requested: Yes! Shout out to all of the fifteen messages in my inbox asking for something about James ❤
warnings: Blood, swearing, adultery, nudity, explicit sex, and sadomasochism.
a/n: Feedback is really appreciated 🙂
word count: 2937 (I am so sorry lol)
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“Mr. March,” Hazel knocked on her boss’ office’s door, lowering her hand to softly run over the golden knob. “I am coming in.” She announced before opening the door and sliding in the fancy room, the clicking sound of her black high heels echoing through the environment.
James peeked his head up from the blueprints he was previously concentrated on, raising a single eyebrow at the maid’s presence. He cleared his throat slightly and pushed the paper aside, straightening his shoulders as he folded his large hands on his knees.
“Miss Evers,” He started, sounding slightly annoyed by being interrupted. “Is there anything unusual happening in the premises of my hotel?”
Her cheeks flustered, blooming a lovely shade of rosé. She anxiously dusted her hands on the white fabric of the apron of her uniform.
“Mr. March, I don’t mean to sound inconvenient…But, the new maid you hired has a tremendous inappropriate behavior!”
James furrowed his eyebrows, lowering his face.
“A new employee?” He shook his head whilst standing up. “I have not hired anyone! This is an outrage!”
James started to pace his large office, furiously rubbing his temples as he tried to find an explanation for the presumable issue. He was interrupted by the sound of the wooden door being thrown open. His brown eyes instantly shot towards the sudden presence, ready to scold whoever interrupted him.
Though, his gaze softened when he recognized the breath-taking woman standing in the doorway. Her blonde locks were nicely up in a bun, a sparkly silver gown hugging her body and displaying her beautiful womanly curves. His wife. The Countess.
“Jimmy,” She began while raising her hand at Hazel, waving it to shoo her away. She mumbled something under her breath about how much she has to do before hesitantly quitting the office. As a cue, Elizabeth shuts the heavy door behind herself as she brings a mint-flavored cigarette to her reddish lips, taking a long drag. “What’s all the commotion about? I could hear your angry outburst from our suite.”
“Forgive me for bothering you, darling. But I simply couldn’t contain myself, you see? I was informed that there is a new member of the hotel’s staff, who I happen not to have a single clue about who the individual is!” He threw his arms up in indignation, trying to get his wife to understand his point.
The Countess merely chuckled as she headed towards her husband, swaying her hips on her way, like a majestic feline. Finally closing the distance between them, she stood up in front of him, bringing her arms to wrap around his neck.
“You mean the newest maid, James?” She slightly cracked her head to the side when he nodded, confirming her question.
“Oh, precisely, dearest,” James replied while wrapping his arms around her waist. The Countess chuckled softly, slightly shaking her head at James.
“Mmm,” She purred in his ear, smirking to herself when she noticed his breath was hitched. “You mean Miss (y/l/n).” She whispered as her hands ran down his toned shoulders. “It was I, Jim. I hired the poor thing. She is the daughter of a close friend of mine.”
“Darling…” He breathed heavily while snaking his hands down to her slim waist, pulling her body closer to press against his. “Then, everything is properly explained. The Cortez is also yours, my queen.” He snarled and started to walk forward until he had Elizabeth’s back pressed against the nearest wall. “Whatever your little heart desires, shall be immediately attended.”
The Countess hummed in approval and placed her soft hands on her husband’s chest, elegantly pushing him away so she could get rid of his urgent grip. James spun on is heels, ready to protest, but simply being stopped by the blonde woman raising her delicate hand to cut him off. He groaned in frustration, attempting to reach for her, but she backed off, spinning on her heels. She silently headed towards the door, her hips swaying in her way. Before she walked away, Elizabeth glanced at James from over her shoulder.
“I am far too busy now, James. Perhaps, later.” She stated in a monotonous tone. “You should meet the new servant to discuss her salary.”
James sighed deeply, his nostrils dilating to inhale sharply, in a clear attempt to keep his anger under control. Afterwards, he gave her a fake smile, followed by a typical bouncing on his feet.
“Well, anything for my Queen.”
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About two hours later, when the moon had already risen to light up the extravagant streets of the crowded Los Angeles, James tiptoed down the hallway as discreetly as a feline, an ability he’d acquired with the countless times he had hunted victims for his perverse hobby.
He was almost there. Room 52.
He raised a confused eyebrow as he heard some funny muffled sounds coming from your room’s direction, that silently echoed through the walls. Upon arriving the estimated bedroom, he stood at the door, hidden in the shadows of the dimly-lit hallway as he peeked through the small gap between the door and the frame.
James was completely shocked at the sight before him. His pupils dilating with the sudden lust flow running through his veins.
It was you.
Your head was thrown back in complete bliss, one of your hands between your thighs underneath the black skirt of the maid uniform.
He had a hard-on in no time, listening and watching. So lost that it took him a good amount of time to realize that your eyes had drifted open and you were now staring atthe gap in the bedroom door, a delighted laughter mingling with your moans as you met James’ lustful, but embarrassed gaze. He stood frozen completely, unsure of what to do. It was like you had expected him to find you in such a private moment.
“Fuck…” You cursed under your breath as you pushed your fingers deep into your wetness, your hips bucking slowly to meet them, your gaze now locked with James’. “Master...Mr. March...”
His eyes widened in shock, his erection aching underneath the thin fabric of his boxers. As your moans intensified and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, James cursed under his breath and quickly spun on his heels to hurry for his own room.
He instantly threw himself in the red armchair and scrambled to undo his belt, his breath caught in his throat. He rapidly slid his pants down his legs along with his boxers, releasing a groan when his large hand finally found his shaft.
As James stroked his cock in a fast, rough pace, he could picture you in many scenarios. Tied to his bed, bent over the desk in his office, begging him to have his member in your profane mouth…
“Filthy little thing…” He moved his hand up and down his boner, grunting and groaning to himself. “Attempting to drown me into temptation…I do wish I could split that sinful body of yours in half…”
James gritted his teeth, cumming hot and thick all over his hand and the jacket of his expensive-looking suit. His thighs trembled in pleasure and his hips jerked through the aftershocks, eyes slammed shut and lips parted as he panted harshly.
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James had taken a shower to wash away all of the semen on his skin. He folded his suit and placed the pieces of clothing in a bag so he could get Miss. Evers to launder them.
After dressing himself up again with a fresh black suit, James took a deep breath and threw the bag over his shoulder before heading back to the hallway. He had things to do in his office and he was looking forward to seeing Hazel.
Upon arriving his office, James turned the doorknob and stepped inside. But his eyes got huge when they drifted down to the floor.
It was you again.
On your hands and knees, you scrubbed the wet floor with a sponge while humming to yourself. Noticing his presence, you glanced at him from over your shoulder. You bucked your hips backward, moving them around so half of your ass was exposed to his eyes.
James should have averted his gaze, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to do it. After some good thirty seconds, he shook his head and cleared his throat, dropping the bag on his desk, mentally glad that you couldn’t see the content.
“What are you doing in my office?” He tried his best to sound stern, but miserably failing since you just giggled and turned your head back to your previous work.
“Cleaning up your mess, Mr. March.” You stated simply, causing him to furrow his eyebrows.
“Mess?” He asked, completely confused.
You sighed and rolled your eyes, dropping the soaked sponge back in the metal bucket. You stood up with your head slightly cracked to the side, turning around to face your boss.
“Well, Mr. March,” you started. “you see, that was not my blood.”
“Darling, you are committing an enormous mistake.” He gulped audibly, trying his best not to fall into temptation. “I have noticed your attempt to seduce me, though I am a married man.”
You teasingly puckered your lower lip at his statement while approaching him, bucket still in hand. You stopped when you were just a few inches away from him. James looked down at you with a contained fire burning in his piercing brown eyes, his jaw clenched.
You reached your free hand and softly ran the tip of your fingers over his grey tie, his eyes following your every movement. You dropped the bucket on your other hand to the floor, which fell with a silent thud on the fancy carpet.
“But,” you suddenly grabbed a hold of his tie, yanking him down. He instantly gasped, holding his breath once he realized his lips were barely hovering above yours. “your wife isn’t home. She is out with that Italian affair of hers.”
James narrows his eyes, taking deep breaths to try and focus. You undid the first buttons of your dress, so your black lacy bra was completely displayed to his view. Without letting go of his tie, you reached your free hand to fondle your breast, purring in his ear.
“Why don’t you touch me a little, Mr. March?”
You could feel him shifting underneath your touch, his breathing getting heavier with each passing second. Finally, he snarled loudly and grabbed you by your waist with both of his hands, slamming your body against his. Your surprised gasp was muffled by his lips forcefully pressing against yours, biting and sucking at the already puffy flesh of your lower lip.
“Fuck it,” he growled against your lips as he grabbed the back of your sighs, effortlessly lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. He carried you over to his desk, only pulling away to roughly drop you on it. He quite literally ripped your dress in half, the sound of the transparent buttons hitting the floor echoing through the room. “Fuck me.”
You could feel his rough, calloused hands all over your skin. On your thighs, breasts, ass…Fondling and groping every inch of skin they could reach. You let out soft whimpers and moans at his violent touch.
The feeling of his strong, masculine body pressed against yours was sinfully delicious. You were pretty aware that James March was a dangerous man, and that you should probably stay as far away from him as you possibly could, but the possible danger you were facing only heightened your libido. Your craving for him.
He dropped himself to his knees and gripped your thighs, tight enough to leave bruises. James snaked his hands up to grab the waistband of your black panties, ripping them off you. You moaned at the feeling of the cold air against the wetness between your thighs.
“You shall not cum until I tell you so, my dear. This is your punishment.” James stated as his face hovered above your pussy, his hot breath hitting your sensitive spot. You whimpered and moaned, reaching your hands down to grab at his hair as you tried to buck and grind your hips against his face, furiously nodding your head, desperate to feel something. James snarled and gave your clit a sharp smack, making you yelp. “Do use your words, my darling. You were very eloquent just a few minutes ago.”
“Yes, Mr. March. I will be your good little slut.”
Humming in approval, James suddenly buried his face between your thighs, his hands still on your thighs. You instantly broke into needy moans, your fingers messing and pulling at his previously perfectly gelled hair. His sinfully delicious tongue slid firmly between your dripping folds, never getting used to how good you taste. He moved his lips to your clit and started to furiously suck at it, ripping lurid sounds from the depths of your throat. Your moans were loud and intense, they could be heard from the entire hallway, which made James’ ego inflate to indescribable levels.
He plunged two fingers into your entrance, starting to thrust them in and out of you hard. Your mouth fell open at the overwhelming pleasure that was taking over your body. You had never felt anything as intense as that, and it was driving you crazy. Sweat dripped from your forehead as you could feel your orgasm building up, but you were trying your best to hold it back. James was relentless, devouring and fingering you as if he was holding on for dear life.
“I-I am going to cum, Mr. Mar-” You screamed out. Before you could finish your sentence, you reached your climax, exploding around his fingers.
James waited a few seconds to pull away and stand up between your legs. His eyes were dark, and you could sense you had gotten yourself in trouble.
“I’m so sor-” You were cut off by his sudden grip on your neck, squeezing your throat to cut off your airway.
You uselessly tried to scratch at his arm and squirm away from him, but he was unquestionably stronger than you. When he finally let go of your throat, your mouth dropped open and you gasped for air. Before you could even regain your composure, James grabbed a fistful of your hair and slammed his rock hard cock into you.
You practically screamed out in pleasure as you felt his member stretching your insides.
“Since you craved your merited ecstasy so badly, dearest” he grunted as he started to pound you hard and deep, his hips audibly bucking against yours. “you may cum as many times as you wish now.”
You were screaming out his name as he kept thrusting into you, the sensation too much for you to handle. And, to heighten your sensations and torture you more, James had pressed his fingers against your clit as he roughly rubbed circles on it.
He was howling out guttural sounds, he was like an animalist beast. He dropped his head down and slammed his eyes shut, going deeper and rougher with each thrust. The creak of the table dragging on the floor mingling with the sounds of sex that prevailed in the room.
You came again. Once, twice…You lost count when you reached the fifth orgasm, your clit almost numbing at his unstoppable thrusting.
“Mr. March…Please…” You begged weakly, your eyes welled up with unshed tears. “I can’t take it anymore.”
He merely grunted in response while reaching his own ecstasy, spilling his thick cum inside you. Panting, he kept his head down, his cock still buried in your cunt so he could regain his composure.
“Darling,” James lifted his gaze to meet your teary eyes, a malicious smirk stamping his lips. “you are a revelation. You are…theone.”
He reached one hand to open the top drawer of the desk between himself, throwing it open while seeking for something. Your head lifted up long enough to see him pulling out a gun. Before you could even try to protest or squirm away, he pointed it to your forehead and pulled the trigger.
Bang.
Your body fell limp on the desk and your blood was splattered all over the wall. James grinned whilst bringing himself out of you and pulling up his pants, fastening his belt again.
When he spun on his heels, he saw Miss Evers standing in the doorway with a slightly shocked expression, she pressed her lips together, waiting for James’ orders.
“Laundress?”
“Y-yes, Mr. March?”
“Clean up this mess, would you?” He required while looping one arm under your knees and the other under your arms, scooping your body up bridal style.
“Right away, sir.” Hazel gulped and scrambled to grab the bucket and headed towards the now bloody wall.
James looked down at your face while he carried you out of the room and into the hallway, ready to dispose of your corpse. The last thing he heard was Miss. Ever’s muffled voice, grunting, and grumbling.
“What a glorious stain!”
James smirked, his eyes dark with lust.
“I cannot wait until you are back, dearest. We are going to have so much fun.”
Yum!
Woah wait what? Is this new? How come I haven’t seen this around before? I have been blessed.
Warning: Smut, Character death, Girl x Girl, Foursome, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Toys, Hair pulling, Choking, Fellatio, Swallowing, Brief partner swapping
A/N: This was originally posted by @overheavensgates, but she decided to delete her side blog (@i-write-smut–not-tragedies) and I’m just bringing her works back around while giving full credit to the author – with her permission – because literally none of this is mine. This was a collaboration with @jana-banana-fana.
I lounged at the pool while James was spending time with his friends at the bar for Devil’s Night. I didn’t mind taking a day out of the year to give James time to catch up with old friends while I relaxed alone. As I enjoyed the sun, I saw an unfamiliar girl walking my way. She must be a new guest to the hotel. I felt myself intrigued about her presence. She carried something about her in the way she held herself in public, almost menacing, but still feminine enough to be approachable. I liked this presence she carried, almost reminding myself of me, which meant James might enjoy this one as a special guest for tonight’s festivities.
She donned all black: from her hair to her black dress and tights. It seemed exceptionally odd for the sunny Los Angeles heat, which may have been what caught my attention in the first place.
Requested by Anonymous: “hi! can i request some cunnilingus with james? 🙂 + Can you please write a threesome with Kai and James (Weird request, I know)? Thanks!”
A/N: I am so sorry this took so long to get out, but I really loved this idea and wanted to convey it as well as I possibly could. I know isn’t the best, but I tried, and I hope you can enjoy it anyway. And I want to apologize if all the build up isn’t well-written, but I had trouble finding the reasoning behind this little ménage á trois. I also realize the premise is probably really similar to the crossover that @i-write-smut–not-tragedies and @jana-banana-fana did a collaboration on, and copying their marvelous work was certainly not my intention; I’ve just reread that particular story so many times, this was the visual that stuck with me. But I hope you lovelies don’t mind, and I hope you also don’t mind me combining these two requests; they just went together so well! x
Title credit: “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails
Being perpetually trapped within a single property was, as one might guess, rather unexciting most days. There was hardly ever anything truly new to experience. Especially after my husband had forbidden a favorite activity of mine on the grounds that our hotel would become a historic landmark in a few short years, and partaking in said hobby would potentially jeopardize that.
So, to fill my time, I often found myself in the lounge, observing the influx of residents checking in for a thrill. One that I was no longer allowed to provide them in the manner in which I desired. Some days it was all I could do to exercise my well-practiced restraint and refrain from seducing some poor fool straight to his beautifully executed demise.
Requested by @saracons87: “I have a request for you! the reader is James March’s wife and she’s at the bar hanging out with Liz when she hears two obnoxious men making fun of the hotel and they also make fun of James. She decides to take care of them herself. James senses her anger and comes to see what’s upsetting her, then of course you know they kill them and smut happens 😛 his wife is also a ghost btw”
A/N: Okay, I love how detailed this request is. I only hope I managed to execute it halfway decent enough x
Title credit: "Suffer Little Children” by the Smiths
Being deceased, and subsequently living amongst the dead, had the potential of being rather tedious most days. There was only so much one could do when confined to a single property, forced to interact with the same faces day in and day out, with rarely anything new and exciting coming your way. There was a time when you had a hobby that you would often partake in, but your husband had recently commanded that the hobby be discontinued.
It was a difficult decision that had to be made, as the Cortez was well on its way to officially becoming a historic landmark. But that did not make the absence of said hobby any less dull as it left your days depressingly void of much excitement.
Girl, could you write a smut about James and a VERY innocent and shy reader?? I just need more of Mr. March in my miserable life ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ~ahswitchy (this is my main blog 🌚)
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This wasn’t our first time having dinner, this was probably more like the fourth. I was surprised at how quickly James moved along with me. I mean I’ve only been here about a week and he somehow managed to say yes to four dinners.
“I must say that you are absolutely divine. I want nothing more than just treat you to a lavish dinner in my suite. I can promise you I’ll be on my best behaviour of course. I just wish to spend more time with you.” he said, flashing that handsome grin of his.
I took a deep breath, as I stood in front of his door. Even though this wasn’t the first time it always felt like it was. My stomach was knotted and my palms were sweaty from the nerves. Who knows maybe this was the night that he finally lost interest in me because I said the wrong thing. I wiped my hands on my dress and knocked.
Seconds later the door opened and he stood before me, same devilishly handsome grin and dressed formally. “I was starting to worry, you’re later than usual. Did something happen dear?” he asked, escorting me in like usual. “Well, I uh….I uhh. I ran out of clothes. I just….didn’t want to disappoint you with something a little mundane so I needed to buy a new dress for tonight.” I said, looking down as I spoke.
With jazz playing out of his victrola he had a hard time hearing me. “Darling, you know I can’t hear you if you talk to my carpet. I do think that it’s a lovely pattern, but I believe that I should get your attention.” My face burned from the embarrassment, my head slowly lifts, but I couldn’t really get any focused eye contact. “I needed to go shopping because I ran out of nice things to wear.”
He helped me into my seat and let his hands rest on his shoulder. “Well the wait was worth it, you look divine.” he said. “Care for a drink?”
I smiled at him, my face turning a light red as his compliment flustered me. “Just wine please and thank you James.” I said quietly. He smirked and walked over to this liquor cabinet, “Of course, the usual?” I nodded my head, a little embarrassed that he knew that I never really tried anything else and kept sticking to the wine I had during our first dinner.
He came around and gave me my glass, “This happens to be one of my favorite wines as well, you know. I tend to save it for when I’m having somewhat of a good day.” He walked over to his seat and poured himself a glass. “Cheers dear.”
I raised my glass with him, confused as to why were doing such a thing. He took his seat shortly after and called for Miss.Evers, who came around the corner to serve dinner to us. My eyes widened as she was serving one of my favorites. “A little birdie told me you were having a particular craving for lasagna and garlic breadsticks so I took it upon myself to settle your cravings. Dig in, I hope it’s up to your standards.” he said, placing his napkin on his lap and starting to eat.
I took a bite and groaned in satisfaction, “This is delicious, really hits the spot. Thank you James.” He just smiled and gave a slight nod to me, “Of course, anything for you my dear.” We continued dinner in relative silence, talking to each other when something of a conversational topic came up. It was still a rather nice evening. “So, our little toast earlier, what exactly was that for James. Did something good happen for the hotel?” I asked, taking in the last of my glass of wine.
My body was relaxed at this point, not really tipsy, but to the point where I was able to come out of my shell just a tad bit. “Well, if you haven’t noticed, this is our fourth dinner together, and I feel like now is the perfect time to ask you something.” he said. “I’ve been wanting to ask you this for a while, but seeing as how you tend to be apprehensive I wanted to ease you into this by waiting.”
I felt my palms start to sweat again as my mind was flooding over different scenarios that could happen in that moment. I was so caught up in my head that I hadn’t noticed that I was staring blankly at the center vase on the table, James just standing next to me. He cleared his throat, his hand out in front of me, “Well…would you like to dance with me?”
He snapped me out of my daze and I nodded, “O-oh, sure. Of course.” I took his hand and he helped me out of my chair. His victrola continued to play jazz, this new record he played however was all smooth jazz. It was nice, slow and surprisingly I found myself getting more relaxed by the tune.
I let him settle his hands on me, one firmly on my hip and the other clasping my freehand. I had one hand on his shoulder and we started to slowly sway in the middle of his suite. I could feel his eyes stare down on me. “Am I doing something wrong?” I asked, “I don’t really dance much.”
“You’re doing just fine dear.” he said. “You just look…perfect.” I felt my face heat up, blushing from him again. “James…you’re a complete flirt. Stop.” I muttered. “I only speak the truth, you truly are perfect.” he said to me again. I was at a loss for words and I just responded by taking my hand that was entangled with his and putting it around his neck. It met with my other hand and I inevitably pulled myself into his body, my head now rested on his chest.
His hands came around and hugged me, settling on my lower back while his head came down slightly to rest of my shoulder. We continued dancing for I’m not sure how long, but when I finally lifted my head away from him, the victrola had started playing it’s third loop of the record. For a moment we just looked at each other, his brown doe eyes looked down at mine.
“James.” I called his name out softly.
“Yes dear?” he responded, his voice hoarse and low.
I felt a wave of want and need take me over and I leaned into him. He took that as a sign to lean in slightly, his breath was lightly hitting my skin as I drew closer to him. “James.” I said once more right before our lips finally met. I let out a light whine when I finally felt the softness of his lips and taste of fine whiskey and Cuban cigars.
His hands pressed harder against my back, pulling me more into the kiss. I felt myself walk backwards until he had me pressed against the wall. It was like he was trapping me, keeping me from pulling away from him, and to be honest I didn’t want to pull away.
Pretty soon that one kiss turned to more and I found myself making out with him. For someone who always carried a sense of control and command, he was surprisingly submissive. He waited patiently for me to get comfortable to start something else whether it be a new hand placement, or the slight drag of his tongue on my lip begging to enter my mouth.
I parted my lips and I felt his tongue enter my mouth, he played with my tongue, not fighting me for dominance as we explored each other. His hands started to slowly slip under my dress. They were large and slightly calloused, grazing my skin lightly as he started to rub along my outer thighs. I knew he wanted more from this, evident from him jerking his hand back whenever his fingertips touched the edge of my panties.
I thought it was cute, how he was refraining himself from going further than I wanted, but in the moment I wanted him to take it further. So in a bold move one of my hands came down from his neck and slowly trailed down to his thigh. I pressed my palm against his pant bulge while my fingers rubbed along his tip. He let out a groan and his hand moved to rub my entrance over my panties.
My head pulled back and curled slightly against the wall, causing me to pull away from him, “James.” I moaned out, when he continued to slowly rub me. “I want you, please. I need you.” I heard him swallow hard, “Are you sure you wish for me to be your first?”
I nodded with no hesitation, “Please James.” He smiled, his hands coming to take mine and he walked me to his bed. “Then I’ll make it perfect.”
He stood me in front of his bed, his eyes taking me in for a moment. One hand came to cradle my cheek while the other gently stretched my arm slightly. He placed slow and ornate kisses on my wrist, inner elbow, and shoulder before kissing my lips and repeating the process on the other arm, his hands switching positions.
Each kiss caused me to shiver and further my arousal as he took the time to appreciate my body. I found myself lifting my neck,nestling into his hand and wanting him to place a few kisses there before he moved further. He smiled and place deep kisses on my neck, even giving me a small light bruise where he suckled on my skin.
Once his lips returned to mine he started to work my dress, unzipping it and letting it fall off of my shoulders and onto the floor. “Lay on the bed, I’m not done with you just yet.” he groaned. I smiled and sat down on the bed, taking that time to remove my heels. I scooted up a little and laid back. He kicked his shoes off and swiftly discarded his jacket. He took his suspenders off before undoing his belt. Afterward He shimmied his pants to pool at his ankles and stepped out of them.
Returning his attention to me once more he let his hands run up my thighs again, this time slower so my body could feel every part of his touch. I bit my lip as I watched his gaze register my reaction when he brought my panties down. Once those were gone he crawled onto the bed, his body just hovering inches over mine. Came down and started to kiss along my neck again, this time I could feel his tongue drag along my skin. I let out a louder moan from the feeling.
His head came up whispering right into my ear, “Now remove the last of my clothes.”
I nodded and my hands started to pop the buttons off his shirt, tug off his shoulders, and toss it to the side of the bed. I then went to push down his briefs until my hands couldn’t reach any further, to which he happily discarded it for me. He took one of my hands and brought it down to his exposed erection before working on removing my bra. “Rub it. You’ll like it.” he told me before his head came down to kiss my chest. He took a nipple into his mouth and started to suck at it, his tongue flicking and swirling around my hardened bud. My body reacted by raising slightly, and my hand grasped his shaft.
I started to let it rub along his length, I reveled how he was slowly unraveling because of my actions. I took in every single moan he had. My head rolled back in to the pillows of the bed and I let out a loud whine when his fingers pushed into my entrance. He hardened almost immediately into my hand when he did and my toes started to curl. The wetness of my own arousal was getting onto my thighs because of his fingers vigorously pushing in and out of me and stretching me out.
“James, James. I’m ready. Put it in me please.” I groaned. His head lifted from my chest and he nodded. Sitting up he pulled his fingers out of me. He parted my legs further and aligned himself with my core before slowly making his way in.
My eyes widened and I gripped his forearms, screaming his name. He grunted, “Your body is absolutely exquisite.” He let out a satisfied groan seconds later when he got him in completely. I let my legs wrap around his hips as he slowly began to build a rhythm with me.
He was very vocal with himself, groaning and calling out my name. “You’re better than I could have ever imagined.” he grunted. My walls contracted around him when he rubbed against my g-spot. “J-James.”
He lowered himself, so our bodies were pressed against one another, when he was starting to go faster. My hands started to rake across his back. “James, right…right there.” I groaned. Because our bodies were right against each other, there was continuous friction against my clit. “Faster, James.”
He grunted, taking in my requests and quickened his pace against the same spot. I felt my walls start to contract more as he throbbed against me. I felt my toes curl and my hands started to press into his shoulders. “Yes!James!” I yelled before my body shook. I let out a string of moans and praises as I came hard. He groaned out my name seconds later as his own orgasm took him.
We continued to move our bodies as we rode our highs together. I panted, James’ body slumping over mine as he came down with me, he panted just as heavy. “Did you enjoy yourself darling?” he asked, slowly rolling off of me. I smiled, curling into his side, “I did, that was definitely…perfect.”
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“Are you certain you wish to try this darling?” James asked me. I nodded, “I mean I’ve always wanted to experiment in the bedroom and you’re the only one I can trust to make me feel safe during.”
He nodded, “Very well, we will go easy on your first time and we can test your limit from there. Now go get on the bed.”
I smiled and started to get ready, stripping down to my underwear and laying down on the bed. James rummaged through one of his dresser drawers and pulled out a few things, the first of which was a blindfold and ear muffs. He came around to the top of the bed where my head rested on pillows. He lifted my head and put the blindfold and earmuffs on.
I heard low muffled noises, most likely from James. “I can’t hear you James.” I said loudly, not really knowing my own increased in volume. Things were quiet for a minute or two before flinching to the sudden feeling of silk lightly brushing against my wrist.
I felt myself being tied up to the bed posts; I couldn’t help but get aroused by my own vulnerability. It was still again for another minute, James was probably making me wait to torture me. I bit my lip when I felt the bed dip from his weight. “James.” I called out into the silence.
Instead of a muffle I was greeted to his lips pressing against mine. His hands slipped under my bra and started to get fondle my breasts. My lips parted and my chest raised when he twisted my nipples lightly. He took the opportunity to let his tongue slip into my mouth.
I groaned when his tongue intertwined with mine, completely frustrated when I couldn’t touch him due to the restraints. His lips slowly started to move along my body, kissing down my stomach until he was by my thighs. He started to kiss the exposed skin as he tore my panties with his hands. My body shuttered with each kiss, my body only getting wetter from his actions. “James, please I need you master.”
I felt my body arch when I felt his tongue sink into my core. His head moved, causing his nose to grind into my clit. I fruitlessly fought against my restraints, desperate to feel his body under my arms. I started to whimper loudly, “James, you’re an absolute god! You feel so amazing darling.”
I felt his head move away from me and I whined from the loss of contact. My head rolled back soon after when I felt him push into me. His arms were resting on either side of my chest with his head right next to my neck. His warm breath was erratic as he was quickly thrusting into my core, probably close to his limit.
His hands moved from the side to over my chest, letting his palms roll my nipples until they hardened and pinching them once they were. “J-James, I’m…I’m gonna cum.” I groaned into his ear. He moved faster, moving one of his hands to rub circles against my clit. My moans increasingly grew louder until I was practically screaming his name. My body rocked as I came, desperately grinding against his pelvis as I chased my high.
I heard him mumble again, much louder and I felt the familiar throbbing of his orgasm as he came soon after me. He slammed much harder into me, like he was ensuring every last drop of himself was in me. Seconds later he came down from his orgasm and slumped onto me like always.
My earmuffs were the first to go, still blinded as to what was going on. “James?” I called out softly. “Yes, I’m here dear, just…breathless.” he panted. “Did I do good James?” I asked him. “You were perfect, I do enjoy you calling me master and god.” he responded.
Warnings: Major character death, murder, blood, throat cutting and smut.
Somehow this is done! I’m still in shock myself lol!!! This is part 8 of my story “American Hotel Story.” The rest of it is here if you need to refresh yourself on it.
Requested by @kayleedeangaga: “I just wanna say that you are an amazing writer and when you get your wifi back, I would like to request a James Patrick March Smut”
A/N: Credit for the “plot” idea goes to @ahswitchy – This will sound really dumb, and I’m sorry ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)…What about John bringing daddy March a very odd gift, in a big box and wrapped up nicely. So when daddy opens it, it’s the reader/OC sorta terrified and tied up, so he shows her that he can be nice? 👀; I apologize if this isn’t well written or if you aren’t a fan of the third person perspective.
Title credit: “Gods & Monsters” by Lana Del Rey
No one ever wished for a life of mediocrity. That was never someone’s aspiration. Unfortunately, it was what a lot of people received despite their hardest efforts to make something of and for themselves. It was just a turn that happened for some, no matter what their aspirations had been and how earnestly they had worked to achieve them.
When Judith had dreamed of coming to Los Angeles, she’d dreamed of making something of herself. She’d dreamed of becoming an actress or a model. Her name was going to be plastered across television screens and magazines. People were going to know her.
But, as with most of those “shoot for the stars" aspirations, that dream had shattered around her like delicate crystal. Now she was forced to channel that effort into the life of servitude she’d been forced to fulfill, changing strangers’ bed sheets and cleaning their toilets.
request: @kayleedeangaga“Could you write a James Patrick March smut, please? I love reading your Smuts! They are hot and goals!”
request: @jacqueline66613 “can you make a lesbian countess fanfic?”
a/n: sorry I joined two requests, but I thought they’d fit nicely together. Thank you for requesting, lovelies. I hope you both enjoy this smut *winks*
warnings: smut, BDSM related themes, kidnapping, and swearing.
word count: 1205
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“You know the tale of poor Little Red Riding-Hood, that the wolf deceived and devoured, with her cake, her little butter can, and her grandmother; well, the true story happened quite differently, as you are about to find out now, my dear. And first of all, the little girl was called (y/n).”
You teared up behind the blindfold and made a failed attempt at shouting, for the handkerchief stuffed in your mouth had been doing quite an excellent job of muting your screams. That piercing, deep voice was unmistakable. James Patrick March.
“The story begins something like the tale.” James started, his voice dark. He ran his fingertips over the skin of your legs. “There was once a little peasant girl, pretty and nice as a star in its season. Her real name was (y/n), and she was always wearing a black and white, fine-looking maid uniform. This little dress was given her by her master.”
James stopped speaking once he felt your foot violently kicking him in the ribs, causing a snarl to slip from his throat as he grabbed your ankles, pinning them down to the mattress with just one hand. He used his free one to pull the white fabric out of your mouth, and you instantly coughed.
“Are you looking for a spanking, little one? Is that what you want? I would opt to behave myself if I were in your situation, dearest.”
“What the fuck am I doing here, Mr. March!?” You yelled and attempted to roll away, but since your hands were tied to the headboard, you could not manage to get too far without harming yourself. “Let me go, please! I won’t tell anyone, I promise…”
He chuckled deeply and shook his head in disbelief, removing his hand from your ankles to grip your chin tightly. Even though you were blindfolded, you could feel he was close to you by the way you could feel his heavy breathing hitting the skin of your face.
“My dear, tonight is my Queen’s birthday. And as a darling and caring husband, I must know how to satisfy and please my wife’s desires. I would bring her the moon if she requested me to.” You furrowed your eyebrows, slightly confused about why that would affect you.
“And I wanted you, love.” You felt goosebumps forming all over your skin as you recognized the owner of that voice. Elizabeth, the so feared and intimidating Countess.
You bit your lower lip, tugging at its flesh with your teeth. The sound of her voice, somehow, soothed and tranquilized you. Apparently, they did not mean to bring you harm. Though, you still wished they’d chosen a healthier, less sadistic approachment; instead of knocking you out with chloroform and tying you up.
“I don’t understand…” You whispered. “If you wanted to have a menagé, why haven’t you just invited me?”
“Oh, no no no, love. That is part of the fun.” As she finished her sentence, you felt James’ hand snaking up your naked body and stopping at your breasts. You whimpered when he squeezed them. “The initial shock will only be added to the pleasure. Plus, it is, a matter of fact, a divine sight,” James planted wet kissed on your neck, earning a surprised gasp from you. “having you all tied up on my bed, helpless and vulnerable. A toy, a pet, that I can use to satisfy my needs.”
You could feel yourself getting wet at her sudden dominant tone, so you squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to get some friction, but only being stopped by James’ hands, that grabbed your knees and spread them apart so he could remain between them. You let out low, constant moans when he started to grind his crotch against your aching core.
“Step aside, James. She is mine.” He groaned but didn’t disobey his queen. He blinked his eyes and pulled away after a while, leaving you cold and exposed on the bed. Before you had the urge to protest, The Countess was now the one between your legs. She reached out and slid her fingers between your dripping folds, smirking at the lurid sounds she’d managed to rip out of you. “I wonder how much you can take before melting in my hand, baby.”
She shot James a dirty look, who was now sat in the armchair with his hand under his pants, palming his manhood in pure lust, to which he silently responded with a wicked smirk. He threw his head back, letting out low snarls and grunts.
“Now, princess, what do you want mommy to do to you?” You flustered deeply at the name, whimpering in response. Elizabeth smirked a bit, running her tongue over her lower lip as she satisfied glanced down at you. “Do you want my lips pressed against that sweet little spot of yours, huh? The one I know that drives you crazy?”
You gulped and nodded slightly in response.
“Y-yes.” She slapped you across the face, then firmly gripped your chin.
“Yes, what?” She whispered in your ear and nibbled at your earlobe.
“Yes, mommy.” You rapidly corrected yourself and wrapped your legs around her waist, desperate for her touch.
“Eager, aren’t we, little one?” Elizabeth chuckled and spread your legs open once again, suddenly burying her face between your thighs. She slid her tongue between your folds painfully slow, twirling it against the pleasurable spots. “It’s always the quiet ones that moan the loudest.”
You threw your head back and dug your nails into the rope that was bounding your wrists together, moaning out her name. Probably, the entire floor was aware of the small indiscretion that was taking place in the master suite, for your pleads and begs for her were way too loud.
“Fuck,” You cursed under your breath as The Countess started fucking your entrance with her tongue, she’d kept her thumb on your clit and was rubbing circles against it, firmly. It was like she was taking music out of your soul with the flick of her tongue, which sounded wilder with each passing second.
“You taste so fucking good, baby girl.” She spoke against your wetness, her hot breath hit your sensible spot, causing your toes to curl and your (y/e/c) eyes to roll to the back of your head.
With that, she plunged two fingers into you, roughly thrusting them in and out of you, in a heavenly perfect pace. Elizabeth wrapped her lips around your clit and sucked at it as she curled her slender fingers inside you, perfectly hitting your g-spot.
It was almost as if her tongue had the gift of reading and you were her favorite book. She read all of the words vividly, carefully, enjoying every bit of you. You felt like someone was sliding ice cubs down your spine.
“I will have to keep you, (y/n). You are addicting. Wouldn’t you like to know how much I crave you?”
And like a profane confession, she fingered your orgasm out of you.
“In other words, kitten,” Elizabeth continued. “I want you at my mercy.”
Warning: Smut, Character death, Fingering, Slight cunnilingus
A/N: This was originally posted by @overheavensgates, but she decided to delete her side blog (@i-write-smut–not-tragedies) and I’m just bringing her works back around while giving full credit to the author – with her permission – because literally none of this is mine.
Life in New Orleans had begun to feel suffocating. Between the constant pressure of excelling at the Seven Wonders, Cordelia annoyingly breathing down my neck at every turn, and the general loathing I felt towards the other girls in the coven; I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of that place. So after proving myself an advanced witch and perfecting the Seven Wonders, that’s exactly what I did.
Cordelia screamed and cried when I came down the steps carrying all of my belongings in a single bag. She claimed that I wasn’t safe on my own and that I should continue to be sheltered and protected within the coven walls. That was a laugh. What sane person would want to stay with a bunch of bratty girls who thought it was a good idea to stitch together a poor dead boy and force him to be their sexual slave? Not only that, but the constant bickering between Madison and Zoe had driven me insane. That entire place could burn to the ground with everyone in it and I wouldn’t bat an eye.
My Type is Homicidal 