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DEVILS NIGHT

Pairing: James Patrick March x wife!reader

Warnings: not proofread!, smut, unprotected P in V, nipple play, fingering, oral sex m!receiving,use of ‘good girl’, V slapping, dirty talk, murders, blood, kidnapping (none to reader) mentions of other famous killers and their crimes, James being completely pussy whipped for you, 18+, MDNI, below the cut!

Word count: 1,452

You would talk to Liz and Iris allot, like nearly all the time, part of your daily routine, Liz would talk about her son, Doug, while Iris would talk about pop culture drama and about her son, Donovan.

It was devils night tonight, which meant the biggest party of the year, at least for James and his..friends, some of the worst, most horrible serial killers in all of America, the guest list was a crazy crazy thing, consisting of.. John Wayne Gacy, Aileen Wuornos, Jeffery Dahmer, Richard Ramirez, The Zodiac Killer and don’t forget John Lowe.

As it was your husband, James’ birthday today..you would have to bring his breakfast up to him in your shared hotel room, you made him the breakfast you would have made him 80 something years ago..While you two were alive.. your little cooking magazines you would buy called ‘American Cookery’, you would make him Coffee, shredded wheat and hot milk, it’s what was said in the breakfasts for business men and women..so you made him that, mixed with a little bowl of his favourite fruits, grapefruit, strawberries and bananas.

“Breakfast is ready sweetheart” you say as you shut the hotel room door with your foot, walking over to your shared bed, He’s half naked, he would only sleep in his pyjama pants, he was half asleep when you came in, his usual gelled hair, an absolute mess, you where still in your nightgown and dressing gown for goodness sake.

“I could never have wished for a better lover, darling” he says, in his sleepy morning voice, he’s quite cute in the morning for a man who’s killed hundreds of people, can’t say much. So have you.

He put the tray on the nightstand and smiles at you, opening his arms, one thing James would never admit is: he’s a cuddler at night, especially in the morning, his big arms wrapped around you and he smiles. “My beautiful girl” he says as he kisses your forehead.

“Jamie” you giggle in response, his face in your neck as he gently kissed and sucked on the skin, in certain places making you moan a bit.

“Mmm I could just have you as my birthday breakfast” he says, kissing down your neck and shoulder as he slipped your dressing gown off, making you giggle and always feel special around him.

“Mmm make love to me handsome” you say as he captures your lips in his, his hand sliding down your back to grope your ass through your nightgown, the fabric of the skirt moving against his fingers, you could already feel the soaking pool in your panties.

“God I love that laugh” he says as he takes your dressing gown off, throwing it to the side, then pulling down your nightgown at the front, so your tits spill out, causing you to blush and hide your face.

You could already feel him getting rock hard under you, funny thing is, ghosts can be dead but still have human emotions, it’s strange..but that also means the anatomy stays the same, you two had been dead since 1929 and still getting turned on by each other, been married in 1925.

“You know” You say as you kiss him. “It’s been nearly 100 years since we met..we met when..1924?” You say as your lips graze his.

He smiles into the kiss, his fingers sliding down you thighs, feeling your underwear. He smirks. “My word I am a lucky man..” making you whine a small bit.

His fingers trace the wet patch in your panties and you groan against his neck. “Mhm let it out, be a good girl for me” he whispers in your ears as his fingers hook the sides of your panties, pulling them down, the cool breeze hitting your pussy lips making you groan through the cold air of the room.

“Fuck you’re so wet aren’t you darling? This is what I do to you huh? You like when I’m all over you?, good girl” He pulled his hand away from your pussy and spanked it, he loved spanking your pussy with his hand, he thought it was just so..erotic the way you would writhe next to him as he knew he was in control..that’s what he loved, control.

You were so horny already, you could barley form words, only little whines and moans. “Shh baby it’s okay you’re doing so good” he says as he kisses your neck, his fingers grazing your pussy lips, his wet fingers gently touching your clit making you shut your eyes and bite your lip.

“Just..fuck me already!” You whine as you arch your back against him, he just gave you a soft laugh. “Mhmm baby, you wanna suck me off first? You look so good blowing me” he says as he grips your boobs, twisting your nipples in his fingers.

You could only nod in response to your husbands words, pulling his pyjama pants down and pulling his boxers down, giggling as his cock sprung up, she was always so excited to give him head, so eager. “Always so eager my love” he says as he touched your hair gently as he smiled at you.

You giggled as you licked a thick stripe up his cock making him let out a soft breath, he leaned back on the bed and got comfortable, you knew how to please him, you two have only been married ninety seven years…

When your mouth touched his tip he knew he wasn’t going to last long in your mouth, your hot mouth wrapped around his thick cock was something he adored for the past years, his cock hitting the back of your throat was an unforgettable experience..

His big hand pressed right against the back of your head, pressing your mouth further onto his cock, he gently started thrusting his hips up to your face, his cock now fucking your mouth.

He felt close so he tapped your cheek. “C’mon sweetie, I’m close” he says as he taps his cock against your lips, turning you around so your ass is up in the air. “Ready Darling?” He says as his hands grab your hips from behind.

He slides his cock between your wet folds, your body arching to get a better angle, He grabs a fistful of your hair pulling your hair back towards him as he fucks you.

Small mumbles of “yes” and “harder” slip out of your mouth as you two become closer and closer by the second, James had been coming inside you for the past 97 years, not like either of you cared.

You griped the sheets for dear life as he mercilessly fucked you into the bed, his grip on your hair and his right hand gripped onto your hip, leaving a red handprint, his fingers almost going pale white from holding so tight.

You two soon came, you couldn’t really hear what he was saying over your own moans and groans, his cock continuously pounding into your pussy from behind, such a sight would make a porn star look like an amateur.

After your eventful morning, You two just knew devils night was going to be a beautiful horror of a night. You danced with Aileen as you had been doing every devils night, she would jokingly kiss your face and call you sexy to annoy James. “That is my wife you’re referring to Aileen remember that”

“Welcome to Our annual devils night” James speaks up as his hand snakes around your waist to grip your hip. “We shall enjoy our food, then get onto the fun”, everyone knew what that fun meant, a murder, by all of them at the table.

James kissed your lips gently and Jeffery Dahmer gave a look of disgust, making you look at him as you filled your wine. “Now now jeffery don’t look at me like that, you ate people”

As Ms Evers came in with the dinner, she gave you a filthy look, as if you had rolled in shit and piss your whole life, yes obviously she’s had to clean blood stains off you and James’ bed from murders but..she signed up for it when she died in 1929 didn’t she.

James played with your fingers as you blew some smoke out of your mouth from your cigarette, he was absolutely whipped for you and it was completely obvious, he would beg on his knees for your attention at times.

Once the dinner was finished, Sally brought a man in, a tall man, a little overweight, balding, didn’t have any family so he wouldn’t be missed, as every devils night everyone attacked him and killed him, James looked at his beautiful woman, your hands covered in the man’s blood and James sighs happily.

“What a beautiful way to spend my birthday” he says as he kissed your cheek before rubbing his fingers across the blood stained part of your cheek.

You gently kissed his lips and smiles.

“Round two?”

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I DONT THINK THIS IS VERY GOOD LMAO

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livyjh · 8 months

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Temptation ch.2

Co-written with @fhatbhabie

No Outbreak!Dbf!Joel x Fem!Plus size!Reader

Series Masterlist

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Summary: After you break things off with your toxic boyfriend, you move back home with your dad. His best friend and neighbor, Joel Miller, takes an interest in you. But you’re the one who has to convince him to make the first move.

A/N: okay, we’re too excited for you guys to read more so we will be posting a new chapter (on this account) every 4 or 5 days. Reminder: reader and Sarah are both in their mid 20s, Joel is in his mid 50s, reader’s dad is in his early 50s.

Chapter warnings: teasing, a little roughness, talk of food/cooking/eating, mention of boner 👀

Divider art by: @saradika

Over the next couple weeks you leave your curtains open all day, every day.

You never do catch Joel watching you, but you’ve seen him sleeping a couple of times. He goes to sleep around 9pm, you’ve noticed. You’re still looking for a job so you stay up late pretty much every night.

You’ve made a habit of changing clothes in front of the window, usually faced away so that Joel thinks you don’t know he’s watching. He’s gotta be watching…

Sarah comes back from college today which meant you’d definitely be seeing Joel sometime this week for dinner with him, Sarah, and your dad.

Like she read your mind, Sarah sent you a text.

Sarah: picking up Starbucks. Almost home. Want anything?

You: iced chai latte. You’re a lifesaver!

In a matter of 10 minutes you heard the honk of a small car outside.

You went out and noticed Joel’s truck was gone. He must still be at work today. It was nearing 3pm which meant he’d hopefully be home in a couple hours or so.

“Sarah!” You smile as you walk across the yard to her car.

“Hey!” She shouts back with a grin.

You round her side of the car and give her a hug.

“Girl, what have you been doing?” Sarah pulls back and looks you up and down.

“What do you mean?” You blush a little.

“You’re just like… way hot.” She laughs.

“Oh, you know, had that post breakup makeover and here I am.” You flip your hair dramatically.

“Okay, well you’re gonna have to tell me how to make my boobs look like yours.” She giggles and reaches into the car before leaning back out and handing you your drink.

“Ha. Thanks.” You smile. “How much do I owe you?”

“You’re kidding.” She snorts and closes the driver door before opening the trunk. “It’s on me.”

“Thank you.” You nod. “Can I help carry anything?”

“Nah, I’m okay. Thanks though.” She pulls a medium sized suitcase and a small backpack out of her trunk. She slings the backpack over her shoulder before walking past you toward the house.

You guys talked from time to time but you hadn’t had the chance to tell her you moved back yet.

“You just happen to be visiting right now, or…?” Sarah asked.

You followed her into the house after she unlocked the door. “Uh… no. Actually I moved back in with my dad a couple weeks ago.”

“What about Thomas?” She asks.

You rub the back of your neck awkwardly as she sets her things down. “We broke up. It was… messy.”

“Shit. I’m sorry, Y/n.” She frowns.

“I’ve realized pretty quickly that I’m better off without him.” You shrug.

“Good.” She nods. “Good for you.” She takes a sip of her coffee and sits on the couch, patting the spot next to her.

You sat down by her and she turned on the tv to a music station. “Alright. Tell me everything.”

You took a deep breath and a long sip from your iced latte. “Okay…”

You tell her all the details. The way that your boyfriend had stopped caring about you; both in bed and out of it. The way he would spend way more time out with his friends than with you. Stopped holding your hand in public. All the bullshit he put you through.

Sarah then told you about the nasty breakup with her boyfriend that she’d been dating since senior year of high school.

“At least you didn’t get cheated on.” Sarah frowned. “But still, I’m sorry you went through that.”

“Same to you. Men are… the worst.” You roll your eyes.

“The worst, right?!” She laughs.

You giggle too but stop when you hear the front door open. You turn to look and see Joel stopped in his tracks in the doorway.

“Dad!” Sarah jumps up and runs over to Joel to hug him.

“Hey, honey.” He smiles and hugs her back, sneaking a glance at you. A glance that didn’t go unnoticed by you.

You feel yourself start to blush so you look away, reading the music related fun fact on the bottom of the tv screen.

“So glad to have you home.” Joel says as he and Sarah both pull out of the hug.

“Me too.” She nods.

“Hi, Y/n.” Joel gives you a modest wave.

“Hi, Mr. Miller.” You give him a half smile, trying to seem unbothered. After all… he is old. Maybe he just forgot to text you back… but you doubt it.

Sarah doesn’t pick up on the slight tension in the room, thankfully. “Okay, dad, we have to have spaghetti for dinner tonight.”

“Gonna have to run out for some bread and sauce.” Joel tells her.

“I can grab it.” You stand up. “Been meaning to run to the store anyways.”

“Thanks, Y/n.” Sarah smiles.

You nod and head for the door now that Joel was out of the way. “See you guys in an hour.”

“Bye!” Sarah calls as you close the door behind you to leave.

***

You go to the store for bread and spaghetti sauce, also picking up a few snacks and hygiene items for yourself. When you get home you decide to change your bra out for a push-up. Not that you really needed it, but… you wanted to show off to Joel tonight.

You left the rest of your outfit the same, not wanting anyone to say anything about you changing between an hour ago and now.

You were in a black v-neck shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. Around your wrist is a dainty chain bracelet. You’re wearing some purple converse too. Your hair is down, kind of wavy at the moment.

Looking over yourself in your mirror, you decide you look good. You hear your dad come in the house and you go downstairs to greet him.

“Hey.” You say as you walk into the kitchen to see your dad grabbing a beer from the fridge. “Long day at work?” You laugh.

“You have no idea.” Your father shakes his head.

“Spaghetti at the Miller’s tonight. Let’s go.” You smile and grab the food off the counter.

“Sounds good. I didn’t know what I was going to have for dinner anyways.” Your dad shrugs and follows you next door.

You knock and then let yourself in. “Hello!” You call out as you walk in.

“Come on in!” Joel calls from the kitchen.

You and your dad go into the house and past the living room to the kitchen.

“Hey!” Sarah smiles wide. “Oh hey, Mr. Y/l/n!”

“Sarah.” Your dad grins and gives her a hug.

You and Joel make eye contact across the room until Sarah’s head moves back and blocks your vision of him. She looks at you. “Thanks for going to the store.” She takes the bag from your hands.

“Totally.” You nod with a smile.

You see Sarah walk over to the stove where Joel looks to be stirring noodles. She elbows his side and whispers something.

“Uh, yeah, thank you.” Joel smiles at you.

You stifle a laugh. “…anything we can help with?”

“Yeah, you guys butter and season the bread. Noodles and sauce are almost done.” Sarah says as she pours the jar of sauce into a pan of cooked, ground hamburger meat.

You grab the bread, getting next to Joel to open the fridge and get the butter. “Can you hand me a couple knives?” You turn to Joel.

He doesn’t look directly at you, one hand still stirring the noodles while the other reaches into a drawer on his right to grab two knives. He hands them to you. “There ya go.”

“Thanks, Mr. Miller.” You smile even though he can’t see it.

You all finish preparing dinner, then plate up and move to the dining room to a square table. Joel sits on your left, Sarah across from you, and your dad on your right.

You all start to dig in, finally making some small talk as you got more and more full.

“How’s school going?” Your dad asks Sarah.

“Fantastic. I’ve got a prototype made for a little project I’m doing. It’s gonna change the game on microbiology.” She answers with a smug grin.

“I’d love to see it.” Your dad says.

“Okay!” Sarah replies excitedly as she stands. “Come on, it’s in my car.”

Your dad gets up and before you or Joel could say anything, the two are headed for the front door and out to Sarah’s car.

You don’t know what gives you the bravery to do it, but you say something to Joel after a couple moments of silence. “You never texted me back.”

Joel’s head snaps up, his eyes shooting to yours from his plate. “Huh?” He visibly blushes.

“I asked you a question and you never answered.” You shrug.

“I don’t…” he sighs. “I can’t be lookin’ at you like that. ‘S not appropriate.”

You lean back in your chair with a laugh and a shake of your head. You roll your eyes and then focus them on Joel once more. “You’re telling me you wouldn’t fuck me… right here, right now, if given the opportunity?” You cross your arms over your chest and press your tits together even more.

His eyes glance down at your cleavage for just a moment.

“Honey, you couldn’t handle what I want to give you.” Joel taunts.

You’re the one blushing now. You gulp and sit up, reaching under the table to put a hand on his thigh.

He suddenly grabs your wrist, tight, gripping it so hard you could feel your bracelet making indents in your skin. You look up at him through your lashes, “I’m sure I can handle more than you think. Look at me, you won’t break me… Mr. Miller.” You smirk and grip his thigh.

His hand tightens around your wrist.

“Okay, that- that kinda hurts.” You laugh nervously.

He tosses your hand away. “Told you.” He sneers.

Fuck. That was some sort of test? Shit, you liked the pain but you thought it best to let him know he was hurting you. Your panties were slick with wetness at this point and all you wanted to happen was for him to bend you over the table and have his way with you.

Sarah and your father walk back inside as if on queue, still deep in conversation about microorganisms and different things they do and how to study them. You have a hard time keeping up, not really interested in the subject as much.

They sit back down at the table as they bring their conversation to a pause.

Sarah looks around at all three of you. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure-“ your dad starts.

You interrupt him. “Actually… I’m not feeling very good. I think I’m gonna go to bed early.” You grab your stomach to imply that it was hurting.

“Aww, sorry sweetie.” Your dad pats your shoulder.

“I’ll be alright. Just need to lay down.” You smile weakly and get up. “Bye, guys.”

As you walk to the door you hear all three of them, even Joel, say either goodnight or goodbye.

You walk home across the yard and head up to your room. You get out your laptop, strip out of your pants and sit in your bed watching Netflix for a little bit. You pause it when something catches your eye.

Joel’s bedroom light.

You saw it turn on in your peripheral and then looked up, watching Joel walk into his room and close the door behind himself.

You watch as he takes off his shirt and sits down on his bed, facing you.

He leans over and puts his elbows on his knees before rubbing his eyes.

You get up and stand by your window, hoping he’ll glance your way. He finally looks up, doing a double take when he sees you.

You bite your lip, locking eyes with him as you slowly run your palms up your sides and over your breasts. You see him mouth the word “fuck.”

You gave him a small smirk and slipped off your t shirt leaving you in just your bra and panties. The bra you had on was a bit too small having your breast pudging out of the tops of the cups. You looked over at Joel and felt his eyes burning holes into your skin. You gave him a small wave and quickly closed the curtains leaving him alone in his room with his cock trying to break itself free from his jeans.

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