#hellraiser: hellworld fic

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Make That Kitty Purr [Director’s Cut]

Title: Make That Kitty Purr [Director’s Cut]

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Word Count: 5.7K

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. THIS IS THE DIRECTOR’S CUT OF THIS STORY.

Warnings: voyeurism, cheating, unprotected p-in-v (wrap it before you tap it), dubcon, creampie, breeding kink, impregnation, spit kink, choking, slapping, dacryphilia, adult breastfeeding, August is an asshole, Mike deserves better 

A/N: Original story is here, Make That Kitty Purr. I decided to share what the story was before I cut it down, based on this ask from @geralts-yenn. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

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Cover Art by me

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“You must be Michael’s girlfriend, right?” The velvety voice slides over you like warm honey. As your name rolls off of his tongue, you turn around in the small space of the open fridge door and are face-to-chest with a mountain of a man.

Everything about him was perfect. A tall frame with a muscular build was easy to spot at first glance. On closer inspection, you stare into aquamarine eyes that have a brownish-gold spot in the left iris. And that ‘70s porn stache oddly worked well on his face. Fresh sweat slid down his neck, the heat from outside still radiating off of his body. You feel his breath on your face before you realize he’s speaking to you.

“I’m sorry, what?” You shake your head slightly and smile up at him as he smirks at you.

“I said, I’m August. I’m Michael’s Uncle, Walt’s brother,” He reaches over you to grab a beer off of the door of the fridge, “Not surprised he didn’t introduce us.” At your confused expression, he only shakes his head and sips from his beer. He watches you watching him as he lowers the beer from his lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “Like what you see, Princess?”

The noise that comes out of your mouth is a mix between a gulp, a yelp, and a moan. And it seems to echo in the kitchen of Mike’s parent’s house. Everyone is still outside, Mike asked you to come in and get…something. You’d forgotten when you were suddenly in the presence of a god among men. You would have to watch yourself around this one. He had the power to make you misbehave.

“There you are, Sweetcheeks,” Thank goodness Mike comes into the kitchen when he does, “Thought you got lost in here. Hey, Uncle August.” They exchange looks with one another, looking back at you at the same time.

“I just got talking with your Uncle and forgot what I came in here for.” You decided to tell the truth, although you left out eye-fucking his Uncle. He didn’t need to hear that.

“You were coming in to grab us a couple of beers, but now Mom asked for a couple more things.” Mike moves you out of the cool haven of the fridge and grabs a few things from inside. With his back turned, he can’t see August looking into your eyes as he adjusts himself.

Fuck.

“Hey, Uncle August, was that invitation to come up to the cabin still good? I may have a free weekend coming up.” Mike closing the refrigerator door saves you from the intense draw of August’s fixation. 

“Of course. Anytime you wanna come up, just let me know in advance so I can make sure everything is good for you.” August looks to Mike like he hadn’t been touching his dick and looking at his girlfriend.

“Alright, awesome. Come on, Sweetcheeks.” Mike leads the way, holding the potato salad. You pick up the beers and chanced a glance back at August who is licking his lips and following behind you. You feel his presence behind you as you exit the porch. The unmistakable feeling of a hand ghosting over your hip almost makes you squeal but you school yourself, catching up the Mike.

The rest of the barbecue goes off without a hitch. The interaction between you and August is forgotten until you go in to help clean the dishes. You tell Mike’s Mom to go back outside and that you’ll take care of the rest of the washing. That is, until August comes in and has you all to himself again. 

“Need some help, Princess?” That voice goes straight to your pussy and you instantly tense up at the pet name.

“No, I, uh…I got it. Thank you, Uncle Aug–” You start, but he cuts you off.

“No, Princess. I’m not your Uncle. You call me August.” His hand on your hip as he spoke had you trembling.

“Yes, August.” You don’t know how you were able to speak, but you did it and that’s all that matters.

“Good girl.” The praise has you squeezing your thighs together and accidentally pressing back into August who has moved closer to you. Your ass had been pressed against his clothed cock and it sent shockwaves to your brain.

The groan that escapes August’s mouth vibrates through you. Before you know it, August is putting down his empty beer bottle and putting both hands underneath your dress. Your protests die on your tongue as his fingers hook under the waistband of your panties. With a tug, the underwear is coming down your legs and you’re stepping out of them. August brings them to his face to inhale your aroma before pocketing your thong.

“I’ll see you soon, Princess,” August says, leaning down to kiss your shoulder in an almost sweet albeit possessive gesture, “Give Michael my best.”

You’re left gobsmacked in the kitchen, only coming out of your reverie when you hear the door to the kitchen opening. You finish up the washing as the family files in. 

If you ride Mike into the mattress that night, that’s your business. Mike was none the wiser as you thought of a velvety voice, a mustache, and your taken undies. Thoughts of August go away soon enough and are but a distant memory when Mike brings up needing a break from school for a while. 

You casually ask if August will be there while you are at the cabin, Mike says it will just be the two of you and you relax. At least you won’t have to worry about those little moments you and his Uncle shared.

When Mike invites you up to his Uncle’s cabin for the weekend, you are beyond excited. You’ve never been away with him and this is the perfect opportunity to have a little fun away from your college roommates. You love them, but it’s so hard to get some alone time with two other girls breathing down your neck.

You pull up to the cabin on Friday afternoon and notice another car already in the driveway, a tall man dressed rather sharply grabbing a suitcase out of the trunk. As he turns around, you recognize Mikey’s Uncle August. I guess we’re not going to be alone this weekend after all.

Mikey puts the car in park and jumps out before you can even unbuckle yourself. “Uncle August, what are you doing here?”

“My schedule changed so I figured I would come and check on the cabin while you were up here,” August put down his luggage and rolls his sleeves up before running a hand over his mustache.

“Well, we were kinda thinking we would have the place to ourselves, actually,” Mike says, walking around the car after turning it off.

“We?” August’s head tilts as his eyes land on the passenger window.

You watch the exchange from the car, seeing that August has finally noticed you. Exiting the car, you close the door behind you and join Mike who puts a possessive arm around your waist.

“Uncle August, this is my girl. You remember her, right?” 

August nods and correctly remembers your name, slowly letting it pass over his tongue. While Mike is smiling down at you, August lets his eye rake over you from head to toe. If Mike had seen, he would not have been happy. Damnit, August, be cool!

“Michael, why don’t you get the bags while I take your girl inside out of the cold? You can handle that, right?” Before you know it, your hand is taken by a large paw and you are led inside the cabin. August walks close to you and you can smell his aftershave up close, the scent intoxicating.

You’re surprised when it takes Mike as long as it does to get all of the bags into the cabin. You packed pretty light, but August had him take everything to the rooms instead of leaving them by the hallway. You notice August is staying on the bottom floor of the cabin while you and Mike are staying in another room on the second floor.

While Mike is upstairs, August goes to the refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of wine. He pours two glasses and offers you the other. You don’t miss how his fingers linger on yours.

“What shall we toast to, Princess?” You don’t hide the shiver that runs down your spine at the pet name.

“Um, to…a hot tub and time away from annoyances,” You lift your glass over to connect with August’s. He holds your gaze as he takes a sip. 

“And to these, maybe?” August holds up a pink lacy pair of underwear, your thong from the barbecue months ago. He still has them, smiling down at you before pocketing them again when you reach out to try and take them.

Mike’s voice startles you as it booms through the cabin, “Sweetcheeks, you wanna get in the hot tub now or later?” Sometimes you wish Mike had a chill mode, but you loved the adorable goofball.

“I’ll get started on dinner while you two have some time alone,” August takes your wine glass and tops it off, and sends you up to find Mike. You can feel his eyes on you as you walk away, but you don’t dare look back.

As you get in the hot tub after getting changed into your bathing suit, the sun is setting over the mountains. Mike’s hands and mouth are over you in an instant, not caring what his Uncle may be seeing. He pulls you into his lap and attacks your neck. Your eyes close at the sensation and when they open, a gorgeous set of oceanic blues lock on you.

August is watching you as Mike slides a hand into your suit bottoms. You know you should tell Mike to stop but the idea of putting on a show for August is a temptation you can’t ignore. Your mouth opens in a silent scream as Mike’s fingers circle your clit before sliding into your entrance. Clutching a hand in his hair, you bite your lip as you ride Mike’s fingers.

As August watches you, he grips and strokes his cock through his pants. You reason with yourself that since you aren’t touching each other, this isn’t cheating. This is just slightly inappropriate, nothing to truly worry about.

Mike’s attention to finger-fucking you is gone as he pulls out his cock, pulling your bottoms to the side. He swiftly enters you and pulls you down onto him fully. Within seconds, you adjust to Mike’s cock and start to ride him while maintaining eye contact with August.

Mike pulls out your tits from your suit top and gives attention to your nipples. The man loves your boobies and it keeps him occupied as you continue your impromptu sex show for August. The older man unzips himself and for a moment, you think you’re going to be graced with the sight of his cock, but he only reaches in to stroke himself. Watching him watching you is enough to send you over the edge. Mike follows after you shortly, pulling out of you to jerk his cock as you didn’t exactly bring condoms to the hot tub.

You watch as August pulls his hand out of his pants, zips himself up, and walks out of your field of vision. It doesn’t look like he came and you instantly want to help him over the edge but hold yourself together. You move yourself to sit next to Mike and rest your head against his shoulder as you both catch your breath and readjust your clothing. A million thoughts run through your head, the most severe of which is gnawing at your soul.

You want August, and it’s obvious he wants you back. How could you want something like that? Mike isn’t perfect, but he’s yours. He adores you and you think the world of him. Yes, he can be a bit aloof, but he’s genuinely interested in your happiness. He doesn’t deserve to be fucked over by your selfish desires.

You are broken out of your reverie minutes later as August beckons you both to come in for dinner. You both towel off and put on robes. August already has the table set with three plates and he sits at the head of the table with you and Mike sitting across from each other. 

The conversation comes easily enough, August mostly focuses on asking you about what you are studying and what your future plans are. Mike seems to be none the wiser that August is paying you so much attention as he shovels pasta in his face. August refills your wine glass, handing it to you, his fingers lingering again. August finally turns his gaze to Mike and asks what you all have planned for the weekend. 

Mike mentions you are scheduled to go to a beer garden tomorrow and you would be meeting some friends afterward. You don’t remember making plans to meet up with friends but you go with it anyway. Mike’s friends were pretty cool, at least the ones you’ve met. Well, Derrick could be annoying and could make Mike completely miserable to be around but hopefully, he wouldn’t be there tomorrow.

You all finish dinner shortly thereafter, a few glasses of wine in your system. August gets up, and you assume he is going to start clearing the table. “August, you cooked, we can clear the table.”

“Nonsense. You’re a guest here,” he says, waving you off, “Michael can clean up the kitchen while I give you a quick tour.” He holds out his hand to lead you through the living room, and that same hand ends up on your lower back. 

Your bare feet pad softly on the hardwood while his shiny shoes clack next to you. Your robe is the only thing preventing August from touching your skin directly. The heat coming off of his hand is enough to elicit a shiver from you. Instead of mentioning it, he just smiles down at you and walks you into the spacious entertainment room.

A large television screen is in front of a sectional couch. Two vintage full-height arcade game systems stand against either side wall. A pool table sits on the right, while a poker table is to the left. You’re impressed with the setup and you say as much.

“Yeah, I like to entertain sometimes. You’re welcome to this room whenever you want. Most of the streaming apps are already set up and there’s a Playstation and XBOX as well if you’re interested,” August points over to the tv, leaning in as he speaks.

“I can already see Mike getting lost in here for a few hours,” you snort, trying to hide your obvious annoyance.

“I’m sure you can keep him occupied, Princess.” There goes that pet name again. You look up at August and he grins like the Cheshire cat down at you.

If Mike hadn’t walked in when he did, you would have leaned into that smile. “I was looking for you guys. Sweetcheeks, are you ready for bed? I’m exhausted.”

“You’re tired from cleaning the kitchen?” August teased, knowing full well that wasn’t what tired the younger man out.

“Yeah…well, it’s a big…kitchen, so,” Nice save, Mike.

“Sounds like a good idea, baby. Let’s go,” you grab Mike’s hand and turn toward August, “Night, August.”

“Goodnight, you two,” August hums, looking from you to his nephew.

The two of you head to bed upstairs, arm in arm. It takes everything out of you not to turn around and look at August once more.

In the middle of the night, you pull yourself out of Mike’s grip and head to the bathroom. You notice your throat is dry and decide to go to the kitchen for a bottle of water. August is already in the kitchen, pouring himself a drink. As he picks up the lowball of amber liquid, he turns to greet you.

“You alright, Princess?” The genuine concern in his voice almost overshadows the fact that he is only clad in a tight pair of boxer briefs. Almost. 

Instead of answering, you are entranced by his hairy chest and defined abdominals. Muscular arms and thick thighs are on full display. You’re sure you’re staring but he doesn’t seem to mind as he makes his way over to you. It seems like he moves in slow motion and your brain doesn’t fully comprehend when he reaches out to you.

His warm hand on your arm reminds you that you forgot to put on a robe before coming downstairs. Your crop top and cheeky underwear leave little to the imagination and you look down at yourself before looking from his hand back up at him. As if seeing your thoughts across your face, August removes his hand from your shoulder.

“I just came down for some water.” You’re surprised that you were able to get those words out, as whiny as they were. Your dry throat returns after you speak.

August nods and turns around to go back to the fridge. The ass on this man is ridiculous too, that’s just unfair. He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and brings it back to you. He holds it out to you, and you take it shakily before opening it and taking a sip. You cap it again and hold it up to your suddenly warm neck. You let out a sigh and close your eyes for a beat. When you open them, August is standing closer to you. You didn’t even hear him take a step.

You slowly lower the water bottle from your skin and August takes it, putting your bottle and his whiskey down on the nearby dining table. When he turns back to you, he reaches up and holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He takes his time leaning in, giving you an out to easily lean back.

But you don’t lean back, you lean into him as he slots your mouths together. You whimper into his mouth and it is all over from there. He drops your chin, his hands sliding from your face to your neck and down your back until they settle under your ass as he lifts you into his arms.

“Tell me you want me, Princess,” August whispers, the heat coming off his clothed cock blazing into your core, “You want me to take care of you?”

Fuck.

“Yes,” you whimper, carding a hand through his thick head of hair. 

“That’s my good girl,” he groans, walking to his bedroom. He kisses your neck, nipping at it as he settles you back upon his bed. He hovers over you for a moment, rubbing your covered sexes together. Letting you have ample time to change your mind while making sure you won’t.

“Please,” you whine, no longer able to hide your desire to have him inside you.

“Please what? Say it,” he grunts, pressing his groin harder into you.

“Fuck me, August.” is all he needs to hear before he’s pulling your underwear down and off. He doesn’t remove his own, only tucks them under his balls as he runs the head of his dick through your sopping folds. He enters slowly and gradually, letting you adjust to his girth and length.

Once he is fully seated inside you, he begins a punishing rhythm that has your cervix screaming. Your legs wrap around his waist and his hand finds your throat, placing slight pressure on the sides. The older man has you in a daze soon enough, filthy words leaving his mouth.

“Fuck, it’s just like I imagined it,” August grunts, his pupils blown wide as he looks down at you, “I jerked my cock so many times with your panties. They barely smell like you anymore. I’m gonna change that.” With that, he pulls out. Getting off the bed, he reaches into the pocket of the slacks he was wearing earlier and finds your thong.

He gets back on the bed and starts to stuff the underwear into your wet snatch. You squirm under his touch as he pushes the material inside you. Once you are full, his finger circles your clit.

“I’m gonna get you to cum all over your panties so I can have that smell back in my life. You’re so perfect, Princess.” Between his words and his finger working you over, it doesn’t take long until you're coating your underwear in sweet nectar and moaning August’s name.

“Mmm, that’s my good girl. Now, let’s get this out, shall we?” That’s all the warning you get. August inserts one thick digit inside you and pulls out the wet lace. He sets them aside and slides his dick back inside you. He sets a slow pace, wanting you to beg for more. It’s not long before he is granted his wish.

“August, harder, please?” Your whimpers go straight to his dick and you feel him involuntarily twitch.

“Yes, Princess. Anything for my good girl.” August lands two soft slaps on your face, his hand then moves back to your throat as you toss your head back into the pillow underneath you. “Is Princess gonna come all over my cock?”

You nod, this time when he lands a slap, you feel a sting. The shock of it mixed with his thrusting has you so close.

“Come for me, Princess. Then I’ll breed this tight little cunt.” 

“No, August. I’m not on birth control. Please don’t…come inside me…” Your words are trailing off as your orgasm catches up with you. The sound of wet squelching echoes in your ears.

“I’m gonna stuff you so full of my cum. You’re mine now, Princess. And I will keep you full of me, giving me strong children one after the other. Tell me to come inside you, Princess. Now!”

“Come inside me, August.” If his hand wasn’t around your throat and his body against yours holding you down, you think you might not have said it. But you did say it. You can’t take it back.

His hips stutter in their movement and you are soon flooded with his spend. He doesn’t stop fucking you until you come again, some of his seed leaking out past his cock as he pulls himself out. He looks down and smiles watching you leak with his spunk, before laying next to you. He draws you closer to rest your head on his chest.

He kisses your forehead in a sweet gesture. Juxtaposed with the filthy act you’ve just committed, you suddenly feel nauseous. You bite back bile as you rest against August. You wish the Earth would open up and swallow you whole. You stay like that for a minute more, feeling your legs get wet with his cum as it leaks from you. 

“You’re going to break up with Michael. I don’t care if you love him and he loves you. You’ll be pregnant with my children soon enough and I’ll be the one taking care of you. He won’t want you because I’m going to ruin you for all other men, Princess.” His words hit you hard followed by his hand around your throat, “Did you hear me?”

“Yes.” You sniffle.

“Yes, what?” You feel his body tense.

“Yes, Sir.” 

“That’s my good girl. You’re mine, remember that. Now, open your mouth,” He still holds onto your throat while he turns to you.

You open your mouth and he spits, half of it landing on your lips. You squeeze your eyes shut in disgust as you hear him laugh at your discomfort. He wipes his saliva into your mouth, “Swallow it, Princess. I would hate to think you don’t want my gift.”

Your world implodes as you swallow, the gravity of cheating on Mike suddenly screaming its way into the forefront of your mind. You hate yourself and you hate August for enticing you.

“Now, be a good girl and end it with Michael. And make yourself useful and bring me my whiskey on your way back, Princess.” 

You get up quickly, finding and putting on your underwear before all but running out of August’s room, you can still taste him on your tongue. You reach the upstairs bathroom connected to your bedroom and make it to the toilet in the nick of time. Your dinner comes back up so harshly that you end up waking Mike up with your gagging.

He comes to hold your hair out of the way and rub a soothing hand on your back. As you finish, you spit, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You close the lid, sitting down on the floor next to Mike as he looks at you concerned.

“Mike, baby, I’m so sorry.” 

“Sweetcheeks, what are you sorry for? You just got sick is all.”

“Not saying sorry for that, I have to tell you something.”

“Babe, you’re scaring me, what’s going on?” Mike’s voice quivers and it is all you can do to stop yourself from kissing his frown away because you’re about to break his heart.

“I…slept with August,” you blurt out, and you start to cry before you can help it, “He told me to come to break it off with you and I don’t want that, Mikey. I don’t want him.” You stop your rambling and sit in silence.

Mike isn’t saying anything and you wonder what is even going through his head. You hazard a look over to his face. His jaw is working in anger and he pulls his knees up to his chest.

“Mike, I’m so sor-”

“We’re leaving. Get dressed.” Mike cuts you off and gets up from the floor. You get up and follow him to the bedroom, pulling on your jeans and hoodie quickly as he begins to pack your suitcases quietly.

You watch him move about the room mechanically. You wish he would talk to you. But, you know you don’t deserve to be comforted. He needs and deserves better than you. As he finishes, he pulls on his clothes and takes your things downstairs.

You follow him down, pausing when you both see August now wearing just pajama bottoms. He actually looks surprised to see you both dressed and holding your luggage.

“Go to the car, I’ll be out in a sec, ok?” Mike’s voice is eerily calm as he hands you the car keys and ushers you outside.

“Mike, let’s just lea-”

“I said, go to the car. I’ll be right there,” he barely raises his voice, but he pushes slightly on your shoulder to get you outside. Like he doesn’t want you to witness something.

You grab your luggage and head outside, closing the door behind you. You try and block out the sounds of a struggle in the cabin as you walk across the gravel driveway. You put your suitcase in the trunk and get in the car. You’re putting on your seatbelt as August comes out to the car. Opening the car door, he reaches in and pulls you out. 

“August, what are you doing? Where is Mike?” Your questions are left unanswered as you are pulled inside. The cabin is eerily quiet and you notice Mike sitting on the staircase, his hair and clothing a mess, staring daggers at you.

“So you gave him my favorite thong of yours, let him fuck you and come inside you, and what? I’m just supposed to let that go and forgive you?” Mike practically spits fire at you, his words scalding you.

“Mikey, please. Let’s just leave like we were going to. I want you, Mikey, I’m so sorry I made a mistake. Please don’t leave me.” You beg at his feet, groveling for him not to quit on you.

“It wasn’t me that left. Remember that. I never wanna see either of you ever again,” Mike grabs his suitcase and moves to pass you, “And you can find another way back to school. I’ll leave your stuff outside. You two deserve each other.”

“Mikey, please–”

Mike pushes past you and walks out of the door. You can hear the gravel crunching under his feet. The unmistakable sound of your luggage and bookbag hitting the driveway. You run out in time to see him driving away. Your entire world shifts around you as the weight of your actions consumes you.

The last thing you remember is your legs feeling wobbly as you are caught by strong arms.

You haven’t seen Mike in almost a year when you bump into him in the supermarket. You’re walking down the frozen food section, perusing the ice cream flavors when you hear someone’s throat clear behind you. You turn around and are met with a messy head of curls peering into your cart, the baby carrier in his line of sight.

“I shouldn’t be surprised you had his baby. You always wanted kids, guess just not my kids.” Mike shakes his head, looking away from you. 

“Mikey, I’m–”

“Save it, you’re wasting your time. I got someplace I gotta be.” Mike rolls his eyes and leaves you where you stand. The coldness of the aisle hits you more harshly than before.

You broke a good man’s heart and you deserved the life you have now. 

You grab August’s fave, mint chocolate chip, and then head to checkout. Loading the car, you head home. August made you drop out of school to begin your new life as his incubator.

He comes out of the house as you pull into the driveway, grabbing the baby carrier and cooing to his son. You’re left to bring in the rest of the groceries.

Since you gave birth, August has been relentless in his attempts to get you pregnant again. Once upon a time, sex all day long would have aroused you. Now, it’s become your least favorite activity. You can’t get wet for August. 

To have any kind of arousal, you’re forced to think of Mikey. The way he would kiss you in the middle of laughing, or the sounds he made while going down on you. That part of your life is gone. Now, you are a mother against your will. And August won’t let you forget what you’re here for.

“My son is hungry, can you handle that, Princess?” He waits until you nod, opening your blouse and unlatching your nursing bra before he gently hands you August Jr. As the baby suckles at you, your mind wanders.

“Yes, Sir.” You start to believe August likes the robotic way you speak now. Whenever you did express emotion, it was to show sadness and he hated that.

While you hold your son, August grabs your chin gently between his forefinger and thumb. “Smile for me, Princess,” You look up at August and follow his command, “That’s my good girl. After he’s done feeding, meet me upstairs. You’re ovulating and I am so attracted to this view of you. Just think of it, Princess. AJ sitting atop your pregnant belly while you feed him. It’s so perfect.” He sweetly caresses your face, never is he as sweet as when he wanted you.

After your son falls asleep while eating, you put him on your shoulder and burp him. You walk to his nursery and lay him down, caressing his curls before kissing his tiny face. It’s not his fault that his father is terrible to his mother.

It’s your fault for letting yourself fall into the arms of a man that wasn’t your boyfriend. You had everything you needed with Mikey. And now you had nothing you wanted with August. Plastering the smile that August loved so much on your face, you walk into your bedroom.

August sits on your bed, waiting for you while he strokes himself. You walk up to him, the sickly sweet smile still on your face, and begin to undress slowly. He reaches up to play with a swollen, wet nipple and you can’t help but enjoy the relief it brings when he latches onto your breast. While he drinks from you, he pulls you into his lap. Without pulling free of your nipple, he uses a hand to slide his cock inside you.

You groan as he breaches you, whimpering as he guides your hips to ride him. August pulls away from your breast to switch to the other, working to drain you while he fucks you. You want to hate him, you wish your milk was poison to kill him. But, instead, all you do is cradle his head and grind down on him.

When he has had his fill of you, he leans back wiping his mouth before maneuvering you to lay on your back as he fucks into you. 

“I love you so much, Princess.” His words are a surprise and they confuse you.

“Why?”

“You’re the mother of my children, of course, I love you…You give us everything we need…You make me so happy…You’re my Princess, I’m your King…And we have our little Prince.” His words are all coming out in short breaths as he tries to hold back his orgasm until after yours. He reaches down to play with your clit as he sucks hickeys into your neck. “Tell me you love me, Princess.”

“I love you, August,” You actually sound like you mean it as your orgasm rushes through you.

“That’s my good girl!” August thrusts into you one last time, releasing his fertile seed inside you. You feel every twitch and squirt inside of you, and you swear you could feel yourself being impregnated at that moment. He stays inside you for a moment longer, pulling out to hold your legs up and rock you side to side as he heard that helps to aid in conception.

This is your life, an endless sea of pregnancy. A hollow promise of love from a man who took everything from you. And the worst part is, you’ve given up fighting because you know you deserve it.

A/N: Welp, that’s something. I’ll be in my bunk, rethinking my life’s choices.

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Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Mike x Black!OFC (Dimples)

Summary: A collection of moments with Mike and Daisy (Dimples).

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Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Epilogue (finished)

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[hope-to-hell]

I’m back, baby! Writer Mike makes a surprise appearance, poor guy. The hollow where his heart should be. Mike. Mike x Reader, really. Angst, some body horror and gore, gross abuse of first-person pov. He really should be working on his novel, but he keeps having this dream.

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The thing is, babe— it’s been so long, so fucking long I’ve almost forgotten how to do this, how to reach inside my chest and grab the words. I have this idea that’s been kicking around the back of my mind, and it’s been driving me fucking crazy because I can’t do anything about it. It’s just this image, these little moments, and this feeling. It’s like I can see the shape of the story but it’s all hollow. I just. I can’t, not like this. Not when I keep having this dream.

There’s this bay of deep black water, iron fences, rusted steps that rise up with their sharp edges and they cut, babe, they cut and catch at my feet and I’m leaving bloody trails up and down but I can’t stop. I’m shredded raw, walking on bone but I have to move, into the water and back out again and I’m all wet and shivering, the salt water’s burning my lungs and I’m drowning, babe, right there between water and sky.

I dream about it every night. Maybe I’m in hell. They say it’s all fire and brimstone and red hot pokers but babe, hell is cold. It’s cold and lonely, like that last spike of adrenaline when you know you’re gonna die and it’s gonna hurt real bad. I just know there’s chains down below and every time I go down the steps they stab their hooks in me. They, yeah. I mean those strangers in the dark with their faces like dead things; they throw their chains and they’re catching at my feet, my hands, my heart, but when I go up again it’s like some awful dream within a dream and it’s just step after step, over and over again forever. I can’t. I can’t do it but I have to anyway.

It’s like I’m a puppet, babe, and these chains pull me wherever they want because I can feel them even when they aren’t there, when they’re coiled up with them down in the dark. There’s rust in my blood like poison; it’s theirs because somehow they’re sipping pain wherever they go and every time I take a step they dig their nails into me. And my feet are gone, babe, just bones all shiny from seawater cause they’ve been worn away and I can’t look but I have to look. They keep saying bear witness and it has to be a dream but those aren’t my words and it’s not my voice. They won’t let me stop until I’m all used up, all worn away. I feel like even then it wouldn’t stop. They’d just find another way to make it hurt.

I know I’ve been a pain lately, babe, but please— please— be patient with me just a little longer. I have to beat this, but I don’t know how. I’m so tired and I wake up soaked with sweat and aching in the middle of the night. I think it’s sweat, at least. It better be, because I don’t know what I’d do if it was water, if I found myself drowning in the blankets. It’s already bad enough the way moonlight shines through the window; I remember breathing you in while you named the stars, when you pointed up and said there’s the Lovers, but I already had my hands under your shirt and I didn’t hear the words til later. But the moonlight shifts like wavelets on a quiet sea and when I wake up I’m scrambling back against the headboard and my lungs are burning.

I try to force myself to write, to catch lightning in a bottle. The publisher keeps calling, saying Mikey, baby, where’s the manuscript? Give us anything you’ve got, come on, that advance must be running out, god dammit Michael have you heard of breach-of-contract, but every time I try to write I slip away into the sea and the blinking cursor on my laptop becomes that tap-tap-tap of bones on iron. I’ve got nothing, not even outlines, not even ideas except this stuff I’m telling you, but I don’t think you can slap a half-naked hunk on the cover and call this shitshow a romance. Babe. I can’t. I don’t know what to do.

The dream is getting closer, and I know it doesn’t make any sense but I can hear the soughing of water and wind even in the daytime now, even here: I’m a thousand miles away from the sea and still I feel it. Everything I touch cuts sharp like salt and I can hear them in every step, every breath. I look in the mirror and I see iron and blood; they’re calling to me and I’m saying no for now but I’m so scared, babe. I just want this to be over, to wake and feel you with me in this bed. I want you to name the stars with me again. I want to lie down and feel the warm earth bake into my bones. I want, I want, but I’m falling apart and I don’t know where some of the pieces have gone. I think the parts of me I’ve lost are with them in the dark.

Remember when you found me all hollow in the cold? I still had soil in my hair and I swore up and down my chest was torn open but you looked— you lifted up my shirt and said your heart’s still beating. You laid your head against my chest and tapped out a rhythm on my ribs. You said either way, the scar’s the same. You said I’m with you now and you. And you— oh, babe. I want— when I told you I had another story in me, when I said I needed just a little bit of quiet— I didn’t think this would be it. My whole mind is ocean and rust and that tap tap tap; I’m drifting down and I’m so afraid of climbing up again, of bearing witness to my own dissolution, but then again I know what's waiting down below.

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[littlefreya]

I just want to start by saying this is not a demand for you to write this character, I’m just interested in your opinion on why the Henry Cavill fandom tends to overlook the character Evan Marshall from Blood Creek? I always thought he was a great character - EMT, takes care of his nephews and sick father, tortured by guilt of letting his brother be abducted, and he was really hot in it. Seems like there’s a lot for fic writers to work with but most don’t. Is it because it was such an obscure movie that’s hard to find? Or is his character too bland? Again, not demanding you write him, just curious why you don’t? Thank you for all you do write! I’ve spent endless hours reading and re-reading your fics and they’re all amazing!

No worries, love, you are not coming off as demanding in any sort of way. 🖤

I think it’s combination of several things. To begin with, the “younger” HC characters are not that popular when it comes to fanfiction, save for Mike of course. I think it’s because these roles don’t leave much to the imagination and writing fanfiction has to do a lot with wanting to extend about a character. Mike is interesting because he has a very strong persona people loved and wanted to see more from and even though Hellraiser Hellworld is such a shit film, people still remember the character well.

So character’s charisma is a factor, as well. Mind you there is not much known about Sy for example, when I started writing about him it’s because he spiked my interest and I wanted to “dress” him up with certain features and give him a persona I thought could fit.

As a general observation, a lot of writers tend to gravitate toward the recent and older characters; Sy, August, Walter, etc. Possibly because these roles are a lot more interesting for them to write about and they have more to work with. It’s not just because they are “older”, they simply stir more intrigue for a writer.

By all means, it you find a certain character interesting and want to explore it further, you should write about it. When I started writing it was because I couldn’t find the stories I wanted to read about specific characters, so I decided to do it myself.

#ask freya #anon asks #Evan marshall

[poledancingdinos]

Help me celebrate 400 beautiful followers by sending me a song

Requested by the Mikey expert @hope-to-hell

Pairing: Mike x Reader

Warnings: Implied psychedelic drug use and a bad trip, references to the events of the Hellworld movie and death

A/N: Let’s pretend like Mikey survived the movie cause he’s so pretty and dorky and I love him too much

You walk into your apartment and are confused when you notice there isn’t a single light on despite Mike having called to tell you he was home. You look around from room to room, eventually finding him sitting on the floor by his bed. You sigh, shaking your head to yourself.

“Hey Mikey,” you greet, voice barely above a whisper. You just need him to acknowledge your presence, so you don’t spook him as you approach.

He looks up, still hugging his legs to his chest. There’s just enough light coming through the window to see that his pupils are hiding most of his irises. You realize by the tension in his body that he is terrified.

You sit next to him, leaning back on the frame. He immediately lays his head on your lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. One of your hands starts gliding soothingly over his back and the other plays with his curls.

“I saw them. I tried to tell them I was sorry, but they just kept telling me that it was my fault, that I was the one who pushed for us all to be there.”

“I told you, Mikey, I’ll watch over you while you do this, but I don’t want to know what you see. I just wish you’d waited for me to get home, so you didn’t have to suffer all alone.”

Mike’s hold tightens around you as he starts to weep, mind haunted by the ghosts of his friends.

#milestone celebration #mike (hellraiser) #mike (hellraiser) fic #hellraiser: hellworld #hellraiser: hellworld fic

[inlovewithhisblueeyes]

The Caffeine Solution

I received this ask a while back but it got shoved down in my inbox. When I went to save part of my response as a draft, it disappeared and is not in my drafts. Luckily I had a screenshot saved so I still answer it.

As an agent, August sometimes had to rely on coffee to help keep him awake during long missions. Even when he began to assume his alter ego of John Lark and run the apostles, August would be coordinating with followers all over the world. He needed a little boost to get him through the late nights of editing his manifesto and making sure all of the pieces were in place for his great plan to be enacted.

The bewhiskered man was almost in disbelief when he heard your suggestion the first time. Even though the two of you were in hiding, he still liked to spend his night monitoring the dark web to make sure nothing was coming your way. However, when you repeated your suggestion of switching to tea instead so sweetly, August couldn’t help but agree. He saw the happiness light up yours as you excitedly discussed how you would be doing this together and how you’d finally get to introduce him to all your favorite blends.

Giving up coffee after 6 pm didn’t seem so bad after all. He’d do anything to keep that smile on your face.

When the retired special forces captain and you had finally decided to turn your shared breeding kink into a reality, the first thing that your doctor recommended was to curb your caffeine consumption. The dash of displeasure on your face was luckily caught your mountain of man. As he sat in the doctor's office, a plan came to his mind and Syverson was quick to enact it.

A few days later your mood still carried a tinge of sourness, but the last pieces of his plan had finally arrived. Sy drew you a bath so he would have time to set up his surprise. He had decided to join you in cutting back caffeine, ordered new matching mugs, and a range of teas with benefits such a good night's sleep and helping one's fertility. He even decided to hide the tempting coffee machine in garage for the time being.

By the time you padded downstairs and show what he had done, happy tears had sprung to the corners of your eyes.

"Oh Sy. You shouldn't have," you whispered hugging your man tightly.

"It's only fair, sugar butt. I love you," he murmured against your hair, "You know I'd do anything to see you smile."

The mugs he bought

Walter had only been able to get a few hours of sleep before he needed to head back to the station. He blearily made his way to the kitchen to start the coffee pot. You had come to join him while he tried to banish the final dregs of sleep from his body. The detective had a long night ahead of him and he would need all the caffeine he could.

You were gently rubbing his back while he sat at the counter and sipped his coffee. You were speaking but the words weren't fully processing in his brain just yet. When the words no coffee passed your lips, Walter was shaken from his sleepy haze.

He only gave one word as his answer and that was gruff "No". He glanced at the oven clock, quickly polished off his mug, before puttering over to the sink to wash his dirty mug. The grumpy bear of man gave you a quick kiss on the forehead as he wished you goodbye.

It wasn't until 3 am when he was making his fourth cup of coffee that he realized you had not sent your usual goodnight text. Normally you would text him what you had for dinner or told him about the show you were watching, but instead, he had just received a single word: goodnight. Walter had messed up when you were only trying to help him.

By the time you woke up the next morning and made your way to the kitchen, you found your bear sitting with a gift basket of teas from your favorite shop next to him.

"I'm sorry my love. You are right about my needing to cut back on coffee. I'd happily drink all the tea you want," He acquiesced and the smile that lit up your face was one he never wanted to go without again.

Mike had holed himself up in the bedroom ever since he got home from class earlier today. He had finally been able to snag a copy of Warcraft III: Reign of Chaos and since he was off work and had no impending assignments due had decided to spend his weekend playing to his heart's content. Mike had stocked up on his favorite junk foods and all the Monster he could ever drink.

He was so invested in the game and hyped on caffeine that he hadn't noticed that the sun had gone down and his girlfriend had come home. Two hands had settled on his shoulders and it surprised him to the point he had almost fallen out of his chair.

You had laughed at his reaction before seeing how the small trash under the computer desk was filled with empty cans.

"Baby, you're not going to be able to sleep at all if you keep drinking these," You cooed as you carded your hands through his hair.

"But my game--"

"I know you're excited but how about you drink some water, we can get some real food, and maybe I'll do that thing you like if you're good."

His jaw dropped as he glanced back and forth between you and the monitor. Mike quickly saved his game before swooping you over his shoulder and carrying you out the door. You giggled at his antics but were glad that maybe you could convince him to cut down on his caffeine usage after all.

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[mrsarnasdelicious]

Candy Boy [I]

Just a Mike Kink fic, a lot of porn without plot

Set one year before the Hellworld Film.

You grew up with Mike as your best friend. And after five years of not having seen him, hormones change EVERYTHING. As so kinks. This is entirely self indulgent, just a lot of Mike and kinky sex.

Very fem!dom, mostly soft Fem!Dom

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Ch 1 - Reconnection

In this chapter: You meet Mike after five years apart and he’s grown the hell up. Tension starts running high already.

Not smut yet, though.

You have only just moved back to the neighbourhood you grew up in. The house you live in now is larger than the house you grew up in, though. Your younger brothers, very rambunctious twin boys, need a lot of room.

The twins are 10, you are 20. You live with your father and stepmom and think it is kinda time to move out. But you are still going to college and your pa and stepmom are very supportive of you staying put for as long as you need.

You walk through the neighbourhood, your Australian Shepherd - Kelpie mix Athena pulling at her leash. “Tina, stop that.” You tell the dog. Athena barks and keeps yanking the leash. So hard that it slips through your hands. “Ouch, fuck.” You grunt and dash after the young dog. “Tina! Come back!” You shout. Athena dashes through the street, to the skatepark. You run after the dog, narrowly avoiding a car and a biker. 

One of the boys at the skatepark makes a grab for Tina and picks her up. The dog wriggles in his arms and licks his face.

You approach him, panting loudly. “Th-thanks.” You gasp. You press your hand over the stinging in your side. “You are very welcome.” He replies. Upon closer inspection he is not really a boy, but also not quite a man. He is quite tall and wide in the chest and shoulders. And his smirk is absolutely stunning. You look him in the eyes, eyes of ocean blue. 

And then your heart stops. In the top of his left eye is a brown fleck. There is only one guy that has this, that you know. “M-mike?” You ask. The smirk on his lips breaks and shows his stunning canines. “Y/N?” He asks. “Oh my gosh…” You gasp.

You and Mike have been friends for as long as you can remember. He is one year younger than you and has always looked to you for guidance. He sort of idolised you when you were young. You moved away when your parents divorced. You were 13, Mike only just 12. And now, now Mike towers over you. His hair has grown into unruley ringlets and he’s had his teeth straightened. But his eyes are still the same.

“Y/N, let me look at you.” Mike grasps you by the shoulder, gently. He seems to know his strength. He gives you a slow up and down. “Fucking hell, you grew up.” He says. You gingerly take your dog from his arm. “Look who is talking. Last time I saw, I was taller.” You say. You loop the leash around your wrist and let Athena jump to the ground. “Maybe you just shrunk.” Mike says mischievously. You roll your eyes.    

“Still so very funny.” You say. “Oh come on, don’t be so sour. Or are those your big girl pants?” Mike smirks at you and wriggles his eyebrow. “Shut up you.” You say, the way you used to say to him. Mike laughs happily. 

Nothing has changed. 

“Hey Mike, who is this?” A boy on a BMX bike stops beside Mike. Mike looks from him to you. “This is Y/N. We grew up together.” He replies. “Nice to meet you, Y/N, I am Derrick.” The boy extends his hand to you. You shake it with a small smile. “Nice to meet you too Derrick. You are a friend of Mike’s?” You ask. Derrick nods in return. Athena starts to draw at her leash. It is time to go. “I am going to bring Tina home.” You says. “Alright see you around, I hope.” Mike replies, rubbing his neck. “Yeah, I am sure.” You smile. You know Mike, he can’t stay away.

The bell rings, three hours later. 

“Y/N!” Your dad yells. Athena starts barking. You throw your book down and groan. Who could that be? “Yeah I’m coming!” You shout, getting up from your couch. “Oh I am sure you will!” It is Mike who replies. You erupt from your room, to look down on Mike. There he stands. Athena is jumping up at him and barking. “Tina, bugger off.” You yell. The dog whines, but goes back to her pillow. “And you, take off your shoes and get up here.” You tell Mike. Mike grins up at you. 

He kicks off his shoes and climbs the stairs. “How did you find me?” You ask, waiting for him at the top. “Your dad still drives the same fucked up old car.” Mike replies. “That is a very pricey car, Mike.” You argue. “Still the same one, though, I knew it right away.” Mike looks down on you. 

You feel a sudden flutter in the pit of your stomach. You can’t address why. Maybe it is the way Mike looks at you, maybe it is his smirk or maybe the way he smells. Mike used to smell like every kid smells, of their parents’ house. But no longer. Mike smells captivating. He smells of a warm bed, spearmint and smokey cinnamon. Your heart skips several beats.

“Come on you.” You say. You turn on your heel and walk back into your bedroom. “Damn.” Mike whispers. You roll your eyes. “You have a fucking fine ass.” Mike never were one to mince words. 

You turn around to him. “Great ass and great rack. Damn, you grew up.” Mike smirks widely. You shake your head. “So your balls dropped and suddenly you only think with your cock?” You ask. Mike chuckles. “Can you blame me, looking like that.” He purrs. You tisk. “That won’t do.” You say.

Mike tilts his head. “What do you mean?” He closes the door of your bedroom behind himself. “Just because I look good, suddenly you are coming onto me?” You retrott. “No, I am coming onto you cuz I grew a pair.” Mike says. 

That shocks you a little. 

“What do you mean?” You ask, sitting down on your couch. Mike flops down beside you, very close beside you. He places his hand on your thigh. “You never knew, did you?” He asks. There is a warm, smooth quality in his voice that was not there before. Gooseflesh pimples your spine at the tone of it. You glance up at him and find he has been looking at your mouth. “Knew what, Mikey?” You ask. You use the nickname you have always used for him. Mike’s ears turn red as strawberries. 

“I … I have .. I was. No, I have always been in love with you.” Mike says, in a clear tone of voice. 

You gape at him. You never knew he felt that strongly. “I just … I thought.. I thought you just looked up to me because I am older.” You say. Mike shakes his head. “I wanted to marry you when I was a kid. And by the time you moved away, I loathed that I never got to kiss you. All these years, I dreamed about you coming back.” Mike tells you. “And here I am.” You say. “And here you are.” Mike agrees. He squeezes your thigh. “You’re back and finally told you how I feel.” He murmurs. “And now what?” You ask. “Well in my fantasies we usually kiss after I confess and then you take your clothes off. But your dad is not usually home in them so…” Mike shrugs. “You fantasize about me?” You frown at him. “Yeah totally. I gotta admit that I didn’t imagine you to have grown up this hot. You were a bit more girl next door-ish in my head.” Mike replies. You chuckle softly. “You are silly Mikey. But you grew up way hotter than I expected, too.” You boop his nose. “You thought of me?” Mike asks. “Yes of course, you were my best friend and I never met someone so loyal. The girls at school … They always sort of drifted away from me. You would have … You would never have drifted away if I hadn’t moved.” You place your hand over Mike’s. 

Mike sends you a smile that makes your heart melt. 

“Of course I wouldn’t have left you. I’d follow you to ends of the fucking earth.” He says. “I am still in love with you.” He whispers. You cup his cheek with one hand. “I think this is the part where you kiss me, right?” You cooe. Mike swallows thickly. “You ought to close your eyes, though.” He whispers.

You close your eyes. Mike wastes no time after that. His lips press down on yours, firmly. Gently you rub his cheeks. Mike’s hands find your hips. 

He pulls you into his lap. 

You nest comfortably on his muscular thighs. Mike tightens his grip on your hips a little. The kiss deepens slightly as you lean your body closer against his. Mike moans against your lips. You take the opportunity to playfully lick your tongue into his mouth. Mike moans again. 

You are so occupied with kissing Mike that you don’t hear footsteps on the stairs. 

“Did I see that right, is that Mike?” The door of your room swings open. With a yelp you jump up from Mike’s lap. “Dad! Haven’t you heard of knocking!” You yell. Mike has no idea where to look. You can only hope your dad did not see you take a good taste of Mike’s face. “I am so sorry, Princess. I just wanted to know how Mike is doing.” Your dad says jovially. “I .. I am fine, sir.” Mike says sheepishly. “Why don’t you come down so we can catch up a little.” Your dad suggests.

Reluctant Mike and you follow your dad downstairs. 

Mike sits down at the kitchen table and chats with your dad. You plop down on the floor to play with Athena. Mike can’t keep his eyes off of you. Your father does not seem to notice, though.

“How about you stay over for dinner?” Your dad suggests. “I would love that.” Mike grins. 

So Mike stays for dinner.

Your stepmom wants to hear all about the childhood you shared with Mike. And of course Mike takes the stage. He regales events you had already almost forgotten. You smile and the memories come back to your mind.

You remember a lot of things. Mike falling into the pond, because you said you wanted a duckling. Cheering Mike on at his soccer matches. Sleeping over at each other’s place more often than not, cuddled close together. Mike not thinking twice about running to the store to buy you menstrual pads.

In hindsight, you should have known Mike was in love with you. They way he looked at you. How he always wanted to hold your hand. The way he smiled at you. And how you always slept in the same bed.

After dinner, you drag Mike back to your bedroom. Mike is of course not protesting. Every moment to be close to you is a moment he yearns for.

“So, are we going to fuck now?” Mike smirks at you. “Pft, how easy do you think I am?” You hiss. “Well, you sure as hell kissed me.” Mike says. “Give an inch and he takes the mile.” You shake your head. 

Mike flops down on your sofa. “Come on, at least come kiss me again.” He pouts at you. He sends you those big ocean blue puppy eyes. Puppy eyes you don’t remember Mike having. Puppy eyes you cannot resist. 

You straddle Mike’s groin. His hands grab at your upper legs. “Taken the best seat, I see.” He murmurs. “That remains to be seen.” You cooe.

Slowly you lock lips with Mike again. Mike moans softly and tangles his fingers into your hair. He flicks his tongue at your lips. You deny him access, though. There is a small frustrated noise from Mike, half stuck in his throat. A delicious sound. Mike nips on your lower lip. He does not want to be denied. You whimper, but do not let him in. Mike makes the frustrated noise again. You give a little moan in response, just to rile him up some more. You are having quite some fun.

You feel that Mike is starting to sport quite the erection. So you scoot forward a little, to avoid putting unnecessary pressure on Mike’s cock. Mike groans in frustration. You slowly break the kiss. “What is the matter Mikey?” You cooe. “You’re being coy, on purpose.” He says. “Of course I am doing it on purpose.” You purr. “You didn’t think that I would fuck the moment I got you back in my life, now did you, you little fool.” You hiss playfully. Mike has the decency to fluster. You press a single deep kiss to his lips and then get up. You sit down on the floor by the sofa. “You’ll get your chance Mikey, just not right away.” You tell him. “But I waited so long.” Mike protests. “Another couple o’ weeks won’t hurt you.” You reply. “You’re mean.” Mike says. He turns onto his side. He rakes his fingers through your hair. “I know.” You lean back against the sofa. You stay silent after that and so does Mike.

Mike wriggles his face closer to yours. You don’t pay him too much mind. 

That is, until you fear Mike’s teeth on the shell of your ear. You can’t help the moan that issues from your lips. “Oh damn.” Mike whispers. “You like that, do you not?” He teases. You feel fluster dusts your cheeks. “Don’t be such a tease Mike.” You hiss. “I could tell you the same, Y/N.” Mike smirks. He bites your ear again. Another moan slips from your mouth.

Mike sits upright. He places his palm on your head and ruffles your hair. “So you are a good girl, huh?” He purrs. You look up at him. “Oh Mikey, you have no idea.” You smirk. Mike licks his lips. “Show me.” He says. You get up and go over to your bed. Mike’s eyes widen. He stands up. “No, stay there.” You say strictly. You kneel by your bed and reach for your tox box. It is a wooden treasure chest, filled with goodies. You retrieve it to Mike. Mike flops down on the sofa and you sit down next to him. You put the chest on his lap. “Check this out.” You purr. Mike is all too eager to open the chest. His eyes widen at the collection of toys and bondage gear you own. “Damn you are super freak.” He says. He turns his eyes to you and licks his lips. 

You cuddle yourself against him. “I am sure you’d like to try some out.” You cooe. Mike puts his arm around you. “And I am sure that can be arranged.” He smirks down on you. “If you are a good boy, you just might be allowed to play.” You whisper. Mike’s pupils dilate. “Do you like that Mikey?” You cup his cheek. “Do you like it when I call you a good boy?” You purr. Mike’s cheeks darken with fluster. “I .. I’d like it better to call you a good girl.” He mumbles. But you hear in the tone of his voice that is not the truth of it. You stretch up to kiss his, but it is a bare ghosting of your lips against his.

“You should go home now Mikey.” You close the chest. “I got classes tomorrow and I am sure you have stuff to do as well.” You stand and put the chest back under your bed. Mike huffs and attempts to win you back over with his doe eyes. But you shake your head. “This weekend, alright?” You cooe. “This weekend I will be home alone. Dad, my stepmom and the boys will be visiting with family.” You tell him. Mike seems to suck on his teeth for a moment. “Okay, cool.” He gets up. “Call me as soon as they are out of the door. Landline is still the same number.” He says. You nod.  

You lead him down the stairs. “I’ll call you, right away.” You cooe. You draw him down for a last kiss. Mike crushes you against his body and kisses back with all his might. He whines when you break away

You see him out, wanting to shout to him to get back in, but you don’t give in to that impulse.

#Mike (hellraiser: hellworld) #Mike x Reader #Hellraiser: Hellworld #fem!dom fic #kink fic

[squilf]

okay I know tumblr knows about hellraiser: hellworld because of young henry cavill thirst™️ but can we discuss lance henriksen as the host???

#i very predictably was watching this like hmm the girl trapped in the house #i could write fic about this #hellraiser hellworld #lance henriksen

[angryschnauzer]

Old Friends New Memories

Summary: A chance meeting means you run into a very old friend and reconnect, but with you both having considerable emotional baggage, can you re-ignite what you had left burning all those years ago. A last minute Christmas Eve fic based on this post

Fandom: Henry Cavill, Hellraiser Hellworld

Pairing: Mike (Hellraiser) x Female Reader

Word count: 2565

Warnings: Angst, NSFW, 18+, Happy Ending. Talk of past abuse, gaslighting, male domestic violence survivor, gaslighting, drugs, drug addiction, rehab and therapy, impotence, therapy, mild references to assault, rebuilding relationships, mild sexual acts, nudity, oral sex (female recieving)

A/N: This is very much a ‘fix it’ fic to bring Mike’s character on from Hellraiser events, explaining that what happened in the movie was in fact a very bad drug fuelled trip. And somehow i am also writing angst again. But it has a happy ending. 

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You had  run into the local school to collect your nephew up from soccer practice as your Sister was stuck at work. He came out of practice super excited by the new coach ‘Michael’, chatting all the way back home about how awesome he was. It was only when you were dropping your nephew off did he realise he’d left his backpack there. You offered to drive back and grab it as your sister had arrived home with takeout for their dinner.

The soccer pitch was empty when you got there but the gate still unlocked, so you started to search the bleachers for the bag before someone called out;

"Ma'am? Can i help you?"

Not looking up you answered;

"My nephew left his backpack…"

You stood and turned, the air being sucked from your lungs as a sudden blast from the past stood in front of you;

"Mikey…"

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck;

"Yeah, its been a while…"

"Yeah…"

"The last time i saw you..." he trailed off

"Yup. Same bleachers, only then we were under them…"

He visibly blushed as the memory of that night came back;

"I should really take you out to dinner... to apologise…"

Laughing you nodded;

"That'd be nice. Though you'll let me finish before you do this time, yeah?"

Mikey grinned;

"I can assure you the 19 year old Mikey S i was is a million miles away from 30 year old Michael Syverson i am now"

“I’m glad to hear that”

“So, tomorrow night?”

“Sounds good”

You both faltered for a moment, bodies jerking slightly before you laughed and hugged. Enveloped in his arms you were surprised by a number of things; how familiar it seemed and yet how different. Mikey had always given the best hugs, probably due to how freaking long his arms were, but before it was like getting a hug from a barely padded fence post. Now however he was solid and huge. Your arms no longer fitted around his torso, there was a deep valley in the centre of his chest that you could rest your head in, he had filled out and you felt completely surrounded by his presence. 

Reluctantly you eventually pulled apart, Mikey pulling his phone from his pocket;

“So, can i get your number?”

-

Mikey had invited you out for dinner the following night, Christmas Eve, and had picked you up at 7pm. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, perhaps a dive bar or a greasy diner, but he’d pulled his Toyota into the parking lot of a small family run Italian restaurant, one you’d been meaning to try but had never gotten around to. It turned out the meal had been fantastic, the dishes you’d picked laced with garlic and lemon, flavours hitting your taste buds like tiny fireworks. You’d chatted about old times, he’d been attentive and asked what you’d been up to since the end of high school which you happily filled him in on; college and onto animal care, working with kennels and pet parlours before last year you’d moved back to town to open your own pet salon. 

When Mikey wasn’t asking you questions you found yourself getting distracted as you couldn’t help but to simply stare at him. He’d blossomed into a truly handsome man, gone was the boisterous teenager, instead what you found was a quiet and contemplative adult who considered his words. The same crooked smile was there, as was the expressive eyebrows, but there was something dulling the spark, you didn’t want to pry, but you hoped whatever it was was only temporary.

But throughout the whole meal the atmosphere was relaxed and friendly, a comfortable aura between the two of you. When the check came you split it, there was no discussion or argument, and the drive back to your place was fun as you sang along to the radio playing Christmas songs. As he pulled onto your driveway you smiled and turned to him;

“Would you like to come in for a coffee?”

“A co…coffee?”

You took a deep breath;

“Whatever happens happens, i’m as nervous as you are, but i’d also really like to continue the evening with you. Plus you can meet Pandora and Doof”

“Pandora and Doof?”

“My cat and dog”

Laughing Mikey turned the key and killed the engine;

“Yes, i definitely want to meet Pandora and Doof”

Once you stepped in the door Pandora did what she did best, a quiet ‘miaow’ from the darkness, just her eyes visible in the low light;

“Oh you have a void!” Mikey laughed softly, before patting his thigh and your big black cat strolled from the living room into the hallway. Before you could say anything else a low growl came from the kitchen, and you turned and called out;

“Doof, its ok. He’s a friend”

You turned and grabbed a dog biscuit from the jar on top of the hallway shelves and handed it to Mikey;

“Give him a moment, he’s protective of me around men”

You slipped into the kitchen and turned the light on, and Mikey could hear you talking to your dog;

“Doof, you be nice to Mikey, he’s a good friend. Good. Nice person. All good. OK?”

“Woof”

A moment later you appeared in the doorway, holding the black labrador’s collar as you slowly walked along the hallway to where Mikey was still standing, before he crouched down and patted his leg;

“S’ok boy, i’m good”

Doof started to wag his tail as he approached, before he sat in front of Mikey and let out a quiet ‘woof’, to which Mikey handed him the dog biscuit;

“Can i pat your head Doof?”

“Rowwwwwww”

You watched as they bonded a little, before Doof sat on his foot and you smiled;

“Hey, i need to let Doof run around in the garden and do his business, did you want to have hot cocoa on the back porch?”

“Yeah sure, that’d be nice”

Ten minutes later you were both sat on chairs, watching as Doof did zoomies in the grass before randomly stopping to investigate scents. Sipping on the minty hot cocoa Mikey finally spoke;

“I got a question… well, a coupla’ questions…”

“Sure”

“You said we were both nervous. What are you nervous about, and how could you tell i was nervous?”

You took a deep breath;

“Full honesty, right? We’ve known each other too long for any lies or hiding things, right?”

“Right”

“What i’m nervous about is getting my heart broken again. And i don’t just mean that when i left for college and we parted ways, that hurt… god that hurt like hell, but i’ve had my heart broken time and time again since then. I’m nervous you haven’t changed, even though it seems like you have. I would rather reignite an old friendship than have a night together for the sake of old lovers” you paused; “Was that too honest?”

Mikey shook his head, staring down at his mug;

“No, its refreshing to hear…”

“And i can tell you’re nervous, you have the same tick you had when we were in grade school, you rub your thumb of your right hand on the back of your left hand. So…”

Mikey was silent, looking out into the darkness of the fields behind your property;

“I’m nervous… because i’m scared to try dating again”

“With me?”

“In general”

“What happened Mikey?”

He turned to look at you properly;

“Can you call me Mike?”

“Of course”

He took a deep breath;

“I’m divorced”

“Oh, i didn’t even know you’d married”

“It left me with some issues. Financial. Emotional. Physical and mental” he let out a low single laugh; “This is the first date i’ve been on in 5 years…”

“No way…”

“I just found it easier to not date. Too much to try and hide” he looked at you; “But with you… i feel i can be open and you won’t judge me”

“Of course i won’t” Just then Doof padded softly onto the porch, climbing onto your lap before settling his large body over your legs and his chin on the arm rest.

“She fucked me up. We met when i was 20, i was big into the party scene, bouncing from dead end job to dead end job, literally just partying away each weeks wage on drink and drugs. We ended up in Atlantic City and when we sobered up i found out we’d gotten married. After that she changed. I was young, she was older. The gaslighting started at that point, now i can see it for what it was, but then i thought it was simply the affect of the drugs. And when we were both high she got addicted to…” he trailed off, leaning back and pulling his shirt up. You could see the silvery scars across his torso; cigarette burns. 

You sucked in a sharp breath, but stayed quiet, giving Mike the time he needed;

“The final straw was when she got her hands on a cocktail of drugs. I have no idea what was in it, LSD, Ketamine, Coke, jesus christ it was awful. She thought she’d killed me, so instead of calling the cops she buried me in a wooden box. I woke up24 hours later and had to claw myself out. Thankfully she was lazy, or high, and hadn’t covered the box with dirt. The EMT’s said that was what probably saved my life so i didn’t suffocate”

You stayed silent, tears welling and threatening to spill, before Doof quietly moved and got off your lap, crossing the distance between you and Mike and climbed onto his lap, settling his snout on his shoulder against his neck. There was a moment of quiet and calm as Mike closed his eyes and rubbed your dog’s back;

“Thanks Buddy” he cleared his throat; “So anyway… at that point i stepped away. My time in hospital helped me start to get clean. Through the rehab i found some free legal aid and after i managed to get a job the next step was a divorce. I moved back home and tried to get my life restarted. My Mom helped me go to community college, i flunked most of high school so i managed to get my diploma and then found i really enjoyed sports studies. That led to a job coaching soccer, to the point i now have a job at the high school. Assistant coach and i run private sports lessons like your nephew attends”

“Mike, i don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry you had to go through all that, but i’m glad you have found a path to carve out a way for yourself”

“Yeah, but it’s lonely. Anyone with any sense left town and got away to college, few ever returned. Those without any sense are now in jail or dead”

“And dating hasn’t…”

“That’s the emotional and mental part. Its hard to hold down a relationship when you can’t… ya’know… stay hard…”

You watched as he rubbed Doof’s ears, giving him time as you stayed silent.

“And yeah i went to therapy, i went to a doctor. My girlfriend at the time was understanding. But she was also desperate to be a Mom, and it wasn’t something i could do. The doctors confirm there’s nothing wrong with me physically, fuck, i can get hard by myself and wack one out, but the moment… well therapy helped but it didn’t help”

You both sat there in silence, before you finally cleared your throat;

“Stay the night”

Mike’s eyes snapped up to you;

“You heard what i just said, right?”

“Yes. And i’m not saying ‘fuck me’, i’m not saying ‘i can cure you with my magic pussy’. Just stay the night. I’ve missed you, more than you can imagine. Going off to college seemed like the greatest idea, but my dating life has been a disaster”

“It can’t be worse than mine…”

You smiled softly;

“This isn’t about who’s was worse, but there’s a reason why Doof doesn’t trust men in my house. I had to make a choice, and I chose Doof and moved back home. My wounds didn’t leave scars, but that doesn’t mean i don’t remember them. I started afresh”

Mike let out a slow breath;

“Sure, i’d love to stay” he looked out to the back yard and smiled; “Plus its started to snow. My Toyota will never get home in this”

Standing you held out your hand as you patted Doof’s behind;

“C’mon Doof, bedtime” the dog lazily stretched and slid off Mike’s lap, before you took Mike’s hand and pulled him up; “Bedtime for you too”

“Why do you call him Doof?”

At that moment the dog turned to look back just as he got to the screen door, walking straight into it;

“Because he’s a giant doofus”

-

As the daylight streamed into the room you opened one eye and was greeted by a pair of dark eyes and a wet nose;

“Hey Doof”

“Woof”

“Okay, lets let you out to go potty”

A groan sounded behind you;

“Nooooo”

Laughing you turned, and couldn’t help but to take in how gorgeous Mike was as he lay next to you, his hair messy and his stubble longer, but those bright blue eyes as welcoming as ever;

“Ok we need to teach Doof to unlock doors so he can take himself out for potty”

You laughed and playfully patted Mike’s side;

“Don’t worry, you need to get up too… we both have a garlic issue. There’s a spare toothbrush in the cabinet”

-

As you watched Doof scoot around in the snow you waited for the coffee machine to warm up, slowly letting the dark liquid drip through. A thick pair of arms circled your waist and a bristly kiss was pressed to your cheek;

“Has he peed yet?”

“Not yet. I’ll hook the screen door open and unlock the doggy door, he can let himself back in”

“Good”

Turning in Mike’s arms you pressed a soft kiss to his lips which he repeated seconds later, then again, before eventually you both deepened your connection as lips parted and his tongue danced delicately over your own. When the need for oxygen finally took over and you parted, he hooked his finger into the vneck of your tshirt, not so subtly peering in;

“C’mon, i may not be able to do stuff, but i can do other stuff, and i wanna see how those titties have grown”

“Oh…”

“And ya’know, taste that pussy”

As the pair of you made your way back to your bedroom you grinned;

“Oh that’s a thing now? I recall you not wanting to do that last time…”

“Yeah, i was the Doofus then”

On cue Mike turned and walked straight into the doorframe, thankfully not hard but enough to make him bounce off of it;

“Yeah, completely different now” you teased

With a grin he grabbed you and walked you backwards to the bed, pulling your t-shirt off and grinning when he saw your breasts;

“Perfect, excellent shape. 10 out of 10”

He slowly got to his knees as he pulled your panties down, never breaking eye contact before he pushed you back and set you softly on the bed;

“Now, let me give you a Christmas present”

#henry cavill #mike hellraiser x reader #mikey x reader #henry cavill angst #henry cavill smut

[princess-of-riviaa]

Hold Me Down

Kinktober Day 7 Prompt: Toys

Pairing: Mike Soprano (original last name, though I don’t own or take credit for the character) (Hellraiser: Hellworld) x Female Reader (mentions of reader being short but no other description)

Summary: He was a partier. You were a stereotypical nerd. Nothing should have made you cross paths, but the universe had other plans.

Author’s Note: As promised in this post, I am writing all the kinktober prompts that I didn't have time to finish for October. Also, this fic title is pulled from the song "Hold Me Down" by Halsey, which I definitely think fits this short story.

Warning(s): toys, some dirty talk, virgin reader, making out, biting, Mike is kind of an asshole

Word Count: 2089

You thought you had been smart about that hiding spot. Annalisa—the roommate you’ve had for three semesters now—never went anywhere near it, oblivious to the fact that you owned such a thing. But you should have known. Should have been prepared. Because if anyone would find it, it would obviously be Mike Fucking Soprano.

The two of you had been studying for the upcoming organic chemistry test. Mike—the infamous partier around campus—had come to you—the infamous class nerd—for study help. He was hanging on by a thread. One more failed test and he would fail this ridiculously hard class. Tonight was your third session. Annalisa had gone out to spend the evening with her boyfriend on the other side of campus, so the two of you were alone in your dorm. You sat at your desk, too busy making calculations in your head to notice what Mike was doing. He had decided the perfect study place was your bed, which—fine. You didn’t want to waste time arguing over where he sat.

“Holy shit!” Mike started laughing from the other side of the room.

You didn’t bother to look up. He was no doubt scrolling through social media or hitting up his friends. He had done that halfway through the first two sessions. “You’re never going to learn anything if you don’t stop texting—”

A flick switched on, and then the sound of buzzing filled the room.

You froze. You knew that sound by heart. It set off an automatic reaction in your body. Classical conditioning, as Pavlov would have called it. Your mind associated that sound with pleasure, so you weren’t exactly surprised that your body instantly warmed, your heart beating faster. But you were definitely embarrassed.

You glanced over at Mike. He held the wand in his hands, but his eyes were on you, giving you an accusatory look. You swallowed. He could no doubt see how flushed you were.

How the hell had he found it? Had he been searching in the space between your bed and the wall, intent on finding something?

“Our little shortcake is dirtier than she lets on.” The smirk on his face made your heart beat even faster. Nothing good could come from him looking at you like that. Like he had just caught you red-handed.

Shortcake. That was his nickname for you. He had called you that once when he had bumped into you in the hall. Sorry, shortcake, didn’t see you there. When he realized how much you hated it, he continued to use the stupid little nickname. Jerk.

You forced yourself to rise to your feet, to swallow, to find your voice. Anything to make it look like you were innocent. “That’s—Annalisa’s.”

Mike snorted. “No, it’s not. She keeps her stash at her boyfriend’s.”

You frowned. “And how do you know that, exactly?”

“Because we’ve used it on—” He paused as he realized that he shouldn’t finish that sentence.

It took you a second to connect the dots. “You… you used it on her?”

He gave you a guilty smile.

“You both used it on her?” you gaped.

“Yup,” he confessed with such casualty that you knew he wasn’t even ashamed.

You’ve only ever read about those in your romance books. You had no idea Annalisa had—

No. It didn’t matter. It was the twenty-first century. Women were allowed to have sex lives and not be judged for it. So you weren’t about to judge her.

Mike switched the vibrator to a higher setting. Your thighs automatically squeezed together. That familiar heat burst to life in your core.

Mike rose to his feet and stalked towards you. It was impossible to hold his gaze. Not just because he held one of your toys in his hands, but because…

Because you had a crush on him. You had never said it out loud, but there was no doubt about it. Part of the reason you sat in the front of your chemistry class was so you couldn’t be distracted by him. You avoided the quad before lunch because the sight of him throwing a football around with his friends—seeing those muscles flex beneath that shirt and the way he ran his fingers through his hair when his curls fell in front of his eyes—made your appetite disappear. You had such a humiliating crush that it made you sick.

Mike stopped a foot away from you. He switched the toy off and you heaved a sigh of relief. Having someone find your toy was one thing, but having it be Mike Fucking Soprano—

“Don’t be embarrassed.” There was amusement in his tone. He was enjoying this. “It’s kind of sexy, knowing you use this to get off.”

You swallowed. Your vision grew a little blurry as you stared at your sock-covered feet. You felt dumb when you realized that you were wearing socks with strawberries on them. Great. Now he would never stop. Strawberry Shortcake would be so much worse than just Shortcake.

But you couldn’t think on it for long because the next second he had his thumb under your chin. He tilted your head back to look him in the eyes—damn, he was so tall he towered over you and it did things to your insides that you couldn’t explain—and you finally noticed that brown spot in his left eye. You couldn’t stop staring at it. God, it was beautiful.

“Do you like using this?” he asked you in a voice that made you want to whimper. He motioned to the wand, but you knew exactly what he was talking about. “Or do you prefer being fucked?”

You’d never heard such crass language. Your face burned as you turned away from him, hoping he didn’t see the answer in your eyes.

Mike was slow when it came to academics. But apparently, he saved all that room in his brain for other… recreational activities, because it took him less than a minute to put it together. “You’re a virgin.”

God, this was so humiliating. You were twenty-one years old and still hadn’t had sex yet. Normally you didn’t care, but standing here, hearing Mike—the guy you couldn’t speak properly around—say it… yeah, humiliating was the only word for it.

“Aww, shortcake,” he cooed when he saw you curl in on yourself. “Don’t be embarrassed.”

He closed the distance between you again and put your hand on your back—

Fuck, that felt good. Why did it feel so good?

His fingers trailed down your back until they wrapped around your hip and spun you towards him. “You know, you could always change that.”

You blinked at him. Was he just casually suggesting that you go out and ask for the nearest guy to take your virginity?

“Y-you…” You couldn’t even remember how to speak. That idea was completely ludicrous, did he not realize that?

He raised an eyebrow. “Me?” He paused and then, “Yeah, why not? I’m free Sunday night.”

Your jaw dropped. “How could you—what are you—I don’t—”

He brushed a hand across your cheek. “Don’t worry about it. If you help me pass next week’s exam, I’ll consider us even.”

You’ll be even? Like he was providing you a service?

“Maybe I want to stay a virgin!” you protested.

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he let his gaze fall to your mouth. You swallowed. Could he hear how loud your heart was pounding? If he kept looking at you like that, you had no doubt that it would burst out of your chest, it was beating so quickly. And when he brought his thumb to your mouth, brushing it across your bottom lip, your knees began to shake. Your entire body burned. Mike Soprano was touching you like this. It had to be a dream. He parted your lips with his thumb and then pushed it inside your mouth until it rested on your tongue.

“Suck it,” he ordered, his voice suddenly low and dark.

You listened. It didn’t make sense to you, why he would want his finger in your mouth, but you did it anyways. Your lips wrapped tighter around his thumb, and you swirled your tongue around the skin on the tip of his finger.

“Fuck,” he sighed before biting on his lower lip.

You’d suck on his fingers forever if it meant him looking at you like that. That look in his eyes urged you on. You sucked on his digit with more fervor, feeling like a child licking an ice cream cone in the middle of summer. He caught you looking at him, scanning his face for any sign of approval, and he released a sound that resembled a growl and—fuck, your panties were completely soaked by now.

“God, baby, you look so pretty with my finger in your mouth,” he breathed.

You couldn’t fight back the whimper that escaped you.

Within the span of second he pulled his finger out of your mouth only to replace it with a brush of his own lips. You whimpered as his mouth collided with yours, quickly going from gentle to rough and urgent and completely demanding. His hands moved to your hips. You reached for him, desperate to touch him everywhere at once. You never thought you’d be able to do this with him. It was euphoric. Surreal. It left you breathless and burning. You wanted all of him at once. His tongue pushed past your lips and collided with your own. Oh, god. The taste of him—it was a drug that you instantly knew you’d be desperate to get more of.

You began to fall before you realized that Mike was stepping back and pulling you along with him. Then came a thud, and suddenly you were on the bed. He hovered over you. Your heart was in your throat, and you couldn’t speak or think or breathe. All that existed was this perfect man hovering over you, looking at you like he wanted to devour you. The scent of mint and cedar—his scent—wrapped around you, hypnotizing you even further.

He tried to spread your legs. You let him. You’ve never been touched, not by someone else, but with Mike… you wanted to give him everything. He moved between your legs and pressed his hips against your own. You moved towards him, but he didn’t kiss you. Instead, he brought his attention to your throat. He licked a sensitive spot below your ear and you moaned—

And then he bit you and it—you—words left you.

Your legs clenched tightly around his as you wrapped yourself around him like a vine. He ground his hips against yours. You whimpered, his name falling from your lips, as you felt his erection press against your core. All you could think of was how it would feel when he first entered you. Would it hurt? Would it feel good?

“God, I wanna be inside of you,” he breathed against your skin. He began to suck on the spot he had just bit. It stung as he put pressure on that sensitive spot, but after a moment or two the pain became pleasurable.

You whimpered again. The air had grown hot and thick with your desire, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Your chemistry homework was long forgotten. This was the only thing you wanted to do for the rest of the night.

“Tell me you want this, baby. Do you wanna be with me?”

You nodded because you couldn’t exactly remember what words were. He pulled back and looked you in the eyes, checking to make sure you had no doubts. And then he kissed your cheek and rose to his feet. He gathered his notebook and textbook and threw them into his bag.

What the hell had just happened?

“What… what just…” You still struggled to form coherent thoughts.

He didn’t bother to turn to face you as he explained, “You said you wanted to stay a virgin, so I had to prove you wrong.”

What.

The.

Fuck.

Mike zipped his backpack closed, slung it over one shoulder, and finally turned to you. “I’ll be back on Sunday night. We cram for the test and bit, and then I’ll give you a few lessons of my own.” He pointed at your neck. “That should be healed up by then. If you’re good for me, I’ll give you another one on Sunday.”

#mike (hellraiser) x reader #mikey hellraiser #mikey x reader #hellraiser: hellworld #mike hellraiser #hellraiser mike #henry cavill smut #henry cavill #kinktober

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Make That Kitty Purr

Title: Make That Kitty Purr

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Warnings: voyeurism, cheating, unprotected p-in-v (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, breeding kink, August is an asshole, Mike deserves better (hurt/comfort with time)

A/N: This post (sort of) inspired this fic. So a special shout-out to @peyton-warren. I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING, but these are fictional characters. This story is dark, so FAIR WARNING. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. (more notes at the end of the work - I am very nervous while posting this! 🫣)

Dividers by: @saradika

Support/Reblog banner by me

Cover Art by me

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When Mike invites you up to his Uncle’s cabin for the weekend, you are beyond excited. You’ve never been away with him and this is the perfect opportunity to have a little fun away from your college roommates. You love them, but it’s so hard to get some alone time with two other girls breathing down your neck.

You pull up to the cabin on Friday afternoon and notice another car already in the driveway, a tall man dressed rather sharply grabbing a suitcase out of the trunk. As he turns around, you recognize Mikey’s Uncle August. I guess we’re not going to be alone this weekend after all.

Mikey puts the car in park and jumps out before you can even unbuckle yourself. “Uncle August, what are you doing here?”

“My schedule changed so I figured I would come and check on the cabin while you were up here,” August put down his luggage and rolls his sleeves up before running a hand over his mustache.

“Well, we were kinda thinking we would have the place to ourselves, actually,” Mike says, walking around the car after turning it off.

“We?” August’s head tilts as his eyes land on the passenger window.

You watch the exchange from the car, seeing that August has finally noticed you. Exiting the car, you close the door behind you and join Mike who puts a possessive arm around your waist.

“Uncle August, this is my girl. You remember her, right?” 

August nods and correctly remembers your name, letting it pass over his tongue slowly. While Mike is smiling down at you, August lets his eye rake over you from head to toe. If Mike had seen, he would not have been happy. But, you decide it’s best to just let it go. Just harmless fascination. Isn’t it?

“Michael, why don’t you get the bags while I take your girl inside out of the cold? You can handle that, right?” Before you know it, your hand is taken by a large paw and you are led inside the cabin. August walks close to you and you can smell his aftershave up close, the scent intoxicating.

You’re surprised when it takes Mike as long as it does to get all of the bags into the cabin. You packed pretty light, but August has him take everything to the rooms instead of leaving them by the hallway. You notice August is staying on the bottom floor of the cabin while you and Mike are staying in another room on the second floor.

While Mike is upstairs, August goes to the refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of wine. He pours two glasses and offers you the other. You don’t miss how his fingers linger on yours.

“What shall we toast to, Princess?” You don’t hide the shiver that runs down your spine at the pet name.

“Um, to…a hot tub and time away from annoyances,” You lift your glass over to connect with August’s. He holds your gaze as he takes a sip. Alright, maybe not a harmless fascination.

Mike’s voice startles you as it booms through the cabin, “Sweetcheeks, you wanna get in the hot tub now or later?” Sometimes you really wish Mike had a chill mode, but you really loved the adorable goofball.

“August, do you wanna join us?” You try and appear innocent in your offer but you also are intrigued about seeing the muscular man shirtless.

“Maybe later, I’ll get started on dinner while you two have some time alone,” August takes your wine glass and tops it off, and sends you up to find Mike. You can feel his eyes on you as you walk away, but you don’t dare look back.

As you get in the hot tub after getting changed into your bathing suit, the sun is setting over the mountains. Mike’s hands and mouth are over you in an instant, not caring what his Uncle may be seeing. He pulls you into his lap and attacks your neck. Your eyes close at the sensation and when they open, a gorgeous set of oceanic blues lock on you.

August is watching you as Mike slides a hand into your suit bottoms. You know you should tell Mike to stop but the idea of putting on a show for August is a temptation you can’t ignore. Your mouth opens in a silent scream as Mike’s fingers circle your clit before sliding into your entrance. Clutching a hand in his hair, you bite your lip as you ride Mike’s fingers.

As August watches you, he grips and strokes his cock through his pants. You reason with yourself that since you aren’t touching each other, this isn’t cheating. This is just slightly inappropriate, nothing to truly worry about.

Mike’s attention to finger-fucking you is gone as he pulls out his cock, pulling your bottoms to the side. He swiftly enters you and pulls you down onto him fully. Within seconds, you adjust to Mike’s cock and start to ride him while maintaining eye contact with August.

Mike pulls out your tits from your suit top and gives attention to your nipples. The man loves your boobies and it keeps him occupied as you continue your impromptu sex show for August. The older man unzips himself and for a moment, you think you’re going to be graced with the sight of his cock, but he only reaches in to stroke himself. Watching him watching you is enough to send you over the edge. Mike follows after you shortly, spilling inside you.

You watch as August pulls his hand out of his pants, zips himself up, and walks out of your field of vision. It doesn’t look like he came and you instantly want to help him over the edge but hold yourself together as you lift off of Mike’s sensitive cock. You move yourself to sit next to Mike and rest your head against his shoulder as you both catch your breath and readjust your clothing. A million thoughts run through your head, the most severe of which is gnawing at your soul.

You want August, and it’s obvious he wants you back. How could you want something like that? Mike isn’t perfect, but he’s yours. He adores you and you think the world of him. Yes, he can be a bit aloof, but he’s genuinely interested in your happiness. He doesn’t deserve to be fucked over by your own selfish desires.

You are broken out of your reverie minutes later as August beckons you both to come in for dinner. You both towel off and put on robes. August already has the table set with three plates and he sits at the head of the table with you and Mike sitting across from each other. 

The conversation comes easily enough, August mostly focuses on asking you about what you are studying and what your future plans are. Mike seems to be none the wiser that August is paying you so much attention as he shovels pasta in his face. August refills your wine glass, handing it to you, his fingers once again lingering. August finally turns his gaze to Mike and asks what you all have planned for the weekend. 

Mike mentions you are scheduled to go to a beer garden tomorrow and you would be meeting some friends afterward. You don’t remember making plans to meet up with friends but you go with it anyway. Mike’s friends were pretty cool anyway, at least the ones you’ve met. Well, Derrick could be annoying and could make Mike completely miserable to be around but hopefully, he wouldn’t be there tomorrow.

You all finish dinner shortly thereafter, a few glasses of wine in your system. August gets up, and you assume he is going to start clearing the table. “August, you cooked, we can clear the table.”

“Nonsense. You’re a guest here,” he says, waving you off, “Michael can clean up the kitchen while I give you a quick tour.” He holds out his hand to lead you through the living room, and that same hand ends up on your lower back. 

Your bare feet pad softly on the hardwood while his shiny shoes clack next to you. Your robe is the only thing preventing August from touching your skin directly. The heat coming off of his hand is enough to elicit a shiver from you. Instead of mentioning it, he just smiles down at you and walks you into the spacious entertainment room.

A large television screen is in front of a sectional couch. Two vintage full-height arcade game systems stand against either side wall. A pool table sits on the right, while a poker table is to the left. You’re impressed with the setup and you say as much.

“Yeah, I like to entertain sometimes. You’re welcome to this room whenever you want. Most of the streaming apps are already set up and there’s a Playstation and XBOX as well if you’re interested,” August points over to the tv, leaning in as he speaks.

“I can already see Mike getting lost in here for a few hours,” you snort, trying to hide your obvious annoyance.

“I’m sure you can keep him occupied, Princess.” There goes that pet name again. You look up at August and he grins like the Cheshire cat down at you.

If Mike hadn’t walked in when he did, you would have leaned into that smile. “I was looking for you guys. Sweetcheeks, are you ready for bed? I’m exhausted.”

“You’re tired from cleaning the kitchen?” August teased, knowing full well that wasn’t what tired the younger man out.

“Yeah…well, it’s a big…kitchen, so,” Nice save, Mike.

“Sounds like a good idea, baby. Let’s go,” you grab Mike’s hand and turn toward August, “Night, August.”

“Goodnight, you two,” August hums, looking from you to his nephew.

The two of you head to bed upstairs, arm in arm. It takes everything out of you not to turn around and look at August once more.

In the middle of the night, you pull yourself out of Mike’s grip and head to the bathroom. You notice your throat is dry and decide to go to the kitchen for a bottle of water. August is already in the kitchen, pouring himself a drink. As he picks up the lowball of amber liquid, he turns to greet you.

“You alright, Princess?” The genuine concern in his voice almost overshadows the fact that he is only clad in a tight pair of boxer briefs. Almost. 

Instead of answering, you are entranced by his hairy chest and defined abdominals. Muscular arms and thick thighs are on full display. You’re sure you’re staring but he doesn’t seem to mind as he makes his way over to you. It seems like he moves in slow motion and your brain doesn’t fully comprehend when he reaches out to you.

His warm hand on your arm reminds you that you forgot to put on a robe before coming downstairs. Your crop top and cheeky underwear leave little to the imagination and you look down at yourself before looking from his hand back up at him. As if seeing your thoughts across your face, August removes his hand from your shoulder.

“I just came down for some water.” You’re surprised that you were able to get those words out, as whiny as they were. Your dry throat returns after you speak.

August nods and turns around to go back to the fridge. The ass on this man is ridiculous too, that’s just unfair. He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and brings it back to you. He holds it out to you, and you take it shakily before opening it and taking a sip. You cap it again and hold it up to your suddenly warm neck. You let out a sigh and close your eyes for a beat. When you open them, August is standing closer to you. You didn’t even hear him take a step.

You slowly lower the water bottle from your skin and August takes it, putting your bottle and his scotch down on the nearby dining table. When he turns back to you, he reaches up and holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He takes his time leaning in, giving you an out to easily lean back.

But you don’t lean back, you lean into him as he slots your mouths together. You whimper into his mouth and it is all over from there. He drops your chin, his hands sliding from your face to your neck and down your back until they settle under your ass as he lifts you up into his arms.

“Tell me you want me, Princess,” August whispers, the heat coming off his clothed cock blazing into your core, “You want me to take care of you?”

Fuck.

“Yes,” you whimper, carding a hand through his thick head of hair. 

“That’s my good girl,” he groans, walking to his bedroom. He kisses your neck, nipping at it as he settles you back upon his bed. He hovers over you for a moment, rubbing your covered sexes together. Letting you have ample time to change your mind while making sure you won’t.

“Please,” you whine, no longer able to hide your desire to have him inside you.

“Please what? Say it,” he grunts, pressing his groin harder into you.

“Fuck me, August.” is all he needs to hear before he’s pulling your underwear down and off. He doesn’t remove his own, only tucks them under his balls as he runs the head of his dick through your sopping folds. He enters slowly and gradually, letting you adjust to his girth and length.

Once he is fully seated inside you, he begins a punishing rhythm that has your cervix screaming. Your legs wrap around his waist and his hand finds your throat, placing slight pressure on the sides. The older man has you in a daze soon enough, filthy words leaving both of your mouths.

Fuck, this pussy is too good…

Who do you belong to?

Oh, my God, harder, please! 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…

That’s right, come all over this dick…

Gonna breed this tight little cunt, Princess!

His hips stutter in their movement and you are soon flooded with his spend. He doesn’t stop fucking you until you come again, some of his seed leaking out past his cock as he pulls himself out. He looks down and smiles watching you leak with his spunk, before laying next to you. He draws you closer to rest your head on his chest.

He kisses your forehead in a sweet gesture. Juxtaposed with the filthy act you’ve just committed, you suddenly feel nauseous. You bite back bile as you rest against August. You wish the Earth would open up and swallow you whole. You stay like that for a minute more, feeling your legs get wet with his cum as it leaks from you. 

Your world implodes, the gravity of cheating on Mike suddenly screaming its way into the forefront of your mind. You hate yourself and you hate August for tempting you.

You get up quickly, finding and putting on your underwear before all but running out of August’s room, his voice calling behind you doesn’t stop you. You reach the upstairs bathroom connected to your bedroom and make it to the toilet in the nick of time. Your dinner comes back up so harshly that you end up waking Mike up with your gagging.

He comes to hold your hair out of the way and rub a soothing hand on your back. As you finish, you spit, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You close the lid, sitting down on the floor next to Mike as he looks at you concerned.

“Mike, baby, I’m so sorry.” 

“Sweetcheeks, what are you sorry for? You just got sick is all.”

“Not saying sorry for that, I have to tell you something.”

“Babe, you’re scaring me, what’s going on?” Mike’s voice quivers and it is all you can do to stop yourself from kissing his frown away because you’re about to break his heart.

“I…slept with August,” you blurt out, and you start to cry before you can help it.

Mike isn’t saying anything and you wonder what is even going through his head. You hazard a look over to his face. His jaw is working in anger and he pulls his knees up to his chest.

“Mike, I’m so sor-”

“We’re leaving. Get dressed.” Mike cuts you off and gets up from the floor. You get up and follow him to the bedroom, pulling on your jeans and hoodie quickly as he begins to pack your suitcases quietly.

You watch him move about the room mechanically. You wish he would talk to you. But, you know you don’t deserve to be comforted. He needs and deserves better than you. As he finishes, he pulls on his own clothes and takes your things downstairs.

You follow him down, pausing when you both see August now wearing just pajama bottoms. He actually looks surprised to see you both dressed and holding your luggage.

“Go to the car, I’ll be out in a sec, ok?” Mike’s voice is eerily calm as he hands you the car keys and ushers you outside.

“Mike, let’s just lea-”

“I said, go to the car. I’ll be right there,” he barely raises his voice, but he pushes slightly on your shoulder to get you outside. Like he doesn’t want you to witness something.

You grab your own luggage and head outside, closing the door behind you. You try and block out the sounds of a struggle in the cabin as you walk across the gravel driveway. You put your suitcase in the trunk and get in the car. You’re putting on your seatbelt as Mike comes out of the cabin, his hair and clothes a mess. He gets in the car and white-knuckles the steering wheel as he stretches his jaw.

“Mike?” You cautiously reach out to move hair behind his ear and he lets you.

“I want you to know that I know he put the moves on you. I forgive you, but I can’t forget. I hate him, not you,” he groans, putting a hand over yours, “When we get back, we’re gonna start over ok? We’ll get through this.”

“Ok, baby,” you sniffle, trying to hold back your surprise that he still wants to be with you.

You make the long journey back to school and Mike comes up to your room. You both remove your shoes and lay down in your bed. He wraps his arms around you, your back to his chest. He pulls you close and you relish his warmth. 

“I love you, Sweetcheeks.” 

“I love you, too, Mikey,” you tangle your legs with his and thank your lucky stars for another chance to make this exquisite man happy.

You both decide to never speak about your time at the cabin ever again. 

You don’t bring it up when you see August at the grocery store weeks later. The remnants of a black eye and an angry scar going down the right side of his face are a sight. Enough to have you turning around and going down another aisle before leaving your cart behind and exiting the store.

You end up going to another grocery store before heading back to your dorm. Mike is there waiting for you and trying his best to work his way through a term paper. He looks up as you enter, getting up to take the bags from you and kissing your forehead.

Sometimes, you can still see the look of sadness on Mike’s face out of the corner of your eye. You can still feel the sting of Mike’s promise to never forget with every I love you. You know you deserve to feel the pain of your actions and you do with every day that passes. You also know Mike will always deserve better than you, even when he tells you that he’s so blessed to have you.

Years later, Mike takes you to your favorite restaurant. He walks you along the boardwalk, waiting until you are all alone, and gets down on one knee. You’re so surprised that you immediately start to cry. He chooses his words carefully and he puts the ring on your finger. As he stands to his full height, he wraps you up in a hug. He tells you he loves you and you melt in his arms.

You try and push down the thought that he’s settling for you, but you know that is a futile effort. The only thing on your mind is making Mike happy. And you’ll do whatever he asks, with a smile on your face and love in your heart.

A/N: Can you tell I was in a depressive state when I wrote this? This was a songfic originally and then *stuff* happened.

A/N: I’d like to apologize to both fans of Mikey and fans of August. While this story is dark and a complete AU, I still feel the need to say I’m sorry for this portrayal of August and that Mikey was hurt. I was thinking, for my crimes against humanity, I owe fandom very fluffy Mike fics. Two fluffy stories to make up for this, actually.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director’s Cut]

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Bright Like The Moon (ongoing)

Love, Napoleon (ongoing)

Scrapbook (finished)

Daddy Knows Best (possibly on hiatus)

Don't Take My Sunshine Away (possibly on hiatus)

Touch and Go (possibly ongoing)

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

What Are You Doing, StepBro?

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader

Summary: You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader

Summary: Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Reader

Summary: Napoleon wines and dines.

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director's Cut] {DARKER FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader

Summary: A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.

Happy Birthday, Cupcake

Rating: General

Pairing: Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Treat Me Like A Slut

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Summary: August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Don't Take Your Eyes Off It

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader 

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!

Fifteen Minutes

Character: Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Pairing: Syverson x Reader 

Rating: Mature

Summary: When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Pretty As A Picture

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.

Something Old, Something New

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader

Summary: Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.

Oxytocin

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC

Summary: At a New Year's Eve party, Ransom Drysdale's life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington.

My Little Strawberry

Pairing: Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Rating: Mature

Summary: A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach. 

Doing Something Unholy

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Charles Brandon x Reader

Summary: This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.

Praise You

Rating: General, pure fluff

Pairing: Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Shape-Up

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Cpt Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Summary: Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Follow-up to Shape-Up: My Little Strawberry

The Paganini Problem

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader

Summary: Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.

Power Play: After Hours

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader

Summary: What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.

No Good Deeds

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.

Executive Temptation

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?

Walter Marshall - Hobbies

Lloyd Hansen - Family, Quirks/Hobbies, Sleep

Lloyd Hansen - What happens when reader starts dressing to match lloyd?

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)

Humphrey (Stardust)

Charles Brandon (The Tudors)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)

Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)

Melot (Tristan and Isolde)

Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)

Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)

Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)

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Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Steve Rogers (Avengers films)

Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Nick Gant (PUSH)

Jake Jensen (The Losers)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

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Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Charles Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)

Steve Kemp (Fresh)

Max (Sharper)

Nick Fowler (The 355)

Lee Bodecker (The Devill All The Time)

Chris (Destroyer)

Justin Capshaw (Law & Order)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR SEBASTIAN

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August Walker

Bright Like The Moon

Love, Napoleon!

Daddy Knows Best

Don't Take My Sunshine Away

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest

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Claim (Kathy’s Song). Mike x Reader. Smut, exhibitionism, fingering, squirting, degradation, boot worship, bodily fluids. This might be the best party you’ve ever been to. The song he’s humming is this:

The thing is, when he says lemme take you to this party it’s a promise of a good time, maybe a couple cheap drinks, fucking in one of the beds upstairs. That’s how it’s been and that’s how it’s probably gonna be. Right?

Well.

When he says lemme take you to this party, the next thing he says is I wanna fuck you right there in front of everyone. The exhibitionism is nothing new; he’s a devotee to the art of almost getting caught. This is a step beyond, and if your assent catches you by surprise it’s overshadowed by how fast and how deep his tongue is in your mouth. Knew it, babe. Fuckin knew it. So dirty for me, I love it.

And this is you bent over the back of some ratty couch, gripping the cushions like you could claw right through them because Mike’s talking baseball with some buddies— he’s not even into baseball, for fuck’s sake. But he’s speaking animatedly, slapping your ass for emphasis now and again, working his cock in and out with a slowness that has you nearly howling with frustration. Mike. Fucksake. Harder.

And what does he do, your darling sweet Mike? Does he push in hard and fuck you til your eyes cross and you can’t hear a damn thing beyond skin on skin? Of course not, because Mike is an asshole. What he does is he hauls you up til he can get two thick fingers into your mouth and press down on your tongue. And while you’re trying your best to clench down around that ridiculously thick cock of his he brings his lips right to your ear and murmurs babe. Be good. I’m in the middle of a conversation. It’s just a little condescending and it’s so fucking different from his usual breathless laughs and moans. It’s him in your mind’s eye, aging ten years and growing in some stubble; this is the kind of guy who’d scoot you back on your barstool just enough to slip inside and whisper better not spill your drink, sweetheart. And you fucking love it.

What do you think? he asks when he’s stroking in and out with metronomic steadiness. You want me to let some of these guys have a turn when I’m done? Babe. I fucking felt that. You want it, huh? You wanna be so fucking filthy and used up. And yeah, he’s right; you can picture it now, Mike running his fingers along the neck of his beer, watching keenly as Brad or Phil or whoever the fuck he’s been talking to pulls his cock out and ruts right into you. You can almost hear the dirty talk, this new guy complaining.

Fuck, man, thought you said this little pussy was tight. It’s all messy and stretched out, cmon, next time let someone else use your toys before you go and ruin them.

Babe. Be good. Give his cock a nice big squeeze. Know you can.

The thing is, though, Mike’s feeling selfish today. He wants to stake his claim and not share. So when he picks up the pace til he’s scooting the couch across the floor with every thrust, his words all fall away until the only thing that makes it to your ear is mine. And when he comes he knots the condom and throws it away but he isn’t done; he isn’t done because you’re not done and he may be an asshole but he knows how to treat his partner right.

That’s it, babe. Fuck yourself back onto my fingers. So fuckin wet. Not just from my cock, though; I know you love the way these guys all look at you, like they’re an inch away from dropping trou and just using you hard. Oh babe, I can feel it building up in you. Think I can make you squirt all over this nice couch?

Turns out he can. He presses and twists hard and you can’t help but soak his hand. And the couch. And my shoes, babe. Whaddya say? Wouldn’t want to leave them all dirty. Oh, he’s just not playing fair today; he’s got a wicked twinkle in his eye and a hint of renewed arousal at the front of his jeans. And you could tell him to fuck right off; you could say let’s do something else and he’d agree easily enough; he’s an asshole but he’s respectful about it. But what you really want to do is drop down behind the couch on elbows and knees, down in the mess you made, right where you can get a proper eyeful of those heavy leather boots. And you’re gonna make them shine.

It doesn’t matter that there’s a dozen other people in this room; they’ve seen you fucked and fingered and they know exactly what you’re up to. It gets you even wetter if that were possible; you’re so soaked and fucking filthy, the smell of sex is never gonna come out. Oh babe. Don’t you love this, being down on the floor cleaning my fucking boots? That’s it. Get your tongue all over. Bet you can taste yourself real good. You can, along with leather and dust and the faintest hint of polish. It’s heady and your whine might well travel up his boot to his body to his ear. Whether he can hear it or not doesn’t matter; he sees the way you’re looking up at him and it makes his cock twitch.

Look at you. You’re getting off on this. Perfect. Babe, it’s like— it’s like— hell, it’s like you were born to be here, right in this dusty little spot at some house party in the middle of nowhere, leather warming under your tongue while there’s movement above you that means Mike is stroking himself off. Is he gonna— yeah. Yeah, he is. His come is warm and somehow so abundant; it’s in your hair, on your shoulders, and there’s a drop on the toe of his left boot that you lap up even before he can open his mouth to ask it of you.

Hell of a party, huh babe.

Hm. Yeah. You gonna offer me a drink?

Mike’s on the floor with you sticky in his arms; the party’s still ongoing but the party doesn’t matter. The thing that matters is he’s warm and solid; he’s softly watchful like he knows he needs to be. And the drink he offers is— is this orange juice?

Little bit of sugar, babe. It’ll tide you over til we get you some real food. I’m thinking waffles, sausage, the whole midnight breakfast deal. Whaddya say? It’s a good— no. It’s a great idea. At the diner Mike sits beside you in the booth and his curls are a mess; his cheeks are rosy to the point of glowing and when you press against his side he tucks your head beneath his chin and hums.

Is that Kathy’s Song?

Might be, babe. It might be.

#henry cavill #mike (hellraiser) #mike (hellraiser) smut #mike (hellraiser) fic #my fic #hellraiser: hellworld smut #hellraiser: hellworld fic #hellraiser: hellworld #mike x reader #mike x you #Spotify

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

Masterlist (For all my works)

Updated: February 15, 2022

My list may contain smut. Read at your own risk. Though, some do not. Might give you a lil’ bit of a belly laugh or tears that I somehow have written intentionally because our life is full of angst sometimes and I’m sorry? Hehehe. Once you press the link, you shall receive the warnings that the story may contain. 

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XOXO, (you know you love me)

Tata 💖

SEBASTIAN STAN

GIF drabble

Positive 

Extinction

The Cure

Number Two

CHASE COLLINS (From the movie ‘The Covenant’)

Tiptoe by the window (Smut)

Pacify Her (NSFW) (Part 1)  (Part 2) (Sneakpeak)

BUCKY BARNES (The Avengers)

Supermarket 

GIF Drabble

Lost (Prompt) (Part 2)

Winter’s Gem (Series) (Sneakpeak) (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3)  (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) 

Mission Report

TJ HAMMOND (Political Animals) 

Fix (Part 1) (Part 2) 

What’s wrong? (Part 1)  (Part 2)  (Part 3)

Tickle My Pickle (NSFW)

Feels like home 

JACK BENJAMIN (Kings) 

Monsters under your bed (Part 1)  (Part 2)

MARTIN WATERS (The Architect) 

GIF drabble 

LANCE TUCKER (The Bronze) 

Chapstick 

Midnight Expeditions (NSFW)

CARTER BAIZEN (Gossip Girl)

Issues

TWINK DAY MANIA (FOR SEBASTIAN STAN)

Request #1

Request #2 

Request #3

CHRIS EVANS

 Barely Alive (Part 2) 

Free Me (Oneshot version)

B & J

HENRY CAVILL

The Shrill (Part 1) 

Free Me (Henry Cavill x you, Chris Evans x you) (Series) (On hiatus)

Sinners in a Pod (Prologue) (Chapter 1) (Future chapters coming soon) 

Pup in the Shotgun Seat (Oneshot)

First Blood (Oneshot)

Third time’s a charm (Short fic) (NSFW 18+) (Prologue)

GERALT OF RIVIA (The Witcher)

Witcher of the Night Masterlist (Multi-chapter aka Series) (Modern era reader who woke up in the dimension of the witcher) (Mutual Pining !Angst! Eventual Smut! Slow burn!) (ONGOING) 

Period Sex with Geralt may include: (Headcanon)

WALTER MARSHALL (Night Hunter/ Nomis)

Holy Milkshakes

STEPHEN COLLEY (I Capture the Castle)

Puppet Strings (NSFW 18+) (Short multi-chapter fic) (1)  

Called Dibs (NSFW 18+) (With Mike from Hellraiser) (Oneshot)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Called Dibs (NSFW 18+) (With Stephen Colley from I Capture the Castle) (Oneshot)

Anime Fandoms: 

Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen) 

7th Dimension Masterlist (Multi-Chapter Series) (THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN) (Mutual Pining! Angst! Eventual Smut! Slow burn!) (ONGOING) 

#Sebastian Stan #Bucky Barnes #lance tucker #Martin Waters #chase collins #tj hammond #carter baizen #jack benjamin #Chris Evans #henry cavill #geralt of rivia #geralt x you #walter marshall #masterlist #seb-owns-these-tatas #geralt of rivia x reader #tj hammond smut #chase collins x reader #lance tucker x reader #henry cavill x you #chris evans x you #bucky barnes x reader #fanfic #sebastian stan one shot #bucky barnes one shot #. #walter marshall x you #my masterlist #Stephen Colley #Mike Hellraiser

[nashibirne]

Intellectual Stimulation

This is a follow-up to my first Mike fic (My Best Mistake), which was a huge flop 🙈 but I hope you like the second part better...if so, please leave me a comment, reblog or like 💜 You can read this without knowing part 1 though!

Pairing: Mike x y/n

Summary: Mike wants to impress his girlfriend by being a little more sophisticated

Words: ~ 1.8 k

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, unprotected sex, dry humping, vaginal sex, creampie, creampie eating

NO BETA! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…

Credits: I don’t own anything related to Hellraiser: Hellworld! A huge thank you to @nix-akimbo for the edit of Mike with glasses. I loved using it for the moodboard, the other pics are from pinterest. I don't know who invented Professor Cavill, but credits to you too because I briefly mention him in this story. I quote parts of "The Picture Of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde.

You can find my other fics on my masterlist.

Taglist (please let me know if you want to be added or removed)

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Off we go...

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Premise: Mike and his girlfriend have been together for a few months now and everything could be perfect if there wasn't that one little problem called Professor Cavill. He's y/n's lecturer in English literature and she talks about that boomer with the good looks and the tweed jackets and the dad jeans way too often. Plus Mike has seen the way the old debaucher looks at y/n when they meet him on campus. So in short, Mike is annoyed with the guy who seems to be some kind of intellectual superman, especially because he can't keep up with him. Not a bit. When he met y/n for the first time he impressed her by reciting a poem but unfortunately it is the only poem he knows. He isn't sophisticated and although y/n keeps telling him she doesn't care he feels bad and decides to do something about it.

I take a look around the room one last time and yes, everything looks perfect. It's clean and tidy, I made the beds with fresh sheets, I placed some very pretty flowers on my desk and most importantly, I bought a huge box of vintage books plus a special item at a rummage sale. The books are strategically placed in the room in little piles - beside the bed, on the shelf, on the little table beside my sofa and on the floor in the corner of the room. The special item is sitting on my nose and I really hope y/n is not going to burst laughing when she sees me.

Where is she anyway? Late of course, as usual. I take one of the books and open it to read the first pages again. I want to be prepared in the best way possible. The book is old and the cover looks strange but cool. Antiquated of course but still somehow modern with the half-rotten scull and the snobby looking guy printed in black and gold on it. Very avant-garde, Professor Dickhead would say I guess, artsy-fartsy I say.

When I hear the key in the front door I take a deep breath to calm my nerves and turn around with a big smile.

"I'm sorry, I know I'm late. I missed my bus." She returns my smile, hardly looking at me because she has problems with removing her key from the lock. "You really have to change the lock, baby. One day my key will break off."

"Sure. First thing tomorrow, sweet cheeks."

She looks at me, surprised by the enthusiasm in my voice and now, on second sight, she sees it.

"Mike! Oh my god…", she says, covering her mouth with her hands, "what the fuck? You look great!"

"You like it?" I give her a smirk and step closer to greet her with a soft kiss on her pretty lips.

"I love it! But why? I mean...you don't need glasses. I'm confused." She laughs light-heartedly and I grin. "It's just clear glass. I thought you might like me looking a little more sophisticated." I wiggle my head with a grin and she smiles, cupping my face with her hands. "I love you just the way you are, but I have to admit the glasses are damn sexy on you." She gets on her toes to kiss me and I hug her tightly.

"So what are we up to tonight? You said you have special plans for us?"

"Just take a look around, I'm sure you can figure it out." I plop down on the sofa and look at her expectantly.

"Umm...well. You tidied up your mess…"

"Yep. But there's more."

"Fresh sheets...wait...the books. You don't have so many books," she giggles before taking a closer look at one of the piles. "Out of Africa?" She raises her eyebrows and I grin.

"Some are for the heart, some are for the brain." I grab the artsy book and show it to her.

"Ooh...I adore Oscar Wilde. The Picture of Dorian Gray is my favorite!"

"I know, you mentioned it when you were talking about Professor Know-it-all's class the other day."

She rolls her eyes and it looks fucking cute. No, wait, it looks absolutely enchanting! I should adapt my vocabulary to my new look.

"Is this about Professor Cavill? Are you still jealous?"

"I'm not a bit jealous but I thought it wouldn't hurt to broaden my horizon by reading some classics and if you want to, we could read some stuff to each other and talk about it? Like our own private book club. What do you think, babe?"

"That's a great idea. Count me in." She kisses me again before cocking her head, looking at me with a smirk. "Fuck, these glasses really suit you, baby. You look so hot..."

"Please, Miss. Show me a little respect. I want to be desired for my keen intellect, not for my extraordinary good looks", I joke with an exaggerated frown.

"Idiot!" Y/n laughs out loud and nudges me playfully, "so you're all brains today, huh? Then bring it on. Read to me like one of your french girls." She plops down beside me and I snicker at her Titanic reference. I love the movie -don't you dare tell anyone-, and she hates it because she finds it boring but she still watches it with me whenever I'm in the mood for it. Okay….she usually falls asleep with her head in my lap after 15 minutes but it's the thought that counts and in return I do some cultural stuff with her, exhibitions and such. We went to a vernissage last week and to a reading in a bookstore the other day. So, you see... it's high time for some intellectual stimulation.

"Of course. Let's see what we've got here", I splay my fingers in an affected manner and grab the frame of my glasses with my thumb and middle finger to adjust them before I clear my throat and start to read, putting an extra dark timbre into my voice.

"The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn."

I look up from the book to see that y/n obviously likes my reading voice. She seems captivated and I like the way she gazes at me so adoringly. "Go on", she says softly and I continue.

"From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flamelike as theirs;"

I read the first few pages and I start to like both, the book and the growing erotic tension between me and y/n. She moves closer to me with every paragraph. After I turn the pages for the first time I feel her hand on my thigh, after I do it for the second time she starts to stroke me through my jeans and I sigh before I concentrate on the poetic words again. While Lord Henry and Basil Hallward talk about bane and boon of extraordinary talent, brains and beauty, I get hard under her touch. I stop reading to kiss her but she shakes her head and nods at the book. "No. Go on, Mike. Read." Her voice is thick with desire now and it turns me on even more but I give her what she wants.

"“Harry,”said Basil Hallward, looking him straight in the face, “every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself."

I moan when y/n decides to straddle my lap. She hitches up her boho style maxi skirt before she sits down and all that's between my hard-on and her sweet pussy now is the delicate lace of her panties and the thick fabric of my jeans. The sexy crochet bralette top she wears is not really helpful. Just Oscar Wilde separates me from her spectacular breasts right now. I'm about to put the book aside but she stops me again. "Keep reading." She rubs herself over my boner and looks me in the eyes with a teasing smile. I think this is a promising start to whatever is going to follow and so I go on and on. She's dry humping me now with slow motions, rolling her hips, riding me with closed eyes. I moan again, I'm so turned on I can hardly speak anymore but I try my very best to keep my girl entertained.

"I turned half-way round and saw Dorian Gray for the first time. When our eyes met, I felt that I was growing pale. A curious sensation of terror came over me. I knew that I had come face to face with someone whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself."

And that's it. That's the moment of escalation. We are no longer able to control ourselves and y/n takes the book from my hands and throws it away carelessly before she starts to kiss me with a passion I've never tasted on her tongue before. While we make out like love-crazed predators she opens my belt and my fly and she lifts her butt to allow me to get rid of my pants and boxers. She takes off her top and I push her panties aside, feeling how wet she already is. Wet and eager to take my cock. She sinks down onto my dick slowly and the feeling of stretching her tight pussy is as sensational as ever. I grab her ass and knead her juicy cheeks while kissing and sucking her boobs and her hard nipples. I know how much it turns her on when I bite those little rosy buds and caress her breasts, one time she even came when I took real good care of her tits while she was jerking me off.

But today she rides me and I thrust into her hot core with strong movements, rocking my pelvis rhythmically, and we kiss passionately while my hands roam all over her body. I can tell she's about to come by her breath that's going fast and by the naughty little things she whispers hoarsely into my ear. "Yes, babe...fuck me hard, fuck me rough," and "deeper, Mike, I need your dick deeper" or "I'm so close. Can you feel how close I am?" When she stops moving because she cums with a long, drawn sigh, her body trembling, her cunt clenching around my dick, I hug her tightly, pressing her down, forcing her to take even more of me and after a few fast thrusts I cum too, filling her up with my seed and I can't wait to see it drip from her pussy.

I know it sounds a bit pervy but I love to see the mess I've made and to taste our mixed juices on my tongue. She climbs down from my lap and lays down beside me with spread legs and I bend down to lick her dripping cunt clean, lapping everything up with slow, sensual licks while y/n plays with my dark curls, enjoying the sensation of my tongue between her legs.

When we are lying in my bed cuddled up at each other a few minutes later y/n kisses me tenderly. "I'll need you to read to me like this every day now." I smirk and wink at her. "With the glasses?"

"With the glasses", she giggles and her soft laughter sounds the bell for the next chapter of our intellectual stimulation.

#henry cavill #cavillry #henry cavill fandom #henry cavill fanfiction #mike hellraiser x ofc #mike hellraiser #hellraiser: hellworld #mikey hellraiser #smut #mike hellraiser smut

[brundleflyforawhiteguy]

Dunno if anyone's asked this already, but how would you rank the Hellraiser films best to worst? I've been writing some Hellraiser fics but I've not seen the whole series, just 1-3, 5, and 6.

I think I’ve done this before. Gets me in trouble sometimes because a lot of people like Inferno way more than I do and plenty of people don’t like Deader nearly as much as I do. So my rankings might not work for everyone. 

Anyway.

Hellraiser

Hellbound: Hellraiser II

Hellraiser III: Hell on Earth

Hellraiser: Bloodline

Hellraiser: Deader

Hellraiser: Hellseeker

Hellraiser: Inferno

Hellraiser: Hellworld

Hellraiser: Revelations