#James Patrick March smut

[saintlucretia]

𝙇𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝

Pairings: James Patrick March x Female!Reader

Warnings: Blood. Knives. Violence. Death. Alcohol. Smoking. Bondage. Sexual harassment. James Patrick March.

Summary: Y/N got killed by Mr. March. Oops.

A/N: First time writing here. Open for requests. English is not my first language, so there must be some mistakes. It is probably not worth reading, but I hope you enjoy it. Let me know if you want something particular next time. <3

Death. The smell that appeared disturbing and exciting at the same time. Death was in the walls, in beds, in the air. Palace of Hell. A place for Sin. Home for Lost Souls. Torture chambers. The Great Hotel Cortez.

It was about 5 pm when I checked in. Mesmerizing sunset. The harbinger of night. 

“It’s your first time here, isn’t it, dear?” The receptionist lady looked at me head to toe and smiled.

“Yes, you are right.”

“Wonderful, I hope you will like it here. Let me show you your room.”

We walked toward the elevator and arrived at the 7th floor. Dimly lighted halls with red carpets kept secrets and I almost felt their mystery on my skin. The air was heavy, filled with the sins of this place. 

“Room 68, dear. - she gave me the keys.”

“Thank you, Mrs…”

“Taylor. Liz Taylor”  She smiled. “You can call me Liz dear.”

I nodded and inserted the key into the door lock. 

“Oh, by the way,”  Liz stopped and turned to me again. “I hope to see you at the bar later, I make exquisite filthy martinis.” 

“You can rely on me.” I smiled.

She walked away and the echo of her shoes was haunting my ears for past half an hour. The room was cozy, almost luxurious. Looked like the style of the Roaring 20s with all dark and gold colors and Art Deco furniture. I unpacked my suitcase and looked at the clock. 7 pm. I fixed my makeup and got dressed in a red club dress with a black leather jacket. I was tired, bored, and uninspired. I haven’t written a word for a week and this writer’s block really got me in a chokehold. So I left the room with a certain goal. To get drunk and have fun. 

I decided to explore my floor a bit. The massive window at the end of the hall had no view. Well, the view to an abandoned building and a dirty valley. Cute. I wandered through the halls and felt the power of these walls. I felt the danger, the alluring atmosphere. I thought that I was smelling the metallic sense of blood. 

“My, my.”  I gasped at the sound of the male voice behind me. “Perhaps you are lost, my dear”

He looked oddly handsome. Tall. Dark hair. Perfect black suit. Pencil moustache. Dark piercing eyes.

“I am not. Thank you. Just… walking around.”

He studied me. Watched me intently, like a predator hunting down its prey.

“Well, I could take you on a tour if… if you want, of course.” He smiled charmingly. “Such a beautiful lady like yourself shouldn’t walk in the evening hours alone.”

“I don’t even know you.”

“Where are my manners? Accept my apologies darling, my name is James Patrick March.”  He kissed my hand gently. “I am the owner of this fine establishment.” He knocked on the nearest wall. 

“The owner? How… convenient.”  I turned to him, looking him up and down.

He chuckled. God, his deep voice. He walked me toward the elevator slowly.

“Can I ask your name, dear?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/S.”

“Y/N.” He murmured. “Beautiful name for a beautiful lady.”

He stopped as we reached the elevator.

“So,? Would you consider my offer, to show you around, Mrs. Y/S?”

“Thank you, Mr. March. But I’m afraid I have to decline.”

“Well, I’m always there, if you need me, dear.” He kissed my hand and waited until I entered the elevator cabin. “Have a good evening, Mrs. Y/N.”

The cabin doors closed and I sighed in relief. That man was hot as hell, but his “gentleman” attitude and hungry gaze got me the heebie-jeebies. Well, maybe it was my paranoia. Probably he is a good guy. Devilishly handsome good guy.

I quickly walked to the bar counter and took a seat. Liz was behind the bar, rearranging some bottles and after a few minutes, she noticed me. 

“I’m glad you came, dear. Mind a drink?”

“I’d like to try your martinis.”

I was surprised by how quickly she made it. Liz fixed her dress and after giving me a glass, leaned on the counter with her elbows.

“ Thanks.” I smiled.

“Dear, I wonder, what such a young pretty creature like you is doing in a place like this, hm?”

I chuckled while sipping my martini. 

“It is a lovely hotel. I mean, of course, it has a sort of reputation, but… It’s an interesting place, I find it inspiring.”

“Do you do some sort of creative work?”

“I’m a writer.”

“How interesting. You know I have always gotten along well with creative people.” She took a pack of cigarette out of her pocket and lighted it. “As I see, you are single, aren’t you? Because I’m telling you, if you are thinking about meeting someone in this place forget about it. Only freaks and coke-heads stay here.”

“Sounds like fun working here, huh?” I chuckled. “I actually have already met… someone.”

“Who?”

“Mr. March. We accidentally met in the hallway”.

Liz’s smile disappeared from her face.

“Dear, believe me, you don’t want to know this man.”

“Why is that?” I studied her expression closely.

She looked around and leaned closer.

“Bad things are happening in Cortez, very bad.”  She whispered. “Just promise me that you will not-”

“Gossipping, Lizy?”

I turned to the voice. It was a tall woman, dressed in a cheetah print coat over a velvet purple mini-dress. She sat at the next chair to me and lighted up her cigarette.

“What do you want, Sally?” Liz asked watching her.

“Bloody Mary. Thanks, babe.”

Liz sighed and started making the cocktail. Sally watched me closely.

“I’m Sally.” She took my hand to shake it. “They call me Hypodermic Sally.”

“I’m Y/N.” 

She exhaled smoke in my face and chuckled.

“There are three reasons people come to Cortez. To fuck. To do drugs. Or to kill. Sometimes all three.” She leaned closer. “So why are you here, angel?” 

I looked her in the eyes and sipped my drink.

“Neither of these. Just traveling.”

“You better not be a cop.”

“I’m not a cop, Sally.”

Liz put her glass in front of her and said:

“Sally, dear, just be nice, please.”

“I am nice.”

“Everything is fine,” I said with a smile. “I like Sally.”

Sally turned to me again studying my features. 

“Be careful, Missy. This place will eat you alive like it has eaten everyone else.”

By that time I finished my drink and after thanking Liz, decided to go back to my room. It was disturbingly quiet on the 7th floor and almost pitch black. I wasn’t drunk, but one martini on an empty stomach got me a bit light-headed. 

“Oh, Mrs. Y/S, I wasn’t planning to see you again today. Looks like it’s fate, don’t you think?” There he was. Mr. March at his white gloves and his sexy accent. I shivered a bit at the sound of his voice but tried to remain calm. 

“If I was more paranoid, I would have thought you were watching me.” I chuckled, but after this sentence rolled out of my tongue I felt fear crawling up my back. 

“My, my, you aren’t scared, are you?” He stepped closer smiling at me charmingly. 

“Should I be?”

He laughed, circling me. His moves were hypnotizing.

“Mrs. Y/S, you are an interesting woman. Sharp minded. I like it.”

“I would like to go to my room if you let me.”

March walked to me from behind and I felt his breath on my neck. 

“You are saying it like I am keeping you by force, dear.” He chuckled darkly and it sent shivers down my spine. “You can go whenever you like… But do you really want to?” He gently placed his hands on my shoulders and inhaled my scent. I felt numb. I stepped away from him and prevented his hypothetical attacks from behind.

“I’m not a hooker.”

“Oh, darling, you offended me. I would never assume that you are. I’ve seen thousands of female faces and it always is very noticeable when a woman is selling herself. You are not like that.”

I took another step away from him, creating more distance between us.

“Then why are you paying so much attention to me?”

March chuckled, his hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed on me. 

“Perhaps I find you intriguing.”

I raised an eyebrow, not convinced by his answer.

“I’m not naive, Mr. March.”

He chuckled again, circling me like a lion ready to attack. He came up very close to my face. I felt his breath again. My heartbeat increased. We were so close that I could see his perfect teeth.

“Of course, you are not.”

March stepped closer, standing very close, his eyes locked with mine.

“You are trembling, dear.” He observed. “And your cheeks flushed. Your heart is beating so fast. I can practically hear it.”

“I’m tired.” He looked me in the eyes and it became difficult to breathe.

March chuckled, amused by my response. He slowly walked closer, trapping me against the wall. 

“Such fear. And yet, I sense no resistance. Tell me, Y/N, are you afraid of me?”

“No.”

He reached out and traced a finger over my collarbone, making me shiver.

“No?” He leaned closer, his lips hovering near my ear. “I don’t believe you, my dear. You are shaking like a leaf. Your body is betraying you.”

March chuckled again, his breath tickling my skin. He tilted my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“What do you want from me?”

“That’s the question you should have asked before you got trapped.” He chuckled sinisterly and before I had a chance to say something, he covered my mouth with a handkerchief and pressed me to the wall. My eyes widened in fear. I tried to push him away, to fight back. But March’s strength was overwhelming, his body pressed firmly against mine, his scent filling my senses. 

“No, no dear. Don’t fight it.” He whispered in my ear, his voice smooth as velvet. “Just relax. Let yourself go.” 

The realization hit me like a punch in the gut. The handkerchief must have been soaked in something, a strong sedative or a drug because I rapidly lost consciousness.

The world faded away into a black void.

Darkness shrouded my mind, blocking my thoughts. My body hung limp, and I slowly began to lose awareness of my surroundings.

Suddenly everything plunged into darkness.

                                                      ✦✦✦

When I opened my eyes again, I could see nothing. I tried to move, but it was like my body weighed a ton. My limbs were unresponsive and my mind felt clouded by a thick fog.

I couldn’t tell how much time had passed, or even if I was awake or still sleeping. It was as if I was stuck in a state of semi-consciousness, aware enough to be terrified but too weak to do anything about it.

Panic began to set in as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. Darkness pressed in from all sides, making me feel confined and trapped. I needed a few minutes to understand that I was tied up. The realization hit me like a freight train, causing my heart to skip a beat.

I was trapped. Bound tightly, unable to move my wrists or ankles. Panic and fear rushed through me as the reality of my situation sank in.

“No, no, no…” I muttered, struggling against the restraints, but they held firmly, biting into my skin.

My heart pounded in my chest as the sound of his voice echoed through the dark room.

“Awake already, are we?” 

I could picture his sinister smile in my mind, despite the darkness surrounding me.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” I cried, trying not to burst in tears.

“Such language. So feisty.” He chuckled again. 

I heard his footsteps nearing me, his shoes tapping slowly against the floor.

“What I want from you, my dear, is simple. I want to see what’s hiding behind this sharp tongue and these defiant eyes of yours. I want to hear your last breath.” 

“Please…” I whispered.

He chuckled darkly again, his breath near my ear.

“Oh?” He stepped closer. I felt his touch on my knee. “Is that a please I hear? No more fiery retorts? No more threats from that naughty mouth?” He leaned closer and I finally saw his face. It was the face of The Devil. His features were twisted into a sinister smile, his eyes glowing with an almost demonic glint. He crouched in front of me, studying my face intently.

“There it is.” He said, his voice low and dangerous. “The fear. It’s like a perfume on you. You smell exquisite, my dear.”

I felt a cold metal pressing my collarbone. My heart sank deep into my stomach at the touch of the blade to my skin. A cold chill ran down my spine. I Instinctively tried to break free, but ropes were too tight.

“Don’t move.”  he warned, his voice a sinister whisper. “I have a sharp edge here. And I don’t want to ruin your pretty face that quickly.” My heart pounded against my ribs as the cold metal rested on my cheek. The sharp edge stung slightly, a hint of pain that made me shiver. Tears dropped quietly from my eyes.

March chuckled, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “So beautiful. And so fragile.”

“So… fragile.” He repeated, practically purring, his lips almost brushing against mine.

His proximity was overwhelming. His breath, hot against my skin. I could feel my heart racing harder, drumming against my ribcage.

A sense of dread and excitement mixed together, my stomach twisting with a strange sensation. His hot breath fanned over my face, sending shivers all over my body. I felt his lips on mine. A mix of fear and desire rushed through me as his tongue traced the outline of my lips, demanding me to open my mouth for him. His lips hungrily claiming mine as his own. I felt his tongue exploring my mouth, his grip on my face firm. Fear. Pleasure. 

“Ah, almost too pretty to kill.” He whispered and in a second he stuck a knife in my stomach. The combination of fear, pleasure and the effects of the sedative overwhelmed me. He kept stabbing me and i felt blood poured out of my mouth. 

“No…” I breathed out, not being able to talk anymore. Everything got dark again. The pain was unbearable and the world blurred.

“Shh,” He smiled. “See you soon, my precious hummingbird.”

Thank you for reading, have a great day, darling <3

[taintandviolent]

Thrill of the Rush ; James March x reader

summary: Reader is a murderer, coquettish and demure in nature. She brings a man to the Hotel Cortez, and it ends how it always ends for them. The only difference, is that James March is watching her and is enamoured.

word count & w a r n i n g s: 2.6k! | serial killer!reader, graphic descriptions of murder, violence, blood and gore, descriptions of smut, cunnilingus, arousal, kissing/making out.

a/n: requested by anonymous and inspired by Lana Del Rey's Serial Killer song! hopefully this isn't too clunky, or boring in anyway! proofread very briefly, if you see any mistakes, no you didn't.

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Elvis’s voice drifted from your speaker. The hotel room was cool, a stark contrast to the hot LA summer outside. The room itself was outdated in decor and architecture, something that you found charming – you’d chosen it specifically for its gorgeous, untouched art deco style. Stephen protested, saying it was rundown and dingy. You shushed him with a single manicured finger and led him inside, heading straight for the hotel desk. 

He was a man. A stupid, hungry man who could only think with one head at a time. So, it didn’t take much for you to get up to the hotel room, and onto the bed. You’d let the strap of your dress fall off your creamy soft shoulder, coaxing him closer to you.

He nuzzled his lips into your breast, tugging softly at the skin. He muttered something into your skin, something grotesque, and you didn’t hear him. You were too busy listening to the thud of your own heartbeat – your own excited little heartbeat. You reached into your purse, which had been laying next to you, to retrieve the knife. It was a beautiful thing; pink pearlescent inlay on the handle, and a long, shimmery silver blade. 

Raising it high above his head, your elegant fingers gripped the rosy hilt of your knife, and using all your strength, stabbed it into the side of the man's neck. The blade sliced through his skin like butter, giving no resistance. There was nothing like the sensation of killing – it never failed in making your eyes glisten, a cruel fire burning bright within them. Your chest fluttered with excited little breaths, rushing out over your pouting, pink lips in tiny gusts. The thrill, the rush, it was unlike anything you’d ever experienced – even sex. No man had ever made you feel the way killing him did. You twisted the knife slightly. 

In response, he gurgled; a delightful sound that had you giggling. You had angled the knife just right, plunging it deep before yanking it out quickly. The blood spurted out in a warm geyser over your hand, trailing down your wrist in crimson ribbons. His hand flew to his neck, pitifully trying to stop the flowing river. You slapped his hand away softly. 

"Pl-please..." He murmured, as his body started to droop away from yours. 

You bent over, kissing the man on the forehead. As darling as you had been before, maybe even more so then. “Oh, baby…” you whispered, cloyingly sweet and soft like a summer day. He knew that he was going to die, and the begging was futile. Still, he persisted, wet and coughing between each plea. 

You pushed him off of your breast, and more blood squirted out, the arteries pumping it out with each beat of his heart. James' dark pupils widened, watching as you worked. He hadn’t made himself known yet, and wouldn’t until you were finished. Nothing should interrupt this delicious display of cruelty. 

“Tell me you love me,” you whispered. “Tell me I’m the sweetest girl you’ve ever seen.” He didn’t. He didn’t say anything else… and he never would again. 

“Hmph.” Frustrated, you got off the bed, and smoothed your hands over your hips; the satin of your slip dress was warm and soft and provided no friction. 

"Seems you've got yourself between a rock and hard place, my dear." 

You spun around. In front of you stood a dashing man, dressed to the nines and resting some of his weight on a cane. He was handsome, but possessed a coldness that drew you in. He wasn't like the others.

"How did you get in here?!" 

"The door was..." He turned to look at it, casually. "Open." 

"No..." You shook your head, soft curls bouncing. Your tone was coy, knowing. "No, it wasn't." 

"Ah," he said, tightening his lips into a sly smile. Had his heart been beating, it would’ve quickened at your darling little response. You were quick; a trait that he enjoyed and very rarely saw.

"He deserved it, you know." You looked at the man on the bed with a disproving sourness in your gaze. His body had slumped over the side of the mattress, blood streamed from the gash in his neck to his hairline, staining it red. 

"I don't doubt that." He inhaled, stepping further into your room. "However... The problem remains of what to do with him. I presume you’ve yet to figure that out." His voice had your knees weak, turning the tendons to jell-o every time he spoke. It was so deep and croony, like molasses if it had a voice. 

"No," you trilled. "No, but you seem like you do." 

"I do," he started. There you went with your quick-witted confidence again. "You see, I have built this hotel to satisfy... my every need and whim, whatever they may be. I have a way to dispose of him for you." 

Your hand lifted to your shoulder, your finger winding a lock of hair around it. You pursed your lips, as though you were considering his offer. The truth was, you’d already made up your mind. He was dangerous, unafraid, but interested in you. A refreshing change from the rest of the men that you courted and ultimately killed. Besides, he was right. You had a corpse in the room and were unsure what to do with it, besides leaving it and requesting another room, claiming something trivial like the hot water not working. 

"Why are you doing this?" You ask, running your tongue along the bottom of your teeth, before coming to rest in the corner of your mouth. "You don't even know me." 

"I don't, my little buttercup, this is fact, but what I do know of you, I crave." 

Your knees wobbled. Somehow, he’d captivated you. You were never taken by men; they were useless, dumb playthings that you disposed of as soon as you got bored with them. You were never the one that was wrapped around a finger, it was always the other way around. But something… something about this man and the sick, nasty glimmer in his pitch-black eyes had you shivering.

“James March,” he declared proudly, before offering his hand. You placed your own atop his palm, and he leaned down, pressing his lips softly against your knuckles. Your lips tensed, withholding a whimper. 

All at once, he closed in the distance between the two of you. Exactly what you wanted him to do, and without asking. You gasped, looking up into his soulless gaze. “Hold me,” you whispered. “Please.” 

With a single nod, he enclosed you in a frighteningly firm grasp. You weren’t going anywhere – not that you wanted to. 

“I don’t know what you do… or what you’ve done…” you whispered, feeling light in his arms. He held you like old movie stars held their beloved; arms wrapped passionately around the waist, holding you tight at the hip. James waited, on bated breath, for you to finish your sentence. Instead, you stood on your tiptoes, and pressed your soft lips against his. They were cool, and immediately surrendered to yours, parting to exhale into your mouth. As his breath filled your lungs, you succumbed to every feeling he was pulling from you; your legs quivered and pressed together tightly. Your core tightened, and your cunt clenched with arousal. Slick leaked into the silk of your underwear, staining the fabric with your submissiveness.

His head tilted, allowing him to go deeper inside your mouth. His tongue slipped along yours, twirling and exploring the soft, slippery flesh of your mouth. Without breaking the kiss, James walked you backwards, guiding you towards the bed. His shin knocked into the corpse’s head, which lolled lifelessly.

You were at his mercy, and gasping for air, broke the kiss to look down at your feet. Stephen’s eyes were glazed over now, void of life. He had paled, the crimson stark against his bloodless skin. A puddle had settled beneath his head, seeping into the carpet. You broke away from James and bent down, shoving all your weight down on Stephen's shoulders. Rigor mortis hadn’t set in, so he rolled over easily, towards the edge of the bed, which freed up most of the bed for whatever came next. 

You immediately snuggled yourself back into James’ arms, nestling against his chest. “There… all better.” 

He hmm’ed at the crown of your head, holding you tight. His hips ground against yours, a stiffness pressing into your hip bone. A reminder – he was a man. But not akin to the other men… he was different. You looked up, gazing into his eyes. 

James guided you backwards onto the bed, your ass hitting the mattress with a squeak of protest from the old springs. Placing one hand on either side of your hips, he kissed you again, urging you back further yet. He was intoxicating. Everything he did had you quivering like a lamb in the jaws of a wolf – and you wanted more of it. More of everything. You wanted him. 

“I love you just a little too much,” you cooed, brushing your lips over his neck. The satin of his ascot brushed against your chin and you longed to feel it tied around your wrists. Your hand brushed along his bulge, feeling the taut fabric that covered it. As the feelings bubbled up inside of you, effervescent like champagne, you couldn’t stand it. No man should ever make you feel the way he did and with a small gasp of air, you reached for your knife again. James caught you fast, holding your wrist in an iron grip. 

“I’m afraid not, my dear. You won’t get that pleasure with me.” 

“Pleasure?” You asked, doe-eyed, feigning innocence yet again. 

“Perhaps another pleasure,” he cooed against your lips, his moustache tickling the flesh under your nose. You were divine… a shining beacon of temptation amongst a sea of poor fools. It had been decades since a woman captivated him the way you did. 

James sank to his knees, slowly, as you watched, holding your breath. His hands gathered your satin slip over your knees, and pushed it over your hips, exposing your silken underwear. The wet spot had grown considerably, and James pressed his lips against the damp fabric. The sensation was electric, sending chills up your spine in a wave of unadulterated pleasure. He kissed her again, pressing harder. He could almost taste her through the silk. You whimpered, and let your head drop between your shoulders. He brushed his lips across your mound again, and you got even wetter. For a brief moment, he disappeared and the reaction was painfully visceral.

“Don’t…. Don’t stop…” you said to the ceiling, out of breath and trembling. You could hardly get yourself upright to look at him. 

“I’ve no intention of doing so, my dear. None whatsoever.” Carefully, as though unwrapping a delicate gift, James pulled your underwear from your hips, tugging them delicately down your thighs. Murder always got him worked up, but this was an entirely different arousal.

“Let me see her…” he said, low His hands were on your thighs, resting carefully atop of them. 

Using your manicured fingers, you reached forward to spread your cunt to him, eagerly, obediently. She glistened in the low-lighting of the room and you heard him inhale. He leaned closer to her and began kitten-licking between your folds, sending a shockwave through your core. She clenched uncontrollably, tightening. James paused to observe, pleased with the reaction. He’d done so little, and you were already a mess. Placing his hands behind your knees, he scooted you further towards him.

Your cunt ached with everything he did; from the gentle touches to the way that his moustache tickled the soft skin of your inner thigh. You weren’t used to your heart beating this quickly outside of killing someone. He was making you feel things you’d long since forgotten. 

To say that you never experienced sexual pleasure would be a lie; you did. Usually, covered in blood and panting, after a kill, your body and senses would be so wound up that you’d finger yourself, use a vibrator, something to get yourself off. But this orgasm, you knew, would be different. And much quicker. 

With a breath, he flattened his tongue against your cunt, lapping at it hungrily. Your muscles all trembled, the first hint of an orgasm clawing at your insides. And just before you did, he pulled away. Cruelly. Mercilessly. As though he knew that he had you under his spell…. Oh, you’d kill him if he’d only let you. 

James slipped two fingers inside your waiting, wet cunt. You let out a desperate yelp, rocking your hips back and forth to meet his fingers. Electricity coursed through your core, your body quivering again. His fingers drilled into you, curling upwards with each thrust, hitting your sensitive spot. The pressure increased, the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter around itself. You were close. 

“Speak to me,” he ordered. “Use your voice.” 

You swallowed, wetting your throat. It was frightfully hard to form words, your mind was too clouded with arousal and ecstasy. “C-can’t…. Feels…. So good….” 

James leaned forward again, the tip of his tongue drilling into your sensitive clit, twirling at it. After a moment, he encircled your clit with his lips, sucking softly. You were sweet, wet and singing for him. James hummed into your pussy, satisfied. With his fingers still thrusting inside you, the overstimulation was too much. Your coil snapped, and your hands flew to his hair, making tight fists in the greased locks. 

As you orgasmed, you called his name, chanting it over and over again like a prayer. He was there, between your legs, tugging you over the edge with whispered praises against your throbbing cunt. An attentive lover, James didn’t stop fucking you – or licking at you – until the final pulse subsided. 

“Now that I’ve made you mine,” he said, straightening up. “Let’s deal with your little hobby, my dear.” 

Made you his? You thought, chewing on the corner of your lip, as your eyes bored into his. How dare he – made you his. Despite feeling like you’d been bamboozled, you knew it was true. He’d made you his, and barred you from loving any other man again.

A knock at the door. You looked down at Stephen – you’d almost forgotten he was there. James got to his feet as the door opened, and you noticed that his cock had tented in his trousers, pulling against the fabric, begging for release. You gasped, looking at the woman as she entered. She was pushing a silver room service cart, though it was empty. 

“Fret not my dear, it’s nothing she hasn’t seen before.” 

You furrowed your brows; his erection or a corpse in a hotel room? You weren’t sure which. Effortlessly, James hoisted Stephen’s expired body up onto the cart, waving his hand dismissively towards the woman, who hmm’d curtly, and made her way back towards the door. 

“Follow me,” he said, jovially as he headed towards the open door. He began whistling a tune, as though wheeling a body out into the hallway was the most normal, routine thing he’d done all day. Perhaps it was. You heaved a breath, and got up off the bed, pulling your underwear back up. 

“James, James, wait!” 

He paused. 

“Aren’t you going to… well…” 

His eyes followed yours to his groin, which was still stiff. You sucked on your bottom lip, looking up at him with come-hither eyes. Curiosity had gotten the best of you. Despite having just come, you wanted more, and you desperately wanted to know what the weight of his cock felt like in your hands.  

“Oh.” He smiled, pleased. With a slow nod, he reached forward to cup your chin with his large hands. “I’ll get mine.” 

[ghostfacesvalentine]

Obsessed - James Patrick March x Fem!Reader

Pairing: James Patrick March x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Nsfw, fem rec. oral, slight overstimulation, not much else.

Type: Headcanon

Request: Can I get uhhh... first time with James Patrick March from AHS? //^^// but only if you want to! If you don’t then just ignore this! I live your writing anyway! 💞✨

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: First time with James Patrick March!

Notes: This only took me four years, but I got to it didn’t I :))) Okay so I wasn’t specified whether it’d be hc or a one shot so I just went ahead and went with hc! If you’d like a one shot feel free to send it in!

♡ James becomes completely and utterly devoted to you the moment he sees you.

♡ When he finds out that you’re as innocent as a hummingbird, it only furthers his obsession with you.

♡ He’s always smothering you

♡ James always makes sure you’re not hungry or cold or missing anything really. Almost to the point that it’s kind of annoying, a little bit.

♡ Anytime he sees you, he greets you with lots and lots of kisses, kissing your hands repeatedly and up your arms shamelessly.

♡ He will not hesitate to treat you like a goddess, mark my words.

♡ His attention is 110% on you, literally has tunnel vision when it comes to you.

♡ If you ask him to take your virginity, then you better brace yourself because he sure as hell didn’t.

♡ The question would truly shock him.

♡ “Why Y/N. It’d be my soundest of pleasures.”

♡ Of course he would take the whole day to make this as special as he possibly could for you.

♡ He’d occupy the best room in the Cortez for the time, as always but this time with no interruptions.

♡ James would make sure it was flawlessly elegant, the most beautiful of drapery and matching bed duvet. 

♡ Room service would be ordered in for whatever your liking. He’d even order in some fresh strawberries and champagne for the special night.

♡ Honestly at first, he’d let you make the initial move.

♡ Though he’s super eager, he knew it was a big deal and he wants to make sure this is what you’re ready for.

♡ You kiss him first, which as he describes it, is “an electrifying experience”

♡ He remains soft with you though, kissing you back gently. He was holding back for sure, it was by no means easy though.

♡ But when you begin to kiss him more hungrily, he kind of loses it a little.

♡ His kisses become a bit more desperate, but still with love, to the point where you do have to pull away for air.

♡ He’s so intoxicated by the way that you smell, your taste, your touch. He’s ready to devour you right where you are.

♡ He takes his time in placing you on the bed, delicately taking off your clothes, placing soft and gentle kisses on the parts your skin became exposed.

♡ Taking note of what you like and what you don’t like. It exhilarates his behavior to watch you tremble.

♡ He gives you your first hand job, making sure your wetness soaks his hands, he doesn’t even know if he’s scissoring his fingers in your cunt for himself or for you.

♡ Watching your head fall back in pleasure is everything to him, he even tilts your chin forward to look at him as tears well in your eyes.

♡ James twists and turns his fingers in you, a sinful smile never leaving his lips, as the time slipped away, he became hungrier for you.

♡ Your pleasure brought a desperation James hadn’t seen in decades.

♡ He’s obsessed with your pleasure, it brings a euphoria to him in a similar way that killing does.

♡ Once he’s rubbed all your slick against your folds, he starts to lap at your core. His arms hook under your legs to bring you closer to him.

♡ I’m obsessed with the idea of him kneeling in the most uncomfortable position but so desperate to eat you out that he’s just there in place in bliss as your arousal drenches his face.

♡ He can be there for hours. He doesn’t really talk you through an orgasm, but when you feel yourself clenching up, he continues his pace, with a hand on your breast, squeezing it gently as you rock your hips against his face.

♡ You apologize because you have no idea what happened but he’s not listening like at all.

♡ He does this over and over until you are practically weeping.

♡ When he first enters you, he has you on your back, looking right at him already succumbed into pleasure.

♡ You’re so lost in your orgasms that it didn’t sting when he entered you, in fact he wished he could record this moment for his own pleasure.

♡ Your eyelids half closed in bliss, he didn’t take long to pick up the pace, still quietly assuring himself that you weren’t in any pain.

♡ It didn’t take long for you to cum again, allow me to speculate that seeing your coat of white on his dick sends him over the edge.

♡ He keeps fucking the orgasm out of you. All you could do is lay back and brace yourself. You can grab and pull and scratch at him all you want, he’s pounding you into the mattress.

♡ Id say James has a pretty decent tolerance so it’s going to be a long night of orgasms after orgasms.

♡ Mr. “Are you aware that the average woman is capable of 8 orgasms in a single session?”

♡ You’re not even capable of responding, barely able to comprehend what the whole sentence was and that only drives him to keep going.

♡ The picture of you helpless, covered in juices of arousal, twitching in pleasure and eyes rolling back in bliss. He’s obsessed. And he caused all of this.

♡ This is your first time but he’s treating you like a toy, he’s so desperate to see you like this. Normally he’d try all kinds of positions but since it is your first time, he wants to see how much you’re capable of.

♡ He’s kind of infatuated with the view and of course it boosts his ego in a demented sense. It’s not until you start crying out that you can’t take it anymore.

♡ He’s cautious at first, getting to know your limits, but give it some time he’ll encourage you to keep taking it because he knows you’re capable.

[slutforgarlogan]

James Patrick March Wip! (smut)

This ones been in my drafts since before i had posted anything and its based on a dream i had but a couple ppl have told me to post this one so ITS UNDERGOING EDITING ITS ON THE WAY !!!

[babygorewhore]

I can’t get this out of my mind since I said this to Lizzie.

James Patrick March would tease you for hours. Your hands are tied behind your back as you’re sitting in a chair. He walks around you like a predator as his dark eyes wickedly watch you cum on a toy he found you secretly using. How dare you touch yourself without him? Your cheeks are tear stained as you tremble with overstimulation.

James takes his handkerchief from his breast pocket and reaches down to gather your cum on the white fabric. “Mmm, dearest. If you want to be a whore, you should certainly take this punishment like one.”

“Please-plea-“ He shoves the material past your lips towards your throat.

“Shhh, darling. Normally, I prefer hearing your delicious screams. But I’m afraid, I’m going to have to take the sound of you gagging.”

He would then drag you to the bed, while you’re still tied and make you ride his cock. But not let you cum until he’s satisfied you’ve learned your lesson.

@taintandviolent Send the paramedics.

[lvxybby]

His Forever (james march x reader) (pt 4)

WARNING SMUT: (oral F!) (f!nger!ng) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------James opened a window before speaking again. "Y/N i need you to throw him out of the window and drag him over that line and finish there. okay dear? you're doing fantastic so far i am impressed by your strength" he said moving out of my way. i dragged owen over my the window. "would you require some assistance?" james asked. "im good" i said focusing on carrying his limp body. "yes dear you are good but do you need any assistance?" james asked again "james that means im declining your help" i say giggling a bit and i lift his body out of the window "i do not understand modern language. you should know that since ive been locked here for almost 100 years" he joked. i hopped out the widow and dragged owen passed out body past the line before taking a shard of glass out of his mouth and slitting his throat with it. it was like a fountain of blood shooting from his body. he jolted and coughed. the blood spewed on my face and clothes. i take my shirt from around this throat and put it back on. the "fountain of blood" stopped after a few seconds. it was beautiful to watch. i felt a weight of pressure lift from my shoulders. i looked at james as he quietly clapped. i sighed and crawled back through the window. but next thing i knew james had thrown me on the bed. he began to strip me of my clothes. everything was happening so fast. his hands traveled up and down my now bare waist. he lifted me up and unclasped my bra. he then lied me back down and started to kneed my breast. he nipped and kissed them. my hand gripped his shirt. he lifted up and took it off before leaning back down to my breast. he grinded against my core, letting out quiet grunts as he did. he removed my panties and leaned down my wet core. he stuck his finger into my soaking cunt. i let out a soft moan as he curled it against my walls. "i know that isnt all you can take" james said kissing my waist. he stuck in another finger and started to push them in and out while curling them. his hands felt so good. he knew what he was doing. i let out a moan and my hand gripped his shoulder. "oh james!" i moaned as his fingers abused my cunt. he took them out and ran his tongue up his fingers. "you taste exquisite dear" he said before diving into my aching cunt. his tongue ran up and down my folds causing me to moan loud. my hand grasped his hair. but he didnt mind if i messed it up. he kitten licked my clit before placing kisses all over my hot core. i needed him so much closer to me. his tongue grazed over all the right places. my grip on his hair grew tighter. i was already so close to my orgasm. "oh dear god james that feels amazing!" i cry out as i inch closer and closer to my orgasm. "yes dear i shall be your god" he spoke before diving back in. his hands kept my legs from crushing his skull. he was so strong. i cry out more before i reach my release. james licked every bit of it up. "you're such a good girl" he said before pulling off of me. he wiped his mouth before placing a loving kiss on my lips. i was so tired and worn out. he is amazing

[slutforgarlogan]

i have had the most foul jpm fic sat in my drafts for about a month like before id posted anything at all and EVERY DAY i toy with the idea of posting it but its so questionable ?!

[babygorewhore]

Sneak peek at my James Patrick March fic.

It was a listing of murders James Patrick March committed, discovered after his suicide. Your eyes widened. He celebrated it. Left it hanging like a trophy. You turned around to flee, finally giving into fear but someone spoke.

“Darling, I knew you would find me. I’ve been waiting for you.” All the air left your lungs and you cocked your head to the right. Stepping out the shadows, stood the dead man. James Patrick March.

He was even more handsome than the photos, wearing a blue suit, white shirt with black hair dark as a ravens wing. A thin mustache above his upper lip. And his black eyes, swept over your flushed face and neck. “You’re sensational, my little mouse. I do enjoy the look of fear on your beautiful face.”

[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.”

—

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.”

[babygorewhore]

THANK YOU SOOO MUCH!!!!!!

so! i have french name, i’m really short and i prefer the french 50-60s style in clothes. i’m an artist, i also love reading and writing drama plays. i listen to every genre of music, watch many films ‘cause i wanna be the film director (gonna definitely make one movie with evan in future HEHE🖐🖐🖐) and speak 5 languages <3

OKAY!!!! Honestly? I totally ship you with James Patrick March. He would absolutely think you’re so classy, just like him. And he would love it when you speak to him in different languages. He would also love to spoil you after you show him one of your films. Like I’m serious. He would love to shower you in gifts and he would LOVE! Your style!!! Murder daddy would be such a good boyfriend.

[evan4ever]

This is a vague suggestion but maybe reader laying on whatever Evan peters character you choose’s chest? Just that cuddling experience

For Eternity

a/n: I feel like there’s not enough, or any that I can recall reading, James cuddling fics 🥺 so enjoy this one!!

Warnings: none, just fluff!

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There’s nothing you loved more than being in James’s care. He was your protection, always making sure you were safe and sound, comfortable, and happy. It really was all you could ask for.

But with it came being alone often. You had taken comfort in Liz and Sally, even a few of the other souls that lived in the hotel for all eternity. You were sure to be with someone when James wasn’t around, finishing whatever business he had to. You couldn’t lie, you wished he’d put his business and work aside so he could spend some time with you, but you understood he was a busy and important man in this place.

It wasn’t until John finished the murders he had agreed to for James that you finally saw your lover more. And when Liz and Ethel took over managing the Hotel, James was always by your side. It felt like Heaven.

“Any big plans for the day, dear?” James asked as he readied himself in the tall mirror, fixing his tie carefully and precisely. You smiled from beside him, gazing lovingly at the beautiful man before you.

He stopped what he was doing and turned his head to you when you hadn’t answered him, raising an eyebrow curiously. Your smile widened as your eyes met, finally shaking your head to answer his question.

“No, no plans. Though you look like you may have some?” You now asked him, walking to him and taking his tie from his hands to fix it yourself. He lowered his hands to your waist, resting gently on them as he looked down at you, watching you in complete adoration. Once you had the tie perfectly set to your liking, your eyes flickered up to meet his again.

“In fact, I do.” He grinned, your eyebrows raising encouraging him to continue. “John reached out to me. He’s not content with his work, he’d like to continue.” His smile widened though yours dropped, confused.

“John? I thought he wanted to be done and just… be with his family?” You knew he was here with his family but didn’t understand why he’d want to continue murdering people after all the years he did it and had made it clear to James that he was done after his final on the countess, who you never saw. James was sure of it, claiming she was dangerous and he wanted you to have no interaction or communication with her.

“He did, dear.” James nodded before looking back to the mirror to give himself one last look over and smiling pleasantly at his appearance. “That’s the beauty of murder. It’s exhilarating, once you start you don’t want to stop.” He continued, giving you a gentle kiss on the cheek as he walked past you. You blinked a few times silently hating the thought because you knew it would mean less time with James, and god you were really loving having him to yourself. But you would always support him, no matter what.

“So what will this time consist of?” You questioned as you turned to where he was standing, collecting the rest of the items he needed to meet John. Your hands held each other as the hung before your abdomen, just watching James.

“We haven’t decided yet, that’s why we are meeting.” He gleamed excitedly. John was a prized possession of James, he did his work so effortlessly and so clean, leaving no traces behind. James took an extra liking to him, so of course he was excited.

Your eyes remained on him as you stood silently. Realizing you were quiet now, he stopped what he was doing and glanced at you.

“Is everything okay, my love?” He asked now, catching on to some negative feelings you were seeming to give. “Do you not approve of our idea?” He laid his jacket back down on the bed and stood straight, facing you to give you his full attention.

You raised your eyebrows and open your mouth, though unsure of what you wanted to say, you quickly closed it.

“Dearest?” He urged, walking up to you.

You let out a sigh, dropping your head and looking at your feet.

“It’s not that..” you start.

“Then tell me what it is? I can’t fix anything if I don’t know what it is that needs to be fixed.” You smiled lightly at his words, appreciating that he cared so much about whatever it is that bothers you. There was never a moment that you questioned his love for you, you just never wanted to burden him with your neediness.

“It’s really not a big deal, James. Honestly! You go, I can talk to you tonight.” You smile trying to seem as convincing as possible, but James sees right through you as he tilts his head to this side gazing deep into your eyes with his own gentle eyes. You swallow hard and let out a sigh. “I just have very much enjoyed having you to myself these last weeks. It makes me sad to think you might become busy again. That’s all.”

Hearing you would become sad with his business practically tears his heart out, his eyebrows furrowing deeply. “Then it can wait.” He states, turning to do you’re not sure what, but you quickly object.

“No, really it’s alright, my love. I’m just being clingy, it’s silly. I’ll be just fine waiting for you.” You say as you take ahold of his arm, stopping him from going any further. He turn to you and shakes his head.

“I won’t have my actions cause you any sadness. That’s real silliness, dear. John can wait, you need me here and I need you, my most loved, happy.” He gives you a soft smile, walking closer and his hands reaching to cup either side of your face, holding you gently so you’re looking up at him. “Sometimes I need my priorities checked, and you, dear, are my top priority.” He gazes down at you with a gentle seriousness. You couldn’t help but smile up at him in his hold, which he returns. “Just give me some moments to let John know we will reschedule.”

He places a kiss on your forehead before releasing your face and turning, heading to the door. You sighed wishing he’d just let you get him a cellphone to make these kind of things easier, but no matter how hard you tried, he never agreed to it. Another “silly” making of the modern world, in his opinion. So, he had to go to John himself. Thankfully, being the ghost he was, it really would only take a few minutes.

“Will he mind?” You ask before he exits the room. He turns his face to you and gives you another reassuring smile.

“Not in the slightest. We have all the time in the world. Now you lay, I would very much like to hold you when I return.” He nods, closing the door. You feel your heart melt at his request, demand, whatever you want to call it. One thing that happened very seldom when it comes to James is cuddling. He’d hug you for some minutes before bed, or right after you finished making love with each other, but it was very quick. You weren’t sure why, but never questioned. Usually put it off as it having to do with the love of murdering part of him, it surely had to cause some sort of emotional lacking. Generally, you’d just hug him at night when he’d be long asleep, to help yourself fall asleep feeling him. So knowing that that’s what he wants, you absolutely were filled with so much joy and even relief.

You removed your own white jacket, hanging it carefully so you wouldn’t cause any folds or wrinkles. You slipped your shoes off and set them in their place and finally made your way to your shared king size bed. You sat on the edge and grabbed your journal deciding to write until he returned, scribbling away peacefully. You journaled often, James had recommended it to you. He said it helped him many times, especially being secluded to one building for all eternity as long as it stood. You took his suggestion up years ago and would write your little heart away. You often wondered if James had ever read it while you weren’t present, knowing you’ve wrote many times about your wish to be like him so you could stay with him for eternity. He has never agreed to make you like him, feeling that if you ever changed your mind you would resent him. He didn’t want to strip you of your freedom, seclude you to this building forever like he was. Even after all your pleas and reassurances, he never gave in. He wanted you to have your life when you would give it up in an instant to be with him.

“I’ve returned dear!” You heard James call after some time from the doorway, unable to see him yet. You closed your journal and turned yourself on the bed, crossing your legs and sitting patiently for him. When he made his way to the large area, his eyes found you and he smiled at your figure waiting for him on the bed.

You watched as he slipped out of his jacket and shoes, taking off his tie and tossing it aside leaving him in only his white button up and slacks, surprised at his action and wondering why he’s not hanging his items like he usually would. But before you could ask, he was crawling into the bed and under the covers. He lifted them so you could slide under, doing so and making yourself comfortable in the warm blankets.

His arm slid under you and wrapped around your waist, pulling you to him with a gasp from your lips. He wrapped his other arm over you and allowed you to snuggle into him, your body fitting perfectly against his. You made yourself comfy, finally resting your head on his chest as his hand placed itself against your head, soothing your hair down and holding you tightly to him. You instantly relaxed in his hold, wrapping your own arm over his torso and breathing in his scent that melted you every time you got a whiff. Your eyes fluttered shut as you took in the feeling, wishing for it to never end. If he could hold you like this forever, you wanted him to. If you both were to ever die, this is how you wanted to be laid to rest.

“I am sorry that I wasn’t as present all those years ago.” He spoke quietly, feeling his breath against your head, making the hairs along your neck and arms stand up. You breathed him in and smiled, shaking your head.

“I know you had business to attend to, babe. You don’t have to apologize.” You stated, not using the pet name “babe” often considering he liked the older, more meaningful pet names like “dear” “my love” “sweetness” and even “sugar pie” on occasion, when he was in a very good mood or in a happy drunken state. But you chose “babe” when it was only you two and in the comfort of your bed together. He didn’t mind it, he was just an old school kind of man. But he understood you were also your own person, and considering you were technically a hundred years younger than him being born in the new and modern world. Of course there would be differences, and he was okay with that.

“Maybe so, but I should’ve been with you more. I thank you for staying by my side despite it.” He sighed, causing you to tighten your hold on him in a loving manner. You never wanted him to feel bad or regretful. You only wanted him here now, as he was.

“You’re here now” you say, raising your head to look down at him, his eyes meeting yours as he tilts his head slightly to allow him more of a view of you. “That’s all I care about.” You smile. He gazed at you admiringly before lifting his head, his lips meeting yours in a warm kiss.

You place your hand on his cheek, holding him to you as you kissed slow and carefully, savoring the taste of one another. There were times he wondered how you were real, how you were his. You were a goddess in his eyes and he never wanted you to feel like anything less.

His fingertips gently caressed your sides underneath your shirt, meeting each others eyes once again when your lips parted. “You, my love, are otherworldly.” He states, tucking some stray hairs behind your ears and allowing his fingertips to trace down your neck and rest behind your neck softly.

You pressed your lips together as you took the time to admire him now, taking in his every perfect feature. He was the most beautiful man your eyes ever saw. And he made you feel like a gift from above in his eyes.

“I love you, James.” You say in nearly a whisper. The side of his mouth twitches into a smile before he pulls you back down to his chest, holding you against him again in a tight embrace. You listen to the sound of his heart beating in his chest, something you often wondered how it was possible but very much enjoyed listening to.

“I love you, so very much.” He replies quietly, placing another kiss on the top of your head, embracing your figure that was against his. He could hold you forever, never wanting to let you go. His mind raced over the thought of your frequent request to change you. He told himself he’d never allow it to happen, that he would never take your life for his own selfish desire. But now, laying here with you in his arms, he couldn’t fathom the thought of you passing someday. He couldn’t fathom the thought of you no longer here. It was true, you would pass one day, and he was going to be sure you passed outside of the hotel so that you could rest peacefully — but now he wondered if you could truly be happy spending eternity with him like you say. He wanted nothing more, but he needed to be sure. If you would reassure him one more time, he’d allow it. He would give you what you want, what he wants just as much. And you would be together indefinitely.

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[her-favorite]

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

OBSESSED

James Patrick March x F!Reader

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

Warnings: smut!

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

wc: 2666

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm going to find answers."

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[stilespeters]

IMAGINE

Going to the suite in the hotel cortez in the middle of the night after you went to a speakeasy with james, while running around the halls of the Cortez while tipsy. Then when you arrive at the suite just look outside and see the night sky while you dance with jazz music in the background in front of the big window. Then you and James just comfort each other with each others presence, while slow dancing in a pinstripe suit and a beautiful dress. After that, the clock hit 4 am and the two of you weren't tired at all.

Lots of gentle touches and late night talks with wine. Laughing because you're both slowly getting drunk and the filters come off. Tripping over each other while feeling light in your head till you both fall onto the couch and you lay in each others arms. You had messy hair and make up but he doesn't care because he thinks you're beautiful in every way possible. Imagine there are just 2 people in the room, 2 lovers who are accompanied by love and tenderness.

IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR

[chiptaylorsfirst]

Hello, I hope you're doing well!! I am in love with your writing, it's absolutely remarkable.

Could you write a bottom James Patrick March × Top Male reader where James is exploring his sexuality with reader who is one of his maids?

Thank you sm <33

A/N: Thank you for the compliment first off and yes, of course I can write this.

Word Count: 2,433

Pairing: sub!James Patrick March x dom!male!maid!Reader

Warning: Smut, hickies, mentions of murder, slight pain kink, handjob, oral sex, anal sex

Summary: You find yourself being one of James' favorites and he requests a different favor you're more than willing to indulge in with him.

You had been speaking with Ms. Evers, trying your best to follow through with your job as one of Mr. March's devoted maids. You sighed as you finally finished all the work you were told to do and walked to the Blue Parrot Lounge, hoping for a refreshing drink. However, once you made it to your destination, you felt a tap on your shoulder. "Excuse me," James said from behind you.

You tried your best to control your excitement from hearing the man's charming voice. Everyone always noticed the tension between the two of you and the unspoken chemistry that you had. You turned around, a smile on your face as you looked at the handsome man before you. "How may I help you, Mr. March?" He grabbed your hand before whispering in your ear.

"We need to talk privately in my office. I'll be there whenever you're ready." He moved away from you, walking away. You watched as he walked away and wondered what he needed to talk with you for. Had you done anything wrong? Your mind filled with panic and you asked Liz for a drink, hoping the alcohol would calm your nerves. "What's wrong, honey? You look petrified."

You sighed, taking a sip of your drink before looking up at her. "I feel like I may be in trouble with him. Did you see me do anything wrong?" She scoffed before laughing in response. "Sweetie, you can't be this clueless. It's obvious that Mr. March is experiencing a sexual panic every time he's around you. Do you pay attention to the way he always calls you for favors and nobody else? You're his favorite." You wanted to deny it but just as you thought about it, everything she'd said made perfect sense.

James would always call you whenever he wanted anything and Ms. Evers would always be jealous of you. His eyes would twinkle every time he looked at you and whenever he touched you or looked at you, it lasted a little bit longer than you'd expect. You finished your drink as you thought about the possibility of James Patrick March having a crush on you.

"Liz, wish me luck. I'm about to go talk to him." You finished off your drink, placing the glass on the table. "You got it in the bag," she encouraged, a smile plastered on her face. You walked through the many halls until you met room 64. You knocked on the door, seeing James in front of you and opening the door. "Come in." You felt nervous as you watched him lock it, wondering if he'd kill you.

"Sit anywhere you like." You sat in one of the chairs, watching as he sat down in front of you. "So, I have no idea if you're aware of this but I am quite fond of you more than any other person here. What I'm going to ask of you is utterly inappropriate considering I'm your boss and I will not be upset if you reject the request completely."

"Mr. March--" "James, you can call me James." You felt butterflies in your stomach at the privilege. "James, could you please just ask the question. You could probably ask me to do anything for you and I'd say yes." He chuckled at that, a slight blush coming over his face. "As you know, I've only courted with women and never men but I find myself having an attraction to the same sex as I would a woman. " You nodded quietly.

"Never know if you try, right," you joked. "That's actually what you're here for." Your eyes lit up at the suggestion and you wondered if he was serious. "Are you playing around or are you serious?" He stood up, walking around until he was behind you, his breath on the shell of your ear. "I've never lied to you in all the time being I've known you and you darling, are far too handsome and beautiful for me to toy with."

You felt yourself slightly harden at his words. "You want to experiment with me," you questioned. "Yes, I need to carry out my hypothesis and see if it's true. You don't feel uncomfortable with that, do you?" You swallowed a lump in your throat and looked at him. "No, I'm fine with that."

He could see the emotion on your face and tilted your chin up before kissing you. You didn't know what it ignited you but his lips against yours drove you insane. His lips were soft and the kiss started off as gentle, sweet, and tender. You raised up from the seat and got up, breaking the kiss in the process. "How long have you felt this way," you asked, removing your clothing.

"A few months after employing you," he said, already throwing some of his clothes off. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He smiled, now fully naked before you. “I was nervous that I’d ruin our relationship and that you wouldn’t reciprocate my feelings for you.” You felt your blood rush to your nether regions as you looked at the sight before you. You hadn’t meant to stare at him for long but you couldn’t help it. His abs and muscles were perfect and you saw a cute happy trail leading to his long and pretty cock.

You hadn’t expected what you saw but you were more than happy with it. “Lay on the bed for me,” you said confidently. You watched as he did as you asked, not saying a word to you for the way you spoke to him. “I hope you enjoy your time being in control. It is not a privilege many get from me,” he said, making himself comfortable. “Really, why?” He smiled at you. “Darling, don’t tell me you don’t already know. It’s because I am not easy to control.” 

You smiled as you seductively walked towards him. “That’s about to change,” you said, your voice slightly deeper and smoother than usual. When you were finally in front of him, you looked over his body and inhaled. “How far have you experimented with a man?” He looked at your eyes then your lips. This was the most flustered you’d ever seen him. “I haven’t. I only kissed you a short while ago.” You were a bit surprised that he hadn’t done anything with a man. You understood that James would always openly date women and that he never did anything in public with a man. But something about him made you feel that he at least gave in to the idea once. You put your hands around his thighs, feeling him tense. 

“Relax and lay back. I’m going to try to see what all you like.” He laid down, his head hitting the soft pillows. You crawled into the bed on top of him, starting to kiss him around his neck and collarbone area. You heard him moan and groan, his breath hitching whenever you kissed a certain spot. You learned quickly and assumed it was his sweet spot. The reactions he provided you only proved you right. He started to buck up against you, trying to get some sort of relief. You slapped his thigh and you heard him groan. “You like being smacked around, James?”

“Possibly,” he responded, a smile on his lips. “Noted.” You kissed lower and lower until you were finally where he wanted you the most. You wrapped your hand around his length, taking your time as you jerked him off. You watched as he bit his lip, trying his best not to let out a sound. “No, let me hear you,” you said, still concentrating on his reactions. When you finally heard the beautiful noises he tried to contain slip from his mouth, you found yourself more turned on than you’d ever been before. You lowered your head, wanting to grant him the pleasure he’d wanted so badly. You heard him curse and you silently congratulated yourself for it. James was never one to use vulgar language and you just made him do so.

You used your hands on the part of him that you couldn’t fit into your mouth, which drove him insane. You did your best to remember what patterns felt the best, making your mouth work in favor of James’ pleasure. You continued to bob your head, doing your best to breathe while you did it. Pretty soon, you could feel him twitch. You immediately lifted your head and popped off of him. “What are you doing, dearest?” You smiled at him as you lined him up with your opening and prepared to sink down. “Don’t you want to cum inside of me, Mr. March?” You saw a new shade of lust in his eyes at the name. “What did I tell you about calling me that?” You got up from the bed and rummaged through some of your clothes before finding lube. You then went back before lubing up your hole and lowering yourself onto him, starting at a slow pace.

“Don’t mm, act like you don’t like it.” You let out various moans and groans at the feeling of him stretching you out as you bounced. He did too, his sounds soft and smoother than yours. You knew that it wouldn’t take much for the others in the hotel to know what the two of you were doing but you didn’t have the ability to care at the moment. How could you when you were on top of such a beautiful man all for your use who liked it as much as you did? So as you looked down at him, his head on the pillows and his eyes facing the ceiling, you wrapped your hand around his neck gently and watched as his eyes bored into yours.

“Y/N,” he moaned repeatedly, his face thoroughly flushed and his eyes blown. You could feel him twitching inside of you and you felt him wrap his hand around your length. “No, James. This is about ugh, your pleasure.” He didn’t remove his hand, only stroking you faster and making you tremble from his touch. “Fuck, Mr. March.” The two of you met your peaks at the same time and you tried your best to come down from it. You grabbed the lube, raising up off of him and laying beside him. You kissed his cheek. “You have enough energy for another round,” you asked, already knowing the answer. 

“Darling, you know I am a ghost. I never tire.” You moved to where you were in between his legs and grabbed him enough to where he spread out for you. “I take that as a yes.” You put some lube on your fingers and slid one inside of him. “How does it feel?” You accidentally went a bit deeper and his words died in his throat, letting out a pornographic moan. “Good, very good.” You then decided to slide another one of your fingers inside of him,  When he was stretched out enough for your liking, you lubed up your cock and his opening before closing it and throwing the container on the ground. 

“This may hurt a bit but then again, you do enjoy pain,” you said, just above a mumble. He didn’t reply but by the change in his facial expression, you knew that he heard what you’d said. “Will it be bad,” he asked, slight concern in his voice. “Baby, you have nothing to worry about. If you could barely feel pain when you were alive, I don’t think you’d feel anything now.” He simply nodded and you found yourself giggling at him. “What are you laughing at?” “You’re so adorable and cute right now.” He rolled his eyes at you and you slapped his thigh. “Don’t roll your eyes at me. I’m still in charge.”

“My apologies,” he responded. “Don’t do it again.” You lined up with his tight hole, being overly gentle as you slid inside of him. He didn’t speak until you were halfway in.  “Give me a moment.” You did just that until he gave you a warning to continue. You did an experimental thrust and heard a groan from him. You took that as a sign to continue and placed his legs around your waist as you started to fuck him. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, his lips kissing your neck. He sucked multiple hickies there, causing your strokes to be rougher and deeper.

You then decided to do something different, watching as his head lowered and he was on the pillows. You lowered your face next to his, then proceeded to nibble on the sensitive skin of his ear. You felt his grip on you become tighter, his eyes rolling at the action. “Fuck,” he cursed. You started to hit his prostate over and over again, the two of you both close to your release. You wrapped your hand around his cock, stroking it in time with your thrusts. He started to tremble and you started to twitch inside of him. You then kissed him, the feeling of him clenching around you too much to bear.

With a few more thrusts, you were filling him up with your seed and marking up every bit of exposed skin you could get to. He soon followed after you, scratching your back and shoulders as he did so. After you rode out your highs and pulled out from him, you laid on his chest, loving the feeling of him playing with your hair. “So, what did you decide?” He kissed your forehead. “I believe that the only man that I have these feelings and attractions towards is you. So, I’m definitely not just attracted to women and I don’t want what happened between us to only happen once. I want you to be mine.”

You raised up at that, a smile of joy covering your face. “Yeah?” “Yes, my dearest. But, if you’re going to spend time with me as much as I want you to, I’ll need a different maid.” You huffed at the thought. “Are you experiencing jealousy already, my love?” You nodded. 

“Can’t you just increase everyone’s shift?” He looked at you for a moment, thinking to himself. “I think you should be over the maids from now on. After all, you were the best and my favorite.” The more time you spent with him, the more you enjoyed it. By the end of the day, you realized that someone may just have to kill you so you can enjoy the love of your life forever. 

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𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆) ❀ all austin sommers ❀ all austin x gn reader ❀ all austin x male reader

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 ❀ all colin zabel ❀ all colin smut ❀ all colin fluff ❀ all colin angst ❀ all colin zabel x gn reader ❀ all colin zabel x male reader

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋\𝐗-𝐌𝐄𝐍

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 ❀ all peter maximoff ❀ all peter smut ❀ all peter fluff ❀ all peter angst

[sykokittyy]

Are you aware of Evan Peters supposed new gf? She has a very bad reputation online and has expressed that she hates his fans. Thoughts?

tbh I never heard about her until I seen a evan peters fanpage posted that they made their first appearance together at the oscars party, but if she’s expressing that she hates his fans then she might want to tread lightly because that can cause problems with not just her reputation but evan’s also 🤦🏾‍♀️. But she’s pretty though, I’ll give her that 🤍.