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evanboodaddy · 9 months

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"I watched American Horror story for the plot"

the plot:

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ahsgirlblogger · 3 months

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maeriavizsendingjpmdose · 1 month

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"not all men-"

You're right, James Patrick March would NEVER.

#i love him too much #james patrick march #james march #jpm #mr march #evan peters #american horror story #ahs #ahs fandom #evan thomas peters #ahs hotel #evan peters fandom #ahs memes #aesthetic #girlhood #girl blogging

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evanpetersbf · 2 months

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JPM nation rise it’s his month

#james patrick march #jpm #evan peters #ahs #american horror story #mr march #hotel cortez #evan thomas peters #kai anderson #tate langdon #kyle spencer #my husband #I wanna suck him off #the d is Fire #My baby #I’m married to evan peters

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cult-princess · 6 months

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he HAS the range! 🙇🏻‍♀️

#evan peters #james patrick march #kai anderson #ahs hotel #ahs cult #james march #evan peters edit #american horror story #mr march #california love

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evanchantingpeters · 5 months

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I'm not drooling, you're drooling over Evan's hands... He's gonna be the end of me...

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emiko-matsui · 1 year

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happy march to all my ricky matsui girls (gender neutral)

#dimension 20 #d20 #the unsleeping city #ricky matsui #zac oyama #mr march #d20 tuc #tuc #dimension 20 the unsleeping city #sofia bicicleta

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detectivedeckerstar · 2 months

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Happy March to those who celebrate

#ricky matsui #the unsleeping city #dimension 20 #mr march #zac oyama #march

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fear-is-truth · 2 months

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#american horror story #hotel cortez #ahs #evan peters #james patrick march #jpm #Mr March #ahs hotel

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stuffenthusiast · 10 months

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ricky matsui

#like he is just so boy #ricky matsui #mr march #the unsleeping city #tuc #d20 #dimension 20

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evanboodaddy · 9 months

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girlyfart · 2 months

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just because hes a serial killer doesn’t mean hes all that bad 💒

#james patrick march #mr march #ahs hotel #ahs #i am mrs march #meowww

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maeriavizsendingjpmdose · 4 months

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You know the character is the best when they can be specifically described by lana del rey lyrics itself, and it always gotta be the fucking psychos.

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slvt4jamesmarch · 2 months

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I WAS LOOKING AT PICTURES OF MR MARCH ON PINTEREST AND LMAO ☠️

#james patrick march #mr march #murder daddy #ahs hotel #evan peters #my husband

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cult-princess · 2 months

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good morning JPM nation

#james patrick march #ahs hotel #mr march #evan peters #my husband 😁

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frankenkyle19 · 10 months

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Self Pleasure

I promise I’m working on my requests, I’m just having a lot of motivation issues so when I even grasp onto an idea, I run with it, because some writing is better than none.

warnings: Masturbation, slight self overstimulation, mentions of blood

word count: 1.1k

Self pleasuring was not something James Patrick March partook in often. If at all. Why should he when he could easily get his pleasure from one of his victims? Well, sometimes he didn’t feel the urge to kill. It didn’t excite him. He had to be in the mood for it. And sometimes he didn’t have the urge to fuck someone either. So that left him with one other choice. Self pleasure.

His hands were rough and scarred. Calloused from the years he’d spent with them wrapped around weapons as he watched blood spill. Nothing like the delicate touch of a lady. But alas, it would have to do.

It was late, and James was laying on his neatly made bed. He never got under the covers because he was a ghost and didn’t rest, so he saw no point in messing up its neatness. His hand made its way down his chest, to his crotch, slowly squeezing his half hard cock that was hidden within the confines of his pants. He sighed softly and titled his head back against the fluffy pillows, the deep cut on his throat making his neck feel tight. He didn’t feel pain the way humans did. More of a muted, empty version of it. So instead of pain, it just felt tense.

His skilled hands quickly popped the button of his neatly tailored black dress pants before pulling them down to his knees. There was no use in taking it all fully off, for he’d have it back on soon enough.

He slid his hand into his underwear, breathing heavily through his nose and causing his nostrils to flare as a deep sigh left his parted lips. He’d been so stressed lately, between the countess and the new souls in his hotel. He barely had a minute to himself, which caused him to be sharper and angrier than usual. He needed time to himself. Time to think without the presence of anyone else.

The blissful pleasure to his cock caused him to move at a bit of a quicker pace. He usually took as long as he pleased, dragging on his pleasure for hours at times. He was not planning on that this time. He needed a release badly. The sooner the better.

James’ Adam's apple bobbed hard as he swallowed the thick saliva gathering in his mouth. He hummed in pleasure as he stroked himself slowly. He was very meticulous with everything he did, and pleasuring himself was no different. He had it down to an exact science for maximum pleasure and minimum effort. A few quick strokes before he’d thumb at the tip, spreading the thick liquid that settled there. A few more strokes, and he’d fondle his balls. Then he’d repeat. He changed it up sometimes for a little variety, but it was always exact movements.

He fondled his balls in his palm, squeezing lightly as he rolled them, his breath picking up as his hand went back to stroke his cock. Of course a warm entrance to bury himself in would be much more enjoyable, but he was perfectly content with his hand at the moment. He knew himself better than anyone, so of course he knew how to pleasure himself better than anyone as well.

Another quick sweep across his cockhead before he went back to stroking at a steady pace as he threw his head back farther, neck straining as a groan left his lips.

“Ahhh” He sighed out in pleasure, his accent heavy and dripping with lust as his hips began to slowly grind into the touch. He didn’t speak much or make loud noises of pleasure when in such an intimate moment, especially not when he was alone.

He felt the pleasure increase, the sweet torment of a release so close making him sigh heavily. A tug of war in his mind between letting himself go and edging himself just a bit.

In the end he decided that he did not want to tease himself tonight, and sped up his thrusts, more so fucking up into the tight ring his hand made than anything else. His eyes were closed tightly as he felt himself on the cusp of pleasure. Just a bit more and he’d release, just a few more strokes-

“Aghhh” He came heavily over his fist, still fucking his hand through the aftershocks until he was too sensitive to continue. So he stopped, but didn’t remove his hand from his length.

He opened his eyes and glanced down at the mess he had made, hot ropes of white covering his stomach as he scrunched his nose up in distaste. What a mess he had made.

His hips bucked up of their own accord, his sensitive cock seeking friction once more. He often did this, overstimulated himself on purpose. The mix of pleasure and pain drove him wild.

He let his palm rub over his cock head, spreading the creamy cum over it like lotion. His hips jerked a bit, cock twitching weakly. It hurt in such a delightful way. He hummed, lips curling upwards into a smile as he relaxed back into the bed, letting his hand fall away. He needed to get clean, but he wasn’t going to do it himself. He had someone else in mind.

“Miss Evers!” He called, sitting up a bit, not bothering to even cover himself. He was not ashamed of his body, and he knew the reaction it got out of the poor woman. She had betrayed him. He wanted her to suffer. To long for what she couldn’t have.

In only a moment the woman appeared, eyes wide as she saw the state in which James was in “Mr. March I-“

“Clean me up.” He snapped, eyes dark and dangerous “and do not say another word, I want to enjoy myself a bit longer”

She swallowed hard before nodding, wetting a towel and carefully cleaning himself off, trying not to stare at his form, but it was hard considering he had told her to clean him up.

James winced and slapped her hand away as the towel brushed roughly against his cock, his lips curling into a snarl “watch yourself miss Evers. You are already tip toeing a fine line with me. Leave. Now.” He said, making a move to pull up his underwear to cover himself, his attitude as nasty as ever once more, his moments of pleasure and peace passed.

“Leave me to my thoughts, you wretched bat.” He waved her off dismissively and she left, leaving James lying on the bed to get dressed and roam the halls of his hotel once more.

#evan peters #american horror story #evan peters icons #ahs fandom #mr march #james patrick march smut #james march smut #james patrick march imagine #james patrick march #ahs hotel #american horror hotel #ahs fic #evan peters characters

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