, but your thighs still clench around his hips.

After a few minutes he asks if he can go faster, you tell him yes. The pain slowly morphed into a small pleasure that you enjoy. You continue to claw at his back, even more as his pace inscreases. You’re out of breath, the only sounds in the room being your moans along with Tate’s heavy breathing. It’s pure bliss.

The end comes faster than you want, but you don’t mind. You love the way Tate whispers your name as he cums, and how strongly his dick pulses inside you. You hold him close after it’s over, his skin against yours makes you feel alive again.

“Was it okay?” he asks as he lays on you.

“It was perfect,” you answer.

And so it was.

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[jellyluvr]

Tastes delicious

- Peter maximoff x fem!reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

So I'm making peter sub in this one cuz y not. Plus he's definitely not the type to become some daddy so we're going for a sub Peter. No mommy stuff, but there's like typical nicknames. Kinda slow burn

Warnings: sub peter, Dom reader, oral sex, kissing, and actually a little mommy action

Summary: peter is watching a movie with you and there's a scene that gives him a boner.

Word count: 1.6k

(Got gif off pinterest)

Peter was sitting on the couch in the mansion, the lights turned low. It looked pretty gloomy, but your invisibility helped you hide. Peter was watching a 'spicy' movie, which caught your eye. Peter seemed to be enjoying all the kissing and grinding, the bright flashing lights also showing the sexual scenes.

You creeped behind the couch, it sitting in the middle of the lounge, the tv on the wall, a fireplace under it, obviously not lit.

You wanted to stay in there as a secret. You wanted to see what was going to happen, and while peter chomped on his popcorn loudly, the tv also got loud.

But, in a millisecond, peter appeared with a popsicle while he sucked on it. It was about to make you giggle, the way he decided to eat his popsicle.

But now, the scenes were getting a little too much, and it was obvious that peter liked it, a slight, but obvious bulge appearing in his overly tight pants.

You, still hidden in the shadows, finally decided to lean on the couch, it making a squeak noise from it being leather. Peter turned his head immediately, seeing the indent in the couch, no person.

He immediately knew it was you, you were the only one that had invisibility. His face turned a pink color while he looked at you, the movie still playing.

"Hey y/n..." he smiled sheepishly while you showed yourself finally.

"Hi Peter." You smiled back before finding a place on the couch next to him. It was clearly too close for comfort, but peter didn't say anything. Bless his innocent soul.

You were aware of his boner. His very obvious boner. But, it became even more noticeable when you sat down next to him. He didn't do much, he just sat there and continued to watch the movie, you watching his pants instead.

You were wearing a skimpy skirt, 'small as a belt' and a camisole with white lace. You liked wearing white, it brought out the whole invisibility thing. Plus it gave you the nickname ghost. Or ghosty.

But, unfortunately for peter, your skirt was too much for him. For his little goofy brain to comprehend. Yeah, he watched porny movies, but he never tried to do things with girls. It wasn't like he had a chance anyway.

The silence was thick. The only thing in the room making noise was the tv, oddly lewd noises coming from it.

But, the silence broke with you.

"Can you pass me the popcorn please?" You fluttered your eyes at him. Why did you sound so.. seductive..? It was all peter could think about. He didn't even register what you had asked.

"Or don't.. that's okay too." You chuckled lightly before moving your hand over his lap, purposely touching his sensitive boner. He let out a whimper in response. And a cute plea.

"H-hey!..." he said, looking down at your hand. You just giggled slightly.. "what?" You knew exactly what, but it was better to act clueless.

Peter was clearly flustered by this, his face red and his boner almost twitching. The tight restraints of his pants held that back, only making his boner more painful.

Grabbing the popcorn, you placed it on your lap before eating some, making sure to keep peter in view the whole time. You took peice by peice, placing it in your mouth slowly.

"What are you watching anyway? This movie sucks." You reached over to take the remote, not touching his boner this time. He was obviously flustered, he needed touch. His hips even jolted up when you reached your hand over again.

"It's uhm.. nothing. Just change it.. it's fine.." he said, his voice soft and quiet. That was unusual for him. Most of the time he'd be beaming with pride. Now his pride was the equivalent to a squashed berry. Or bug.

"Nothing? Really?" You teased, poking him jokingly. He didn't react, he was still hot, his body acting like a furnace.

"Mhm. Maybe we just shouldn't watch a movie.." he said, still acting like he had been traumatized or something.

"So what do you suggest?" You placed the remote down, also moving the popcorn over.

"No.. I know just the thing actually." You smiled, peter now even more afraid.

And it all made sense when you moved over right onto his lap. He let out a soft gasp, your clothed cunt rubbing right on his boner.

"What..?" He asked his hands staying on the couch, gripping into them slightly.

"What?" You teased again before grabbing one of peters large hands and placing it right on your chest.

"This is okay, right?" You asked. Even though this had all been really sudden, you still asked for his consent even though you knew it'd be yes.

He only nodded, his eyes staring at your chest. You giggled a bit, putting your hands on his shoulders before kissing him lightly.

It had started out sweet and slow, but over the time peter got comfortable and let his tongue enter your mouth. The two of you pulled from the breathy kiss, you smiling and peter just panting, his face a cherry red.

Your hands traveled down his chest before stopping right at the button of his jeans. Before you could even say anything, he said it first.

"Y-yes.." he pushed out, his hands moving down to your waist and rubbing slightly there.

Your smile stayed while you unbuttoned his restraints, his baggy boxers popping out. You pulled his pants down to his knees before placing your fingertips over the little wet spot, stained with precum on his boxers.

"Such a pretty boy.." you rubbed his tip through the fabric while he squirmed a bit, his grip on your waist tightening.

He hummed while you teased him, his hips rolling into your thumb and finger.

"Patience hun.." you purred, letting your fingers travel along his length. He jolted his hips up again, whimpering as you touched him.

"Please..." he cried and you finally moved your hand up to the waistband of his boxers.

"Please what? Use your words, baby." You looked up at him, your finger playing with the waistband. Peters fingers rubbed into your waist while he looked down, huffing a breath.

"Please, momma.." he was desperate for touch clearly. And you had to be good to him, he deserved a little reward, after all.

"Good boy." You praised, letting your fingers go down to touch his rough silver bush, then to his piping hot shaft.

You moved the boxers down more, letting his cock spring free, it letting some pre cum drip out. His tip was a rosey pink, his veins active.

He let out little moans when you touched him, them being perfect in every way. The sounds he let out when you rubbed your thumb over his tip made you feel a little spark in your stomach.

"Mmm.." he moaned, his hips rolling a bit to feel more of your touch. You didn't mind, you just wanted him to feel good.

Your hand slipped down his length, feeling every vein and pulse in him, hearing ever moan and whimper.

All of it got you worked up too, but peter was more worked up.

You moved your hand up and down at a steady pace, his pre cum acting as a sweet lubricant.

But, your hand went quicker with no warning. Peter bit his lip but noises still seeped out.

And peter became a mess. Like melting butter in your hands.

His hips jolted up again, but went down as you pulled your hand off. He was about to say something before you stuck your mouth on his tip, your tongue swirling around skillfully.

His breath hitched and whatever he was about to say became letters on a fridge. All scrambled and incoherent.

He couldn't help but let a moan slip when you tucked your tongue under his shaft and began bobbing your head. His tip hit the back of your throat, you gagging a little.

Drool seeped down his shaft, it making him squirm a bit more.

"OooOoh!~" he moaned, his hands grabbing onto your hair tight. His short fingernails dug into your scalp as you sucked, pulling off and slurping a bit before returning to your previous position.

It drove peter crazy. The way you moved your tongue, the way you felt on his cock.. he loved it. It was like a drug he couldn't get enough of.

He moved his hips into your mouth, making you gag some more.

"Fuck- I'm gonna cum.. I'm gonna cum.." he said breathlessly, his eyes shut while he took a few deep breaths.

You pulled up, your mouth secure on his tip while you looked up at him. Your tongue continued to assault his slit while your hands went to his shaft, moving with no mercy.

He let out a loud moan, squirming a bit. You sucked harder, your cheeks hallowed while he became a moaning mess infront of you.

"F-fuck!!~" he said, just under a shout. Then, warm thick cum filled your mouth, it landing right on your tongue.

You pulled off, swallowing what he left in your mouth before standing up and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

His chest rose frantically while his mouth stayed slightly open, his dick finally softening up a bit.

"Tastes delicious." You smiled at him while he just tried to calm down. His face was still hot, and you were still extremely horny.

"W-wait..." he said, his head turning to you, his eyes half lidded.

"Hm?" You hummed, that cheeky smile still on your face.

"Can I return the favor..?"

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Sorry if it's kinda choppy. I tried tho! 🤧

And should I make a taglist? 😭

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[babygorewhore]

Texting the Evan’s. They get jealous.

Your boyfriends text you after noticing another male is around. What do they say? WARNINGS! Kai being a dick. And James being a murderer. Requested by @ceramlacrimula

Tate Langdon.

“Hey, babe. You still hanging out with friends?”

“Yes, my best friend and Steve (idk boy names)

“…Steve??”

“Yes.”

“Well damn. I guess you don’t want to talk to me then.”

“Tate.”

“Yeah?”

“He’s gay.”

“Oh-“

Kit walker.

“So-I uh-saw that guy be real close to you in that picture you sent me.”

“Oh yeah, he was being a little shit.”

“I see. He still bothering you?”

“Not really. Just a little handsy that’s all.”

“Handsy? What does that mean?”

“He keeps putting his arm around my shoulder, and shit like that. Nothing that serious.”

“Beat his ass.”

“KIT!”

Kyle Spencer.

“You’re mine.”

“What?”

“Mine.”

“Why are you saying that, babe?”

“The picture. Mine.”

“Kyle, sweetie, that’s my brother.”

“…👀”

Kai Anderson. Oh lord.

“When you get home, I’m going to punish you.”

“For what?”

“You know exactly what. Don’t act so innocent.”

“Kai. I told you. He was just being nice.”

“Yeah, I know exactly what all ‘nice’ guys think. I used to be one of them.”

“Yeah, right.”

“So, now you wanna have a smart mouth. You just want to be punished.”

“…I’m sorry.”

“You will always know you belong to me.”

Jimmy darling

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“What? Jimmy, of course not! Why do you say that?”

“You seemed awfully cozy with that guy earlier.”

“It was nothing. He just happened to be in line too. Were you stalking me?”

“No, I was just waiting and I saw you. Does he need a Jimmy Darling ass kicking?”

“Jimmy, you can’t beat up every single man who talks to me.”

“Watch me.”

James Patrick March.

“Darling, I’m afraid one of my best suits needs cleaning. I fear I won’t look as dapper for our dinner tonight.”

“I thought you just had it cleaned?”

“I did, dearest. However, events led to it becoming tarnished.”

“Such as?”

“Well remember that, scoundrel who came to the Cortez yesterday? The one who couldn’t keep his hands off you?”

“James. Tell me you didn’t kill him. You promised.”

“But my little mouse, you didn’t hear him speaking after you left. I simply didn’t have a choice.”

“You killed him because you were jealous. James, I thought you were above that.”

“I’m afraid not, my pet. And now for the rest of his eternal life, he will only see that you’re mine.”

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[quicksilversg1rl]

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. 

****

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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[deadgirlzneedlovetoo]

Could you write a smut for a modern Kit Walker x reader where they play bets and she ends up over his lap for a spanking as they've bet the loser would get?

You Needed this Didn't You?

pairing: dom kit walker x female sub reader

warnings: not proof read, spanking (obviously), some light degradation (tried to make him mostly praise you cause that just seems more like him.)

After making breakfast for Kit, you watch him eat his food quickly. “What’s the rush sweetheart?” You ask intently. “I’m just running a bit late for work princess, I’ll be back at 6 (pm) at the latest.” He responds rubbing his mouth with his hands. Quickly getting up he makes his way over to you. Placing his hands on your waist and pulling you in for an intimate kiss. “Baby.. I really wish I could stay but how about this let’s make a bet hmm?” You look up nervously at him furrowing your brows in confusion. “How about this..” his whispers into your ear, “If you make it through the whole day without me.. I’ll do whatever you want yeah?” You nod and look in his eyes filled with darkness and lust. “And what would I have to do if I call you home?” You ask hesitantly. He smirks and brings you closer to him breathing warmly on your neck. “You’ll have to wait and see..” He pulls away from you before giving you another peck on the cheek and leaving. 

2 hours later..

The warmth in your core was too much to handle. You tried getting off but you quickly found out that only his fingers could make you feel good and get you over the edge. Sighing you reached over to your phone before pulling up your messages and clicking on Kit’s contact. Typing rather quickly you nervously send the text. Kit looks at his happily reading the text. “Kit I didn’t want to have to do this but please come home. I need you.” He quickly got up and said he was clocking out early. His hands tightly gripped the steering wheel as he sped home. His veins prominent and his mind racing with what he’s going to do with you. 

Current time..

You have to admit you sorta forgot how you ended up in this spot. You laying across Kit’s lap while he slaps your ass consistently. Rubbing his hand on the swollen cheek and smirking to himself. “What’s wrong princess? Didn’t you say you needed me?” He teases as another harsh slap lands on your ass. Tears fall down your cheeks as Kit continues massaging your ass which is now pink from how hard he was hitting you. “It’s okay darling just a few more.” He says his voice deep and low as he hits you again this time seeming harder than the others. A loud moan erupting from your throat as you feel yourself getting even wetter. Kit notices and his hand travels to your wet folds slightly dipping his finger in covering it in your juices before lifting it up to your face. Hovering his hand in front of your face you let out a small whimper. “You see this princess? This is how wet you get for me.. how needy and desperate you get when I touch you.” He brings his fingers to his mouth licking them before grabbing your chin with his fingers still covered in your wetness. “You wanted this didn’t you? Wanted me to spank you and degrade you like a dumb slut huh? It’s okay princess, I know how you wanna be treated now I’ll make you feel good..” Putting his hands at your waist he props you up, you now facing him and your hands traveling across his chest. He smiles and tucks a small strand of hair of yours away. His hands cup your head as he leans in to kiss you rough and passionately moaning into your mouth as his tongue shoves his way into your mouth. You can’t help but fall into him, your body weak and your core still aching and warm. He pulls away and slides his hands down to your waist, helping you grind against his already hard dick. He whimpers and continues kissing you while bucking up into your warm heat. His pants strain against the very obvious boner and add to the friction of your grinding. “I’m close princess… fuck your doing so good..” He whimpers out barely able to form proper sentences. You quickly feel your orgasm following and you speed up your pace. Completely ignoring Kit’s hands trying to slow you down. You moan loudly as you feel yourself coming undone on Kit’s lap. His orgasm soon following after yours as he mutters small praises while you rest your head on his shoulder. “We should do this more often hm?” He says chuckling. “You did really good for me princess you know that? I’m so proud of you.” He says softly while smiling at you.

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[my-own-walker]

hii can you do a james smut where he and the reader are a couple and during the devil's night the reader talks a lot with one of the guests and james gets jealous?

If You Were A Blood-Letter

note: yes indeedy anon, i can give it a stab for ya

warnings: sm*t duh, fem!reader, murder mentions and stuff, violence mentions, dom JPM, low-key degradation maybe??, choking, James being rough, etc

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It was the night we had been looking forward to for the whole year.

Before James, it was just Halloween to me. A night of children knocking on doors in cheap costumes begging for candy from strangers. It was drinking too much at some party in a slutty costume to impress some guy. It was carving pumpkins and corny movies and the doorbell ringing all night.

But with James, it wasn’t ‘Halloween.’ It was Devil’s Night. It was our special day. All of our heroes came to celebrate in a night of utterly disturbing splendor. We reveled in the chaos and the indecent.

We were an infamous duo known around the Cortez. Our murder sprees were revered by many. James didn't expect me to be so ruthless when we met. I truly appreciated regular nights of the old 'ultra-violence.' It made James crazy for me.

The first time I killed someone was under the careful supervision of my dear James. It was exhilarating. An immediate addiction. As he drank in the flash of sinful delight that flashed across my eyes when I plunged the knife into the repairman's chest, he knew he had found a soulmate in me.

We, as partners in crime, took great pride in our Devil's Night celebration. I adopted James' tradition. Took to it like a duck to water. I was awe-struck meeting the likes of Richard Ramirez and Aileen Wuornos.

This particular year, we were more than excited to welcome the Zodiac Killer for the first time. The actual Zodiac, maskless. He had attended the soiree some years prior, but James implored him not to return unless he would shed his cowardice. Hiding behind a mask was a sign of weakness in James' eyes.

The Zodiac's RSVP to the event was a welcome arrival at our door. And when he showed up the night of, we were more than elated to see the man behind the murder. We, arm-in-arm, greeted him at the door with bright smiles. We fashioned ourselves to be a bit like Morticia and Gomez Addams, in a way. In short, I'll admit, we were slightly corny. A caricature of murderers in love.

I was entranced by our new guest, though. As the night roared on, I couldn't help but gravitate toward The Zodiac Killer. His tales of murder and woe were of much interest to me. Gacy droned on about the same clown costume story he did every year. I had heard Ramirez's cool-guy act before. I wanted to know all about the new guest. What made him tick.

James shot me a glance across the room as I took up a seat right next to our guest of honor for the fifth time that night. I couldn't quite make out his expression. I assumed it was one of pride and admiration. After minutes of listening to another one of The Zodiac's stories, James approached the table.

'My, you two are fast friends, now, aren't you?' he cooed, a slight edge to his voice. His eyes screwed shut ever so slightly at the word 'fast.'

'He is quite an interesting man, James,' I replied.

'Interesting, you say. Interesting....' he weighed the word aloud as if he didn't quite understand what I meant by it.

'I- I wouldn't say interesting, just new,' The Zodiac clamored shyly. He was being all too modest.

'Y/N, my dear, may I speak with you in the bedroom? At once?' James gritted, extending a hand to help me up. I took it and followed him through the suite, weaving around the sick and twisted activities of the night.

'Ohhhhh! They're gonna fuck!' Ramirez shouted childishly after us. Wuornos cackled obnoxiously.

James held the bedroom door opened and gestured for me to enter. He slammed the door behind him and rounded on me.

'Whatever do you think you're doing?' he whispered harshly, standing so close to me I could hardly breathe. I looked up at him with pleading eyes.

'What do you mean?' I asked, baffled.

'Dallying and toying with our guest of honor,' he spat. 'Like some sort of floozy. Are you trying to embarrass me?'

'No, James, it wasn't like that. At all,' I declared, keeping as level a head as I could. 'I admire him, is all.'

'Admire, you say?' James challenged.

'Oh, stop being a pest!' I cried. 'You're taking everything I'm saying the wrong way on purpose, like a petulant child.'

'I am not being petulant. I am simply protecting what is mine,' he asserted lowly.

'I can handle myself perfectly well, James.'

'You do know you're mine, yes?' he breathed. 'All mine.'

'James-'

I was cut off by him hungrily putting his lips on mine. He grabbed the neckline of my off-the-shoulder gown and tore it brutishly, forgoing the readily available zipper. The fabric fell heavily, pooling at my ankles. He whisked me off my feet and threw me down onto the bed. I sank into the top of the plush duvet, which felt extra soft against my naked skin. Goosebumps covered my whole body.

James stood at the edge of the bed, drinking me in as he briskly took his own clothing off. I panted, awaiting my fate. He joined me, poised just atop me, supporting his weight on his hands. I grabbed his bare shoulders and pulled him in, resuming our kissing.

He lined himself up with my entrance and thrust into me impatiently. I gasped sharply at the sudden contact. His massive cock penetrated me powerfully. He ran his finger over my lips, then dragged it down my body, continuing to drive into me. The other found its place rigidly around my throat. I choked quietly, reveling in the moment. My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt myself start to lose consciousness.

But that wasn't enough.

He pulled out of me and flipped me over harshly, positioning me on my hands and knees.

'Who owns you? Say my name, dearest,' he purred.

'James,' I breathed. He tutted disapprovingly.

'Now now, I won't give you what you want until you say it how I like you to say it,' he scolded. He ran his hand through my hair and tugged tightly, pulling my head back just enough that I could cast my gaze up at him. It was a grip so tight I couldn't help but whimper.

'James,' I pleaded, whining slightly.

'Nuh-uh,' he taunted, 'not quite.' His other hand gripped my ass. His fingers dug into me greedily.

'James!' I cried loudly. It was exactly what he wanted. His hard dick re-entered me from behind, sending shockwaves throughout my middle. He ravaged me, making me squeal and squirm with every pump. The waves of orgasm overtook me, making my vision go blurry and my limbs feel weak, but James wasn't quite finished.

I whimpered loudly as he continued to plunge into me. With a few final thrusts, he came with a stifled groan. He, as a man of class, never came too loudly. After all, we did have guests.

I collapsed onto my stomach much like a ragdoll as James pulled out of me. I felt the pressure on the bed change as James got up to retrieve his undergarments. the man of class also never lounged in the nude. He returned to me and gently coaxed me to turn over. I looked at him through the strands of hair that had fallen into my face.

'My angel,' he sighed. 'All mine.' He grabbed me by my chin and kissed me, softer this time.

I hummed in contentment.

'Are we clear? You are mine,' he asked, pulling away.

'You're my one and only, and I am yours,' I assured with a soft smile.

'Now, shall we return and show them what a united front we are?' he suggested.

'Fuck 'em,' I growled, having regained enough strength to mount him and go for a second round.

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I really had a tough time writing this week. Hope I can get back into the swing VERY soon!!

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[flwersgarden]

do you think you could maybe write for Yandere James Patrick March ? 🫣

note: U ARE SO REAL FOR THIS ONE #YAS OF COURSE IM GONNA WRITE FOR MY BAE

“ darling? ”

that voice. it makes you roll your eyes.

can you die again? sometimes you feel like you're getting suffocated whenever you even think about him.

“ oh! there you are, my sweet bee. ”

you grimace before quickly turning around, changing your expression to a smiley face.

“ james. ” you say with a small bow before extending your hand to his lips.

he quickly understands the motion and crouches in front of you, taking your hand delicately in his before kissing each one of your knuckles with soft kisses. in the third kiss you suddenly rip your hand out of his hold, james just shudders in excitement before standing up.

“ you are a goddess, my darling. ”

you were used to his... antics, been dead for a hundred years and half of them were spent by him pestering your time. claiming to be absolutely in love with you.

“ i know, james dearest. ” you turn around, grabbing a bottle of alcohol, pouring it into a fancy glass. “ what do you want. ” you harshly say, downing the whole glass in one go.

james raised his eyebrows a bit, still smiling, before screaming an, “ of course! ”, shaking his head while you grit your teeth.

“ i'm going to throw a party and i would like for you to be my guest. ”

you turn around, the glass forgotten as you slammed it into the small table. “ a party? for what? ”

you were used to james' weird impulses of showing to everyone just how pretentious he could be but the mention of a party just made you confused.

“ yes! exactly! ” he exclaims with his hands raised. “ why should anyone have a purpose to do a party, hm? ” he trails as he walks from side to side, not leaving your room just yet.

you roll your eyes for the second time. “ stop talking. ” you puff out as you sat in a chair, james immediately shutting his mouth.

one thing you did like about him is how well he takes orders.

“ i get it. i'll go to your... whatever. ” you trail off a bit before finishing with the swish of your hand but before your hand could go to your lap again, james catches it with a much bigger smile on his face.

uh-oh.

you fucked up.

“ my dearest beloved! ” he squeals like a teenager being told yes to prom, his knees hitting the floor with a grimacing sound. “ you won't regret it- i swear it on the moon and stars! ” he starts a trail of kisses from your hand to your shoulder and before he could reach your lips, your other hand pushes him.

“ then don't waste the chance. ” you stand up, leaving james sitting on the floor with the biggest smile on his face.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️

next time you see him, you are called by liz to be on the dining room by eight.

you get yourself to look even more beautiful than ever and when you're satisfied with your results, you go down the stairs.

when you reach the end of them, though, you notice the hotel is too... quiet.

very quiet.

you frown as you look around, perhaps everyone's pranking you and are hidden... perhaps-.

“ y/n. ”

liz's voice startles you, turning around quickly to where she stood.

“ he's waiting. ”

you take the last step and walk to the dining room.

you don't know why did you expect everyone to be there, deadly silent. but the only thing that welcomes you is james standing in front of the table, opening his arms when he sees you; his eyes even lightning up.

“ bumblebee! ”

you give a tight smile. “ where's everyone? ” you ask, clearly ignoring james' attempt of hugging you.

he gets the idea and his arms stand by each side of his body again. “ here! ”

you incredulously look around, scoffing at the sight. “ i just see two. ”

he laughs while nodding, opening his arms again; this time to state a fact. “ a party of two! ”

oh, you could rip him to shreds.

if he wasn't already dead, his head would be hanging on the ceiling with half of his body missing.

instead of killing him, you just walk to the chair sitting on the end of the table, james jogging to catch up and giving you a seat, like the true gentleman he is. he chuckles as you sit before walking to his own seat, clearing his throat.

“ dearest, i hope you know. ” he seems to want to blush, looking at the empty plate in a way to avoid your piercing gaze. “ that i love you so much. ”

“ clearly. i am aware. ”

“ splendid! ” he claps, his elbows resting on the table. “ then you understand how people like me show their love? ”

you nod, clearly not interested in anything that came out of your plan. you were still planning his... second death?

“ perfect. ” he slightly raises his head as the doors of the kitchen opens behind him.

two people reach each other, one serving you wine and the other one serving him champagne. james quickly dismisses them while his eyes still saw you as if he was trying to memorize every single detail in your pretty face.

you drink a bit of your wine.

“ ah, the food! ” he chuckles, finally letting you breathe as he looks at the silver plates that were reaching the both of you.

you expect to find one of those expensive meals james brags about.

but the moment both waiters raise what covered the food, your breath hitches.

there it was. your closest friend's head, with theirs mouth open and eyes wide.

you befriended them when they asked for a room in this ugly hotel, they found you an interesting person and you did too. you must admit now that you were feeling a slight crush.

it seemed like james found out longer before you did.

“ i don't like when you show other people attention. ” james suddenly says, your eyes traveling from the grotesque head to his face.

he swirls his glass before taking a sip of his drink.

“ you hate my affection yet you crave others? ” he asks you while his eyes went from the glass to yours. you tremble in your seat.

“ it seemed like you forgot, darling.. who's in charge of this hotel and therefore you. ” his tone is harsh, no longer the sweet enamored tone he always uses when he addresses you. “ you truly think i can't torture you now that you're dead? ”

you look down to his plate, it had a heart in it... still beating, it seemed.

“ oh, dear. ” he feigns pity. “ i will always find nee ways to torture my way into your heart. ” he ever but softly says, mocking you and the break of your heart.

a clap makes you jump as you looked at him.

a beat of silence.

“ oh, isn't this romantic? ” he says as he rests his chin in the palms of his hands, looking at you with those same crazy eyes, his whole demeanor changing from threating to lover boy. “ you look so adorable, i could kiss you. ”

you could kill him.

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[yes-divine-ruler]

James Patrick March x Fem!Reader Smut - “For Eternity” (18+)

request by @demxnicprxncess &lt;3

CW: reader takes their own life!!!, mentions of James’s horrific necrophilia, negative self-talk, angst, fingering, penetrative sex and fluff <;3

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Word count: 2296

The hallways of the Hotel Cortez were filled with the macabre screams of your husband's most recent victim. The hotel's occupants were becoming increasingly concerned with the noise, so you took it upon yourself to warn your husband to put a plug on his murderous past time until everyone was at ease. After all, you both still had a business to run and without occupants, James’s blood-thirst would never be satiated.

The loud clacking of your t-strap heels were muted by the carpet once you ascended the stairs to the first floor. Fixing your hair as it fell in your face and smoothing out your drop waist dress, you approached room 64. The wailing had come to a halt, and as your hand hovered over the brass door handle, you thought that maybe it might've been over, and you wouldn't have to disturb your deranged husband at work.

But, deciding you wanted to see him regardless, you pushed open the door. Your hands flew to cover your mouth, tears pricking your eyes at the sight in front of you. James was in the process of slicing his victim with more than one knife, but was also slotted between her legs. You'd seen James kill a multitude of times, your marriage wouldn't work if that was kept secret, but it was unbeknownst to you that he later used them for sexual gratification.

"James?"

His head turns at the sound of your voice, his face falling when he registers what you'd walked in on.

"Darling, you needn't be in here, you know I'm busy," his tone is laced with remorse, as he removes himself from the woman, and tucks himself away.

"What is this?" You ask him, your hands still covering your mouth in shock, now bound to be covered in red lipstick, "you're sleeping with them now?"

Your chest hurt. You were so in love with this man, and nothing could ever convince you to be unfaithful to your marriage. Did he not reciprocate your love? Your absolute devotion seemed to be entirely disregarded; what you’d just witnessed a huge slap in the face. Your husband. Your husband.

"My dear it's not you," James grumbles, pacing towards you, "it satisfies my deepest, darkest desires, so I can then give you the best of me darling."

“Okay. Um-I’m just going to go, leave you to it,” you choke out, turning on your heels and closing the door behind you. Your heart felt like it was completely shattered; you weren’t enough for your husband because you were incapable of making him feel whole. In this moment, nothing anyone could say or do would convince you otherwise.

Marching down the hall with tears running down your face, the image of James with his victim replayed over and over in your mind like a broken record.

“Honey? Are you okay?” Liz Taylor placed a hand reassuringly on your shoulder; you hadn’t even noticed you were passing her.

“Yes, I’m sorry Liz, I have something I must attend to,” you brushed her off, aiming for the stairs and climbing to the penthouse on the highest floor.

Would you be punishing yourself or James more if you decided to retrieve the revolver from the first drawer of your nightstand? You knew that like your husband, you’d be stuck here, for eternity, never able to leave. Despite his overt infidelity, you argued with yourself whether he’d still be devastated with your death. “What did it matter?” You told yourself, reaching for the cold metal barrel of the gun, “he deserves devastation for what he did.”

It crosses your mind that maybe there was no ammunition in the cylinder, and if there was, maybe it was a sign. So you held it to your open mouth, and left your fate up to chance.

Squeezing your eyes shut and choking on woeful sobs, your forefinger rested gently on the trigger. Your whole hand shook as you dropped to your knees, now holding the grip with both hands to try and steady yourself.

Come on, come on, do it. He doesn’t love you, you’re not enough for him, just do it already - your mind was full with the same few whirling thoughts.

“Y/N!”

You opened your eyes as the door suddenly flew open, James standing in his bloodied apron in the doorway. The sight of him had you blink away more tears, shaking your head furiously as he approached you.

“My love- don’t be absurd, put down the gun,” James held his hands out to show he wasn’t a threat as he approached you, his eyes wild with something you didn’t see often, fear. It wasn’t enough for you to deter your eyes from the apron, that you knew he wore while he worked, and it only reminded you of what you walked in on earlier.

“Goodbye James,” your eyes closed again, followed by the fatal pull of the trigger.

You sat up, your eyes opening wide in surprise. You felt light, and numb, and wondered if you were dreaming. When your final moments flashed before you, you knew this wasn’t a dream, for you finally knew what it felt like to be dead. You felt hollow, but the ghost of your heartbeat still pounded in your ears, and you still looked around curiously to see where you’d ended up.

Clothed in a champagne-coloured silk nightgown and tucked tightly in your bed, you searched the familiarity of your bedroom for James. Almost as if he heard you stir and wake, he entered the room, in a white wife-beater and a pair of white underwear.

“You’re awake,” he spoke softly, as if you were made of glass.

You looked at him and noticed his downcast eyes, lowered lip corners, and slanting inner eyebrows. Your senses seemed to work in slow motion as he meandered over to the bed and sat on the edge.

“James? Did I die?” You ask, but you knew it was the same as asking if the sky was blue. To hear him say it would only make it real.

You reached out to grab onto his hand as he offered it to you. Despite how angry and upset you were with him before, it seemed to dissipate when you crossed into the afterlife.

“I’m afraid so, dear,” he answered, biting down on his bottom lip.

“What does this mean?” He laid down beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. He already missed the sound of your beating heart.

“You know what this means,” he whispered, “Our souls will be forever trapped here in the Hotel Cortez.”

Your next question was not in sequence with the others, but being once again wrapped in your husband’s arms, it felt right to ask.

“Do you love me James?”

You looked up to capture his reaction, his eyes only shuttering in disbelief as a small chuckle left his lips.

“More than anything, you know that. How obscene!” He manoeuvred you both in the bed to a seated position, “to see you die was by far the worst thing I’d bore witness to.”

James was a man of his word, and he would never lie to you, but you couldn’t help but still feel defeated by what you saw prior to your death.

“Shall I prove it to you?” He suggested when you didn’t respond, as you lay on his chest, slotted between his legs, his back rested on your plush headboard.

You weren’t sure what he might be offering, until his hands caressed the curvature of your hips, and travelled down to your thighs. The feeling of your husband’s hands were enough to make your eyes flutter shut and your lips to part; he knew you were wholly enraptured by his charm.

“My magnificent wife, my right hand woman, for you know I love to pleasure you- I will show you how much I love you,” James whispers in your ear, as his fingers ball up the hem of your nightgown, and grip onto your inner thighs to spread open your legs.

Your ache for him only intensified as he rid of your panties by pulling them down your legs, holding your thigh open with one hand tucked under your leg, bringing the other to his lips. His fingers slotted into his mouth to soak in his own saliva, before they found your clit.

A shuddering breath left your parted lips as he began to rub slow, delicate circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. The wetness of his fingers only made the moment more sensual. His fingers gathered the hair by your neck, placing the strands over your shoulder. He littered gentle kisses down your smooth skin, his lips soft like velvet. Your hands gripped at the sheets beneath you, as you spread your legs further apart to give him access to all of you.

Smiling against your skin, his finger dipped between your slick folds, collecting your already dripping arousal before returning to circle your clit.

“How does that feel my love?” He asks you, your eyes still screwed shut as you focused on the jolts of electricity coursing through your body from your stimulated core.

“So good James, oh my god,” you were already like putty in his hands. His fingers once again came down to your pulsing entrance, and with ease he inserted two fingers knuckle-deep.

A lengthy moan left your lips as his thumb now made work of your clit, his fingers beginning to pump inside you at a slow, steady pace. The room was filled with your noises, proof of your yearning and it was so crude it made a blush flourish across your face.

“You feel amazing, you are truly one of a kind,” James said, “I love how you clench around me.”

His words of praise in your ear had your legs shaking in bliss. His fingers thrust faster inside you, curling up to reach your spot of intense pleasure. Your hand untangled from the sheets to grab ahold of his wrist as he continued to plunge deeper inside you.

“That’s it baby,” he encouraged, “release onto my fingers.”

You reached your peak, closing your legs around James’s hand as he pleasured you through your orgasm. Your loud mewling provoked a low moan from James, who loved to marvel at you through your climaxes.

Once you’d come down from your high, James’s fingers abandoned you, and he moved from behind you, laying you down on the bed. He crawled on-top of you, sliding between your open legs and pulling down his underwear.

“My god I love when you cum, look how turned on I am,” James groaned, stroking his throbbing erection, spreading your arousal down his length.

“Make love to me James,” you begged, biting down on your bottom lip in anticipation for him to enter you.

“My pleasure darling,” he leaned down and connected your lips in a passionate kiss, as he simultaneously lined himself up at your entrance.

You gasped through the kiss as he entered you once again, encouraging him to bite down on your bottom lip and slide his tongue into your mouth. The slight pain of his teeth quickly subsided as his cock stretched out your inner walls, his tongue dancing with yours. It was hard to know where to put your hands, but you opted to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders for some leverage. James bottomed out inside you, hissing between clenched teeth as he felt the full extent of your warmth.

“Just like I said, one of a kind,” he breathed out, his hips beginning to rock to the steady beat of a silent drum. You’d never felt so full, your well-endowed husband the only man to ever perfectly fill you. Your thighs squeezed around his hips, as his thrusts only picked up in pace.

James steadied himself above you with outstretched arms either side of your head, as he continuously brushed against your g-spot. Whimpering, and in a total mess beneath him, your second time coming undone was on the rise.

“Darling, fuck,” James cursed, his own eyes shuttering closed as he felt the distinct tightness in his groin indicating he wouldn’t last for much longer either.

You could feel the telltale twitching of his throbbing cock inside you, arching your back only to have him thrust into you at a better, deeper, angle. It untied the aching knot in your stomach, your walls squeezing around James as you almost screamed at the feeling of your second blissful release.

James came shortly after, coating your inner walls in his warm seed, collapsing atop your shaking body as he came down from his high. You held him to your chest as he left kisses across the skin on your collarbone.

“Do you believe me now?” He spoke into your skin, before raising his head to peer into your tired, hooded eyes.

“Yes, I love you,” you said, kissing his lips once again before pulling away, although you could stay lip locked to him forever.

He pulled out with a wide smile, standing to retrieve his boxers before tucking himself back into bed beside you. His expression turned solemn.

“My love, how foolish it was of you to end your life, to be so cruel to yourself,” he whispered to you, “I never wanted to hurt you.”

You let out a deep sigh, yet you didn’t feel regret about what you did. In the end, you’d be with James until the end of time, and that outweighed the pros of being alive.

“I only need you,” you replied, resting a hand on his toned chest, gripping onto his wife-beater.

It took James a moment to reply.

“And I you, my beauty,” he said finally.

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[ev4npeterslover]

jpm x reader (warning: smut, and all that stuff that’s in smut’s😭)

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You and Liz were talking and drinking at the bar like y’all always do. Liz were always curious about your relationship with James but you would always that “it’s just fine, nothing special” but this time you were a little bit more drunk that usual

“So now are you going to tell me a little bit more about you and James?” Liz asked you

“I don’t know, I mean I love him but I don’t think he loves me as much as I do” you responded quietly

“Wait what do you mean?”

“I love him so much really, but I still think he love the countess, I try not to think like this but this shit is hard”

“Oh honey I’m sure that he loves you and you don’t have to worr-“

She didn’t finish as she looked behind you, she stared to pretend that she was looking for something

You laid your head on the table and lit up your cigarette as you heard loud footsteps, suddenly someone grabbed you by your arm and dragged you to the lift, when you were in the lift you saw that James was the one that took you from the bar

“What the fuck are you doing?” You asked angrily

“What am I doing? What are you doing talking about me like this darling?”

He grabbed you by the waist at lifted you up by your arms and kness, he carried you to your shared bedroom with him. He putted you down on the bed and started kissing your neck and also leaving hickey’s. You let out a soft moan so he know that you enjoy this and you want more. You wanted to take his pants off but he stopped you.

“No darling, you have to beg me now as your punishment for accusing me of not loving you”

You were so wet already just by the kisses that you would do anything now to feel him

“Oh please mr.march I beg you please fuck me”

You said with puppy eyes, and sweetes voice you could manage to do.

“I can’t resist you anymore darling” he said and started to take your dress off.

You were all his you wanted to feel his every inch, move just him in you.

“I’m so sorry mr.march that I said such cruel things about you I will never forgive myself I love you.”

The dress was already thrown out on the floor, your panties as well, you were laying only in your bra while James was also only in his boxers kissing you on your neck but slowly going down, he was unzipping your bra as you felt his erection getting bigger and bigger, you slided your hand into his boxers and slowly jerking james off, you could hear his moans in your ears so clear that you were getting also more wetter second by second.

You felt his hand sliding down and rubbing your cunt slowly you started to moan and gently whimpering you wanted more from him, you wanted to feel him inside you.

“Fuck me mr. March” you whispered to his ear

He took of his boxers, you could see his pre-cum, he went in. Out let out the loudest moan anyone could ever imagine you were sure everyone in the hotel heard you, you felt your walls hugging his dick around

“Oh Y/N you’re so tight and wet, you’re perfect”

He started to move more quickly and started to be more rough on you, his dick felt amazing in you, you could never have enough of him

“Harder mr. March! I’m so close” you screamed

He just smirked

He moved even faster which made you go to your climax right away, you cummed and moaned that loud that James cover your mouth with his hand. He didn’t stop moving, he was still going fast

You could feel that he was close too.

“Cum inside me mr. March” you moaned

“Always my dear”

You could feel your insides getting filled up my James cum, your legs were shaking, you were in heaven you don’t remember when was the last time you had such a great sex with james.

“I love you my dear Y/N” james said playing with your hair, laying next to you.

“I love you too mr. March” you said kissing his on the cheek.

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[stilespeters]

masterlist

Thank you for your patience while I work on the requests given!

smut= *

The Evans

As the world caves in

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6)

In a post apocalyptic world full with flesh eating Geeks, you, a lone survivor meet an unusual group of boys. Brothers, to be exact.

Evan Peters

It started with a cowbell

After performing at your best friend's wedding, you meet a shy guy. Who knew a cowbell could be the start of a blooming romance?

Tate Langdon

none

Colin Zabel

salvation (series)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6)

7 years after the reign of terror caused by Kai Anderson, a detective is called to Brookfield Heights to solve a string of murders. In the meantime, a girl who struggles to find her place in the world, tries her best to move on from an incident that happened years ago. When worlds collide, they're each other's only salvation.

late night admiration

After Colin worked overtime, he drove home to see you sleep peacefully in your shared bed

James March

you stabbed me?

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

Kit Walker

the calm before the storm

Kit comforts you when you get a nightmare about a certain event that took place at Briarcliff

a proposition

After Kit takes the blame for something you did, you and him make an agreement for the following night.

as it was

The relationship of you and Kit is put to the test when Kit is framed for the Bloodyface murders. Once he is let out from hell on earth, you two try and mend what's broken and reminiscence about the last night everything was still normal

Kai Anderson

Keep your head up

(part 1) (part 2*) (part 3)

Kai thinks you're the mole and makes a life changing decision. After deja vu and a walk down memory lane, he discovers something that destroys not only his dignity, but also his life. Revenge never sounded this sweet before

Kyle Spencer

none

Jimmy Darling

milkshake date

You and Jimmy go on a date on Valentine's Day. You share a milkshake and stargaze on the roof.

Peter Maximoff

none

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[lcnelyghost]

Hey, this could be just a jpm request or with the evans but how they would react to a s/o who swears alot 💀💀

help i literally love this idea. as someone who’s scottish and has a habit of swearing quite a bit, i just KNOW james finds bad language atrocious 😭

watch you’re tongue//jpm

pairings: james patrick march x fem reader

rating: pg??

warnings; none! perhaps a lot of harsh language but this is literally tumblr lmfao

“OH FUCK RIGHT OFF!!! I CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS SHITTY FUCKING THING!!!” You screamed, slamming you’re phone down harshly onto the table. Why was it so hard to not have autocorrect on you’re ass all the time?

Meanwhile, Mr March was in his office, listening to you go off about whatever you had been doing for the past hour or so. He groaned slightly at the foul words you were currently saying. He should’ve grown used to this daily routine by now. If you got angry at even the slightest little thing, you’d full on explode. That was why James would often hear a string of curses come fumbling out of you’re mouth.

“NOOOOOO!! OH GET YOURSELF TO FUCK ALREADY!” You yelled again. James pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, muttering something to himself with great annoyance.

“FUCK THIS SHIT!” You repeated over and over again. James now fully couldn’t concentrate and it was starting to really bother him. He was working so hard on these plans, and you’re fit of rage in the background wasn’t helping at all.

He sighed and got up, exiting his office. You heard his footsteps getting ready to enter the bedroom, so you just managed to shut up yet still tapped at you’re phone furiously.

James knocked twice right as you told him to come in. You decided to turn you’re phone off and tossed it to the other side of the bed.

“Darling, may I speak with you for a second?” He asked politely. You signalled to him that you were sort of busy but he didn’t move whatsoever.

“Please.”

You huffed and motioned for him to sit down. He sat on the foot of the bed with his hands in his pockets, exhaling calmly.

“Dear.. what it is that has caused you to be so upset? I couldn’t help but hear that, erm.. filthy language..” You cringed a little as you heard James say those words. You knew he wasn’t you’re biggest fan when it came to how many vulgar and disgusting words were said by you from time to time.

You awkwardly scratched you’re neck. “Oh, uh.. well.. I had no clue anyone was listening if i’m being honest..”

James cleared his throat and looked away for a second. “Dear, this isn’t in any way intended to be offensive.. but it was hard for me not to hear you..”

You bit you’re lip as you realised you had distracted him from his work again. You and these constant unexpected fits of rage..

“Oh James.. i’m sorry. I’ll try to keep that under control as best as I can. It’s not very ladylike of me..” You said, taking him by his hand. He smiled softly and placed a light kiss on one of you’re own hands.

“Not to worry darling… oh! These last few notes shouldn’t take too long! I’ll instruct Miss Evers to begin making dinner shortly.” He winked, you giggled at him and watched as he left the room. You returned back to going on you’re phone and just ignored what you’d recently been up to.

Suddenly, a loud crash caught you’re attention. You’re head quickly snapped up from you’re phone as you froze completely.

James had accidentally fallen over something that Miss Evers had left out. He hissed in pain as a hand flew to his mouth. What he’d only just realised is that whilst he was going down onto the floor, he’d said something that you CERTAINLY would bring up the next minute you saw him.

“SHIT!”

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[evanpeterswhoresblog]

Office Secrets

Luke Cooper x f!reader

TW: smut, p in v, unprotected, fingering… lmk if there’s anything else lol

Word count: 1526

Friendly note, I wrote this all in one day so it’s probably not the best but I’ve been so obsessed w Evan lately I just needed to write lol Enjoy!!!

~~~

“So, who wants to bet the two newbies are doing it?” Meredith says as she puts coins into one of the vending machines.

“They so are,” Kevin says. “Have you seen the way they look at each other it’s like- Pam and Jim.”

“Hey!”

Angela shakes her head. “You people are disgusting… but I wouldn’t doubt it. I’ve seen them flirting on multiple occasions.”

“This is all circumstantial, it doesn’t mean they’re sleeping together,” Oscar argues.

“I would bet they are,” Phillas says with a laugh. “I mean I remember how fun it was being all secret with Bob, it’s so thrilling.”

Pam glances at you in the annex, Luke’s leaning back on your desk, smiling as you two talk. She looks back to the group and shrugs. “It’s possible they are.”

~~~

“Hey y/n, do you think you could make some copies for me?” Pam asks as you’re walking by.

“Yeah of course, double or single sided?” You reply with a smile.

“Double please.” She hands you the original.

You walk to the copier, but as you’re about to open it, Luke slips in front of you.

“Luke I was about to make copies,” you say, annoyed.

“So do I, you aren’t the only person in the office who needs to get stuff done,” he laughs.

“Since when have you ever had things to get done? You’re the laziest person here.”

“That’s hostile,” he replies, turning around to give you a smirk. “I might have to report you to HR.”

“Just please hurry up,” you mumble.

“Anything for you babe.” He winks.

You turn to the camera and stare, almost at your limit with this boy.

~~~

“I just don’t understand men sometimes it’s like, he’s so different when we’re alone yet in public he wants to be the biggest ass ever,” you rant to the camera, you’re in the hallway near the elevator where no one will hear you. “Sometimes I just want to knee him in the balls and get on with my day.”

“If he’s so annoying why do you sleep with him?”

You frown. “He’s really good at that stuff, most assholes are honestly.”

~~~

You’re at the vending machine getting a snack when you feel arms snake around your waist. You quickly turn around and push him away.

“Luke stop it we can’t be doing this here,” you whisper.

He looks out the windows then back at you. “Nobody’s around, come on just one kiss. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since last night baby.”

You and Luke were hired about three weeks ago now, both just interns to help out with the little things around the office. At first you thought Luke was an idiot slack off, but after a week of him constantly flirting with you, you decided he wasn’t that bad of a guy and of course he’s gorgeous. And, after one night where he gave you a ride home this simple work crush turned into casual sex.

You made Luke promise to keep it a secret, you didn’t want anyone at the office to think your personal life would interfere with you doing your job. So, far you don’t think anyone has figured it out, and your glad.

“Don’t talk like that here,” you say, giving him a slight glare. “We made a deal.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I’m serious Luke, imagine if Michael found out. He’d make it a whole thing.”

“It probably already is a thing, Jim and Pams was.”

You scoff at him. “Okay, that doesn’t mean this has to be.”

“Whatever,” he says as he begins to walk away. “See you later.”

You give an annoyed look to the camera and shake your head before returning to your previous activity.

~~~

“Listen, y/n is a good girl I guess, I just wish she’d stop acting like the office finding out about our thing is the worst possibility imaginable,” Luke tells the crew outside the break room.

“What do you think would happen if they found out?”

“I don’t know, they’d give us weird looks. It doesn’t really matter it’s not like me and her are gonna be working here forever. At least I know I’m not, not sure what her life plans are.”

~~~

You stare at the clock and sigh, still a whole nother hour left at the office. This whole day has been terrible, mostly due to Luke. You don’t understand why he’s acting so annoying today. Usually he’s decent toward you, probably because of what he wants from you the second work ends. You turn back to your desk and start to organize papers, deciding Luke isn’t important.

A few have passed when Luke appears beside you. He leans back on your desk, one of his hands gripping the edge. You try to ignore him, keeping your attention on the stack of paper you’ve been messing with. Luke doesn’t let you ignore him forever though.

“Can you come with me somewhere where we can speak privately… away from the cameras.”

You look up at him. Is this it? Is he really going to break it off at work? You can’t believe it. You want to give him a piece of your mind, so you slightly nod and get up, following him out of the annex and down the hall to one of the stock rooms. You’re ready to start giving it to him but before you can he smashes his lips on yours.

At first, you’re caught off guard, he’s never kissed you at work before. You don’t hesitate to kiss him back however. He backs you up till the back of your legs hit a spare desk. You let him guide you onto it, your kiss turning into something more.

He bites down on your lip, his hands roaming up and down the sides of your body. You have to admit, you’d been craving this too. Even though you saw each other last night. Luke was the best you’d ever had, how were you supposed to not want him again? Even though he’s been annoying you all day you can’t help but melt into the palm of his hand, he’s just so damn attractive.

“Luke, we can’t do this at work,” you whisper, the sensible part of you taking over.

“Nobody will know, come on baby, I’ve been thinking of you all day. I need you,” he replies.

Your stomach fills with butterflies at his words. He knows exactly how to persuade you. You fall back on the desk as he kisses down your neck, Your legs wrap around his waist, he makes you feel so good. He brings his lips back up to yours as one of his hands starts to slip up your skirt and under your panties.

He starts to rub small circles on your clit; you to moan into his mouth. He smirks against your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, you love the feeling of his body against yours. It’s the best you’ve ever felt.

“You’re already so wet baby,” he mumbles on your lips.

“Luke,” you moan.

“Do you want it baby?”

You nod, moving one of your hands down to rub the bulge in his pants. He grins at you and removes his fingers, beginning to undo his belt and fly. In seconds you feel his tip brushing against your entrance. He leans back over you as he begins to slowly thrust inside of you. You bite down on your lip and close your eyes, the familiar feeling of him filling you taking over.

You throw your head back as he starts fucking you. The sound of the desk hitting the wall doesn’t even register in your head. You’re too engulfed in how good Luke’s dick feels inside you, hitting that special spot that makes your legs shake. His head rests in the crook of your neck, he’s moaning and whispering all the dirty things he wants to do to you. It’s all too good to be true.

Eventually though, you feel that tightening in your stomach, your orgasm approching. Luke must realize this because he doesn’t stop his violent thrusts for even a second. You hold on to him tightly, biting down on his clothed shoulder as you finally cum. He finishes with you, pushing himself so far inside you he’s hitting your cervix.

He lays on you for a few seconds before pulling himself up enough to look down at you. His chest is still heaving as he speaks in a soft voice, “I really like you y/n.”

“I really like you too Luke,” you say with a weak smile.

Both of you get yourselves decent fast, you’ve been away for at least fifteen minutes by now. You give Luke one last kiss before exiting the small room alone, he promised to wait a minute or too before following.

As you sit at your desk and resume your previous activities, Luke walks by you, sending a quick wink before disappearing into the main office. You give a small stare into one of the cameras, your face turning bright red. This was only the beginning.

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[jellyluvr]

Two firsts

- Jpm x virgin fem reader 𖦹•°.

Uh so the title is really bad, but I promise the fic is good. I hope. :') special color 4 James too

Tw: facial, James bein a little forceful, reader loses virginity, some blood, and a creampie. 🤧

S: you went down to the bar in the hotel to have a drink but James had other plans for you.

You had been staying at this cute little hotel you found. Atleast that's what you thought. It was nice. You loved it, even if you had only been staying there for a few hours. I mean, it was a wonderful place. All big, nice rooms. You even got some sort of special treatment.

But, tonight you were going down to the bar. You looked in the mirror, fluffing your hair and posing to make sure you looked nice. Of course you did. You looked perfect. Your black dress hugged your skin, your chest framed perfectly in it. Your little heels were even better, black with twinkly accents.

You looked down at your heels, observing them on you and in the mirror. You hummed to yourself. You looked good.. but was there something better you could wear? You sighed, moving your head up to stare at yourself in the mirror. No.. this was good. This was great, really. Anyone would like it down there. If they didn't, they could kiss your ass. It'd probably be some junkie with no sense of self care. This.. this was good.

With that, you walked over to your purse and pulled out a lip tint, a nice rosey color. You dipped it in, letting some fall to make sure you didn't apply too much. Then, you walked back to the mirror, getting close and squinting your eyes. You focused on your lips, the small brush grazing over the inner part. You rubbed them together, wiping some in the right direction with your thumb.

Damn you looked hot.

You'd probably smash yourself if you ever got the chance. Not that you hadn't already.. but you weren't exactly an angel. Yea, you were a virgin. But you were a bad virgin. You always dirty danced with men at different clubs, never getting their number or going out to their car. You were simply just a virgin that wanted to save her sweetness for the right person. Of course you acted innocent and nice. That was the only way you could get guys to melt in your hands.

When you found out their real personalities, their eagerness.. you left. You just left, not looking back. You weren't obligated to have sex. You could be a virgin forever if you wanted.. but you only wanted the right man. The right man to fulfill your needs. Your wants.

You put the lip tint back in your small purse, then took it in your hand before walking over to the door. You practiced your walk as you did, also in the halls after you shut your door and made sure to lock it. You liked how old fashioned the hotel was. Still using keys and having to pick up ice.

You admired the work they put into the hotel, the nice carpet and archways. You loved the hotel. Cortez was catchy too. That was the main reason you came, and because there was a bar.

You had never drank before. Not even the smallest amount. That was why the bar was so special to you. Yeah, you were pretty young to drink but no one was stopping you?

You continued to walk down the halls, fixing your heels every moment. You hated these heels. You also hated the way the yellow lights illuminated your face. I mean, you probably looked horrible now. But, you strutted down the hallway, clearly walking with a purpose.

You turned the corner, the elevator greeting you. You walked in, your heels clicking on the glass. Then, of course, you pressed the number one on the golden buttons and waited for the doors to close. Thankfully the elevator was so well kept there was a nice shiny surface to check if you looked good on.

You got closer to the reflection and made sure everything looked good. No smudges.. so that was great.

The ding of the elevator brought you back to life, also the little bit of shaking. As the doors opened, you watched a few people come in. You were glad they didn't look as good as you.

You walked out, shaking your head slightly to get some hair out of your face. And finally.. you saw the bar. But, there was a man, talking with the bartender.

She looked nice, a cute dress honestly. But, you still hopped up on one of the red leather stools and settled there. You let your weight sink into the sticky seat before turning in it. You loved spinny stools. They were your favorite.

"Ooo, what's your name?" The bartender asked, cooing at you for whatever reason. You laughed lightly, a little embarrassed from the call out.

"Y/n." You responded quickly after your giggles, but the man turned to you watching as you got settled.

"Pretty name for a pretty lady.." Liz said, chuckling to herself, "mmm, but anyway, what'd you like, hun?" She asked smiling at you as her nails clicked against the glass top of the bar.

You looked at all the choices and you didn't really know what to choose.. it was all really overwhelming.. maybe just a beer? But what beer?? Shit...

"Are you even old enough to drink?" The man asked, staring at you. You just looked over, your body becoming stiff. "Uh, yeah? Duhhhh???"

It was so obvious you were lying. The man chuckled to himself, then looking over to Liz.

"Get her a shot, a shooter. Surprise me." He smiled at her, his dimples peeking through while Liz let out a soft hm, then turning around and doing whatever to make a shooter.

The man then turned to you. "You think you can handle that?" He asked, clearly mocking you in some way. You just stared for a second, nodding. You were still stuck on what a shooter was but you didn't really care. You didn't mind embarrassing yourself in front of anyone.. not even him.

"How old are you, dear?" He asked in a more sweet tone than earlier. Then took a sip of his whiskey, reveling in the taste with a click of his tongue.

"I'm y/a." You said proudly despite the number being pretty low. Especially low.. and you were drinking?? How rebellious of you.

"Really?" He said, seeming to be a little shocked. He looked over at you, taking a glance at your boobs before pulling himself back together.

"Well, would you like to go to my office after this? I am paying for you after all.." his finger tip grazed over the rim of his glass while he awaited your answer. He knew it wouldn't be no.

"Sure." You said, not seeming to be too afraid. He looked nice.. hot outfit honestly. He really pulled off the suspenders. And his hair? It was slicked back perfectly, his brown eyes almost matching the jet black. You really almost got lost within him.

But then, Liz passed you your shot and you immediately looked down at it. A slight tint of pink was in it, but mostly clearish. You smelt it, clearly a bit suspicious of it.

"It's just a shot, it won't kill you." He said, watching you closely. So you took the glass and thought about it. It was a shooter.. so like the movies? Just shoot it down?

You shot it down, but you immediately winced at the taste. It burned your throat.. your nostrils almost burned. James laughed at how you acted. It was obvious you hadn't ever drank before. Let alone a shot being your first.

"Mm. Did it taste nice?" He looked at you, a grin on his face. All you could get out was a mhm before getting up off the stool, your thighs sticking to it.

"Okay.. let's go please?" You asked, looking down at the ground while you tried to get that taste out of your mouth.

James laughed again, drinking the rest of his whiskey and paying Liz. She knew exactly what was going to happen but she didn't say anything. She just stayed quiet, picking up the glasses and putting them somewhere.

"Alright then.." he got off his stool with a little huff before beginning to walk, not seeming to care if you were following or not. You immediately caught up, stumbling a bit from your heels.

"Follow me, dear." He said, walking over to the halls connected to the upstairs. You followed like he said, eventually catching up to be beside him. Then, you walked for awhile before coming up to a room. 64.

He pulled a key out of his pocket, it clinking and clacking before he opened the door, guiding you in.

It looked nice. 2 chairs infront of you, a closet, another closet on the left?, the bed to the right, and facing the bed the bathroom on the left. You sat down on the bed, looking around. You enjoyed the retro looks of the hotel. You loved it.

James' room looked different than all the others.. more fancy. Or retro. You still liked it though. You let the room sink in while you listened to James lock the door, then walk over to you.

"So, what would you like to do first, my dear?" He asked, his voice smooth but rocky at the same time. But, you really didn't know. Not unless he wanted to fuck? But you we're too young for him.. I mean, that was what you inferred from him being so shocked about your age earlier.

In reality, James was just thrilled. He always preferred younger and prettier girls.. they were most easy to kill and touch.. everything was for his pleasure, really.

"Charades..?" You said sheepishly. James immediately began to laugh, his body coming closer, putting you face to face with his junk.

You couldn't really tell if he was hard or not, it was rude to stare. James clearly didn't care about that rule though. His eyes went to your chest once more, then back up to your eyes.

"I think I have an idea.." he hummed, his hand pushing you back on the bed. Once he did, his hands grazed over your chest while you just laid there in shock. You didn't even get to comprehend what was going on.

James' veiny hands slipped under your slutty dress, immediately toying with your panties. James smirked, looking up at your surprised face.

"This okay?" Before you could even nod, his fingers had slipped in your panties. They went in between your folds, touching your slight wetness.

"Already wet for me?" He chuckled lightly, taking his fingers out before his hands pulled you closer to him, your thighs pushed up against his. He dropped your legs, his hands now focusing on getting his pants off. He kicked them off his feet, unbuttoning his shirt as soon as he did.

James was now presentable. Only his underwear were on and you saw how his erection was building.

"Take that dress off, please?" He smiled, already pulling up your dress so you had the help. You pulled it off, feeling your heat rise as well. Once it was right on your chest, you pulled it off your head your tits bouncing from the friction.

"Mm.." he hummed, snapping your panties against your skin before pulling them up, revealing your heat. He looked down at your pussy, then back up at your face. 'When he reaches down to feel how wet you are' meme was starting to make a lot of sense.

Before you could say anything, James' underwear were off and he pushed into you, making you gasp for air. He looked at your face, laughing lightly before thrusting a little harder. He heard your moans, but he didn't seem to care. You'd have to get accustomed to his cock soon, and you being a virigin didn't help.

"God, you're tight.." he groaned, his hands holding onto your thighs as he thrusted into you at a good pace, making your chest bounce up and down.

He began to thrust harder, making you squirm a bit, maybe even yelp. You whimpered at the painful feeling, trying to find the pleasure. James continued to assault your pussy, making you cum all around him. It didn't take long, not at all. James was still going though.

"Mmm! Fuck!!" You shouted, James smiling at his work. He looked at your stomach, it moving just barely from his size. His right hand went on your stomach, pushing down to give himself more pleasure.

James groaned, feeling his orgasm near. You just let him fuck you relentlessly.. you started to like the pain.. the pleasure. It mixed well. Especially with his size.

James continued to thrust, all the blood in his body going to the tip of his cock while he continued to pound into you. His forehead began to sweat, his hair getting all messy from his movements. But then, you felt a gush of heat inside you and a moan from James his last thrust sloppy. You moaned feeling him pull out... your pussy coated with your arousal and dripping with his white cum.

He panted looking down at your cunt, then sticking a finger in your once tight pussy to stuff you with his cum even more. He pulled his finger out, a little bit of red on it. Your eyes widened, his too.

"Mm.. what a tragedy. You lost your virginity to a man you don't even know." He laughed lightly, crawling up on the bed beside you while you just laid there in utter shock.

"Can I taste you..?" You asked, looking over to him. He looked at you, another devilish smile creeping on his face.

"Sure.. go on." He encouraged, leaning up as he watched you move in between his legs. You looked at his cock, it being soft.

Your hand wrapped around his shaft, slowly moving up and down. James let out a little moan, his cock growing hard again despite the over sensitivity.

You looked at his tip, your lips ghosting it while you looked up at his face, a smile on it. Your tongue peeks out and you began to kitten lick his slit, wincing at the taste. You quickly got used to the salty flavor, letting your lips enclose over his tip, your tongue twirling around to pleasure him.

He moaned a little more, his hand moving up into your hair as he guided you. He bobbed your head up and down, more noises coming from him. You gagged a little, but he continued.

"Fuck..." he groaned, his voice raspy now. His tip hit the back of your throat, then his tip went to your lips and repeat. Finally, he let go.

"Open your mouth.." he said in breathy tone. So, you did, your tongue out. You watched as his hand went to pump himself, him letting out squeaks along the way.

He continued, feeling his next orgasm creep closer and closer before he came. He had originally aimed for your mouth, but he didn't really care. I mean, his eyes were closed. Once his thick cum left ribbons of white on your face, he opened his eyes, laughing a little.

"You look so pretty like that, sweetheart." He sighed, still smiling to himself. You wiped the cum off your face, letting it into your mouth while you savored the taste.

—20 minutes later—

James had fallen asleep and you had taken it as your chance to get dressed once more. You went to the bathroom, looking into the mirror while you tried to fix yourself up, also trying to get his finish off.

But, once you looked at your lips you saw the lip tint was still there.

It was good you used it for this occasion.. it couldn't help but make you smile.

‐☆ 𝕭𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖘 ☆‐

I don't have a divider currently so you have to make do** with that. (I used the wrong due omg)

Sorry if this is bad, I did try. Plus it's long asf. Anyways, ty 4 readin

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[babygorewhore]

smutty text series request: their reaction to reader sending a nude/sexting <3

Sure!!

Texting the Evan’s. You send them a nude.

You send your boyfriend a nude? How does he react? WARNINGS! Sexually explicit messages. Jesus is watching y’all.

Evan Peters.

“Holy shit babe…you’re so fucking hot. I’m on my way right now.”

“I thought you said you wouldn’t be home for a few hours.”

“Fuck. Your pussy is so wet. It looks so good.”

“Awww I guess you’ll have to wait…”

Tate Langdon.

“Momma…fuck your tits. I just want to sink my teeth in them and make you feel good.”

“You’ll do that for me?”

“I’ll do anything you want. Just come here. Let me taste how good you are.”

Kit Walker.

“Mmmm. You look so fucking good. I wish I wasn’t stuck here.”

“Maybe I should give myself some relief while you’re gone?”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Or what?”

“ you won’t get to touch me at all when I get home.”

Kyle Spencer.

“Pretty lips.”

“Oh baby. You want to feel them around you?”

“Yes, please. Touch me.”

“Anything for you, Angel.”

Jimmy darling.

“Fuck. You’re just dripping. Aren’t you?”

“Only for you, daddy.”

“That’s right. You’re mine. No one else’s. You got that?”

“Yes, daddy.”

Kai Anderson

“That’s all fucking mine. Bend over the counter. I wanna see that pretty ass.”

“Beg me.”

“Beg you? That’s not how this works, little lamb.”

“Well you’re not here to tell me what to do.”

“You just fucking wait till I get home. You’re going to beg me for it.”

James Patrick March.

“Oh, my sweet little minx. You look absolutely delicious. That sweet little cunt.”

“All for you, James.”

“Is that right? Mine to taste…mine to take?”

“Yes. Only for you.”

“I expect to see you soon. So I can ravish your body until you can’t walk.”

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