#JPM smut

[emmalandry]

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟙𝟝 ~ 𝔻𝕣𝕪 ℍ𝕦𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘

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Waking up to tate grinding softly against your plump ass. His hard on gliding against the soft flesh as he whimpers in his sleep. You reach your hand behind you and lightly shake him "Tate, Honey, wake up."

His eyes flutter open and flash down to notice his cock humping against your thigh. "I-i'm sorry baby. My cocks just so hard it hurts." his voice is stuttery and the poor boy is just so embarrassed :(

But you make sure to reassure him that it's okay. "It's okay baby, just keep going, make yourself feel good." His voice is soft as he mutters out broken thank yous and I love yous.

It doesn't take long for him to finish at the feeling of your soft flesh and his pj pants rubbing his cock just right.

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[marchsfreakshow]

Bloodthirsty And Lustful [James Patrick March]

SMUT.

You're a stressed out writer, and came to the cortez, James has been helping you ever since you got here. Now, after a nap, he wants to ask you your deepest desires. Maybe even help you let go.

Warning; this is the most unhinged smut you will ever read from me. This just came out of a dark place in my brain cause of a c.ai chat lol. Thank you to @babygorewhore for being a beta-reader for this <3

Actual warnings!: you like blood. Like, you really like blood. (Reader is really unhinged in this, please bare with) descriptions of organs, bones, skin layers, grinding, switch!reader & switch!JPM, PnV, riding, James lets you take off his neck velvet. Crud smut writing.

18+! MINORS DNI- READ MY SFW WORKS

No one's perspective.

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James peered through the door to see you sitting on the bed, laptop on your lap, head in hands, and a pair of headphones thrown randomly across the room. You looked a mess, and James was worried you hadn't slept enough. Your novel had to be perfect! You needed to spend every moment writing! Every word needed to be up to standard. It drove you crazy and led you to fall asleep right then and there. Everything came crashing down when your headphones broke while taking them off. Instead of freaking out and crying, you just let out a sigh and threw them across the room.

The man stood there, staring at you while you slept, intently watching every unconscious move your body took. He wondered how on earth that odd device in your lap could cause you such problems. Wasn't it meant to make writing easier? Maybe so, but didn't stop the frustrations of wanting to write the next great American novel. It just worried him, and he kneeled by your side. Seeing how you breathed, how you gently gripped the pillow and your eyebrows furrowed together in frustration. A dream or nightmare of something that has stressed you out.

"James." You whimpered in your sleep. It made the man jump back slightly before he walked to the other side of the bed, sitting by your side. Worries were overtaking your wonderous dream. James wanted nothing more than to kill who was hurting you in your beautiful mind.

The night went on, and you woke up slowly at whatever time. You couldn't tell, and you also didn't care. James was sitting on one of the chairs, occasionally looking over to you. The curtains were always closed, and the door barely stayed open. Lights were on, but dim. Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, and the figure sitting in the chair was blurry. "Love, you're awake." He mentioned when he saw you sit up. You nodded in response. The ghost motioned you to come over, which you obliged despite not understanding much around you. Leather chairs were never comfortable. You were so comfortable in the bed, thinking about how to write, what to write and the deadline.

"What is it, James? I was so comfortable." Grogginess was the undertone in your voice, and you were unable to keep your eyes open. It felt like 2am or 3am. But what a ravishing man next to you. He sat up properly, posture still incredible even after death. Then you were curling up on the cold, leathery, old chair, hugging yourself.

"Dear...I want to talk to you."

"We can do that in the morning."

"No." His voice almost snapped and was rushed. "No...we're alone at this hour." Typical. The night was his favourite time to talk. Sure some people were still awake, but he knew how silent it was at 3am.

"Fine." You groaned slightly. "What did you want to talk abou-"

"Your desires. Your true wants, and needs." Sudden eye contact intimidated you and your sleepy eyes. Cue fiddling with your necklace, your own blood vial. The small amount of liquid rushed around in the vial, caused by your own finger. You never had anyone to do it with you.

You never said it creepily! All you asked your friends was if they wanted to share a blood vial because it was pretty. No one accepted. So you cut your finger. Your pinky on your non-dominant hand. It hurt, but only for a second. Seeing the blood slowly drip out, and the skin layers opening up so quick, it was invigorating for you. Opened up a deep fantasy, and morbid desire. One no one was ever told about. It was a secret to you, and maybe your stuffed animals. Was it that James was asking you to explore those fantasies with him? Impossible unless he could read minds. A secret fantasy like this always hid itself in the back of your mind, never to be found.

James noticed your darting eyes, your fiddling and laboured breaths. "Darling.." He trailed off, feeling your free hand softly, almost too soft. You felt the ghost-like touches (ha-) and your bloodshot eyes met his.

"James, you're..a murderer."

"...Well, yes. I have indeed told you that fact before. In fact, you were not as shocked as others. Humans are fascinating creatures." He chuckled, seeing the humour in your sentence.

Ah, a sentence that put you on edge. They are. Humans, with their layers, complexity. Humans with their need to have attention on them at all times, to create for others. All of it, it was all in your obsession. "Tell me about your interest my hummingbird. Nothing can be too much for me."

"Can I? Can I really?" You asked with a whisper, a slight glint appearing in your eyes. James nodded, and you immediately let loose. A dam breaking in half to bring in a flood. "Human bodies are so, fascinating." Your instant smile was almost manic like you lost your mind when your interest was mentioned.

"Medical shows seldom get it right. Scrubs does. They do it well."

"Have you, ever seen a body in real life? Not on these shows you mention?" James interjected. He wanted to ask you for details of your sick and morbid love for the dead. To see if his erection would get any harder. The thought of seeing you killing or exploring a body, covered in blood made James want to fall harder for you. Your crazy matched his crazy. Maybe more.

"No. It's...a dream though. Whether someone else cut open the body, or I cut them open...I've always wanted to dig around and feel what the organs feel like, hold a bloody bone in my hand..." You then go to bite my nails nonchalantly like you didn't just confirm your want for a morbid and murdering mind. He stared at you, something in his eyes. A sudden need to murder, and a flame of lust for you. Knowing someone shared his deep desires and could help each other, it made him want you more, But hid it with a breath.

"It's so fucking deranged! but the body is so complex. I want to study the tiny nerves and pick out the bones or organs I'm closest to. Having a fully empty body. Maybe even just having a skin and muscle body. It's just so, interesting." A sly smile reached you and almost made you giggle like a maniac. This sudden insanity made James light up.

"Come here." He beckoned you, and you submissively stood in front of him. But not 3 seconds later did he pull you down onto his lap, holding your waist. Gripping your skin, and nails digging into your sides. One more word from you about your loves, and he would have taken you right then and there. "You are, full of surprises my love."

Feeling him under you, you bit your lip and rested your head by his ear. "I bet your ghostly body is the most interesting. I wonder if there's anything different about a ghost body compared to an alive body." You gave in to what he wanted. He wanted to know everything. Every gory detail that your horrid brain could conjure up. Adding to your warm breaths on his neck, you gently traced around his chest, fiddling with his buttons, but never undoing them. Teasing James to hell and back.

James' breathing hitched slightly, before he took a hold of your face, and brought you close, noses almost touching. "Tell me. What else do you want to explore? Please."

You gazed at his lips before meeting his dark eyes once again, "Everything. I want to explode a heart. Maybe even open up organs, and see what makes a human tick. Take out the muscles, and bend them backwards. And, I want to knock open a skull. See what makes a human live. Unravel the brains, read what goes on." While talking, you occasionally moved your fingers to where you were talking, letting your fingers trace James' head and slicked back hair.

He shuddered as you moved around. Both his imagination and yours going crazy. You felt him twitch under you, and it was only a matter of time until he gave in to his lust. This urged you to carry on talking, to dig deeper into the fantasy that you forbade yourself from thinking about. "James?"

He whined out a "hm?" Eyes closed, and hands gripping onto the chair arms.

"give me a fresh body."

"wh.. what?" He spluttered before moving his hands around your torso. The way your soft skin moved in his hands, mouldable like putty.

"cover me in someone's blood. And let me taste the sweet iron on my tongue." The way you spoke felt sensual, and you ran your hands through his hair, the slicked-back threads being thrown in any and all directions.

It simply drove the man insane.

"Your wish is always my command my sweet bird." He was hungry. He wanted to devour your words while they were being choked out of you. He wanted to hear your cries for murder while he fucked you like nothing else mattered. "What, other things do you wish to see? How much depraved insanity can one handle?" James picked you up and almost threw you onto the bed.

First your shirt went, then your trousers. His clothing came next. "I have such an urge to kill. I want to see the way a human body dies." You sighed. His vest went in one direction, your bra went the other way. "How fire burns the skins and the muscles. I want to see a fresh slash open up the layers of skin. I want it all James."

The cold man on top of you hadn't even penetrated you, yet he felt like he was close to an orgasm. Hearing your insane wants and needs so close to his own. Using your depraved thoughts as a way to get him to fuck you was nothing but insanity. Craziness you could only tell him.

"I want to kill someone whilst you're inside of me. Is that crazy to want?" You confessed in a whisper, on your knees and undoing James' belt.

"Nothing is crazy my hummingbird. I'll happily oblige." He took your chin in his hand, doe eyes meeting his. The pure, slightly innocent look on your face made him closer and closer to bending you over and making you feel heaven. You reached your hand up to his velvet, but he hissed slightly and backed away. "Bunny..." He panted.

"I know it's sensitive, but can I see..it sir?" You asked, pressing kisses closer and closer to the wound that haunted James so. He felt frozen. You wanted to see something so, forbidden. Something he never let anyone see. Something that held a memory.

He took a deep breath before pushing his control back onto you. "My... you want something so...forbidden.." and you nodded intensely. He was only left in his velvet and boxers. Something had to go first, it had to be that dear fabric he wore so closely.

"I won't touch it, I promise. I just, fuck, I want to see neck layers, I want to see what nerves you had to cut for this to happen to you." You knew it was an odd choice, but he nodded after a few minutes of silence. He stiffened up as you reached behind his neck and pulled it off slowly. The man couldn't find words to describe the way he felt. Having someone be so, interested and obsessed with the way he died, almost wanting to have sex with him because of the fantasies they denied.

Your deep breaths felt warm against the cold cut, and you spoke before James had a chance to tell you to stop. "Oh, James. Oh, this cut is magnificent. So many layers..how much blood spilt out..?"

The question threw James off a bit, but nonetheless, he was happy to answer, getting closer to fucking you at every point. "More than you could imagine." He left his fingertips resting under your chin.

The words that left his lips almost tipped you over the edge, and you forced James to lie down on the bed. You were, once again, on top of him. This time, tugging at his boxers, and moving your own underwear to the side. Everything hit you like a freight train and you couldn't hold back anymore. Degenerate, depraved, blood fuelled sex. It was what you needed. To be filled by a killer you wanted to kill with.

Two pairs of hands unable to sort and fix themselves in one place, they had to move, they had to grip, scratch and trace. Two pairs of eyes focusing on eachother, unable to look away from the bloodlust you felt for the other.

It was rough, fast and hard. He moaned out for you louder than he had ever been before. You whimpered his name, desperate for a quick release. There were no other noises other than your lewd moans, until you stopped all of a sudden.

"Darling.." James whined slightly. Eyes slightly erratic, you held his face in your soft hands.

"I need you James. I need you eternally. To see you covered in the deep red of blood." The utmost eroticness of your words almost earned you a 'fuck' escaping from your partner below you.

Almost.

Instead he groaned, slapped his hands to your waist and thrusted upwards over and over. It was careless, but hard. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside you, letting your eyes nearly disappear up into your head. Moans were practically screams.

The thought of seeing you covered in blood, waiting for him to take you made the man desperate. Everything everyone else couldn't be. He was getting close and even more desperate for both you to come at the same time. It drove you over the edge as you finished faster than expected, and you sort of wrapped your hands around James' neck, then laid down the best you could while he was still inside you. He chuckled darkly and thrust inside of you once more, earning an almost pornagraphic moan from you.

Feeling paralyzed, you adjusted yourself so you were simply just laying ontop of James. Silence was the best sound at that moment, and he kept his hands placed on your waist. "Mine." He smiled against the crook of your neck.

"Especially because of my deranged, bloody thoughts?"

"Especially because of these beautiful thoughts you have."

You supposed James was your murdering partner now, and would help you fulfill the fantasies you desired for. A gentleman, yet a physcopath who used the bodies of those he killed. Everything about him shouldn't be so, handsome and you shouldn't want him the way you do. But a murdering gentleman is someone you couldn't refuse.

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Tagging;

@fear-is-truth @nahoyasboyfriend @slvt4jamesmarch @taintandviolent @tatelangdonsweater @lvxybby

[americanwh0rerstory]

Dinner with his dearest [James Patrick March]

SUMMERY: Headcanons of what i think dinner with james is like if you were married. contains both pre and post death james.

CONTENT WARNING: mentions of murder, suicide, suggestive themes at the end

No smut this time, anyone can read but be warned for dark content and suggestive themes

Predeath!James

he takes you out to the finest restaurants

it doesn’t matter how far away they are, he will drive you there. only the best restaurants for his dearest

he’ll open the car door for you, before you get in and once you get out

he’ll have you hold his arm as you walk around, you’re his afterall

you order your meal first, he always insist on ladies first

he’ll always have the same as you and order a bottle of red wine for the table.

he refuses to let you pour the wine, not because he doubts your ability but because he’s a gentleman and doesn’t want to risk you accidentally spilling wine on yourself

if anyone looked at you wrong, attempted to flirt, or even spoke in a manner that james didn’t like then he’d kill them after he took you home

on the night he died he was supposed to have dinner with you, it was supposed to be a date night.

he killed you before he killed himself, so you’d be ghosts forever

“now dearest, it’ll only hurt for a moment but then we have eternity” james reassures as he holds up his machete, keeping one hand laced with your own as he brings it to your throat. in a quick slash he sliced your throat, the crimson liquid spilling out like a fountain and covering both yours and james’ finest outfits in a messy smear of carmine blood. “i love you, my dove… death will never part us” he said smoothly with that familiar velvety tone before flipping the blade and doing the same to him. your dying memories were the sounds of the police banging on the door, and your fingers intwined with those of your husband. you weren’t a stranger to his dark hobby, but you never anticipated that you’d be his final victim in life.

Ghost!James

once a month you’d have a dinner date, just to keep up the normalities of your past life

he kept up the tradition of exquisite meals, having Ms Evers make you whatever you desired. even in death you’d be treated like a princess

whenever he killed a guest who had a nice outfit or expensive jewellery he’d always take it and regift it to you when you’d have dates

“look Darling! i saw this and thought of you… the colour of these jewels made me think of your eyes, it’s beautiful is it not?”

on devils night you’re always top of the list of invitees. he’d never have devils night without you.

he acts possessive when around the other serial killers, making it clear that you were his and he wouldn’t be pleased if anything happened to you.

he celebrates every anniversary with you, and when you eventually reached 100 years, he recreated your wedding ceremony the best he could with the limited resources of the hotel. the same meal, music, decor. it was the most beautiful date night you had ever had

the classical music on james’ vinyl player echoed throughout the room, aiding your movements as you danced with him around the room. it was the same song from your wedding night, and he’d made sure he still knew the same dance from that night. he looked into your eyes as you danced, losing himself in those same eyes that captivated him a century ago. he continued to dance all whilst the music played, a gentle smile on his lips as he enjoyed the moment. “well dearest this has been a fun night, one i hope you enjoyed just as much as i did. but you do remember what we did after the ceremony, don’t you?” james drawls in his brahmin accent, a light smirk replacing that loving grin as he recalled the act you did after the wedding. “it is tradition to consummate the marriage, and i’m sure you’d love to recreate such a magical night to its former greatness”

A/N: i haven’t written properly for james before, so i hope you all enjoyed this <3

[j1mmys-darl1ng]

⋇⊶⊰ if ___ walked in on you pleasuring yourself⊱⊷⋇

Charecters:Tate, Kyle, jpm, kai

Content: sexual headcannons

A/n: im working on a fic that involves two characters so please be patient while i work on this (this is just a filler)

Tate:

-would walk in, see you then eigher walk straight out or watch you untill you finish

-definitely would bring it up later

-"soooo.. What did i catch you doing earlier?"

-"sure... Sure"

Kyle (pre-franken):

-would see you and start imediately apologising while walking out and closing the door

-would act extremely awkward for the rest of the day around you

-"im so so so sorry about earlier.. Mabye lock the door next time?"

James partick march:

-lets be honest he'd probably stare, say something, walk out then wait a few minutes then walk back in

-"oh!"

-wouldnt bring it up unless to blackmail you

Kai:

-would walk in and call you a slut

-DEFINITELY would use it as blackmail

-"you wouldn't want anybody to find out about your small secret now, would you? You little slut"

-if he did perhaps tell people, he'd make it sound way worse than what happened

A/n: thank you guys for all the love on my other posts! Ill try and get the new fic out soon but it will be slightly long so dont quote me on that!

Thank you for reading! <3

[marchswifey]

James Patrick March’s NSFW alphabet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A lot experienced, of course.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

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

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

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

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

Natural. Not overwhelming but it's there.

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

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

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

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

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

A LOT.

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

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

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

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

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

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

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

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

He likes to give and receive in the same way.

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

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

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

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

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

HE HIMSELF IS THE RISK

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

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

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

He owns a few…

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A solid 8 inches, thick.

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

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

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

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

[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

[evanpfics]

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

Your Award - James P. March (smut)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You got someone to cook for you?”

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

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

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

The plates were already made.

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

You chuckled a bit.

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

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

“Still, dig in Y/LN!”

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

“It tastes amazing, sir.”

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

Your face appeared slightly shocked.

You nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He lit up a cigarette before taking a puff.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What about the countess, James?”

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

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

He clicked his tongue.

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

“But as will you, Y/N”

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

“So..”

He downs the shot.

“Do you accept this proposal?”

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

“I do.” You hesitate.

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

“Very well, you may begin whenever.”

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

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

You gulped before making your way over to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was beautiful to you.

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

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

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

Your tongue roamed around his mouth savoring each moment.

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t worry about it, James.”

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

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

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

You pulled down the boxers aswell.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You stopped.

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

You smiled at him with a teasing grin.

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

This startled you a bit.

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

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

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

You obediently opened wide sticking out your tongue.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“James.” You moaned.

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

He finally stopped before hovering over you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You.. feel outstanding.” He huffed.

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait! James.” You exclaimed.

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

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

He nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

You grew nervous and red.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your legs shook as your orgasm came closer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded.

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

He hummed a mhm sounding one.

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

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

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

Thanks for reading!

[ev4npeterslover]

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

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

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

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

“Wait what do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He just smirked

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

You could feel that he was close too.

“Cum inside me mr. March” you moaned

“Always my dear”

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

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

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

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[thoughtyouwerentafraidofanything]

LIAR LIAR, PANTS ON FIRE.

Pairings: James patrick march x female reader

Summary: James punishes you for cheating on him.

Warnings: cigarette burns, riding, smut, cheating.

Authors note: sorry about the quality of this just needed to finish this

James had a feeling you weren't completely loyal to him.

He would watch from the hotel as you gallivanted your way out of the hotel running to embrace your friends with a hug. James was never fond of you leaving the hotel, he didn't like you being far from him.

He didnt like the possibility of you meeting other men.

He would tell himself you were devoted to him and only him yet he would remeber your young and free spirited mind that didn't care about rules and make himself worry.

You had charmed him with your carelessness, yet now he worried about it.

If he was attracted to you for your eccentric personality others would definitely be too.

Two weeks ago you had kissed James goodbye as you practically ran out from the hotel, luggage in hand. You hadn't given James a chance to object to your vacation as he watched your figure hurry down the hallway and vanish from his sight

A few minutes later there you were again floors below him, rushing into your taxi.

James hadn't seen or heard from you in too long.

He would shake his head at himself for being so reliant on some woman, he a strong man and could handle your absence without a problem.

Or so he thought.

James would spend hours a week staring out of windows watching for your taxi to park outside of the hotel cortez and reveal your figure.

He practically jumped with joy when he saw you once again, you had finally returned to him. As happy as James was a feeling of doubt and betrayal bubbled through him. James was sat in his office chair, his hands leaning against his knees as he looked outside.

He seen you hop out of your taxi ready to rush back into his embrace, yet he also saw a tanned hand pull you back towards the taxi , matching fanned face planting a kiss right on your delicate lips.

You jokingly smacked this mysterious man's hand from your wrist and waved goodbye as you entered the hotel.

James was livid.

He was right all along, you were nothing but a wild horse, you knew nothing about loyalty.

The sound of your footsteps rattled through james's ears, how could he face yoh without ripping you apart.

"Mr March, I'm baaack"

You burst through the door to James's office, you didn't care for yohr luggage as you dumped it on the floor leaving it behind as you scurried closer to James.

You were a bit disappointed to see James not reciprocate your excitement for your return but still ran over to him.

The smell of smoke filled your nostrils as you came closer to James, he was smoking a cigarette and avoiding eye contact with you, you hadn't seem him in ages and wanted to make up for all the time you had lost.

You lowered yourself onto James's lap, your butt perched inbetween his spread legs, your thighs took place on either side of James's hips as you placed your hands ontop of his shoulders.

You were smiling as you gazed into James's eyes, you didn't understand whg he wouldnt look back at you so you decided to take action Into your own hands.

You began to gently massage his shoulders, your thumbs moving from the base of his neck to behind his ears. You could see how much he wanted to let out a noise of relief but he bit down on the need to and stayed silent.

Huffing out a sih you lean back taking your hands off of James's shoulders, you fold your arms and look at him sternly.

"What's wrong james I thought you would be happy that I'm back"

You heard a scoff and James finally moved his head to look you in the eyes. He had a disapproving look on his face, cigarette help between his lips burning away, his hands were on the arm rests on either side of your body.

You could sense how much he wanted to touch you.

But again, he refused.

"Trust is a very important thing dear" he began talking," it is something that can only be built up after years"

Your eyes glanced at the cigarette, the Ash still hanging on ready to fall off at any moment.

" yet it can be brocken, in seconds"

Your face screwed up in pain as the grey Ash fell onto your thigh, the heat from the flame it once adorned burned uour skin making you quickly clean it off of your leg and gently touch the abused skin.

"What are you talking about trust for" you ask as your eyes stare djwn at your leg watching the skin darken where the hot Ash fell.

"Because dear, you have lost mine"

Your face swirled with confusion, your mouth falling open slightly as your eyebrow raised slowly. You couldn't think of anything you had done to cause James to say such things to you.

"I don't understand"

He finally turned to you, no expression present on his face as he stared into your eyes.

"I never enjoyed when you left the hotel, I would worry for you're safety"

You began to lift yourself off of James's lap, not feeling it was the right time to show such affection. Your hips were grabbed onto tightly by James's hands causing your body ti tense for a second.

"Look at this, you go gallivanting off with boys for weeks and now you don't even want to touch me"

James pushed your body back down onto his, it was rare that James ever hurt you, it was never a punch or a slap but instead a harsh grab of the wrist.

"How things change so quickly"

You heard James chuckle to himself.

"James, what do you think happened in those two weeks?"

You tilted your head slightly, ready to listen to what ever he spouted out.

"You proved your loyalty was nothing but nonsense"

"You think I cheated on you?"

"I know you did, dear" James took a long drag of his almost out cigarette, "It written all over your face"

A look of astonishment was plastered to your face, you didn't know what to say, you couldn't deny what James was saying unfortunately it was true, but how could he have ever known.

"I'm being rather nice with how I'm reacting to your silence"

James's hand cups the side of your face, lifting your chin and turning your head to look him in the eyes. His other hand was holding onto the cigarette bud, rolling it in-between his fingers.

"Most men would be outraged, but me, I just want you to prove that it would never happen again"

James gently slapped his hand against your face ina playful manner, he was smiling contrasting with your frown and look of slight fear.

"Have you gone mute"

You shook your head but this didn't satisfy James want to hear your voice, he urged you to speak up.

"I'll do anything to prove myself to you"

Ypu could feel James's pride without looking at him, he loved hearing you succum to him. He loved that he didn't need to really try to make you submit to him.

"It's been a while since we have been together"

You could feel James fiddle with the hem of the skirt you were wearing.

"I'm sorry james"

He never said he had forgiven you, James never did. Instead, he urged you on, to repay him.

"You know what to do, darling"

You watched from under your eyelashes as Mr March lit up another cigarette, he took the first puff of the stick and blew the thick smoke into your face. This was his way of telling you to get a move on.

Taking a deep breath you began to move, lifting your hips up from James and fiddling with his belt, undoing it and throwing it ontop of his desk, your eyes dart up to his face waiting for some sort of instruction or indication from his features but you were ignored as his eyes stared at your separated legs.

It had been so long since he got to touch you, see you, feel you, what a pity it had to after he saw you kissing another man.

Your fingers danced around his waistband, gently wedging themselves under the fabric to pull it down as far as needed for you to access him.

You shivered when you felt a cold hand rub up and down on your right thigh, the feeling of his skin feeling as though it was burning on yours.

Springing free, you wrapped your hand around his length the overwhelming feeling of your skin made James thrust unexpectedly into your hand, you stared at him with wide eyes as he refused to make eye contact with you.

Tracing his veins with your fingers you gently run From his base to his tip, the heat coming from his dick you could feel on your hand.

"Well? Are you going to keep staring at it or do something"

Your eyes snapped up to James's, his brows furrowed, lips holding a cigarette that slowly burned, the Ash falling piece by piece into the air.

Impatient, James began to wrap his fingers under your underwear hastily pulling them down and put of the way. His hand moves to his mouth to put his cigarette down into an ashtray. Snapping back to reality your body had began to move how it knows how to your hands raked up James's body and took place on his shoulders, your legs spread wider and your body began to lower itself onto James.

The forgotten feeling of James's tip pushing through you made you throw your head back I both agony and ecstacy. The way he would stretch you had you letting out gasps of air and arching your back off of his chest, and that was only his tip. James almost died twice, the feeling of tightness that suffocated his cock blew his mind, when he noticed you had stopped moving he used the strength of his arms to press you down onto him, the feeling of your walls sliding against his dick made numerous grunts leave his lips.

You on the other hand were already a mess, your mouth hung open like it was broken, your finger tips were dug into the shoulders of your ghost counterpart, your legs were weak and the throbbing from your core ached. Your skin felt damp, your hair felt ratty and frizzy and your heart felt like it stopped.

You sucked in a large breath as you felt James's cock pull out of you slowly, the sudden feeling of emptiness filled your body, farrowing your brows you forced feeling back into your legs and perked yourself atop of James's lap, the only thing connecting the two of you being his tip which was still sunk inside of you.

Watching Mr march hold a cigarette between his fingers as he stared you down made you grow hot, hotter, you were burning against his cold skin, you sat quickly giving James no warning.

This made him yelp in shock, his hands clamped around your naked thighs as he tried to calm himself, little did the both of you know was that the cigarette in his hand was dangerously close, it was moving closer

Heat began to form in a patch of your leg until it scorched you. A scream erupted from your already dry throat, James not having any of this held your mouth shut with his empty hand.

"Is this what you are crying for, and not me?"

James looked at you as if you were pathetic as he held the half burned cigarette to your face.

"Don't you like it dear?"

He lowered the stick until it reached in-between your legs, you could feel the scorching heat at your inner thigh and woth a smirk on his face James pressed the bud into your skin at the same time as thrusting up into you.

The pulsing heat of the flame and his movements caused you to silently scream, your throat was so dry no words were coming out just whimpers and grunts, this was the same for James.

Removing the cigarette he moved to your neck and grazed your skin, the uncomfortable feeling of your flesh tighten as the burn developed made you grit your teeth yet the continuous fucking from Mr March kept you pushing down on to him.

When you left you did cheat on James, and you felt bad about it after, but right now you were glad it happened, not only did you make James jealous but you are currently getting your mind blown by his cock.

Throwing the bud away James's hands wrapped around the underside of your thighs as he briefly separated the two of your from one another, he had lifted you from his lap to the edge of his desk and planted himself right in between your legs seconds later.

Feeling his push into you again made you roll your eyes back, James didn't give you a chance to apologise for cheating as he rutted into you.

Papers from his desk went flying, a thumping noise came every time James thrust inside of you and you knew everyone below could hear the two of you.

Your release was near and coming closer quicker than any other time, was it the excitement of James funking you out of jealousy that made you so horny? Or was it the fact that you hadn't touched one another for two weeks?

Whatever it was was working and oh god you were close.

James didn't care however, he was just using you as you used him, he felt angry but rather than acting out in rash ways he decided to use his anger to fuck you, maybe even fuck a baby into you who knows would that even work? He didn't care.

Your arms wrapped around him, your right arm reaching for his hair as your fingers dug into his scalp and tugged at the strands, your left grabbed at his arm the feeling of his tense muscles twitched everytime he moved inside of you pleased you to no extend.

You were spent with a few more thrusts, your pussy tightened around James making him tower over you as you let your release coat his cock.

James, being the gentleman he was, stayed where he was ever so slightly moving his hips to allow you to ride out your orgasm.

When you were finished, James lifted himself from you,

"James, I'm so sorry." You began to shuffle off of the desk to leave the room to freshen up or even take a nap when James's hands took hold of your shoulders

"Where do you think you're off to?"

He used a little of his strength to push your tired body down onto the surface of the desk.

"I haven't forgiven you yet"

[chiptaylorsfirst]

Kinkmas: Day 4

Day 4 - Size Difference

Word Count: 1,695

Pairing: dom!James Patrick March x fem!ghost!wife!Reader

Warning: Smut, kinda dark, violence and killing, size difference kink, fingering, slight choking kink, a bit of nibbling

Summary: After a foolish man decides to mess with you, you and James take things into your own hands, leading you to feel a certain way towards one another.

The very first day that James met you, he knew you had to be his. He didn’t understand why but he was simply astounded by how small you were compared to him. You were a petite woman who was a bit shorter than what James was used to. Women during his time were tall and fit. They weren’t as small as you and normally weighed a bit more. He liked the fact that you could be thrown around if he wanted and for some reason, you liked it too. So now when he saw his beautiful wife being hit on by a man who couldn’t take a hint, he became enraged. You were at the bar, trying your best to take your mind off of some stress you had in the past few days.

You were there to talk to Liz, knowing she’d give the best advice and brighten your day. Unfortunately, that couldn’t work because you felt your shoulder being tapped by a tall, lanky man with a smirk on his face. “What you doing here, gorgeous? You’re here all alone without a man?” You turned to face him, rolling your eyes as you did. “I’m just trying to calm my temper and you’re not helping at all. Please take your hand off of me and walk away. I have a husband who’d cut your hand off right now without batting an eye.” The stranger laughed before leaning close to you. “Woah there, sweetie. Am I supposed to be scared of that?”

“You should be,” your husband said, his voice smooth and his expression tense. “I’m James Patrick March, owner of this hotel and this beautiful woman’s husband and you are a dead man walking.” James offered his hand for the other man to shake. He just looked at him before taking a sip of the drink he ordered. “I’m supposed to be scared of you? Listen up, buddy. I’m going to fuck your wife before the night is over and she’s gonna like it because women are cheating, stuck-up, bitches who leave you with nothing but problems. You’re not gonna do a thing about it, okay, mister owner of Hotel Cortez.”

Liz simply watched, sipping on a drink she made for herself. She tapped the man on his shoulder and shook her head. “Honey, there are many different people at this hotel that you can speak to any kind of way and get away with it. They’ll just take disrespect and walk but Mr. and Mrs. March are the two people that you don’t want to piss off at all. I think you should start apologizing right now and pray to whatever creator you believe in for a slither of mercy and just hope that they’ll answer.” 

“She’s right,” the Countess remarked with a smile. “I’d know,” she said with a giggle before walking away. “Don’t ever touch me again, you fucking dog. You mean nothing to me. Leave this building before I kill you,” you said to the man before you. He wrapped his hand around your throat and James cut his hand off the moment he did it. He gave a look of horror and ran away. You grabbed James’ knife and chased after him. You felt a rush of excitement once you finally realized that this was your chance to kill someone after 3 years of being trapped in this hotel. 

Normally, James never allowed the spilling of blood in The Cortez but this was under different circumstances. James followed you and you smirked once you chased him to one of the dead-end halls. “Looks like you can’t run away from me anymore. I think I’ll do the honors of taking this pathetic man’s life. James, do you mind helping me?” “Not at all, dearest.” Minutes later, you were dragging his body to Liz, informing her that you didn’t want him dying on the Cortez grounds and that he only had a few minutes to die. Liz being the devoted friend she was, found a good place to run and hide his body before walking back in and changing her clothes. 

You hadn’t seen him again and let out a sigh of relief once you saw that the bloodstains had already been cleansed. “Darling,” James called out from behind you, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up and bloodstains on the ends. You could see how large his arms were compared to your own, leaving you breathless. “Yes, Mr. March?” He smiled at the name. “You looked so beautiful and ravishing in your prime whilst killing. I almost forgot how captivating you could be during moments of rage. It fascinates me.” You fully turned around now, walking to him.

You leaned into him, your lips close to his. “Does it,” you questioned, breathing into his scent. He didn’t answer, bringing his face down to yours and kissing you. It didn’t take long before the kiss became heated and you were being carried to your shared bedroom. Once he made it in your room, James threw you onto the bed. “Please undress yourself if you’d be so kind. I’ve been waiting all day and I simply think I’ll just permanently die if I have to wait any longer.” You giggled at his dramatic statement, removing your dress and undergarments as quickly as you could without tearing or ripping them. 

You then watched as James took his time to undress, revealing the pretty pale skin that lay beneath the many layers of his clothing. You enjoyed watching him and looking at his naked body. You walked to him, your hands already on him. You touched his skin, soft under your touch. His muscles tensed and relaxed as you traced your hand over his abs. “I’m so little compared to you,” you thought aloud. 

“I know, darling. That’s why I love your form so much.” You clenched your thighs together as you continued to think about it. Something about the way that he towered over you just turned you on. He picked you up, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist as he carried you to your shared bed and gently dropped you. You landed on the soft sheets and he got beside you, his eyes glancing over yours. “Darling, you’re the most ravishing woman I’ve ever seen.” You could feel your face heating up from the way he said those words, looking up at the ceiling in hopes that your shyness would go away. 

He enjoyed you in your flustered state when you were so bold minutes ago. “Sweetheart, look at me.” You did, looking up at the man whom you had the privilege of calling your husband. He took that as his chance to kiss you, his fingers finding your bundle of nerves and pleasuring you as you kissed. You squirmed around, slightly bucking up your hips to feel more. Just as you were about to tip over the edge, you felt him remove his fingers from you. You pouted and almost whined at the loss, causing laughter to emit from him. “You are such a desperate little thing, hmm?” 

You nodded in response. He got on top of you, lining himself up with your opening. His breath hitched as soon as he felt your tight, warm walls around him. “You’re so tight but you always seem to fit me so perfectly,” he stated breathily. You felt him start slowly at first, his strokes and thrusts still deep and forceful as usual. Your moans were sweet and soft, slightly bucking your hips up to your own accord. 

He gradually built up his pace until he was fucking you into the mattress. Your moans became louder and you knew that everyone in the hotel could hear it. Neither of you cared though. It wasn’t like they would tell the owner to stop. He passionately kissed you as you tipped over the edge, squirming and trembling under him. When you came down from your high, you did something very bold that you hadn’t expected to do. You flipped your positions and pinned James down on the bed. By the eager smile on his face, you could tell that he allowed you to do so. It was obvious that he was stronger than you.

“Mm, my dear, what are you trying to do to me?” You lowered down on him, struggling a little to accept all his length inside you. “I’m not trying, sweetheart. I’m doing you.” Before he could laugh from your statement, you were already bouncing and starting a medium pace for yourself. He matched your rhythm, thrusting upward and making you moan his name. You felt so tiny compared to him and you were slightly intimidated by him. The thought aroused you even more. “Fuck, James. I can feel you, mm, so deep in my t-tummy.” He kissed your neck before speaking in your ear. “You like it, don’t you, being so small?” 

“Mm hmm, y-yes James.” You could barely speak as his thrusts became more brutal. Your pace quickened, now focused on your release. With a few more bounces and strokes, you both were cumming together. You choked James as you came, making him cum inside of you faster than expected. You rode him slower, just to calm the two of you down then you got off of him. You both laid down and you laid on his chest. His arm wrapped around you and his face had this look of bliss. “You are extraordinary, my dear. It was quite nice to see you in your element killing such a terrible person.”

You smiled. “I feel the same. Watching you was exciting also.” You tried to hide how much it excited you. “Did you wish to feel me holding a knife against your throat, Y/N? I saw the way you looked at me while I killed.” You tried your best to breathe. “Mm hmm, that would be very nice.” He smiled, slightly nibbling your ear before whispering in it. “Then let us do that, darling. Nothing’s going to stop us.” By the time the day was over, you had been spoken to by a very angry and jealous Ms. Evers. 

[d0llfaac3]

Random

Warning: MDNI, porn, links to pornography videos, 18+

Saw this video and couldn’t stop thinking of James march for some reason

Jpm x maid reader

[emmalandry]

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟚𝟛~ ℍ𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕊𝕖𝕩

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How you ended up beneath the one man you hate most in this world, is beyond you. But here you are.

His large cock pummeling in and out of your cunt. He's dead for godsake, and a serial killer, and you hate him. But god, he's so handsome. Always so well-dressed.

His hair always perfectly slick back, Sure you've had a dirty thought or 2 about him. But he was your worst enemy. How the hell did this happen. You can't help but think about how good his cock feels sheathed inside your throbbing pussy.

Your cervix is sore from how rough he is but honestly this is the best sex you've ever had. You can't help but mewl and writhe beneath him until you feel a stinging sensation hit your face. "God shut up will you, My dove. Such a fucking stupid bitch."

His words are so smooth with his mid-atlantic accent. His voice is like a song that you never wanna stop listening to. What? Why are you thinking like this, You don't like James. You hate him.

But god does he feel good inside you.

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[nobitchs-world]

When y/n gets too annoying to the point you want to stop reading

[nyrasbloodyclover]

ultraviolence (james patrick march x reader)

a/n: another lovely smut <3 this is the first time i'm writing for my beloved james, but it's his season too, so...

cw: bloodplay, sub!james, knifeplay, literally porn without plot

James loved to use his...tools on you. You were fully aware of his hobby and love for murder and blood and you became almost as addicted to it as him.

So instead of just him using knives and guns on you, you convinced him to let you try it.

"Just once, James. I swear I'll never ask for it again!"

"Ah, alright, darling. But don't get carried away."

And now you were on top of him, carving your initials on his chest while he was pumping inside you. And he was more than enjoying it.

His head was thrown back, exposing his neck, his pupils dilated and his firm grip on you was leaving red marks and bruises all over your hips and thighs.

You once even stopped riding him to lick the blood off of his chest and he almost let out a whimper that made you grin like an idiot.

Then you continued painfully slow, but James wasn't a patient man. He was very quick with everything he did and very, very violent.

He gripped your hips so hard you screamed in surprise as he took control and started thrusting into you with no mercy.

Your chest was covered in his blood and that seemed to excite him even more. He started licking your breasts clean, starting from your nipples and finishing at your collarbone.

James kept hitting the same spot over and over again which made now you throw your head back and let him slam into you as one of his hands almost abused your clit. Your nails dug into his biceps as your back arched and you came on him. Seconds after, you felt him finish into you, but you didn't mind since he was a ghost.

"Darling," he was trying to catch a breath, 'Mind If we do that again?"

[saintlucretia]

the feeling when your fictional crush is so wild you can't even defend them:

[americanwh0rerstory]

The evans: sex after a fight

CONTAINS: Tate, kyle, jimmy, james

Content warning: dacryphillia, choking kink, unprotected p in v, knife play, blood play, finger sucking

NSFW: Minors DNI. by reading past the cut off any media consumption is your own fault

A/N: it’s my first time writing smut, so it’s poorly written. hopefully it’ll improve in the future🙏

Tate Langdon

feels guilty for arguing with you

doesn’t want to lose you

is gentle and loving with you

holds your hand whilst he fucks you, murmuring apologies in between thrusts

cuddles and aftercare afterwards

… after giving you a half hour to be alone, he slinked back into your room, bringing you into a gentle hug whilst he ran his hand up and down your back. “sorry” he mumbled almost inaudibly into your hair whilst holding you against his chest. “lemme make it up to you” he whispered gently whilst beginning to pull your hoodie over your head, and slipping your panties down so they were bunched around your ankles. he then gently pushed you back onto the bed, laying you down before crawling atop you; he peppered gently kisses along your neck before slowly becoming more needy and aggressive with them, leaving small hickeys in his wake whilst he trailed down your body, whilst he laced his fingers with your own. he also paid extra attention to your tender and sensitive breasts, using his free hand to line his dick with your entrance and slowly push into you whilst he kissed your body. “i love you, im sorry” he mumbled in between gentle thrusts, and kitten licks to your boobs

Frat boy!Kyle Spencer

would not fuck you after a fight unless you explicitly said you wanted it

cuddles, snacks, drinks, and a movie night would be his go to apology for you

if you were to have sex, he’d do so gently and constantly ask for your consent

doesn’t want to make you mad, very mindful of your triggers

“is this good, do you like it?” kyle asks, lifting his head from between your thighs and looking up at you through his lashes with slightly disheveled hair; all he wanted to do was make you feel better - as per your request - and he wouldn’t stop trying until he knew you was happy with him again. “Ky i would’ve stopped you by now it i didn’t like it” you responded gently, using your hands to cup the back of his head and lightly tug on his hair so he would continue, and after a small hum of agreement he did just that. his lips latched around your clit and gently sucked, before using the flat of his tongue to run along your slit. everything he did brought waves of pleasure to you, everything he did would bring you closer and closer to climax. so when you eventually did, he’d look up at you with glistening lips, “was that good? did you like it?” he’d ask almost instantly, hoping his oral skills were good enough to make you forgive him

Jimmy Darling

would lose his temper and drink A LOT before coming to talk to you again

is a mess but gets his point across

uses his hands because he knows how good he is with them (remember his side hustle)

very apologetic after the sex and the next morning

“there ya go, let go baby” he slurs drunkenly to you, his deformed fingers pumping in and out of your tight and wet entrance and bringing you over the edge for the 3rd time that night. tears of pleasure and overstimulation pricked at the corner of your eyes, causing him to smirk ever so slightly “want me to stop, toots?” he’d ask in his ever so cocky tone, looking down at your spent body with a look of satisfaction. even though you had to guide his hand you entrave due to his drunken state, he never once failed to impress you with his abilities, it was just one of many. Once you finally blubbered out a ‘yes’ in response to his question he’d lick his fingers clean, savouring your taste, before gently laying down beside you. “you still mad at me? want me to do another round?” he mumbled with an undeniable smirk plastered on his face, flashing you his charming grin and a wink

James Patrick March

would spoil you with gifts in a hope to earn back your love, he doesn’t wanna risk losing it

would offer to murder someone for you, and let you partake if it’s your kinda thing

definitely have sex with you whilst covered in blood afterwards

showers you with compliments

despite you being mad at him, he couldn’t resist a little bit of minor knife and blood play

“I killed him, dearest” james states with a grin when he re-enters your hotel room, still wearing the leather mask he wore for the murders which slightly muffled his velvet-smooth brahmin accent. without taking his mask off, he drags the bloodied dagger along your clothes perfectly so they’d fall off and expose your body to him. “you look ravishing as always, like a renaissance piece” he’d say with a grin, a grin so big it was evidential in his voice. He gently traced your bottom lip with his thumb before pushing it into your mouth, the metallic taste of someone’s blood filling your senses. “come now, let me show you how perfect and ravishing you are” he’d say, using his free hand to gently push you back onto the bed. he’d then remove all his clothes aside from the mask, sliding himself into you with a soft groan. “perfect, heavenly even” he murmurs before removing his hand from your mouth and wrapping it lightly around your throat, not enough to hurt but just enough that it was pleasurable. he pumped in and out of you, lightly choking you whilst secretly staring at how your boobs bounced with every thrust, prompting him to go a bit faster and bring him to his inevitable climax. “you’re simply splendid, dear, not even words can describe how perfect you are”

A/N: i was gonna inclure kai but tumblr started lagging rlly bad. my requests r open. NOT PROOFREAD BTW