Evan peters imagines, smut, and fluff

Dearest-James march

Hello beauty's, I've just had this song stuck in my head for a while so I had to. Enjoy darlings❤︎
Warning: smut, jealously, chocking, spanking, degradation, praise, overstimulation, and a lil fluff at the end
This is not mine, it's from tumblrت
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James March.
The name rung in my ears like an omen.
Was he going to approve of what I was up to? Most certainly not. Was I going to continue anyways? Definitely.
Lately, my husband seemed more interested in brutally torturing his victims than in me. While not a universal struggle the thought still plagued my mind. So naturally, I decided to have a drink.
I took a seat on one of the barstools, flagging down Liz Taylor, the bartender. She grabbed a glass from the shelf, making her way towards me with a smile on her lips.
"What will we be having tonight Mrs March? A martini? Mayhaps? Scotch on the rocks? She offered, wiping down the counter, her metallic nails shining in a stark contrast compared to the white of the cloth.
"I don't know Liz, surprise me. Something strong. I replied, sighing deeply. She smirked at me, but went ahead and prepared the drink nonetheless.
"Something the matter, sweet cheeks? It's a little odd to see you down here drinking by yourself without your glamorous man beside you." She set a small glass of amber liquor in front of me, waiting intently to hear my story. I downed the glass in one gulp, my throat burning pleasingly.
"James seems more interested in mutilating other women than he does in me, as of late." I said, circling the rim of my glass with my nail.
"The sex isn't good is it?" Liz asked, refilling my glass knowingly. I shook my head, taking time on my drink.
"It's not that, believe me. It's amazing when it does happen, to say the least." I answered rapidly, my eyes darting around the lobby, waiting for James to appear and punish me for even saying such a thing. 
Before Liz or myself had a chance to open our mouths again, a man slid up against me. He looked sleazy, borderline filthy, even. Blonde hair with black roots almost matted down to his head, greenish yellow eyes, and a 5 o'clock shadow that obscured most of the bottom half of his face.
"How are you ladies doing tonight? I couldn't help but overhear your troubles baby. A husband unwilling to satisfy your needs? Deplorable." He shook his head, reaching in front of me and downing the rest of my drink without permission.
"Yeah, it's get rather lonely with no one to please me. It's just me and my hands, if you know what I mean." I grinned devilishly, holding up my fingers in a scissoring motion. I had no intent on sleeping with the man, just wanting to tease him and play along instead.
"I could help you out, if you don't mind. What do you say about a night in with me, babygirl? I could make you feel really good."
I wasn't going to let it go any further, much less entertain his offer. Before I could turn him down, however, it seems my choice was made for me.
"I think she would say no to that, unfortunately? My husband said, suddenly appearing behind me. "It seems she a little tied up at the moment to even consider the thought. I trust we won't have to discuss this any further?" He maintained his composure, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his cane, aching to bash the mans head in with it.
"Go on, run away." I said, winking at him while making a shooing motion with my hand. "Like they always do" I muttered under my breath. As the man shuffled off awkwardly, I turned towards my husband, draping his arm over my shoulder in faux affection.
"What are you doing down here all by yourself, dearest? Drinking at such an unreasonable hour?" He asked, leaning against the bar top.
"I'm not by myself, Liz is h-" I tried to explain, but James cut me off.
"I'm sure miss Taylor doesn't need you pestering her anymore while she works, now does she?" He looked at her for confirmation, but not waiting for her to say anything before dragging me away from the bar. Liz mouthed me a 'good luck' before we both disappeared around the Corner.
James, surprisingly, remained silent the whole up to room 64. It made me worry slightly, but I brushed it off as irritation towards the bar creeps actions. I shrugged off my coat and sauntered towards the closet to get changed, before I get very far, James grabbed me by the throat and pinned me to the wall, nudging my feet apart and shoving a knee in between my legs.
"You think you're getting off easily after that little stunt, do you darling?" I remained quiet, prompting him to tighten his grip on my airways, a chocked moan escaping me.
"I guess I just thought you'd ignore it, like you ignore me." I sassed.
"Need I remind you that you're mine, my dear. Mine and no one else's for all of eternity." He growled into my ear, biting on the sensitive skin on my jawline. "Say it back to me" I smirked, deciding to push my luck as far as it would go.
"Say what?" I teased, biting my lip provocatively. That seemed to be the last straw as James yanked me away from the wall, tossing me onto the bed carelessly. I heard clothing rustling as I flipped over and watched my husband undress before me. He stalked towards me, towering above me as he leaned over the bed.
"Such a lovely gown you're wearing Mrs March." He accented the 'ch', ripping the dress apart by its seems. "Such a shame it had to go."
His mouth latched onto my nipple, my hands shooting up to wrap around his neck. He suddenly stopped his ministrations, drawing a whine from me.
"If you touch me again, I'll have to make sure you won't, and I don't think you'll like where that'll get you." James warmed, moving his focus to your neck instead. I immediately disobeyed him, latching onto his shoulder instead.
"It seems to me you need a reminder, darling." He pulled away from me completely, retrieving his leather belt from the pile of clothing. My mouth grew dry at the sight of it, arousal seeping in between my thighs. James lifted my head from the bed, wrapping the leather around it and securing it just tight enough to constrict my airways.
He flipped me over, the leather twisting around the skin of my neck. I was pulled up by the leash, snapping my gaze towards the wall. "Get on your knees" those words sent shivers down my spine as I moved, not hesitating to obey.
James pushed my underwear to the side, wasting no time before slamming into me, stretching me deliciously. I cried out, nearly ripping the sheets with my acrylics. He seemed to thrust in an uneven pace, starting out fast and hard, slowing down to soft and deep. My face burrowed into the mattress, muffling my moans and groans. Noticing this, he sped up his movements and tugged sharply on the belt, ripping my head from the soft blankets below.
"Don't silence yourself, dearest. I want everyone to hear who you belong to." His free hand came down swiftly on my backside, surely leaving an enflamed handprint on the tender skin. I gasped at the feeling, moving my hips in tandem with James thrusts. His cock slammed deeper into my welcoming heat, now brushing my cervix.
I subconsciously clenched around him, pulling a groan from behind me. One hand reached underneath me, toying with my clit, while the other pulled on the belt, the leather searing against my skin. I writhed beneath him, moaning obscenely as he pushed me closer and closer to my orgasm.
"Are you going to cum, darling? Maybe now you'll be able to tell me who you belong to." James grunted, administrating a sharp tug on my leash and a pinch to my nub.
"J-James I'm-" I chocked out as I came. He thrusted into me, even faster than I thought was possible, riding me through my orgasm. My body fell limp, dropping against the sheets. I heard a dark chuckle behind me as I was rolled onto my back, now staring up at James.
"Aww, look at you, a sweaty, writhing mess underneath me." He groped my thighs, spreading them as far apart as he could. The belt was unbuckled from my throat, instead wrapped around my hands and looped through the bedpost, securing them tightly above my head. "I'm not done with you yet."
James slammed back into my over sensitive wetness, filling me up once again. I felt every inch of him against my walls, my insides churning with pleasure.
"James - fuck - p-please let me touch you!" I groaned, leaning back into the pillowy softness beneath me.
"Not until you tell me who you belong to, mrs March." He panted. "You will come when I say so, do you understand?" I nodded weakly.
"Tell me you understand!" He grabbed my throat, my pulse thundering under his fingertips.
"I understand, mr March." I rasped, my eyes rolling back. He moved his grip to my hips, grasping them roughly as he bucked his hips into me, the sensation making me mewl.
"That's a good girl" James rocked his hips at a harder pace, the head of the bed knocking into the wall. I was a moaning mess underneath him, whining and mumbling unintelligibly. "Now cum for me, darling." He cooed, his thumb grinding against my clit.
I cried out in ecstasy, my back arching into my husbands chest. I saw white as my second orgasm washed over me, barely comprehending James coming inside me. He pulled out, hovering over me with a burning intensity.
"Now, y/n, would you care to tell me who owns you, or do I have to punish you further?" He spoke in a gravelly tone, an octave lower than usual. His fingers entered me without warning, curling against my sensitive spot as they brushed my insides.
"You! Fuck, you do! You own me, James! I'm yours, your little slut to play with!" I whimpered, my nails digging into my palms still restrained above my head.
"There you go" he praised, slipping his fingers out of me as he undid the belt from my hands. "Now, now, dear, was that so hard?"
I slumped against the bed, earning a chuckle from James at my fucked-out state. I crawled under the covers, to tired to redress myself. James slid in beside me, pulling me to his chest.
"You did so good for me, sweetling." He carded his fingers through my hair, tracing patterns on my lower back. "I love you."
"I love you too, James." I mumbled before succumbing to the sleep beckoning to me.
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Hope you enjoyed darlings.
1854 words, damn.
Stay weirdシ