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[babygorewhore]

Act of Contrition

James Patrick March x Virgin! Reader.

Inspired by a post by @ahsjpm

On Halloween night, you’re alone as James is participating in Devils night. As a Christian, you’re often modest and found in prayer. But James habits inspire you to engage in your deepest fantasies.

WARNINGS! Porn with little plot. Virgin! Reader. Violence! Murder! Oral! Male and female recieving! Bondage! Light degrading! Dom! Reader. Sub! James. Brief PnV! Use of religion disrespectfully lol.

Your fingers were locked together as your nostrils inhaled the warm meal in front of you. Your prayers typically were kept short during dinner time, as you were eager to dive in but tonight you needed the strength. It was Halloween. You opened your eyes, resisting the urge to scratch at your lash line. You didn’t want to ruin your makeup.

“You still pray? Honey, you’re sleeping with a ghost. If there’s a God, I think he forgot about this place.” Sally taunted you.

Your partner, James Patrick March wasn’t with you tonight. Opting you to sit at one of the tables in the main lobby of the Cortez. The spirits of this building kept you company whenever James was away and they were the only company he somewhat trusted with you. Tonight was the infamous Devils night along with the celebration of the holiday.

You hadn’t been with James very long. Sally was incorrect on your intimate status with him but you didn’t dare correct her. James explained that the ghosts of past murderers dined with him on this occasion and frankly, you were too afraid to participate.

He chastised you only briefly before he understood. It was something you cherished about him. He tried his best to accommodate your apprehensions. You toyed with the fork after you took a bite. You almost ordered a alcohol beverage but often you and James would enjoy a night cap.

You dressed up. It was primarily a joke since your modest dressing drew criticism from others. Knee high fishnet stockings up your thicker thighs, wider than a majority of women. A black hip length coat, a low cut white shirt that accentuated your full breasts. A wide black cross in the center. Your hair was styled last minute. Your makeup was dark and sultry as you gingerly tried to eat without smudging your lipstick.

Your high heels clicked together as you shifted in your chair.

“Sally, be easy on the girl. Let her enjoy her faith in peace.” Liz interjected but you knew she was joking. They sat adjacent to you. You didn’t blame them for mocking your beliefs given their current states as ghosts but James never ridiculed you.

Before sleeping, you lowered yourself to your knees and prayed for the safety of yourself and your family. The first night when James saw you, you expected him to laugh but instead, he gave you a warm smile and said, “I’ll give you a moment of privacy, my dear.”

A sensation of tugging brought your attention back to the present. You looked up, Sally was toying with the chain of your wrap around cross bracelet. Her dark lipstick was smudged from drinking but she gave you a quick smile anyway. She pulled out her phone, her lifeline. “Do you mind?”

You were camera shy by nature but Sally had few pleasures. You nodded. “Yes. Do you want to take a picture of my bracelet or my whole costume?”

“Your whole outfit. Everyone will want to see a slutty nun.” You huffed but obliged.

You modeled for her and she finally broke out into a pleased grin. She stepped away from you, typing away and you smooth your shirt. You weren’t hungry anymore, too preoccupied with James activity. Could you do it? Bypass your fears and join him? You missed him and his affectionate gestures.

You straightened your shoulders with a resolution. “Don’t worry about your plate, I’ll get it.” Your head snapped towards Liz’s direction. As if she was reading your mind.

You could do this. You could be brave. James wouldn’t let anyone hurt you. And you could run quickly if you needed.

The hallways felt closed in, daunting like a countdown as you trailed toward James room. You quieted your breathing to somehow conceal your vulnerability. With the dimmed lights, it was difficult to keep steady in your heels as you narrowed in towards his door. Your hand wrapped around the handle, a quiet noise of scraping came as your bracelet scratched the gold.

Pushing the door, you blinked as the brighter light peeked at you as you stepped inside.

You opened your mouth to greet James but you froze. Several other men were at the table but they weren’t sitting. Instead, they stood and started cheering. Wildly clapping and chanting, “Ten commandments killer!” Your hand went to your mouth.

James held a man by his hair with one hand and his other continuously rammed his long blade all over his torso. His knife plunged deep and with purpose. Your teeth chattered as he yanked it free and slit it across his throat. Blood coated his hands, danced on his normally immaculate suit and even splattered on his face. His smile was wicked and he started to laugh. Proudly and heartily from his chest.

“James,” You whispered in fear. It wasn’t loud enough to be heard but somehow another presence caught his attention and he met your terrorized stare.

James smile immediately dropped and he released his victim. “Darling-“ He tried to speak in a alarmingly gentle tone in contrast to his animalistic action.

You spun around on your heels and ran out. You didn’t take off your shoes so you couldn’t sprint but the surrounding rooms blurred together. Across the hallway was a balcony and you cling to the rails. Your fingers tighten around the white bars and you pant. He slaughtered again. Brutally. Your bravery was misplaced. You should have stayed downstairs.

But this small moment of terror could never erase your feelings for him.

You closed the bedroom door behind you after an hour passed. You pressed your back against the wood. You needed the time to think. Consider how to approach James with your feelings. You prayed. Begged God to give you clarity and strength. Sitting on the bed, you contemplated taking off your costume, Halloween was nearly over now. You weren’t in the mood to go out and celebrate. You didn’t want to be without him.

But he lied to you. He promised he wouldn’t hurt anyone again.

He needs to endure the consequences.

Standing, you intended to go the bathroom and wash off your makeup when a voice caught your attention.

“Y/n, my love.” James’s eyes were glazed over with regret as you faced him.

He engulfed your hands and pulled you close to him. His lips pressed against your neck with urgency, “Darling, you weren’t supposed to see this. I know you disapprove.” You stepped away from him and set your mouth.

“James. I just wanted to be with you tonight. But you insist on traditions. Of course I want to honor this but to walk in on such a thing, it’s madness.” You went to step away from him but he rushed around. Gripping your shoulders.

“My dear, I can’t be in ill standing with you. Tell me what I can do. Tell me how to earn your forgiveness.” You shook your head, crossing your arms but something…tightened in you. At the account of his pleas.

James Patrick March wasn’t one to ask for forgiveness. He didn’t show remorse. And he never showed a shred of submission. Being a partner to a ghost wasn’t morally clear according to Christianity. You couldn’t hold him to the same standards as a human. In his past, he was a killer. Despite his promises that he grew tired of murder, you couldn’t remove the gleeful grin across his face as he slashed a man’s throat from your mind.

James enjoyed the applause. It seemed to drive him. Attention. Praise. Devotion. You always knew once you gave into him, that he would pry every ounce of worship from you.

You would offer it. Without a single thought of resistance.

He lowered himself down, fingers ghosting over your clothes as he settled on his knees before you. His wide palms cupped your thighs and his black gaze torturously raked over your stockings. “You look irresistible, my little mouse. Powerful. Whatever you want, I’ll do it. I am your slave, y/n. Take me however you wish.”

Your bracelet covered hand cupped his cheek, stroking his skin with your thumb. A darkness clouded you, deep and hungry urges clawed inside you like a disease. You couldn’t resist anymore. He willing to abide every command.

Fuck it.

“James, you need to cleanse your conscience. Confess to me. Tell me how wrong it was.” You lifted your chin and his brows raised. A sign of hope.

“This is a religious practice, yes? Do you want me to pray, my love? I will for you.”

“Tell me how bad you were. How could you disobey me?” Your voice was lower, husky and it caused him to shiver.

“I shouldn’t have. I-I don’t want you to be cross with me. My only desire is to see you happy. Perhaps I became too carried away. Determined to gain the respect of my fellow man.”

“You wanted their attention. You enjoyed that man bleeding in front of you. Oh, James. That’s so sad…how pathetic could you be?” His hands clung to your hips.

“Yes, pathetic-“ You clutched his chin in your hand, hard enough that his eyes widened.

“Beg. Beg God for forgiveness. If you really meant what you said about making me happy.”

He was resisting inwardly, you knew that. But you counted on his love for you to override it. He tilted his head down and started whispering.

“Dear Heavenly Father, I come to you-“ You stepped out of his embrace and you released him.

“I said pray to God, James. That’s not correct.” James stumbled and tried to grab your arm.

“I’m doing what you asked.”

“I am your God.”

The silence echoed after your direction but James appeared to be stunned. His breathing was heavier as he slowly scanned your heels, legs, stomach and now your breasts. “Darling, if you make me scream your name, would that count as praying?” He asked with a growing smirk.

You beckoned him with a finger. “Crawl to me, James. Show me how repentant you are.” He was fast to oblige. His large hands held his weight as he moved and he settled on the back of his calves when he reached you.

James touched his palms together, staring up at you. “Please forgive me, y/n. I beg you. I promise I’ll listen. I promise I will never disobey you. And I promise I will get on my knees everyday if you allow me to touch you.”

Your mouth curved in a satisfied smile. “Was that so hard? But I’m afraid this is just the beginning. I want you to go to the bed.”

He practically jumped to his feet and prowled to the bed. You trailed after him, flicking the cross between your fingers as a thrill ignited in your bones. It was obscene to use Gods name in vain like this. To pretend you were the highest power. But it was too delicious to see such a dark man beg and not give into your temptation. You would just have to go to church more often after tonight.

You took ahold of his suspenders and yanked him close. Chest to chest. “You’ll do anything?” You proposed.

“Of course, kitten. I could never disobey my God.”

You smashed your lips against his, not giving a shit about your lipstick. Your arms encircled his broad shoulders and his hands captured your middle, hips and then they cupped your ass. He moaned as you bit his lower lip and pulled. His tongue swept your mouth and you met it with your own. He lifted you by your thighs, his strength evident by the way he made your curvy body feel weightless.

He fell back on the bed and you straddled him. James ripped away from the kiss, red product smeared on his mouth. He latched onto your skirt, hiking it over your thighs and his fingers brushed against the growing wet spot of your underwear. You swallowed and shook your head. Normally, you were too insecure to entertain this. A part of you wanted to run away and hide. But you pushed back those thoughts and wildly took off your underwear.

As if reading your mind, James assisted in sliding you higher until you were above his face. Tearing off your jacket, James shoved you down, his tongue licking a stripe. You nearly screamed at the foreign contact. He circled your clit before laying his tongue flat. Your hands braced on his chest as you rolled your pelvis against the pace of his mouth. His lips suckled your clit and he gently let his teeth give it a tug.

He moaned, a pretty sound that you needed more of. “Fuck,” he said in-between lapping your pussy. He didn’t swear often so you knew this was a special occasion. You continued humping his face as a rush of heat flushed your face and your entrance tightened. You were close.

He started to shift, “I need you underneath me. I need to feel you cum while I’m fucking you.”

You maneuvered yourself down enough so he could talk as you gripped his jaw. “Good boys take what I give them. If you’re not, I’ll have to walk away-“ you didn’t finish as James jerked you back into place. Getting the point.

He dipped his tongue inside before it resumed working over the sensitive bud in the center and you stilled as you reached your peak. You shook as you chased your high. You moved off of his face and his chin was wet but he didn’t wipe it off. “Darling, you are ravishing. I could spend an eternity between your legs if you allowed me.”

A lightening burst of bravery surged you onto your own knees. Your heels giving you a modest boost as you practically ripped off James trousers and threw them across the room. Pausing, your eyes took in his raised dick in the confines of his boxers. He supported himself on his elbows as you licked your lips.

“If you behave yourself, then maybe I’ll let you fuck me. Don’t cum unless I say you can.”

You pulled down his underwear, feeling the heat rise from him as his swollen, heavy cock hung as it leaked precum. You were intimidated by his size but you refused to let him see fear.

Sticking out your tongue, you licked his tip before going along the side. James grunted as you wrapped your hand around the base, taking it into your mouth. He shuddered as you bobbed your head up and down as you went further, pumping him at the same time.

“That’s-thats not fair, mouse-“ He whispered harshly and you tried not to smirk.

He started thrusted into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat but you breathed through your nose to keep from gagging. Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked faster and he clenched his fists.

“Y/n, please. I’m going to cum-this is-“ You shook your head causing James’s head to jerk back.

A creamy liquid shot down in your mouth and you removed yourself. He chanted your name and God as you watched with a quirked eyebrow.

James lifted up, “Y/n. Surely you know that I was never going to win that game. Please, allow me to take you. I promise I will-“

“Another promise, James? I meant what I said. Now, I’m going to have to punish you.” Standing, you grabbed his belt and wrestled his arms down, pinning his wrists together. You bound them tightly and gently smacked his face. “You’re not allowed to touch me. If you break free, I’ll leave you here. Do you understand?”

James moved his head in a short nod.

“Do you understand, James? Is that anyway to answer me?” You taunted.

“Yes, I understand.” He ground through his teeth. You knew the submission was killing him

You balanced on your knees before grabbing his dick. You lined it up with your pussy and sank down. James whimpered, actually whimpered and you groaned from pleasure. And a small stretch of pain. You felt full but the hilt of his pelvis hit your clit.

You rocked your hips, your eyes fighting to stay open from James meeting your pace. His hands, despite being tied, attempted to touch you.

“James. I told you to keep your hands down.” You scolded with a half serious tone. James was looking at you with fuck me eyes as you used him.

You lifted off him, taking your discarded coat and wiping your inner thighs.

“Darling, I’m sorry. No, please. Please allow me to make you finish. My pet, I don’t know what’s gotten ahold of me. I don’t know why I can’t seem to listen-“

“Who said I was done with you?” You questioned and his mouth fell. You had reached for his cane. Holding it across your body, you unsheathed the hidden knife. It was still covered in blood. Half naked, you still had your heels on.

“James. I suggest you start praying again.”

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[evan4ever]

James March x reader. The reader is very innocent like they don’t curse, drink, smoke, etc. James just adores it so much cuz it’s the opposite of him. He gives them random gifts and special dinners (maybe some slow dancing). As well as tons of affection like cheek and hand kisses, cuddles, holding hands, and helps you get ready for the day. He’s very overprotective and possessive of them like a kid who has a special teddy bear, so the other ghosts better watch their backs if they try to mess with the reader. He never lets them know he’s a serial killer but they know he’s a ghost.

Innocence

Warnings: talk about murder just a bit but no warnings really, just a sweet fic again!

a/n: you didn’t really give me a plot andI wasn’t sure if you wanted lime a headcannon or not so I hope what I came up with works for you 😅 but with reader being innocent and almost too naive while JPM protects her and is possessive lol 🥹

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You first met James when you had to find a hotel quick and one that didn’t cost your entire paychecks worth to stay in for a night. You were in the city for a last minute job interview the next day, and you were lucky enough to meet the owner of the Cortez who has offered you a deal to stay.

You were pretty blown away by his offer, having been at the lounge where you enjoyed a nice glass of lemon water before the man, who introduced himself as James Patrick March, approached you. After some visiting, and many odd but enjoyable questions from him later, he offered you the night for a discounted price of $15. You weren’t sure why, but didn’t dare object.

However, your original plan to call it a night by 8 PM soon turned to 11 PM, then next thing you knew it was 2 in the morning and James and yourself just couldn’t seem to pry away from each other. It was magnetizing being around the other, for both.

James was so beyond intrigued by you. He knew times had changed, and that modern day women weren’t as classy and “well kept” as they were in his day. But you were different, not at all like the females that trotted into the hotel, getting drunk or high and using such foul language with every word, wearing nothing more than a dress that barely covered them. No. You were the classy that James once adored and almost never saw again.

It drew him to you. Not just how you dressed or how you spoke, but your pure and complete innocence. It was something James wanted to protect, he wanted you to keep forever. And he’d make sure of it, if you let him of course.

Though he drank, he, on occasion, would use a foul word, and he had no innocence left in him — you were the opposite of him. And if it were a true myth, James believed it was love at first sight.

That night was the beginning of your most exciting, spoiled life; and that is said with confidence.

You had started returning to see James often, more and more often, until you practically lived there. You met many people, some you enjoyed, some you weren’t fond of. But it was many months later that James finally vowed his love to you, you returning the vow, and James filling you in on part of his secret.

You learned he was a ghost. And for someone like you, it didn’t take much convincing. However, you weren’t scared of him in the slightest. It did make you more cautious around the other ghosts and ghouls that forever took residency in the hotel, but never around James. And he promised himself he’d never allow you to find out of his dark side, the murder side of him. That was a side of him that he kept hidden away because he had found such joy through you that he almost didn’t need to feel the excitement of killing others by his own hands.

He knew someone like you would never be okay with murder. Especially if those who were innocent. And he didn’t expect you to ever change that part of you, so he simply never let you in on that secret side of him.

It was easy.

Besides Devils Night.

That was hard the first time you had been in the hotel during it. But, he was able to keep you preoccupied long enough with the help of Liz to get the night over with, where he expressed to the other monsters he guessed that you were completely and utterly off limits.

But the years spent together after that, Devils Night was never a concern. You never even caught on.

But the years spent with James were years he spoiled you rotten. He’d buy you anything you expressed interest in. He’d shower you in flowers. He’d run you a bath every night. He simply could not do enough for you to feel satisfied, because he was just that in love with you.

And though you were just as in love with him, he’d never allow you to go above and beyond for him the way he did for you. You would try, and he’d stop you. The most you were able to do for him was buy him his favorite cologne or alcohol, even when you had no idea about anything alcohol related. He loved the gesture, but never let you do much more.

You weren’t sure what you did to deserve someone like James. Needless to say, you never went to your job interview that first time staying in the hotel. And only a few months later, you basically lived in the hotel. Only some months after that, you stayed with James in his suite 24/7. At that point, you were his and he was yours. Even now, 6 years later.

You made it so easy for him, too. You never questioned anything. He was able to run three quarters of his life with you while using the other quarter to fulfill his murder tendencies and keep the hotel running accordingly. He even managed to keep you from meeting the countess, somehow. He had Liz and Sally to thank for that. He was aware of the mess that could bring, and he was in such a good place with you, wrapped around each others fingers.

That nearly came to an end.

“My love?” You entered the living area of your suite where James had been filling his cup with whatever alcohol he was drinking this time. He glanced at you and smiled brightly.

“Yes dear?” He sips while eyeing you so you’d know you had his full attention. You smiled, a half way smile, not your typical smile, and James immediately became concerned. “What is it? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, James, really.. it’s just.. I had an encounter today. With—“

“Elizabeth.” James finished your sentence, noticeably unhappy by this. You only nodded, allowing him to explain himself. “Ah yes. The time has come that I must tell you about her.” He sighs, taking ahold of your hand gently and leading you to the couch where you allowed him to help you sit, he sitting beside you. “Listen, dear,” he pauses, seeming unsure of where to start.

“I’m not angry, James.” You reassured before he could start again. His eyes seemed to relax as they remained glued to yours. “I just want to know the story from you.”

“What all… did she say.. exactly?” He asked, genuinely curious. He didn’t care about much of anything she could possibly tell you, only if she were to have revealed his deepest secret about his love for murdering, or if she had threatened you at all.

“She only told me of her past with you. I’m unsure whether it was a warning? Like, her way of telling me I should run while I can?” You raised your eyebrow at him curiously before letting a smile take place on your lips. “Not that I would ever listen to such a silly suggestion. I love you too much.” You grabbed his hand this time, squeezing it. “I just had no idea you were ever married.”

James sighed but held your hand tightly, bringing it up to his lips and placing a soft kiss to your knuckles before setting and holding it against his chest.

“I was, yes. A long, long… long time ago. Elizabeth being the original owner of this hotel, we married and I took over. I showered her with all my love, I gave her everything. I thought she was my one and only.” James goes quiet as you tilt your head, letting him finish. “I know now how very wrong I was.” He met your eyes again with sincerity, squeezing your hands that he was still holding against his chest.

“So what happened?” You asked, curious to know more about him. James kept things hidden from you, you were aware of that. But you were much too in love to question him too much, and some things you knew better than to want to know, so you were okay with being kept in the dark. But since this was an opportunity to learn a little more about his past, you couldn’t help but indulge in it.

“She was only using me, dear. I was a means to fill a void that I wasn’t aware was empty and longing for a past lover. She loved my gifts and my attention. But had no interest in loving me like I did her. Later, her past lover showed up out of nowhere and she was planning to run away with him. After that, I no longer cared for her.”

“But, she’s still here? Why?”

James went silent, not sure how to fill this part of the story. He didn’t kill Rudolph or Natacha. But he did lock them in this hotel and remove the door so they’d have to spend eternity here… since they were already vampires and couldn’t die. James felt it was a nice revenge on his now ex-wife, she believes they re-abandoned her all over again. She loves her life in anger and wonder, and it’s so sweet for James to see.

“They left her. Abandoned her again.” He nodded. You frown, feeling somewhat sympathetic for Elizabeth. “Don’t frown for the woman!” James states, a deep frown on his own face. “She was a monster, dear. I know you’re not one to feel this way for anyone you know but, she got all she deserved.”

You gazed at him for a moment as you took in his words before sighing and taking your hands from hi, resting one hand on the side of his face. “I do love you, James. So very much.” James leans into your hand, his eyes closing as he takes in the feeling of your skin against his, your scent so strong and as intoxicating as the alcohol he sips daily. “You don’t have to feel anger anymore, though. You can let it go, all the hurt and betrayal that woman caused you. She is no longer worth your while. For your own happiness, you should let it go.”

James listened to you, knowing your words held so much truth. It amazes him at times, how a woman of your culture could be so intelligent, so mature past your young age. He was blessed beyond words.

“You’re right, dear. You are very right.” He takes ahold of and turns his face into your hand, kissing from your palm up the majority of your soft, fragile arm. You smiled in awe as you watched him, his eyes glancing up to meet yours. “You amaze be every day.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Because you keep me on my toes every day. Never can know just what to expect here, but I would never trade it for anything.”

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[alittlesil]

JPM hearing about your awful ex. How he never made you finish. He’s determined to change that.

i‘m not ashamed of it

James Patrick March x Fem!Reader ♥️

a/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUEST. it was amazing to write about 😭 i love jpm with all my heart and more and more and more

summary: James found out, that your ex never made you finish in bed. he wanted to show you the true pleasure.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, not proofed, oral (f receiving), a lot of kisses and my favorite man ever

(pic from pinterest)

James was always watching you.

It wasn’t bad: you two were married. You two didn’t hide anything from each other, sharing even with deepest secrets you have. He never overstepped the boundaries, he never was too possessive or something like that. He just had to knew that you were always safe. 

Still, one day something caught his attention.

You were chatting with Sally. As always. It was fun to talk to her, you could gossip about everything even if you had different worldview. This evening was calm and cozy, and how could you contain yourself from spilling the tea with your friend, sharing a glass of wine while talking about your terrible exes?

“Repeat! Repeat his name!” Sally looked at you with a wide smile, her eyes sparkling with joy.

“Grzegorz.” You answered, and your friend bursted out laughing. 

“No wonder he was terrible in bed! No woman could even pronounce his name right, let alone moan it out.” Sally stated, and you both giggled, sipping from your glasses.

James let out a shaky breath.

The time passed, and when it was already a late night, you came back to your and James’ shared room, carefully closing the door behind you. You didn’t want to bother your husband if he was reading before sleep like he always did, but surprisingly, you didn’t find him here. However, when you sat down on the bed to take your heels off, you finally heard the familiar, purring voice.

“Darling! You’re back.” James was standing in the doorframe of the bathroom, looking at you with a slight smirk on his face. he was wearing his shirt unbuttoned, the undershirt peeked underneath it, suspenders were down, a towel over his shoulders. You smiled at him, your heart melted at the such homely sight. “How was your meeting?”

He kneeled in front of you, helping you with your heels, making you almost cry because of your love for this man and his love for you.

“As always, James. Everything was good.” You said, pecking him on the cheek as he stood up. “We��ve talked a lot.”

“Yes?” He murmured, sitting down beside you and immediately wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer. His dark eyes sparkled with some slyness. “And what were you talking about?”

“About our past.” You closed your eyes, kissing him on the lips tenderly, earning from him a low groan. “Including past relationships.” You said, before pressing your lips against his again, but acting very carefully: you had a red lipstick and definitely didn’t want it to smear. James squeezed your waist.

“And what were you saying, my Queen?” He whispered, biting your lower lip slightly in between kisses. You started to feel extremely hot, and his hands now rubbing your thighs through your dress didn’t help. 

“That everything was terribly.” You breathed out, your cheeks already red. What an effect this man in front of you had on your body and your soul. “I think you don’t want details…“

“Quite the opposite.” James’ hands slipped onto your back, trying to find the zipper of your dark dress. 

“He was selfish…” You whispered out, trying to contain yourself from just ripping up your husband’s clothes right now. “…rude, dumb… never thought about me…”

“What about intimacy?” He purred, and then you suddenly slightly pushed him away.

“You heard everything, didn’t you?” It made James smile, and he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“I want you to say it to me.” 

“He never made me finish.”

It was everything James needed to hear. In a few seconds all your clothes and underwear were on the floor, and your husband’s hands were roaming around your body. 

“Let me show you for the thousandth time”, he growled quietly in your ear, hitting your cold skin with his hot breath, making you shiver as he placed his large hands on your waist, rubbing it slightly and gently. “How the real man should treat his woman.”

You melted under his touch, closing your eyes obediently, and James smirked, admiring your beautiful frame and how he always had you in the palm of his hand. No worries - you had him in the same position.

He placed some delicate, soft kisses down your neck, your skin covered with goosebumps. He stopped near your collarbone and turned your head to face him, your eyes fluttered open. A slight blush covered your cheeks, and your husband cupped the side of your face, immediately having you leaning into his touch.

“Let me leave a mark, my love.” He whispered, his black, piercing eyes seemed even darker from desire. Earning a quick nod from you, he tilted his head slightly and pressed his lips against your soft spot on your neck, making you gasp in pleasure as he sucked on it carefully. You slipped your fingers into his raven curls, smiling and being aware that the next morning there would be a dark red bruise onto your skin - and you absolutely didn’t mind. James pulled away and kissed your lips hungrily, shamelessly finally smudging your poor lipstick. When you two separated, you admired the view: your beautiful, always neat husband was now in front of you with disheveled hair and with the red shape lipstick around his mouth, smearing onto his perfect thin mustache.

“You have my rouge all over your face…” you reached out to wipe it away from his chin, but he stopped your hand, placing a soft kiss on the back of it, leaving a mark from your cosmetics. 

“And I’m not ashamed of it, dearest.” He whispered, as his free hand grabbed his towel. “But now, my apologies, I have to wipe it away not to get your whole body covered in it.” 

He quickly cleaned his face, throwing the piece of cloth aside after that and immediately peppering your soft skin with his kisses again, moving lower and lower. Your chest went up and down because of your heavy breaths, when James covered your right breast with his mouth, circling his tongue around your already hardened nipple. It earns a moan from you, and to James it sounds better than any jazz vinyls from his best collection. One of his hands trailed down your body, admiring every curve that you had, every mole that you had, every stretch mark that you had - soon he repeated these actions with his lips, kissing every inch of your body which he worshipped, which he loved, which he was obsessed with. 

“Fragile. Delicate. Ravishing.” He whispered in between kisses, moving lower until he finally achieved your hips. James separated your legs with one gentle motion, and you held your breath in anticipation. Oh, any other day he would tease you until you scream and cry, but not now. He positioned himself in between your thighs, and you could feel his shaky breath on your intimate area. Your eyes closed by inertia when he collected your wetness with his slender finger as his free hand was stroking your thigh soothingly. You gripped a fistful of the bedsheets underneath you as he leaned in and immediately started to eat you out, savouring every drop that you gave him. His soft lips was pressed tight against your flesh, his skillful tongue made you see stars with its motions around your clit. He closed his eyes, moaning into your pussy and sending vibrations which made you arch your back with desperate moans falling down your lips. 

“What a foolish, thoughtless man he was…” James murmurs in between his passionate session with your core. “…not to worship you, not to give you as much as he could and more…”

His tongue slipped inside your entrance and you moaned loudly, leaning your head back in pleasure. Your heart pounded in your chest: after years of endless love with the owner of the Hotel Cortez, you still couldn’t get used to all his passion and skills that he had in bed. You were never allowed to use any toys or to touch yourself - and you didn’t even need it, when you had James. He was always here for you, for your darkest and deepest fantasies, for all of your desires, and you couldn’t ask for more.

He slowly replaced his tongue with his finger, immediately moving it in a painful slow pace, as his lips sucked on your sensitive bud. Your hand slipped into his hair, tugging on it when you forgot how to breath because of his actions, and he chuckled silently, continuing his work. He increased the speed, and you squeezed his head between your thighs when you found yourself on the edge.

“Jimmy, i’m going to cum-“ You warned him, groaning desperately, and he moved his finger even faster, squeezing your soft flesh with his free hand.

“That’s what i’m doing it for.” He purred, his heart couldn’t help but melt when he heard you calling him with this name. Only you could do it.

After a few seconds, you let out a choked moan as you reached your high. From the long growing heating with your husband’s delicate kisses all over your body, with his absolutely master skills, your orgasm was intense. James swallowed every drop of your juices and pulled away, licking his lips and wiping his chin with the back of his hand, as he literally collapsed onto you, pulling you into the passionate and hungry kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, his moustache tickled your face, and you cupped his cheeks. He pulled away with a smug look on his face, and you let out a shaky breath.

“It was vivid.” You whispered, trying to calm down. James snickered, his hand moved down in between your bodies, searching for his belt, as he purred in your ear:

“And it wasn’t all for tonight.”

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a/n: please reblog if you like <3 also live laugh love jpm

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[l0serloki]

Showtime

JPM x Reader

Summary : You and Liz brainstorm how to spice things up in the bedroom with your husband.. It is a definite success.

CW : SMUT, fem!reader, reader calls james ‘mr.march’, spanking, choking, praise kink, pet names (queen/doll/dear/good girl), biting & marking, rough sex, creampie

A/N : this might not be great but I was rewatching hotel and his cane gave me ideas... 

It had been quite a while since you and Liz had a talk. You settled down to gossip with your close friend. 

“Y/N, it’s been a while. I thought you would have forgotten about me.” Liz smirked.

“How could I ever! I’ve just been so busy with James and the new.. arrivals. Devil’s Night was such a chore.” You droned on, complaining about how much screaming there was over the course of the night.

“Well that’s to be expected. How are you and James anyways?” 

How were you and James? You were fine, splendid actually, but something seemed off. You had thought about it quite a lot this week, coming to the conclusion you needed something to spice up your sex life.

“Good! I just.. I don’t know.” You shrugged and Liz gave you the side eye, setting her book on the counter.

“You don’t know? Darling, are you alright?” 

You nodded as she took your hands, giving them a tight squeeze.

“Yes! Don’t worry! I just want to.. spice things up with him. I feel as though he will get bored of me. I want to get something nice for him but I can’t think of what.” 

Liz tapped her lips with a pen, her eyes raising as she thought of an idea.

“Y/N, have you ever worn any fancy lingerie for him? Maybe put on a little show?” 

Your mind sparked with the idea and you shook your head.

“No! Where would I even get that? That would be perfect.” 

Liz waved you away from the kiosk, already getting to planning.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get you a nice set to surprise your dear Mr.March.”

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Liz had done exactly what she promised, going out and buying quite a lovely lingerie set for you. It framed your body perfectly, only adding to your confidence. You slipped your casual clothes over the garments, making your way down the hall. You knew James would be busy with his plans for next year's event.

Your fingers curled around the doorknob, opening it to meet your husbands face. You jumped at the proximity, not expecting him to be so close.

“My dear! I was just coming to fetch you.” His smooth accent sailed through the air, sending currents down your spine. Your finger trailed at his suit hoping to give him the same reaction. 

“Were you? Guess I have good timing then.. Mr.March.” You trailed around his form, hands feeling up the taut muscles. His body shook with excitement from the teases, hands coming to clamp down on your wrists.

“Yes.. It seems you were longing for me as much as I was for you.” His suave smirk made heat pool in your stomach, hands starting to roam your shirt. Your breath quickened as his fingers trailed under the the material. His eyes widened when he pawed at the lace that was hidden.

“My my.. What is it that my dear doll has on?” He frisked away at your shirt, abandoning it on the floor without a care. His chestnut hues wracked in the sight of your ample flesh dawned with the silky lace. His wild smile only added to your carnal desire, making you tremble with pleasure.

“You like it? It’s all for you, Mr.March.” 

His deep hum filled the silence. 

“I do, dear. This is quite the surprise. Step out of those pants and bend over so I can see the whole thing.” His voice was dark and filled with lust. You knew exactly where this was headed. 

You followed instructions, popping your ass out so he could get the full view of your body. You felt as if you were on fire. His eyes followed your every curve, searing it into his memory. His rough hand gripped at his cane, holding back at what he wanted.

“You’ve given me such a good present, my pretty girl. I can’t believe you would hide this from me. I think you deserve a punishment, no?” 

You could only moan in response, desperate for any kind of touch he could give you. He seemed to like your response, shoveling you against the desk. Your perky ass was still stuck out for him, waiting for his move. You waited for what felt like forever until a long smack hit. Your breath left your mouth as you shook, your ass cheeks swelling against the wood. The metal tip of his cane brushed at your entrance, prodding at the wet spot on your panties.

“Someone enjoys being spanked with a cane? What a naughty girl..” James laughed, your squirming not going unnoticed. His hand smacked against your sore cheek and you bounced at the contact.

“Be good and take a few more. Then we can get to the fun part.” 

You nodded as he continued his assault on your ass, tears welling in your eyes at the pain and pleasure. Your body was practically screaming for him, arousal pooling on your thighs. 

His cane hit for the last time and then he was everywhere at once. His greedy hands yanked at your ruined panties, revealing your poor pussy. 

“God. I need you!” You moaned out as his fingers teased across your thighs, coming dangerously close to your entrance. His thumb pressed against your slick, making a mess of you. He toyed your clit, rubbing at it a few times before puling away. You groaned at the loss of contact, turning to see why he had stopped. James fumbled with his belt, hands jittering with energy. He gave you a grin, lips licking at the arousal on his finger,

“My queen, you’ve been so obedient tonight.. I shall give you what you wish.”

James’ cock rubbed against your folds, slowly pushing in. It felt as if everything else faded as he bottomed out, his calloused hands coming to grip at your neck. His thrusts gained pace as your moans got louder, alerting anyone near his room of what you were up to.

He was animalistic. Lips biting and marking at your skin, smacks blown across any flesh he could reach. His other hand choked you out, watching from the side as your eyes grew larger.

You felt your air leaving as his pace went erratic, the string inside you so close to snapping.

“I-I’m gonna cum. So close, baby.” You strangled out.

James snarled, his hands rough enough to leave marks for the next few days. His cock twitched inside of you, egging you on.

“Cum. Cum for me, darling.” He goaded and you did as told, eyes rolling back at the euphoria he gave. His ruts finally stopped and thick ribbons of white filled you. 

You spun around and snorted at your husbands tired face. He leaned in to kiss the top of your nose, hands pulling you into an embrace.

“That was a night to remember, dear. We should do this more often.”

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[snippetsoferin]

Imagine...a life with Kit Walker

(romance + smut)

I love waking up in his arms. I love making us pancakes for breakfast and snuggling close to him on the couch. We have a nice life, in our small country house, surrounded by green pastures and majestic oaks. Summers are beautiful on our farm. I love taking care of the garden, eagerly waiting for him to get back from work. And when he’s back, I jump in his arms and kiss his lovely face, so happy to see him. 

On weekends, we go swimming. I pack the picnic basket full of our favorite treats and jump in the driver’s seat of our pick-up truck. He knows that I love to drive, so he never offers to do it himself. We spread the blanket under a tree. Nothing is better than spending an entire day by his side, falling in and out of sleep, as he gently runs his fingers through my hair.

We swim in the shallow water, we bask in the summer sun, our sun, here, away from the city, away from the noise and the chaos, secure in our little paradise, not wanting the day to end. 

I read to him from my favorite poetry book. He smiles and kisses me between strophes. It’s peaceful with him. The house, the garden, the lake, him - the only things I need.

We jump in the cool water. I hold on to his shoulders as I kiss the water off of his lips. 

Will you ever get bored of me?, I ask.

Never, he assures me with a kiss. What is there more to desire than this? 

I smile and pretend to swim away from him, only for him to follow closely. He knows that I can’t swim well, so he never leaves my side. I wrap my legs around him and rest my head on his shoulder, floating in his arms. 

Once we’re back home, I start planning dinner, while he finishes some yard work. With the fresh tomatoes in our garden, I make a delicious cream soup with fresh cheese and home baked bread.

I find my way in his arms on the couch. He kisses the tip of my nose. I rest my head on his chest and he runs his fingers up and down my back. He rests his hands on the small of my back, drawing shapes on my skin. I kiss the warm skin of his neck. 

Easily enough, his fingers start moving lower, on my buttocks, on my inner thigh, lifting my dress and pushing my underwear down. He grabs my leg and moves it to the side. The heat starts to grow inside me, knowing all too well where this is heading. I keep still on top of him, allowing him to continue. He pushes two fingers inside of me and I can’t help it. I moan and lift my hips. 

You are so wet, he whispers as he kisses the top of my head. I press my mouth to his chest and tighten my arms around his torso. He starts pushing his fingers back and forth in my vagina and I can’t compose myself. I am panting on top of him, unable to remain quiet. I start moving my hips against his pelvis, feeling his bulge growing under his briefs, causing him to groan.  

The pressure is becoming too much to handle, my body is overwhelmed by pleasure. Waves of ecstasy hit me as I let go on top of him, unable to control myself while my pussy throbs around his fingers. 

He starts rubbing my back as I struggle to compose myself, my abdominal muscles still spasming. 

Once I stop panting, he flips me on my back and starts caressing my breasts, kissing and sucking on my nipples. He relaxes on top of me, enjoying the intimacy as I run my fingers through his hair. But I instinctively widen my legs, wrapping them around his hips. 

He lifts his head and gives me a mischievous smile.

Already?, he asks.

He gets up and settles himself between my legs, taking his briefs off, his penis nudging against my thigh, teasing me. 

I need you so badly, I beg as I spread my legs wider, looking into his eyes. He grabs my hips and pushes himself inside of me.

He moans and leans down to kiss me, my nails digging into the skin of his back. He starts thrusting slowly, but soon picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming so rough that I have to grab the sides of the couch to keep myself balanced. 

As his thrusts become deeper, his pelvis starts hitting my clit and I cry out. 

We’re on the right path, baby, he moans. 

He keeps going at it, the pressure is building up inside of me yet again, this time even stronger than before. 

I finish, moaning, my back arches as the pleasure engulfs me. He gives me a few moments, his swollen penis still inside of me, enjoying the throbs of my vagina. Suddenly, he begins thrusting again, this time even more violently, until I start hurting. I gasp, pain combines with pleasure, as he is drilling me, not giving me enough time to recover. He finishes with a groan, shooting his load and collapsing on top of me immediately, his body shaking, my vagina still pulsing. He doesn’t pull out. I don't even think he can with how hard my vagina clenches around him. We lie in silence for a while. I’m dazed and unable to move, my legs wrapped around him, his body heavy on top of mine. He lifts his head and caresses my cheek, giving me a soft kiss on the lips. 

I love you more than anything, he whispers, his face red and sweaty. He rolls over to the side, pulling out from me, making my nerves tingle. I wish he never had to pull away. He wraps his arms around me and I snuggle close to him, pressing a kiss to his throat, missing him inside. I'm exhausted.

I wake up the next day on the couch by myself.  He’s already left for work, but I find a note on the table.

I love you forever. 

(pictures are from Pinterest)

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[frankenkyle19]

Rhythm of your undead heart

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

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

word count: 4.3k

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

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

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

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

No my dear, I don’t think I will. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Going to fuck you, James.”

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

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

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

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

“I don’t need you to be gentle-“

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

“Stop. Stop will be my word.”

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

He grumbled under his breath before responding. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There we go, baby. Found it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My dear-“ 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[spookievan]

< 1940's love story 3

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[grumpusha]

Skin care routine (James March x fem!reader)

i've been thinking about this idea for a while, so here we are... hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it (it was pretty fun) 🫶

Warnings: one mention of blood, fluff. that's all, i guess?

Word count: 1091

James liked to watch you during your skin care routine when he had space in his full schedule or when he just wanted to extend the time when there were just two of you and no one else could break into your little world. At these precious moments he was getting sentimental, thinking that he was the luckiest man on earth. It was truly happiness to have you with him, side by side, day by day.

James didn't hide the fact that he enjoyed your routine as much as you do. He could hug you from behind or massage your shoulders, looking at you through a mirror, admiring your beauty, making you blush.

You loved these comforting moments too. You even suggested James do a face mask or eye patches, but he always refused. "I'm sure it's pointless, darling. I'm a ghost, remember?" He always said with a tender smile.

Tonight wasn't an exception. You were wearing your headband and silk robe — James's present. You weren't sure where he got it, most likely he asked Liz to order something elegant for you. It's been a while since there was free Wi-Fi at the hotel, but James still wasn't good at using the Internet.

James was sitting imposingly in a chair with a book, but he wasn’t reading. You noticed he was glancing at you from time to time, and it made you smile.

"Want to join me?" You asked it more as a joke, knowing he'll refuse, but, to your astonishment, he agreed.

"I want to spend some quality time with my queen, so I don't see any reason why not to do that," he said, putting down the book and entering your bathroom.

You tried to hide your pleasant surprise so as not to scare away his determination. Sure, it was not a big deal for him, but doing your skin care routine was mentally relaxing for you, and maybe it would have had thе same effect on James. And like he said, it was nice to spend some time together, especially because he was extremely busy lately.

James took off his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his perfectly ironed shirt. He seemed excited. "Where shall we start?"

"Let’s do something easy for the first time. How does that sound?" You asked, looking around your skincare products.

"Sounds perfect," he said enthusiastically and stepped closer to you.

You grabbed one of your bottles. "First of all you need to wash your face."

"What? Do I have blood on my face again? Why didn't you tell me that earlier, Y/n?" James looked confused. He raised his hand to his face, and you suppressed a giggle.

"No. It's just-" you paused, thinking how to explain how facial cleansers work in a quick and understandable way to the man who lived in the 1920s and knew nothing about that. "You need to clear your face after a long day before using something else. It's important to remove unwanted matters like dust particles or dirt, for example. Am I making any sense?"

He nodded, absorbed in your words.

You took a cleanse mousse. "Here", you squeezed out a required amount of the product in his hands. "Rub it in your palms until it foams and massage your face gently. Be careful with your eyes."

He sniffed the substance and asked in a startled voice: "Does it hurt?"

"Well, if it gets into your eyes, it'll be unpleasant. But that's fine," you added quickly when James widened his eyes. "You'll just wash it off."

"Good."

He did what you told, examining his reflection in the mirror appreciatively.

You leaned against the sink, thinking how unreal this scene was. Who would believe that James March himself would willingly follow your instruction in self-care? You watched how patiently he was massaging his forehead, and your heart melted.

"Is that enough?" He pulled you out of your thoughts.

"Mm-hmm. Now you need to rinse it off with warm water."

While he was doing it, you took your time to put on your night cream.

"Wow. I feel freshened up already," he said, wiping his face with a towel.

You met his eyes and smiled. "See? We should’ve done that a long time ago."

"Now I understand why you do it everyday, darling." James smiled at you too. "What are we doing next?" He asked, putting his hands on his hips.

You took your favorite moisturizing face serum. James looked over your shoulder, reading the product label.

"Hyaluronic mineral serum? Is that even safe?" He looked concerned, taking the vial out of your hands.

"Don't worry. I wouldn't use it if it wasn't safe," you gave him a cheering smile. "It'll moisturize your skin. And it's also refreshing."

"Alright," he gave you the bottle back, looking more relaxed.

"Sit down. I'll take care of you."

James sat on the edge of the bathtub, looking up at you curiously. You opened the bottle, squeezed out several drops of nice smelling liquid and started to rub it in your palms.

"I'll warm it a little and put it on your face, okay?"

He simply nodded, not taking your eyes off you.

You stand between his legs, leaning your knee against the bathtub for support. When you put your hands on James's cheekbones softly, he drew a deep breath and closed his eyes. You caressed his face features slowly, enjoying his tranquility, trying to hold on to this moment as long as possible.

"All done," you said finally.

James blinked and looked at you drowsily.

"Thank you," he kissed the outer side of your palm.

This intimate act took your breath away, leaving a pleasant warmth all over your body. James always took you aback with small things like this, and you never got used to it.

He approached the mirror, watching his reflection.

"I'm glowing!" He turned to you with a big smile.

You chuckled and washed your hands. "How do you feel?"

"Like I'm a brand new man", he said seriously. "It really feels nice."

You snuggled up to him, satisfied that he experienced your routine himself and moreover, he enjoyed it. James grabbed your waist, pulling you closer, resting his chin on your head.

"I think we should do it more often. I'll be the best looking gentleman at Devil's Night."

You laughed and said playfully: "You are already."

James smiled shyly, but swiftly made a dignified face expression. He bent over you and almost whispered into your lips: "Oh dearest, you are indulging me."

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[evanspresso]

when darkness met innocent magic

listen to mr. march and y/n's song

note: I wrote this on a whim and I didn't proof read so if you see a typo... nOOooO you don't 🪄🪄🪄

The heels of her shoes clicked against the pavement while she skipped across the busy Los Angeles street, her heart bouncing up and down as she made her way to the large steel doors.

She had found a job request on Indeed, working the front desk at a hotel, which was something that she had done before. Back when she was taking a year off from university and that year turned into two, but who was counting?

She wasn't sure where she was headed in her life, and she found herself quitting her minimum wage job in New York before biting the bullet and moving to Los Angeles, where she found another front desk agent job. She figured she would start with something she already knew so the whole transition wouldn't be too hard on her.

Her interview was over the phone which she thought was odd, but she figured it was a win for her. She hates interviews and she was always nervous- so when they requested she call the hotel for the interview, she just went for it.

This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.

The Hotel Cortez was bigger than she had imagined, her mouth fell agape as she walked further and further inside. Y/n's eyes furrowed when she noticed barley anyone was in the common area, empty seats, and and empty bar was something she was not used to, especially in the hotel business that was based in a popular city.

She shrugged it off and continued to make her way towards the desk, which was of course, empty. She puffed out her chest and stood in front of the desk for a minuet, looking around in confusion before finally tapping on the bell causing her to cringe.

"Can I help you?" a dark and seemingly sarcastic voice dragged from behind her, causing her to jump in bewilderment.

"I- I'm y/n and I'm here for my first day." she said awkwardly as she turned around, revealing a shorter women with large, outdated glasses and another woman with dramatic, glittery makeup and a beautiful silk dress.

-

"Since today is your first day and you are probably going to be in training with me for a week, let's take it slow today." Liz said, smiling down at y/n.

"Okay" Y/n nodded.

They stood behind the desk after Liz showed her what was behind the door behind the desk, where the cameras were and where she could hide out if it was a slow evening.

"We're not tech savvy here, and we're not up to date on the latest computer systems that you might be used to." Liz said.

Liz slid a large dark red book that had 'reservations' written in big gold letters across the front. "We really use a book?" Y/n said in disbelief.

"Were authentic to tradition here at the Cortez." Liz chuckled. "We go by the books here." she added causing them to both giggle lightly.

"Um, okay." y/n said wearily as she opened the book, she knew it would take her longer to learn how to book a reservation and how to check and check people out. Y/n had her work cut out for her, but she knew she could do it.

"What do we have planned today?" she finally asked after writing down some notes in the small notebook that Liz had given her.

"A tour of the hotel my darling." Liz gleamed making y/n smile excitedly.

"After you!" y/n said happily, following Liz as they made their way around the extravagant lobby.

They walked the left and right, here and there, and all around the common areas that were still eerily empty. Y/n felt out of breath as she followed Liz around like a lost puppy and they both laughed at how y/n would "ohh" and "ahh" at the architecture that surrounded them.

"Okay, let's go up the elevator, I'll go show you the hallways and what kind of room types we offer here." Liz said, motioning y/n into the elevator.

-

"This is our most popular room type. This is the studio queen which is equipped with a queen bed, a kitchenette and bathroom." Liz started as she stood in the middle of the room, letting y/n soak up her surroundings.

"And before you ask, no. We do not have a room that had two queen beds. Our studio King room does have a couch that pulls out into a bed as well if guests need two beds." Liz explained.

"Do we have long term guest that stay here?" Y/n questioned causing Liz to lift up her brow.

"Are you familiar with long term stay hotels?"

"At my old property, it was a catered to more longterm guest than short term.We had a mixture of both, especially when it was peak tourist season in the city." y/n smiled as she looked around the room.

"I see." Liz nodded. "Well, in fact we do have quite a few long term residences." she said as her eyes traveled around the room, not being able to stay in one place at a time causing y/n to give her a funny look.

"Good to know."

-

They strode back to the desk, joining Iris who stayed behind while y/n was getting the grand tour. The lobby was still as quiet as can be and y/n sighed as she looked around, her cheeks burning as she looked over at her two coworkers.

"Are we at high occupancy?"

Iris and Liz glanced at one another before iris flipped through the pages of the book and shook her head, "We're at 63 percent." she announced.

"I have a question." y/n said timidly.

"What is it dear?" Liz said quietly as Iris shifted from one foot to the other.

"Do you think it would be okay if I stayed here while I look for an apartment? It's so competitive out there and I lost the one I had my eyes on." y/n shrugged.

The pair laughed making y/n blush lightly as she watched Iris reach towards the keys and hand one to y/n. "There three of us will be living here then. It's going to be hard for you to call out now." she joked making all three of them laugh.

"You two live here?"

"It's basically the same as living in an apartment downtown. We've been living here for years." Liz said quickly making Iris nod.

-

When evening finally rolled in, it was time for y/n to punch out and head up to her room after running back to the car to retrieve her bags she had stuffed in her trunk.

She waved goodnight to her two new favorite coworkers and made her way up to her new home, which she hoped she wouldn't have to stay in for very long.

The ride up to room sixty three was quiet and y/n couldn't help but feel that this hotel had an aura hat she couldn't quite understand.

It was grand and beautiful, yet it felt empty and sad somehow. She walked down the quiet and dimly lit hallway, not passing anyone the whole time she had been here.

weird.

Y/n jolted causing her to giggle as her phone started to vibrate against her jean pocket. She had gotten a text from her best friend back home and smiled to herself as she read the text, stopping in her tracks as she looked at the screen.

Sarah: How's the first day on the job?

Y/n looked around and shuddered at the quietness before pressing her thumb down to speak into the phone as she made her way towards her room.

"Good. I'm just surprised that the people here don't hang out in the lobby or the bar, you know? Like, You'd think this place would be packed with people. It's a beautiful hotel." she sent.

As she placed her key into the key slot she squealed loudly- she heard a raspy voice boom behind her, causing her to drop her bag onto the carpeted floor.

"It is a beautiful hotel indeed. Thank you." The voice boomed as she turned around to face the culprit.

Y/n's features scrunched up as she turned to face a man who towered over her, his dark features popping out of the shadows of the dimly lit hall that engulfed them.

They were the only two people around and she gulped as she looked up at him through her lashes. He smelled of bergamot and vanilla and she pressed her lips together as her eyes scanned his tall and strong frame, his business attire causing her to give him questionable look as he smirked.

"I-"

The man laughed as she backed away from him, her body hitting into her door causing her to gasp as he followed her movements, making her back stick up against her door.

"Are you a guest?" she questioned.

"I own this hotel." He said proudly, lifting his arms up cockily. "This is all mine, my dear."

Y/n giggled at his choice of words and he furrowed his brows at her as she cleared her throat to stop herself from laughing right in front of this man's face.

"I- I'm sorry. Long day, I actually work here. Today was my first day." she mused making him look at her in shock. "It's nice to meet you." she added, pushing her hand out to greet him.

The man gave her a surprised look before taking her small hand into his, causing her to gasp at his ice cold touch as he brought it up towards his lips.

Y/n's mouth fell agape as she looked up at him, his breath fanning her soft skin before his lips greeted her hand softly. "Pleasure is all mine." he said in a dark voice. "What is you name?" he wanted to know.

"Y/n." she stammered.

"Well. I am sure I will se you around y/n, we seem to be neighbors." he smirked, pointing to the door across from hers.

"O-oh." she blushed.

She watched as he bent down to pick up her bag, butterflies erupting as he handed it back to her.

His dark eyes bore into her's while he backed up towards his door, watching her shift awkwardly under his gaze causing him to bite his bottom lip at the way her innocent eyes watched him move. "Goodnight."

"W-wait!" she squeaked making her clear her throat as he chuckled lightly, pausing with his hand on the door handle. "Whats your name?"

"Mr. March."

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[midnightstar-90]

Imagine #2: Countess Introduces Her Prized Pupil To James

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Countess x Teen! Reader x James Patrick March

A/N: James gives me Gomez Addams vibes, and I recently heard a Wednesday Addams Tiktok, so I made an imagine.

*The Countess guides you into what looks to be an office with a 1930’s look too it. She calls out a name and looks around.*

Countess: James!

James: Yes, dear?

*We both turn around to see a man who looks to be around the age of thirty, with a pencil mustache, and is wearing a pinstriped suit standing in front of the once open door. The countess and you wear different expressions on your faces. Yours was emotionless. You had no reason to feel anything. While the Countess wore a small smile.*

Countess: I would like you to meet someone very special to me. It seems only right considering she will be staying in the hotel with us.

*James’ small smile shifts into a large smile as his gaze shifts from the Countess to you.*

James: *Claps his hands together* Splendid!

*James faces you before leaning down to meet you at your level.*

James: And who might you be?

Y/N: I'm Y/N. Pleasure.

*You shake hands with the 30's styled ghost.*

James: The pleasure is all mine. Let me ask you this, Y/N. How are you in such good graces with my dear wife?

Countess: James... *She sends the ghost a warning glare* Anyways, Y/N's at that really special age where a girl has only one thing on her mind.

James: Boys?

Y/N: Homicide.

*James' smile somehow becomes even brighter.*

Countess: I figure since you two have so much in common, she can hang out with you. That is until I need her. It's a win-win. You have someone who can leave the hotel and do your bidding, without complaint. And you stay out of my hair.

*The Countess says her last words and walks out of the room.*

James: So, what's your preferred weapon of choice?

Y/N: Knife or Dagger.

James: Splendid! I have an amazing collection that I know you'll love.

*Your emotionless face morphs into a smirk, as the man shows you every secret room James put towards his killings.*

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(If your name is in red, I couldn't find you to tag you. If this is you, let me know.)

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[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

James Patrick March Masterlist

My Little Angel

You’re A Murderer

Being Iris’s Daughter And Dating James

NSFW Alphabet*

The Evans See Your SH Scars

How The Evans Would React If They Walked In On You Changing

The Evans See You Having A Wet Dream About Them*

The Evans With A Photographer Boyfriend

The Evans See You Masturbating*

The Evans See You Do The Wap*

Beautiful*

The Evans Help You Through A Panic Attack

You Flinch During An Argument

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[babygorewhore]

Let your fantasies unwind

Being a relative of John meant you often visited Hotel Cortez. The infamous James Patrick March left you notes and gifts over the years. But one night, he tells you to come into his room.

Oh my god, I finally had inspiration for murder daddy after months! This is also a reminder I still do write for AHS! I just have two other fandoms that I have so sometimes it takes time! Thank you for your patience!

Warnings! Oral! Unprotected sex! Hints of death!

Being the relative of John brought a heavy amount of shame from the public. Your cousin was a murderer. But the lull of the Hotel Cortez that you visited with his daughter truly hypnotized your desire to stay. You knew the ghosts. Liz, Elizabeth, Sally and the ones who were more malevolent. Your laced sleeves and skirt were fancy compared to your mundane job as a singer but the Hotel drove you to look your best.

But there was another reason you were here. Every time you arrived and drifted to the room where John laid with his family; a note and a small gift was left on his table. With your name on it. And it was always signed. JPM. James Patrick March. The murderer who still roamed the walls but never showed himself to you.

The notes were similar.

“For you. A sweet little gift for a sweet little girl. Yours, JPM.”

“Little mouse, here’s a necklace that reminds you of who’s heart belongs to you…JPM.”

The gifts you collected were necklaces, bracelets and occasionally silver trinkets that were molded animals. An elephant, wolf and then a crown. You kept them safe in your bedroom at home. You sighed to yourself when you once again saw another note.

You wanted to see him. So badly and you didn’t understand why he never made himself known to you. You’d seen portraits and heard descriptions from other people but you wanted to look into his cold dark gaze yourself. He was a mystery ghost.

You were a singer, a good one at that after years of practice and the sheet music he provided among his gifts. Sometimes you just spoke aloud to him. About your troubles. Your family and lack thereof as you sat down.

You opened the elegant envelope and the paper crinkled underneath your fingertips as you read the cursive lettering.

“My sweet little mouse. Looking so petulant and lonely. Give me a song, yes? I want to hear your breathless whimpers as I devour you and make you a part of this hotel…forever.”

Your entire body had chills. Gooseflesh prickled your arms as you glanced around the room. He was still watching you and then you noticed another note that appeared on the floor. You immediately rose off the chair and picked up the material.

“Come to my room. You know exactly which one…discard your clothing. I want to see what’s mine.”

Your breathing quickened but no fear pertained to you as you scurried down the halls and then met the door of his room. It was cracked open and you allowed yourself to step inside without knocking.

James' bedroom was spacious, adorned with newspaper articles about his crimes. Such things he viewed as vile accomplishments. You hugged yourself as you breathed in the chilled air.

But you were obedient as you stepped to his large mattress and took off your clothes. Including your underwear and bra.

This was more nerve wracking than a performance in front of a growing crowd as you laid down on the soft, comfortable bed.

“Hello, my dear.” You jolted to your elbows when you heard a voice, one that was admonished with depth, richness and a dash of danger. “You look absolutely devilish laying there for me.”

His jet black hair was slicked back and his white dress shirt and pants were pressed perfectly. His thin mustache was curled with his soft smirk as his dark eyes swept over your naked body. While his voice was calm, you didn’t mistake the apparent growing erection in his pants.

Your rose lipstick was nothing in comparison to the heat in your face. James circled with predatory determination as he traced the sheets with a ringed finger. Almost touching you but a hair away from your skin. “Oh, how I’ve longed for this moment, my little mouse. Frankly, I couldn’t speak through notes anymore. Do you know what I want from you?”

You shook your head, eyes wide with anticipation as he started to kneel. His long fingers gripped your thighs as he pulled you forward, your cunt glistening in front of his face. “I want to taste you. I want to enjoy what’s been waiting for me…”

His tongue laid flat against your clit as he then focused on kitten licking the underside before he delved inside; before starting all over again repeating the motion. Your fingers clawed at his hair, messily feeling the cast of gel that kept it in place. He moaned against your pussy, clearly enjoying the sensitivity as you bucked and rolled your hips against his sharp face. Your slick coating his entire mouth as he sucked the center.

“James-I-I can’t stop it-“ His only response was to dig his fingers deeper into your flesh as you rode his face.

Your stomach's tension released the overwhelming pressure and white hot pleasure burst through you. You breathed heavily as you calmed from your high that left you twitching with your eyes squeezing shut as he continued before slowly stopping and pulling back.

“Don’t worry, dearest. That was only the first of the letters I didn’t send. We’re just getting started, darling.” James undid his pants and boxers, letting his heavy cock with a red tip move towards you as he flipped you on your stomach.

Your hands were holding your weight as he slipped inside easily, thrusting his hips so hard you had to prevent yourself from falling. His hand wrapped around your neck as his dick reached the spot that caused you to curl, your hair was messy, causing sweat to grow around your head. James' breathing was quick and sharp. He wasn’t making much noise so you grinded against his movements.

“You. Belong. To. Me.” James growled as his grip tightened and you couldn’t breathe enough to respond.

His release coated your cunt and your thighs as he let out a heavy cry and you followed. James cum aided in him slipping out and let him insert three fingers, plugging you up. “No, this doesn’t get to go anywhere but your sweet cunt.”

You shuddered at his filthy words and your gaze cast to the forgotten letter on the floor as you settled on your back. James pulled up his boxers and laid beside you. You didn’t take him as an affectionate man, but his hand found your arm and he traced and leaned in.

His lips were tender as he kissed you and you were almost in shock as you understood you were kissing and fucked a ghost you’d transpired with for years. And it was better than any sort of fantasy that kept your hand busy during lonely nights.

“I never want to leave you, James. I want to stay with you forever.”

James cast you a glance. “Forever, my dear? Once you decide your fate, you can never go back.”

But your resolve was there. “I mean what I say.”

James smiled at you and stroked your cheek as he grabbed a pillow. “Close your eyes, dearest. It’ll be over soon. And we shall spend an eternity together.”

Tagging those who might like @marchsfreakshow @taintandviolent @xxhellfirebunnyxx @icannot3 @ifeeltoofuckingmuch @slvt4jamesmarch @elaine-in-the-membrane

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[evan4ever]

could you write a cute evan peters (as himself) smut ?? thank you ml 🫶

Lazy Sex 18+

Evan Peters

Warnings: smut, fingering, p in v penetration, minors dni

You were in bed, your eyeglasses on, your phone in your hand scrolling through tik tok and your hair in a messy bun. Needless to say, you were in your comfort zone and looked less than dolled up. But considering your boyfriend and you were at a good stage in your relationship and overall you just preferred comfort over beauty, you didn’t care. You had a blanket pulled up over your chest and you snuggled down more into it to warm yourself up, readjusting your glasses just as your boyfriend entered his room that you were in, placed on his queen sized bed. You looked up from your phone and gave him a quick smile before returning to the tik tok you were watching.

You felt the bed dip as Evan crawled in next to you, placing his head on your arm so he too could watch what you were watching.

“Hey baby..” he said, squishing his face more into your arm and placing a kiss on your bared skin. You smiled lightly at the feeling and allowed yourself to form into him, the two of you now as close as you could possibly be on the bed.

“Hi babe.” You whispered, using your free hand run your fingers through his long brown hair, pushing some out of his eyes. You felt him relax at your touch and so you continued while you scrolled to the next video. No other worse we’re exchanged and instead you both say cuddled in the comfortable atmosphere of the other, the only sound being the low volume on your phone playing whatever video was on.

You felt Evans fingertips begin tracing small circles and other designs on your arm, the smallest of touch but enough to make your tummy turn. He always has the effect on you, and he knew it. Soon, you felt his hand move from your arm under the covers and under your shirt, copying the previous designs over the smooth skin of your stomach and hip bone. It was such a relaxing feeling, but oh so close to your now hearing core. He knew what he was doing, your eyes fluttering shut for only a moment at the feeling but he took the moment to let his hand slip under your sweatpants and his fingertips trace down your thigh. The sudden change causing you to gasp quietly.

You finally looked over and down at him as his head was still on your arm, his eyes looked up and met yours and he gave you an innocent smile while he continued teasing you. You felt his fingers trace back up and inside your thigh before grazing over your panties. Oh, what a day to choose your high waisted granny panties. Evan didn’t care though.

Your eyes were still holding contact while he let his fingers tease your now throbbing pussy, the way your face began looking more and more desperate for him turning him on by the second.

“Baby..” you moaned out quietly, letting your hips buck into his hand, his hand gripping you tightly and the pressure alone causing you to moan out once again. You tossed your phone on the opposite side of him and turned yourself so you were now facing each other and at the same level. Your arms snaked around his neck and his free arm wrapping around your waist pulling you closer to him. You let your leg lift and rest on his hip allowing him the access he needed and he wasted no time slipping his hand into your panties and a letting a finger slide into you. You gripped onto him tighter, another louder moan escaping and he held you closer as he began fingering you. He slipped another finger in causing your body to jolt but he held you tighter and left soft delicate kisses down your neck.

You moaned uncontrollably, gripping his hair and pulling at it which won you a moan from him in return. You smiled devilishly and looked down at him, him instantly smashing his lips onto yours. Your hands moved to hold his face attempting to pull him closer to you if possible, his tongue entering your mouth and yours letting him take control. He was now on top of you, his fingers still sliding in and out of your dripping wet core and his other hand holding him above you while you still made out.

It was perfect. This was the lazy sex the two of you lived for.

Your hands now made their way down his torso and trying their best to pull his own sweatpants down, which you were able to do with his help. His dick sprang upwards at its release and you took it in your hand as soon as you could, sliding it gently over it. The action made him have to pull away, your eyes opening to watch his face, his eyes closed and mouth agape at the sensation.

“Fuck babe, I need to feel you right now.” He moaned out deeply, his hand retracting from your pussy and sliding your sweatpants and panties down your legs and tossing them somewhere in the room before pulling his own off. You say up enough to pull your sweatshirt off, already bra-less and taking back your previous position. He looked down at you in complete and utter awe, your tits sitting perfectly. You almost felt insecure and so you attempted to take his shirt off but he grabbed your hands, stopping you.

“Let me look at you, baby,” he said, letting go of your hands so he could trace over your collar bones with his fingertips, letting them glide down and around the curve of your breasts. You relaxed at his soft touch but feeling his fingertips grace over your nipples before pinching them lightly causing you to arch your back upwards towards him. “You’re so fucking perfect.” He whispered before leaning down and taking your right nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it and letting his other hand squeeze and fondle your other breast.

“Oh god, Evan..” you moaned out, your back arching into him again. He lightly took your nipple between his teeth causing you to squeak out, his eyes looking up to meet yours that were barely open. Your deep breaths made him rise and fall with your nipple still in his mouth before he released it and connected his lips to yours again, this time soft and slower than the last. He finally sat up and removed his shirt and your hand extended to try and grab his dick again but once again, he grabbed your hand and stopped you.

“I want to make you feel good too?” You questioned his action, eyebrows pushed together in confusion.

“Tonight’s about you, okay?” He looked down at you waiting your response and you just nodded after a moment. At your approval, he grabbed your other hand and raised your hands over your head, holding them into the mattress. You just kept your eyes on him, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck you.

He used his own legs to spread yours, neither of you braking eye contact while he held both of your hands into the mattress with one of his large hands and the other now finding it’s way between your bodies that we’re pressed into each other, then lining himself up at your entrance. Your eyes fluttered shut feeling his cock against you, he pressed himself between your folds and slid himself up and down. You whines and once again bucked your hips into him wanting more of him.

“Patience, baby” he groaned at your action, continuing to wet his dick with your juices before finally allowing himself to slide inside of you. You both let out a loud moan in unison, arching your back to let him in deeper. After a moment to let you adjust, he pulled himself almost all the way out and thrusted himself back in harder than before, repeating the action over and over again.

“Fuck Evan!” You squeaked, your hands grabbing ahold of his that still held them in place. You wanted to wrap yourself around him and felt helpless compared to his grasp. Instead, you wrapped your legs around his hips, his grip around your wrists tightening and he began fucking you harder.

He dipped his head into the crook of your neck which allowed you to hear his beautiful moans better. “You’re so fucking perfect.” He said again into your ear, placing a soft kiss on your lobe then lowering his lips below it, nipping at your skin. “You feel so fucking good..” he continued. “God, I fucking love you.” You practically melted at his aspirations towards you, something he always did during sex.

“I love you baby” you moaned out breathlessly. He finally released your hands and you were quick to wrap them around him and pull him to you and connecting your lips in a sloppy make out while he continued thrusting into you. You could tell he was close, and that was enough to push you over the edge. You dug your nails into his bare back as you arched your own to feel him deeper, finally reaching your climax.

“Evan, fuck fuck fuck!” You nearly cried out into his mouth as he continued kissing you.

“Cum for me, baby..” he groaned and you did just that, feeling him twitch inside of you and reconnecting your guys lips, making out while you both rode our your orgasms.

Evan relaxed onto your body, both of your deep heavy breaths being felt against the other. Your hands began playing in his hair again while he left some more delicate kisses against your neck, his forehead against your cheek. You nuzzled your nose against him and smiled tiredly. “I love you” you whispered.

He took a breath in, inhaling your sweet vanilla scent and placed kisses up your neck, over your jawline and finally placing one of your plump, swollen lips. “I love you, baby.”

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[kissmyhandcallmedarling]

protect me

james march x fem!reader

wordcount - 1,063

notes:

idek what this is; i really wanted to write some more jpm content

tw: blood, implied stab wound

holy shit look at that hand 🤤

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James Patrick March sat alone in his quarters. His gaze was fixed on the clock, a glass of untouched absinthe in his grasp. He sighed deeply, as the time ticked over to 2:25am. Knocking back his alcohol in one, he placed the glass on the mahogany surface that was the bedside table. James lay himself down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, smiling to himself as he admired his work; he'd always loved the colour of the ceilings, and how they perfectly contrasted with the light fixtured, ever since he had them first installed those many moons ago.

Suddenly, his ears pricked up, pulling him out of his tranquil state. James sat up quickly, trying to determine the excruciating sound he was hearing - it was a woman.

She was screaming.

And it hurt his very soul.

James felt his heart begin to race as he quickly caught up to his thoughts. Why was he affected so? After all, he was definitely no stranger to wails and cries of pain - in fact, the screams of his victims usually sent him racing into a state of ecstasy.

But this particular shriek pierced his psyche. And, deeply disturbed by his newfound weakness, James decided to investigate, in the hopes that the vision of whatever torture was taking place would bid him on his way to euphoria.

He strode over to the door, swinging it open and peering into the hallway of the seventh floor. No one could be seen, and so he wandered further down the hall. As he peered round the corner, his eyes widened - a young woman was pressed up against the wall by none other than his successor, John Lowe. He had no idea what had come over him, but one look at the lady, and he knew he had to save her. Everything from then on was a blur.

"No!" James screamed, running towards the pair and forcing himself between them.

"The fuck are you doing?!" John roared, his nostrils flared with anger.

"Not this one, John." His voice was calm, and steady. "Leave her be."

"You fucking bast-ard!" John slurred. His breath reeked of alcohol, causing a grimace to spread across James' face.

"Go to bed, John. Sleep it off. James gave his apprentice a pat on the shoulder. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Reluctantly, John sulked off.

James turned to face the young lady... the very young lady that was yourself. And his eyes positively lit up, captivated by your beauty.

"I am so terribly sorry, dear. Are you alright?" Though his question was immediately answered before you uttered a word, as the man noticed the blood stain, and your arms cradling your abdomen.

"No." You whimpered. "It hurts so very much. That man nearly killed me!"

James' heart shattered. Why he felt such affection towards a stranger he knew not, but what he did know, was that ignoring feelings simply made them worse.

"What is your name, darling?"

"Y/n."

"Well, Y/n, my name is James March. I own this hotel. Come," he held out his arm to you. "Let me take you back to my suite and I shall fix you up."

You obliged, and Mr March wrapped a hand around your waist, and walked you back to room 74. Once inside, he seated you on an armchair.

"Now, I apologise for my lack of medicinal paraphernalia - believe me, this is not my usual area of expertise..." He paused, reflecting on the fact that he could have worded that phrase slighty better. Oh well, he thought. "But I shall try my best."

James got to his feet, and strode over to the bar cart. He took a bottle of liquor in his grasp and brought it back over to you, placing it on the table beside the chaise. You watched as he disappeared into what you assumed was a closet, emerging several moments later with a wad of gauze and a clean white shirt in hand.

"May I see, my dear?"

With shaky hands, you slowly lifted your top up, revealing a bloody gash. James ripped a piece of gauze off, veins popping from his strong hands. You noticed a gold wedding band gleaming on his ring finger... and you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. What? No. There was no way. And so you brushed it off. James doused the cotton in the spirits and approached you, crouching before you.

"This will sting a little, darling." He cautiously pressed the bandage to your wound, attempting to gently wipe away some of the excess blood.

You groaned through gritted teeth as pain surged through your body.

James' brown furrowed; it pained him.

"Why are you helping me?"

"Pardon?"

"I know who you are."

James felt a prickle deep within his chest...

"I'm not quite sure I understand what you mean?"

"I know who you are, sir, and what you've done. The people you've... killed." He shuddered slightly at your words. Was that remorse you detected. Surely not. "So why are you helping me? Why did you stop that man from murdering me? Isn't death what you're all about." You met his eye. "How am I to know you're not just going to kill me here, right now?"

"My darling, I shall answer your queries," his tone was smooth, masculine. "But first I'd like you to answer me something." James crouched before you. "If you knew of my past, whyever did you willingly come with me. If you're so concerned over the fact that I could pull out a knife and slit your throat without a second thought, why did you allow yourself alone with me?"

You were truly lost for words.

"Very well," the gentleman pulled up a second chair and sat himself adjacent to you. "I shall answer your questions first." He took a deep breath, before meeting your eyes. "From the moment I heard your cries of pain this evening, something shifted in me. If you truly believe you know me, then you would assume all forms of pain would entrance me - and they usually would. But tonight, when your shrieks pierced my ears, a hole was pierced through my heart. I was truly just as confounded as you, my dear. But when I discovered you, hurt and weak, my only thoughts were that I had to protect you."

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[sunflowerharrington]

I just saw your screenshot from your jpm one-shot thing and OH MY GOD PLEASE I BEG OF YOU POST ITTTTTT😫🤤🥵

nobody but you - james patrick march

• summary: after a slight hiccup at the bar on the opening night of the hotel cortez, james shows you exactly why you’re his number one. not his wife, not the other woman, not the maid; hazel evers. nobody but you. and he shows you why he should also be your number one.

• warning(s): james patrick march, possessiveness, jealousy, smut, 18+, sir kink, threatening somebody behind their back, cheating (question mark?), alcohol mention, not proofread, not edited!

• word count: 3223

• notes: i got slightly carried away, love. enjoy 🧡 it’s more of a lead up to sexy time <3 (i’m down bad babes) and i’m trying a new format for my fics, i think they look much better like this. also my kyle fic kinda flopped so i’m trying again with some james march, which is hopefully spicy to you. also also you’re basically in elizabeth’s shoes but like, you actually love james.

• oh, you mean this old thing?

• i advise listening to yumeji’s theme, composed by shigeru umebayashi, but only if you want to. i have a feeling james would like this piece of classical music, and it would be the type of music you would hear at the opening night of the cortez being played on a piano. oh my god how romantic. also, feel free to listen to valse sentimentale composed by tchaikovsky.

Halloween. The one night of the year where people can dress up like a total slut and get away with it. And nobody would blink an eye. And tonight, you’re no exception, and you have a plan up your sleeve, to tease your lover as much as you can while his guests are around. So he can’t do anything about your bratty behaviour until much further into the night when the lights dim and the covers are thrown down to the foot of the bed.

You pull the clear thin straps of your red dress up and around your shoulders, smoothing down the silky, smooth material around your waist, tracing your curves in the mirror as you await your lover. And then you smile, feeling the sensation of two hands holding your waist, pulling you closer, coiling around your waist to lock you in an embrace.

“Dearest,” he mutters into your neck, pressing one kiss to your skin, watching as your neck prickles with goosebumps.

You smile as you and James sway effortlessly to the melody of the birds chirping outside, for the last time before they would go to sleep for the night. James takes your hands in his and spins you around to face him, keeping one hand on your waist, holding you firmly in his slightly possessive grip. And the idea of making him jealous turns you on immensely, and the thoughts of what he might do to you later as a result turns you on even more than you ever thought possible.

“How are you feeling about tonight, my love?”

“Excited for dinner,” you remark, which is the truth, but there is a lot more to it than you’re letting on. You subtly look him up and down as the words leave your lips, and James smirks as he takes your hand, leading you out of your shared bedroom.

Your ride down the elevator is deafeningly quiet to say the least, the only sound being James tapping his wedding ring-ed finger off one of the rails inside the elevator. You were hurt when you first found out he was a married man, to Beverly Cortez; the daughter of the man who helped James create the hotel, but after countless reassurances from him, you decided to stop caring about what other people thought of yours and James’ relationship.

Out of the blue, James places one hand on the back of your neck, and the other on the small of your back. He slowly dips you backwards over his knee, adjusting his arms to brush his fingers under your chin, drawing you closer.

The gesture causes your bottom lip to tremble slightly, and after, his fingers begin moving again, taking your small burst of pleasure away. But all at once, he places the thumb of his free hand on your bottom lip, gazing at you, your mind, body and soul encapsulated by the dark pools of mahogany in his eyes. Your breath stutters as his index and middle finger trail to the pulse point on your neck, pressing down with little force. He turns your face to the side slightly, counting as your heartbeat increases as a result of his actions, your body giving way under his touch.

“Your heart seems to be beating faster than usual, dearest. Are you alright?” He asks, smirking as you gulp down another stuttering breath, hard.

“I feel marvellous, love. Even more so with you by my side,” you say, breathlessly, as you lose yourself in those big black eyes looking back at you.

The gesture is confident, having you tremble beneath his touch, melting each time his perfect fingers caress your warm skin, and he holds for a moment as the breath catches in your throat.

He glances down at your lips, and then back up to your eyes, before guiding your mouth towards his own. Your fingers tremble slightly on his arm, and they tighten as his lips reconnect with yours.

Electricity and internal ecstasy crashes through both of your bodies as you glide your hand up and over James’ shoulder, and onto his neck, pulling him closer to you, and in turn deepening the kiss.

His tongue gently brushes over your bottom lip, which immediately falls open for him, and not a second later his tongue meets yours, gently at first as he pulls you closer against him. Your whole body is on fire, heart racing and skin prickling with little goosebumps.

“Oh, Darling,” he mutters, smiling against your lips, tightening his grip around your waist, tipping you even further backwards.

James’ fingers thread themselves into your hair, gently pulling your head back, deepening the kiss further. And you both smile into the next kiss, after both having let out a moan of pleasure into the last, and as you pull away, you’re giggling furiously, and James is smiling.

He presses another feather light kiss to your soft lips as he swivels you back to stand upright. As you slide out of his passionate embrace, he grants himself some well-earned pleasure and presses a soft kiss to the skin at the base of your neck, just as the doors of the elevator open. And you and James are ready to make your grand entrance.

James holds out his arm for you to take, and you accept, curling both of your arms around his. You walk in sync into the middle of the room, where the guests have arrived in horse-and-carriages and are slowly entering the hotel through the giant doors. All dressed to the nines in their magnificent looking ball gowns and extraordinary suits, tailored by only the best.

You and James go your separate ways to greet the guests; James spending a lot more time with the female guests than you think is necessary, and you spending at most ten seconds greeting each man.

“You would think a gentleman like James would not flirt with other women in front of you. How pathetic. Look how divine you are, Ms Y/L/N.” The bartender, Gracie, says from behind the bar as you walk over to the bar for a drink. “What’s your order for this evening, dolly?”

“Poison, so I can put it in James’ drink,” you reply, deadpanned. You had had enough of his bullshit tonight, and the night has barely even begun. “But then who would run the Cortez? Mrs Evers? You?”

“You, of course,” She starts, stating it matter-of-factly. “I’d advise you to go talk to Mr Valentino who’s standing in the corner over there.” She points in the distance. “Two can play at that game James is playing with you.”

“Oh darling, I love only you,” you say, mocking him. “It would not surprise me in the slightest if he’s having an affair with Hazel behind my back.”

“Oh, dolly. Hazel is not the type of woman he likes. Maybe he’s doing it to make you jealous.”

You nod, though you think poisoning his drink is not the smartest idea, as Gracie swirls around your usual alcoholic drink of choice in a small glass, trying to take your mind off what James is currently doing.

“I was surprised he hasn’t proposed yet since we've been together a year, but after seeing that… I don’t think there’s hope anymore.”

Moments later you feel familiar hands grabbing your waist, pulling you into an embrace, much different than the one in your bedroom ten minutes ago. It’s cold, distant almost, and James already smells like another woman’s perfume.

“Oh, now you want me?” You scoff, shoving his hands away from your waist. “That’s not how it works, March. You cannot go off with another woman and expect me to be okay with it. I’ve dealt with it enough with Beverly and I don’t want to have to do it again!”

James’ lips part, his mouth falling open in shock, breath stuttering as he tries to get words out, but no sound leaves his throat. He swallows the breath that caught in his throat, and his shock went down with it, leaving his frustration.

“I barely touched her, that is hardly the reason why my darling is so upset,” he says to Liz, who tuts at him.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, we were watching you, Mr March. You were all over that woman! I can even smell perfume off you and I know Y/N does not wear Jasmine. Was she even on your mind when you were over there with that other woman?”

James doesn’t say anything, instead leaving the bar in search of you, and he finds you almost immediately; down where the oldest part of the hotel is being renovated.

James doesn’t say anything, instead leaving the bar in search of you, and he finds you almost immediately; down where the oldest part of the hotel is being renovated.

You didn’t know where you’re running to, but anywhere away from James and the scent of another woman’s perfume lingering on him, and God awful perfume at that. You would think for the grand opening night of the Hotel Cortez she would wear a nice scent at least—

“Darling?” James calls, to no answer from you. “I need to have a private conversation with you before dinner.”

“No, James. Leave me alone—!”

“I am in love with only you, Dearest.”

You scoff, turning your back to him, crossing your arms over your chest. He walks up behind you, trailing his fingers down the curve of your neck, down your arm, down, down, to lace his fingers with yours, unravelling your arms from their crossed position, his lips taking a similar path. “And I will never lay my eyes on another woman again if that makes you happy. I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t want you to be upset with me.”

Your heart thrums in your chest as his kisses slow down, trailing back up to your neck, stopping to suck on your skin into his mouth, grazing the skin between his teeth, leaving a mark that would surely show up purple by dinner. But you don’t stop him this time, instead leaning into his soft touch, your breath ragged as his grip on your hips tightens.

“And yet you were flirting with another woman right in front of me,” you retort, his grip on your hips loosening so he can spin you around to face him.

“I was simply complimenting her outfit, my love.”

“So kissing her cheek and whispering in her ear is giving a compliment? Wow, March. You’ve got some nerve,” you scoff, trying to push him away, but his grip on you is too tight.

“I want my guests to feel welcome! I want people to come to my hotel, darling.”

“I’m not buying it,” you say, just as an idea pops into your head. Karma’s a bitch, but James has had it coming. A sly smile stretches the corners of your lips upwards, and you take James’ arm in yours. “You know… Actually, I forgive you. Let’s have a lovely dinner with our guests to celebrate.”

“I will not dare look at another woman, my Darling. You are my one and only. There is nobody I would rather spend my life with, until death do us part.”

One and only, you repeat to yourself in your head as you head back down to the entrance with James, to announce dinner will be served in the next ten minutes.

James takes a seat at the top of the table, and you take the seat closest to him on the left, opposite a young man. He looks to be the same age as James, slightly younger, maybe by a year or two. You make eye contact with him and he smiles back at you, a smile so contagious the corners of your lips begin to turn upwards.

“If I cannot look at other women, you cannot look at other men, my dear,” James says, his brows slightly furrowed.

“Oh so it is alright for you to get another woman’s perfume all over you, and yet I cannot even smile at somebody?” Your smile broadens as the crease between his brows deepens. “Are you jealous, Jimmy?” You say, knowing how much he hates it when you call him that in front of other people.

“Never,” he says between gritted teeth, the grip he has on his knife a bit too tight for comfort. “Now, would you be a dear and help Ms Evers?”

“I—“ you splutter, you can’t believe what you’re hearing. “So you’re treating me like a servant now?”

“No, I’m simply asking you to help so everyone can get their food faster. And so we can be back in our bedroom faster.” Liar, he just wants to punish you, and publicly embarrass you in front of his guests for embarrassing him.

“I can’t get up. I can barely move in this dress on my own, it’s restraining me!”

James leans over towards you, placing one of his strong hands on your thigh. “It is indeed a tight one, my darling,” James says under his breath, matter of factly, tightening his grip on you under the table, making you let out a quiet yelp. One of which you were holding in for quite some time, since the elevator.

James chuckles under his breath, turning to look directly into your eyes. He leans in closer to your ear to whisper; “However, I do quite like watching you squirm. So you will do as I say.”

“James… I—”

“Not now, darling. Do you want to embarrass yourself in front of our guests? I thought so. Now, go help Ms Evers.”

You roll your eyes, shoving James’ hand away from you. He frowns again, and it looks like he’s about to stand up himself.

“Please, excuse my angel and I for a moment,” James announces as he stands to his feet, avoiding eye contact with you. “I’m afraid dinner will have to wait.”

He grabs your wrist and pulls you roughly out of your seat, taking you away from the table and back to the elevator. When you get to your bedroom, James pulls you inside and locks the door behind you both as you walk into the middle of the room.

“Dearest…” he says, flicking the light switch off so you’re in complete darkness. “I believe you need to be reminded of who you belong to.”

“James, I— I can’t see where you are.”

“You will know where I am, my love.” He says from afar, and you can hear his footsteps approaching you, his hot breath ghosting your skin. “Just listen to my voice, there is no need to be scared of the dark.”

He lets his lips linger, hovering right on yours, his cold skin contrasting with your warmth. You can feel his breath on your lips. You can almost taste him. And you both can’t bear it. He presses his lips to yours as he curls his arms around you, pulling you against him, walking you backwards against the wall.

He moans as his tongue finds yours, resting his hand on the nape of your neck, threading his fingers through your hair at the base of your neck. He takes a handful of your hair in his grip and pulls gently, making you exhale loudly against him.

“You like that, Darling? Hm?”

You let out a whimpering moan in response, his hand caressing your waist and back as he kisses you deeply, drifting slowly, subtly, upwards, until he could hook his fingers under the fabric of the top of your dress. He hesitates to roam his hands to the zipper at the back momentarily, until you press closer to him, the movement making his hand drop back to your hip.

You take his bottom lip between your teeth as you pull away, letting it go with a quiet snap, making James groan. “Oh, my. Do that again, my Queen.”

And you do, drawing it out longer than the last time, letting out a soft moan of your own, arching your back and pressing your chest against his. Despite himself, and despite how many times he has fantasized about having you all to himself, nothing compares to how it actually feels, how nervous you make him even when he’s the one making the decisions and deciding what needs to be done tonight. But it isn’t enough, he has to get closer to you, somehow.

“I loved this dress on you, Dearest, but I’m afraid it now has to come off.”

His words send a shiver up your spine, and you can feel his eyes on you, looking deep into your soul though you’re surrounded by darkness, and the anticipation of what he will do next. He takes the small zipper on the back of your dress in between his index finger and thumb, pulling it down, and you take your arms out of the sleeves, letting the garment fall to the floor.

“I’m all yours, Sir,” you say, coiling your arms back around his neck. Though in complete darkness, you feel more exposed than ever, feeling the fabric of James’ suit brushing against your skin as he pulls you back into him, bringing his hand up to caress the side of your face.

“My my, all mine,” he replies. “It didn’t take much for you to admit that you’re mine, my beloved.”

“I just wanted to teach you a lesson, Mr March.”

You bring your hands up to where you think the buttons closing his suit jacket are, and you unbutton them, shoving the garment off him, doing the same with his shirt. You take your fingernails down his chest and stomach, and his fingers get to work unbuckling his belt and trousers.

“A lesson?”

“Shh, James… Less talking, more touching.”

As he is doing so, you start walking him backwards to where you think the bed is, and thank goodness James has a soft landing, as his back hits the mattress. You climb on top of him, your lips attaching themselves to his neck, attacking the skin, and you can almost see the purple marks in the darkness.

You rock your hips against his growing erection, hearing what sounds like whimpers coming from the back of his throat. You’ve never heard him like this before, and God, what a sound for sore ears.

A knock on the door interrupts you both, and you brace yourself, knowing James will begin shouting at whoever it is in 3… 2… “Who dares interrupt my love and I?! I’ll cut your arms off so you won’t bother us again!”

“Dinner has been served Mr March.” It's Ms Evers, so thankfully no limbs will be cut off. Tonight, anyway. “We are all waiting for you and your lovely Y/N.”

“Dinner can wait, Ms Evers. I’m quite busy right now,” he says, not leaving his position on the bed, instead encouraging you to kiss his neck again, threading his fingers through your hair again. “Allow us ten minutes of privacy, and then we shall join our guests for dinner.”

“As you wish, Mr March.”

As you wish, Mr March, you repeat in your mind, mocking her. She’s so desperate to be James’ number one that you get second hand embarrassment from it. She never stops.

You lift your head up to look at James, who’s got a little smirk playing on his lips. “Although, what you have to offer me, my love, will fill me to the brim. I will be too full for dinner when I’m done with you.”

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Skincare with Evan (smut)

Warning: sexual content

Keep your head still, I’m not done yet, I command. You’d look like a shriveled prune without me, I say as I coat my lips with a thick layer of lip balm and give him a kiss.

This is my favorite part, he purrs and tries to pull me back for another kiss.

No, no, no, I complain, pretending to put up a fight, but I eventually give up and lock lips with him.

My fingers dig into his hair and he pulls me tighter into his embrace. 

My breasts ache pressed against his strong chest. His fingers run up and down my spine and I instinctively lift a leg and wrap it around his hips. 

Oh, he remarks, smiling at me. 

He lifts me up and I wrap my other leg around him. He pins me against the wall, pushes my underwear to the side and enters me with two fingers. 

Did you apply hyaluronic acid here as well?, he asks mischievously.

I burst into laughter, but as he starts teasing me with his fingers, my laughter turns to moans and my eyelids press together. My lips are hungry for his, I push my tongue inside his mouth. 

He holds me against the wall and teases me with soft strokes. His movements get faster and harder on my clit, and I can feel the tension building up. I let out a gasp and my body goes slack. If it wasn’t for him holding me, I’d collapse instantly. He pushes himself closer into me while unbuckling his belt. He forces himself into my throbbing vagina and I cry out. Pain mixes with pleasure, as he thrusts himself hard inside of me. I can’t compose myself. I can feel another orgasm building up from the steady pounding against my pelvis. A second wave of pleasure washes over me and I can’t control my moans. 

He growls and gives a final thrust all the way inside me. I can feel his warmth filling me up. 

He gently lowers me to the floor and crashes on top of me, with his head on my stomach. My body is limp, arms and legs spread out, my breathing unsteady from the continuous spasms of my abdominal muscles. 

And an orgasm to complete the routine and seal in that stunning glow, he notes as he kisses my belly and draws his fingers over my aching vagina, making me flinch. He then gets up, leaving me on the floor to regain my composure.

I’ll be waiting for you on the porch with a drink.

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