You had been living at the Hotel Cortez for at least 2 months now and had become close with many residents belonging to the extraordinary place. Liz was who you considered to be your best friend, Sally was the one who you would get drunk with and play games when it would get boring, Donovan was like an older brother to you, and although The Countess never really bothered with you at all, you didn’t care for her much either. Then there was Mr. March who would always just appear on the odd occasion and you would both share interesting conversations with each other and he was also the one person there who you found yourself extremely attracted to.
One day you decided to stay in your room as you felt like having a lazy day. Watching scary movies, eating lollies and having a jam to some music on your spotify playlists, all whilst staying in your pyjamas the entire time. This is what you spent the most day doing until the late afternoon when someone knocked on your door.
“Coming!” You yelled, turning down the music and adjusting your pj’s. You opened the door to find Mr. March elegantly standing with a smile on his face.
“Oh hey March, I was not expecting you at all”. You admitted, feeling slightly embarrassed due to being in your childish clothes in front of such a man as March.
“Yes, quite the obvious fact dear, but I did come for a purpose and it to invite you to dinner tonight at my room, 7pm, do you find yourself available?” Mr. March was somewhat nervous which was unusual, did he find you attractive? Is this a date he’s proposing? You played it off calm and cool.
“Yeah sounds great, I’ll see you in two hours then?” You answered back plainly, not wanting to say anything foolish like “of course, i would love to” or “are you kidding me, um, yes!” which were the actual thoughts in your brain when he asked you.
“Splendid, until then Ms Y/L/N”.
You closed the door and began pampering yourself for tonight as you had no idea what was in store. You showered, shaved and did your makeup extra nice but not too caked on, deciding on wearing a red, tight, strapless dress with your hair down and a silver choker with some silver heels & earring.
Once ready, at 6:50 you left your room, making your way to Mr. March’s room, which you had never been to before so this was quite strange and foreign to you.
Knocking on the door at precisely 6:57pm, you were greeted by Mrs Evers, the Hotels head maid. She welcomed you with a smile and ushered you through to the dining are where March was standing in front of the window, looking through the curtains at the outside world whilst puffing on a cigar.
You coughed to gain his attention as you awkwardly stood in the middle of this large dining room. March turned instantly and walked over to you, his gaze was without a doubt roaming around your body, making you feel warm and clammy.
“You look absolutely exquisite dear, my what a beauty you are”. He complimented, taking your hand and placing a gentle, soft kiss to the back of your hand. He then escorted you to your seat at the table, being such a proper gentleman, it made you feel as though you were back in time in the 20′s whenever March was around.
“For starters we shall be having smoked salmon with prawns, horseradish cream & lime vinaigrette, the main course will be in fact, Moroccan quail with rose-petal sauce and cucumber relish and well, the dessert my dear shall just have to be a surprise.” March stated, all those foods sounded very pleasing to your ears.
The tension, sexually on your side of the equation felt very high in this environment. You couldn’t quite sit still as you didn’t know how to deal with such a presence as March’s.
“So, March, what’s your name? I’m getting bored of calling you March all the time”. You decided to break the ice.
“James, dear”. He smirked.
You both continued talking about yourselves, interesting topics and conversations until you had both finished your main courses.
“So, James, what’s for dessert then, if it beats what we just ate I swear I will be absolutely gobsmacked”. You honestly, half-jokingly admitted.
“I’ll get Mrs Evers to bring it out now, Mrs Evers! Dessert please”. James demanded. You had drunk about two and a half glasses of wine at this point and could start to feel the full effects coming on. Your confidence was through the roof and you knew you were going to say or do something stupid at any given moment.
As Mrs Evers left to go collect the desserts down in the kitchen, you saw it as in opportunity to seduce or at least turn on James. You sat quietly, staring at him until he noticed and you sent him a quick wink and lip bite. This was probably way too forward and you probably looked stupid you thought but you were too horny for him to even care right now.
“What was that for?” James asked, smirking slightly at your expressions.
“You’re dead Mr. March, not stupid”. You fired back, hoping he would catch on, as to which he did. His face went from smiley and cheeky to dark and lust hungry. His eyes trailing your body again, you could see the frustration in his face, you decided to play at this and bite your lip again.
The tension was disrupted by Mrs Evers entering the room once again, returning with the desserts, which was now the last thing on your mind. James did not break eye contact with you as Mrs Evers waddled over to him ready to place the food infront of him but he just raised his hand signalling her to shoo, go away, fuck off.
Once she left the room, James immediately rose from him chair and stormed over to the bedroom doors, flinging them wide open to expose a large king sized bed. He then walked his way slowly towards you holding his hand out to get you to stand, as to which you did.
Now face to face with James, your heart was beating like a thousand times per minute, until he forcefully grabbed the back of your head with one hand pulling you into a rough, passionate kiss, whilst using his other hand to unzip the back of your dress and letting it slide down revealing your breasts and underwear.
James stood back a took in the sight of you for a moment before muttering something under his breath and pulling you towards the bed. He ripped off your panties as he threw you onto the bed and spread both of your legs wide apart, exposing all of yourself to him. He was breathing heavily and licking his lips, he looked as if he didn’t know where to start, like a kid at an amusement park, it was very amusing.
“Y/N, you have no idea what I would love to do with your body”. James began talking as he stood back and removed his clothes, leaving only his underwear on before crawling onto the bed, between your thighs.
“Give me an idea then”. You replied, trying not to moan in aching for his touch. You arched your back and you finally felt his finger coming into contact with your wetness. “My, my, someone’s a bit eager?” He proudly reacted.
“Please, James”. You begged for more of him.
He then removed his underwear and got himself positioned nicely at your entrance before grabbing your face harshly with one hand as the other one was holding your leg in place and made you look directly at him. This was hot.
“I want you to watch me plunge into you, I want to see that pretty little face of yours as I show you wonders which you’ve never had before”. James aggressively demanded then let go of your jaw and licked his palm, rubbing you a few times, sending you moaning his name loudly and then thrust into you harshly but slowly. You could not contain your bodily noises as he fucked you so good like this. He began speeding up more and more, and kept making sure you both always kept eye contact by grabbing your face constantly turning it back to him.
“James I’m almost there”. You quivered, staring right into his eyes. You could tell he was too because the veins at the side of his head began showing and in his face he just looked like he was going to burst.
Moments later you went into a highly euphoric state. Twitching like crazy and vision became blurry for a matter of seconds. It was undoubtedly the highest pleasure you’d ever experienced.
James then finished with a loud grunt and then released himself from you, leaving a trail of kisses from your forehead to your breasts before crashing down onto the bed next to you.
After you both calmed down, you turned to look at him as he did the same to you and you caressed his face before gently giving him a kiss.
“Thank you, James, for that. I hope that wasn’t the only time” You admitted, grinning at him as to which he couldn’t help but smile.
“You must know that I may never let you go now, you simply belong to me”.
I watched as James threw the bodies down the chute. I was biting my lip at the sight of him, covered in blood with his sleeves rolled up , without thinking, my hand made its way to my already wet crotch.
James turned around and noticed what I was doing. He made his way towards me, painfully slowly. He towered over me with a giant smirk spread across his lips and placed his hands on the wall behind either side of my head, whispering into my ear, “Now now dear, you know only I’m allowed to do such things to you.“
I looked into his eyes and replied with a line I knew would drive him crazy: "Sorry, sir,” I said smirking.
His eyes widened and he moved his arms from the wall to my hips, pulling me in for a deep kiss before stopping abruptly. I let out a soft whimper at the sudden loss of contact but he quickly silenced me, “Hush darling, why don’t you make your way up to the bedroom so long and I’ll come show you how you can make it up to me.” I quickly obeyed his request, eager to see what he had in store for me.
I made my way up to the bedroom and quickly washed some of the blood off of my face and hands. Just as I slipped into the underwear I know James loved I heard him walk into the room. “Y/N?” I heard him call from the door. “Coming, sweetheart,” I replied before fixing my hair in the mirror and walking out to greet him. When he saw me the lust in his eyes immediately intensified and he took a few quick strides over to me, not even bothering to clean himself up before we started.
“You need to be punished for seducing me in the middle of my time with my victims,” technically he was already done with them but I wasn’t going to tell him that now, not when I could already feel his hard-on against my bare hip.
“Punish me, Mr March.” I could see that I was driving him crazy. He roughly pressed his lips against mine and I started pulling off his suspenders.
“Oh no dearest, not yet,” he said, breaking the kiss and pulling away. I pouted and suddenly realised what he wanted to do.
“Are you sure? I still have a scar from last time…"
"I promise to be more careful,” he said, kissing my neck softly.
I smiled up at him and nodded my head. He laid me down on the bed, still kissing my neck. After I was lying comfortably he reached underneath the bed and pulled out a box. After inspecting the contents for a few seconds he pulled out a glistening stainless steel knife with a black handle. My heart rate increased as he started gliding it along my legs and up to my stomach. My breathing quickened as he neared my neck and moved down my arm. In one fluid motion he cut the lingerie that I was wearing and removed it from my body. I was impressed by his skill but quickly saw his move the knife to the area where my hip mt my thigh. He pressed down and cut a thin line into my skin. I felt the blood drip onto the bed and got aroused by the look that James gave me. After a few more incisions on either side of my waist he stopped with the knife play. He kneeled down in front of me and held onto my waist tightly. Now was the fun part. He licked along the cuts and moved his tongue down ever so slightly. After he finally made his way down to my clit he dove right in, going faster than I expected and turning me on even more. I moaned his name as I already felt the familiar sensation growing in my stomach. He pulled away because he knew that I was almost close.
“James, do you have to be such a tease?!” I whined.
“Dear, have you forgotten why you are here?” He asked, reminding me that I was supposed to be making up for my behavior.
“Sorry, it won’t happen again,” I looked up at him, his expression had softened as he leaned down and pressed his lips to my neck.
He sucked hard as he pulled me up from the bed, never removing his mouth from the sensitive spot between my neck and collar bone. I felt the bruise form as he pulled away.
He started removing his pants and I knew what he wanted. I assisted in removing his trousers and underwear. Once they were off I stared at his length, slowly getting down on my knees. My mouth watered as I waited for him to let me know when to start. Instead, he grabbed my hair in his hands and thrusted into my mouth. I gagged slightly, only turning him on more, as he kept pushing into me. He slowed after a few seconds and I assumed he wanted me to continue. I started bobbing my head on his cock, collecting precum with my tongue and savoring the taste of him. I was deepthroating him when I felt his member twitch. I pulled away and worked him with my hand. He was groaning my name in his husky voice and I opened my mouth when he came, allowing his cum to splutter onto my tongue. I swallowed all of it, looking into his eyes as I did so.
James pulled me up and kissed me roughly, “Y/N, you’re a revelation.”
Request: Can u please make a James March imagine where he’s married to the reader & someone flirts with her & she goes along with it to tease him & he takes her back to their room & “punishes” her for seducing other men ? (You’re the best page on tumblr ILY.)
a/n: ok so i did smut, first time writing it so tell me if its good or nah and i might do more REQUEST CLOSED
WARNING: Smut
Recently your sex life with James has been nonexistent. He’s been too busy mentoring John to even have a nice dinner with you. Tonight is the last straw. He hasn’t shown up yet and you can’t take anymore. You grab your ruby red shawl, draping it around your shoulders while you descend down the golden staircase to the lobby. A handsome man stares at you, smiling, and begins to walk towards you.
He hands you a shot glass, which you gladly accept. “I saw you from across the room and I just had to come talk to you.” He flashes his sparkling teeth, sitting down next to you. His jawline isn’t as sharp as James’, nor is his eyes the same, instead a mix between blue and green. “What’s your name, gorgeous?” He asks, putting his hand on top of yours.
“Y/N. And you, handsome?” You flirt back, moving your hand out of his and taking a chug of your shot. Your hand rests on his wrist as he tells you his name, slowly inching up his gray suit sleeve; his eyes follow your every move, watching with a smirk. “What would you say about going to your room to get to know each other?” You wink. He’s not your husband but you can’t help it, you need some release.
Before the man can answer, your husband towers over the two of you. His face is bright red and his brown eyes are a shade darker, appearing black. “I would highly appreciate if I could speak to MY wife in private.” He fumes, ripping your hand from the man’s suit and dragging you to the elevator. Teasingly, you wave your fingers over your shoulder; James rolls his eyes, shoving you in the small space. “When the doors open, I want you in our room, do you understand, dearest?” He purrs in your ear; you nod, sashaying out of the doors.
As you strut down the hallway, you make sure to sway your hips, smirking when you get in the room. Not even a minute later, the tan door slams behind James. His dress shoes pad on the carpet and he looks at you like an animal about to attack his prey. You cross your legs, sitting on the plush bed.
He peers down, pushing you back on the mattress forcefully. “Now, Mrs. March, what have I told you about seducing other men?” He grunts, running his big hands up your body; you gasp when his fingers plunge in between your breasts, ripping your black dress. A smirk tickles his lips, seeing you fully naked.
Whimpering while his nimble fingers hover above your breasts, you arch your back, aching for contact. “Not to.” You breath, raking your hands down his brown vest, popping the gold buttons. “James, please, I need-” You gasp, feeling one of his long fingers dig into your sex.
Smacking your hand away, he tsks you, puckering his lips. The finger curls in a ‘come here’ motion and you cry out, balling the satin sheets in your fists. “You have been a very, very naughty girl. Disobeying my orders, flirting with other men in my presence… Tonight you will not touch me unless told otherwise, or I will tie you to the bed and leave you, understood?” He snarls, biting your neck hard enough to draw blood; you scream, nodding. “Use your words, darling.”
“Yes, Mr. March!” You moan as he smacks your thigh. He smirks; loving the way his name drips from your lips. Ducking his head, he removes his fingers, popping them into his mouth and sucking your juices. After they’re clean, they latch onto your hips tight enough to create bruises. His tongue soon collides with your pussy, licking a long stripe up the center.
Out of habit, your hand flies to his hair, tugging on the short black curls. His tongue retracts in his mouth and he peers up at you through his thick lashes. “Darling, you disobeyed me again tonight.” He sighs, standing up on his knees; you shake your head. “Ah, what a shame; I was enjoying myself…” He grunts, undoing his ascot from his neck and grabbing your wrist. You struggle, pulling away from the bedpost. “Alas, I warned you, did I not?” He groans, slamming your wrist to the wood and tying it.
You pout, other hand cupping his groin, making his breath hitch. Palming him, he grows aroused, leaning on the bedpost. “Am I being naughty to Mr. March? Is he going to punish me? Hmm?” You smirk, batting your eyelashes as you unzip his trousers. He glares at you, watching you pull his pants down, letting his cock spring free; hard as fuck. “It looks like he wants me just as bad as I want him, does he not?” You mock, wrapping your hand around his dick and pumping it once.
James moans, letting your wrist go. He lines up with your core, ramming into you at a fast pace, not giving any time to adjust to his size. A scream escapes from your lips and you tear his white dress shirt off, so you can drag your nails down his muscular back, surely leaving bright red marks. Sweat forms on his forehead with each thrust, slowly becoming sloppy. “You-are-mine!” He grunts, out of breath.
Whimpers leave your mouth while he empties inside you; his fluid mixing with yours. “James!” You shout; he thrusts into you one last time before pulling out. You both lay beside each other, gazing at the ceiling. “Mrs. March needed you to sex her up.” You pant as your husband smirks. Score one for James Patrick March.
Just to let you know, this will make sence on its own but if you want to know more about James March X Reader, I suggest you check out part 1 🙂
hope you enjoy, this is quite long but its basically smut and violence and umm i think thats it but Im doing headcannons now so request please!
Request from: @saracons87 : Reader is James March’s wife, and she is at the bar when she hears people talking badly about her husband, I guess she will have to do something about that, and then maybe she might get a little reward for it!;) Stay cheeky everyone !
So there you were again, drinking at the bar, trying desperately to pass the time, which was seeming to move at a snails pace. You were mid conversation with Liz when two frat boys walked in, that were staying in room 63, next to James’ office. James had said they had a bad aura about them and you believed him, in fact, you could tell yourself. The moment they sat down their eyes were fixed on you. Liz rolled her eyes,
“Excuse me, Im not a waitress your going to need to come over here.”
Requested by Anonymous: “anything with james related to ultraviolence, pretty please? 😍😍♥️” + “Thank you so much! I was wondering if you could do a James Patrick March x reader one-shot. Where James get jealous because the reader flirts with Ramirez and John Lowe during Devil’s Night leading to angry, jealous sex. With some spanking kink with that cane of his, if that’s okay :)”
A/N: I hope these two were okay to combine! I’m really just trying to get through my older requests as quickly as I can because I’m sure the users who requested them are tired of waiting for me to get my ass into gear, and I thought that there might be a way to combine these. Also, I am so sorry for how fucked up this is? Like… I know, and I’m so sorry! But I hope you can still enjoy? x
So much fucking credit goes to@ahswitchy for not only giving me a story line to go off for the “Ultraviolence” aspect, but as well as incorporating more of the physical aspect of it – and reading it for me before I posted. I honestly don’t think I could have gotten this finished without her assistance.
Title credit: “Ultraviolence” by Lana Del Rey
Where had things gone wrong?
That was the question you often asked yourself when lying awake at night, curled up beside your husband as he slept off the evening’s debauchery. The scent of alcohol permeating the air, the taste of your tears as they mingled in with the iron palate of your blood.
Things hadn’t always been the way they were now. There was a time where you two were happy together, completing each other’s pictures in perfect harmony. A time where bliss overcame any negativity in your life, where he was the one thing that made you feel safe, secure.
You had been
away from the Cortez on a business trip for nearly a week, a trip James March
very much disliked you going on. You had told James that you’d be back on
Friday, but were able to come back a day early.
Walking
through the hotel’s front door, you caught the eye of Liz right away. “Oh
sweetie! You’re back early!” she smiled, putting her book down.
“Yeah, some
conferences got cancelled.” You gave her a quick hug.
“Well, I’m
sure Mr. March will be very happy to see you.” She smirked, which you rolled
your eyes at trying not to giggle.
The elevator
ride up to your and James’s room felt much longer than usual as you adjusted
the little black dress you had purposely changed into this morning for him.
After being gone for six days, you were
feeling quite horny. You and James had a very active sex life and he was
probably aching too, you sped up your walk a bit at the thought. Fumbling with
the room key you unlocked the door with a cheeky grin on your face.
“James?” you
asked softly, kicking off your heels. He wasn’t in the den, but you could hear noise
coming from the bedroom. It sounded like heavy breathing and groaning. You
tiptoed toward the room and poked your head around the corner.
Your breath
caught in your throat, James was spread out on the bed shirtless and with his
pants unbuttoned. A thin layer of sweat covering his body, eyes squeezed shut,
and groaning coming from his lips. He was gripping his cock tightly in one hand,
pumping it slowly, and his other hand grasping the sheets.
“Y/n.” he
whimpered. Your heart fluttered at his words and a smirk reappeared on your
face, an idea popping into your head.
You snuck
over to the side of the bed and got on your knees next to James’ head. You
leaned in close to his face, he was so caught up in his pleasure that he hadn’t
noticed you yet.
You put your
lips next to his ear, and whispered in the sexiest voice you could manage.
“Having fun, baby?”
James’s eyes
popped open and he gasped loudly, clearly shocked by your sudden presence. He
turned abruptly and stared at you with wide eyes, shifting slightly and
partially covered his cock. “Oh, hello darling.” He sighed charmingly. “I
wasn’t expecting you until later.”
“Clearly,”
you giggled. “Just couldn’t wait any longer, huh?”
His cheeks
were tinted slightly pink, but his face didn’t show any hint of
embarrassment. “Well, I’m sure you’ve
been anxious as well. You never stay satisfied for long after all.”
You raised
your eyebrows at his calm demeanor. “Oh James, I wasn’t the one moaning your
name while pleasuring myself.”
James ground
his teeth and growled angrily deep in his chest. He grabbed the back of your
head and pulled you in for a rough kiss. The kiss was heated as he bit your
bottom lip and you bit back harder. You crawled on to the bed, straddling him
and just barely brushing your clothed ass against his cock. He groaned, pulled
then released your bottom lip with his teeth.
“Don’t be a
tease, Y/N.” he said, grasping your hips roughly sure to leave bruises.
James was
already so worked up and you didn’t want to wait a second longer. “No time for
foreplay. I need you inside me now.”
James
chuckled lightly, pulling your dress over your head and pushing your panties
down. You ripped his pants completely off.
“Whatever
you like, darling.”
You grabbed
his cock and stroked it a few times before lowering yourself slowly on to him.
James squeezed your hips and his mouth hung open a bit. You moaned with him, it
had been too long for both of you.
James was
moving your hips and grinding you on him by his own will, moving you side to
side and up and down. He always managed to take charge, even when you were on
top. The fast pace was taking you to the edge fast, being so worked up you knew
it would be a quickie.
“James.” You
moaned, leaning down to kiss his neck. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
James
nodded, groaning when you made a hickey on his collarbone. “Me too, darling.”
You started
riding him faster as he pinched your nipples to pleasure you more. The white
knot was tightening in your lower abdomen, you were going to burst any second.
“Come with
me, Y/N.” James growled, rubbing his thumb over your clit in circles.
His words
pushed you over the edge and your orgasm ripped through your body. Moaning each
other’s names, you finished together in pure bliss. After calming your
breathing, you rolled off of him and rested your head on his chest. His heart
was beating quickly beneath your ear.
“Darling,
you are a revelation.” He moaned, running your fingers through your hair.
requested: yes -request(s): “It would be awesome if someone at the hotel, like while she was walking around, touched the reader in a way she didn’t like, she says stop repeatedly and they don’t. James freaks the fuck out and gets all protective and murders the guy while the reader is just scared. James makes her feel better with sex.” -anon ; “I was thinking a part could be where John is flirting with the reader and James gets all protective (;.” (paraphrased bc im on mobile and can’t copy the request lol) -anon type: smut warnings: dom!james, daddy kink summary: Basically what the requests said– After being harrassed by some of the attendants at the hotel who don’t particularly like you, James finds out all the awful things they’ve been telling his princess, and he becomes furious and comforts you when you’re feeling insecure because of everything they’ve been telling you (; notes: IM SO GLAD YOU GUYS ARE LIKING THIS SERIES OMF IVE HAD SO MANY REQUESTS FOR A 4TH PART YOU GUYS DONT UNDERSTAND HOW HAPPY THAT MAKES ME OML. anyway if u guys like this and want me to keep going with a fifth part hmu lmao x
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Your eyes cracked open, taking in your surroundings. You were laying on the couch in your and James’ living room. You glanced at the clock on the end table, seeing that it was 6:34 PM, and you noticed a small note next to it with your name scrawled in James’ neat cursive.
‘Darling,
I had some business I needed to attend to, but I should be back shortly. Assuming you’ll be hungry when you wake up, seeing as it’s 6:00 now, why don’t you go ahead down to the bar, and I’ll meet you there for dinner by 7.
All my love, James.’
You a smiled a bit at the note, and then set it sound and grabbed your purse to head downstairs. Figuring that James would meet you there within the half hour, you grabbed a seat at the bar and Liz brought you your usual – a glass of Pepsi mixed with 3 vanilla shots and 5 cherries. You’d always ordered that when you first arrived at the hotel, and soon enough, Liz had added it to the menu, and named it, “The Y/N Special.”
You sat there for a while, slowly willing your drink and twirling the straw between your fingers boredly.
“Do you have the time?” you asked Liz after a while.
“7:26, hun. Was Mr. March supposed to meet you?” she inquired, leaning down so she was at your sitting level, holding herself up by resting her arms on the bar.
You nodded and took another sip of your third drink with a sigh. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, I’m sure he’ll be down soon Y/N.”
A couple minutes after, John Lowe, the detective staying at the hotel, took the empty seat next to you. “Hey,” he turned to you with a smile, “Y/N, right?”
“Yup,” you responded, smiling politely back at him. He was just being friendly, right?
“Looking beautiful as always, I see.”
“Oh.. um, thanks,” you said awkwardly, unsure if he was flirting with you or just being nice.
“Can I buy you a drink? You look like you’re almost finished with that.” John said with a small laugh.
“Oh, really no, that’s okay. I’m waiting for someone anyway, he should be down soon.”
“No, no, really. I insist.”
You shrugged to yourself. It was just a free drink, it’s not like he was offering to buy you lingerie or dildos. You tried to convince yourself he was just being friendly – you loved your boyfriend and accepting a drink from John wouldn’t change that.
“Liz?” he called. “Another drink for Y/N please. Add it to my bill.”
Liz shot you a questioning look, but made the drink and slid it over to you anyway. Time passed and what started with awkward small talk with you and John, soon became a slightly drunken full blown conversation, with one of you laughing every few minutes or so. Liz kept coming by to “check on you” but you knew she was just making sure nothing bad was happening between you two. She knew you would never in a million years want to cheat on James, but here you were, bored and still waiting for him, a little drunk, and having fun talking to John.
“You know this is really fun, we should do this again.” John smiled, leaning back and taking another sip of his beer.
“Oh, I mean this is fun and all but I’m not sure my boyf-” you started, but suddenly John leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss. You immediately began to pull away, but John was ripped away from you first.
“Just what do you think you’re doing with her?”
You instantly recognized the voice, and your eyes grew wide, not knowing what he’d do.
“J-Jesus, I’m sorry man I didn’t know she was taken.” John stuttered, tossing some money on the bar and standing up. “It was nice talking with you Y/N.”
James stood in his spot, fuming and not saying anything. You played with your now sweaty hands in your lap, waiting for him to speak. “James?” you cautiously asked, as the silence continued.
James didn’t turn towards you, but instead to the bar. “Liz, please have the kitchen send our usual to our room. Y/N and I have some things to discuss. Just put her drinks on my tab.” He grabbed your your hand and started walking back towards the room.
“Please just say something. I pulled away, it didn’t mean anything to me.” You told him as the two of you almost reached your room. He stayed silent, and you couldn’t tell if he was pissed, upset, a combination, or neither.
“James, I’m sorry. I love you so much, you know I never would have-”
Suddenly James cut you off.
“Get undressed and go lie on our bed.”
“W-what?”
“I said, get undressed and go lie on our bed.” he repeated.
“You’re… not mad?” you asked quietly, unsure of how to react.
“For God’s sake, of course I’m mad, just not at you. Now do as I told you to, I’ll be in in a minute.”
You bit your lip and walked into your room, stepping out of your shoes and letting your hair down as you walked. You shed your jeans, pulled your top over your head, and just as you started to unclip your bra, you felt a cold pair of hands land on your shoulders and sensually slide down to undo it. He scooped you up and brought you over to the bed, but stayed standing to start unbuckling his belt. You had to admit that seeing him like that sent a tingle right in between your legs, so you slowly reached down and started rubbing your clit through your panties.
“Ah ah,” James said sternly, leaning down to push your hand away. “No. Not tonight.” You knew he was only being extra dominant because he was angry at John, but you honestly couldn’t get enough of this.
Once James was fully undressed, he climbed on top of you, and crashed his lips to yours. You immediately threw your arms around his neck and threaded your fingers into his dark hair.
His lips traveled down to the skin between your breats, leaving a trail of wet kisses and hickeys all over you. “You like that?“ he murmured. You nodded your head vigorously, and in reply James slipped his fingers under he waistband of your panties and pulled them down.
“James, please,” you groaned out.
“Say my name again,” he growled,reaching one hand down to your pussy and pushing slow, hard circles into your clit.
"Oh-Ohh, fuck, James” you moaned again, feeling close to what you knew would be one of many orgasms that night. Just as you hit the edge of your climax, he removed his hand completely. “James!” you whined, tempted to just finish yourself off. But, of course you didn’t, because you knew James was in no mood for that tonight. Whenever he was angry he was extremely dominant.
"Maybe if you hadn’t been flirting with that son of a bitch earlier, I would’ve let you cum.“
"James, come on. How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?” you asked, feeling guilty but also annoyed. It’s not like you actually did anything.
"Why don’t you get on your knees and show me how sorry you are instead, darling.“ he responded, an evil looking grin playing on his lips.
You smirked back at him and dropped to a kneeling position in front of him. “Open.” he commanded sternly, tapping your lips with the tip of his index finger. You gladly did as he told you to and parted your lips. James thrusted into your mouth quickly, and your eyes widened a bit at the sudden feeling. Your hand immediately went to grip the base of his cock, but he was doing most of the work. You wiggled your tongue in your mouth a bit, teasing his tip, and James moaned at the feeling you were giving him. His eyes were closed and his hands woven into your hair, and you could tell he was getting close. You hollowed your cheeks around his dick, and just when he was about to cum, he pulled out and started pumping himself.
"You wanna cum on my tits?“ you asked innocently, licking your lips. And before James could even reply, he released his load all over your chest with a loud groan.
You stood up and began walking towards the bathroom, looking back at James with a smirk. “Come shower with me?“
James grinned, and easily caught up with you. His hand came down on your ass with a harsh smack, and then slid over to rest on your hip. You pushed the bathroom door closed behind the two of you, and James reached for the faucet to turn on the hot water. Just as you pushed down the lock, you felt his arms snake around your waist and his head rest in the crook between your neck and shoulder, breathing in your scent.
You turned to face him and his lips immediately met yours in a frantic and passionate kiss. James’s hands gripped your butt, and lifted you up to his waist. You wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck. Slowly, careful not to hurt you, James stepped into the stream of hot water. You let the hot water run over your chest, and James leaned down to press wet kisses to your collarbones. A quiet moaned slipped out of your lips, and in response, James began scattering hickeys all over you, starting at your neck and traveling downwards until he had one of your nipples in his mouth. Once he was finished, he pulled his head back to admire his work. "To let everyone know who you belong to,” he whispered.
“I need you,” you replied, squeezing your hands around his neck tighter to keep yourself at the same height as him.
“Then you’ll have me.” James said, pushing into you roughly. “Mm…darling, you are a revelation.”
You leaned your head back against the wall of the shower and moaned loudly, as James continued pounding into you. You reached your hand down to your clit, and quickly rubbed your wet fingers over the sensitive spot. Your stomach practically did backflips as you brought yourself closer and closer to your orgasm. James let out a gasp as he came inside you. He kept fucking you, desperate to make sure your came as well, and you clenched around him as you felt your own orgasm taking over.
“Oh, fuck James,” you groaned out, reaching your hands, that were previously around his neck, up to your boobs and gripped them harshly as you rode out your climax.
The two of you stayed there, panting, for a few minutes, before James pulled out and gently placed you on the floor of the shower. He turned off the water and stepped out to grab you both towels. “Here, my love. I’m sorry to leave so soon, but I have some work I need to attend to.”
You grabbed the towel with a pout, “Right now? Can’t it wait?”
James leaned down to kiss your forehead. “It cannot, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be back soon, dearest.” And with that, James turned towards the door. “I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you, too.” you sighed, but James had already closed the door behind him. You stepped out and got dressed again, and by the time you walked out of the bathroom, you saw that James’s towel was on the bed, one of his dresser drawers was open, and he was gone. You closed the drawer, tossed his towel into the hamper, and laid back on his bed to wait. You weren’t sure how long his “work,” whatever it was, was going to take, so you figured you may as well take a nap. You were exhausted after almost every time you had sex with James, so it didn’t take much for you to fall asleep once you were under the covers and had closed your eyes.
Ales than an hour later, your eyes shot open to the ringing of the phone on the nightstand. You rolled over with a groan, and picked it up. “Hello?”
“Y/N?” Liz asked, even though she knew that it was obviously you, “You need to come downstairs right now– it’s James.”
HEY IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT OH MY GOD OK ill link parts 1 2 & 3 at the top in case you haven’t read them yet but I hope you guys liked part 4 🙂 I know EXACTLY where I’m going with this series thing now, which is why I ended this part the way I did lol so probably you all are getting tired of this whatever it is, but I’m defintely making a part 5 lmao. even though it’s a smut series I kinda wanna add more storyline (like things like pregnancy, engagement/wedding, either James or Y/N having an affair, a threesome, etc have been suggested, and hint !! I’m planning on one of these for the next part 😏😏 have fun figuring out which) so let me know any other ideas you have, I love hearing your guys suggestions!! ❤️ xx -l
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.”
Genre: Smut, but, like…dark. Angsty scary horror smut. It’s AHS, after all.
Rating: R. NC-17. No little ones allowed!!!!!
Summary: After an especially bad panic attack, there’s really only one thing you can think of that can bring you back to normal. And so you draw in a steadying breath, look your lover square in his face, and ask, “How would you kill me?”
Warnings/Notes: This has been rattling around the inside of me head since the start of the month but I’m only just now getting around to finishing it. There’s talk of murder in here, and blood, and suicide, but the sex is consensual and non-coerced, at least? If you can get through American Horror Story you’ll probably be fine.
You were choking.
The walls closed in until they crushed
you. There was no escape, no air, no hope. Your heart pounded in your
chest like a creature trying to escape a cage. It was too fast. Any
minute now it would explode, filling your chest with blood and shreds
of tissue, and you would assuredly die. Already there was a lead
weight on your chest, caving it in, crushing you. You couldn’t sit up
straight, couldn’t draw a breath, couldn’t stop the choking sobs.
You were the only one in the room, but you could feel every foul
presence in the hotel bearing down on you. Each one licked its lips
and bared its teeth and stretched out its grasping claws towards you.
My Type is Homicidal 