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hello! welcome to my very vague get to know me :)
my name is arabella, i go by ara, but either names are acceptable! my pronouns are she/her, and ive been writing for years.
faq's:
⇀ whose your bias?
i love all, but jungkook <3 mf got a death grip on me.
⇀ when did you begin stanning BTS?
roughly november 2018! i remember the LY answer tour was ending and my first comeback was persona.
⇀ do you accept requests?
i have not in the past due to the way i write, but as of NOW i am accepting requests! there is no guarantee i will use one, but if i do i will be sure to contact/tag you when it is posted! In order to submit a request, either dm me or send it anonymously in my "ask".
⇀ wHeN aRe YoU gOiNg tO pOsT?¿
i am adhd ridden and unmedicated 😀 so as much as i'd like to say i'm consistent, i am not. i go through periods where writing and managing this account is all i do and then there's periods where i completely forget it exists. please be considerate and understanding, i have a job and am a full time student, i have a lot going on! turn on my notifications, request to be on the taglist, and please be patient with me <3
about me!
⇀ i am 18+ and a college student 👩🎓
⇀ i started writing fanfiction in 2015 😮💨 i was first on wattpad, moved to instagram, and now im on tumblr!
⇀ i watch tons of film and anime 🕺
⇀ i love exercising, fashion, art, and animal crossing.
⇀ plant mom <3
ending remarks:)
- i create all of my photo covers, and all of my gifs are from pinterest. if you're interested in what apps i use or how i make something please dm me, this stuff if not easy so i understand 🙏
- i am always welcome to feedback and comments so long as it is positive or constructive criticism.
- thank u so much for reading! if i did not answer your question or satisfy your curiosity feel free to send me an ask, comment, or dm me :)
have a wonderful day! - ara <3
@yes-divine-ruler made me do itt
Nickname: Kay, Kaydibear, idiot
sign: Scorpio
Height: 5'6½
Last thing I googled: Why did Gacey do it
# of followers: Idk tbh but on wattpad i have 20 I think
song stuck in my head: Neva Cared- Polo G
Hours of sleep: It varies 3-12
Dream Job: Idk tbh
Movie or book that summarizes me: Idfk tbh 🤣
wearing: Nirvana shirt and black shorts
fav song currently: Promise- Ciara
Aesthetic: Grunge skater girl, blood core ig idk
fav author: @yes-divine-ruler, @ppawmpkin, @kittenwalker
random fun fact: Im both mature yet immature all at once
Do it rn. @ppawmpkin love you 💙
served delivered ate it all up, no crumbs, yall could never.
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
Taglist/ @v-love @evanpetersfav @demxnicprxncess @kitwalkersgfff @quicksilversg1rl @dahmevan @charsdunkie @iruzias @alexxavicry @soaringcloud @laynna-mcknight @slimshadyvol2 @simp4petermaximoff @happyto-die
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.