Your husband, James was nowhere to be found so you decided to pay Liz a visit at the bar.
Sally happened to be there too, so you sat right next to her. There was also an older caucasian man drinking alone just sitting 1 stool away from you. He looks like he is in his 60′s.
You, Liz, & Sally were having a nice conversation until the man randomly budded in saying, “you’re disgusting.” He was swaying his head as he was holding his drink. He obviously seemed drunk.
You turned your head to look at him and mugged him, not saying a word because you assumed he was just talking to himself. Then you turned back around to face Liz. Sally just looked at him as she was smoking her cigarette and Liz raised a brow at him.
“You’re disgusting,” he repeated while looking at me.
“What?” You looked back at him, with a confused look on your face.
Sally, still having a cigarette in her mouth said, “Excuse me?”
He pointed at me, while drunkily saying, “You have no respect for yourself. Look at what you’re wearing. And too much makeup.”
This man came out of nowhere. You felt more confused than you felt disrespected. You found it quite hilarious, actually. All you’re wearing are 5 inch heels with an all black jumpsuit that showed cleavage. It’s not like you were naked. Maybe this man was just having a bad day or maybe his wife cheated on him. I mean, he was alone. Who knows. But you weren’t going to let it ruin your day.
“Who gives a crap about what she’s wearing?” Liz annoyingly says to the man.
“Yeah, she looks hot. Fuck off.” Sally adds.
The man takes a chug from his beer. “Whore”, he sloppily words.
You let out a fake laugh and flipped your hair. “You’re funny.”
The old man is so drunk that he accidentally knocks his beer bottle, having the rest of the beer spill on you. He didn’t even care to pick it up, so he spat on the floor.
Sally rolls her eyes and puts her cigarette in the ash tray.
Liz picks up the bottle and quickly grabs a towel to hand to you. “Her husband is going to kill you.” She points at the man.
“It’s alright, Liz. Don’t worry about it. He’s quite hilarious actually. My day has been boring until this loser came along.” You said as you were patting your clothes dry with the towel.
“I ain’t afraid of nothing.” The man says while glaring at you, emphasizing the word ‘nothing’. He stood up, getting ready to leave but Liz walks around the bar and grabs the him by the shirt. “You don’t talk to the lady of the house like that! Do you hear me?”
“No Liz, it’s alright really. He’s just drunk.” You say to Liz, putting your hand on her arm to calm down. Liz was always so loyal to you because you’ve done so much for her as a friend.
“It’s fine, Y/N. Me and Sally are going to escort this punk out of here.” Liz says and glances at Sally.
Sally nods her head and gets up. “We’ll be back.”
Both Sally and Liz take the man downstairs. Will Drake passes them at the top of the stairs heading to the bar.
“Y/N, what was that all about?” Will points at them laughing, then goes to pour himself a drink.
“Long story. He’s just wasted.” You laugh back.
15 minutes pass and Liz comes back. Sally didn’t come back with her. She probably went back to her room or something.
“Damn Liz, took you long enough.” You said sarcastically.
Liz sashays to her spot behind the bar, popping her lips saying, “Yup.” She seemed like she was up to something, but you didn’t question it.
“It wasn’t a big deal, but thanks for having my back anyways.”
Liz puts one hand on her hip and snaps her fingers with the other. “Oh don’t worry about it. He was messing with my girl, Y/N. By the way, James said he needs to see you in the laundry room.”
“Uh laundry room. For what?” You were so confused. Laundry room? Out of all places, James wants to meet you there? Whatever. If your husband needs to see you, you’re definitely going to be there.
“Who knows, hun.” Liz shrugs.
Once you’ve reached the laundry room, you see James with his sleeves rolled up standing behind the man that disrespected you at the bar. The man is on his knees with his hands tied up in front of him looking afraid, but not saying a word. You figured James roughed him up a bit before you got there. “You will pay for disrespecting my queen.” You hear James tell the man as you walked in.
“Ah, darling!” James turns around and looks at you with excitement.
“What is going on?” You stood there surprised. You didn’t expect Liz and Sally to really go out of there way to bring the man to James. You really thought they both escorted him out of the hotel. No wonder it took Liz forever to get back.
“This is the creature that Liz and Sally have informed me that said such vile things to you at the bar, no?”
“Yes. Yes he is.” You said with an evil grin. You knew exactly what James was going to do. So you cross your arms in front of you and watch him. You also remembered that James needed a fix as well. It’s been a little over a week since he’s killed anyone, anyways.
The man turns his head to look at James. “You’re never going to get away with this.” He turns his head back to face the opened laundry chute.
James leans over and whispers in the man’s ear. “I happen to disagree with you.”
Something about James right now just turns you on. You can’t tell if it’s because he’s looks sexy with his sleeves rolled up or if it’s because he’s so protective over you that he’s willing to kill for you. Or maybe it’s both.
James stands up straight, then roughly bashes the back of the man’s head with his hammer and throws his body down the chute. Good riddance.
James wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. You walk over to James and whisper in his ear, “I love watching you kill.” Then you leave the room to head over to your bedroom. You knew that saying that would turn James on and that he would soon be following after you.
*NOT MY GIFS*
I’ve been loving adding gifs to my stories lately! lol I like to make it feel as real as possible as you’re reading. I’ve been starting to get my story inspirations from looking up gifs.
You were at the bar chatting with a man named, Nick. He’s staying two nights at the Hotel Cortez for a business trip. The conversation was completely harmless, as this man is married, he just wanted someone to talk to at the bar.
“I’ll be right back, I’m going to use the restroom.” Nick pats your arm and leaves to the restroom. You nodded to him.
5 minutes pass and the man hasn’t returned. You figured that he went back to his room or had to take a business call. When you thought you were sitting alone at the bar, you can feel a presence behind you and you turn around instantly. It’s your boyfriend, James.
“I see you were having a splendid time talking to that man, dearest.” James said sarcastically.
“Get over yourself, James. We were just talking. Am I not allowed to have an innocent conversation with the opposite gender?” You stand up to face James, eyeing him in annoyance.
“See to it that you never will with that man.” His eyes grew wide. You knew exactly what he meant by that.
You dashed towards the stairs, heading to the elevator. James immediately following after you. “I can’t believe you killed that man James. He has a wife waiting at home for him. Are you kidding me?” He easily could’ve shunned the man away, but your Jamesy being the way he is, he had to go as far as ending this innocent man’s life.
Reaching the elevator, you pressed the button for the penthouse suite with force.
Once the doors closed, James grips your arms and pushes you against the wall. “How many times do I have to remind you that you are mine?! I will not let other men even breathe your air.” James nostrils flared as he spoke.
You shook your arms from his grip and pushed him off of you. “Get your paws off of me, James.” If it were anyone else doing this to James, he would kill them in an instant.
The elevator doors open and you speed walk to your room. You attempt to close the door on James’ face, but he stops it with his hand and he slams the door behind him.
James clenches his jaw and starts taking deep breaths as he tries to prevent himself from yelling at you.
You cross your arms and face your back towards him not saying a word. The tension in the air was definitely thick. As the room is filled with silence, you gather your thoughts. You couldn’t believe James would really go as far as killing a man for speaking to you. You took a deep breath and without thinking straight, you unlock your arms and face James, yelling at him. “I’ve had it with you up to this point! This is fucking ridiculous! You know what? I’m leaving!”
You go around the room looking for your phone and your purse. The plan wasn’t to necessarily leave James, you loved him too much. You just needed to get out of the hotel for a minute just to give yourself space from James. Taking that man’s life for talking to you was just going too far.
James was going to let this go until you opened your mouth. He was shocked that you started yelling at him out of the blue. But sometimes, you can’t control your emotions and he’s definitely guilty of that too. You knew that yelling at him was going to push his buttons and you don’t know why, but that’s exactly what you wanted to do. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop using such foul language?!” James shouts at the top of his lungs. You can see his veins peek through his forehead as he’s yelling. “And you’re not going anywhere, I will not have that!”
“You can’t tell me what to do or where to go, James!” Once found, you throw your phone in your purse, then you started heading straight to the door. Before you had the chance to get even 5 feet from the door, James quickly runs out and locks you in.
Twisting the doorknob, trying to get the door open, only lead to failure and now you’re locked in your room. “God dammit, James. Let me out!” You yell as you’re pounding on the door, hoping it would help change his mind to set you free.
James ignores you with his back facing the door as he allows himself to calm down. It always breaks his heart whenever the fights end up as a threat from you to leave the hotel. You simply said such a horrid thing in the heat of the moment. It definitely was a flaw of yours.
The last bad fight you had resulted to you leaving for a night. And that night without you, caused James to go insane. James loves you more than he’s ever loved anyone else, maybe even more than killing.
After his mood goes from livid to content, he twirls the key around his finger, whistling while he does, then starts walking towards the elevator.
*NOT MY GIFS*
Let me know if you guys want a part 2! I would be happy to write one (:
-Request: “Hey! I was wondering if you could do a Mr March imagine where the reader is staying at the hotel and Ms Evers kidnaps her so James can kill her but when she is laying on the bed ready to die he doesn’t because he finds her beautiful. He ‘thinks’ he loves her and she hates him so when she tries to escape he fucks her roughly and shows that she belongs to him. Please write this imagine you’re my favourite blog and it would be AMAZING as a birthday present (I’m turning 21)” -anon
Type: smut (;
Warnings: extremely dom!james, bondage (sorta)
Summary:You check into the Hotel Cortez only to then be kidnapped. However once Mr. March sees you, he can’t bear to hurt a single hair on your head, but unfortunately for him you don’t want any part of a relationship with him. But when you try to escape, Mr. March shows you that you’re his and only his. And to your surprise, you love it.
Notes: okay so i know this sounds sorta like rape but i mean this is just an imagine and obviously rape isnt okay irl but i really liked this request so i tried to make it more just domrough rather than nonconsenting????? aNYWAY i tried to make it really hot so i hope you guys like it lol ps i went way overboard with this im sorry its so long
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“I’d like to book a room, please,” you smiled, as you walked up to the front desk. The woman sitting there startled as you spoke, as if this was the first time in weeks that anyone had come in.
She pushed her large black glasses up the bridge of her nose and spoke. “Oh, uh, alright, for how long?”
“Just one night.”
“And your name?”
She scribbled your name down in the guest book and then turned around to get a room key and placed it in the palm of your hand. “You’ll be in room 63.”
“Thank you.” you replied, taking the small silver key and turning down the hallway with your bags. The hall looked eerily empty, except for a maid vigorously scrubbing at a sheet. There was a large patch of blood on it, and you thought it was kind of odd for her to be handwashing blood-stained sheets in the middle of the hallway, but you just laughed to yourself, assuming that someone’s period came early this month.
You found your room and let yourself in, before dropping your suitcase and purse on the floor. For some reason, the room felt really warm, so you pulled your jeans and shirt off before laying back on the bed to relax. Just as you’d gotten settled in, you heard a knocking at the door. “Housekeeping!”
“Shit,” you mumbled, hurriedly digging your bathrobe out of your suitcase before answering the door. As soon as you opened it, you were pushed against a wall and a cloth was pressed over your mouth. You suddenly felt extremely drowsy, and your eyelids got heavier with every blink. You could feel yourself falling, but you were too far gone by then, and didn’t feel anything when your head smacked against the corner of the coffee table.
When you finally awoke, you could feel an intense pounding on the right side of your head. You tried to reach up and touch it, but your hands wouldn’t move. You slowly opened your eyes, and saw that your wrists and ankles were tied to the bedposts. Your bathrobe was nowhere to be seen, leaving you only in your bra and underwear. Your mouth was gagged, but you screamed hoarsely, not knowing what else to do. The maid you’d seen earlier in the hallway quickly came into the room. “Goodness child, keep it down! We must wait for Mr. March!”
Mr. March? Who the hell was that?
But your question as answered soon enough, as a booming voice came from around the corner, along with some footsteps. “Mrs. Evers, did you get the next one?”
A tall man with jet black hair and a small mustache walked around in, straightening his tie.
“Ye-yes sir, she’s right here.” she responded quickly, almost like she was nervous.
He stopped walking the second he saw your face, suddenly intirigued. He slowly set down the gun he was holding and walked around to the right side of the bed and kneeled down on the floor. “Good god, you’ve injured her!”
The maid looked confused, “Oh, I’m very sorry sir, I-I didn’t think that would matter seeing as you’re planning to kill her.”
“You may leave Mrs. Evers, I no longer need your assistance with this one.”
She practically ran out of the room, muttering about how much work she still had to do.
“My sincere apologies about the wound on your head, I don’t intend to hurt you.” he said, stroking your cheek and running his hand down to your collar bone. He touched your head and you winced, still feeling a dull throb. “Did that hurt darling?”
You cautiously nodded, and his expression turned into a hard frown. “I apologize, the last thing I would ever want to do is hurt you.” He gingerly unbound you and took the gag out of your mouth.
As soon as you were released, you jumped off the bed and ran towards the door. The doorknob wouldn’t budge, and you assumed it had soemhow been blocked on the other side of the door. Just as you began to turn around to look for a new way of escape, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind. “Where do you think you’re going?” Mr. March asked, lifting you up and bringing you back to the bed. “I didn’t want you to have to be tied up, but if you’re going to try and leave then I’m afraid that’s what I’ll have to do.”
He grabbed the rope he had just unbound you from and tied your wrsits to the headboard, but left your ankles free. “Let me go you asshole!” you yelled angrily, trying to kick him.
He made a “tsk” sound and pushed your legs down to the bed. “You’re practically begging for me to completely tie you up again, is that what you want?” he mumbled. “You belong to me, you understand? You’re mine, I love you, I would never hurt you my love.”
“Like hell you love me! You don’t even know my name you fucking psycho!”
“Ah, but I do, Y/N.” he retorted, placing a finger against your jawline. He leaned down and pressed small kisses against your neck and collarbones, mumbling things like, “so beautiful,” against your skin. This was wrong, you knew it was, but you couldn’t deny that you liked the way it felt and the way it was effecting you. You let out an almost inaudible moan, and you could feel him smirking. “No.” you said quietly. “I’m not yours, and you don’t love me – you can’t love me because I hate you.”
He stopped, and looked you harshly in the eyes. He angrily stood up and reached down to unbuckle his belt. “Don’t you get it Y/N? You belong to me.”
He finished undressing faster than you would have thought posible, and clambered back onto the bed. He roughly pushed your thighs apart and quite literally ripped off your panties, and then unclipped your bra. Thankfully you’d worn one that clips in front, so it remained in tact, but stayed around your shoulders since your hands were bound above your head.
“Mm, so beautiful,” he smiled slightly, leaning down and taking one of your nipples in his mouth while roughly kneading your other breast. He left a trail of wet kisses down your stomach until he got to your pussy. James pushed your knees up and put his face down to your core. He let out a satisfied humming noise and began eating you out, gently licking your folds. His hands came to rest on your tighs as he began tongue fucking you. As much as you thought you didn’t like him, you had to admit how good it felt– you were completely at his mercy. His tongue moved back up to your clit as he shoved two fingers inside of you. “Oh,” you let out a breathy moan, and felt the restraints’ tug on your wrists when you tried to thread your fingers through his hair. His dark colored eyes flicked up at you and one of them dropped down into a wink as he continued his incredible attack on your pussy.
You could feel your climax nearing, and as you started to get louder, it signalled to him that you were close. He immediately added a third finger, stretching you just a little bit too wide, and sped up the pace of his mouth. You could feel a buzzing in the pit of your stomach, and with one final flick of his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves, James had you coming undone underneath him. “Fuck, ohhh, fuck James.”
He smirked and sat up, giving you a nice view of his cock, which was so hard that it was flush against his stomach. You unconciously bit your lip at the site and looked up to his face. James was still smirking at you, noticing that you were enjoying the view. “Now darling, you’re going to take my cock like a good girl, Y/N. I know you’ve just come but there’s no rest, there is no fucking rest. You’re going to take my cock and come for me again. You’re mine.”
He grabbed your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist as he slammed into you. You felt a slight discomfort since he gave you no time to adjust to his rather large size, but the pleasure soon overtook that, as the tip of his cock grazed your g-spot. James leaned down to leave his mark on your neck, sucking in various places and then peppering the area with kisses. He leaned his head into the crook of your neck, occasionally letting out things like, “Fuck, you feel so good,” and “Mm, such a good girl for me.”
You tugged at your restraints again by accident, wanting to scratch your nails down James’ back and let him know how good he was making you feel. He noticed your struggle, and looked up to your hands. “Now, if untie you, are you going to keep being my good girl or are you going to attempt to escape again?”
“I’ll - mm, fuck - I’ll be a good girl, I promise,” you whined, throwing your head back into the pillows. He briefly stopped thrusting into you and reached up to pull the knot out of the rope that was binding your wrists together. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck, encouraging him to start fucking you again. James gladly obliged, but this time he leaned down and kissed you. He ran his tongue along your bottom lip, and you quickly opened your mouth to allow him entrance. Even though it was just something as simple as a kiss, it sent arousal directly to your core, and you could feel a flutterly feeling appear in your stomach.
You orgasmed fairly quickly, due to how sensitive you still were from your first. You clenched around him, and he moaned, so you did it again, and then felt him spill inside of you. You could feel some of his cum dripping out, but you honestly didn’t care, because all you could think about was how good it felt kissing him, even after he’d pulled out. James had worried that as soon as the sex was finished, you’d just try and run off again, but he figured there was nothing he could do if you did– he didn’t want to hurt you and he was too tired for more sex, so he pulled away from the kiss and rolled over so that he was laying next to you. To his surprise, you shyly cuddled up to his side, and carefully put one around around his stomach. He put his left around around your shoulders so that his hand was resting on your ass, letting you know that he was still in charge. He pulled the blankets up around the two of you so that only your shoulders were poking out the top. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and you heard Mrs. Evers come in. “Mr. March, have you finished with th-” she started, but as soon as she saw the two of you in the bed, realizing what must have happened, she placed on hand over her mouth in shock. “Oh, bother! I’ll never get that stain out!”
i hope this is sorta what you were thinking of and that you liked it, feel free to request again if you want something else lol bye !
request anything, requests are ALWAYS open (just tell me who you want it with (anyone from ahs) and if you want smut or fluff and what you want to happen) ! xx -l
Waking up this morning felt cold and lonely. James didn’t appear in bed next to you. In fact, his presence in the room was missing. On his side of the bed, you see a tray filled with eggs benedict, bacon, fruit, a glass of apple juice, and a rose. You figured that James had Miss Evers send this up for you.
Once you were finished eating, you brushed your teeth, tidied your hair a little and threw on a silk robe and slippers. As you walked out of your room, you left your tray of food outside of your door for Miss Evers to pick up then took off to go find your beloved.
You roamed the halls looking for James and he was nowhere to be found. Reaching floor 7, you can hear a woman screaming. So you followed her voice.
Upon reaching the room, you can see James slicing up her body and her screams slowly faded until it was silent.
“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” You said to James. The woman’s dead body laying on the table didn’t phase you whatsoever. James’ body was filled with the woman’s blood. After hearing your voice, he stops and turns around.
“Darling! Did you see to the breakfast I left for you this morning?” James smiles.
“Oh yes, it was delicious.”
“Not that I mind, but what brings you here?” James grabs both of your hands and kisses at them both.
“Well, I wanted to see if you would like to join me in the shower? I will be more than happy to help clean you up.” You let go of your hands from his grip and lightly cup his groin while smirking at him.
“Ah yes. I’ll call Miss Evers to clean up this mess and I shall meet you there, dearest.”
As you turn around to walk away, James smacks your ass. “Oh, James.” You turn around to smile at him and he gives you a wink in return.