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in-hav3n · 11 months

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✮ 𝓘𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮

❘❘ The reader is younger than James.

Fifth show, Sweden. On this beautiful sunny warm afternoon, you were doing the same gestures for the tenth time. You didn't mind. You loved to feel useful for people and you loved this new job you got. Being a roadie on Metallica tour was an unexpected turn in your professional career but still, it was the most interesting job you've ever done and you enjoyed every minute of it.

James, Kirk, Lars and Rob were rehearsing, testing the mics as well as their instruments, walking around the stage in their comfortable clothes whilst the Met crew was working to settle everything. You were sticking the sheets of schedules and setlist at every post at the right place for the staff and settled all kind of stuffs they'd need for tomorrow's gig.

Walking around in comfortable clothes too - no need to wear black outfit like for a gig ; plus the day was particularly hot, you decided to wear a black top and a jeans skirt - you were listening with one ear as doing your tasks, sometimes whispering some lyrics or moving your head on the rhythm. Not paying attention to what was happening around you, you were busy on fixing something under the stage when you heard James calling you.

"Are there some guitar picks down there (X/Y)?", he asked you, recognizing you at your hair color.

Normally roadie would never had any contacts with the band but you were introduced in the Met crew by Lars' drum's technician so you had some kind of special place. Plus you were doing your job, not complaining or trying to become friend with the band, like others did before. But that didn't stop the guys from being naturally kind with everyone and since you were "part of the family", they tried to get to know you a bit more than with any other roadie.

You looked up at him and your heart started to beat faster. You nodded at him and quickly went to give him one. Standing on your tiptoes, you leaned over the big stage to give it to him. James kneeled down, chuckling as he noticed you had to do that to be able to reach him. Your fingers connected for a moment and you let out a discreet gasp. He took the picks and smiled at you. "Thanks sweetheart". You managed to mumble a "you're welcome" and stood petrified for a while, looking at him going back to the stage center. He was rehearsing "Creeping death" riffs, focusing on his play as smoking his cigar. Even with just a brown short, a "Bastardane" shirt and a cow-boy hat, he was gorgeous.

Here were your big secret. You were craving for James Hetfield and it wasn't right. He was 59 and you were much younger. Plus he might had someone since he divorced last year but you didn't know, you weren't in the confidence and it was none of your business. But still, you couldn't stop dreaming of him, day and night. You knew nothing would ever happen and never you'll do something to seduce him or something. That would be very inappropriate. You just enjoyed the fact that you could sneak around him and took any opportunity you had to look at him or admired him from far away. That was already enough.

Later, you came back inside the backstages, your duty around the stage finished for the day. Since you had nothing else to do, an assistant asked you to put bottles of water inside the guys backstage's rooms, in case they'd need it for tomorrow. You accepted and quickly did this new task. The guys were still rehearsing at the moment so they would never know you had came inside their private areas. But the assistant knew and trust you enough to do it.

You started with Kirk's, Rob's and then you arrived in James'. You came in and a strong smell of cigar smoke and male perfume hit your nose. You chuckled. No surprise. You put the bottles in the mini fridge, not really paying attention to the mess all around, until you notice to sheets who were supposed to be stuck on the wall. It was the schedule and setlist again. The person who did it didn't do his job properly. You sighed and quickly went out to search what was necessary to put it on again. 2 mins later, you were back, on a chair to fix it in a good level so you were sure the sheets won't be unhooked and fall again. But impossible to take some tape. You were fighting with it, cursing until you heard footsteps coming and a door closing. You quickly turned around and your eyes landed on James.

"Oh I'm sorry...I was just..", you mumbled, showing him the duct tape. You felt completely ridiculous like this, in his backstage room, standing on a chair but you were just doing your job. James took a drag of his cigar with a nod and sympathetic smile.

"It's okay, keep doing your job. I'm just searching for something", he said with a nice tone as searching some things in his bag. You gulped and went back to your task, trying to focus but it was hard. He was just a meter away from you and you could feel the smell of his cigar from where you were standing. You finally managed to took some tape, put the duct on the chair and stood on your tiptoes to fix it. You didn't see the duct falling on the ground but James did. He looked over and put his cigar in the ashtray on the coffee table. He kneeled down to grab it and as he looked up to give it to you, he noticed he had an interesting view from here. He could see under your skirt and a cocky smile appeared on the corner of his lips. Interesting, he thought. Very interesting.

He got up and stood next to you, handing you the duct. You saw nothing until your peripheral vision noticed it and you slightly jumped of surprise and nearly lost your balance. You didn't hear him coming closer. James chuckled at your reaction and placed one hand on your hips, the other on your lower back to prevent you from falling. "It's just me sweetheart. Relax", he said with a smile. You thanked him, your cheeks soon flushing hard when you realized where his hand were. You managed to place the paper and turned over to face him.

"I-Is that good over there for you?", you asked him, showing him the paper placed on the wall.

"All good. Thank you. Now get down before hurting yourself", he said with a kind tone. You chuckled to him with a shy smile and accepted his hand to got down carefully from the chair. You didn't know if it was the weather but you felt a sudden heat radiating inside your body and you realized that it was James touches and kind gesture towards you that provoked it. It was completely insane.

Once on your feet, you stood face to face with him and you realized that he was closer than you expected him to be. You could smelled his masculine perfume mixed with smoke and it was enchanting. James looked over at you with his piercing blue icy eyes and it was really intimidating. You gulped and opened slightly your mouth to get some air cause it started to be difficult to breathe.

"Did you enjoy the show earlier ?". You assumed he was talking about the rehearsals so you replied honestly.

"Oh, yes, I did !". He nodded.

"Did you enjoy the music ?"

"Yes I did". Why was he asking you these questions ? You didn't understand but you kept answering.

"Did you enjoy watching...me?". You were about to reply positively again until you realized his question. You opened your mouth and immediately flushed harder. You got caught.

James relished of the effect he had on you and smiled. Of course he had noticed the way you were looking at him and it started to get his curiosity at the second show. Then he started to play with it, with his gestures, his attitude even with words, calling you "honey" or "sweetheart" to see your reaction and it pleased him a lot. But he never had the chance to be alone with you until today and he really wanted to enjoy every minute of it.

"I-I'm...I shouldn't..I'm sorry", you mumbled, your face all red and your glance fixed on the ground. You felt ridiculous, ashamed. You thought you were discreet when it was about watching him from afar and you were all wrong. Silly you. Now what will he think about you? You had been betrayed by your eyes and emotions...

James chuckled and raised up your head with his finger under your chin. Your eyes locking with his blue ones. "Don't be sorry sweetheart…" he said low, almost like a whisper as he came closer. Naturally, you stepped back, your back hitting soon the wall behind you. Breathing was becoming difficult and you were wondering if it was a dream or reality. "I like it actually", he confessed and put his left hand on the wall, next to your head, to lean on it. You were locked and trapped, like a prey. But god, you liked it. A sudden heat and strong pulsed inside your womanhood when you realized what he just confessed. This was insane. He liked it ? Does that mean that...? You couldn't believe it.

"I-I don't understand... Why me?", you found the courage to ask him.

He grinned with a cocky face before taking your hand in his. He was still delighting of the power he had over you.

"Let me show you", then he placed your hand on his crotch, where you could immediately felt his bulge. You gasped when you felt him becoming harder at your touch. Exactly like you dreamed it. Your eyes opened wild and looked at him. James leaned to speak lower near your ear.

"See? You feel it baby? This is what I feel when I see you looking at me…". The nickname and his revelation were enough to make your legs trembled. Thank god, you had a good support with the wall behind you. He nodded, like if he wanted to convince you even more of it.

"I know you want this too. I saw it in your eyes before and I see it now. I bet you're completely wet under this pretty little skirt". You bite your lips and rubbed your legs together, the desire you were feeling right now becoming painful. But still you've never been so aroused in your life and it was dangerously pleasant.

James noticed your moves and chuckled. He was so damn proud of himself. He took back your hand and kissed it.

"Meet me tonight. 5th floor." You nodded, not leaving his hypnotizing gaze. He smiled, gently stroked your cheek, took off his cowboy hat to place it on your head before leaving.

"Tonight sweet girl...", he said again with a wink before disappearing. And this is how James Hetfield left you in his backstage room, with a soaked wet panties and a heart beating fast. Rehearsals turned into an unexpected temptation...and you couldn't wait to taste it.

#james hetfield #papa het #james hetfield x reader #current james #first try #hope you'll like it!#can't believe I wrote this omg #but I needed to get this out of my head #now I'm going to work on other idea and requests I got #I can't waiit #idea 1

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selineram3421 · 10 months

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Fucking shit fuck- *slams face onto a table* FUCK! I did a thing. (This is the thing.)

Alastor X Reader Oneshot

Warnings? ⚠

⚠ lingerie(no detail, imagine what you'd like), kisses, sugar with a little spice, -///- biting/licking, Alastor is a tease, cussing, fluff, soft Alastor ⚠

In The Closet

You had bought the set for yourself.

Just something for you to feel good in and slip into if you wanted.

Today felt like you could wear it just for fun.

It was your day off, so you spent it mostly in Alastor's personal library. But it got a little boring and you decided that you wanted to be ✨extra✨ to make it fun.

So you went upstairs, over to your bedroom closet and pulled out a box, setting it on the bed. You turned back to the closet and flicked through the hangers until you found your favorite robe.

After putting everything on, you also took some comfortable but stylish shoes and wore them.

"This calls for a red drink.", you said to yourself before tying the robe closed and walking out of the room.

After getting your drink and pouring it into a wine glass, you went back to the library and searched for a new book.

This was a great idea. You thought, taking a sip of your drink.

It took a little longer than you thought but you eventually found a book that caught your interest and went to sit on the lounging couch, setting the glass on a nearby table before laying back and opening the book.

Hours had passed, the sky darkening and you didn't notice that your love had returned until he was in the room.

"Ahem."

You jumped in surprise before looking up and seeing your man in red.

"Alastor! When did you get back? I didn't hear you come in.", you said sitting up and setting the book down.

"Not too long ago my dear.", he replied and sat down next to you. "I was looking for you."

"Well, you found me.", you smiled. "How was your day?"

"Boring.", the deer demon sighed and pulled you into a hug. "All I did was paperwork and after I left the hotel some idiotic demon thought they could challenge me."

Leaning your head against his chest, you hummed and wrapped your arms around him. "I bet it was some new arrival.", you said closing your eyes.

"It most likely was, though I don't know how they didn't notice all the warning posters of me. Those are plastered everywhere.", he mumbled the last bit and placed a kiss on the top of your head. "What about you darling? How was your day off?"

"Hmm~", you sank deeper into his hold. "Mostly here in the library, but then it was a little boring. I got over it and came back to read."

He raised a brow at your lack of detail. "Got over it? Do tell."

You blinked your eyes open and blushed. "Its nothing important, I just found an easy way to get rid of it.", you pulled yourself a little ways back and reached for your book.

"No, no.", he took your outstretched hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles. "S’il te plaît dis moi mon amour~" (Please tell me my love~)

"Hmph-no", you pouted and went for the book again.

"You leave me no choice.", he says.

You were so close to getting the book and then you were lying on your back with the Radio Demon on top of you, kissing your neck.

"Now will you tell me?", he asks in between kisses, moving one hand to your waist while the other went up to your hand and interlocked your fingers.

"No-", you were cut off by a gasp, heart racing as you felt his teeth nip lightly at your neck. "No.", you said stubbornly, and placed your free hand on his chest.

"Why not?", he said, kissing his way to your collarbone. "Maybe it'll help me whenever I'm bored."

"Maybe it won't.", you mumbled and let out another gasp when he bit down a little harder on your collarbone.

"Mais sait-on jamais~", he said with heavy static in his voice. (But you never know/but who knows)

You shivered as he licked up your neck, face steaming.

He pulled back and looked down at you with a smug grin. "Now will you tell me?"

You blinked and gave him a nervous smile. "N-no?"

"Hm..we'll see.", he says with narrowed eyes and moves his hand down your leg but stops when feeling a clip. "What's this?", he asks and sits up.

You quickly hold the bottom of your robe closed with your free hand. "I-I'll tell you if you let me up!"

"Hmm..", he thought for a moment and held his hand out to shake. "I'll let you up and you'll tell me, deal?"

Geez.. You thought, face burning. "Deal.", you agreed and shook his hand.

He let you sit up and scooted back just a bit to give you some space.

"I can't believe you-", you huffed and started untying the knot. "Biting me and shit."

"You love it.", he quipped, holding his hands up in surrender when you sent a glare up at him. "I'm not wrong love."

You stood up after untying it, still holding the robe closed. "Promise not to laugh?", you glanced over at him.

"I promise, there is no need for you to worry.", he reassured gently taking one of your hands and kissing the palm of it. "Show me?"

You sighed and then nodded, turning to face him completely.

"I-I bought myself lingerie a bit ago. Before we got into a relationship a-and I got bored so I wanted to be dramatic.", you stuttered out, not looking him in the eye as you pulled the robe open.

"Chéri/e." (Darling)

You were pulled down onto his lap and the deer demon kissed you softly.

Insecurities drifting away as you reciprocated, closing your eyes and letting yourself relax, moving your hands up to hold his face.

"Lovely.", he sighed. "Absolutely breathtaking.", he said and began kissing along your jaw.

"Alastor.", you said out of breath, pushing him back on the chest lightly. "Let's stop. I-I'm overheating."

He sits back but keeps a hold on you, letting you cool down a bit. "You are devine my dearest.", he smiled with love in his eyes.

"Geez, you've got me steaming like a biscuit.", you puffed out your cheeks, face still flushed.

"My poor sweet, soft, dangerous, small demon.", he said and kissed the tip of your nose. "So easily flustered and overheated."

"Hmph.", you wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your chin on his shoulder. "I wanna see you try and not be flustered when wearing a corset and stockings. With the clips-"

"Oh?"

You froze, feeling yourself heat up again.

"You want me in a corset?", he asks.

Hiding your face against his neck, you mumble curses and hold onto him tighter.

Damn it all-

Alastor chuckles and rubs your back, pecking your shoulder. "I could, so we can both be dramatic."

😳 Um.. *scrambles away* This is as far as they will go!

French translation might be wrong. Let me know if it is so I can fix it.

~Seline, the person.

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ML for Alastor🎙

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lithiumrox · 7 months

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god i really hope that siobhan and jasper go all in on "yes and"-ing each other on more and more outlandish possibly fake british shit the whole season.

#gaslight gatekeep girlboss #dimension 20 #burrow's end #d20 spoilers #omg i can't believe that I got Jasper's name wrong at first #i was full stream of consciousness word vomiting when I initially wrote it and meant to go look up everyone's names before posting #and then that thought fully left my head #if you saw this before I fixed it no you didn't #i can't believe I spelled Siobhan right and then fucked up jasper #i know who he is i swear he's great 😭

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bluberimufim · 2 months

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Sip of Snips - "edge"

Have I posted this particular snip before? Yes. And you're gonna see it again. Because this is my favourite scene in this WIP. From chapter 25 of "Black and White":

He was constantly haunted by images that took the place of ghosts. He saw the man in black and white. He saw Alphonse's body, eyes closed, as calm as if he were sleeping, making his red hair stand out like blood. He saw that form that had once been his son and no longer was. But the vision that tormented him the most was that of his grave. He couldn't seem to forget the letters of his name etched into the stone, just as they were etched into his mind, with sharp and precise edges, still not weathered by time. He never thought he'd see something like that in his lifetime. He never thought he'd see his son's name on that stone, the name he and Lucille had picked out with all the love and care in the world. He never thought that name would ever be used in this way. And that was one of the things that bothered him the most, besides his guilt: how wrong it all was.

I love this scene. I remember writing it and being on the verge of tears. It do be like that sometimes 😎

#“that form that had once been his son and no longer was” is an amazing line omg #can't believe i wrote it #can't believe i wrote this whole scene actually #saddest thing i've ever written. Seth had nothing on this man.#and if you're wondering: yes it was his fault #sipofsnips #writeblr #writing #my wips #black & wip

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ennaih · 4 months

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Not Every Film I Watch In 2024

7. The Last Of Sheila (1973)

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dreaming-for-an-escape · 1 year

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A New Kind Of Hell

Alternate ending part 2

Summary: Layla Bradshaw thought her personal hell was the worst thing she ever experienced. She was clearly wrong. *This is a two part alternate ending for my story How Soon Is Now? For Season 8 Episode 10. Please read with caution.*

Warnings: Smut, Cannibalism, dub-con, non-con, hints of magic being used on Layla to make her more willing.

Six months.

Six fuckin’ months.

That was how far along Layla was in her pregnancy, and she still wasn’t used to it. Even after she had Tessa, being pregnant again felt so strange.

Layla thought it was understandable given that she’d only been a few days pregnant with her daughter before Michael forcefully fed her his blood. It didn’t take long for her belly to grow to completion, and a few hours later she ended up giving birth in Misty’s cabin with the remaining witches of her coven.

But even they were now all gone. Her whole family, wiped out of existence with the exception of Tessa. And unlike last time, Michael wanted Layla to experience a full term pregnancy since it was his child she was carrying. Not Kyle’s.

When Layla found out she was pregnant two weeks after having to undergo Michael’s lust, she had herself a good cry. She didn't plan for this to happen, nor did she want it. Michael was the true mastermind behind the pregnancy.

Big surprise there.

Due to Michael's hold on her, Layla had no choice but to let him use her as he saw fit. That same night, after finding out she was pregnant, Michael fucked her with such avidity it seemed as if he were trying to put another baby in her despite already being pregnant. This intensity of his only increased, making it obvious he enjoyed being inside her as her stomach grew with each passing month.

Layla found his raging libido sickening.

Michael in general sickened her.

And for the first month of her pregnancy this thing she was carrying also sickened her. That was until Layla had her monthly visit with Tessa.

Despite the initial shock at the news of her pregnancy, her daughter, wise beyond her young age, made her see reason. This baby, even half of Michael, was still just a baby, and half of her. If Layla hated it before it was even born, then hatred will be all the baby would know.

Hatred itself was such a strong emotion, one Layla was very familiar with. Only now she could not, did not, want to hate this child. Hatred would twist them into becoming a monster, just like Michael.

Thus, Layla made a promise to herself five months ago. She was going to try her hardest to make sure this child wouldn’t turn out like him. They wouldn’t ever question her love for them. Love that Layla did not, and would never have for Michael...their father.

As expected, Michael made his presence known to Layla in the bedroom they, much to her misfortune, shared. Layla didn’t get up from where she laid on the plush couch. She only looked up from the book she was reading long enough to see his domineering frame, and a timid looking maid with a cart.

The woman who pushed in the cart with the silver platter was not her usual maid, Hadley. Layla wondered where she might be at the moment. Hadley had become a friend to her during these last few months. The light brunette would sometimes keep her company when Layla wasn't graced with Michael's so-called loving presence. She also was better company than Miriam, who even as a robot unnerved Layla.

The unfamiliar woman didn’t stay long after setting the silver plate onto the dinner table that was in the massive bedroom. She quickly bowed her head before taking off, leaving behind Layla who wished to follow.

It was now her and Michael. And the baby Layla was carrying, but it was only Michael who made the alarms go off in her head because of his staring.

Michael was practically undressing her with his eyes. “You look utterly ravishing.”

“I look like shit and I feel like it.” Layla muttered, not caring how petulant she sounded. She put aside her book because there was no point in reading anymore with Michael in the room talking to her.

“Nonsense.” Michael cooed, coming closer to where she laid on the couch. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him. His thumb brushed her bottom lip, pulling it down slightly. The pinkness on her cheeks set fire to his loins. “I do believe you’re glowing.”

Layla stood, quick to get away from his hold while she could. Even anxious she wanted to defy him, but any snarky comment about how he needed to get his eyes checked out wouldn’t have done her any good. Or rather, it wouldn’t have done Tessa any good.

Michael had one hand behind his back, while the other gestured to where the food had been left. “Perhaps this will help.”

“I seriously doubt whatever you have brought is gonna help.” Layla replied curtly. She nonetheless walked over to the dinner table and took a seat in front of the silver platter.

Michael fixed her a sharp smile, revealing what was inside the silver platter. It wasn’t anything Layla expected. There resting on top of the silver plate was a human heart and liver. Layla got up, the chair screeching loudly as she backed away from the table, absolutely appalled. One of her hands covered her mouth, and the other touched her bump, as if shielding her unborn baby from seeing the ghastly sight before them.

Once upon a time Layla’s dream (before she learned she was a witch) was to become a Forensic Anthropologist. Therefore she was quite familiar with human anatomy but not even her knowledge stopped the aghast from being presented with a human heart and liver.

Who exactly did the organs belong to? Layla hadn’t a clue. She felt really bad for whoever this was. Layla highly doubted they volunteered to be killed just for their heart and liver. And why exactly those parts? She didn’t know for certain but she would soon, judging from Michael’s gleaming eyes.

Layla hated that look he had on. A look of delight. She’d seen him eat hearts before, and if he was about to eat this heart and liver in front of her she just might throw up. Her pregnancy was making her extra sensitive these days.

Horrified, Layla then remembered what he said. She glowered at him. “How the fuck could you ever think this would help me?”

“Your body this far into your pregnancy requires substances of a certain kind.” Michael informed her in a cool manner. He came over to her, forcing her to look up at him again. His only reaction to her shock and swearing was glee filling his features.

Layla shook her head, trying her best to ignore the softness of his hands and the coolness of his rings against her flushed skin. “You’re lying. You’re just trying to trick me.” She brusquely vocalized. “This is some sick twisted way for you to get your rocks off.”

Michael chuckled, low and smooth. “Oh, believe me my love…” He caressed the apple of her cheeks, relishing the warmth. “Why would I resort to trickery when I already have the pleasure of spilling inside you whenever I want? You always come willing anyway.”

Layla stopped herself from slapping the smug face off of him. He spoke as if she took sheer joy in sleeping with him. It had only gotten worse now that she was pregnant, and it was always him who initiated it.

Layla pushed his hand away, bristling while doing so. She tried to walk away but Michael stepped forward, invading what little personal space she had. “You know you want to.”

Layla’s breath hitched at the way his intense blue eyes were staring down at her. The richness and smoothness of his voice made chills go down her back, and she suddenly felt weightless even at six months pregnant. She looked at the silver plate with the heart and liver and was astonished at the lack of disgust from moments prior. She wasn’t getting nauseous the longer she stared at the bloody organs.

No, Layla now had a craving. A need, really. The need to eat everything on the plate. And that frightened her, but not enough to stop herself from hurrying over and taking the first bite.

And once she did, the frenzy began.

It was as if Layla wasn’t in her own body as she took bite after bite of the heart and liver. At the moment it didn’t matter that she was eating another person’s organs. All that mattered was needing to eliminate this hunger of hers that came out of nowhere. Layla never once noticed Michael playing with her hair as she ate away.

All that blood nearly put her in a stupor. She wasn’t herself though, as she’d later come to realize in distraught. She’d been under a spell, his spell.

Layla didn’t pull away at the press of Michael's lips against her own once she finished everything. She didn’t protest in the slightest at the feel of his tongue licking its way inside her mouth, welcoming the blood that was there. And she reacted in a way that was very unlike her.

Rather than stopping the kiss, Layla pulled Michael closer, moaning against his mouth. Her green eyes wide but hazy as he picked her up bridal style, mindful of her current state.

Their fervid kissing never faltered while making his way to their bed. It was when they undressed that it came to a pause. His clothes came off first, and he tore her dress right after. Michael nearly groaned at the roundness of Layla’s stomach. Her breasts had grown, becoming more fuller and her hips were wider.

Rather than thrusting himself inside her without a second thought, Michael kissed his way down, gently biting her fuller, sensitive breasts until he was leveled in between her thighs. His member throbbed, pleased to see her arousal glistened like diamonds.

“My Laya, my precious Layla.” Michael murmured, blowing air against her clit. She reacted instantly by throwing her head back, turning into a moaning mess. She fell back onto the mountain of pillows they had on the bed. “My beautiful wife.” Her moaning became louder once he buried his whole face in her hot, wet center.

Layla’s hands impulsively went to his hair, pulling him even closer to her bud of nerves. She felt the silkiness of his hair as his lips wrapped around her clit. His tongue teased her, moving fast enough to finish her until slowing down at the last second, delaying her release.

Michael didn’t mind Layla pulling on his hair, finding amusement in her desperation. She was never like this with him, so he was going to enjoy it. He continued the torture with his tongue on her bud, pushing her close to release only to pull her back at the last second.

It wasn’t until Layla began sobbing, begging with her sweet voice, that Michael finally gifted her with the bliss she’d been chasing. He pressed his tongue hard against her clit, and within seconds she was howling so loud glass could’ve broken. Her arousal gushed out, covering the bottom part of his face with her deliciousness.

Layla’s hands fell from his hair, fisting the silk sheets. The heat coursing through her wasn’t gone, heightening again as Michael crawled up her body, kissing as much of her skin as possible. The evidence of what was left of her climax shined on his face.

“Taste yourself, my love.” Michael purred, abruptly kissing her before she could say anything.

Layla’s mouth opened as if on its own, tasting the slick he very much enjoyed. He kissed her until she needed air. The sight of her slick covering her face where blood from her feast remained hardened his cock.

“You taste like honey and lavender mixed together.” Michael gruffed, surging forward again to claim her lips. Layla shuddered at his tongue flicking against her own.

At some point, during their heated kissing, Michael had maneuvered. Layla was on his lap while he was sitting against the headboard. He kept eye contact with her as he reached down to palm his hardened member.

Layla mewled at the sight, throwing her head back at the feel of his other hand dipping between her thighs. Three of fingers made their way inside her, and she shivered at the coolness of his rings. An endless amount of tingles started to go down her spine at the way his thumb rubbed her clit mercilessly.

Michael was determined to get her to orgasm again so soon, and he accomplished just that.

A hard press to her clit right as he curled his fingers to hit a special spot inside made Layla let out an earth-shattering cry. Her nails scratched down his chest, leaving angry bloody marks.

Michael growled, liking the pain and pleasure she made him feel. He rubbed himself harder, not stopping the curling of his fingers inside Layla nor the clit pressing with his thumb with his other hand. She was suffering from overstimulation, and as an outlet scratched down his chest again, drawing more blood. He didn’t stop his movements, and she didn’t stop her scratching until a pinch to her clit had her wailing.

Layla’s arousal from her orgasm leaked down her thighs, right onto Michael’s weeping member. He pulled his hand from her warm cunt, taking joy in her whining when doing so and used his slick covered hand to jerk himself with. He finished at the feel of her warmth all over him, his seed mixing with her arousal.

The two of them were lost to their climaxes; they didn’t notice the crack in the bedroom wall. A crack that had not been there before.

Layla fell onto his bloody chest, where Michael welcomed her. He enjoyed her shaking, clearly overwhelmed but too tired and under his influence to tell him otherwise. Her shaking would only continue because tonight’s pleasures were not at an end. His beloved looked up at him, eyes hooded, at the feel of his hands on her widened hips.

“What…?”

Michael didn’t give her time to finish her sentence. He flipped Layla to be under him, careful with her swollen belly. He pinned her hands above, intertwining their fingers just as he snapped his hips forward, going deeper within her.

As if on autopilot, Layla’s legs wrapped around his waist, the soles of her feet digging into his lower back. Her own back arched as broken moans and the sound of slapping skin filled the lavish room.

A bit of clarity began to slip through to Layla during the euphoric act, but that didn’t stop Michael. There would be no stopping, not until he was fully satisfied, and even then that still wouldn’t be enough. He’d never get enough of his precious Layla. His beloved wife.

“Wait, no…” Layla tried to say, managing to free her hands only to hold onto his shoulders. Her words quickly turned into whimpers at the speed of his thrusts.

Michael gently shushed her, a contrast to the way his hips moved expeditiously against her own. The bed squeaked underneath them, and her pregnant belly moved but not enough to harm their child. “Just take it, my love.” He licked into Layla’s mouth again, tasting her tears mixing with her arousal and the remnants of blood from her feast. “Take the pleasure I’m only able to give you.”

Any objections Layla had became lost to the moans he plucked out of her. In the end she took what he gave her with tears streaming down her cheeks and nails scratching down his back, leaving behind new trails of blood.

#how soon is now #a new kind of hell #layla bradshaw #michael langdon #alternate ending #oc #smut #omg I can't believe I wrote this #I need holy water #:o

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boleynqueenes · 19 days

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5. 📓 NOTEBOOK: Share 7 lines from a WIP of your choice!

"We pack them very light," her father instructs, as he kneels beside her, his voice hoarse from the shouts of the last snowball fight, packing one with brilliantly threaded gloves, "making sure there is no dirt or ice or stones…and we only aim for," "Here", he taps her on the backs of her knee, "or," he taps her velvet-veiled shoulders, "here." "Pourquoi?" Elizabeth enquires, her voice a gentle flutter, fist in mouth. "Because, she is with child." "Child," she repeats, sounds out, recalls ('up, child, please God,' from…Lady Bryan, at the head of her bed, gently rustling her tiny shoulders, so fearful was she of accidentally bruising the sacred princess, for so severe was her mother to her staff if she saw any perceived comfort being scanted to her daughter)… And then…points to her own chest. "Moi?"

"Yes," he affirms, proudly, eyes crinkling to his smile, "yes, one like you…if God will grant this to us." He means this, it is no lie of omission…for if her brother proves to be half as precocious as Elizabeth, he knows England will be safe, (and, on a vainer, less dutiful note, he bets, if he has her charm and wit…nay, knows, assuredly: that his future son will be the mirror of his own soul).

This is, absolutely, the most frequent of his prayers.

#anon #ELTHAM; BABY....#oh i can't believe i wrote this. omg this is SO SAD.henry + misogyny...#most tragic pairing of all...#(altho genuinely. i know this is not popular to say. but it seems like he REALLY did have affection for elizabeth...despite like. everythin #NT preview

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zee-has-commitment-issues · 1 year

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Not Entirely Screwed (But Almost)

The world and time turned outside the kitchen, but inside it felt like everything had stopped. It was just the gentle hum of the dishwasher and the pounding in both of their chests — each of them nervous for a different reason. They both knew this conversation was coming. Maybe they’d pushed it back to the deepest parts of their subconscious to ignore the blaring problems that came with it, but they both knew this conversation was years in the making. Nearly decades. - - Two years after the events of Screwed, Wilhelm and Erik have a serious conversation.

So... there's a follow up. I have had ideas for one-shots after Screwed, but I really didn't plan to do anything with them. This one just kept screaming at me, though, so I finally gave in. I can't decide if you guys are going to love it or be pissed, so have fun.

Dani (@the-navistar-carol) was, as always, involved and a very big help. Send her all the love.

#screwed #young royals fanfiction #young royals fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #I can't believe I wrote another screwed thing omg

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tenitchyfingers · 1 year

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#'sorry dads... i accidentally killed my boyfriend...'#'omg honey that's amazing congrats we're proud of you'#only family i need up in this bitch #maybe once i'm done with all aboard again i'll write something funny and cute and murderous teehee #and maybe it'll have the fucking finally #can't believe i wrote a story about stuilly without stuilly in it i'm sorry #i cannot describe how out of my fucking mind i've been in the last month or so #and i am so legit happy and joyful #THEY'RE COMING TO TAKE ME AWAY HA-HAAA #i'm like a fucking child playing with worms and dirt and i LOVE it

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flameohotwife · 1 year

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Unspoken, Undeniable Chapter 11

Story summary: Slight AU where Aang and Katara never kiss on the submarine or at EIP, and don't get together on Iroh's balcony after the war. They remain close--best--friends, though, and when Aang reaches adulthood and leaders and nobles try to pressure him into a relationship, he seeks out Katara's help in avoiding them.

💖🌟 @coyotelemon is the best beta 🌟💖

Chapter 11: The Future

“What are we DOING?!” Aang nearly yelled, so shocked with his own actions that he almost dropped her, and Katara had to cling to his shoulders to keep from falling. She gripped his hips harder with her legs, which definitely did not help.

“Spirits, Katara, I’m so, so sorry,” Aang whispered, leaning his forehead into her shoulder and trying desperately to quell the throbbing he knew she could feel. The only thing that separated them was his light flaxen pants and her lower wraps. Oh, this is so embarrassing. “I don’t know what came over me. I was not trying to take advantage of you or anything, I…”

“Aang, it’s okay,” Katara soothed. He could still feel her chest heaving for breath against his own. Also not helping… “I got carried away, too, I guess…”

Read THE END OF THE STORY AAAAHHHH on ao3 or ffn

P.S. There WILL be an explicit one-shot sequel to this story posted in a week or two, but this is the end of the rated T story. Thank you all SO MUCH for reading and for encouraging me! I hope you enjoy <3

#kataang #kataangtag #kataang fanfic #fake dating au #omg guys it's the end!#i can't believe i wrote this whole thing and it's DONE #no more confusion just happy idiots in love for REAL now #enjoy the fluff bomb and the kilig

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thecunningserpent · 1 year

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In which Harry and Tom have a late night conversation.

I... I finally did it... I wrote something about these two idiots.

#harry potter #tom riddle #tomarry #omg i wrote something #can't believe i made it #archive of our own

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verypsbfan019 · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Thomas the Tank Engine & Friends, The Railway Series - W. Awdry Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Donald & Douglas (Thomas the Tank Engine) Characters: Douglas (Thomas the Tank Engine), Donald (Thomas the Tank Engine) Additional Tags: past trauma, Childhood Trauma, Ableism, ADHD, Abusive Parents, Psychological Trauma, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Falling out, Pain, Suffering, changes, Hate, Brotherhood, hopeless, the engine drivers series, Angst, Lots of Angst, Sadness, Depression, Anxiety, Mental Instability, Mental Health Issues, Meltdown, Coping mechanism, Frustrated Writer, Twin Brothers Series: Part 3 of The Engine Drivers series (TTTE Human AU) Summary:

Years of trauma don't fade away easily. Donald was skeptical about what his friends told him some hours ago so he had to look it up by himself. There was no way that Douglas did what they were saying. But it was true: At the other side of the sheds, there was a blue engine and a driver wearing a coat with the same color.

#the engine drivers series #ttte humanized #ttte donald and douglas #content warning #suicide thoughts #ableism #trauma #adhd #I can't believe I wrote a new fanfic omg

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templeofshame · 2 years

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#it's been a while since i was actively reading phan #but i feel kinda bad for writers when i see people talking like how did no one already write dan's DINO AU #like of course no one's gonna write the exact same thing as anyone else #but i've read AUs where dan is a closeted lawyer #and ones where he has a long-term girlfriend #lots of ones where he has a breakdown #and obviously dan didn't tell us how phil factors in so it's harder to map onto any fic #is there fic about dan having a breakdown when he turns 30? i mean i can't believe there isn't #it's such a classic trope #idk i just wish all the writers who wrote something similar and are seeing all the omg dan's idea is so fresh posts #a very good day and you are not forgotten

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theasstour · 10 months

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harry playing sweet creature tonight and immediately thought of you😭

PLSSSSSSSSSSSSS 🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#it's been five years since i wrote sweet creature omg can you believe #i can't #:*)#this made me smily ily!!!!#answered #sc asks #sp asks #sf asks

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honeytonedhottie · 7 months

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HOW I MANIFESTED MY DESIRED APPEARANCE (success story)⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎐

so manifesting my desired appearance in full took roughly 2 weeks, also this post is pretty long bcuz im not gatekeeping anything, im giving u guys the full story, the full scoop on how i did it so here we go...

some things that i remember doing was, before going to bed i'd either read what my desired appearance looks like (i wrote a list bcuz me as a person, i LOVE writing things down) and i'd read that list before bed like it was fact.

or if i didn't have the list with me, when i was the state akin to sleep i'd talk to myself (ik it sounds weird but its natural for me so it worked) and i'd be like "ik for a fact that i am (fill in the blank)" or "ik for a fact that i have (fill in the blank)"

and i'd just say it to myself, or sometimes when i'd shower, for every part of my body that i'd wash (i separated it into sections) and for each section i'd talk about an aspect of my appearance as though it was from someone else's POV. for example, part of my desired appearance was a difference in hair texture so i'd say "omg honey's hair is SO long and glossy". like i'd talk thru someone else's pov ABOUT my appearance in either a tone of admiration, envy, or indifference.

even if i didn't see movement a couple times or got discouraged, i went back to what feels RIGHT and thats affirming for me.

some key statements i used :

i know for a fact

i have my exact desired appearance bcuz im god and i said so

another thing that rly helped me was visualization, i was living PURELY in my imagination, completely in my head. i was REAL delulu. i have a vision board on pinterest that was SO helpful for me.

when i saw things in the 3d that didn't please me i completely disregarded it, and when i tell u COMPLETELY, i completely dismissed anything that i didn't like, or that didn't sit right with me.

another little exercise that i liked to do was actually bcuz of a bad habit. so i have a RLY bad habit of checking the 3d but i used it to my advantage. my habit was that every morning the first thing i'd do is go and look in the mirror. when i manifested my desired appearance what i'd do, is i would go to the bathroom mirror and tell my subconscious what i see. so my logic behind this was that since the subconscious didn't have any eyes i could tell my subconscious that i had the head of a unicorn and it'd believe me 💀. so i would talk to my subconscious and tell it what i saw. "i see an angel skull" "i see rly rly long lashes" "i see waist-length hair" etc etc.

i went to the end and i BASKED in it. moral of this manifestation story :

persist regardless of what u experience with ur 5 senses

time is an illusion so forget about it

dont settle for less than what u seek

go straight to the end and bathe in it bcuz u can't try and be something that u already are

failure doesn't exist

apply

#law of assumption #becoming that girl #it girl #self care #self concept #that girl #self love #it girl energy #manifesting #loa tumblr #neville goddard #affirm and persist #affirmations #manifesting tips #master manifestor #manifestation #manifesting appearance change

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