humansacrifice-doll
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corky letting violet squeeze her.....
not arguing with a vampire with cute fangs and big, round eyes. whatever you say, beautiful
"Mmm. Keep cryin' darlin', makes you tighter." He grits out through his teeth. "You- hah, you like it, yeah?" He shakes his head at himself loosing his own composure. "Told you I'd fuck the god out of you. We ain't done yet."
Remmick huffs above you, claws digging into your throat, hips pistoning into yours. The half-smirk he wears has been dipping all night, sweat dampening his brow. He's been switching between babbling incoherently and mouthing off the whole night.
He watched you like he was starved. And maybe he was- but not for food. Not for blood. For the one thing your daddy always said was sacred. Private.
Daddy told you men like him were the devil. All they wanted- the sweet little preachers daughter. Remmick's fingers hook around the lace on your church dress. Cock pumping deliciously inside you. Your daddy was right. The devil was awfully pretty.
The devil was also awfully persistent. He'd want to consume you- not just your soul, but something deeper. From the root inside you. Not just your womanhood. Your love.
"Shit," He murmurs, pleased, struggling between breaths. "This what you wear to your...ah-...Sunday service? Thought good little girls covered up. You wore this for m-me, yeah?" He toys with the straps, before diving down to your neck. Licking. Sucking. Before biting gently.
When you squeal, he chuckles breathlessly, before groaning when you clench around him. He makes a noise that's borderline animalistic- and you briefly wonder if your daddy ever taught you if even the devil could lose his composure.
Effectively, he can. Because even as he presses you against the wall, caged, trapped like a flightless bird- all you have to do is reach up and tug on his hair. And he hisses in raw pleasure, body tensing up, fangs protruding so far he has to bare them so it doesn't hurt him.
"Fu-fuck-, lo-love you-" He stutters out, claws clenching tighter around the base of your throat.
But daddy never told you the devil would whisper those three little words. Daddy never told you he'd kiss you so gently you'd cry. Daddy never told you the devil would knock on your window every night, beggin' to be let in, just to recite Irish poems and prayers while you sleep in his arms.
"Say it- please darlin', say it back," He tries to demand, but it sounds more desperate than anything. He's close. He's so close, holding on tight. He's pleading with you. You feel the heat building up inside you. The way his fangs struggle against your pulse point, drool slipping down, holding back. Forcing his mouth to pucker into kisses instead of biting.
"I love you." You whisper. If this is how the devil loves, you think you'd rather burn forever then ever let him go.
And when you cum, it’s violent. Blinding. You scream his name- not God’s. And Remmick whispers yours all the same, pawing at you, eyebrows scrunched together as he finishes deep inside. He doesn't let go. He never let's go.
His voice his hoarse when he just barely pulls away to look you in the eye. His chest rises and falls with each heavy breath.
"Let me- let me stay like this- inside you, lovin’ you, bein’ yours- please. Just a little longer. Just a little longer, okay?” He strings together, giving you those eyes. His clawed finger lifting to your lip, tracing the contours, gaze flitting down to watch your mouth part as you speak.
When you give him the go ahead, nodding, body exasperated, he inhales with a shaky smile. He presses a light, chaste kiss to your temple, breathing you in.
You close your eyes, feel him throb sweetly inside you, and think maybe Heaven isn’t up above. Maybe it’s bloody, needy, and whispering your name in the dark.
there's absolutely no reason for me to be jealous i am literally younger, skinnier and prettier
the urge to fuck the shit out of an old man is strong rn
I’m his sex doll and he’s my father figure
(flirting) you look like you bruise really easily haha. i can smell fear btw
yum
he's my baby i dressed him up
tf is he wearing 🤨
"(duff wife)" 😭😭😭
Susan (duff wife) with steven adler
Sex with current Axl OH MY GOD 😩😩 I need that, this men is so fucking hot!!!!! I just need him fuck me so hard, slap me and chock me
Sorry for the outbreak
NO BABY YOURE RIGHT FOR THAT
like sex backstage after a show and he’s all sweaty and degrading you
“yea you’re my fucking whore huh? such a pretty slut for me.. so pretty”
OMG AND HIS HANDS 🧎♀️🧎♀️🧎♀️
if he notices you have a thing for hands he’d be right on it.
one night after you guys have a cute date night youre sprawled out on his bed and hes teasing you about how the whole night you’ve been staring at his hands
he ends up fingering you while he was a firm hand on your throat to remind you of your place (under him obvi)
i’m sorry for my grammar i’m really eepy so i honestly have no idea if that made sense 😭😭
i just know that man is still so rough omg he’s so the father of my kids
Me on my way to read a Slash fanfic
@skunkish second acc :D
hardcore ^ _ ^
ive invented a new word: hardcore. it is an aesthetic generally related to boners, getting hard etc <3 anyone can use this just credit me !! follow for more
LMFAOOAAAOAOAOA
can u make a dave fic of giving him head and his ginger pubes swallow your face like a mask and you eat thru the hairy ass pubes and cus u ate his hair it turns u ginger and he beats the fuck out of u cus he hates gingers and he fucks u with a rainbow tentacle dildough and your cum is orange and he turns into an orange and shoves his orange self into ur punani :3
no words actually
cliff always had to be the one serving that gigantic cunt of his
girls trip 💕✨
ORR maybe he is just really attractive and there's nothing wrong with me
I'm sorry but anyone who feels some sort of attraction to James Hetfield has deeply rooted daddy issues
that's *checks relevant poll* about ninety people. Get in the cruise ship we're going to therapy
happy friday 13th to all those who celebrate
SHUT UP THAT'S SO TRUE
He look soo peacefull, there something Keanu Reeves on this man!!!
Good morning I want his cock for breakfast
Craving
summers in the air baby heavens in ur eyes 🫀
THW WAY I CAME
Kinktober
Day 1 knife play & blood play
James hetfield
Summary: James carves his name into your thighs.
Warnings: blood play, knife play, carving names into skin, consuming someones blood, consuming your own blood, crying, both people are naked.
Master list (main pinned)
I lay back with a smile on my face. James glides the cold knife along my breast not cutting me. I shiver a little from the cold. He hasn't cut me get and the suspense is killing me. I don't need to look at him to know that he's smiling as well. He takes the knife away from skin so it doesn't heat up from my body temperature. I look over at him as he twirls the knife. We both stare at it as the light from the street pours into the bedroom and reflects off the knife beautifully.
He takes his eyes of the light and looks at me. He stops twirling the knife and I look back at him. He begins to grin at me. That either means I'm going to be waiting a while before he does anything or he's about to cut me. James moves from sitting next to me to straddling my hips. His cold bare skin is heated up my mine as he sits on top of me. I look up at him and he leans down to kiss me. Our lips connect. His tongue slips into my mouth dancing with mine. I feel the cool metal of the knife press against the side of my face.
He pulls away and moves the knife. He turns it so the now warm side is facing away from me. He presses the cold side of the knife to the opposite side of my face. "Your so fucking pretty" he says smiling slightly. "I'd be prettier if I was bleeding" I say back a smile forming on my face. James takes the knife away from my face. He moves off of my lap and kneels between my thighs still on the bed.
He glides the knife along my right thigh before moving to the left. Then he presses the knife against my right thigh. One small line going straight across. I bite my lip. The cut is small so the pain is mild but I still feel it.
Then a longer one going straight down starting in the middle of the first cut. Tears prick my eyes as this cut stung. Then he quickly does two small lines. The first one starting at the end of the longest line going straight left. The second starting at the end of the third cut going diagonally up. The four cuts forming a fucked up J.
A single tear falls from the corner of my eye and I wipe it off not wanting it to go in my ear. I think he's going to do his initials JH. Next to the J he carves two diagonal lines going down that both touch at their starting points. The two lines almost match up with the length of the J. He cuts a small line connecting the two lines forming an A. I continue to wipe my tears as I find getting tears in my ears incredibly annoying. James cuts two straight lines a decent distance away from each other next to the A.
He cuts a diagonal line going down from the once closest to the A. Starting at the end of the previous line he cut a diagonal line going up to meet the top of the second straight line. Then he moves onto the E. A straight line going down matching the lengths of the previous letters and three small lines coming off of it going right. The S is a tricky one but we know from past experiences that trying to get it curved is a nightmare and looks bad. So it takes his time making it out of seven small lines for my sake.
Then he goes to my left thigh to carve his last names. The H out of three cuts, the E out of four, the T out of two, the F out of three, the I out of three, the second E out of three, the L out of two and the D four. The needs of blood have started to drip and the cuts on my right thigh have started to bleed onto sheet. He places the knife on the sheets and moves further down the bed. He messily licks up the blood allowing it to get on his chin, lip, all around his mouth, as well as some on his nose and cheeks.
I laugh at him when he pulls away from them. The blood on his chin begins to drip down his neck as he straddles my lap again. He leans down to kiss my getting blood all over my face.
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Thank you for reading💋- gremlin
generally i don't think you should have to suffer for your art but i have to admit that guitar players shredding so hard that their instrument ends up splattered with blood is kind of hot
this is crazy (me too)
i need him to use me then toss aside me like i’m nothing