#jpm x the countess

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

🪷 - fav/least fav ship: give me a fandom and i’ll tell you my favorite and least favorite ship!

Hi ! May I ask for ahs and Yellowjackets ?

american horror story:

fav ship: jpm and the countess

they might not be the healthiest relationship, but i’m obsessed with how they act around each other. just how smitten james is and how the countess is just like forcing him away. i don’t know i just love them together. and before he died they had just the best relationship dynamic. i love these two together so fucking much.

least fav ship: kyle and zoe

so i know a lot of people will probably disagree with this. and i will say that before he died, i do think they could’ve been really cute together. but then zoe brought him back and basically treated him like a pet. he barely even knew her and then all of a sudden it’s like she’s forcing him to be with her, and he can’t even say no because of all the damage done to his brain. i just don’t really like the dynamic they have.

yellowjackets:

fav ship: jackie and shauna

i don’t care what anyone thinks, they were in love. just the was shauna looks at jackie, how they acted around each other, how close they were. i know for a fact shauna has feelings for jackie, and i think jackie feels the same but denies them and is only with jeff cause of comphet. but they would be the cutest together, and all the ship edits are only making my obsession with them worse.

least fav ship: nat and travis

maybe if they got together under different circumstances they could’ve been great together. but they were both traumatized and it kinda feels like they just clung to each other as a way of ignoring all their pain. it just doesn’t seem healthy. i would love them together if they got together before the plane crash, but it seems like they’re just using each other to forget, and not really being together because they want to.

[saintlucretia]

— Darling, I am one of the greatest serial killer of all time, I find murder deeply satisfying and-

— Okay, wanna hookup?

[d0llfaac3]

DEVILS NIGHT

Pairing: James Patrick March x wife!reader

Warnings: not proofread!, smut, unprotected P in V, nipple play, fingering, oral sex m!receiving,use of ‘good girl’, V slapping, dirty talk, murders, blood, kidnapping (none to reader) mentions of other famous killers and their crimes, James being completely pussy whipped for you, 18+, MDNI, below the cut!

Word count: 1,452

You would talk to Liz and Iris allot, like nearly all the time, part of your daily routine, Liz would talk about her son, Doug, while Iris would talk about pop culture drama and about her son, Donovan.

It was devils night tonight, which meant the biggest party of the year, at least for James and his..friends, some of the worst, most horrible serial killers in all of America, the guest list was a crazy crazy thing, consisting of.. John Wayne Gacy, Aileen Wuornos, Jeffery Dahmer, Richard Ramirez, The Zodiac Killer and don’t forget John Lowe.

As it was your husband, James’ birthday today..you would have to bring his breakfast up to him in your shared hotel room, you made him the breakfast you would have made him 80 something years ago..While you two were alive.. your little cooking magazines you would buy called ‘American Cookery’, you would make him Coffee, shredded wheat and hot milk, it’s what was said in the breakfasts for business men and women..so you made him that, mixed with a little bowl of his favourite fruits, grapefruit, strawberries and bananas.

“Breakfast is ready sweetheart” you say as you shut the hotel room door with your foot, walking over to your shared bed, He’s half naked, he would only sleep in his pyjama pants, he was half asleep when you came in, his usual gelled hair, an absolute mess, you where still in your nightgown and dressing gown for goodness sake.

“I could never have wished for a better lover, darling” he says, in his sleepy morning voice, he’s quite cute in the morning for a man who’s killed hundreds of people, can’t say much. So have you.

He put the tray on the nightstand and smiles at you, opening his arms, one thing James would never admit is: he’s a cuddler at night, especially in the morning, his big arms wrapped around you and he smiles. “My beautiful girl” he says as he kisses your forehead.

“Jamie” you giggle in response, his face in your neck as he gently kissed and sucked on the skin, in certain places making you moan a bit.

“Mmm I could just have you as my birthday breakfast” he says, kissing down your neck and shoulder as he slipped your dressing gown off, making you giggle and always feel special around him.

“Mmm make love to me handsome” you say as he captures your lips in his, his hand sliding down your back to grope your ass through your nightgown, the fabric of the skirt moving against his fingers, you could already feel the soaking pool in your panties.

“God I love that laugh” he says as he takes your dressing gown off, throwing it to the side, then pulling down your nightgown at the front, so your tits spill out, causing you to blush and hide your face.

You could already feel him getting rock hard under you, funny thing is, ghosts can be dead but still have human emotions, it’s strange..but that also means the anatomy stays the same, you two had been dead since 1929 and still getting turned on by each other, been married in 1925.

“You know” You say as you kiss him. “It’s been nearly 100 years since we met..we met when..1924?” You say as your lips graze his.

He smiles into the kiss, his fingers sliding down you thighs, feeling your underwear. He smirks. “My word I am a lucky man..” making you whine a small bit.

His fingers trace the wet patch in your panties and you groan against his neck. “Mhm let it out, be a good girl for me” he whispers in your ears as his fingers hook the sides of your panties, pulling them down, the cool breeze hitting your pussy lips making you groan through the cold air of the room.

“Fuck you’re so wet aren’t you darling? This is what I do to you huh? You like when I’m all over you?, good girl” He pulled his hand away from your pussy and spanked it, he loved spanking your pussy with his hand, he thought it was just so..erotic the way you would writhe next to him as he knew he was in control..that’s what he loved, control.

You were so horny already, you could barley form words, only little whines and moans. “Shh baby it’s okay you’re doing so good” he says as he kisses your neck, his fingers grazing your pussy lips, his wet fingers gently touching your clit making you shut your eyes and bite your lip.

“Just..fuck me already!” You whine as you arch your back against him, he just gave you a soft laugh. “Mhmm baby, you wanna suck me off first? You look so good blowing me” he says as he grips your boobs, twisting your nipples in his fingers.

You could only nod in response to your husbands words, pulling his pyjama pants down and pulling his boxers down, giggling as his cock sprung up, she was always so excited to give him head, so eager. “Always so eager my love” he says as he touched your hair gently as he smiled at you.

You giggled as you licked a thick stripe up his cock making him let out a soft breath, he leaned back on the bed and got comfortable, you knew how to please him, you two have only been married ninety seven years…

When your mouth touched his tip he knew he wasn’t going to last long in your mouth, your hot mouth wrapped around his thick cock was something he adored for the past years, his cock hitting the back of your throat was an unforgettable experience..

His big hand pressed right against the back of your head, pressing your mouth further onto his cock, he gently started thrusting his hips up to your face, his cock now fucking your mouth.

He felt close so he tapped your cheek. “C’mon sweetie, I’m close” he says as he taps his cock against your lips, turning you around so your ass is up in the air. “Ready Darling?” He says as his hands grab your hips from behind.

He slides his cock between your wet folds, your body arching to get a better angle, He grabs a fistful of your hair pulling your hair back towards him as he fucks you.

Small mumbles of “yes” and “harder” slip out of your mouth as you two become closer and closer by the second, James had been coming inside you for the past 97 years, not like either of you cared.

You griped the sheets for dear life as he mercilessly fucked you into the bed, his grip on your hair and his right hand gripped onto your hip, leaving a red handprint, his fingers almost going pale white from holding so tight.

You two soon came, you couldn’t really hear what he was saying over your own moans and groans, his cock continuously pounding into your pussy from behind, such a sight would make a porn star look like an amateur.

After your eventful morning, You two just knew devils night was going to be a beautiful horror of a night. You danced with Aileen as you had been doing every devils night, she would jokingly kiss your face and call you sexy to annoy James. “That is my wife you’re referring to Aileen remember that”

“Welcome to Our annual devils night” James speaks up as his hand snakes around your waist to grip your hip. “We shall enjoy our food, then get onto the fun”, everyone knew what that fun meant, a murder, by all of them at the table.

James kissed your lips gently and Jeffery Dahmer gave a look of disgust, making you look at him as you filled your wine. “Now now jeffery don’t look at me like that, you ate people”

As Ms Evers came in with the dinner, she gave you a filthy look, as if you had rolled in shit and piss your whole life, yes obviously she’s had to clean blood stains off you and James’ bed from murders but..she signed up for it when she died in 1929 didn’t she.

James played with your fingers as you blew some smoke out of your mouth from your cigarette, he was absolutely whipped for you and it was completely obvious, he would beg on his knees for your attention at times.

Once the dinner was finished, Sally brought a man in, a tall man, a little overweight, balding, didn’t have any family so he wouldn’t be missed, as every devils night everyone attacked him and killed him, James looked at his beautiful woman, your hands covered in the man’s blood and James sighs happily.

“What a beautiful way to spend my birthday” he says as he kissed your cheek before rubbing his fingers across the blood stained part of your cheek.

You gently kissed his lips and smiles.

“Round two?”

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I DONT THINK THIS IS VERY GOOD LMAO

[marchsfreakshow]

Having Their Fill [JPM & The Countess]

Angst. Almost smut.

You knew The Countess switches lovers like that. It upset you and wished to not have be cursed the blood virus anymore. That meant being hers forever.

Warnings: blood mention, body checking, self image talk, weight talk, implied smut & dub-con. Fem!reader

I love this idea, and I hope you like this little thing I made up. Literally re-watching Hotel so I can get this out.

Your perspective.

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I stared at the image in the mirror. My gorgeous girlfriend, I guess you could call her that, The Countess, bought me it so she could have me look at myself during sex. Why? Fuck if I know. My eyes were always shut closed because of how made me feel while we were fucking. The stars always aligned when we were together, but I never took it too much to heart. Tristan and Liz told me that eventually she would get bored, throw me out and leave me be on the streets.

The body in front of me wasn't fun. It's not interesting, nothing is correct. No one would like this body. Too fat, too thin, too ugly, too skinny, too curvy. Everything and nothing at the same time. A loud sigh escaped me as she came in. "You've been staring at yourself for an hour love.." She said, walking towards me and my naked body. "Never doubt yourself. You're so beautiful. My lovely girl forever."

"Unlikely." I snorted.

"What do you mean?" Her eyes narrowed. People disagreeing with her meant death, but I could never believe her. She let me go and I got dressed. Slowly. My hands felt weak, I couldn't do much. It felt lonely here sometimes.

"I know you. I've been told about your past lovers...it's just a matter of time until you let me go and find another." Trousers on, still shirtless but wearing a bra. Looking up in the mirror, I saw her staring at my reflection.

"That may be true. You are so much different than the people before you." She placed a calm hand on my shoulder, but I slapped it away.

"Not fucking likely! You turn them, make them love you then throw them away or kill them!! How can I fucking love you so much when that fate awaits me.." Seething my teeth, I threw on my shirt lazily, barely doing up the bottom buttons. She did nothing but stand there and watch. As silent and still as ever. My stuff was in my hands just as quickly as I left. Leaving in a huff probably wasn't the best idea, but I just had to go somewhere else. Maybe talk to Liz.

Stomping down the hallways, I sighed and let all thoughts fall past me. Walking quickly was tiring, but my footsteps fell silent as I reached room 64. Another sigh left me, and I knocked on the door slowly, my head hung in slight embarrassment. A creak. "Little bird. Hello my dear."

"James.." I sniffed. His eyebrows furrowed and placed a hand on my back, walking me into the room. "It's..."

"The Countess? Dear, you must realise that she does not like staying with one person for so long."

"she stayed with you."

"I am stuck here, she lives here on her own terms. We have an arrangement so I can see her once every month. It has been this way for as long as I have been a ghost my bird."

I huffed again and crossed my arms, looking away from the ghost. He raised an eyebrow at me. "You should not be so upset with me, you said yes to this deal when the Countess and I agreed to share you."

"share me? That's fucking rich." I chuckled.

"You do remember the deal do you not little hummingbird?" As a response I nodded, barely meeting his eyes. He hummed and smiled ever so slightly.

"doesn't mean you share me though. She has me more than you do."

"Yes, insatiable, isn't she?" His eyes wandered off into the distance, the smile only growing wider. It took everything in me to not slap some sense into him. So I clicked my tongue and sat on the table closest to me. "Either she will come and find you to end your life or I make it quicker and save her a job." James grinned, turning on his heel and walking into another part of his room.

"Both of you find intimacy in killing, it'll probably be the same either way," I mutter, sort of following him like a lost puppy. I didn't particularly find the intimacy in killing, nor did I want to die just yet, but I couldn't take having this ancient curse in me anymore.

"Love, our killings could not be more different." I heard The Countess say from the doorframe. James flashed a smile at her, as she moved her attention between him and me. "I must kill to keep myself alive. He kills for pleasure."

"you describe it so perfectly my dear." He smiled, resting a hand on her back. I rolled my eyes and looked away from the dead and barely-in-love couple.

"Little mouse, what are you thinking? You seem distracted."

"About maybe if I can be let go now? I'm fucking done." James clicked his tongue and shook his head. Well fuck, suppose I'm stuck here now.

The door was closed behind them and James walked behind me and held a knife on my stomach as he wrapped his hands around me. It elicited a quiet chuckle out of the glorified vampire, and she walked towards us. Wow, where was all this sudden tension coming from? I just sighed and rested my head on James' shoulder, deciding to go along with whatever they had planned. Kisses on my neck, my shirt slowly being pulled over my head. Cold fingers on my torso. It made me gasp and I shivered, almost cooling back from the ghost touches.

A sharp blade gently stung my belly, cringing at the feeling. But I felt more kisses and licks, and my trousers, slowly being pulled down from my legs. Freezing air flew past me, causing more shivers. Incoherent whispers as The Countess stood up slowly, and placed a gentle hand on James' shoulder. I could feel their wicked smiles.

My back on the bed, scratchy sheets and then sharps and stings.

A long nail against my neck.

A knife under my breasts.

Heavy breaths.

God, I felt divine, and like I actually needed them. This fucking effect the both of them had on me. "Fuck.." I moaned out.

"You're a good girl, mouse."

James in me, The Countess admiring every part of my body and keeping a hand around my neck, whatever claws she owned, teasing every vein.

It was only a few minutes later when absolute silence.

What on earth was this darkness? Lovingly enveloping me, and making me feel warm.

Then I opened my eyes and I was looking at red. A body dressed in a green sweater and dirty jeans. My sweater and dirty jeans.

My back hit a chest.

"You died wonderfully my little bird." Oh fuck.

"James..." I whimpered, turning on my heel and hitting his collarbones. But the Countess grabbed my hands and pulled them back to behind me.

"None of that now mouse."

What the fuck was happening?? Why? I didn't plan on dying just now. But by the hands of the ones who owned and breathed this hotel. What the fuck else could I do?

"Jesus fuck..."

"you are now here with us for eternity my sweet. You are allowed to switch between the two of us for as long as you please."

Well, Christ okay. Despite the sudden hollowness of not being alive, I pressed a gentle kiss onto the Countess' cheek.

"fine...okay, just, can my body be removed or something?"

"Of course, it can love." The Countess smiled, petting my hair.

Eternity is going to be long...

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Tag: @babygorewhore @nahoyasboyfriend @coentinim @slvt4jamesmarch @slutforgarlogan @feefymo

[drowningyoursorrow]

CULTURE OF DISHONESTY

james patrick march x gn! reader / kai anderson x gn! reader

You were married to James for as long as you could remember, before and after he built the hotel. But as time grew, you knew he fell in love with another, the Countess he called her. You heard of their dinners together, but if you left, you'd have nothing. You gave it all up for James and his dark secrets, died alongside him. What will you do now?

!!!: mentions of death, murder, cheating, minor nsfw mentions, alcohol consumption W/C: 2.5k

You've been dead for nearly a century, and most of the time the halls of the Hotel Cortez were dead silent. Besides the moments from time to time when people were being murdered, and you could hear their screams. You've grown used to it, most of the time avoiding the areas where they came from. Although you died a while back, unlike James, you decided to try to keep up with the new eras and trends. James didn't seem to mind because he told you he loved your “ivory soul” and not how you appear.

Now you just laugh at the memory of it, ever since you've heard of his affair you've been looking into it. Of course, James believed you were oblivious to his own endeavors since you don't pry into his business. You've discovered that The Countess was purely the opposite of you, she was breathtaking, but you could tell her heart was cold. At first, you were insanely jealous and cried to yourself for weeks, but now, it just feels like a light sting. Of course, you still loved James and you loathed it because your heart still yearns from him like before.

You wish you would've at least grew out of love with him over tie like he did with you, maybe replace him or something. But you can't see yourself with any man other than James, you've decided to try to be distant to help. It has been working lately, you don't feel the urge to have to see him every second of your day anymore. But you assumed that since James has to keep up his act that he's still infatuated with you, he checks up on you.

Surprisingly, he noticed that you were no longer clinging onto his arm everywhere he went. Since he usually never really did acknowledge you even when you did do that, just growing accustomed to the feeling. As you were getting prepared to head to the bar, to drink your own pitiful sorrows away. James appeared, typically he was off wooing the countess or doing his killings, you've figured out his plans to avoid him. You were wearing something on the fancier side, deciding it'd best to look expensive while you have your mental breakdown.

He halted in his steps as he studied your get-up, often you didn't wear anything fancy since it wasn't really the style anymore. You felt relieved now since you didn't blush under his gaze anymore and just gave him an unimpressed look. He strode toward where you were and stood behind you and smoothed his hands across your sides. Nuzzling his head into the side of your neck, "you look ravishing, dearest. It feels like forever since I have seen you dress so eloquently."

You felt a certain distaste in your mouth as his hands touched you, knowing that he was doing this with someone else. So, you gently removed his hands off of you and stepped away from him, still facing away. Grabbing the rest of your necessities, "thank you, James." You paused, unsure of what else to say to brush him off, "I'm sorry, but I was just heading off somewhere. Maybe we can chat when I get back, hm?"

"Well, where are you heading? Maybe I can accompany you, may I remind you, I do own this hotel. I know all the secret and wonderful places." He spoke at you eagerly, going near you once more, holding out his arm so you could take it like you'd usually do. "Yes, I know James, I was there with you. But I was looking forward to spending some time with myself." James gave you a quizzical look, confused that you rejected his offer, usually you'd take every chance to be with him.

He rested his arm back to his side, thinking, "but we haven't spent a lot of time together recently, we better catch up on the days we've missed!" He was grinning at you now, the idea of you not wanting to be with him simply not registering for him. Him mentioning that you two not spending time together humored you, he was the reason for it. Always brushing off both of yours plans to go and be with the Countess, telling you he had business to attend to. "James, maybe another night? I must be going now, I'll see you when I return."

You gave him one last glance, his eyebrows were furrowed and a frown was evident on his features. For a moment you thought he looked, hurt, upset even. The idea made you laugh, surely he wouldn't be, he had no right to be. With that, you slammed the door and headed off to your destination, trying to stop the unconscious tears welling up in your eyes. "You're just being ridiculous, he doesn't care."

You made your way to the bar, it was empty as usual, and so you situated yourself more in the front. Liz knew of your current predicament and only could pity you, never bothering you when you did drunkenly sob about it. She gave you your usual bourbon before asking, "what happened this time, sweetie?" "You know, he pretended to care and acted sad when I didn't want to spend time with him. Like as if he wasn't blowing me off, so he could go be with her." You chugged the drink, the strong taste not bothering you, but there was a faint sting.

Although you've been trying not to bother yourself with your feelings of the situation, it still always made your heart squeeze. "Why does he even still try? Why can't he just go and tell me he doesn't want me anymore? Just give me some piece of mind." "Maybe you keep him grounded? You did stick by his side with everything, so if you were to just be gone it would feel… Unnatural. He never did like anything out of order." You chugged more of the bourbon she gave you, looking at the liquid, laughing that you were drinking his drink.

You were always a lightweight, no matter how much you'd drink, and how you never got used to how strong the liquid was. You rested your head on your hand as you stared at the empty glasses, "Him cheating on me is out of order, like if I had the guts I'd like to punch him or something." Liz smirked at your remark, before noticing someone take a seat at the bar. You slumped over and buried your head in your arms, hearing the faint voice of a man beside you.

In your hazy mind you thought of the affair, deciding if he's cheating on you, maybe you can cheat on him. That'll give him a reason to end it with you, since you were too scared to do it yourself. You peeked up to stare at the mysterious man, he was fairly lean but muscular. He was the opposite of James, and it enticed you, he had blue hair that hung above his shoulders. He sported a gray turtleneck paired with a black leather coat.

Unusual, but you had no right to judge, you look like you just attended the met gala. He had an intense gaze before he flicked his eyes at you, you didn't flinch. So you two just stared at each other, him sipping his drink as you both studied one another. It looked like he was judging your outfit as well, looking up at you with a really? look. You grinned and nodded your head sheepishly, he shifted to the seat right next to you and looked down at you.

"What's with the formal wear?" He spoke in a teasing tone yet it sounded soft and gruff at the same time. He was smiling at you amused, "well, just felt the need to look exquisite while I get insanely drunk. The usual." He laughed at your response, shaking his head as he chugged the rest of his drink. "What's with you? You look like you're about to mug someone."

You hiccuped while you giggled at yourself, but his gaze shifted to something serious as he looked at you. Before switching back to charming, "maybe I am?" "Wait wait, no offense, but why are you in a hotel like this? You look like a motel type of person." "Looked shady from the outside, so I went in, and it was the opposite. Got tricked, I guess?" You furrowed your brows, you haven't really seen the outside of the place in a while, being dead and all.

He looked at you some more, although you're dressed normally, he had a sense that you were different. You wore your hair old timely and had a bit of an accent to you, like those people in those old Hollywood films. "I'm Y/N by the way, in case you were wondering." You interrupted him, he was looking at you too much, your tone was sluggish yet serious in a way. "I'm Kai, Kai Anderson."

He brought his hand out to you, you shook it firmly, giggling because you haven't done that in a while. He seemed amused at your drunken state of mind, "do you live here, or?" "Hm, yeah, been staying here for a while. Wouldn't recommend." "Then why are you still here?" "Commitment, I am no quitter." He didn't look satisfied with your answer, looking frustrated for a quick second before he smiled at you.

"I was actually planning on to stay here for a while, you want to show me all the good spots?" You smiled at that, you two were unconsciously leaning against each other, you just now noticed. So you shifted back to your original spot, Kai giving you a confused look but not saying anything. "Yeah, I can, I know all the juicy spots." "Juicy?" "Isn't that like... a slang?" "Not anymore."

You cringed at yourself, maybe you need to reeducate yourself again. "Well, I know some pretty amazing spots, nice and quiet." He hummed at your response, swigging one last drink before he stood up. "Maybe when you're sober." With that, he headed to the elevators, giving you one last wave before he was gone.

You cheekily smiled at yourself, feeling accomplished, feeling Liz's eyes on you, looking impressed. You felt smug and sloppily sat up, walking to the elevator in unsteady steps. Waving at her and stepping into the elevator. You made your way to yours and James room, opening it, surprised to see him sitting at his desk.

Usually he was gone whenever you returned from whatever you were doing, if he did come back it was only for a second. You ignored him and made your way to the bed and flopped down on your back, feeling the sheets. You wonder if he ever brought her back here, using his suite to woo her, or something. You heard him stand up, making his way over to you to tower over you as he studied your drunken state. "My beloved, were you at the bar?"

You pretended to think, "why yes, James, twas at the bar. Where else would I go?" He studied you once more, you both knew that you only drank whenever you were upset. But he decided not to say anything and sat next to you, "Is something the matter? You've been shaking me off lately." You thought of his question, yes, yes there is a problem, you're cheating on me, so I'm drinking to not think about it. "No, not at all. All is swell."

You giggled to yourself as you kicked your shoes off, knowing your answer was agitating him. "Who were you with at the bar?" You stilled, although you weren't doing anything wrong, the way he asked you bothered you. His tone was stern, and you knew if you looked at him, he would have his souless stare. There would be no use in lying, he had eyes everywhere, but he wouldn't really watch over you.

Suddenly sober, you asked, "what do you mean?" "You know what I mean." "No, James, I do not, elaborate." "I saw you at the bar with someone. A strange looking man to be exact." "He's not strange, and why are you watching me?"

The question made James falter and he seemed to be thinking, "well, you being curt earlier had me worried so I went to see what you were doing." "Oh my god, you stalked me." "No, I wasn't stalking you, I was just checking to see if you were alright and safe." "That's what a stalker would say." "No matter that, what were you doing with him?"

"Drinking, I was alone, and he randomly showed up and talked to me, we're drinking buddies now." "Well quit it." You sat up with him, scooting away from him as you glared at him. He was avoiding your gaze, but he looked equally frustrated with you as you were with him. "Quit what exactly, James? Drinking with someone? You do it all the time, why can't I?"

"It's different." "How is it different, James? Hm? Am I only supposed to drink with you now? I want you to know how unfair that is." He flicked his glare toward you but kept his temper, "It's business matters that's why, and he was flirting with you!" "No he wasn't! You know what I can't with you, I am tired." You weren't, but you needed to get your point across, "we can talk about this tomorrow."

James looked as if he was going to protest but held his tongue watching you curl away from him on the bed. Not bothering to change, his expression saddened as he laid down beside you. Not changing, either, he faced away from you on the bed. You felt bad for having him worried, but you wanted him to feel how you’ve felt for the past months. "Goodnight James, I love you."

There was no response, only a huff, and with that you closed your eyes as tears began to fall. The feeling of your failed marriage finally hitting you and James secluded life from you. Maybe Kai could help you tomorrow, you felt comfort with the stranger as you thought of tomorrow. You still silently cried because you could feel the remaining love that bloomed for James, no matter what. What you didn't know was James could feel you crying next to him, but his pride held him back from saying anything.

As he finally felt you fall to rest, he sat up and stared down at your sleeping figure, holding empathy and guilt. He knew he had no right to be upset with who you were talking to. The guilt soon finally hit as he curled himself next to you, recalling all the times he blew you off to be with someone else. The times he would lay with her because of her beauty, but your warmth was different from hers, he felt more safe and secure, but he was in too deep.

"Goodnight dearest, I love you too."

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- Had to make a story with both of my favorites - Possibly going to make more parts (I'm lying) - Not proofread in any way - The titles not a song, just a creative saying I saw

Hope you enjoyed and if you have any requests or questions please dm!

[akillerbeforeyou]

super hot intro post

amelia, she/they, 19 years old, trapped in the midwest.

used to write on wattpad and decided i wanted to start writing again so here I am! feel free to send in requests and I will get to them as soon as possible (which shouldn't be long considering I have nothing to do)

who i write for:

evans characters: tate, kit, pre and post death!kyle, jimmy, kai, and austin.

others: dandy, sally, misty, lana, possesed!sister mary eunice, the countess

i'm an american horror story writer so ill probably stick to those characters for the most part, but I'm also down to write for other evan peters characters (ex. quicksilver, colin zabel) so go ahead an request!

what i write: usually i only write fem!reader but I'm open to writing gender neutral. i don't do heavy descriptions of what the reader looks like (race, size, etc.) because I don't feel educated enough to. i do both smut and fluff oneshots, I haven't tried my hand an angst but I might in the future.

please let me know if you want to be moots!

[walnutsxblacklicorice]

okay meta and headcanon time because i can't sleep

ramona refers multiple times to how fast and easily elizabeth moves on from her partners and doesn't love them ("she doesn't love him" "of course she doesn't, you think that's gonna matter?"; "you think you're her one and only. she's already moved on to the next one, you can count on it").

however, while the moment in time hotel is set in (october/november 2015) certainly makes her look that way with donovan, tristan, and will drake (we love a promiscuous bisexual), her actual relationship history that ramona is aware of does not point into that direction at all.

the relations elizabeth has had that we know of are as follows

1925-1926: valentino & natacha

she was in love with valentino and willed herself to love natacha too even though both of them treated her badly but that's another story

1926: married james patrick march for wealth

it is not clear whether ramona knew about this marriage or elizabeth's arrangement with him bc she didn't seem to recognize him at all when she saw him in 2015

1926-1976: we know nothing about this part of elizabeth's life

1977-1992: ramona

a loving relationship that slowly turned bad due to outside influences that caused grief and pain (according to my theory) and ended in ramona cheating and elizabeth killing her boyfriend

1994-2015: donovan

a relationship that worked mostly as a void-filler for elizabeth and was sexually non-monogamous but seemed to have rules surrounding love, similar to tristan

october-november 2015: tristan

they "dated" for less than a month tbh looking at the timeline before tristan fell in love with liz instead (and died)

also october-november 2015: will drake

again, elizabeth courts and weds him for wealth and ownership of the hotel

so to summarize, since elizabeth broke up with ramona we know of one 21-year-long relationship she had with donovan and then 2 men she started dating in 2015 for money and looks. when ramona kidnapped donovan, she was not aware that elizabeth wasn't with donovan anymore, meaning at that point she didn't know about any of elizabeth's boyfriends outside of that 21-year-long relationship.

so the question remains, where did she get the idea that elizabeth jumping from one partner to the next without having feelings for any of them is a well-known pattern?

(aside from her painting a negative image of elizabeth in her head to facilitate revenge)

that's where my headcanon comes in:

in the two years between breaking up with ramona and claiming donovan for herself, i assume elizabeth was promiscuous and did jump from one partner to the next with no strings attached to cope with the heartbreak of losing ramona.

and given they had just freshly broken up, ramona probably heard about it. i could even imagine elizabeth trying to numb her pain so fast with another person that when ramona came to the hotel to pick up her stuff, she caught elizabeth in bed with another woman (or other person) and that hurt her even more and left a bitter taste in her mouth (you know in addition to her killing her boyfriend) to the point where ramona assumed if elizabeth was moving on that quickly she must've not really loved her at all (which very obviously isn't true but ramona seemed convinced of that in her unreliable retelling of the story).

that's when ramona went to her parent's place to cope with her pain and got stuck in time until 2015.

i'm still curious how she found donovan tho. maybe she hired a private eye like elizabeth did with valentino but it must've not been a very good one if he didn't tell her about tristan and will drake.

so yeah, that's my explanation for why ramona said/thought those things

[yandereunsolved]

🔪 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 🔪

“Normal people scare me.” – Tate Langdon

“Oh honey, goddesses don’t speak in whispers—they scream.” – The Countess

“When bad things keep happening to good people, you start to question what is right and what is wrong.” – Jimmy Darling

— 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 —

Austin Sommers

Cordelia Goode

Dandy Mott

Freakshow

Hotel (S5)

James Patrick March

Jimmy Darling

Kai Anderson

Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Misty Day

Mr. Gallant

Murder House

Sally McKenna (Hypodermic Sally)

Sister Mary Eunice

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Winter Anderson

— 𝙰𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠/ 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎 —

Yandere Austin Sommers

Yandere James Patrick March

Yandere Jimmy Darling

Yandere Kai Anderson

Yandere Kit Walker

Yandere Kyle Spencer

Yandere Sally Mckenna

Yandere Tate Langdon

Yandere Violet Harmon

— 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 —

Yandere James Patrick March (old style of writing)

Yandere Tate Langdon (old style of writing)

Clip A Hummingbird's Wings - ,, James's s/o trying to escape

Dissect Me, Doctor - ,, yandere JPM with a psychologist reader

F.I.T — Fucking In The Afterlife - ,, yandere ghost Kai Anderson

Fool Me Once - ,, you being James successor

Macabre Monster - ,, yandere pre & post death Kyle Spencer

Roses are Red; Violets are Blue - ,, yandere pre death Tate

Sweet Tea & Stalking - ,, yandere Jimmy Darling with a famous reader

The Honey In My Honeycomb - ,, yandere Kit Walker pre and post Asylum

When You Fell From Heaven - ,, yandere JPM with an angel reader

Yandere Kai Anderson w/ a psychologist reader - ,, unpolished ⋆

You're My Cult Leader - ,, yandere Kai Anderson

— 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 —

God's Design 𖹭 (yandere female nun reader × Kit Walker)

In Death & Life 𖹭 (James Patrick March x fallen angel gender neutral reader)

One false promise leads to another 𖹭 (yandere Kai Anderson × feminine aligned reader)

[my-own-walker]

Jpm x reader who find the hidden hallways and rooms and takes the chance to murder a hobo, James (whether they are close or not) catches her and she replies 'Just a hobo, do you disprove' just like he did with the countess

A Well-Respected Man

note: been so busy recently. i still luv u all! taking liberties with this request (aka i know you didn't ask for smut but i wanna write it)

warnings: quick sm*t, wall f*cking, murder, violence, blood, stabbing, misogynistic stuff

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I floated through the halls of the third floor in a dream. I couldn't tell if I liked being dead yet. There were no more consequences to my actions. I didn't have to choose to live every day. The lavishly decorated hallway felt different now.

When you're alive, you rush. You want to experience as much as possible before your time runs out. Eternal life in death is far different. I walked slowly through the hallway, examining each and every door, bumps in the carpet, and water stains on the ceiling.

I ran my hand along the wall and felt the texture of the orate wallpaper. The patterns were raised and felt rough against my fingertips.

Out of sheer curiosity, I began trying doorknobs. The doors were not locked. Each one opened with ease and to my surprise, led nowhere. I raised an eyebrow at the revelation. I suppose one doesn't usually try the doors to suites in a hotel out of respect for other guests, hence the lack of regard for locking these decoys.

One door stood out to me, nestled quietly at the very end of the hallway. The others were outset from the wall, accented by wood molding around their edges. This door was flush with the wall. A feeble attempt at hiding it in plain sight. I tried the knob and it was, in fact, locked.

Fuck, I said inwardly. Under the impression that my exploration has been thwarted, I spun on my heel and began walking away. It hadn't yet dawned on me that being a ghost meant locked doors and keys had become antiquated items.

It took my inclination to simply appear upstairs, rather than take the elevator, to remind me of my new abilities. Within a moment, I was standing in front of the enticing door, ready to see what was inside.

Behind its decorative facade, the entrance housed a dreary, dark hallway. One that led back in the direction from which I came. This was what those pointless doors were hiding. I wandered down the corridor. It was cold and unwelcoming. It sounded as if the hotel's pipes ran through along the ceiling. Sounds of rushing water washed over my head sporadically.

At the very end of the long passage was something in the wall akin to a trash or laundry chute. I opened the metal door and soft light came streaming through. It was jarring to be afforded that much visibility so unexpectedly. I squinted and peered through, finding it was a multi-story drop down to what looked like a basement.

The cement floor was spattered with what I could only assume was blood, and I thought I could spot a body part of some sort. It was a body chute. I shrugged and closed the opening, bored with my attempt at exploration.

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Days later, my need for fun had not been satisfied. Being a ghost was frankly, a bore. The building was full of secret passageways and doors, all of which led to essentially nothing. I was hoping to find cult activities or a blood sacrifice within these hidden places, not empty hallways.

James was giving me space and time to adjust, but instead, I simply felt insane boredom. On this particular day, I spent my time in the bar overlooking the lobby, trying to spot any new blood that took the misstep of entering The Cortez. It seemed on this day, the hotel was not going to provide me with entertainment.

That was, until, I heard a male voice speaking loudly in the empty, near-silent lobby. I hopped down from my bar stool and rushed to the railing of the balcony, hanging over it to see what the commotion was about.

'Careful, Y/N, you could fall,' Liz quipped with a wink. 'You wouldn't want to get hurt.' I looked back at her over my shoulder and smiled. She thought she was oh-so-funny.

'Hello?' the male voice shouted. I turned my head once again in the direction of the sound.

'Oh, just go down there,' Liz sighed. 'I don't feel like dealing with that.'

With her permission, I practically flew down to the lobby and across its geometric carpeting. A man with long, stringy grey hair and a dirty beard stood just in front of the hotel's entrance. He stood hunched, wearing a large coat, stained jeans, and a tattered backpack. he stared off at one of the art pieces we had hanging on the wall.

I cleared my throat to announce my presence. 'Can I help you?' I asked politely.

'I don't know, can you?' the man replied sarcastically.

'Do you need a room?' I tried.

'Only if it's free,' he laughed, looking right through me. 'I obviously can't afford to pay.' He gestured grandly at his appearance.

'We don't do free rooms,' I replied bluntly.

'Can I at least get something to eat?' he questioned with an impatient tone.

'You'll have to go somewhere else, sir. We don't do charity here,' I crossed my arms and popped my hip.

'Excuse me?'

'You heard me. No handouts,' I stated.

'Well then, I'll stand here until someone more qualified comes to talk to me,' he huffed. 'Preferably a man.'

'A man?' I scoffed.

'You women have no understanding of how things work. Get me your superior,' he declared. I chewed my lip in annoyance. How dare he insult my gender? How dare he be picky when he so obviously needed help?

'You know what,' I began, 'I do believe we have somewhere you can stay.'

'Don't be fucking with me, girl,' he spat.

'Follow me,' I instructed. He did as told, remaining on my heels as I passed over to reception, grabbing the key to a special room on the third floor from the hook behind the desk. I also made sure to slide Iris' emergency switchblade she kept under the desk into my sleeve.

The man and I took the elevator to the third floor, standing in awkward silence as we went up. The ornate hallways of the third floor flew by in a wash, my periphery blurred by blind rage toward this person. He walked behind me down the long hallway, all the way to the inset locked door. I slid the key into the lock slowly and turned it.

Just as the lock clicked open, though, the man broke the silence. 'Anyone tell you you got a tight ass?' he remarked as his open palm smacked my rear end.

'What?' I replied, shocked, contorting my expression to one of disgust.

'Hey, don't act all grossed out,' he asserted, throwing his hands up. 'You're asking for it, dressed like that and all.' I practically kicked the door open and gestured for the man to enter. He sauntered past me cockily and paused at the entrance. 'It's dark in here.'

I pushed his back with force, causing him to stumble further into the darkness. I slammed the door behind me and rounded on him.

'Hey, what the fuck?' he shouted, panic creeping into his tone. I pushed him again, knocking him onto his ass. 'Hey! Stop!'

'Not so cocky now, huh?' I teased. He scrambled backward down the corridor, trying to make it back up onto his feet. I kicked his chest, causing him to crash down onto his back. 'Fucking apologize.'

'F-for what?' the man stammered, panting in fear. I pulled the switchblade out of my sleeve and flicked it open. Its sharp edge glinted beautifully.

'You fucking pig,' I spat. He began to scream in terror, still trying to clamor away from me.

'Help!' he screamed, still unable to make it onto his feet. I continued to back him toward the end of the corridor. 'HELP!'

'You can scream as loud as you want. In fact, I prefer it,' I smiled. 'Beg for your life.'

'P-please! Let me go! I'm sorry!' he pleaded. I stooped down to his level and grabbed his shirt collar, holding him firmly in place. I pressed the blade to his neck and smirked.

'Too late,' I whispered. I slid the cold metal across his flesh and watched as dark red blood spilled out. It was much more blood than I was expecting. For fun, I continued stabbing the man. I slashed at his skin repeatedly, grunting and screaming as I went. His blood spattered all over my body. I reveled in how it felt.

When I was sure he was gone, I grabbed the hood of his thick coat and began pulling his body to the chute. Unfortunately for me, it didn't occur to me that this man would be heavy and that his dead weight would be nearly impossible to move. I tugged and pulled, moving him only slightly with each exertion.

'Fuck!' I yelled. 'You're even more fucking annoying when you're dead!'

'Darling?' a familiar voice spoke. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I spun on my heel to find James suddenly behind me. It must have been quite a sight to take in. 'Who is that?'

'Just a homeless man,' I said plainly. James took a moment to process, smoothing his mustache with two fingers. 'Do you disapprove?'

'No, no,' James contended. 'I've just, never seen you like this.' He took my cheek in his hand and gave me a kiss on the forehead. I sighed in relief at the gesture.

'Can you give me a hand, then?' I asked. laughing a bit.

'Gladly, my little hummingbird,' he cooed. We both worked to hoist the man up and through the chute. His body landed with a sickening smack on the concrete below. I hopped to the front of the door to look down at the carnage. James' arms snaked around me, one hand resting on my chest, the other on my tummy.

'Thank you,' I breathed, resting my head back on his body. 'He was a piece of shit.'

'Mmm?' James vocalized into my ear. 'How so?'

'He assaulted me as I was doing him a kindness. Smacked my backside,' I answered. James spun me around and held me by my shoulders.

'A well-respected man would never treat a woman like that,' he gasped. 'You did the world a service in killing that animal.'

'I know,' I grinned.

'A well-respected man treats women like this,' James said lowly, pulling me in close. His lips met mine tenderly. I backed up to rest my body on the wall. We made out passionately. With his body pressed up against mine, I could feel a bulge grow in his trousers. He peppered his lips along my collarbones and breasts. I shrugged the cardigan I was wearing off my arms.

While James continued to kiss every square inch of exposed skin on my upper body, my hands wandered to the hook and zipper on his pants. I undid each and let the fabric slide smoothly off his legs. His briefs exposed just how turned on he was. I tugged his underpants off, letting his erection spring loose.

He wasted no time and tore my panties off from under my skirt, then proceeded to hoist me up the wall. He sat me on his dick. The length went in roughly. I gasped at how deep it truly went. His strong arms held me against the cold wall as he fucked me senseless.

James came inside me within minutes. My back arched as I felt his hot load spill into me. He grunted and whimpered, breathing raggedly. He slid out of me and guided me back onto the ground carefully, before tugging his pants back on. I smoothed my skirt down and cleared my throat.

'You have no idea how much of a revelation that was, Y/N. My little hummingbird...killing people.' James grabbed my face in both of his hands. 'Now, that was just the appetizer,' he growled. 'We must venture upstairs for the main course.'

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I'm watching Hotel right now and man I missed James so much. That sexy bastard.

[saintlucretia]

Me giggling and watching my villainous husband from my corner of the room:

[ev4npeterslover]

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

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

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

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

“Wait what do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He just smirked

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

You could feel that he was close too.

“Cum inside me mr. March” you moaned

“Always my dear”

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

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

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

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[marchsfreakshow]

Opium And Monique Gibeau {James Patrick March x Reader}

It's 1938. You've been having to do sex work in the dark, until one client takes you to The Hotel Cortez.

Suggestive, so -18 proceed with caution.

Warnings: implied smut, general death warnings of blood, knives and such.

Inspired by "Noel's Lament" from Ride The Cyclone. Also 2.6k words this time, v proud of myself<3

Your perspective

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I was holding a small, brown bag in one hand, walking down a street with a cigarette in another hand. The streets were dusty and damp, and a homeless person in every other building. Street lamps dimly lit the Los Angeles roads, cars passing by to and fro. They were full colours of blue, black and white. Greys filled the car's shadows.

The tall buildings all looked the same. Meters tall, symmetrical windows, the darkness looming over them. Coughing, muttering, tiny breaths and sneezing went past me as I ventured into Los Angeles. They distracted me as I thought about the request the stranger gave to me. Throwing my cigarette on the floor, I opened my bag and took hold of the letter.

It read;

"Come meet in The Hotel Cortez. 10 pm, on October 30th. You will have to find the room.

Explore the Hotel all night if you must. I know it will cost extra, but I will be willing to pay more for the mystery of finding me.

-??"

Every read-over made me so intrigued that I did not notice where I was walking. I bumped into a man and almost fell. Luckily, he grabbed my arms and pulled me up, our eyes meeting immediately. There was no light there like a murder had just been committed. It was almost attractive, but the client needed me. "Excuse me! I am so sorry." He just nodded.

"Where are you going, sweetheart?" He smiled and held out my letter. I raised an eyebrow and stuffed the letter in my bag, in turn grabbing my lipstick and applying it as I walked in front of him. "You seem in a rush." He mentioned.

"The Hotel Cortez." Immediately, he took my hand and rushed me for about 5 minutes. Everything in my peripheral vision became blurry as I ran. God, I hate heels. Soon enough, he stopped and I held onto my head, as the rush stopped, and a headache formed everywhere.

The doors became gold as my vision cleared, but the mysterious man had gone. People were back to rushing to and fro, not even muttering 'excuse mes' to each other. It disgusted me. Sure I was a whore, but at least I had manners. However, I took a deep breath and opened one of the doors, a lavish hotel appeared before me.

It was breathtaking. Still, I wondered who wanted to meet me here. Everything almost overwhelmed me. Straightening my posture, I walked up to the reception and rang the bell. I rang, rang and waited for what felt like hours. No one appeared. 'How disappointing' I thought, staring up at the two stairs.

Slowly, I made my way up the staircase, seeing a bar before me. Lots of whiskey it seems. It took up a lot of the second level and added nothing but mystery to the hotel I was called to. October 30th. A day before All Hallows Eve. Not even a decoration, which was quite boring. The glum aura of the hotel only got deeper as I roamed the long, windy halls.

The walls all looked the same and never changed. Elevators on one of the walls. The doors also looked the same. Numbers kept going up. My heels were feeling like hell, so I stopped by a door, and took my heels off, immediately feeling relief. Thankfully, that wasn't the door I was looking for. At least I hoped. So I carried on walking around the halls. I felt crazy, wandering and roaming the empty halls, small sounds coming out of every single dark red door. Before an open door came into my eyes. I stopped next to it and peeked my head through.

What stood there was a lush, velvet room. Dark green filled the floor and carpets. Small tables held alcohol, snacks, cigarettes and more. The bed was bigger than I had ever imagined. It almost looked royal, and I had a suspicion, this was the room.

But what took my attention was a man. He stood around 6 feet. The suit was navy and looked freshly pressed. The shoes were a sharp black, but shiny. As I looked him up, I saw his face. Handsome, with a small moustache, and slicked-back hair. But his eyes made me realise something. This was James Patrick March. But, he was dead. He died 8 years ago. It shocked me, and by accident, I dropped my heels, which made him snap his head around. "Ah! You're here." He just smiled. His smile was attractive, but I stood there in shock.

Very quickly, I brought myself back, and put my heels on. "Are you the writer of this letter?" I asked, holding it up out of my bag. He walked towards me, and grabbed it, immediately reading it.

"Yes, indeed I did."

"But sir, with respect, you are James Patrick March. You should be dead. Did you fake the suicide?" I asked, crossing my arms. He seemed to admire my shape. He looked at me like he was about to make me a new person.

"You are correct in the fact that I should be dead my dear Y/N. However, I am indeed dead." He smiled at me, offering his hand to me. I took his hand in mine, and he led me in, closing the door behind us. We made eye contact, and it never broke. Questions I wanted to ask, ran past my thoughts. But our silence was kept as James sat me down. The bed was just as soft as I hoped, and he went to the table, picking up a drink. "Absinthe. Have some."

"Absinthe?"

"Well yes." He held it out to me, so I took it, not wanting to make him upset. Keeping, almost, harsh eye contact with him, would kill him to soften his gaze as I stopped the gross liquid down my throat. It burned like the Opium someone had me take.

It seemed I started to sell my love for that drug. It kept me sane as I dressed in black which only hit my lower thigh, the fishnets ripped in places I didn't know. And I always wear dark heels always. Kitten heels, but tonight I decided to make them taller. Makeup was quiet on my face, but it was there. James took it all in, and I stood up, my bag now on the bed. "James. If you are a ghost, why can I touch you?" I asked, confidently placing a hand on his shoulder, attempting to make this whole experience quicker.

"Ghosts can interact with the living in this hotel, and this hotel only." He responded, taking the drink from my hand and simply placing a finger under my chin.

"Does it feel different? To do it with a living human?"

"I have not yet experienced that. That's why you are here yes?" Without thinking, I nodded. Something drew me to him. But I couldn't tell what it was. He was a serial killer, a madman. So I took his arms, brought him to the bed, and then slowly undid the buttons on his blazer. "Take your time dear, don't rush it." He smiled, starting to kiss me, the taste of absinthe finding my throat once again.

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The morning came, and I awoke slowly, barely any light came through the window. The room was still glum, and velvety. A man came in holding some food and smiled at me. "Y/N. You are awake." Clearly, I wasn't looking great, since I saw mascara smeared on my fingers. But I smiled either way. "I had someone make you breakfast before you left."

"Well, that isn't what you asked unless you're willing to add more to my pay." A smirked curled my lips. I took the breakfast anyway and snarfed down every bite. James was, a rough customer. Nothing like I hadn't seen before.

"I can and will pay you every single penny I own if you're happy with being here." A slight sarcastic twinge began the sentence, but he smiled at me, watching me eat the food like it was my last meal.

I took the napkin and cleaned my face with it before pushing the tray away. James was just watching me as I got up and dressed myself again, It felt good, people would always watch me. I was like Monique Gibeau to people, a classic whore in France who 'helped' soldiers. "James?" I asked, walking up to him. He looked enamoured with me, rookie mistake.

"Yes, my dear?"

"120 dollars. Including breakfast."

He raised an eyebrow at me. The time disappeared. It suddenly meant nothing anymore. Eyes staring at each other. I fell to my knees and heard the fishnets graze against the lush floor. Why couldn't I look around? James, like the bitch he was, started to leave. "James! James please." I croaked out.

"Whores die as whores." I felt crazy, and the sweet, dark black washed over me, I couldn't think anymore, and James had left me to burn out.

Soon enough, though, I brought myself up. Confused, I looked around until my eyes went to the floor. A knife. It was a shiny knife. When I picked it up, a drop of deep red blood fell from it and I stared, holding it. Who's blood was this?! But I dropped it as someone came in. She was dressed as a maid and had scruffy hair. "Has James not yet cleaned the knife? Oh dear. Well, the sheets are clean, that's all that matters." She smiled at me, and I elicited a small chuckle as a response.

"Um, would you mind telling me what happened here? It feels like I woke up from a horrible dream.."

"He killed you. That should be obvious enough."

Could my hands shake now I was dead? Apparently, so, I felt shaky, and I sat myself on the wall by a window. Everything felt off now. Not like I had any next of kin that would feel bad for me, but, I still felt like I was hurting someone. The woman left though, not even a sorry leaving her lips. I felt like I was going to explode. I'm dead? Why? I couldn't remember anything at all.

I heard nothing in my ears, and my heart wasn't beating, but it seemed like I was breathing. Still confused and scared, I roamed my own hands over my body, no scars. No stab wounds. What the fuck was happening?! I was still wearing the short, black dress with everything else. Suddenly I felt humbled. I felt humbled by the fact that I wasted my life being a prostitute in 1938. It wasn't right but it wasn't wrong either. Wasted it, with the drugs, and the various people. Men, women, freaks. Who fucking cared.

Sobbing, I stayed in that room for hours. James soon came back in and looked down at me. Literally and figuratively. "Did you fucking call me in just to kill me?"

He hummed and that was it. "Maybe it was because I wanted you forever hm? And so I can make you a better person. You are too beautiful to be working like that."

"I'm flattered," I said flatly, taking off my heels and not making eye contact with him. "Fine, if I'm stuck here where is a spare room."

"You will stay here with me."

"Like hell, I will."

He sneered at me. "You have a roof over your head, you have food at your disposal, alcohol, cigarettes! You have everything now at your fingertips, how can you not be satisfied with that!?"

"Because you fucking killed me!!" I stood up and prodded his chest with my finger, beginning to walk out, grabbing my purse in the meantime.

I felt his eyes on me as I walked out of the room.

Time passed quicker in this hotel once you were dead it seemed. I was always roaming the halls, soliciting people for fun. I never had a thirst for blood like the others. I walked past James one evening, a tension created around us as we made eye contact. A sexual tension that I didn't feel with anyone else who thought they were high and mighty. "Y/N. Let me make everything up to you. Dinner. Tonight in my room."

I raised an eyebrow at him as I leaned against a wall. He just smiled at me confidently, Well he was cute I will give him that. "Do I have to wear my heels?"

His smile just widened. "You can wear as much or as little as you like. Steal from a guest if you want." James then quickly kissed my cheek and walked off in the opposite direction of me. I didn't mind watching him walk away, but I shook that out of my mind and made my way to another door, knocking swiftly on it.

A pretty woman opened the door and I smiled at her. "Good morning! I was wondering if I could come in and have a talk? I'm a bit lonely here.." I put on my quiet shy persona, and she just smiled warmly.

"Of course my little mouse." She truly was beautiful as she smiled, her blonde hair was in a top bun, and she was wearing a white, low-cut dress to the floor.

--

"James?"

"You look so beautiful my dear." I smiled and he held my hand as he walked me in. "The dress looks so familiar to me."

"I met with a lovely woman called Elizabeth, She has long blonde hair, and she told me she's married to you, but it's an open marriage." I just giggled and sat on a chair opposite James. He grinned and nodded.

"Of course, it was my darling Countess. She is truly wonderous. She must have smelt me on you and took you in."

"Like, your cologne?"

He nodded as the maid walked in with some plates and placed them on the table I was sitting in front of. Everything looked fit for royalty, and I couldn't see myself eating any of this. "My dear please eat this. Miss Evers made it all for you to enjoy. You deserve nothing but the best food."

The candles entranced me, and I was staring at the flames, moving and burning. Everything in this hotel made me feel like I didn't belong here. The small roast was in front of me, and it didn't feel right to take a slice. "Hummingbird why don't you take some food and eat up. You haven't eaten anything since I gave you Breakfast."

"This... James. It's so much. I haven't had this much food in front of me. Let alone a whole roast! It's... overwhelming."

James got up and kneeled next to me. His eyes were soft. He never had that look on his face before. "Oh my darling, how about I give you a small forkful, and we can go from there?" He asked, putting some food on my own plate. It felt like I was a child, but it worked. No one dared enter now, otherwise, I had to die another time. Smells flooded me. Slowly, James took a fork and put some of the food on it, reaching for me. "Come on my dear, let me help you eat." As embarrassing as it felt, he helped me eat. Eating this much wasn't normal, and I avoided James' worried gaze.

We finished our food after about 20 minutes and I smiled to myself, happy that I had eaten something. "Do you feel better now my dear?"

"Yes, I do. Thank you James." He held my hands and pulled me up gently. "I feel so tired now.." The silent tension was replaced with just a comfortable silence as he held me.

"Let's get you to your bed then hm?" I nodded in response, and he kissed me, which felt odd, but nice. A genuine kiss, not a kiss that my clients had nothing behind it.

"That sounds nice James. Thank you."

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[sadgirlbaby]

Hiiii, maybe this is a little odd buuut can i request a sub!jpm x dom!reader?? Thaaanks 💖

sorry if this took me so long but as I said in the last post I have been sick

"WILL YOU BE MRS MARCH?" - sub!james x dom!fem!reader (smut)

CW: cussing, explict sexual speaking, dirty talk, pussy licking, nipple sucking, p in v penetration, begging (james), cumming

PROLOGUE: you were a vampire and you had replaced the countess since she didn't want to lead as she used to. elizabeth felt mortified after her death so you took over her place, her room and even her habits. james was absolutely mesmerized by this so you definitely caught his attention.

SUMMARY: james visited you in your room and unexpectedly fell in love with you.

"come in" you said as you heard someone knocking at your room door.

you were peacefully enjoying wine, sat on your luxury couch and wearing your favorite silk dress.

you lifted your head and saw the big doors opening and revealing a male figure entering.

"I just killed the man you asked me to kill" james said to you. you had commissioned him to kill your ex boyfriend, he had cheated on you and since you were the fucking countess now, you decided to let him pay for what he had done.

"well done" you calmly said.

james slowly walked towards the couch you were sitting on and looked at you.

"why did you want me to do it?" he asked.

"my dear, killing a man like him means dirtying your own hands of shit"

"was he a piece of shit?"

"absolutely." you sharply answered.

"did he treat you bad? like, you knew each other?" he asked. his facial expression became more worried.

"I don't talk about my past." you said and stood up to take another glass of wine.

"would you like to join me, mr march?" you asked him. it was kinda sexy the way you said that which made james accepting instantly.

"take a sit" you invited mr march to sit next to you and so he did.

"you look gourgeous, miss y/l/n" he unexpectedly said.

you gave him a glass of red wine and acted like he didn't say anything. after about two minutes of awkward silence, he spoke - "perhaps it's the dress... or the hair or the makeup... but you are beautiful, my dear...".

you stopped drinking and turned your head to look at james. he suddenly moved his hand and placed it on yours. you jolted at the touch and your eyes widened as james kissed your lips. the hand that first touched yours moved to your cheek caressing it, meanwhile the other hand rested on your hip. he had such a firm grip.

it was quite shocking for you until you realized how good that kiss was. maybe james was just a good kisser, but you felt a bunch of butterflies filling your stomach.

you ended the contact and looked into james's eyes. "I fell in love with you" james said. he suddenly stood up and kneeled in front of you. he took your hands and spoke - "I need you to ride me" he whimpered.

you looked at him and slowly brought his hands under your dress. "earn me" you sexily said to turn him on.

james gasped as you made him touch your entrance. "take my panties off" you whispered into his ear.

he didn't hesitate and immediately did so without breaking the eye contact.

once he took them off, he opened your legs wider revealing your cunt to his eyes. he looked breathless and immediately dived inside.

you moaned as his tongue touched your clit and you almost closed your legs because of the sudden pleasure.

you started moving under his touch and grabbed a handful of his hair. james licked it faster so that you could cum quickly into his mouth.

your waist was moving in sync with his tongue movements and you were definitely enjoying every second of that.

"I-I'm c-cumming..." you moaned. james did not answer you, he just didn't take his mouth off you but he kept licking your pussy instead. he understood that you were about to release so he added two fingers into you.

this move made you cry out and instantly cum all over his fingers and tongue.

"you taste delicious" he commented while savouring your liquid. he stood up and impatienty kissed you making you taste yourself too.

"did I earn you now?" he asked whimpering a bit. you could see his desire in his eyes to get fucked by you.

"yes... you did" you said still breathless for the orgasm you just had before. you stood up and took james's suit off and then you pulled his boxer down. you pushed him on your couch and placed yourself on him.

james looked at you from the bottom and had his hands on your hips. you took his face and roughly kissed his lips, making this kiss the most beautiful one you've ever had.

you smooched on the couch for a while until the sound of your lips smacking ceased. you had put his hard cock inside your entrance making gasp both of you at the same time.

james's grip got stronger on your hips and he leaned his head back in overexcitement.

"oh my god darling... faster..." he whined. you didn't listen to him and kept thrusting very slowly but harshly at the same time.

"oh... fuck..." he groaned. "please... please go faster..." he begged you driving you with his hands to make you bounce faster.

"I-I'm cumming..." he warned you but you immediately slowed down. "not yet baby" you said to him smirking.

you decided to have mercy on that poor man so you increaed the speed of your thrusts but you wanted to hear him beg for you anyway.

you took your dress off exposing your breasts because you were wearing no bra before. james widened his eyes and immediately grabbed one of your breast in his hand. he bended over and put the other nipple into his mouth so you were forced to lean your head back in excitement.

"don't stop darling... d-don't stop" he whimpered.

"cum for me" you said and james let himself cum releasing his seed and coating your walls. his cum leaked out a bit but you didn't dirty much.

"will you be mrs march?" james asked you.

"I'll think about it" you said smirking and making smirk him too.

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[marchswifey]

Perhaps

JPM x fem reader • 1.4k words

a/n: Hello! this his is my first fic so it sucks really bad, english is not my first language so i apologize for any mistake. I hope it didn’t turn out too cringe :) If you want to give me tips, please i need some!!

Warnings: fluff, sex, use of the word daddy, reader being childish

"Perhaps dear…"

Yet again, the response that he gives everytime you ask if he has the same feelings as you.

You met james a month ago when you first checked in at the Hotel Cortez. The first night you went to the bar and while you were talking with the bartender, Liz, a man wearing pinstripe suit with a thin mustache, 20s style walked to the counter and offered you a drink while complimenting your ravishing beauty.

Of course it ended with you both naked on his luxury room. His first plan was to murder you like he always does with his victims, but something about you stopped him from taking away your life, neither he knows if that’s your beauty or the way you two spent the night in a way he had never experienced, not even with the Countess. The sure thing is that you've captured his attention not just for a sex and murder evening.

And here you are, in his room, turned deflated to your side of the bed wondering for the million time why he always avoid to say the words that you want to hear so badly from him.

He notices your upset behavior and takes a small strand of your hair playing idly with it "Sweetness, what makes you so upset hm?" His deep brown eyes look right at your gloomy face waiting for your reply, while keeping his signature warm and charming smile you have fallen for months ago at the bar. "What's wrong?" he continues.

You don't move from your position still facing away from him "I'm tired" you simply say, James lights his cigar before putting a hand on your bare shoulder "That makes the two of us, eh darling?" he sighs "Why don't we rest together so i can caress that pretty hairs of yours" seeing you still silent he chuckles at your childish behavior before pulling you to his chest with one hand on your hair and the other on the cigar that he smokes in the mean time "Ah that's better".

The next morning you wake up alone in your room, you look around for James without managing to find him so you stand up and head to the shower. Later that day you hear a knock on your door, you walk towards it and once you open it James with a beautiful bouquet of flower shows up "My darling, i noticed something that bothered you last night so i asked Liz to find me the most gorgeous blue orchids she could find, your favorites, in hope to make you feel better" you move away from the door letting him in "you shouldn't have bothered" you say dryly.

"Oh I know how much you love orchids my lady, even more than red roses" he takes a look at you, he is able to tell how much you are upset, his hand cupping your cheek

"What's troubling you my lady? I promise I'll solve whatever it is" he looks very serious, no charming smile on his face now "You know what upset me" your voice sounds bitter.

"Dear, i'm a ghost but i can't read minds" His hand leaves your cheek and goes to your hips, playing with the end of the dress that you're wearing "Tell me" you sigh "You don't love me"

He stays silent for a second then chuckles raising a eyebrow "Oh, why would you think that?"

"For you it's just a 'perhaps' everytime i ask you" you sit on the bed sadly.

His eyes soften and he lets go of your hips. He sits next to you kissing your shoulder. "You're being too sensitive darling. is that what you're worried about? a word?"

"Am i not good enough for you? Maybe i'm not like the girls you were used to court in the 20s, or maybe i'm not like your beautiful wife or whatever she is for you. Sometimes i wonder why you didn’t kill me in the first place" you vent, he immediately shake his head in disbelief

"Oh, no my sweet, what a silly girl you are. You are more than enough for me, you are my universe, the way you make me feel...I haven't felt that way in more than 50 years, please darling don't be upset by this nonsense" he lowers his head, and keeps it like that for a minute, then he looks up at you, he puts one of his hands on your thigh while the other one touches your cheek "I adore you, you're adorable and you have a body that would make Picasso cry of joy" He lean your face closer to his and kisses you with his hungry lips. "Would you find it in your heart to forgive me for not expressing my feelings earlier, my sweet?" he waits for an answer while looking into your eyes lovingly. Hearing his sweet words your heart melts making you smile slightly "Of course James, that was a bit childish of me"

He kisses the tip of your nose happy to hear the words of forgiveness and squeezes you tighter like he is afraid of you pushing him away, "There it is. That's the beautiful smile that I love so much. Come here, my darling." He pulls you onto his lap, holding you tightly as you hide your face in his chest "So you love me?" you ask jovially "Yes darling" his warm comforting voice with his brahmin accent resounds in your ear "I truly love you more than anything on this planet."

He holds you firmly and lovingly, he then says "Now, you will stop pouting and listen to daddy" He chuckles as he gives you little pecks on your forehead while caressing your back, his fingers running down your waist. "My sweet.." he moves his hands from your waist to your thighs leaning in and starting to kiss you passionately

His kisses go down towards your neck finding the perfect spot to tease and he whispers "I think you have a sensitive spot here..." you let out a whimper as he sucks on your neck he runs his fingers over your ass, squeezing slightly before moving them down to your thighs

His fingers move down further, tracing over your inner thigh and brushing against your panties chuckling as he feels you moving your hips against his fingers. "So sweet and responsive darling..." his hand slips into your panties, finding your core and circling his finger around it. "Yes, I can feel how much you want me dear" his finger strokes against your clit, teasing it while you whimper frustrated wanting more

"Aw you don't like being teased, sweet thing? I guess we'll have to move straight forward then" he push you onto the soft sheets raising up your dress sliding it out of your body and then kneels between your legs, pulling off your panties and tossing them aside. His hands trace up your thighs, caressing your skin hungrily.

He takes your hard sensitive nipple between his lips, suckling it as two fingers slide inside you, moving in and out of your wetness making you moan loudly.

"Do you like that, my precious one?" you let out a loud moan as a response, James smirks down at you enjoying the look of desire on your face as he leans down to kiss you. You feel his body hover over yours as he quickly undoes his trousers and underwear, positioning himself at your entrance.

His eyes are locked on yours as he begins to move back and forth inside your wet folds. After a few minutes James grunts quietly, feeling his climax approaching quickly as he pushes inside you, feeling you tightening around him as you cum all over his dick. He lets out a deep moan, his seed spilling inside you as he gasps for such an intense orgasm, then he falls in the bed next to you.

"That was incredible," you roll over laying on his chest, he smiles down at you, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. "I love you, my goddess"

The lights of the Cortez are dimmed and you slowly fall asleep tenderly in his arms.

[darkkissx]

Not made for one another.

jpm x fem!reader

warnings; adultery, mentions of murder, angst, toxic relationships, mentions of sex.

a/n: this is kinda short; but I was in an angsty mood lmaoo

now playing: drunk walk home -mitski

It wasn’t always this way. He used to show you off, buy you fancy gifts and dresses; declare his un-denying love to you whenever you were sad. But you blinked and it was all gone. In a quick breath, a small flicker of light; he was no longer yours.

He used to make sweet, passionate, sometimes rough; depending on his mood, love to you almost each night; until he stopped. He was gone every night, leaving you alone in the quiet room that echoed of your sobs and sniffles. He would return, reeking of another woman’s expensive perfume, that often times matched the scent of the countess during the rare times you would see her.

It made you go crazy, the feeling of sadness quickly replaced by the bitter feelings of hatred and disgust. You wanted to slap him, tie him down and stab him repeatedly until you could no longer feel your arms. But you couldn’t; you still loved him. And a small, tiny part of you knew that. No matter how much you tried to ignore it. You loved James, and you always would.

You sat in bed, the pale moonlight shining down on you; enhancing your features mildly and giving your skin a ghostly hue.

A familiar voice that you had grown to despise, ripped the thoughts from your head. They were pushed to the back of your mind as you raised a brow.

“James? What are you doing here? You usually fraternize with Elizabeth for a lot longer.” You spoke viciously, your eyes that once held love and adoration replaced with despise and untrust.

“Whatever are you talking about, dearest?” The old-timey man in front of you with a thick accent raised an amused brow. His dead, cold eyes now holding amusement and cruelty.

“Did you think I wouldn’t figure it out?” You spoke, a slight shake in your voice as you stood up from the bed in which James once held you affectionately.

“Figure out what?” His face was unreadable, yet he faked cluelessness as he talked with you.

“Your little love affair with the countess!” You breathed out, crossing your arms and sending a glare towards the man.

He raised a brow once more, as he stared down at you. You wanted to shrink away, to hide. His strong gaze made your knees buckle, feeling vulnerable; but you stood your ground, staring back into his unloving eyes.

“Tell me now, do you love me; or her.” You spoke finally, awaiting his response as anxiety creeped up your spine.

He didn’t respond, keeping a tight hold on his cane; normally used as a weapon, which gave you just the answer you were suspecting. With a huff, you whipped around, reaching under the bed and grabbing your long ago discarded suitcase.

“What are you doing?” He asked in amusement, as if this were a game to him.

“I can no longer share a roof with a man whose heart belongs to another.” You spoke, throwing all of your belongings into the black suitcase; only tossing in a few things James had gifted to you.

He didn’t respond, he just watched as you ran around; collecting all of your things.

You zipped your suitcase closed, grabbing it and offering him a glare; before storming out of the hotel room.

You stomped down the hallway, tears building in your eyes, each emotion you were feeling playing a part.

You walked up to Liz sadly. “Hey Liz..” you mumbled, you voice breaking sadly. You allowed yourself to be vulnerable in front of her; since she was one of the only nice people in this hell hole trapped with unloving souls.

“Hey honey, what happened?” She asked, concerned grazing her features as she glanced between you and your suitcase.

“I’m leaving. For good, this time.” You spoke, your voice raspy and dry; from the cries you had choked out earlier. “James no longer loves me, and I refuse to sit by and watch him be head over heels for another woman.” You admitted, a sorrow filled expression lying atop of your features.

Liz nodded slowly, taking your hand in hers. “I’m proud of you, honey. And you can always stop by and come see me; I’ll keep James and Elizabeth away.” She furrowed her brows, the ghost of a comforting smile representing itself in her face.

“Thank you Liz, goodbye.” You offered a heart broken smile, as you turned and walked out of the large hotel.

You felt the eyes of your past lover burn a hole into the back of your head through the window, as you abandoned the sinister place you had once called home.

[demxnicprxncess]

idk if requests r still open but i have a request inspired by a dream i just had— could you writing something where reader and JPM are accomplices in his “work” and you’ve always been close but it’s seemingly platonic, then when u finally get caught one of you confesses they’ve always loved the other n maybe kiss hehe <3

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"Secrets” James March x FEM!Reader

warnings: noneeeeee

The countess had stood him up for dinner. He was torn apart; he wouldn’t let anyone know but he was. I had walked in to help him clean up and decided to spark a conversation. “Do you remember when you killed me, James?” He looked at me and smiled slightly. “Of course. Just three days before I had killed myself.” I chuckled softly, “I thought you needed a dancer for your hotel and next thing you know I had a bullet hole in my stomach.” He once again smiled “you know, (name) you still look ravishing in those dresses you wore and wear.” I smiled at him still picking up the plates, “As do you James.” He continued cleaning with me until he held up the champaign he had brought for the dinner. “Let’s drink.” I smiled and nodded before sitting beside him on the floor careful not to wrinkle my dress as it was quite expensive, and they just do not make dresses as they once did. After downing the whole bottle between the two of us I was rather tipsy. “James, dear do you remember when you kissed Ms. Evers?” He chuckled softly, “Yes, yes, I do. However, I would much prefer that memory be with someone else.” I chuckled softly before looking at him. “If I do say so, Mr. March you are absolutely one of the most, handsomest men I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting sight with.” He smiled before leaning forward pushing my dyed (or natural) black hair behind my ear. “You’re stunning.” I leaned into his touch shutting my eyes before I felt him kiss me. I kissed back of course; I had felt him pull back. “I’ve always wanted to try that on you dear.” I smiled at him. “I love you James I really do.” He kissed me again running his fingers through my hair. We ended the night slow dancing to his favorite songs and soaking in our love for each other before going to sleep.