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hi can I request a " how the Evans masturbate" especially Kai Anderson please? thank you ☺️

Ou okay imma try this! hope you like it babyyy

How the Evans Masturbate:

Evan Peters:

I feel like he doesn’t typically touch himself, but when he does, it’s just pretty mellow. Like he kinda sits down and realizes his boner isn’t going away so he handles it quickly. 

Tate Langdon: 

Dont get me started, he whines, whimpers, moans, and is really horny. He tends to moan out the word mommy or momma quit a few times. Its quite cute if you take away the fact that hes jerking off idk.

Kit Walker: 

He doesnt have to touch himself, but the few times he does, hes in bed under the blanket and moving as he would in his wife and thats all he thinks about. I feel like he moans as low and as little as possible. There’s no way you can convince me otherwise. 

James March:

He doesnt. He just fucking doesn’t. I dont care what anyone says to me, this man has women dying to fuck him, literally. (Ms. Evers Im looking at you.) But yeah, he doesnt do it. He sees it as stupid when he can just seduce any woman in the hotel.

Kai Anderson: 

Not that much tbh, I feel like he does it for humiliation, to prove a point, to spill his cum on someone, or if he’s 100% sure no one would walk in and catch him being needy. He doesn’t need to though because men and women in his shithole cult are willing to give it all to him. (Meadow.) 

Alex (Adult world):

He doesn’t. After working in a porn shop he kinda mastered not doing anything and letting it go away naturally idk. But if he did it would be mutual with his gf tbh.

Peter Maximoff:

yes. thats all imma say. with his partner, in the shower, in his room, in the bathroom, in their room, without his partner. it doesnt matter, hes gonna do it tbh hes loud too.

hiii, could I request “how the evans would ask/react to roadhead”? ty!

coming right up.

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Warnings: isnt it obvious that its just flat out nsfw?

How the Evans, ask, and react, to the reader giving them road head.

Tate Langdon:

How he asks: It would start out as a joke, like he'd be singing a song that you'd call ass, and he would glare at you and reply with something along the lines of "suck my dick" because he's a sassy bitch. And you'd be like "We're in a damn car" just continuing with the joke but then he'd use one hand to unbutton and unzip his pants before saying something stupid like, "So? You shouldn't starve yourself."

How he reacts: He whines, grips your hair, and forces you down even more, yeah, all that good stuff. But I also feel like he'd run some red lights and even stop signs, whilst stopping at green lights, he would possibly even almost crash. So :/. The first-time you guys tried it was also the last time because you didn't want to die giving him head in a fucking car.

Kit Walker:

How he asks: He doesn't, it wasn't his idea. It was just a long ride, and he was tired, so you decided to get his blood flowing by giving him head. He'd instinctively ask what the literal fuck you were doing, and you'd be like "Keeping you awake." No more questions would be asked; However, he would want to pull over, but you'd tell him no.

How he'd react: Sketchy as fuck. Like he'd be looking around all scared that anyone would see you guys, even if you were driving. Would take time at red lights to either grip your hair or even place a hand on your boobs. He would offer once again to pull over and you hum nos against his dick driving him absolutely insane. As he's about to cum he pulls you up, and either you're at your destination or in some alley, he fucks you in the backseat. However, if you are at you r house for the destination, he fucks you in your guy's bed.

Kyle Spencer (pre-death)

How he asks: He seen it in a porn video and wanted to try one day. He was absolutely horny and couldn't do anything while driving so he kind of hinted at the idea, not fully asking. Something much like, "Hey babe my friend sent me this video... well the dude was getting something called 'road head'", he sucked at trying to drop hints, because he sounded lowkey desperate. "Okay and?" you'd reply forcing him to ask. "Can we try it? I mean if you don't want to, we don't have t-" He'd be stopped because you were already pulling his dick out of his pants.

How he reacts: He swears up and down he looked so fucking cool. He didn't. He was a whiney baby, and when he was going to cum, he had to pull over. Which he would kiss you, you'd crawl into his lap and boom. You guys are having sex in a damn Mc Donalds parking lot. Hope you're proud of yourselves.

Jimmy Darling:

How he'd ask: You'd beg him to drive your car, since it was too cold, and he said only if you'd give him head while he drove. Which you did because why not.

How he'd react: Praise, degrade, degrade and praise again and again in that order. "Fuck, you're so good with your little mouth." and then, "Fuck you're such a whore for me hm?", and then my favorite, "Such a good mouth on a slut. I fucking love you." In the end yall would make out and he'd drive you to where you needed to go after car sex, when your done with your business, more car sex. When you get to camp sex in the caravan. SEX, SEX, SEX, that's how road head goes with our darling boy Jimmy Neutron.

I will do part two with Kai, James, Alex, and Peter tmr guys im tired :/

well i was thinking about virgin reader (she’s like in her middle 20s but she never had sex) so march/kai goes feral thinking he’s the first so he goes rougher and rougher on her while she keeps on pretending she doesn’t want it but she’s craving it (sorry english is not my first language lol)

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Warning: Double Penetration, double cream-pie, Kai Anderson, anal, nasty sex

Virgin| Kai Anderson x FEM!Reader x James March

I arrived at the hotel my Divine Ruler had sent me to, The Cortez, he had convinced me that it would be a wonderful place to lose my virginity at. I was completely confused and protested that I wasn't a virgin and he smirked at me. After getting my key from a bored woman I was led to my room by another woman. On the other side of the door, I heard another man talking to what I only assumed was Kai. "Splendid idea." I opened the door and seen a man who looked to lost in a time capsule from 100 years ago. It kinda turned me on, but then I noticed my Divine Ruler, shirtless. His body hand crafted by the angels that sent him to this world to deliver the words of grace. "So, this is the beauty I'll be helping to remove the purity of?" Kai shifted his gaze from me to the man and nodded before finally speaking up, "(Name) this is James. James this is (Name)." I looked at the man now named with James. "Hello James..." I reached my hand out and he shook it, his touch freezing cold as if he were dead. "Ever had the pleasure of meeting a dead man dear?" I looked at him and laughed at his obvious joke making him give me a look. "Now, now, it's not polite to laugh in the face of men now is it bunny?" I looked at Kai now confused. "Wait what?" James intervened, "I'm James March dear." My eyes widened as I looked at him in amazement. This was actually fucking cool as hell, my favorite murderer and my favorite man in one room. "Okay so what are we doing?" Kai only gave me a menacing smile.

I have to do part two cs it broke the barrier sorry guys imma get up as soon as this one is up i swear

Edit: Nevermind. it deleted the whole second half ima cry bro. it was over 4k words :(

Part 2

(I had to rewrite this whole thing so its not as good as the first on sorry :()

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Virgin| Kai Anderson x FEM!Reader x James March| Part two

Part one

I felt Kai come around behind me and kiss my neck, his stubble leaving proof it was him as his hands traveled to my waist and down my thighs. "Such a good girl." I heard him purr in my ear as he undid my pants and pulled them down, his slender fingers sliding between my folds and into my wet untouched hole. "My, my, Kai said you were gorgeous, but this? Stunning my dear." I felt myself blush at his words as he removed my shirt. I hadn't worn panties nor a bra as Kai requested that that be how I arrived at the hotel. James' lips attached themselves to my overly sensitive nipples leaving my mewling in absolute pleasure. Kai removed his fingers from me making my knees buckle and I whine. James tapped his fingers on my throbbing clit two times. "My, my, I must say she's quite responsive." I whined out at his mere taps. "Very responsive." I watched as both James and Kai stripped themselves leaving me to stare at them in awe. Kai laid down and motioned for me to sit in his lap, I walked over to him cautiously before lining him up at my entrance. "Kai, I'm scared..." I felt him slide a hand up my back and pull my hair making my head snap back. "Good. Fear is Truth. Remember?" I nodded as best as I could in the situation. I felt him thrust up into me making me yelp. His hands now snaking down to my ass before pulling them apart. I had wondered why he did it but then remembered James, I felt a cold liquid slide down my crack making me shudder, the cold replaced with pain as James slammed himself into my asshole making me shout and cling to Kai. "You're rather tight... I expect that to be on both ends huh Kai?" Kai chuckled and nodded before thrusting in while James thrusted out so I would never be empty, feeling myself be used by the two men never made me feel and sorrow. Rather love and need. Kai smacked my ass while James pulled my hair and spit into my mouth. "Look at you, creaming on my cock and bleeding on me baby." I felt myself nearing and let the electric feeling orgasm shock my body head to toes. "Oh baby, you're so fucking cute when you cum." I heard James's chuckle before scooping up my mixture of cum, blood, and arousal before taking it to his lips. "Divine." Kai smirked and thrusted harder alongside James. I felt my body fall down onto Kai's as I was tired. I was overly sensitive and Kai hitting g-spot, and James' thrust refusing to stop and only increasing wasn't helping my case. "Please..." I felt a reassuring tap on my ass from Kai. "Shut up." James snatched my head back placing his lips on mine thrusting harder and faster making me near my peak again, screaming, moaning, and whining as I reached it. Just as I settled my own orgasm, I felt Kai paint my inside white with his seed and James follow behind, both men letting out almost animalistic growls of pleasure. Kai lifted me off of him after James pulled-out of me. He stood up to get his clothes. "I'll be back." I nodded without a second thought before I felt James pull me closer to his face by my thighs. "I must simply taste it from the source my dear." Holy fuck I wasn't getting a break anytime soon.

heres part two..

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Can you please do honeymoon sex with James? Like for specifics shes waited till marriage to have sex and james flourishes at the idea of him not only being her first love but first fuck?

HONEYMOON SEX - james patrick march x fem!reader (smut)

CW: sex scene, explicit sexual speaking, dirty talk, pussy licking, fingering, penetration, cumming

SUMMARY (and prologue): you didn’t like having children before the marriage, nor having sex in general before the marriage. when you met james march he has always been very understanding with you so he never forced you to have sex with him (even if he really wanted to). after the marriage you and james went on honeymoon and you took advantage of the opportunity to finally have sex with your loved james.

it was 11pm and you and james were just arrived at the hotel in madrid. it was your first day of honeymoon and you couldn’t be more excited than that.

“love, I better take a shower now. I’ll be right back” you said and disappeared in the bathroom.

you took all your clothes off and got in the shower, then you took the lotion and softly started to lather your skin.

after about half an hour you finally got out of the shower and grabbed your bathrobe wrapping your wet body. you got dried and put your favorite pajamas on - it was a silk dress, short and light pink.

when you got out of the bathroom you could see james opening his eyes wider at the sexy sight of you. you made a little and short laugh and got under the blankets next to him.

you could see your strong and lustful man getting totally uncomfortable with you. “is everything okay?” you asked innocently, definitely teasing james.

he barely looked at you and mumbled a quick yes, then he grabbed a pillow and put in on himself trying to hide something.

“you have a boner down there?” you asked into his ear.

james gasped and squeezed the pillow. you noticed that and got above him. “I’m ready to do that” you said. james raised his head and laid his eyes on you.

“do what?” he knew what you meant and you deduced so because of his trembling voice.

you didn’t respond and you just kissed him. “you know james, I’ve never had a boyfriend before you” you whispered into his ear like it was a secret. as soon as you finished the sentence, james suddenly switched your positions and got onto you.

james immediately pressed his lips on yours and grabbed one of your breasts. he squeezed that making you gasp and accidentally bite his bottom lip.

“fuck…” you moaned as james took off his top part. you just looked at your husband’s perfect body and bite your lip.

“I’ve dreamed about this for so long” he confessed smirking at you. “dreams come true, don’t they?” you teased him again just to see his reaction. he lowered down on you and pulled up your dress a little bit, then he opened wider your legs and kissed your wet pinkish entrance.

“please james, please…” you whined. he didn’t hesitate at all and thrusted his tongue inside you. you laid your head on the pillow and rolled your eyes swooning.

“please… deeper…” you whimpered and grabbed the blankets with strength. james immediately inserted two of his fingers inside of you and thrusted them as deep as he could.

“james… I’m about to cum” you alerted him. “cum for me, darling” he let out a short and soft laugh in excitement.

as soon as james told you so, you just let your body do whatever it wanted. you completely abandoned yourself and released your juices onto his fingers and into his mouth.

“I’ve waited for so long and it was apparently worth it” he smirked still savoring you.

“do you… want me to fuck you?” james asked you. “yes, james. I do.” you said sharply to him.

james looked hornier, definitely. it seemed like james’s hands were shaking and he couldn’t take off his pants by himself so you stood up a little bit and started to unzip his pants. you did that slowly and sexily as you wanted him to pray to get your pussy.

“hurry… please” james whined. you just looked at him and kept undressing him slowly. you pulled down his pants and saw how big and hard his cock was, it seemed like it was about to explode at anytime. you took his boxer off and finally freed his erection.

he looked at his cock, then he looked at you and threw his head back.

james made you lay on the bed again, he took your dress off and put your legs right on his shoulders. in not a long time you felt the fullness of his dick into you and you moaned loud. “tell me if I hurt you and I’ll stop” he said before he started giving you harsh thrusts.

you felt his cock filling you perfectly, it was hurting a bit but you were actually too horny to pay attention to the pain.

“faster, james… faster” you could moan. james got surprised by your request as he knew it was your first time ever but he he didn’t question and increased the speed.

you gasped and screamed his name repeatedly. “I’m gonna cum” you said. “no… hold on a bit more… please” he replied. he was sweating and putting a big effort to give those rough thrusts. it was exhausting but very satisfying at the same time.

the thought of his dick pumping into you was making you cum easily so you tried to get yourself focused on something else to avoid cumming in that moment.

you started to think about how historic and vintage the hotel room was but as much as you tried to distract yourself, you couldn’t help ending up thinking about your terrific husband whom was fucking you in that moment.

“alright darling, cum for me… please cum, my dear” he groaned. you instantly burst into a series of exciting moans and cummed with james. his cum filled your insides ended up onto your stomach too. you just messed up all the hotel’s blankets.

“oh my god” you said while catching your breath. james stood up and went in the bathroom, then he came back with a pair of clean blankets and laid on the bed next to you. “such an unforgettable experience” he commented. he covered both of your bodies and kissed your soft lips again.

“goodnight, my dear” james said but you were already sweetly sleeping. he just looked at you a smiled at the sight of his beautiful woman.

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

request by @demxnicprxncess &lt;3

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

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Word count: 2296

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

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

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

"James?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you love me James?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It took James a moment to reply.

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

baby its sobbing right along with me atp

Ghost Of Jealousy 🫀

James Patrick March x Fem Reader

Warnings: possessive james, intercourse (p in v), oral (f receiving), titty stuff (not a lot), and fingering - I think that’s all let me know if I missed anything :)

a/n: I got the idea for this while I was listening to Ghosts by Michael Jackson lmao.

You had been staying at the Hotel Cortez for quite some time, unbeknownst to you, a certain ghostly owner by the name of James Patrick March had fallen hopelessly in love with you, following you everywhere in the hotel and always keeping a close eye on you. He forbid any of the other ghosts in the hotel to touch you as if they even as much as thought to lay a hand on you, they would suffer something far worse than death.

It was just like any other day at the hotel, James watched you as you woke up, doing your morning routine-which he had memorized at this point-everything you did looked magical to him, he was mesmerized by you.

James wanted to reveal himself to you so badly, but he was afraid you’d reject him, so until he could figure out the perfect way to show his undying love for you, he just observed you.

****

The day went by pretty quickly and you had decided to end it by sitting at the hotel’s bar. You ordered yourself a cocktail and once it was placed in front of you, you began taking small sips from it, enjoying the taste as the liquid hit your tongue. Your little ‘me time’ was soon interrupted by a man sitting down onto the bar stool right next to you, even though there were plenty of open one’s far from you. 

You looked towards him as your straw was in your mouth, his eyes never leaving your body as he ordered a drink for himself.

“Uhm, can I help you?” You asked as you looked at the man.

“I just came over here to tell you how beautiful you are. Like seriously I was entering, and you immediately caught my eye.” He said as he brought his drink to his lips.

“Oh uh, thank you.” You said as you turned towards your drink again, taking your phone out, hopefully giving the strange man a sign that you weren’t interested but he kept yapping away.

Meanwhile, James had entered the bar area of his hotel, excited to see you but his face slowly dropped as he spotted you at the bar, talking to a man that wasn’t him. Rage filled his body as the man attempted to touch your cheek, your body visibly uncomfortable by the man’s advances and although you and James weren’t anything, he was determined to make sure that the strange man seated next to you would leave you alone, as you were his and only his even if you didn’t know it yet.

James made his way over to you and before he moved past the man next to you, he made eye contact with you; you gave him a certain look, almost asking him to save you from the awkward and slightly creepy situation that you found yourself in and that was when James swooped in. 

“Ahh dearest, here you are, I was beginning to think I had lost you.” He said as he made his way to your side, placing an arm on the small of your back. 

“Oh hey honey, sorry I wanted to get a little drink before bed.” You said, playing along.

The strange dude, who you now knew as Michael, quickly moved his eyes between you and James, jealousy evident in his stare as his gaze stayed a bit too long on James. 

“And who’s this?” Michael said, his words laced with venom. 

“This is my husband.” You said as you took James’ arm into yours. 

James smiled at the physical contact, looking back at you with loving eyes. 

“Anyhow, dearest we must get to bed now.” James said as he lifted you from your seat, his arm linking with yours as he moved the two of you out of the bar. 

Once you were out, you let out a breath of relief, grateful that you were no longer in that uncomfortable situation. 

“Oh my God, thank you so much…” You trailed off, looking up at your knight in, 1920′s attire.

“Oh, the names James March.” He said as he picked your hand up and placed a kiss to the back of your palm. Your cheeks grew hot at the action, blush spreading across the apples of your cheeks.

“Well, thank you so much James, God he just wouldn’t stop talking about himself and he was wayyyyy too touchy so thanks for saving my ass. I’m Y-”

“Y/n, yes I know.” He said, finishing your sentence. Your eyebrows raised in confusion, how the hell did he know your name? And almost as if James could read your mind, he answered. 

“I own this hotel dear; I make it my business to know each and every single person’s name that enters through those doors, especially one’s as beautiful as you.” He said as a smile tugged on his lips. 

James’ little compliment went straight to your core, his eyes trailing over your body as he noticed your thighs clenching. 

****

Your back was roughly pressed against the back of your hotel rooms door, James’ lips never leaving your neck. You threw your head back as his lips found that special spot, harshly sucking on the delicate skin. 

“James please.” You begged as his lips travelled down to your collarbone, leaving bruises along his way. 

“Shh shh, I finally have you and I am going to take as long as I please with you.” He said as he tapped the back of your thighs, signaling for you to jump. You wrapped your legs around him, your back soon colliding with the bed as James placed you down onto it, immediately tearing off the clothes that were on your body. 

You were now fully bare in front of him, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, marveling at your beautiful body and thinking about everything he wanted to do to it. 

Your hands soon reached to cover your core, insecurity bubbling inside of you as James continued to stare. As soon as he saw this, he immediately reached for your hands and pinned them above your head. 

“Don’t do that, you are by far the most perfectly sculpted woman I have ever set my eyes on, and I intend on showing you that.” and before you could respond, his lips were latching onto your clit, eliciting a loud moan from you as the tension in your core was finally being attended to. 

His tongue moved skillfully through your folds, prodding at your hole as his nose stimulated your clit. While doing so, James’ hands grabbed at your breasts, rolling your hardened buds between his fingers as he lapped up at your leaking cunt. 

“Oh my God, James this feels so good.” You said as stars began forming in your eyes, the pleasure becoming too much and overtaking your body.

“James I’m gonna cum.” You said as your hands reached for his perfectly styled hair, messing it up as you brought his face closer to your core. He moved his tongue back up to your clit as he slipped a finger inside of you. Tears began forming in your eyes and with one last lick at your clit, you were finally pushed over the edge, your body shaking as you came. 

“You taste absolutely delectable dear.” James said as he moved on top of you, his chin glistening with your release. 

You soon pulled him onto your lips, his tongue immediately invading your mouth, tasting yourself on it. The two of you roughly made out as James got rid of his clothes, your hands feeling up his arms and eventually making their way into his hair. 

You slowly began to feel James grinding his hardened length against your bare cunt, his mouth now moving down your neck and towards your chest, his lips making their way between your boobs, his lips slowly but surely moving towards your left nipple. 

He took the sensitive peak between his lips, sucking on your nipple as though there were no tomorrow. He moved his lips to your right nipple, making sure to give it the same love as the other, all whilst still humping your leaking pussy. 

“James please, I need you inside of me, right now.” You said as he looked up at you, your tit still in his mouth, the sight almost sending you into your second orgasm of the night. 

Before anything else was said, James slipped inside your desperate hole, the feeling of him burying himself inside of you almost sending you over the edge.

“Fuck.” You said as James’ hips collided with yours, his cock drilling inside of you at an ungodly pace. 

“You feel as amazing as I imagined dear.” James said as he buried his face in your neck, sucking on your sweet spot once again, the feeling was euphoric. 

Just as you were beginning to feel that coil inside you snap, James pulled out and flipped you around, immediately shoving his dick inside you once again. He reached forward and wrapped his hand around your neck, bringing your back against his chest, the new angle causing both you and James to moan in unison. 

His pace picked up again as you head rested against his shoulder, your vision going blurry as you clenched around him, the feeling sending James to release a deep groan right into your ear. 

“James, I can’t hold it any longer, I need to cum, please.” You said as his pace increased, his free hand moving towards your front and toying with your clit, the added pleasure causing your body to tremble against his.

“Please, James, pl-please.” You begged, James continued his assault on your clit, enjoying the sight before him, you all hot and bothered, waiting for his permission to let go, you were so good for him already. 

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re mine you understand that. No other man can touch you or even lay their filthy eyes on you. I’m the only one that can make you feel this way, right?” He said as he pressed his lips to your neck, his teeth grazing the bruises he left there earlier. 

“Yes, yes James only you.” You said out of breath, the feeling of James’ mouth on your neck, his hand on your clit and his cock driving into you, all being too much for you.

“I need to hear you say it baby.” James said as his fingers kept rubbing harsh circles on your clit.

“I’m yours James, all yours, no one can make me feel this way, I-I belong to you.” You said as tears streamed down your face.

“Cum for me Y/n.” Was all James needed to say. You felt yourself finally being able to let go, the coil in your stomach snapping, your body going limp as James too reached his orgasm. 

You fell forward onto the bed, James still slowly rutting into you from behind, helping the both of you ride out your highs. 

Once he was done, James wrapped his arms around your middle, bringing your sweaty body against his. You smiled as you felt him place a kiss to your temple.

“You are without a doubt the most beautiful woman to walk this Earth and I would love to have dinner with you tomorrow, if you’ll have me.” James said, his words barely above a whisper. 

Your heart melted at his words; he still thought you were beautiful even in the disheveled state you were currently in. 

You turned your body around, so your chests were pressed against one another. 

“I’d love to have dinner with you James.” You said as you leaned up to press a kiss to his lips. 

 Once you pulled away and tucked your head into his neck, James couldn’t stop smiling, he finally had his dream girl. 

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Here's the masterlist so you can navigate through my blog. Remember requests are open! Heres my face reveal as well

Tate Langdon:

Mommy's Milk (smut)

Under the Table (Smut)

Accidents Happen (Smut)

Please? (Smut)

Follow Directions (Smut)

Peter Maximoff:

Human Vibrator (Smut)

Kit walker:

Daddy's Makeup (fluff)

50 Shades of the Walkers (smut?) 1, 2

Red (Smut)

Kai Anderson:

His Mask (smut)

Dangerously In love: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

Top (Smut)

"Stfu." (Smut)

Virgin 1, 2 ft James (smut)

Get on your knees. 1, 2, 3 (Smut)

Equal Power 1, 2, 3

Cover Up (smut)

James March:

Virgin 1, 2 ft Kai (smut)

Secrets (Fluff)

Colin Zabel:

Nothing yet.

Jimmy Darling:

Ain'cha (smut)

Shuri (Black Panther):

✂️✂️(smut)

Evan Peters:

Evan Peters with a filipino partner (fluff)

His Birthday (smut)

Lady Gaga:

Costume

Cooper Day:

Boy in the Halls 1, 2, 3

Luke Cooper:

Nothing yet.

The Evans:

Roadhead 1, 2 (Smut?)

New Years Kiss

Evans fav songs

How the Evan Masturbate (Smut?)

Alex Adult World:

Nothing yet.

Did a thing.

Thank you, now undo it.

Ghost Sex

potential triggers: nsfw, unprotected sex, slight angst, blood, mentions of violence, oral (fem!receiving)

You had been trapped in the Cortez for years. A living hell. The countess had found you, and brought you back to the hotel. Only to kill you, slitting your throat with one of her silver claws. At first you hadn’t realized you had died, and that made things confusing. You wandered the halls, trying to escape the hotel. Then he had found you. Curled up on one of the empty beds on the fourth floor, crying. He had thought you were the most innocent, delicate thing he had seen in years. James March was not a very loving or affectionate man, but he had tried his best to comfort you, coaxing you up into a sitting position as he explained to you exactly what was going on. You were dead, but so was he, and he was positive you two would get on quite well. What else would you have to do for all of eternity?

-Many years later-

Tonight was a very special occasion. He had invited you to dinner with him. It was the day before his annual devils night, so needless to say, he was in a spectacular mood. He had led you into his suite and pulled out a chair for you. His hand brushed your shoulder before he bounded over to his own chair. He lifted his glass of what you only assumed was absinthe. You lifted your own glass in a toast before taking a sip. You were never the first to begin a conversation with Mr. March. So you waited patiently for him to speak.

“You’re very quiet tonight, what is on your mind?” He asked, swirling the strong liquid in his glass, his dark eyes watching you intently. Almost like a predator watching its prey. It was exhilarating.

“Oh, I’m just excited for your special night tomorrow!” You decided to say, and although you were, there was much more on your mind than just that. Being trapped in a hotel for eternity proved to be lonesome. 

“I am quite excited as well, dear. But I can sense there is something else nagging you. Speak up, you may tell me.”

You swallowed hard. He always knew when something was up. He seemed to know you like the back of his hand. All those years spent by his side proved very useful for him to understand exactly what made you tick. Did you tell the truth? You should, because god knows what he’d do if he caught you in a lie. He did not tolerate liars.

“I’m beginning to grow rather lonely in the hotel..” you whispered. “There aren’t many people coming in as of late, and…I’m craving relations…” you admitted with a blush. His eyes seemed to bore into your soul as you avoided his burning gaze, looking down instead at the fancy tablecloth adorning the table that he once ate at with his countess. 

“Oh!” He exclaimed “why did you not make me aware of this sooner? I never want you to suffer here in my hotel! I must admit I have also grown a bit lonely these days without my dear countess…” he trailed off, sighing a bit before shaking his head. “I am not usually this straightforward. I’m a man of my time, but I have a suggestion that may prove to be enjoyable for us both.”

You tilted your head curiously, meeting his eyes finally, which had seemed to darken impossibly. What possibly did he have to suggest? 

He continued, “We are both craving intimacy. I consider you a close companion, so why should we not… indulge ourselves a bit?” He grinned, getting up from his seat and making his way to you.

“Oh Mr. March!” You looked up at him in shock. Was this a cruel joke? An act to make you look like a fool?

“What do you say, darling?” He whispered, having somehow gotten right up close to you, his ghostly breath fanning against your ear as he leaned over your body. You squeezed your legs together in a futile attempt to control yourself.

“I can practically smell your arousal, darling.” He purred against your ear, a hand making its way to your thigh “you are no good at hiding anything from me.”

Your breathing sped up as you looked at him. He clearly wanted this, and who were you to deny Mr. March of what he desired?

You slowly, gingerly pressed your lips against his, much to his dismay. He reciprocated with harsh movements. Teeth and tongue. You could tell he was a very rough man, and if you weren’t already dead, the idea would certainly frighten you. Even now it did just a bit.

“Come, darling. Take off these garments, they are beautiful, but useless to us as of now.” He whispered, taking your hand and leading you away from the table, to his bed. He all but ripped off your dress, a growl coming from low in his throat as he looked over your frame. He did not speak a word as he shrugged off his jacket and undid the buttons on his white dress shirt. He tossed them somewhere on the floor, to be retrieved at a later date.

He sat back on the bed with a wicked grin “are you not going to help your dearest friend?” He teased, hands deftly undoing the buckle of his jeans.

You got on your knees in front of him, gently pushing his hands away as you undid the belt and popped the button on his tight dress pants.

The next few minutes blurred past, full of wet, hot kisses, and discarded fabric, grinding, and breathless pants, until you two were fully naked on the bed, him hovering over you. 

“I must taste you darling, then the real fun can begin.” He made his way down your body, his large hands easily spreading your thighs. He bit down hard on your inner thigh, causing a cry to leave your lips. When you looked down, you saw he had drawn blood. The wound instantly closed up, but the crimson coloring stained your pale skin.

 “Patience darling. Pain and pleasure are very closely linked, the lines can be blurred between them. It feels good, does it not?” He lapped at the blood, cleaning up the mess he had made.

All you could manage was a nod, a broken moan leaving your lips as the man in between your thighs delved his tongue into your folds, wasting absolutely no time in devouring you. He was a starved man, and you were his meal. He was very skilled with his tongue, but when he added his fingers, it was a whole other level of pleasure. One you hadn’t ever felt before.

“Mr March-“ you whined, hands fisting in the bedsheets

“You may call me James while we are together so intimately.” He said against your core, slipping a finger into your tight heat. He was a gracious man, this was his reward to you for being so loyal to him all these years.

He spent his time pleasuring you. If you weren’t so impatient, he could stay between your thighs for hours on end and be perfectly content.

He had denied you your release, and after your non stop begging, he finally decided he’d teased you enough. 

He kissed his way back up your body, cock rubbing between your folds before he slammed into you. He did not give you the mercy of letting you adjust, instead thrusting harshly right from the start.

He licked away the salty tears that fell from your eyes, shaking his head “the lines darling, remember? They are blurred. It feels good, pain is pleasure.” He whispered, pressing tender kisses to the skin of your neck, a drastic difference from his animalistic thrusts. He truly was an animal, there was nothing gentle about the way he fucked you.

You let your body go lax, trying your best to feel the pleasure instead of the pain, and after a while, once you had fully stretched around him, adjusted to the harshness that was James March, that wave of pleasure began to build deep in your core, like a tsunami. 

“I am close to my release, darling.” He let out a moan, his hips beginning to lose their harsh rhythm. Much to his surprise, and yours as well, you shoved him back against the bed, crawling on top of him, letting him slip back into you. 

“Oh darling- ride me. Ride me as if I was your slave. Use me for your pleasure.” His hands tightly gripped your thighs as you bounced on his cock, which was now hitting even deeper inside of you.

Your release built up quickly, and you could tell James was close as well, his cock twitching inside of you.

Without much thought, you wrapped your hands around his throat and squeezed.

 “do not cum until I sa-“

“AGHh-“ you were cut off by a loud moan from James, warmth filling you. He had cum. He came from you choking him. What a sick being he was. 

“You’re going to wish you hadn’t done that, James.” 

He panted as he looked up at you. He was in for the night of his life, and his only regret was that he hadn’t done this sooner.