#jamesmarch

[x-childish-x]

Hi there! I would like to see what James March would be like being stalker or jealous with the girl he likes 🥵🙏🏻😩

Dead Serious

Pairing: James Patrick March x fem!reader

Fandom: American Horror Story

Warnings: female!reader, stalker!James, creepy!James, creeper actions, sulking, jealousy, mentions to violence and murder

Word Count: 809

A/N: Enjoy the 400 follower spoil-fest!!!! Hello lovely! I kind of combined them both and twisted them a little. I hope you enjoy this and that it's what you wanted. Thank you so much for all the support and love! Enjoy! Feedback is always welcome and encouraged!

Summary: James can't help but shoot his shot after watching you from the shadows for weeks.

(gif not mine!)

You'd been sulking all night, sitting at the bar as you watched Donovan flit around the party. He stayed close to the Countess' side, kissing her more often than you wanted to see. Donovan had been the first to formally introduce himself to you, and try to make friends, but it didn't take long to realize he was off-limits.

James watched you from afar, as he had been since the beginning of your three-week stay at the Hotel Cortez. He'd been too afraid to reveal himself to you yet, but he'd banned all ghosts from touching you. More often than not, James found himself often contemplating the reality of killing Donovan each time he saw your puppy eyes following the immortal man. It made him sick and angry and, dare he say, upset. The uncertainty of his emotions was the exact reason that James had stuck to watching you like a stalker over the past two and a half weeks.

You ordered yet another drink from Liz, unknowingly impressing Mr. March with your alcohol tolerance. Grumbling under your breath at the sight of Donovan kissing the Countess yet again, your heart sunk deeper and deeper into your stomach. It was stupid to fuss over a taken man, but besides Liz, he'd been the only openly nice one to you.

James knew it was not only dumb but also dangerous to -stalk- admire a human woman such as yourself. Yet, he couldn't help it. Without revealing his form, James'd followed you everywhere and admiring every single thing you did. You were better than any drug he could've ever gotten, and seeing you watch the Countesses lover boy made him rage his jealousy. Every time your beautiful, sparkling eyes flicked to the immortal amateur, James had to stop himself from committing yet another murder.

"Why so glum, darling?" The thick accent of a handsome stranger washed over you as he sat next to you.

Slamming back the rest of your drink, you shamelessly looked the man up and down as you twirl your straw in between your perfectly painted nails, "I can't ever seem to find the right guy. They always end up kissing someone else."

James seethed with anger despite being impressed by your forwardness. Why wasn't he your type? He'd been watching you for weeks! He could tell you anything you asked! He could tell you about your favorite snack combination, or the way you always put your right sock on first, or the way your upper lip would twitch while you focused on work. It was true, this was the first time you were seeing him, so you could just barely be deciding if he was your type, but still, why didn't you want to kiss him?

"You can kiss me."

You laugh at James, your smile doing just enough to convince the man to not kill you for laughing at him.

"I wasn't joking," James speaks darkly, why don't you want to kiss him?

"Oh," Your smile slowly fades, as you notice that James was being dead serious, "Well, I never kiss a man without knowing his name first."

Of course, James already knew that. How could he not know that with how much he'd been watching you. He smiles dashingly, "The names March, James March."

"Well, Mr. March, it's a pleasure to meet you," You extend out your hand, "I'm (Y/n) (Y/l/n)."

Instead of shaking your hand, James brings it to his lips to press a gentle kiss to your fingers, "Tell me, darling. Am I the right guy? Cause I certainly won't kiss anyone else."

Your cheeks flare red, making James' smile widened. Your cheeks flare up the same way late at night when your hands sneak below the covers too-- "One kiss never hurt anyone, has it?"

James chuckles lightly, "No, it hasn't."

You both lean in, slightly too urgent for the kiss. Perhaps it's the lack of attention you've been receiving and James' excessive attention he's been dying to give from the shadows. Your lips lock in perfect sync, pulling soft whimpers from your perfect lips.

James pulls you onto his lap as his hands tangle in your hair. Your surroundings slowly fade as the only thing you can focus on is James. His lips on yours, his one hand in your hair and the other roaming your body. You're not sure where this man came from and how you didn't notice him before, but you're beyond glad he joined you at the bar. Something about his name rings a warning bell in the far back of your mind, but the taste of him in your mouth throws all caution to the wind.

If only you knew that you were kissing one of the most dangerous serial killers in the world. That James Patrick March was dead serious in more than one way.

General Taglist: @nowthisisdark​ @techssexythighs​

[americxn]

Rainy Days with the Evans

❀ fluff/light smut ❀

TATE LANGDON

- Tate would wake you up by climbing on top of you and presenting you with a plate of toast done just the way you liked it and you would smile sleepily, sitting up and pressing a morning kiss to his lips. - You would sit together in bed, talking quietly and feeding each other toast, the sound of the rain pounding against the windows getting louder and louder, making you feel warm and cozy. - Neither you or Tate liked the rain very much (it literally doesn’t make a difference to Tate whether it rained or not as he’s stuck inside anyways) and so it gave you the perfect excuse to do something that you had been wanting to do together for a long time, but you were so caught up in school and work to have gotten the chance: a movie day. - So, after eventually getting out of bed, you would spend the rest of the morning making a blanket fort, lining the inside with pillows, blankets and fairy lights, before the two of you would race downstairs to the kitchen and (forgetting lunch) would spend the next hour baking cookies, a process that ended with the both of you covered in flour. - The rest of the day is spent cuddled together in your fort, munching on your cookies and making your way through a list of classic movies on your laptop, only stopping every hour or so to run down the stairs and make large mugs of hot chocolate before retreating back into the cozy space and resuming your film. - Eventually, you would both fall asleep in your blanket fort, the sound of the rain and whatever film was playing on your laptop lulling you both to sleep, cuddled up together surrounded by cookie crumbs and empty mugs.

KIT WALKER

- You would spend all morning in bed, neither of you wanting to leave the comfort of each others arms before finally crawling out of bed at noon and making lunch. - (You both stay in your pajamas of course, not even bothering to brush your hair) - PAINTING - Neither of you are any good at it but when it rains heavily, Kit would go and rummage through your small attic, crying out triumphantly when he found the old set of paints and brushes the two of you had bought years ago and never used.   - After a few hours of trying to paint something of resemblance, you both give up, getting bored. - That is until you decide that he would look cute with paint splattered down his face. - He would gasp as you flicked the red paint covered brush at his cheek and you would giggle, commenting on how adorable he looked with his still sleep-disheveled hair and paint-splattered face. - This would, of course, turn into a paint war, and after half an hour of chasing one another around the kitchen, paint and brushes in hand, trying to cover the other in the most colours, he would grab you and kiss you deeply. - You would run your paint-covered hairs through his hair, leaving colourful streaks as he walked you to the table whilst kissing you deeply and lay you down upon it, declaring that he was to make you “my own personal canvas”.  - And that he did, before dragging you to the edge of the table and fucking you into oblivion, leaving the kitchen table smeared with different coloured paints <3. - Round two would then commence in the shower as you washed the colourful paint splatters and handprints off each others bodies, thoroughly enjoying one another from the warmth of the shower whilst the rain falls heavily outside. KYLE SPENCER (post-death)

- You and Kyle love going on walks together, it’s one of your favourite things to do with one another and you try to get outside for at least an hour a day. - It started after Madison and Zoe brought him back to life; Kyle became attached to you instantly and pretty soon you felt the same way about him, a strong urge to protect him and never leave his side having overcome you. - So, when you took it upon yourself to try and reteach Kyle basically everything so that he could function as a part of society, you decided that he would probably benefit from being outside. Watching other people go about their daily lives, learning about nature and all that. He very quickly became obsessed with birds and always asked you to teach him the different kinds, trying to imitate their singing when you heard them outside. - So, upon waking up one morning to torrential downpour, he was quite upset when he tried to drag you from bed, insisting in grunts and broken words that you get dressed for your morning walk, only to have you pull his arm from yours gently and snuggle back under the covers. - “Ky, it’s raining.” You tried to reason with him, sleepily. “Come back to bed and we can go on two walks tomorrow when the weather is nicer.”  - He tried to argue with you for several minutes before whining and flopping back down on the bed beside you, sighing angrily but still gathering you up in his arms and allowing you to sleep for another hour, him just listening to the rain pounding of the windows and the sound of your soft breathing. - Later that day, you finally get out of bed, getting dressed and ready, Kyle going through your morning routine with you before heading downstairs to the kitchen to make food for you both. - An hour or so later, as Kyle begins to get more and more agitated from sitting around, you ask him if there is anything he would like to do and, after a few frustrating minutes of Kyle trying to articulate what he wants, he finally runs up to your shared bedroom and returns with a book about birds, placing it in your lap and peering at you expectantly.  - You open your arms to him with a smile and you cuddle up together on the couch as you begin to read, playing softly with his hair as he listens intently as you recite the contents of a chapter about nest-making, which Kyle seems very excited by. - When you both get bored of reading, you watch TV for a while until you notice Kyle’s repeated longing glances at the large windows and the heavy rain beyond. - You sigh, catching his attention before you take his hand and lead him upstairs again, dressing him in a thick woolen sweater, hat and scarf before wrapping yourself up warm too. You race down the stairs after Kyle who had caught onto what you planned on doing and was already in the process of pulling on his shoes and a rain coat before you reached him, stopping him as he threw open the front door and making him wait whilst you put on your own shoes and coat. - You spend the next half an hour running about in the rain, splashing in the deep puddles that had formed on the sidewalk and laughing breathlessly with one another, only stopping when you attack your boyfriend with a hug, bringing your wet lips to his. - When you pull away from the kiss, you notice how blue his lips were getting and take this as a sign that you should go back inside and get warm. - The both of you are soaked through and shivering so you go inside, Kyle protesting briefly before giving in and following you, discarding your sodden clothes at the front door and running naked through the house to the bathroom where you draw a bath, Kyle eyeing you hungrily as you lean over the side of the bath to run the water.

JIMMY DARLING - Since everyone else in the show despise the rain as it means that they are stuck in their trailers (caravans? idk what to call them) all day, you and Jimmy love it and the time that it gives the both of you to spend together. - Jimmy is usually quite busy rehearsing and performing and most days you just sort of trail after him for a few hours before retiring to your shared caravan, waiting until you get to watch your lover and all your friends perform in the evening. - On a rainy day, you would wake to the sound of the rain hammering against the outsides of your trailer and would smile, cuddling up to Jimmy and waiting for him to wake up. - When he finally did, he would grin and pull you out of bed, the both of you hurrying to throw on some clothes and eat whatever food you had in the trailer before throwing open your caravan doors and splashing down onto the soaked ground. - You would then chase each other to the nearby lake, already frozen through with the rain but not caring as you jumped onto Jimmy’s back and let him run the rest of the way as you held onto him tightly. - When you reached the lake, you would jump off his back and turn to him, Jimmy taking this opportunity to kiss you deeply, the rain pouring down around you and into the lake, setting the surface to ripple and splash incessantly. - Without hesitation, you would pull on Jimmy’s shirt and he would tug it off, discarding it on the muddy ground which was soon joined by his pants, before ridding you of all your clothes, laughing as you danced around in the rain in nothing but your underwear. - The next hour was spent swimming around in the frigid water, splashing one another and wrestling in the lake before you cling onto him, wrapping yourself around his body neatly and kissing him, pulling on his sodden hair as he kissed you back, slipping his tongue in your mouth and exploring you lazily. - He knew that this drove you insane so when you whined and slipped down his body slightly, rubbing yourself against him, he took no time in moving your underwear to the side and filling you with one deep thrust. - This was why you both loved the rain so much. Because you were usually always surrounded by your friends, eating with them and rehearsing with them and because of the close proximity of your caravans, you even had to be careful to keep noise to a minimum at night. - But here, all sound drowned out immediately by the falling rain and all your friends hidden away inside from the wet and cold, you could make all the noise you wanted. And make noise you did.

JAMES MARCH

- James doesn’t really care for the rain. Because he can’t go outside the hotel grounds anyway, it doesn’t make a difference to him whether it rains or not. But you love the rain, and in the past you would sit at the window in your shared room and sigh as the rain fell beyond the glass as James worked in his office attached to your room. - But, the last time it rained, you decided that you would try to expose the wonders of the rain to James, seeking him out at midday by walking the long corridors and shouting for him until he appeared.  - “What is it, dearest?” He would ask somewhat frantically, scanning you for injuries before you walked up to him, letting him tuck you into his arms and saying, “I’m bored. And it’s raining. Are you busy right now?” - “Well, that just won’t do,” he would chuckle in your ear, walking you backwards in an embrace. “I suppose I could take the rest of the day off.” - You would pull away from him, excited, and bring your lips to his briefly before grabbing his hand and pulling him down the hallway, then down another and another until you reached the elevator, which you took to the very top floor of the hotel that was rarely used and was often left vacant.   - There was a little set of stairs at the far end of the hallway that led up to the roof of the hotel and this was where you headed now, James becoming increasingly more reluctant. - You took the stairs two at a time, you hand still gripping James’ tightly before reaching the top, throwing open the door and stepping into the rain. James let go of your hand just as you stepped outside and watched with his arms crossed tightly against the cold as you span happily around with your arms in the air.  - He would smile tentatively at this, content to watch you laugh to yourself as you played in the rain, your makeup beginning to run and you hair hanging about your face limply.  - “Come on.” You would shout to him from the other end of the roof, holding your hands out towards him. And it would take some convincing before James finally stepped out onto the roof, his hair getting drenched within a matter of seconds but he still made his way over to you, taking your hand and spinning you under his arm with a smile. - And so you would dance slowly with one another on top of the hotel roof, James’ gaze never leaving yours, even as you looked around at the rooftops under the grey sky.  - Eventually he would break the silence, reaching up a hand to push your hair back off your wet forehead and saying, “I don’t remember the last time I felt the rain. It’s amazing how much you help me to feel again, y/n.”  - This would make your heart ache and you would reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, bringing your lips to his. In the freezing cold of the rain, his lips would ignite a burning love within you and you would eventually be laying on top of him on the cold floor of the roof in a shallow puddle, his shirt so wet it was partially see-through.  - But of course James would never let you stay on top for long and you would gasp as he flipped you over, the cold concrete biting into your back as his lips trailed down your neck.  - It wouldn’t take long before he would be inside you, fucking you roughly even as his gaze was so full of love that just looking at his face made your eyes burn, your back scraping against the rough concrete of the roof, the sounds of your pleasure loud enough to catch the attention of passersby on the streets far below. 

RORY MONAHAN

- When it rained, you and Rory would spend the day cuddled together in the warmth of his luxurious LA apartment, lounging in bed until noon before getting ready to do absolutely nothing with your love. - You would make lunch together before settling down to watch Netflix for a few hours before Rory announced that he wanted to go through his script for a new project that he had coming up and you would offer to help him, Rory being very excited by this and running to get his script. - Of course he would make you not only say his costars lines so that he could memorise his parts of dialogue, but also act out what was happening dramatically, meaning that you both spent more time in hysterics at your terrible performance than learning any lines.  - Eventually, you got to the part of the script where Rory’s character had an intense love scene with one of his costars and his eyes turned dark as he watched you read the lines that led up to this scene, you stalking to him slowly before chucking the script on the couch and kissing his deeply. - He would huff a laugh against your lips at the overly-seductive manner with which you delivered the lines before melting into the kiss, forgetting about his lines and giving into you. - He would push you back onto the couch, the pages of the script you landed on creasing and tearing as he settled himself between you legs and helped you out of your clothes. - Needless to say, with all the practice you had that evening, Rory would definitely be prepared for his love scene. 

KAI ANDERSON

- “Fuck you.” You would grumble as Kai pulled the bed sheets off you, the cold air coaxing goosebumps into formation of your bare arms and legs.  - “Just because it’s raining doesn’t mean you get to lounge around all day.” He replied, pausing before continuing: “Come on. I’ll make pancakes.”  - Kai was very committed to his routine, claiming that a steady routine is “the quickest way to find success.” And his commitment was usually something that you admired greatly about him, until he started to rope you into it and since you had moved in together, it had been a long time since he had last let you sleep in.  - But, pancakes was a good motivator so you rolled out of bed, not even bothering to put on any underwear under the shirt you pulled on before following Kai downstairs and into the large kitchen, a pleasant ache from the night before radiating from between your legs. - You would talk as Kai made the both of you breakfast before getting ready for the day, you standing up onto your tiptoes to press a light kiss to Kai’s cheek whenever you passed him in the bathroom or bedroom. - You both decided that because it was raining, it was a good day to do some of the errands that Kai had been needing to get done and so after you were both ready, you both hopped into Kai’s car and drove around for a few hours, you happy to accompany Kai as he got in and out of the car, posting letters and picking up supplies for upcoming missions.  - When you return home you would make and eat lunch together, before members of the cult start arriving. Kai would never cancel or miss a meeting and when it rained, they would be longer than usual as nobody had anything else to do. - You spend that time wandering in and out of the meeting, sometimes joining the group, Kai pulling you onto his lap and playing with your hair as they talked and sometimes retreating to your shared bedroom to curl up on the bed and watch Netflix, Kai only joining you when the others had left and apologising for not spending time with you.  - You wouldn’t mind. Kai worshipped the ground you walked on a majority of the time and you spent almost every minute of everyday by his side, so when he crawled onto the bed next to you, you would pull him to you and wrap yourself around him.  - Eventually he would untangle yourself from you and you would follow him to the kitchen where he opened a bottle of wine which you both made your way through as he made dinner, Kai vigilantly making sure that your glass was always full.  - After you ate, you would clean up before settling yourself at the dining room table with Kai, helping him put together a speech for his next rally. - After an hour, when you noticed Kai’s frustration building when you hadn’t made much progress with the speech he was meant to deliver in three days time, you went to the kitchen and got another bottle of wine and two large glasses.  - Soon, the second bottle was empty and it wasn’t long after that that Kai pushed the papers and pens off the table and replaced them with you, the wine having clouded the edges of your consciousness as he peeled away your pants and lowered his head between your spread legs, blowing on you softly before claiming that he “was desperate for dessert” and going down of you, not stopping until you had made a mess on the table and were a shaking, quivering mess before him.

[violetharmonsbaby]

This is so random, but I NEED, I repeat, NEED someone to draw Tate wearing his green and black striped sweater, but instead of his usual ripped jeans and Converses, an ankle length black skirt and platform boots with an electric guitar in his hand. I mean like IMAGINE THAT!!!!

[sasukesloser]

i have decided to kin

James Patrick March

because i too am a

simp

in love with

lady gaga

[damerondearest]

A Flash of Red | JAMES MARCH (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/165765542-a-flash-of-red-james-march?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=dearestmarch&wp_originator=3cYNxDVaJOwdy%2BvAlmrgDvUuBBNXMdVZUiXOAcMSeqkzeeTa3DFNLa%2Bl4ER1cK0FGc%2FhofkAtl71OT7GgCDFJYb90HKkV4KEsr6jkUAF72NkP5Lhszfnp8LcsYqpUPTN 

 When a phantom meets the light, he starts to feel alive once again. When an immortal meets death, she realizes she yearns for its dark kiss.

 än ämerican horror story fan fiction

• Book cover made by me •.

GOT BACK INTO FAN FICTION AND CAN I JUST SAY, ITS BEEN SUCH FUN.

[gaycollegedaily]

[zombiesneetlove2]

Spooktober ^^ We had a wonderful spooky shooting yesterday and we are ready for halloween💀👻🔪🎃 JAMES PATRICK MARCH COSPLAY #cosplay #americanhorrorstory #ahs #americanhorrorstoryhotel #ahshotel #ahscosplay #americanhorrorstoryhotelcosplay #hotelcortez #thecountess #thecountesscosplay #countesscosplay #sallymckennacosplay #countesselizabeth #mrmarch #jamesmarch #jamespatrickmarch #ladygaga #ladygagacosplay #jamespatrickmatchcosplay #jamespatrickmarch #mrmarchcosplay #sally #sallymckenna #sallycosplay #spooktober #horror #spooktober2018 #evanpeters #halloween @evanpeters @ladygaga @mssarahcatharinepaulson https://www.instagram.com/p/BooeN_gn_o4/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1h1unqcz6g7un

[stylesdriver]

James March with an Internet Famous S/O (headcanons!)

My first time writing for tumblr! Based off of @jana-banana-fana  ‘s convo with the anon.

Okay first of all,,,everyone would be kind of shocked by them the moment they walked into the hotel

Not because a bunch of ghosts would know about who they are (although this is totally based off of a jenna marbles-esque person, so a few of them might, depending on when they died), but because this bitch is...weird

You know how James can see auras and shit?? His pasty ghost ass would be shocked at how bright and sunny theirs is

(this is mostly because they use humor and weird activities to distract themselves from the mental health issues their therapist tells them they shouldn’t be joking about in front of their millions of impressionable followers...oops)

So, suffice it so say, he would be intrigued from the get-go.

One day, he meets them at the bar, they’re very charismatic, polite, (stunning), and funny, so of course, they hit it off.

At one dinner though, everything changes.

James reveals his past and that he’s a ghost. Considering that the reader is a typical mentally unstable internet person, it goes over pretty well! Huzzah! Then comes the big reveal,,, they tell him about their online profession. James, of course, doesn’t understand, and is totally fine with it…

For the most part, the S/O is pretty normal. James and them laugh, cry, share some sexy times, and some romantic times

Until the S/O begins making videos again. Of course, their personality is played up for the camera, and james can understand that, but it’s when the S/O starts being strange,, that he needs some explanation.

“Dearest, I don’t understand. Why must you put John’s boy in a harness attached to hundreds of balloons?” S/O explains, as if the answer is obvious: “It’s for my ‘How Many Balloons Does It Take To Make This Concerningly Pale Child Float’ video.”

“Darling, I understand you enjoy to make your videos as...interesting as possible, but don’t you believe that filling the pool with thousands of those gelatinous colored balls, was a bit much?” “Oh, the Orbeez? Nah.”

Eventually, James would get used to it, and would often end up assisting them in making their strange dreams happen, whether it be by his own will or not.

Okay...let’s just get this straight...he would DESPISE internet lingo, and would cringe every time they used it, ironically or not.

When he brings them along to devil’s night, everyone thinks they’re hilarious due to their sarcastic, weird, and sometimes, slightly offensive humor. Richard Ramirez might know who they are, especially if they had a lot of fame back when YouTube first started.

James would be ecstatic that his love and his students get along so well

Overall, life is good. James might be confused a little...okay a lot, but he would find them endearing and entertaining and would find it refreshing to have a partner that doesn’t take life too seriously

Imma end this with this little gem: “James, you’re thic[c], you know that?” *offended* “Pardon me, dearest? I can assure you, my intelligence will not be questioned when I have you over my knee.” “No *sigh*, it means you have a nice ass.” “Oh...my most sincere apologies then, my Queen. I suppose years of hauling lifeless bodies around these hallways may have done that.”

[heckinmax]

Evan Peters is a beautiful beautiful man

[x-childish-x]

For the nsfw list can you do 52, 53 and 57 for JPM please? Thank you sm

Long-Awaited

Pairing: James Patrick March x fem!reader

Fandom: American Horror Story

Warnings: nsfw, drinking/being drunk, bondage, dominant James, smut, choking

Word Count: 1314

A/N: Hello! This ended up being much longer than I imagined. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: After a few shots and a long day, you're beyond ecstatic to finally see your lover, James. It doesn't take very long for you to get the one thing you've been waiting all day for... sex.

(not my gif!)

"I think it's time for you to go to bed," Liz chuckled as she watched you down your fourth shot.

Wincing and coughing at the burning in your throat you nodded, "Probably.. have you seen James by any chance Liz?"

"Haven't seen him since he left with you last night."

You groaned, dropping your head onto the bar counter dramatically, "When I woke up he wasn't there... and... I've been sooo horny all day."

Liz laughed loudly at this, "God you humans are such light-weights. Four shots in and you're telling me far more than I should know."

"Liz, Liz, Liz.." You laughed while standing up, stumbling slightly before beginning to walk backwards while shouting, "At least I'm alive!!"

You spun around only to collide into someone's chest, but before you could fall backwards strong hands caught you. You looked up into those damn brown eyes of none other than your lover, James March. A very quiet squeal left your mouth as you leaned up to kiss his lips quickly.

He smiled at you fondly, so much love pouring into his features that even Liz could see it from the bar, making her smile. It was about time that damn man found someone like you. Not that he deserved to love you, oh no.. not in his eyes did he deserve to love you. He had committed enough sins that you should've ran away screaming, but you didn't. You didn't even flinch. You didn't run when he told you he was dead, that everyone was dead in Hotel Cortez, you simply batted your eyelashes and gave him a crooked smile, mumbling one small word...

"So?"

Ohhh... there was not enough words to express how much love James had felt that night. Had the time been different, had he not been so afraid of scaring you off he would've smothered you in kisses and praised you for your bravery. But no.. he proceeded to lecture you, try to scare you, ranting about how many people he killed and all the terrible things he and many others had done inside Hotel Cortez. And as he finished he was beyond infuriated to see that adorable smile on your face, a small giggle tumbling out of your lips.

"I guess I have a thing for serial killers then."

And as your beautiful e/c eyes twinkled up from where you sat James knew he was in too deep. He smiled, remembering how you had ranted about (favorite serial killer) being your favorite serial killer to him a few days prior. Little did he know that your previous favorite was long forgotten, as James now took claim as your favorite serial killer.

And now, as he looked down at you, your eyes twinkled the same way they had that night. Reaching up he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled as you sighed and leaned into his touch. His human, his sweet human, his precious, drunk human. Looking up at James you suddenly remembered the events of the day and grabbed his ascot, yanking him towards you aggressively making his eyes widen.

"Where the hell have you been?!" You snapped at him, intending to sound intimidating.

James smirked slightly, your attempt at intimidating him adorable, but failing completely, "Busy, darling."

You huffed, letting go of his ascot and pouting, "Well while you were busy I was horny... all.. day.. long."

At this James eyes widened slightly, looking you over in your delicious f/c form-fitting dress, "Don't test me, darling."

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, igniting your damn charm that James simply couldn't resist, "Please Mr. March, I've been so lonely without you today.."

And with that he was holding your wrist tightly, dragging you to the elevator to go to his room. A small, drunken squeal left your lips and immediately his lips were attached to yours, quickly making way down your neck, sucking and nipping. You reached down, palming James through his jeans causing a deep groan to emit from his throat. He began to bite slightly harder on your neck, leaving marks along his way to remind everyone exactly who you belonged to.

The moment the elevator door opened James was dragging you to your shared room, hands desperately unlocking the door as you kissed his neck. He groaned deeply, the sound like music to your ears as you began to palm him again, your hands fumbling with the buckle of his belt. The door opened after much to long for James particular liking and he shoved you in. His dark chocolate brown eyes were impossibly darker as they swam with lust, eyes raking over your body, your perfect human body.

"Grab the ropes darling," James ordered making you scurry off to grab the ropes as he made quick work of removing his shirt.

"Here you go," You smiled as you appeared behind him, holding out the rope, and whispering as seductively as you could manage in your intoxicated state, "Mr. March."

He groaned deeply as he grabbed the ropes, "Everything off, now."

You smiled as you quickly unzipped your dress, letting it drop down to your ankles as you watched James begin to tie the ropes to the headboard. The moment he noticed your dress was off he was laying you down on the bed, securing your hands and ankles with the rope. You squirmed in anticipation as his eyes raked over your body.

James situated himself between your knees, a mischievous glint in his eyes as his hand came to rub your throbbing heat, "So wet, so ready... all for me, my sweet human?"

"Y-yes Mr. March," You spoke, your voice just short of a moan, "Please.. n-no teasing. I've been waiting all day for you."

And that was all James needed to hear. He buried himself in you quickly, a loud moan escaping your mouth as he stretched your warmest spot. Your hands pulled against the ropes as you loudly cried out James' name and desperate for more friction you rolled your hips against him.

It was like a fire was lit inside James, suddenly thrusting into you at a relentless pace, filling you completely with every single thrust. Your moans mixed with his grunts as he thought about choking you, maybe even killing you like some of his past victims. But no.. James loved you too much, your human innocence made him weak in the knees and he wasn't sure if he was ready for you to lose that yet.

But.. the thrill he'd receive..

No.. no it was wrong..

Maybe if he just pushed you to the brink, close enough to give him the thrill.. but not enough to actually kill you.

His animalistic instincts took over as his hand wrapped around your throat, watching as your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. A sickening smile rose to his lips. He loved seeing you this way, helpless under him. Completely, utterly, absolutely his. His tight grip on your neck became even tighter, making your moans almost stop completely at the lack of air. You cried out his name as he thrust into you impossibly quicker and harder, your arms yanking against the restraints.

James leaned down slowly, his mouth at your ear as he whispered, "I won't stop until you pass out, my darling human."

Your moans just barely escaped and James changed the positioning of his hips slightly causing your body to jolt. His length was pounding into you inhumanly and now he was hitting your g-spot with every single thrust. It wasn't much longer than your body began to shake as your orgasm washed over you in full effect. James grunts grew and your moans increased as your sensitive clit throbbed and stars clouded your vision. The last thing you remember from that night was James' wickedly prideful smile stared down at you.

His sweet human.

[strangerevan-blog]

Sucking His Fingers//most Evan Characters

This is my first imagine of almost all of Evan’s AHS characters. It’s not smutty but I plan on writing some of that in the future. I did not include Rory/Edward because these are super stereotypical of the characters and I wasn’t sure on how I wanted to write them at the moment but I wanted to go ahead and put this one out here to get started. I know Evan and Tate’s aren’t as long or in depth as the others but I will work on those as well. THIS PROBABLY SUCKS BUT WHO CARES I ENJOY EXPRESSING MYSELF AND EVEN THOUGH I DON’T ACTUALLY THINK IT SUCKS, IT MAKES ME FEEL BETTER WHEN I SAY IT DOES AND THEN PEOPLE SAY IT DOESN’T bitch don’t act like you don’t do the same thing aaye. Anyways, enjoy this! Also, peep the aggression at the end of Kai’s because that’s the kind of shit I live for.

Evan - That morning you both had decided to walk down to the local coffee shop and grab something to drink before starting a day of shooting more episodes of AHS Season 8. You were waiting in line looking at the different displays of cupcakes, muffins, and breads as you heard your order number being called. You grabbed the drinks and sat down at the little table next to the window. He began stirring his iced coffee with his finger since he was too lazy to get up and retrieve one from the front. You rolled your eyes as he began to talk about the upcoming part he had to play. "So Ryan told me I should maybe act more cynical for the part but I don't know, I feel like the character would want to be hyp-", he suddenly stopped and looked up at you when you slowly sucked the finger he had stirred his coffee with. You looked at him through innocent eyes, though it was far from that. "Carry on.", you muffled as you continued to lick and suck his finger. He couldn't catch his breath and began looking around for paparazzi and you laughed.

Tate - He busted through your bedroom door and jumped onto your bed while you were laying down listening to music. You weren't in a bad mood but you did want to relax and enjoy the drumming sounds of Nirvana playing all around you. Tate waited a few minutes until he got bored and wanted your attention. "I know we have a lifetime in this house, but I really want to talk to you now.", he whined. You just giggled and continued to listen to the music. He exaggerated a sigh and started poking you in the face. You became playfully aggravated so you grabbed his hand and stuck his pointer and middle finger in your mouth. You laughed around his fingers as he let out a gasp of surprise.

Kit - He had come home from a long day at the shop and you wanted to make him feel special. And what better way to do that than by making him a homemade chocolate cake! You had just finished frosting it when he opened the front door. He dragged his feet into the kitchen and smiled when he smelled the sweet treat. He rested his chin on your shoulder and swiped a bit of frosting from the cake and laughed. You turned around and swatted at his chest, giggling. You then stood on your tippy toes and licked his frost-covered finger. He was surprised at first but then raised an eyebrow as he pushed more of his finger against your tongue. You sucked his finger until all of the frosting was gone.

Kyle (pre-death) - You arrived at the frat party pretty late in the game so almost everyone was already fucked up. You left your two friends, who were already grinding on some guys you didn't know, and found some tequila. You grabbed a shot glass and a lime wedge but you couldn't find the salt. "Looking for this?", you heard a voice say behind you. You turned around and saw a member of the fraternity holding the margarita salt, wearing a innocent grin. You tilted your head and winked as you gently lifted his finger to your mouth and licked it. Quickly, you dripped it into the salt and pulled it back out. You grabbed your shot of tequila and line wedge and then whispered "cheers". You sucked on his salty finger and then threw back the shot. You began walking away, now chewing on the lime, and glanced back over your shoulder. You say him dazed as he just stood there in the frat house kitchen wondering who you were.

Kyle (Post-death) - As you slipped inside Kyle's room, you could still here Madison and Zoe screaming at each other about who he actually belonged to in the other room. They always did this - they would start one by one trying to make Kyle choose who he wanted more sexually. But how could he choose when he had no sense of anything after he came back from the dead. He would start to spaz out while Madison and Zoe left him high and dry. You saw him sitting on the end of his bed looking down. You softly stepped in front of him and dropped to your knees. He looked away from his pants and stared at you. You smiled and grabbed his right hand. "I would never leave you like that if I were Zoe or Madison.", you said before placing his middle finger in your mouth. He opened his mouth and made a incoherent noise that sounded like a mix of a moan and a gasp. You were determined to finish what the two girls had started.

Jimmy - "Head to your seat folks, the show will start in 5 minutes!", you heard Jimmy say into the backstage microphone. You had attended the freak show for the first time 3 years ago and had loved every second of it. Especially Jimmy, he was so fascinating to you. You loved his personality, his good looks, his dedication and loyalty to his friends and family, and you really loved his hands. But even after 3 years, he was still nervous to go on stage and perform with them. "What if I screw up and drop the ball? What if they are disgusted and repulsed? What if they start ma-", you stopped him dead in his tracks by taking his hand and shoving his morphed pointer and middle finger in your mouth. It was a lot to hold but you closed your eyes and moaned against it. The tip of his middle finger hit the back of your throat and you gagged as you looked up at his face through your eyelashes. He had turned red and bashful as you released his hand and winked at him. "Screw them, baby. I love you and your hands and there is nothing I would ever change about you. Now, get out there and show them what you are working with!", you shouted as you heard the applause of the show starting. He walked out on stage and turned back around to you. He smiled and laughed because he knew he had found the best person in the world to be with.

James - You and James had a love/hate relationship ever since he killed you 4 years ago. It all started as an actual kill on his part just for the hell of it. You had stopped by the hotel for just one night as you were making your way across the country on a road trip. You wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle of life and intended on ending at the coast of California. "I need a room for just one night, preferably the cheapest you have - I'm down to the last few dollars from this trip.", you said exhausted. "Well, we have a great deal for you! We have a room half priced tonight.", a grey haired lady, who's name tag read Iris, said. "Great, I'll take it!", you smiled. "Room 64 dear, up the stairs to the left.", she said already turning her attention back to adjusting the keys for the other rooms. You practically ran up the stairs and found room 64. You jumped and slammed your body onto the king sized bed and closed your eyes. You wanted to sleep as much as you could before finishing the final few hours of your trip the next day. As you tried to fall asleep, you could vaguely hear a drink being poured in the corner of your room. You sat up on your bed and screamed when you saw a man dressed in a nice suit with a pencil mustache. "Oh dear, don't be frightened.", he said shaking his head. He gulped his strong drink and slammed it down on the table, shattering it to pieces. He mischievously laughed as he walked towards you, pulling out a knife. You were frozen in a trance. He grabbed you by the throat and slammed your head back into the bed. He brought the knife to your chest just above your heart. He drug the knife across the skin and your blood oozed out. He swiped the red liquid on his finger and rubbed it against your lips. "It's the perfect shade of red for you, don't you think darling?", he cooed. You, not really understanding his game, licked your lips and popped his finger in your mouth, sucking the rest of the blood off. "Yes, I think it is.", you said smiling, showing your blood stained teeth. James only stared back with a hint of a smile before he kissed you. As you felt the rush of his tender kiss, you also felt the pressure and sting of the knife he jabbed into your heart. As everything went black, you heard him whisper, "I'll see you on the other side, my dear."

Kai - You sat on the basement couch as you waited for Winter to come down and get you. You two had planned on studying in her room for your college final in women's studies but her brother, Kai had called an emergency meeting for his "group". Though no one told you, you knew it was a cult. How could anyone NOT see it was a cult. Kai was an evil, malicious, conniving leader who manipulated and twisted everyone's thoughts. But damn, he looked good doing it. You heard shouting from up stairs as the door to the basement swung open and Kai came rushing down. "Don't do it! Don't answer his questions!", you heard Winter scream and plea. Kai slammed the door shut and locked it before turning around and smiling at you. "Come, sit and talk with me.", he said sitting at the table under one light. You obliged to his command as you were scared to do anything other than what he said. You assumed the position by grabbing his pinky in yours. "Now tell me woman, what fills your heart with dread.", he said staring intensely into your eyes. "The sounds of whining children.", you bluntly said without even realizing. He laughed, "I'm glad we are on the same page with that. Now, what are you most afraid of?". You shook your head, "You already know this...I know Winter tells you everything about me.". He had tried to recruit you into the "group" for a while but you just weren't ready. Now you were. "I want to hear it from your own mouth.", he said glaring. You waited a few moments until you found the courage to say it. "The thought that I might be in love with someone so wrong for me.", you said finally making full forced eye contact. He smiled and whispered, "Well, don't be afraid of that anymore." You smiled back knowing you accomplished what you had wanted to and found a new sense of relief. You started to smirk as you realized that you were now his. With your pinkies still locked, you brought his pinky to your mouth and slightly sucked on it will his face remained the same. "This is going to be fun.", he said as he began to pry your mouth open and insert the rest of his hand.

[kayleedeangaga]

New book out on wattpad now! I just wrote it and am fairly new to it! Let me know what you think!!!!! Link in bio and below! You can also DM me for the link!!! Paws up! https://my.w.tt/UiNb/3JVgS5h5YI #gaga #ahs #fan #fanfiction #americanhorrorstory #evanpeters #evan #peterevans #peters #ladygaga #lady #thecountess #hotel #season5 #mrmarch #jamesmarch #james #march #jamespatrick #jamespatrickmarch #patrick

[morethanweseem]

Charlie held her bag across her chest and bobbed her head to her music as she walked along the street.  Until...”Bingo.”  She turned and looked up at the sign above her, “Cortez�� hanging above her in large letters.  She pulled one of the opulent golden doors open and walked in, pulling her headphones down from her ears to around her neck.  Spinning around as she took in the art deco style of the place, she whistled to herself. “Swank.”

“Checking in?”  The unamused voice drew her attention and she looked at the older woman sitting behind the counter.  Smiling, laughing a little, she gripped the strap of her messenger bag.

“Oh me? No.  I’m from LA Telecom.”  She reached into her pocket and pulled out her laminated card to show to her.  “I’m here for your internet.  You guys called...?”

“Oh.  Sally’s Wifi.”  She sounded thoroughly uncaring about it, barely glancing at the card.  Charlie swallowed but then cleared her throat.

“Uh, so, I should have the, uh, the manager, or the owner.  Show me around.  To see where they want the routers.  Best reach.”

@meaningful-negativity

[itsmisslaceynoel]

✨SWIPE RIGHT ✨ I had SO much fun at the @ahsfx exhibit at the @paleycenter!! I made sure to see Elsa Mars' Ziggy Stardust suit, and both Jimmy Darling + Mr. March's outfits! 😍😍😍😜✨The Countess' decapitated head was super neat to see in person too! And Twisty's head lol. Go see my lil adventure in the link in my bio or here: https://youtu.be/--7PEEiTm9o 💙💙💙 If you're in LA, go check it out! It's free, and it ends on July 30th! ✨ #americanhorrorstory #ahs #jimmydarling #lobsterboy #mrmarch #ladygaga #thecountess #jessicalange #elsamars #lifeonmars #ziggystardust #jamesmarch #evanpeters #ahsfreakshow #ahshotel #ahscoven #ahsmurderhouse #ahsroanoke #ahsasylum #ryanmurphy (at The Paley Center for Media)

[raydangergray-blog]

Who's your favorite psycho? ♥️😈💋

[allmyfaultnobody-blog]

Revelation (1/?)

Lights, some brighter than the sun, it seamed, glared through the windows of the car, flashing by in a rush of color. The streets were alive, through Inez thought she was dying. Her shaky hands tightened around the rough arch of the steering wheel, as she tried to control her breathing. She’d went home early that day to make dinner, and to make things right between her and her husband. It was a hard year for the two of them. Mike got laid off of work down at the construction site and she’d took up a side job to keep them going. They hadn’t fucked in months. She couldn’t even remember the last time they made love, the last time he had held her in his arms as if she was the only thing that mattered.

Inez sighed and blinked a couple of times to clear her bleary vision. Images danced before her eyes, mocking her and her pain. He cheated on her. She stepped two feet inside their apartment to find him mindlessly fucking some no-named bitch on the couch. They stumbled apart, not that it made a difference. She screamed at him, cried, cursed his name over and over and over again, but what else was there to do? She had a bag ready in two minutes and was out the door in five.

Her cell phone lit up again to show Micheal’s handsome face. That made it 14 missed calls within an hour. She wished he’d stop trying to reach her. She didn’t know where she was and she needed to stop soon. It wasn’t until she was considering going back to the apartment that she saw the dusty old brick building labeled “Hotel Cortez.” She parked and tried to clean herself up a bit before she walked in. It was no use – she looked like shit. Nevertheless, she took a deep breath, grabbed her bag, and pushed open the door.

Never judge a book by it’s cover. That’s the saying that floats around a lot, but it held no greater truth than it did when the young brunette took her first step within the cursed hotel. The ceilings seemed to touch the sky and the air held a dark, hidden grace – as if there were eyes within the many walls of the building, just staring, and watching for their amusement. She tapped the bell lightly at the reception desk, lost in her own thoughts. A short woman with large round glasses perched atop of her long, straight nose cleared her throat, “How can I help you?” She set her hands widely on the edge of the desk and leaned on them.

“I’d like a room, please.” Inez felt stupid. Of course she was here for a room – it was a hotel. The lady didn’t seem to mind her simple answer.

“How long were you looking to stay?” The realization of what had happened hit her in the face. She choked up a little bit, but bit out, “I don’t know… a while.”

“Let’s play it by ear then.” Inez nodded jerkily, and pressed her lips together tightly. “What’s your name?”

“Inez Brant.”

“Well, Inez, your room’s number 58 and there’s a bar up on the balcony. You look like you need it.” She gave the gray-haired woman a small smile and went to her room. There was this uneasy feeling Inez just couldn’t shake. It suffocated her as she stepped closer and closer to her room. She opened the door and tossed her bag on a chair next to the nightstand. She let the spay of hot water calm her down before checking her bag to see if she had anything nice to wear. There was something going on downstairs and she wanted to avoid embarrassment, if possible. When she got to the bar it was packed, though she managed to find a seat amongst the giggling girls and obnoxiously loud men. She looked around, then finally at the pair of what must have been barely legal, barely dressed, girls on top of a podium to the far left of the bar butchering a Jesse J song.

“Karaoke. It’s our latest attempt to draw people in.” A husky voice spoke from the other side of the counter. Inez turned to find a bald woman in a black fitting dress pouring drinks.

“How’s that going?”

“It’s a little harsh on the eardrums, but hey, it works. So… what’ll you have?”

“Vodka. On the rocks, please.” She looked at Inez with a raised eyebrow, but wordlessly served the drink.

“I’m Liz.”

“Inez.”

“So, Inez, what are you trying to forget?” The question took her off guard, but she supposed starting off with such a hard drink was a tale-tell sign.

“Everything.”

“He isn’t worth the hangover.” Inez took a gulp of her drink, letting it burn the inside of her throat.

“I know.”

“It doesn’t help knowing, though. I’ll keep ‘em coming.”

She looked up at Liz with a grateful smile. “Thank you.” The older woman just nodded. Hours passed, though it only seemed like minutes. Some people left, some people stayed. Inez sat frozen, nursing her drink. By the time she looked around, the dimly lit bar was only half full. She had to steady herself against the counter. The world was rocking back and forth, and side to side like the blue sea. It looked like no one had touched the mike in an hour.

Inez thought back to a time where her and Mike thought they’d live off of her singing career. She couldn’t hold back her laugh. After a month of trying, she began work as a bank teller on the upper east side of the city.

“Honey, I don’t think -” Liz tried to sit her back down.

“No, no, it’s okay. I’m gonna sing now...yeah.” Inez just waved her off and stumbled to the podium. The step up almost knocked her down, but she remained balanced. There were shadows of people spread out on the balcony looking up at her. The soft blue light aimed at the podium shone brightly in her eyes, so she closed them and brought the microphone to her lips.

Something told me it was over When I saw you and her talking Something deep down in my soul said, "cry girl"´, When I saw you and that girl, walking out

Inez wiped at her face with her other hand and stared at the floor. She couldn’t forget the sight of them together.

I was just

I was just

I said I was just thinking

of your kiss and your warm embrace

Why? She couldn’t understand why.

when the reflection of the glass that I held to my lips now baby

revealed these tears that were own my face

She cried harder and growled out the last few words.

Baby, baby, baby

I’d rather be blind boy

than to see you walk away from me

Hey! Baby, baby, baby

She practically begged,

Don’t you walk away from me

Claps thundered around her, and for a minute she remembered how good it felt singing in front of others. “Bravo! Bravo! Sing another!” A man dressed like a 1930’s gangster stood up from his seat in the back. She could barely see him. “Bravo! Bravo!”

She sat down, the room was swaying too much for her to continue standing. Drunk off of applause and vodka, she once more brought the wireless microphone towards her.

This is a man's world, this is a man's world But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl

She stood up and walked over to the man in the back.

You see, man made the cars to take us over the road Man made the train to carry the heavy load Man made electric light to take us out of the dark Man made the boat for the water, like Noah made the ark

This is a man's, man's, man's world

He was staring at her in unmasked glee. She took his hat from his head and plopped it on hers. Keeping eye contact, she sang,

But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl

This is a man's, man's, man's world But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl

She could see him properly now. His eyes shined like stars, and his dimpled smile was murderously beautiful. His suit, striped and polished, fit him well. Inez licked her lips and let her hands drop to her side. Her mind was still refusing to keep up with her desire.

“Hi.”

His smile grew even wider. His cheeks almost covered his eyes. “Hello darling. The name’s James March. At your service.” He cupped her soft hand and gave it a lingering kiss that sent a shot of electricity to her pelvis.

“Inez Brant. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Believe me. The pleasure is all mine.” He practically purred the last two words.

“I have to go. I’m not all here, my mind, that is.” Inez stumbled her way through her sentence and handed him the microphone awkwardly. “Here.”

“You must let me escort you to your room, Miss Brant.” James interjected before she could stumble off.

“Oh, it’s not nec-”

“I insist.”