#hellraiser au

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Hellraiser

So in Hellraiser, the Lament configuration aka the puzzle box, is a gateway between this world and hell

It was designed by an brilliant toy maker and it’s a combination of his ingenious design and dark magic that bridges the gap between this world and the next. By solving the box, the gateway is opened

So a portable portal to the Ghost Zone made into a puzzle box is a very Fenton style invention

So what I propose is one of the more investigative heroes finding this puzzle box and becoming obsessed with solving it only to open up a portal to the ghost zone when they do

My personal suggestion is Tim Drake because if him stalking Batman and Robin proves anything it’s that he’s extremely smart and prone to obsessive behavior. A puzzle he genuinely struggles with opening? That’s like catnip to him, and/or most of the bats but especially him

AND I’m just saying accidentally summoning the Ghost King by solving a puzzle is more on brand for the bats than willingly relying on magic to solve a problem. Like, I’m pretty sure Bruce would be more willing to use a gun than to hop on board summoning an unknown entity unless it was 11000% necessary.

[sapphirecobalt-1]

no but Steddie Hellraiser AU

Steve marries Al Munson, right? he's kind of a dick sometimes, kind of boring sometimes, always running his mouth and getting into (legal) trouble, and he complains about Robin making snide remarks about how weird she is, how she's always around (Steve threatens to dump him because of it but Robin promises him it's fine, she's a big girl, she can deal). But! he's rich, like, won the multi million lotto rich, so Steve stays (he has to provide for himself and his platonic soulmate and their cats, ofc), and they're married for a few years

Enter: Eddie, Al's son who Steve never met. Until today.

Eddie, who's hot with that sexed up hair and sexy with all those tattoos, but also goofy and nerdy and loud mouthed (Steve can certainly think of some better uses for that mouth of his) and he brings out Steve's soft side and his goofy side but also Steve's kinky side, which he never knew he had and Steve loves it, loves him.

and so Eddie and Steve begin a very passionate affair behind Al's back.

one day, Eddie kinda disappears on Steve. and poor Steve is heart broken, until he discovers why. See Eddie didn't actually leave, he was trapped in a secret hell dimension run by S&M obsessed demons who tortured poor Eddie for months, etc etc

this AU ft either Billy/Jason as a nosy neighbor who's in love w/ Steve and will stop at nothing to make Steve his, including trying to destroy his marriage with Al by exposing Steve's affair with Eddie.

In the end, Steve and Eddie live...somehow, and Al and Billy/Jason also die. Steve and Eddie end up together, maybe marry, inherit Al's millions and they along with Robin and the cats live happily ever after, the end.

[allsystemsblue]

@sinisterexaggerator I can get behind this one. I can’t believe I never fkin thought of this one. Arergggg.

“Oh, no tears please. It’s a waste of good suffering.”

Me and my friend @capiapoa have been having a great time discussing the idea of cenobite Maul! I was dying to drawing him in Pinheads outfit, I think he suits it very well >:)

[wandassweetheart]

WET WRATH!

pairing - bf!trevor x fem!reader

warning! - 18+ mdni, smut, shower sex, unprotected sex (avoid the dread, cover your head)

a/n - some fluff at the end where reader says “i love you” for the first time 🥹. also guys, this was my first time writing smut?! there’s defo more to come. anyways, enjoy!

“shit…��� trevor drawls out as the water creates a wet, glistening look for your tits. his tits. he’d always prided himself when it came to your body, he worshipped it like it needed to be, because quite frankly in his eyes you were a goddess. and goddesses are worshipped aren’t they?

so now, as you both stood beneath the running shower head, his hands coursed around your waist and he coiled down so that his lips could reach the slip of your neck. his hard cock pushed against your back, the closer he pulled you towards him. steam clouded your vision as you rested your head back on trevor’s shoulder to give him more space to go further down your body. his one hand remained steady on your waist whilst the other snaked its way up to grope your tit as he still remained locked onto your neck. your hands find its way to his buzzed hair as you softly run them up and down, causing a groan from trevor.

the hand that was initially on your waist slowly slid its way down to your dripping, wet pussy. trevor lets out a low murmur, “see how much this body reacts to my fingers? haven’t even touched you with my cock yet, baby,” he mused. his fingers continued to slide down in between your folds, a quiet whimper escaped your parted lips, encouraging him to rub his fingers along your clit. his other hand progressively got rougher against your tits with every rub of your clit.

“inside, trevor… please?” you tried to form a coherent sentence, mind blank from the upcoming orgasm you were about to receive. “why don’t i give you my cock instead, baby? how’s that, huh? only for my girl ‘kay?” his fingers suddenly stop, making you whine from the sudden seclusion. instead, he picks you up and presses your back against the cold shower wall, you automatically wrap your legs around his lower abdomen and his hands reach your ass to steady the both of you. without another second wasted, he pushes his cock deep into you making you shriek with pleasure and him groan against your skin.

“your pretty pussy ‘s always so tight for me.” trevor lets out a shaky breath before thrusting his hips back and forth into you. “fuck, trevor!” you cry out and his thrust become more fast paced. both your breaths were hot and heavy disguised by the vapour the hot water let out. “y’like that, huh baby?” trevor let out in between deep kisses. “yes,” is all you could manage to whisper as your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the intense pleasure. trevor’s stamina wasn’t giving in but soon enough it was going to let out. his hands now started to knead your ass, you could feel the bruises starting to form but all you could think about was how good he was making you feel. you’d never had anyone like trevor.

“shit, trevor. i’m gonna cum…” you moan out, your head hits his shoulder as you prepare for the oncoming wave of pleasure. “me too baby, hold on f’ me, okay?” trevor quickens his pace even more which you didn’t even know was possible. “c’mon baby, y’ ready? cum for me.” trevor gives you his permission and with that your body spasms beneath his, your legs start shaking from the immense satisfaction. “shit, shit, shit!” trevor yells out. his thrusts become sloppy and slow as he gives one final push and you can feel the warm fluid heat up inside you.

trevor slowly sets you down, yet still holds onto your fragile, shaken body and lets out a soft chuckle after turning off the shower. “y’ okay, baby?” he asks, as you both step out and he wraps a fluffy towel around you. “i’m okay,” you reply with a tired mumble. he starts to dry you off carefully, setting you down on the counter. “love you, trevor.” you say quietly, not having really said those words to anyone. trevor is taken slightly aback but then smiles down at you.

“love you too, baby.”

[winterrrnight]

hellraiser (part I)

PAIRING: drew starkey x co-star!actress!reader

SUMMARY: an instagram blurb about drew and his co-star y/n and dating allegations

FACE CLAIM: Emma Myers

WARNINGS: pictures with blood, nothing else

EDITH SPEAKS: i never intended to break it down in parts but it just happened and now you all have to wait for the second part xx

A little disclaimer: i WONT be bringing Odessa into this, it's not that I hate her or anything, it's solely because for this fic the main actors are drew and y/n and I don't want to do that silly love triangle, jealousy thingy with the three of them or whatever, so there's no Odessa in this fic. (again: I don't hate her!!)

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[sworeidnevercompromise]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❤️‍🔥 ˚ burning desire: a trevor (hellraiser) x reader fic about: the "i love you" scene but with y/n and also with a different outcome warnings: 18+, oral (m&f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex word count: 2.3k ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ other works

AUTHOR'S NOTE: just a quick little thing i wrote after watching hellraiser for the hundredth time. tbh i wrote this during a lecture & was too lazy to edit (finals week) so if there's any mistakes or anything feels rushed, that's why.

“Harder, go harder,” you gasp, as Trevor drives his hips down into you, shaking the bed. 

He glances down at you. “Are you you sure?” His hands tangle into your hair.

“Yeah, harder,” you plead, your back arching off the bed. But it’s not enough. You need to switch positions. “No, no, wait, wait, wait. Turn me around.”

He doesn’t hesitate, following your orders instantly, flipping you around so you’re on your stomach. He presses his dick back inside of you, not moving yet, clearly waiting for you to tell him when to go. God, he’s so obedient that it almost makes you sick.

“Okay, go. Yeah.” You turn your head to the side, cheek resting on your pillow. 

He sinks deeper into you. “Here? Right here?” He sounds so eager to please you, so desperate to make sure you feel good. And, fuck, do you ever. 

“Go, go, go,” you command, moaning as he rocks his hips, his dick sliding in and out of you. He moves a little bit faster, gripping your hips.

He moans. “How’s this speed? Is this good?” You moan in response, too full of pleasure to focus. “You like that?”

You nod, groaning out a little “yeah.” He keeps up the pace, his strokes hitting your G-spot every time, filling you with waves of pleasure. “Yeah, yeah, I love it.” You moan again, getting closer and closer to cumming with each passing moment. You arch your back, rolling your hips to meet his.

He moans, moving a little bit faster, his grip on your hips getting tighter. “I love you,” he gasps. 

You pause your movements, a little taken aback. “What? Wait, wait.” You move away, his dick dragged out of you completely. You turn around.

He blinks, seeming to realize what he’s just said. “Oh, fuck.” He rolls over, laying down beside you, placing his hands over his face. “Shit. I didn’t mean to say that.”

You sit up, looking over at him. “Trevor.”

He shakes his head, his hands still hiding his face. “Fuck. Y/n…”

You grab his wrists, pulling his hands away. You need to discuss this, damn it. He can’t just act like he didn’t say that. “Trevor. Look at me.”

His face is beet red. You’ve never seen him this embarrassed. “Nah, listen, we can just pretend I didn’t say that. Please?” He looks desperate. Fuck, he looks like he’s going to cry. “We’ve got, like, a good friends-with-benefits thing going. I didn’t mean to fuck it up like that.”

You still haven’t let go of his wrists. “Did you mean it?” You hear yourself ask the question before you realize it’s left your mouth. 

He sits up, shaking your hands off. “...What?”

You pull the blanket around you, covering yourself up. You suddenly feel vulnerable, and a little uncertain. You hate feeling like that. It’s feelings like those that drive you back to drugs every time. You fiddle with the edge of the blanket. “You heard me. Did you mean it?”

He blinks at you, covering himself up with one of your pillows. He must feel just as uncertain and vulnerable as you do right now. Shit, he must feel it way worse than you. Damn, you think, he’d better not cry. He’s right. You do have a good friends-with-benefits thing going. He’s a good friend to you, he understands you more than anyone, when it comes to being an addict. And he’s damn good in bed, even if he’s a little overeager. His stroke game is fucking insane. You don’t want to lose that. You’re so lost in thought that you almost forget he hasn’t answered your question yet. “Trevor. Answer me.”

He rests his elbows on his knees, burying his face in his hands again. “Fuck, y/n, no. Not like that. I…I love you as a friend, and I love fucking you. But I don’t love you. Can we just pretend I didn’t say that? Please?” He answers too quickly. You know he’s lying. He’s an awful liar.

You hesitate before rubbing his back softly. “Trevor, it’s okay, alright? I just…it caught me off guard.”

He stands up, suddenly, practically leaping off the bed and throwing his clothes on. “I’m gonna go,” he says as he’s getting his shirt on, “I’ll just…yeah. I should leave.”

You blink at him. “Trevor, it’s okay. Seriously. I don’t…I don’t care, alright?” And the thing is, you don’t. It’s a little weird, sure, if he does love you, but whatever. You can’t lose this. Not just the sex. You can’t lose him as a friend. 

He stops. “What?”

You scoot to the edge of the bed, still holding the blanket around yourself. “Come on, Trevor. It’s okay, if you do. I mean, I can’t say that I, like, feel the same? But I do love you as a friend, and…and I want to keep doing what we’re doing.”

He shakes his head. “Y/n…I can’t keep doing this. Like…I care about you too much. More than as a friend. And I got caught up in the moment, and I guess it’s out in the open now.”

You sigh, deeply. You can’t lose this. You have to fix this. How can you get him to stay? What should you do? 

Oh. You know. You drop the blanket, pouting.

“Come on, Trev. I didn’t even cum, yet. You’re gonna leave without finishing the job?”

He stares at you, eyes instantly falling to your perfect tits, and he looks like he’s in a daze. He shakes his head slowly. “N-no. No, I’m not gonna leave without finishing the job.”

You nod just as slowly. “That’s right. C’mere.” You lean forward, unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down, revealing that he’s half-hard in his boxers. He looks down at you before lifting his shirt off over his head. You smile up at him. “Yeah?”

He smiles back, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. You kneel in front of him, knees cold on the hardwood floor. But you don’t care. You need him to stay. Who gives a fuck if he’s in love with you or not? You’re not about to let the best dick of your life walk out the door. You palm him through his boxers. He groans your name. “Y/n…”

You pull his boxers down, his now fully-hard dick springing out. You look up at him as you lick a long stripe up his shaft, tongue flicking over his tip. He tangles one hand into your hair, not pushing yet. You pull away, nodding slightly, before taking just the first inch or two into your mouth. He looks down at you, making eye contact. “You sure?”

You pull off again, pressing a kiss to his tip. “Yes, Trevor. I’m sure.” You wrap your mouth around his cock again, this time going about halfway down. He moves your head, just barely, until you’ve gotten almost all of his dick into your mouth. You begin to bob your head, your warm mouth enveloping him, glossy lips wrapped around his length. He gets a little bit more confident, moving your head a bit more forcefully, making you take all of him into your mouth, until his tip is hitting your throat. You moan around him, the salty taste of his precum and the weight of him in your mouth causing you to get even wetter than you were from before. 

“Shit, y/n,” he groans, “So fucking good.” You let him move your head, giving him complete control. You almost choke, this time, but you don’t, tears filling your eyes. He moves his other hand to cup your cheek, wiping a tear away. “God, you’re beautiful.”

You keep going, licking and sucking, hollowing your cheeks, until he can’t take it anymore. When he cums, there’s no warning, but you manage not to choke, swallowing all of it and kissing his shaft. His knees almost buckle as he cums, and once he’s done, he lays down on the bed, sighing happily. 

“Fuck.”

You curl up next to him. “That good?”

He nods, brushing your hair out of your face. “Yeah.” You both lay there for a few moments until he’s flipping you onto your back without warning, lifting your legs so he can reposition himself. Your legs are on his shoulders, his head between them, and he’s gripping your thighs. He kisses you just below your belly button. “Your turn.”

You smile down at him, running a hand through his hair, leading him further down. He kisses your clit, and it’s so tender that you think shit, he really does love me. He licks long, broad strokes, flattening his tongue. Then, he’s pointing it, licking into the heat of you, gripping your thighs tighter. He lets your hand that’s in his hair guide him, and it’s fucking perfect. He looks up at you through his eyelashes, big eyes bottomless, his pupils blown wide. He licks your clit quickly, teasing you. 

“Fuuuuck,” you moan, pleasure building, “That’s really fucking good.” He presses two fingers inside of you, still tonguing your clit. He curls his fingers and licks harder, before sucking on the bud. You moan louder than you have all night. “Fuck, Trevor, that’s so good, so fucking good, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna-” You cum, squirting all over his face, and he keeps going, the overstimulation driving you crazy. “Fuuuuuuck. Shit. Trevor, I…oh, God.”

He kisses your thighs as you shake through your orgasm, and rubs little patterns on them when you’re finally done. “You good?” He looks so…vulnerable. Almost like a little puppydog.

“Yeah,” you breathe, “I’m good.” But you’re not, you need more, you need him in you, need him to pound you like he was before he let the “I love you” slip. You shake your head. “Actually, I…I need more.” 

He stares at you. “Shouldn’t we…I dunno. Talk? About what I said?”

“Listen, we can work something out. I mean…we’re basically dating, right?”

He sighs. “Y/n…people don’t say ‘I love you’ this early into a relationship.” 

You groan. How can you make him understand? What do you have to do to get that you don’t really give a shit? You’ve never been big on relationships, but if he wants to be your boyfriend, fuck it. You care about him, and you’re good friends, and he’s literally the best you’ve ever had. Who cares if he says “I love you” too early? You want him, in any way he’ll let you. So you say exactly that, all in one breath, inhaling deeply once you’re done. He just stares at you.

“Are you…sure?”

You roll your eyes fondly. “God, can you just shut the hell up and fuck me already?”

He nods eagerly. “Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.” He moves up so his face is right above yours, tossing your legs over his shoulders again. He picks you up slightly, reaching for a pillow and placing it under your lower back before laying you back down. “This position good?”

You nod, gesturing for him to get a move on. He’s already hard again. Fuck, he’s so adorable. You smile at him. “It’s great, baby.”

He grins widely at the petname. “We do have to talk, after, you know-”

You smack his shoulder, urging him to shut the hell up. He gets the hint, shutting up and sinking into you balls-deep. Your back arches so much that you practically levitate off of the bed. 

“Oh, God, Trevor.” The two of you make practically electric eye contact. He smiles down at you, rolling his hips. 

He gets an arm under your shoulders, and he leans down to kiss your cheek sloppily. “Ah, shit.” He moans. “How’s this? Faster? Tell me what you need right now.”

You shake your head. “This is perfect. Just…ah, a little deeper, maybe?” He follows your instructions right away. “Yeah, yes, fuck that’s good.” 

It’s not long before you’re both moaning louder than before, the sounds filling your room. His strokes get more sloppy, and his hips stutter. You look at him, refocusing your eyes. “Close?”

He nods, and then shakes his head. “No, I can keep going, sorry-”

You laugh a little breathlessly. “Trevor, it’s okay. I am too.”

“Fuck.” He looks at you with big, bottomless eyes, and they may as well be heart-shaped. “Fuck, y/n, I love you.” You kiss him, and that’s what sends him over the edge. Your orgasm quickly follows, starting just as he’s spilling into you. 

He kisses all over your face before pulling out and laying down next to you, breathing heavily. You curl into his side. “You said it again.”

He groans. “I know. Fuck, I’m an idiot, I keep messing up.”

You kiss his cheek. “Say it one more time for me? I like hearing you say it.”

He blinks at you, but does what you asked. “I love you, y/n.”

A grin overtakes your face. “Yeah?”

He grabs your hand, bringing it up to his mouth and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “‘M sorry.” Scooting closer to him, you wrap your arms around him in a hug. He instantly gets comfortable, hugging you back, kissing the top of your head. “No, not…I’m not sorry, I’m not sorry for loving you, I’m sorry for saying it.”

“Trevor, don’t worry about it, really. I don’t love you back, not like that, not yet, but…I want to be something more than just friends with benefits. I want…I want to be your girlfriend. Seriously.” He kisses you deeply, tongue meeting yours. “You have to stop kissing me like that, you know. Unless you want to go another round.”

He grins at you, rolling you onto your back. “I could go another round, yeah.” You laugh, kissing his cheek. 

Sure, it’s complicated. But you two can figure it out. You have to.

[shadowfear-art]

Was feeling the "burnt out" creeping on me so I quickly drew my fave Lego idiot to cleanse the palate.

Toon Rex Dangervest doing a Hellraiser

[remacant]

Inspired by @hensel-x — cenobyte Hoffman!! I love this idea so much.

Consider this my apology for missing two days of goretober 💔

[inspirationfandream]

[varilien]

had my last ever college class last thursday. also watched the next two hellraiser movies :3

[delightfulkingtyphoon]

Sweetpain week day 1: School au

Daniel is a little nervous to talk to his crush 🥺

Freddy is there for moral support (he's not helping at all!!)

next>>

[tenebrare]

Dishonored/Hellraiser - Leviathans Sorrow/Dissecting a god. Now originally I planned to do an Outsider and High Overseer image while replaying DH1, but then I run across this little note in the game. While Leviathan in HR and DH are different - an angelic form and a whale, they represent something very similar as of WHY they interact with human world. And their own space Hell/Void have a lot of similarities, when you go by DH1. In reality I do not think DH writers had any link with HR, but somehow my brain found those odd connections.

[winterrrnight]

hellraiser (part II)

PAIRING: drew starkey x co-star!actress!reader

SUMMARY: an instagram blurb about drew and his co-star y/n and dating allegations

FACE CLAIM: Emma Myers

WARNINGS: pictures with blood and alcohol

EDITH SPEAKS: AND ITS OUT!! I hope you all enjoy because this is giving me life 🤭🤭 I'm sick but I've never felt happier because I am spending my day in my bed reading and completely chilling :')

a lil disclaimer ab the second post: I made up the fact that drew is allergic to nuts!!

I made up all the instagram users, so if by any chance I have your instagram user used here, I'm so sorry I promise it was a total coincidence!

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this is part two to this fic!

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[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Jersey

Masterlist

Pairing: HockeyPlayer!Mike x reader

Summary: Mike thought it would be a good idea to teach you how to skate. It wasn't — so he has to come up with a different plan.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, p-in-v sex, oral (f receiving), unprotected (at least condomless) sex, creampie, and a very needy, desperate, slightly pushy and arrogant Mikey.

Bingo: "Is that my shirt?" (you can find the bingo masterlist here)

A/N: As always, we blame @geralts-yenn for putting the idea of Mike as a hockey player in my brain. Not the field kind, the cold and violent kind. Of course.

It's also the third entry for my @henrycavillbingo card! I know I didn't exactly use the phrase of the prompt — although I did imply it — but a jersey is sort of a shirt, I guess, so it counts :")

Enjoy!

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“Don’t let go of me!” Who knew ice was slippery? You. You knew. Everyone knew. Yet here you were...

“I won’t let go,” Mike answered with a smile. He was the one who had assured you it would be fine. ‘Skating is fun, Sweetcheeks’ your freezing ass...

“Mike! You just almost dropped me!”

“I didn’t,” he snorted. “You almost fell, that’s not the same thing. Ow! Would you let go of my arm, before it falls off?”

You reluctantly relaxed your grip, panicking when he moved your hands from his upper arms to just below his elbow.

“What, no!” You scrambled to get closer to him.

“Babe, you won’t be able to move like that. Come on. Nothing’s gonna happen!”

“Are you sure you’re okay going backwards?” you asked. Of course, you were hoping he’d say ‘no’ and you could go back inside.

“Sweetcheeks, I’ve been doing this at least twice a week since I was six. If there was a way to skate sideways, I’d be okay doing that.” So, there was really no way around this, then? He really wasn’t going to let you off the hook?

“You said you wouldn’t let me fall!” you said, shoving Mike’s shoulder and pouting up at him. “That hurt!”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Mike mumbled. “Are you okay?”

You rubbed your elbow and nodded. “I’ll live. But I’m fucking cold.”

“Yeah, when you do it right, this is exercise...” Mike said with a grin. “Sweetcheeks, that was just a joke! Come here, please?” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

“I’m sorry I’m so bad at this,” you muttered. “I know you love it, I just...”

“Babe, babe, babe, stop.” He put a hand over your mouth. “It’s okay! I thought this would be fun but... I’m clearly not a very good teacher.”

“That’s not true! I’ve seen you coach the little ones! You’re great with them!” You trailed your fingers over his cheek. He didn’t wince at the cool wetness of your glove. “That said, I really don’t think this is my scene.”

“Alright, let’s get you off the ice and in front of the fireplace,” he said, laughing. “Don’t move.”

You stayed still while he got up, and then he pulled you off the freezing surface you were still sitting on.

“My leggings are soaked,” you noted, shivering as Mike pulled you along to the edge of the lake.

“I really didn’t expect you to fall this much, babe,” he chuckled.

“We can’t all be hockey superstars, jerk,” you retorted.

“No, but most people can at least stand upright on skates!”

“I’ll stand upright in the shower, thanks,” you grumbled, “and you are not invited.” Of course, that would have had more impact if you hadn’t encountered the edge of the lake at that precise moment, causing you to lose balance and tumble face-first into the snow.

“Sorry Sweetcheeks,” Mike said, in between fits of hysterical laughter, “but that was... You looked...” He pressed his hands to his side — a well-deserved side stitch if you ever saw one! He didn’t lose his balance for a second. Jackass.

You furiously pulled the laces on the skates but they wouldn’t come off. Why wouldn’t they come off? A cry of frustration escaped you before you could help it, and... Was that a tear? Great.

“Sweetcheeks, are you cr—”

“Only out of frustration,” you snapped before he could ask. “Nothing to do with you.”

Mike helped you up and helped you walk to the rock he’d cleaned off for you when you had arrived. It wasn’t as wet as the pile of snow he’d plucked you out of, but it certainly wasn’t any warmer.

You stayed still while he took your skates off, successfully avoiding any accidents, and watched impatiently while he traded his own skates for his shoes again.

“Can you at least try to hurry?” you said, no longer able to keep your teeth from chattering.

The hot water of the shower was an absolute godsend. You’d stuck to your threat to not invite Mike. He’d have to think of another way to keep you warm — and he would. You already knew what you’d be walking into; you could already feel his hands on your hips, his face buried in your neck, exploring every inch of your skin, eager hands scrambling to grab as much boob as he could manage — arguably not your favorite part but he was cute, so you’d forgive him — and then finally...

You forced yourself out of the shower before you got to the kind of stuff you’d rather have Mike do, and dried off. As you looked around the room, you noticed a jersey hanging from the back of his desk chair. After a quick inspection — it smelled mostly clean — you put it on before making your way downstairs.

A nice fire was waiting for you there, complete with a content-looking, shirtless Mike — admittedly your favorite flavor of Mikey — lounging in front of the fireplace. “Hey, come here, it’s nice and wa—” He stopped talking mid-sentence when he finally looked up at you. “Is that my... Baaaaaaabe... You took my jersey!”

“I did,” you said. “Want it back?”

You watched him shake his head, while he dug deep to find the ability to speak. He still hadn’t managed by the time he rolled over, scrambled to his knees and crawled over to you, grasping the hem of the jersey and pressing his lips to the inside of your knee. And then, finally: “Hot. So fucking hot.” It cost him to speak, even those four little words.

His lips moved up the inside of your leg at a glacial pace — atypical for Mike, to say the least. When he made it about halfway, he seemed suddenly plagued by an epiphany: “You’re not wearing anything else, are you?”

Blue puppy eyes widened even further when you slowly shook your head, and Mike sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, biting down with force. A strangled moan stumbled out of his mouth, and you knew what you’d find if you could see the front of his sweatpants right now.

Then, he was up, slinging you over his shoulder in less than one second, and at least somewhat carefully putting you down again in the nest of blankets and pillows in front of the fireplace. His lips found your neck — and so did his tongue and his teeth, his sloppy kiss causing you to arch your back off the ground, arms desperate to grab as much of him as possible. He had other plans, though.

He sat up on his knees between your legs and looked down on you as he planned his next move. Except Mike couldn’t plan. Like, at all... So you let your knees fall to the side and pulled the jersey up so it wasn’t covering you. It was enough to throw him off his game.

He shrugged in a ‘yeah, I could eat’ kind of way and dove face-first between your legs, wasting no time whatsoever. No teasing, no slow start, nothing. Just his eager mouth on your pussy, tongue flat against your clit — just the way you liked it — settling into an easy rhythm that would definitely get you where you needed to be.

A focused, goal-oriented Mikey was a rare sight to behold. In fact, you’d go as far as to say there were two possible scenarios in which he came out to play; on the ice, and between your legs doing exactly what he was doing now. The discussion of the subject had gone about as Mikey-esque as possible. According to him, if he lost focus in these situations, someone would get hurt — you personally felt there was some kind of a difference between a cramped jaw and a shattered kneecap or other serious injuries, but he didn’t see it that way. Not that you were going to complain about it, because focused, goal-oriented Mike got the job done. Quickly.

He moaned — a sexy, sweet little sound — when you grabbed his head, weaving your fingers into his dark curls before clenching them into a tight fist. It wasn’t that he needed the guidance as much as you needed something to hold on to...

“Fuck, Mikey...” He had you on the edge already, but you knew better than to tell him you were close. Any time you’d tried that, it had fried something in his brain and all consistency in his technique had disappeared like snow in July. Not good. So, you’d learned to keep your mouth shut so he could keep that gentle, diligent rhythm intact, until... “Oh god, yes!”

Every muscle in your body tensed and you screwed your eyes shut as he pushed you over the edge. You barely noticed the satisfied little hum that came from him — standard procedure, and nothing compared to the other signs of his elevated sense of self-importance. In other words; the least unbearable part of the cocky attitude that bubbled up whenever you came on his tongue.

You groaned when he threw himself on top of you, probably sort of accidentally crushing you with his full weight, but you forgave him when he kissed you silly, giving you plenty of opportunity to taste yourself on his tongue before he moved on to delivering sloppy kisses to your neck.

“Get on your knees,” he demanded, grabbing your wrists as you reached for the hem of the jersey. “That stays on. Get on your knees and turn around.”

“Do you have—”

“No, I don’t. I need to feel you,” he whined — you almost felt bad for him.

“Mikey...” you warned. If you went there with him, there was no way you were ever turning back.

“Baaaaabe,” he whined again. God, those eyes were killing you. “You know you’re it for me, right? Fuck, you’re wearing my name, my number... You had to know that would drive me at least a little nuts, right? Please, please, please, pretty, pretty please, let me... Just... Please?” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, grinding his hips against you.

You’d seen him needy and desperate — of course you had! If you kissed this man’s neck twice at a party and whispered a single even remotely sexual thing in his ear, he’d already be begging to let him take you home. This, however, was next level...

His mouth stopped begging, but his eyes definitely didn’t, and the brutally possessive grasp on your hips didn’t relax either. He wasn’t going to quit until he got what he wanted, that much was obvious. That left only one question: were you going to give it to him?

“Sweetcheeks, I’m not kidding,” he muttered after a few moments. “Come on... Face down, ass up—” You clamped a hand over his mouth before he could finish that sentence, and as you did so, you realized something.

“You don’t seriously want me from behind because you can look at... Oh my god, that’s why you don’t want me to take this damn jersey off, isn’t it?” ‘Vaguely indignant’ would be an accurate description of your tone. Maybe more than ‘vaguely’.

“Ehhhh...” The sound of a man who had been well and truly fucking busted. “Okay so, out of all the times I’ve looked at you and thought ‘woohoo, she’s mine!’, right now you’re so, so, so the mine-est... My name. My number. My sweet, perfect, wet little pussy. Okay? Mine.” He dragged you down to the floor, where he latched his mouth onto your neck again, this time with so much tongue that you begged him to stop. “Only if you let me fuck my pretty girl from behind!”

“That’s blackmail!” You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yup! Now surrender!” He grabbed your boob with one hand and tickled your side with the other before reaching between your legs. “Come on, you’re soaking wet and I know you need me as much as I need you, so... Let me bone you already!”

“I have one demand!” you said, wiping the tears off your cheeks as you tried to catch your breath. No one could make you laugh like your professional idiot.

“Hey, we’re negotiating! That’s progress!” he teased, pinching your nipple through the fabric of the jersey.

“I get to be on top, first,” you said, glancing over your shoulder at Mike, who didn’t see, because he had his face buried in your neck.

“Deal!” He snapped his head up, almost head-butting you in the nose. “Sorry! But yeah, deal, deal, deal! Fucking deal!” He scrambled to his knees and got comfortable in front of the couch, leaning his back against it and reaching his arms out towards you. “Here! Get over here, now!”

You crawled towards him, slowly, giving him your best fuck-me eyes as you let your hands slide up his legs — agonizingly slowly, of course — and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. “You want me, baby?”

The sweetest whimpers escaped him when you wrapped your fingers around his cock, but they turned into pitiful whines when you leaned forward. “No, I don’t want you to suck my cock!” Words you thought you’d never hear from this guy... “I need you to turn around and fucking sit. On. It.”

“Beg for it one more time, baby, please?” you asked sweetly. “You’re so cute when you beg for my pussy.”

“My pussy,” he teased. “Please, please, please, please, please come here and ride me.”

You paused for a moment, locking eyes with him, taunting him as you decided whether or not that was good enough, and quickly coming to the conclusion that he hadn’t been wrong when he said you needed him, too. So, you turned around, revelling in the sounds of eager anticipation from Mike as you moved to where he wanted you. Seconds later, you felt his tip at your entrance, and you knew the time for teasing was over.

“Fuck,” he said, twice, three times... You lost count, what with being a little too busy relishing the feeling of his skin on yours for the first time since you’d met him.

“Good?” Stupid question...

“You’re killing me, Sweetcheeks,” he moaned, clenching his fists tightly around the bunched up fabric of the jersey at your hips.

You moved slowly, knowing he would go absolutely crazy over it, and it wasn’t long before he was begging you for more. As far as you were concerned, he could forget about that, but he had other plans. He pushed you forward and quickly wormed his way out from under you, getting on his knees behind you, hurrying to get back inside.

“Can’t do this, Sweetcheeks,” he huffed, adorably out of breath. “Show up like this and then tease me. It’s not fair. Bad girl!” He playfully smacked your ass.

“Don’t act like you hate it,” you said as you reached for a pillow — playtime was over, and you were going to need one to scream in.

Lo and behold, he didn’t even pretend to hold back on the first thrust, much less any of the ones that followed, and you were left crying and moaning into that pillow as he railed you into the next century. You could tell from his breathing and his soft swearing that he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Babe, can I— oh fuck...” This idiot. The answer would have been ‘yes’, but still... “Please tell me I’m not gonna be a dad...”

“I figured it would be better to see if you’d grow up first,” you laughed as he pulled out and lay down next to you with a hopelessly adorable concerned look on his face. Slowly, a smile broke through as you assured him it was okay.

You snuggled into his side, and he pulled a blanket over the both of you. “Hey, Sweetcheeks,” he whispered, pressing his lips to your temple. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you sighed.

He pulled on the jersey to get you as close to him as possible. “And you’re so totally wearing this to my next game.”

[decodedlvr]

Headcanons/ blurbs / imagines [MDNI]

The truth about dom Rafe

Perv rafe moodboard

I know he f*cks good

Rafe can handle your thighs

Yandere rafe

Sexy ass Drew

Not like I can swim anyway

I can take them both (not in a fight ft. Rudy)

Tba….

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[oozebrain]

Just infodumping about developing Barista AU.

Today was a noxious drink day and my asm was just like 😧 at the drinks we made (lime cappuccino, pumpkin spice redbull, pumpkin cake smoothie) and it got me thinking back to my old asm days and how it felt like running a circus.

I’m adding Pinhead to my barista AU… he is the assistant manager at the clown cafe and, like all asms, he’s fucking tired. He’s definitely the embodiment of Squidward at work and a total coffee snob.

They are human in the AU so they are just two bald horror fans who run a coffee shop together.

Pinhead deals with the customers, Art makes the drinks, and Vicky makes the baked goods. Sienna is a regular at the coffee shop and she always leaves a big tip. Art knows her drink from memory and when she doesn’t show up at her usual time he gets worried and texts her ⁉️ to make sure she’s ok. Her and Jonathan’s drinks are always on the house.

Art carries oat milk just for Jonathan (he just strikes me as lactose intolerant) and makes him a mystery flavor frappe when he comes in with Sienna. If he guesses it right, he gets a free try at the claw machine (that Art ensures people will win at by adjusting the pressure plate in the machine 🖤 it makes him happy to see people win).

Vicky makes new baked goods every week and she always changes them up. She makes scary themed cakes but also cute (like a Halloween cat, pumpkins, eyeball cake pops, etc).

The whole cafe is set up like a little game room with a horror theme and has a frog flip game, if you land the frog on the lily pad you get a gift card. There’s other games like skeeball and wack a mole that pay tickets, and if you get enough tickets you can get free drinks/food/merch/little toys. If you can beat Art’s high score in Centipede you get free drinks for a year and your picture on the wall of fame…