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

request by @demxnicprxncess <3

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

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Word count: 2296

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

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

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

"James?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you love me James?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It took James a moment to reply.

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

shower sex with tate 😉

Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader Smut - "Every Inch" (18+)

cw: fingering Taglist/ @v-love @evanpetersfav @demxnicprxncess @kitwalkersgfff @quicksilversg1rl @dahmevan @charsdunkie @iruzias @alexxavicry @soaringcloud @laynna-mcknight @slimshadyvol2 @simp4petermaximoff @happyto-die

word count: 1107

"Are you coming?" 

You poked your head around the corner of the door frame to see Tate with his nose in a book, supporting the back of his head with his bicep as he lay cross-legged on the bed. 

"Hm?" He barely even noticed the shower was running, not enough for it to excite him anyway. 

"I said, are you coming to shower?" you step out from behind the doorframe, your arms crossed over your bare chest in amusement. Tate would normally never pass up the opportunity to shower with you, let alone gawk at you naked, but this book had him absolutely enamoured. 

When he didn't respond, you sauntered to the edge of the bed, sitting by his side. 

"Byron?" you ask, as Tate shakes the cover with its torn dust jacket at you, "The Castles of Athlin and Dunbayne," he mutters, flicking the page. 

Beginning to become frustrated, you place your overstretched hand on the tanned pages of the book, Tate finally averting his gaze from the book to your face. He looked irritated at first, until his eyes raked over your bare breasts, and then the book was almost flung across the room. 

"Are we having a shower?" he asks excitedly, rising from the bed and kicking off his shoes. 

"Yes, I asked you like a million times," you exaggerate, watching as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. 

"Fuck yeah," he reaches out to grab a hold of your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you into his chest. 

"Okay come on, we're wasting water," you giggle as his lips tickle the skin at the crook of your neck. 

"Race ya," he shoots you a cheeky smile, before disappearing into the bathroom, forcing you to follow.

You stand by the hob step of the shower as you admire Tate, his eyes squeezed shut and his hands running through his blonde curls as he soaks under the shower head. Stepping in quietly, you suddenly wrap your arms around his waist, causing him to jump in surprise. 

"Shit! You scared me," his eyes open, and he chuckles, before leaning down and kissing you. 

 “Loofah?” you ask him, holding out your hand so he can fulfil your request. He reaches behind him to retrieve the loofah hung on the cold-water tap, and then hands it to you with his bar of soap. 

“Tate, I told you- I’m not using your soap,” you whine. He pouts at your rejection of his soap bar but puts in back in the soap dish anyway. 

“I’m not getting my hair wet either,” you warn him, pointing an accusing finger at his chest. He liked to fully submerge you under the running water even when you weren’t washing your hair just to annoy you, but today, you weren’t up for any of his mischief. 

“Yes ma’am, I promise,” he placed a hand sincerely on his chest as if he was taking an oath, until they both reached down to rest back on your hips. He watched with his bottom lip between his teeth as you lathered your loofah in body wash and handed it back to him. He enjoyed washing you because it made him feel like he was taking care of you, but it also meant he could fondle your naked, wet body, which happened to feel like heaven to his senses. 

He started at your neck, lathering to your shoulders, and then to your breasts, his tongue poking out between his teeth as he concentrated on scrubbing every single square inch of your body.  He paid extra close attention to your chest, his hand that wasn’t using the loofah coming up to give your breast a quick squeeze. You couldn’t help but let out a small moan; his wet hand sliding against your sensitive skin left your head feeling foggy.  

Showering with Tate was never just a shower. He always got so fully immersed in the intricacies of your body that he couldn’t help but press his lips to almost every piece of exposed skin. His kisses had your head falling back to rest on the shower wall, as his fingers and the loofah only descended further down your body. He washed your stomach, your thighs, your legs, and when he’d finally dropped the loofah in a lustful haze, both of his hands continued to explore, until his fingertips found your already throbbing clit. Your hands shot up to grasp onto his shoulders as his chin rested on one of yours. 

His fingers gently slotted between your slick folds, lathering the soap on his hands from one end to the other, finishing on your clit, where he began to rub slow, steady circles. Your back arched to press your dripping chest to his as he lets out a low moan into your shoulder, his teeth leaving a small bite mark in your smooth skin. Nothing turned him on more than pleasuring you. 

“Do you like how my fingers feel?” the mood changed from playful to lustful when he continued his sweet assault on your sensitive bundle of nerves with one hand, his other coming up to knead the tissue of your breast. 

“Oh my god- yes, Tate,” you couldn’t muster out a sentence, as your arousal builds unbearably, overstimulating all of your senses. Tate reads your body language and chooses the right time to slip his fingers from your clit to your entrance. You moan in sync as two of his fingers enter you to the knuckle, stretching out your pulsing walls blissfully as he backs you against the tiled backsplash. 

You lift a leg to hook around his hip as his fingers begin thrusting in and out of you, this thumb resting back against your clit deliciously.  You melt into a mewling mess as Tate expertly curls his fingers inside you, the repeated action forcing you to dig your nails into his shoulders for some kind of leverage. His pace quickens, every vigorous dig into your sweet spot chasing you closer to your undoing. 

“Tate please, I’m cumming,” you felt Tate smile against your skin and plant a gentle kiss on your neck before intense waves of pleasure coursed through your body, your thigh quivering as it tried to stay hooked against Tate’s hip. Coming down from your orgasm, Tate’s fingers abandon you, and you couldn’t help but feel the dreaded longing for them to return. 

But Tate was quick to change the subject, even with his erection, throbbing, and flush against his stomach, he went to grab the shampoo bottle from the ledge. 

“Wash my hair?” he asks with a bright smile. 

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

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

Virgin| Kai Anderson x FEM!Reader x James March

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

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

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

Part 2

I love this man so much tbh

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hi love! i really like all the fics you have written and i saw you were doing requests and i swear i died of happiness for a second. can you please do bottom!Tate X dom!Y/N, where Tate has a mommy kink and their at his house eating dinner and he keeps teasing her and she 'drops her fork' and sucks him off under the table? it's totally okay if you don't do this btw! but if you do, then thank you love <3.

YESSSS I BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONEEEE

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Under the Table (Tate x FEM!Reader)

warnings: its in the request but smut, public?, mommy kink, oral (m), Teasing, begging

I sat down the blonde slut sitting across from me. As mean as it sounds, I'm calling him a slut because he thinks it's cute to flaunt about with flirty eyes and cocky smirks. He knows just what the fuck he's doing, and I'll be the one to slap that shit eating grin off of his little face. "Hello (name)" I sat beside Constance and smiles. "Yeah, hey pretty girl." I glared at him. "Hi Tate." He watched me intensely as I took a sip of the water his mother provided for me. "So, (name) may I ask what you see in my son? Considering he's dead." I chuckled suddenly remembering I was eating with a ghost and his very much alive mother. I felt his leg slide up mine and touch the inside of my thighs, nearing my sensitive feminine area. I looked under the table and seen his hand in his pants only to look up and see his eyes boring into mine making me shift. His eyes dropping to his little whiney ones that he uses on me when I ride him till his dick is dripping with cum, his chest is moving up and down as I fuck the life out of him. I'm interrupted of my sinful thoughts by the harlot sitting across from me. "Are you okay?" I nodded and looked back down at my food. "You never answered my question..." Constance announced. "Well, my dear, I'll be back I need to go get my cigarettes from my house." I took the opportunity to 'drop' my fork. "Alright, hurry back Ms. Langdon." I glared back at the slut across from me. "Tate." He looked slightly flushed and scared, "What's wrong? I just need to grab my fork." He kept his eyes on me, "I need to go pee, I'll be right back." I glared at him, "You'll sit, and you'll sit down right now you fucking harlot." His face grew a bit rosy as I spewed my harsh words at him. I went under the table seeing his boner growing more and more as I crawled closer to him. I unzipped his pants slowly and unbuttoned them, pulling his dick out of his tight boxers. "What are you doing?" I chuckled and muttered a hush as I heard the door opening and Constance walking to the table. "Where is she Tate?" "I-in the bathroom" He slightly stumbled over his words as I took the chance to lick his slit, grabbing the base as I pushed him to the back of my throat sucking and hollowing my cheeks while Constance lectured him. "Tate, I swear to God if you fuck this up, she sees what no one else does. Don't run her off." He nodded. "Fuck, momma please..." I smirked on his cock knowing he was referring to me "Excuse me Tate?" "I mean please, oh my god momma, please just go I have it under control." She looked at him and then slightly to the bathroom. "The bathroom door is open Tate." I felt his thighs tremble while I had him completely in my mouth threatening to spill his seed deep down my throat; Sure enough, he did. I felt the metalic salty yet sweet liquid spill down my throat. "Well Tate, instead of having an orgasm in front of your mother, you could've asked me to leave." I slid from under the table on his side in front of him. "I apologize Ms. Langdon." "I'll be going as I assume that I'm not momma." I watched as she walked out. "Alright slut, go to the room, I want you completely naked on my bed like the needy whore you are baby." He quickly stood up, "Yes, momma." I smiled and kissed his nose watching him run to my room. He's a slut but he's my slut.

Boy in the Halls Cooper Day x FEM!Reader

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Character makes decisions I'll make so go ahead and poke fun.

Part two Part one here

The next day I seen him in the hall again and went to see him again and even apologize for overreacting yesterday. But as soon as I seen him, I seen Emma walk straight up to him and just inhale his face. My heart broke as I watched. I heard soft giggles and then Emma turning around and practically barking "I didn't know the kids were around." I noticed as Cooper looked at me and I turned around walking away and into the bathroom. I just sat myself in the stall as I felt tears streaming down my face. "What did I do wrong?" I wiped my face not quite understanding why I was crying. "(name, I can't go into the girl's bathroom but uh are you okay?" I stood up walking out pushing him out of the way and going to class. After class I left with some friends, they passed me a joint which I gratefully hit. I watched as Cooper walked up to us and stuck his hand out making me hand it to him. After his hit he gave it back to the first girl. "Cooper Day." I heard Emma's annoying voice call his name. "Hey." She glared at him while I once again took my hit passing it back. "Oh yeah, I'm supposed to kiss you, it's cooler." He leaned in making me turn around but then I heard her again. I completely cut he off and kept smoking. I heard everyone oohing and ahhing assuming they kissed. I watch her turn around pulling him into her to make out. I lost it again and walked away, Cooper following behind me. "Wait, are you okay?" I glared at him and then kept walking. "Look, I have something to do I'll talk to you later okay?" I just ignored him and kept walking. I walked down the hall to my locker making him notice me, I noticed he had a paper in his hand which could only be his little thing for the school writing bullshit Emma was in. Shit my locker jammed. "Hey, uh Cooper, do you think you could help me with this?" I watched as he looked at the door to the journaling room, great I was going to put last again. I sighed looking down and hit my locker to make it open, it didn't. "FUCKING HELL" I wanted to kill everyone at this point what the literal fuck was going on in my life. I heard Cooper mumble a "dammit" before walking to me ripping up the paper in his hands before pulling me into a kiss. I did the only thing I knew to do. Push him. "What the hell Cooper?" He looked at me sightly guilty but then I kissed him again running my fingers into his hair. "Cooper what the fuck are you doing?" He turned around but I kissed him again. I heard Emma walk off before he pulled away. "Wow, you kiss better than her." I frowned at him. "I'm joking." I smiled at him. "I gotta go Cooper Day." He smiled at me.

I got a call from Natalie and answered. "Hey girl-" I heard a laugh, "Wow, I could've sworn I was a dude." I laughed and looked at the phone. "What do you want?" "You to come over." I thought for a minute before asking my mom to drive me. "She said I'd have to stay the night Coop." "okay then." I laughed and hung up getting a little bag together. Once I got there I knocked, and his mom opened the door. "Oh, hey.." "Mom no. She's coming with me." I laughed as he drug me to his room. "Wowww, it's dark." He glared at me. "You're pretty." I smiled at him. "You're cute" I felt his lips on mine again laying me back while he rested inbetween my legs kissing me gently.

I was in for a night of kisses and cuddles nonstop huh?