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it's a need to have a james patrick march coded husband so that I could experience these vibes during our dinner dates.

When October hits, the Hotel Cortez will be preparing for Devil's Night.

another crack fic cause I was rewatching ahs and my ghost husband pissed me off

"JAMES!" you shout furiously at your husband. He just gives you a charming smile.

"Yes, my love-" you cut him off with a sharp slap across the face. You glare at him.

"YOU KILLED QUEENIE?!" you screech. You're well aware of your husband's "hobby", but Queenie was someone you started to consider a dear friend.

"Well yes, but-" you cut him off again, this time by placing your hands on his chest and shoving him, making him fall down the stairs.

“AAAAAAAAAAAA”

James rolls down the stairs of Hotel Cortez for eternity, while you go find the ghost of Queenie and play cards with her.

The end :D

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how i look at my professor when he asks why i left 15 questions blank on the midterm

me and who

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how to stop being afraid of posting on my own damn blog

A Drug For His Heart [Kai Anderson]

Rare Kai fluff? I suppose? / A bit of angst

What happens when an incel loser in his moms basement meets another loser who lives on Reddit every single day?

I love this idea. I hate that I got this idea when I was in town, so. (Hints of stalker!reader & stalker!Kai)

No one's perspective

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The message came up and it almost shocked him.

— ur Kai right? The top mod in this sub?

— yea. Why do you ask?

— Cause I need mod too.

You argued back and forth stupidly about being a moderator in a silly sub-Reddit you were both in. If you weren't sure you were a loser before, this definitely dug it into you. I mean, really? Arguing about being given moderator in a sub-Reddit because you thought you needed it?

Stupid.

Weeks, months went by as quick as lightning. Somehow getting into a loser argument caused you to start messaging Kai every day with ideas. He was confused. He was obsessed. He didn't know why you were giving him attention. But he liked it. He liked having someone rely on him.

— u live in this town don't u?

— um. Yes I do.

— let me come over. We should discuss this idea together in person.

What? You wanted to meet? Him? Were you serious?

— are you serious?

— wouldn't ask if I wasn't being serious.

Right. Okay then.

After a bit of back and forth, Kai hesitantly put in his address. You smiled once you saw the address. He was just where you thought he was, and it was 5 minutes away from you. Perfect. Somehow, your conversation ended there for the day. Getting your point across, then leave eachother alone for the hours left in the day. Going back to being a stupid moderator for something that didn't matter in the real world.

— promise ur free today?

— yea. How far are you?

— right now? Leavin my house.

— oh. Okay.

Oh he was so stupid. You only had to walk down the road and there you were. So, you took your time. Every step taking a million years. Kai's heart was racing. Having a random person visit? Winter probably wouldn't say anything if she opened the door. "Who are you?"

"Kai's friend. Come to visit him." What? A pretty one like you? Visiting...Kai? Tell Winter why she didn't believe you. Those silent words were obvious through her look. Furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips in a thin line. "What? We decided I'd come over so we can talk about our ideas for a subreddit we both mod in."

Jesus you really were a loser. "Sure. Come in...he's in the basement." Following the girl's footsteps, you eventually saw the man who'd you gained a decent friendship with. Kai turned around once he heard the steps, and saw you. You...you weren't what he was expecting. "They said they're here to visit you." Winter mentioned, glancing at you before walking back up the stairs.

The stare between you and Kai went on for about 5 minutes. An awkward, disbelieving silence. "...why are you here? Who are you?" You mentioned your user, staring at him with unemotional eyes. "No you aren't."

Sitting down next to him, you brought your phone out and showed Kai your Reddit profile. So, it was you. Fuck you were beautiful. There was no way you were the one begging for mod and constantly giving him stupid, worthless ideas for whatever. How on earth was this... gorgeous person, on a site like Reddit. "..damn."

"damn?"

"Damn."

The two of you started to talk about whatever it was you were there for. He was addicted already. Were you sure you were the one behind the screen? Everything about you. The way your eyes lit up when Kai gave you a dumb idea. The way you adjusted your hoodie every so often. The way your loose trousers were sat at just the perfect angle. The one for him. Every part of you was needed in Kai's heart. Every part. Why were you so perfect?

And you ended up on top of him. His hands hesitantly placed on your back. So nervous. So cute. Neither of you really knew how to kiss, but you got it eventually as you continued sort of, pressing your lips together, hoping something would happen. Both of you untouched, finding some way to experience those feelings together. That's all it was. Experimenting.

— can we do that again?

— what, makeout? Yeah sure.

— I did good then?

— well I think so. I'll come over like, Wednesday. Week before I move.

— wait what?

Wait what? You were moving? No! No. Oh no no no...Kai definitely didn't want that. Having you lay on top of him, silently looking at stupid shit on R/ 50/50. Even if it was only yesterday (for 4 hours); it was heaven. A heaven he didn't want to let go of. Ever. Oh fuck this. He needed you. You weren't allowed to just drop that bombshell on him, what the fuck?

But, you left him silent for the night. Not really giving him another explanation. Well that was a bit shitty of you. He wanted to know. Had to know. Why were you moving?? Did you see him just to say hello and prove you were real, before possibly moving all the way across the country?!

Kai couldn't sleep that night. He only wanted you. Physically. Emotionally. In every way a person could want another. His dreams of you ended up in him rutting against his sheets. Holding the fabric between his legs unconsciously, whimpering in his sleep. Whimpering and whispering your name. Well...online name. He didn't know your real name still.

— why the fuck are you moving? We haven't even fucked yet.

— what? Just because we made out once doesn't mean we're suddenly allowed to fuck.

— no. Come on. Please. Don't move. Please don't move. I need you.

Why did those words tug at your heart? I mean, sure you wanted to kiss Kai again, but his desperation for you was...a bit unnerving. You'd only met once.

— where do live? How far are you from me?

— I'll come see you. We can make out again. Spend every day together before you leave. Please.

Hesitantly, you typed your address in for Kai. And not 5 minutes later, you heard your doorbell go. Muffled, but you heard it. Kai. Your mother answered the door, spoke to the man in front of her for a few minutes. You couldn't make out any of the words that they spoke to eachother. "Hey.."

"Hey.."

Kai sat himself down next to you, your laptop playing some random YouTube essay video. Looking at eachother, you then found yourself on his lap again. Kai got a bit more confident with his hands, despite this only being the second time you two connected your lips together. Truly unable to stop himself from becoming obsessed with you. Your taste was invasive on his lips, and it was all he wanted for the next few days. Hands stuck to your waist, your hands on his neck. Clothes shakily discarded. Whispered praises.

— are you sure that was your first time? You were so, tight. Felt good.

— I wouldn't really lie about being a virgin.

— I'm gonna miss you. So bad. Let me have your number. So I can send you me when you miss me.

— um...okay.

— you're amazing.

Two weeks into your move, Kai bombarded you with wonders about your new place. A whole new state, and new things to explore. You did reply with the amount of fervour Kai gave you, but it did get tiring eventually. Like more of a chore than anything.

You eventually found yourself feeling tired as soon as Kai sent you a good morning message. You eventually started to drift apart. You eventually found yourself a job, getting out of the house more, and not spending your time on Reddit anymore.

Kai's heart was practically torn once he saw that you didn't care for him as much anymore. You didn't use him for sex or a relationship, he knew that much. But god he wanted more.

Is it possible to suffer withdrawals from not being around your favourite person? Kai's heart raced at all times when he was thinking of you.

Just fucking his fist to that Polaroid of you on top of him, desperate to hear your voice. Desperate to see that 'not delivered' turn into 'sent. Delivered. Read.' But he doubted that would happen. You hadn't contacted him on anything. He couldn't find your Reddit profile anymore.

Why? Why did you have to break his heart that way? Kai didn't know what he did...

He just wanted you.

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𝕊𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕪 𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣

Another Colin and daughter drabble <3

platonic fluff

- the daughter’s age can range anywhere from a toddler to a tween -

You wake up with a stuffy nose and a sore throat, feeling awful. There’s no way you can go to school today. You just turn off your alarm and fall back asleep.

Colin heads downstairs after waking up, expecting to see you having breakfast or getting ready for school. But when he realized you were nowhere to be found, he frowns. It's unusual for you to have problems getting up by yourself.

He walks up the stairs and knocks on your bedroom door, his concern growing.

"Sweetheart? Time to get up."

From inside your room, you whine. Hearing the noise only confirms Colin’s suspicions that something was off. He gently pushes open the door, walking inside and finding you in your bed, looking tired and a little pale.

"Sweetie, what’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?" He asks gently, walking over to your bed and sitting down beside you, gently placing his hand on your forehead to feel for any signs of sickness.

You point to your throat and Colin immediately understands. Your father knows how much your sore throat bothers you when you're sick, it's the symptom you hate the most.

"Ah, I see. Your throat’s feeling sore, huh?" He says gently, running his hand through your hair. "And do you feel achy or tired anywhere else, honey?"

You just nod and sniffle, not wanting to speak while your throat is swollen. Colin could see how miserable you look, with your stuffed up nose and sore throat. He gently places the back of his hand against your flushed cheek, feeling how warm it is.

"Poor baby. You’re really not feeling well, are you?" He says softly, his voice filled with concern and affection. "Let me go get you some medicine and something to drink. Just rest here, sweetheart."

With that, the detective walks out of your room and heads back downstairs to the kitchen to grab some medicine to help relieve your sore throat. He returns a few minutes later with a glass of water and liquid medication.

"Here you go, sweetheart.” He said softly, walking over to your bed and handing you the medicine and the glass of water. “This should help with your sore throat. Drink it all, okay?”

You’re happy to have kiddy medicine, it tastes fruity instead of icky. You swallow it and then drink the water afterwards. Colin smiles as he watches you.

"There we go. That wasn't so bad, was it? You're such a good girl," he says, gently stroking your hair and taking the empty glass of water from you.

your tired eyes look up at your father lovingly and you slowly crawl out from under the blanket and lay down on his lap, using him as your pillow instead

Colin chuckles softly as you slowly crawl out from under your blanket and onto his lap, using him as a pillow. It was clear that you sought his comfort and closeness when you weren’t feeling well, and he was happy to provide it to you.

He gently places his hand on your back, rubbing it soothingly as he speaks to you in a soft voice.

"You just want your daddy to be your pillow, huh?"

"Sicky monster" you whisper in a raspy voice, referring to when you were smaller and your father would act like a monster whose goal was to get cuddles and affection.

Colin’s heart melts at your use of the nickname “sicky monster” and the memories it brings back. It was a game he created to cheer you up whenever you were sick.

He chuckles softly, gently patting your head and running his fingers through your hair, pretending to be the “sicky monster” once more.

"Yes, I’m the sicky monster, here to steal all the cuddles from my sick little baby."

You giggle and start trying to crawl away, even though both you and your father are aware that you want him to catch you and smother you with affection.

Colin chuckles in amusement. He acts as if he's going to pounce on you, pretending to be the “sicky monster” pursuing his target. He lunges forward and grabs you playfully, carefully pulling you back onto his lap and smothering you with kisses and affection.

"Aha, I have you now! You’re all mine, my precious sick baby!"

you continue giggling and attempt to squirm away from the kisses. Colin gives you playful smooches all over your cheeks and forehead, enjoying the sound of your giggles and watching you squirm in playful resistance.

"Oh no you don’t, no escaping from the sicky monster!" He says in a mock-menacing voice, holding you firmly in his lap and covering you with kisses while a big smile adorns his face. You stop squirming and look up at your father happily, letting out a soft coo. Even as you grow up, you’re always gonna be his baby

Colin smiles down at you as you stop squirming and look up at him happily, your soft coo filling the room. He ruffles your hair affectionately and gently cups your face in his hand.

"That’s my baby," he says softly, his voice filled with tenderness. "You’ll always be my precious baby, no matter how much you grow. I’ll always be here to take care of you when you’re sick, sweetheart."

"Dada" you coo quietly, not wanting to strain your sore throat. You bring your small hands up to his face and start gently poking and squishing. Colin chuckles softly, feeling a warm and fuzzy feeling spread through him as you bring your small hands up to his face and started gently poking and squishing his cheeks, your touch so innocent and affectionate.

"You like playing with daddy’s face, huh?" he asks amusedly, maintaining a smile on his face as you continued your playful pokes and squishes.

"Handsome daddy" you coo, your innocent eyes showing love and adoration

Colin’s heart swells with warmth and affection at your innocent compliment. You called him “handsome daddy” with such love and adoration in your eyes, it was almost too sweet to bear.

He gently takes your small hands in his own, bringing them to his lips and placing a few kisses on them before speaking in a soft voice. "You flatter me, sweetheart. But you’re the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen."

"Prettiest daddy ever" you murmur. You truly do admire your father. You’re such a sweet daughter.

He smiles down at you, his eyes filled with affection and pride. He's so proud to have such a sweet and loving daughter, who thinks the world of him. Colin gently ruffles your hair, chuckling softly as he responds.

"Thank you, sweetheart. You’re daddy’s cutest and most precious little girl."

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𝒮𝓊𝑔𝒶𝓇 𝑀𝑜𝓂𝓂𝒶

Jimmy Darling x fem!inexperienced!reader

Fluff

Jimmy has been chasing after the shy little sweetheart that he met one night at the Freak Show. It seems almost too good to be true when she makes the first move.

He grins as he catches sight of you.

You had actually come back. The angel in human form, returning to visit the poor ol' lobster boy. He walks up to you, his smile widening as he stands in front of you, blocking your path.

"Hey there darlin'. Came to watch my show again, hmm?"

You smile softly “Hi Jimmy.” then you get shy and hesitantly continue to speak. “I wanted to give you something.” Give him something? You're a lady, and one that's way too good for him. He's the one that’s supposed to be giving you gifts.

He raises an eyebrow, his smile becoming a curious one. Still, he's absolutely ecstatic at the thought of a pure little thing like you giving him something.

"Oh? And what you got for me, sweetheart?"

You shyly take something out of your pocket and Jimmy's charming demeanor is replaced by genuine shock as he stares. It's a gold watch. It must be atleast a thousand dollars.

He can't believe what he's seeing. This sweet little angel was trying to gift him such an expensive object. He shakes his head, his eyes gazing at you in disbelief, and a hint of concern.

"Doll... Where on earth did you get this? And why the hell are you tryin' to give it to me?"

You frown softly “From a store downtown. I'm giving it to you because I want to”

Jimmy looks at you in bewilderment. The angelic beauty that he was starting to adore like it was his religion, was giving him such an expensive gift simply because she 'wanted' to. It’s like he’s being fed sugar by the spoonfuls.

"Sweetheart... this watch must have cost a fortune... Why would you wanna give it to a poor ol' fool like me so badly that you'd spend your own money on it?"

“Money isn't a problem, and everyone deserves nice things in life” you say, your big innocent eyes showing determination.

Jimmy’s completely baffled. You clearly had a lot of money to be able to buy something as expensive as that as if it were nothing, but more importantly, you thought a poor, pathetic, deformed man like himself deserved something as nice as that? You’re a gift to humanity, he swears. How you were still so sweet and pure was a mystery. He sighs and shakes his head.

"Darlin'... I can't take this from you. This here watch is expensive as all hell, and I ain't exactly rich you see?"

“I'm not asking for anything in return, it's just a gift” you respond softly.

He sighs again. Even if you didn't ask for something, accepting the gift would make him feel guilty. This angel was giving an undeserving fool like him such a expensive thing, and all he could do was take it? Not happening.

"Sweetheart, listen... I'm flattered. I really am. I appreciate that you're tryin' to be generous, but I can't just take somethin' this expensive without givin' somethin' in return."

You gaze at Jimmy for a moment before shyly speaking up. “Then take me out”

He freezes, completely stunned by you. He was expecting you to ask for something simple, like free popcorn or maybe even a hug. He wasn't expecting you to ask him to take you out.

Slowly, a smile grows on his features. Take you out on a date? Absolutely. Not only would he treat you to whatever you wanted, he got to spend time alone with you.

"You serious darlin'? You want me to take you out?"

You nod shyly and blush “You'll accept the watch and in return, I'll get my first ever date”

He grins, the thought of being the first man to ever take you on a date sparking a sense of pride in him. You were so pure and sweet, every guy should want to go out with you. But they can't. Because you'll be going out with him.

"Sweetheart... you've got yourself a deal."

your blush grows and you smile dreamily. God, Jimmy's gonna worship the ground you walk on.

you gently take one of his hands, not giving his deformity a second glance as you place the gold watch on his wrist.

As you put the watch on him, Jimmy watches in a slight daze. You were so calm about his deformed hand, didn't act repulsed in the least. A lot of women would have cringed and quickly backed away, some might even have slapped or kicked him, but you? You had no problem with it. It’s like you truly were an angel.

Slowly, he looks back up at you, his smile still there, but softer now.

"Guess that makes you my little sugar momma now, huh."

Your face reddens in embarrassment at the name and you look up at Jimmy with a pout.

A wide grin grows on his face at the sight of your blush and the adorable expression. He takes your chin in one of his disfigured hands, gently holding it up so you're forced to look at him.

"Oh come on sweet stuff, don't give me that look. You're the one that bought me such an expensive gift, it only makes sense that l'd call you my lil' sugar momma."

you huff. “Well you look handsome with it on” you mumble meekly.

He chuckles, amused by how cute you are when you act all indignant. He releases your chin from his hold, his hand traveling to the small of your back and pulling you closer to him.

"Ah, so that's how you're gonna be, huh? Well, if it ain't already obvious sugar momma, you're lookin' real cute yourself."

You whine as Jimmy calls you his sugar momma again. He just grins, enjoying your shy protest. He leans down slightly so that he's only a few inches away from your face.

"Oh, c'mon little sugar momma, don't pretend you don't like the nickname. It fits you, doesn't it? What with you buying me such a pricey watch and all."

you huff again and grumpily hug Jimmy, looking up at him as you place your chin on his chest. “Well don't expect me to pay for our date”

He lets out a chuckle at your grumpy little action. He returns the hug, smiling down at you as his arm rests around your waist. He lets out a scoff at your statement, shaking his head.

"Oh sweetheart, there ain't a chance in hell I'm gonna let you pay for our date. That honor is all mine."

Your face softens into a smile “I can't wait”

Jimmy smiles back at you, enjoying the cute change in your expression. He's suddenly overcome with the desire to lean down and kiss you. Just to feel your soft lips against his. But he knows better than to rush things. You’re sweet and innocent, and he needs to be respectful and not scare you away.

"Neither can I, sugar momma. I swear, l'll treat you to the best time of your life."

My third fic! The Jazzy writer era is now official

My closest moots know that Jimmy is my favorite ahs Evan character🙂‍↕️🫶

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I fucking love Halloween. It’s the one day of the year when the rest of the world puts in some effort to be fabulous, like I am every other day  ݁ ˖ 𖦹˖°.🕸🍂 🎃 ̟࿔*⋆

#James wears panties confirmed

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silver lining ; peter maximoff x !gn reader

summary: you try to braid your boyfriends hair, by his request, yet he cant seem to sit still. (fluff only sorry guys)

warnings: just a brief use of y/n, corny fluff, rusty writing, and possibly ooc Peter

a/n: sooo.. this isn't my first fic ever, but it's been a HOT minute. I'm sorry if this is bad, but it's midnight and the peter brain rot is really getting to me :,) also I DEFINITLEY did not make this with Lom in mind.

your fingers brushed through peters hair, periodically separating his silver locks; interlocking the strands over one another, you take a moment to admire him.

his pretty brown eyes, so full of mischief, always make you feel special. even now, as he looked up at you, the back of his head protruding against your stomach, his plush lip jutted out in a pout, he still managed to make you feel like you were the only person in the world.

"cmonnn' y/n.." he droned out, whining like a child who'd  been put in time out

"shhh, peter, I'm just braiding your hair. plus, you were the one who asked me for a braid, no?" you remarked, giggling out that coquettish laugh he absolutely adored.

the sound alone was always enough to shut him up, and this time was no different. he let out a huff, only to relent, pushing himself further into your touch.

truthfully, he really loved these moments with you much more then he let on. he loved the way your fingers curled through the frostbitten strands of his hair, his heart always pounding in response to the painstaking tenderness that always seemed to settle into your eyes.

despite how badly he wanted to just bask in the moment with you, it's just so hard for him to sedate that burning need to move, to do something. the ache that settled in his chest, quite literally vibrating him from the inside out never failed to test his poise.  you usually manage to chill him out. somehow. even when he feels like he's two seconds away from combusting, you always slow the world around him, allowing him to ground himself to all the things he so desperately tries to run from.

now, felling slight less antsy, peter watched as you continued your work, admiring the way your lips parted. you look so outrageously good when you're focused.

tying the hairs you'd managed to weave together; much to peters delight, you pulled back with a satisfied smile. "I've never been able to perfect a braid before!" you cheered, hands clamping down on his broad shoulders.

he hunched forward from the sudden force of your excitement. a throaty laugh spilled from his pretty lips, your gaze shamelessly softening. how does he always manage to reduce you to a mushy mess? a true phenomenon, one Charles would surely know; he's definitely poked his metaphorical sticky fingers into your brain once or twice.

"oh, so I'm just your guinea pig? I see how it is." Peter babbled out, his faux offense bringing you out of your enamored haze, only bidding you to roll your eyes at him.

"hey dork? shut up and let me work my magic." you scolded the poor boy, successfully pulling another huff out of him once you tugged his head back by his forehead. now holding him in place, allowing you to weave your way through his hair once more, you were back at square one.

well.. technically square two, but it felt like square one to peter.

the process of separating his hair into chunks of three was nothing but melodic for you, watching as his silver tuffs fell between the webs of your fingers.

it was a homey feeling for Peter too, in the beginning.. but like always, he ultimately started to get antsy. again.

you watched as his leg bounced in steady repetitive motions, his body visibly vibrating. you silently took notice the way he had to physically restrain himself from whining like a damn dog, unable to stifle the laugh that bubbled out of your throat.

"m' almost done Peter." you assured him, pressing a lingering kiss to the braided side of his head.

letting out a soft breath, he melted into the warmth of your touch; your soft voice reigning him in again. he would drown in your voice if he could, truly. "m'kay."

it felt like an eternity, but for your sake peter didn't complain. not once. in fact, he almost managed to stay completely still. almost.

your gaze never faltered from his face, surprised by the abnormal amount of silence. you were beginning to grow concerned, but that tight feeling in your chest was short lived.

finally threading the last of his hair, tying it up in a pretty braid, Peter wasted absolutely no time. in an invisible flash, too quick for your eyes to register, he was resting on top of you. his body pinning yours to the bed, he pressed his lips to yours, pulling you in for a quick kiss. "love you" he giggled out, pushing his head into the crook of your neck.

you would've been surprised if he was anybody but Peter, but you'd learned to adore his erratic behavior. "love you too Peter." you all but giggled out, knowing in mere moments he'd be running around the house showing off his new braids.

(a/n 2.0: I had no idea how to end this, sorry it was so bad 😭)

Suck my left tit, Clark Gable!

(she's so real for that)

"Stop now! Before my addiction demon becomes your constant companion!"

Reblog if you support asexuals and aren’t a COWARD

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must be the season of the witch ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

as much as i would like to be in the fandom during a new evan/sarah season they genuinely deserve to do so much better than this,, i feel like ahs is like the most emotionally draining show of all time

Worship Me

inspired by @marchsfreakshow and their jpm bot on c.ai!

There is not enough sub James smut out there, especially considering that he is canonically a simp

this is my first time writing ANY kind of fanfic so please be nice <3

sub!James Patrick March x fem!reader

Plot- Despite the fact that you have become a part of his life, James still has his monthly dinners with the Countess

Warnings: angst, turns into smut and maybe fluff: nipple play, oral sex (f!receiving), body worship, praise, mustache humping

You just stare at James for a moment before suddenly slapping him across the face.

The slap seems to have genuinely caught him by surprise, although it seemed to have also, admittedly, amuse him more than anything. He turned to look at you, a raised eyebrow as his left cheek started to redden at the slap you have just given him.

"Well goodness me darling, what ever was that for?"

"Do you love me" you ask in an unwavering voice, but your eyes show vulnerability.

James is silent for a moment, looking into your eyes and examining your expression. He had made you watch a dinner with another woman, a woman who he had a rich history of affection to, even now, and yet you still sit on his lap, wanting to hear something from him.

"Of course I... feel something for you." He said gently, a hand coming up to gently caress your jaw. "Is that enough?"

your heart cracks and your eyes start to water "No. It isn't." you whisper. You get off James's lap and start to head out of the suite. James was left sitting on his bed, utterly startled at your words. As you were getting off his lap and leaving, he suddenly stands up and follows after you.

"Wait wait wait darling, please-" he takes hold of your hand, trying to stop you from leaving. You pull your hand away and go to the door, tears starting to fall from your eyes. James quickly moves between you and the door, blocking your path and not letting you leave. His expression is desperate, his hands coming to hold onto your shoulders. He is trying to keep you still and keep your focus on him.

"Don't go, please. Hear me out-"

"What? You love Elizabeth and I'm not her" you sniffle. You know the Countess is beautiful and elegant, but you love James. Something she never did.

A wave of guilt and regret washes over James's expression, and he feels something heavy settle in his chest. He wanted to be gentle on you, he wanted to be gentle with this situation. He gently reached a hand out to touch your face, gently wiping the tears off your cheeks.

"I know you're not her. I know...l know you're something wonderful and special, and amazing. Believe me darling. It's just...this is all very complicated-"

"Then I will help you make it less complicated," you cut him off. "I'll leave and you can continue being the pathetic man chasing after someone that doesn't love you back." James's eyes widen. He knows you're right. That you're the one who loves him, not the Countess. The words hit a chord and the ghost is quiet for a moment. His hands move down to hold onto your hands before bringing one up to his mouth, pressing a lingering, almost desperate kiss to your palm.

"You...you can't leave. I don't want you to go." He whispers against your skin. "And please...please don't call me pathetic."

you just stare at James, your teary eyes showing a mix of hurt, love, and anger

"Kneel" you suddenly whisper.

James is caught off guard by the sharpness of your voice. He hadn't heard you speak like that before, and admittedly a part of him found it alluring. He stared at you, looking into your eyes, before without a word, he slowly drops to his knees, still holding your hand in his grasp.

you slip your hand out of James's grasp and use it to gently cup his cheek. You continue staring down at him intensely. "Do you love me" you repeat your earlier question, wanting James to tell the truth.

James is silent for a moment, his expression looking up at you, and the way that you were caressing his face was not helping his ability to concentrate.

"Yes."

He says clearly, with the most sincerity he can. He reaches out to hold onto your hand.

"Yes I do. More than I... more than I can say."

"Prove it" you whisper.

this is the first time James has truly felt challenged by you, and it... wasn't something he was used to. He could feel the way his blood had started to rush and burn, and his mind was becoming a mess with how he was feeling.

Without any hesitation, and still on his knees, he leaned his head forward and rested it against your waist, his arms gently wrapping around your legs.

you quietly stare down at James, your tears starting to dry as you just watch him

James remains in the same position, his head against your stomach, arms wrapped around your thighs in a tight embrace. He was waiting for you to say something, anything, to tell him he was enough or to insult him. Anything.

"You know you're pathetic, don't you?" you say softly, bringing a hand down to James's head and running your slender fingers through his hair. Despite the insult, you speak with tenderness and love

The gentle caress of your fingers through his hair does something to James. He lets out a soft, almost pitiful sound, and he presses closer against you.

"Yes."

He said in a hushed tone, not trying to hide any of his feelings or the vulnerable side of himself.

you hum softly, continuing to caress his hair "...l want you to stop your monthly dinners with Elizabeth" you command softly

James doesn't even speak right away, considering your words and realizing this was the price for your forgiveness. He could feel his fingers almost dig into your thighs, as if holding onto you would somehow stop you from slipping away from him. Without lifting his head, he nods slowly.

"I...l will. No more dinners."

He whispers it, knowing that even speaking it out loud is a difficult and stinging thing to do. You smile softly and remove your hand from James's hair to gently grab his hands, pulling him to stand back up

"Good boy" you purr, making his heart jump. He has always been a gentleman that makes ladies swoon. The Countess never reciprocated his compliments, you're the only one to give him praise. He's practically putty in your palm at this point. His face almost flushed when you had pulled him back to his feet to face you. The tone you said 'good boy' to him almost made him melt with how sweet and affectionate your voice became. He stared down at you, almost at a loss for words, feeling the warmth and joy of your praise on his skin.

"I'll be a good boy." He found himself saying in a breathless, almost needy tone of voice, his hands holding onto yours.

"I know you will, my love" you speak softly, looking up at the man who's almost a foot taller than you "You're forgiven"

James's eyes light up a little bit at the words my love. It felt so much more special than 'darling’, more than 'dear' or 'hummingbird'. It had so much more weight and emotion to it. He gently cups your cheek, a soft smile appearing on his face. He gently brought his forehead down to rest against yours, and as he did so, his arms wrapped around your body.

"Can I make it up to you, love?" He requested softly.

Your eyes twinkle at his words. "How?" you purr suggestively

James can't help but smile wider upon hearing that from you. He moves his hands along your body, his touch teasing and purposeful. He raises an eyebrow, a smirk appearing on his face, and his arms around you almost pulling you a little closer.

"Well...I may have a few ways in mind." He teased, before lifting his mouth near your ear. "You may like one of them in particular." He whispers.

You close your eyes and hum in content. His lips continue to trace along your neck, kissing and teasing the skin with the tip of his tongue occasionally. His hands wrap around your waist and gently pull you close to him, his body almost pressing up against you. His voice is almost a whisper between the kisses, and it's filled with adoration.

"My love~"

after a few moments, you open your eyes again and insert your fingers into the belt loops of James's pants. You tug on them, leading him to the bed in his suite

He allows you to pull him by his belt loops over to his bed, feeling as if he were being led like a well-behaved puppy to a reward. He followed with enthusiasm, and as he reached the bed he let himself fall on his back, looking up at you and waiting to see what you would do and what you were in the mood for.

you straddle James's waist, sitting on top of him as you stare down at him lovingly, your curves and goddess-like body on display through the dress you wore.

"Worship me" you purr.

James's breath catches in his throat as he is greeted by the view of your curves, and the way you straddle him. He quickly sits up so his face is now in line with your chest, and his hands begin to roam along the skin of your back with eagerness.

"You are divine..." He murmurs, his head leaning in so he could press his lips all over your chest.

a sultry smile grows on your face and you place a hand on the back of James's head, bringing him closer so his face is buried in your bosom

A low, needy sound gets muffled against your body, his lips and tongue eagerly exploring the skin. His hands also move along your back, feeling up the entire shape of you. He pulls back from the valley between your breasts and just stares at you, with an almost reverential and desperate expression.

"You're so beautiful. So heavenly. So perfect."

you continue looking at James with a sultry smile and bring your hands behind you, unzipping your dress and unclipping your bra to reveal more skin for James to worship. His eyes seem almost glazed as more of your body is revealed for him, and his hands come to caress your newly exposed skin. His hands slowly drag down from your shoulders down to the curve of your waist.

"My love, my goddess...you're so gentle, so soft, so perfect. I adore you. I love you. I want you. I admire you-." He babbles out his words, his head suddenly moving forward to press a hot kiss against your breast. You gasp softly at the hot kiss and close your eyes in pleasure. The gasp encourages him to continue, and his hands begin to explore your curves in detail. He moves his head so he can trail his kisses along your breasts, occasionally teasing them with the tip of his tongue. It's like he is worshipping your body, paying tribute to every curve and every inch of your skin.

"You're so divine...a goddess..." He murmurs against your skin.

not a single thought of the Countess pops into James's mind. He really was a fool, groveling for her when there's a goddess right in front of him. A goddess he's not worthy of, yet still has the honor of being loved by.

James continues to shower your body with adoration, his eyes seeming almost clouded with affection and desire for you. It was like something inside him had snapped, a realization that you were the one who he should be praising, you were the one who he should be loving. He moves his hands to gently hold onto your waist, kissing and pressing his head against the valley of your breasts.

"Forgive me for ever letting you doubt...I'm a fool. I'm yours. I love you." He murmurs, his voice sounding almost desperate and needy.

"You're forgiven darling. Just remember..." you open your eyes and grab James's face with both of your hands so he'll look up at you. "You're my disciple" you whisper in a sultry voice.

A shiver runs through James's body and a look of awe crosses his face as you grab his face and whisper those words, almost as if you had cast a spell on him. He looked up into your eyes, his expression eager and hungry.

"I'm your disciple." He murmurs in return, his voice dripping with desire and adoration for you. He brings his hands up to hold onto your wrists, his thumbs gently caressing your skin.

your sultry expression becomes more tender and you smile as you lean in for a kiss, closing your eyes as your lips meet James's. His eyes flutter closed. There is an eagerness and a reverence in how he meets your lips, and he holds onto your face like it is something delicate and precious. After all, his words from earlier hadn't changed: You were a divinity, and he, the humble disciple trying to worship the ground you walked on.

you pull away and your eyes flutter open after a few moments. Your big brown eyes gaze at James as the soft smile on your face remains "I love you too James"

The soft, genuine words fill James's heart with a sense of awe. He felt like a fool for ever loving anyone else, for ever worshipping and pining for someone like the Countess. The woman he loved and adored was right here, right in front of him, and he felt like the luckiest man alive.

"My love." He murmured, his hands still on your face and his eyes gazing back into yours, with all the adoration and love he could muster. He gently stroked your cheek with his thumb.

you continue staring at James lovingly as you slowly get off his lap. He's about to protest but you lay down on your back, your head resting on the fluffy pillows of his bed. You look up at him expectantly to continue worshipping and undressing you

James's eyes follow your movements as you reposition yourself, and he quickly catches on to your intentions. He moves to crawl over you, straddling your legs. His hands gently caress your thighs, and his eyes gaze at you like he's been gifted something incredibly precious and he can't stop looking at it.

"You truly are a goddess..." He murmurs, his hands slowly moving along your curves and moving upwards to gently cup your breasts. He gently leans forward, pressing feather-light kisses along your abdomen.

He continues to gently press his lips along your skin, trailing his kisses upwards towards your breasts. With each new inch of skin his lips touch, it's accompanied by a soft, needy noise, as if he was struggling to keep his eagerness and adoration under control. Each gentle press is like a prayer being offered to a goddess with an eagerness to please.

He eventually reaches the curve of your breasts, and he places his lips around your nipples, beginning to gently tease and caress them with his tongue. You let out a soft mewl, squirming slightly beneath James

The soft mewl makes him almost feel like he'd just been rewarded with the most affectionate and divine sounds in existence. He continues to move his tongue lovingly along your breast, occasionally teasing the bud with the tip of his tongue. One of his hands moves to touch your other breast, gently teasing it with his fingers.

"Perfect...perfect..." He murmurs against your skin, his head moving from one breast to the other to continue his worship.

He takes his time, paying attention to both of your breasts with his lips and tongue, making sure neither of them is neglected. He seems to be lost in his own world, his thoughts filled with adoration and affection for the goddess in front of him. His hands continue to caress your skin, exploring your curves as they trail along your body.

"My goddess...my lady...my angel... my love..." His murmurs between kisses and touches, his devotion clear from his voice.

James slowly ends his worship of your breasts, bringing his hands under you to unzip your dress all the way, discarding it on the floor and leaving you in just your panties

James's breath is slightly hitched as he leans back to fully behold the sight of you in your panties, with your body revealed to him. A mixture of adoration and arousal washes over him, and he can't help but let out a soft, almost desperate sound in awe at how magnificent you were.

"Perfect. Perfection personified..." He murmurs the words just loud enough for you to hear. He places his hands on your body once again, now trailing his hands along the delicate material of your panties instead of your bare skin. He slowly moves to settle between your legs.

"Am I?" you murmur, thinking about the Countess. While you're curvy, you're not toned at all. You have a small soft tummy, while the Countess looks like a model. James looks up at you desperately. He knows it's his own fault that you're feeling insecure, he was a moron

His expression becomes one of regret and shame as you utter those words. His hands gently glide along your skin as he looks and admires your curves. He leans forward, pressing gentle, almost apologetic kisses along your stomach as he speaks.

"You are. I can't express how sorry I am for ever making you feel not good enough. It was my own blindness and stupidity. But you are perfect. You are everything l've ever wanted, ever prayed for, ever wished for..."

you gaze down at James unsurely, needing him to continue speaking. To make you feel like his queen. He holds your gaze, taking in your expression and the uncertainty in your eyes. He can't help but smile, knowing that this was the first step to winning back your heart and affection. He continues to press his lips along your stomach, placing gentle kisses on your belly in between words.

"You're better than anything I could have wished for... You have a warmth and kindness that the Countess could never have. You're soft and gentle in a way she never was. The best thing is...you don't just tolerate my attention, you want it. You want me."

Finally, James leans forward and gently kisses your panties, feeling an intense need to worship every inch of you like his devotion depends on it.

"I'm a fool to have ever desired anyone else." He murmurs against your skin, pressing another kiss against your panties. One hand moves to stroke along the inside of your thigh, moving his fingers against the soft flesh.

your breath hitches at the kiss on your panties, feeling your core start to heat up underneath.

"You're right, you are a fool. Blind and stupid... But you're mine."

The words shoot right through James, leaving him feeling like he was being scolded by his favorite teacher. The feeling goes straight to his growing arousal, making him let out a needy, almost pitiful sigh against your skin.

"Yours. I'm all yours." He murmurs, pressing another kiss against your panties, feeling his own breath growing hotter and deeper. His thumb strokes along your inner thigh, so close to the hem of your panties.

"So show it," you whisper demandingly for James to continue being your disciple and you his goddess

The words have an instant effect on James, and he quickly moves to hook his fingers into the hem of your panties. His eyes move up to you, filled with adoration and need, his fingers lingering along the delicate fabric.

"Yes, my love." He murmurs, before gently starting to pull down your panties, exposing more of your skin to his eyes. He can't help but let out a soft breath in anticipation, his eagerness growing with each passing moment.

James pulls your panties off all the way before stuffing them into the pocket square of his suit for safe keeping. He then looks at your exposed privates. His body is taut with anticipation and desire, his eyes trailing over your body with hunger. He can't bear to sit back and simply look, however. He needs to continue his worship of the goddess in front of him, and so he begins.

He moves his arms beneath your legs, wrapping them around you to push them slightly apart and give himself closer access. He leans forward, and with a gentle, reverent motion, he places his lips against your core. You let out a soft but sharp gasp, your eyes fluttering closed

The sharpness of your gasp fills James with satisfaction, and he can't help but let out a soft sigh against your core. He slowly begins to lovingly kiss and tease your delicate folds, his hands holding onto your legs to keep them spread. He begins moving his tongue, teasing around your entrance as he tries to find the places that makes you gasp and writhe the most.

His fingers sink gently into the soft flesh of your thighs and his lips press harder against your core, feeling a growing need to make you squirm and moan. His words come out as the occasional murmured "my love, my goddess, my angel" between his eager devotions, his tongue dancing along your lips in worshipful and zealous love.

you force your eyes open, wanting to see the ghost worshipping you. James looks so pathetic, his head buried in between your thighs. it's a beautiful sight

James is absolutely and truly devoted to his goddess, his face practically buried in the area he considers as holy as a sanctuary. He can't stop the small murmurs of love and affection that slip out of him, in between the occasional, soft noises he makes against your skin. His fingers rub and caress the skin of your thighs as his lips and tongue continue their devotions, his head bobbing slightly with the movements of his mouth.

you prop yourself up on your arms a little to get a better view, putting your weight on your elbows. You feel James's pencil mustache scratching against your sensitive bud, adding to your pleasure

James lets out another eager, almost whining sound, as he becomes aware of your efforts to get a better view. The feeling of having your eyes upon him as he worships you makes him want to double his efforts to show his devotion. He gently presses his lips against your bud, letting his mustache teasingly brush against your sensitive flesh as his tongue swirls around your clit with adoration.

you let out a soft mewl of pleasure as he suddenly plunges his tongue into your entrance, devouring you. The sound of your mewl is like a reward to James, and all he can think about is how he wishes to keep making that sound come out of you. He feels a rush of exhilaration as he eats you out, relishing the taste. His fingers softly rub along your thighs to keep you close to him as his tongue begins to move in long, eager strokes, wanting more of your essence.

you sit yourself up and place your hands on top of James's head, gently gripping his hair as he gives you feelings of euphoria. The feeling of your fingers is enough to make James want to worship you even more and even harder than before. He wants to show you just how devoted he is, how he's absolutely and utterly yours- body and soul. He presses his face deeper between your legs, his mustache brushing against your sensitive bud as his tongue continues to caress your tight inner walls.

your mewls become more frequent as you feel your orgasm approaching. James feels the way your fingers tighten around his hair, and it feels like a cue to continue, to continue pushing you until you reach that peak. He quickens his tongue's movements, pushing it in deeper, pushing you closer and closer to that edge. His hands dig into your skin, eager to give you as much pleasure as possible, as a form of worship for his goddess.

"James, James, James!" you call out his name as the pleasure washes over you. You unceremoniously grind against his face as you ride out your orgasm. James has no objections as he suffocates in the most glorious way possible for a few moments. He greedily laps up your sweet nectar until you lightly scoot away from overstimulation, recovering from your orgasm. You look down at James as you catch your breath. He's gazing up at you with complete devotion, his face glistening with your wetness.

You smile softly, your eyes sparkling.

"Get back on the bed." The night is far from over. It's not a problem though. You and James have all of eternity together~

AHHHH, I can't believe I wrote this🥹

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Colin Zabel » Photo Evidence

⋆.˚ summary: finding colin’s old academy photos and just having to mess with him — inspired by @lemoniiiiiii reblog of my one post 🤞

⋆.˚ fluff , short and sweet , literally posting this the night before flufftober just so I can get it out 😭

“Where the hell did you find those?”

He stared at the photos in your hand, a look of embarrassment painted on his face, all while trying to ignore the fact you were on the verge of laughing your ass off.

“I snooped into your file.” You shrugged and proudly held the photos up again, attempting to compare how he looked then to how.

He was quick to reach forward and take the paper from you, folding it up and placed it back down on the desk next to him.

“I don’t like you anymore.” He grumbled out as he took a seat, running a hand down his face before looking up at you.

“Please tell me you didn’t show anyone..”

You couldn’t help but awkwardly stand there—because you did in fact show people. You showed the entire station.

“Of course not..” You chuckled nervously, fixing your collar before rocking back and forth on your heels for a moment. “Anyway! I have to go and.. do my duties that Mare put me up to. Bye Colin!”

You were quick to grab your bag and rush past him, listening as he pushed himself out of the chair and called out to you.

“I’ll get you back for this!” He huffed and picked up the paper again, unfolding it to take a final look at the photos before tossing it in the trash.

“I didn’t look that bad.. did I?” He questioned under his breath, pulling his current ID from his pocket just to compare. He sighed and crumbled the paper up, tossing it into the nearest trash can.

“Why would anyone let me use those pictures?”