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catierambles · 1 year

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Forever

Pairing: Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld) x Mary (OFC)

WC 3351

Warnings: Violence and smut. Kinda in that order? Minors DNI 18+ ONLY

@brattymum96 , @ouroboros113 , @peaches1958 , @summersong69 , @henryownsme , also @raccoon-eyed-rebel because I know you like Mike *smorches*

They could feel the bass of the music even outside the club as they queued to get in. The club itself was a repurposed church in Gothic architecture, fitting for a goth club. Mike has heard about "The Cathedral" but has never been as his friends never wanted to go with him and he didn't want to go alone, but he finally wore them down even though it really wasn't their scene. Wouldn't know it by looking at his somewhat straight laced appearance, but Mike was heavily into the Gothic subculture, the only somewhat indicators being his neatly painted black nails and his penchant for dark clothing. The pale skin and dark hair let him blend in mostly with the scene so no one really questioned it.

Cassyette and Celldweller rocked through the club as they finally got in (the bouncer looking at Mike's ID a little longer than the others) and they instantly went to the bar, getting shots and downing them quickly.

"This music is lame!" One of his friends yelled over it and Mike wasn't the only one who gave him an affronted look.

"Just have another shot, dude, and try to have fun." Mike said, "And don't be a dick!" They were waiting for another round when a woman slid up to the bar next to him.

"Hi!" She said and Mike looked at her, taking her in with a slow sweep of his eyes. "I'm Danica!"

"Mike!"

"My friends and I were wondering if you and your boys wanted to sit with us." She said, jutting a thumb over her shoulder and Mike looked to where she was pointing, seeing the booth filled with girls that all waved to him.

"We'd love to." Mike said and she gave him a dazzling smile, biting down on her bottom lip briefly.

"Come on." She said and he tapped one of his friends with the back of his hand.

"We've been invited." He said and he got the others attention, "Night's getting better already." They followed Danica back to the booth with their drinks and the girls shuffled around to make room for them, his friends pairing up as Danica slid into his lap, his arm going around her waist immediately.

Alcohol and conversation flowed easily and Danica found any reason to touch him even though she was already in his lap, her fingers playing with his hair at the back of his head. The girls dragged his friends away to dance, leaving them alone and Mike slid his fingers under her dark shirt, touching the skin of her waist and catching her shiver.

"Come on." She said, "I want you somewhere more quiet." She slid off his lap and took his hand, pulling him from the booth and across the dance floor. The back exit was unattended and she pushed it open, leading him to the alley behind the club. His back hit the stone as she pushed him against it, her lips crashing against his as she pulled him down with her fingers in his hair.

"Easy, sweetcheeks," He said with a grin, "We have all night."

"Want you now, though." She said, her lips pulling into a grin of her own and she pulled him down again, kissing him deeply as her fingers worked at his belt. Mike moaned into her mouth as she pulled up his shirt, pressing her hands against his stomach and dragging her nails down his sides. Wouldn't be the first time he hooked up with a girl behind a club. "Want you to fuck me." She hissed into his ear and he shuddered, his hands going to her short skirt and sliding his fingers under the waistband. Her lips sealed to his neck, sucking at his skin and he groaned, his palms grabbing her backside and pulling her closer against him, letting her feel him behind his zipper. "Such a big cock." She whispered, "You want to fuck me with it?"

"Make you scream, sweetcheeks." He said and she giggled in his ear, "Make you come so fuckin hard."

"You promise?"

"Man of my word." He said and her tongue ran over his neck, her teeth biting at his ear lobe. There was a sharp sting and she sucked on his earlobe briefly, the pain fading quickly and she moaned against him.

"You taste good." She whispered in his ear and she ran her tongue up his neck again as she pulled down his zipper.

"Fuck, babe." He gasped as he felt her hand on him. He felt her lips part against his neck but his eyes snapped open as she was suddenly ripped away from him. Her lips pulled back in an inhuman hiss, her eye teeth unnaturally long and sharp and there was a beat before a muzzle flash temporarily blinded him, the sound of the gun going off making his ears ring. Danica's head snapped back and she crumpled to the ground. "Holy fuck!"

"Did she bite you?" The woman asked, the gun still in her hand.

"Wh--what?"

"Did she bite you?" She asked again.

"You fuckin killed her!" Mike yelled and she rolled her eyes.

"For the love of--" She slid the gun behind her back and grabbed his chin, forcing his head from one side to the next. "You're clean."

"What the fuck!" He exclaimed, but when he looked down at the body it was gone, nothing but a charred stain on the pavement. "What the fuck is going on?!"

"What’s going on is you were three milliseconds from being on a slab, you dumb shit." She said, "Now zip up and get lost."

"The fuck I will! I want some goddamn answers!" He did, however, zip up, his ardor thoroughly dead. "The fuck just happened!"

"You were targeted, you and your friends. This one and her little coven liked to use this club as their hunting ground. If I hadn't been tracking them, you'd be dead right now."

"My friends, they…"

"I'm sorry, she liked to play with her food, the others cut right to the chase." She said, "They're gone."

"You mean they're…"

"I'm sorry." She said again, "Now that their leader is dead, they'll scatter and won't come back here."

"Motherfucker." It was all his fault, if he hadn't forced them to come out…they didn't want to come to this damn club to begin with. "How do you…how do you know they're…"

"You weren't my first stop." She said and he felt his knees give out, "Whoa, easy there." She helped ease him down so he was sitting on the ground, crouching in front of him. "What's your name?"

"M-Mike." He said.

"Deep, even breaths, Mike. I know it doesn't feel like it now, but you're going to be okay." She said.

"I got them killed."

"No. No you didn't." She said, "This isn't your fault. Look at me." He did, looking into her pale gray eyes, "This isn't your fault. You and your buddies just came out for a good time, that's all. You couldn't have imagined something like this happening."

"They didn't…they didn't even want to come out. This isn't their scene. I had to convince them to."

"It's still not your fault." She said and sighed, "Come on, let's get you off this dirty ground. There's a diner down the street, I'll buy you some coffee." She stood and he stared at her hand for a moment as she extended it to him before placing his hand in hers, letting her lift him from the ground. Now that he could get a good look at her, he saw that she was a tiny thing, barely coming up to his chin, dressed in dark clothing with a black leather jacket hiding the gun at her low back.

Mike thanked the waitress quietly as she brought him the mug of coffee, holding it in his hands to absorb the warmth.

"That girl, she was a…"

"Yeah." She said and he sighed.

"Fuck." He said, "What's your name?"

"Mary." She said and he nodded slowly.

"Thank you for…saving my life, Mary."

"I'm sorry I was too late to save your friends."

"Yeah, me too." Mike said and took a sip of the coffee, grimacing at the bitter taste. He normally added sugar, but he didn't want to use the effort. Heat bloomed from his ear and he gave a small sound, his hand slapping to it.

"What?" Mary asked.

"You had asked if she bit me, but she didn't bite my neck." Mike said, "I think she bit my ear, though." His hand lowered as she reached across the table, brushing aside his hair as he turned his head to the side.

"Goddamnit." She whispered, "She must have wanted a taste before diving in."

"Am I…am I going to be okay?"

"No." She said simply and stood, digging out her wallet and putting a ten dollar bill on the table for the coffee. "You're coming with me, let's go." He got up from the table and followed her out of the diner. The night air was cool but the heat spread throughout body, sweat beading on his skin and making him breathe heavily.

"Easy, Mike." Mary said, supporting him with her hands around his ribs as he faltered. "Just a little further, you can make it."

"Where…where are we going?"

"Someplace safe where you can ride it out."

"Ride what out?"

"The transformation." She said and he looked at her, dread settling into his heart. Mary guided him to a warehouse and they took the lift up to the top floor, walking into a loft apartment. "Let's get these layers off you. Your body temperature is spiking."

"You saying you think I'm hot and want my clothes off?" It sounded weak even to him and he tried to give her a grin but failed miserably, but Mary did give him the benefit of a snort as she unzipped his jacket and hoodie, pushing them from his shoulders and throwing them across a chair.

"Easy does it, stud." She said, guiding him into the bedroom with his arm over her shoulders. He nearly collapsed on the bed, his arm over his eyes as he fought to breathe. Mike felt her remove his boots and lifted his arm as she tapped on it. "More." He sat up weakly as she pulled his shirt off of him and fell back to the mattress, the air of the loft chilling his skin and making him shiver despite the inferno raging inside him.

"Pants, too?" Again he tried to smirk at her but it was weak.

"Those are fine." She said, "Rest, Mike, it'll be over soon."

"Are you…are you going to kill me like you did her?" He asked and she blinked at him in surprise.

"No, I'm not. I only do that to those who like to kill people. Don't give me a reason, and you'll never have to worry about me." She said and he nodded, his lungs burning as it felt like he couldn't pull in enough air.

"I'm scared." He said, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes to soak into his hair and she placed her hand on his chest.

"I know, but I'll be right here. Okay?" She said and he reached up, taking her hand in his and holding it tightly.

It didn't take long for the tremors to start, devolving almost into seizures as his body fought the infection rampaging through him. He shivered violently even though his skin was scorching to the touch and his hand clawed at his chest as his heart pounded painfully. She held his hand through all of it, even though it had to be painful how tight he gripped it. At some point she joined him on the bed, sitting behind him and holding onto him tightly as he shivered and shuddered, keeping him back against her chest. He gripped her arms with his hands, sobbing quietly as the pain ripped through his body. There was an odd sliding feeling in his mouth and the gums over his eye teeth split as a second set slid down over them, his mouth open in a silent scream. Sounds, smells, everything became sharp and vibrant like a switch being thrown and he blinked, looking around and being able to see in perfect darkness. His heart still beat in his chest but it was stronger, heavier, and he could hear and feel her heartbeat at his back. Her hand came up to brush the damp hair away from his face and the smell of her skin hit his nose sharply, making him breathe in deep.

"It's over, Mike." She whispered against his temple, "It's over." He hadn't even noticed the pain had stopped until she said something, the heat inside his body settling into a comfortable warmth. Turning his head to the side, he looked at her, pulling away from her to slide his eyes over her. He could see her heart beating, the blood flowing through her veins, the heavy pulse jumping under her jaw and it made his mouth water. It also made his own blood run south and he felt himself stiffen behind his zipper, bloodlust settling into his cock. He wanted to fuck her, own her, possess her entirely. Drink her in and never let her go. Make her like him so they would never be apart. Was this love? Some twisted facsimile of it? He's never felt it before. The slightest shift of muscle and he was over her, pressing her back against the wall at the head of the bed, his hands pressed to the mattress. "Mike…" Her tone was warning but he didn't or couldn't hear her, only the sound of her heart in his ears.

"Want you, sweetcheeks," He said, leaning in and scenting the air around her. "Need you."

"Mike…"

"I'll make you come. So fucking hard that'll you'll never want another man inside you." He saw the way her pupils dilated at the words, but she was fighting it. "Let me fuck you, sweetheart, you'll enjoy it, I promise, every fucking second." Her hands pressed to his chest as he leaned into her further and he groaned at the feeling, his skin hypersensitive. "Want to feel you everywhere. Every part of me."

"Mike, you're not yourself right now. You're not thinking clearly."

"Babe, I've never thought more clearly than right now." His mouth was a hairsbreadth from hers and he could feel her breath on his lips. "Please let me have you."

"I…" Her eyes dipped from his lips to back up to his. She was still fighting it, but he could see how her eyes darkened and the heady smell of arousal permeated the air. She gave a quick nod and he smiled briefly that was all teeth before he closed the distance, taking her mouth hard, pushing his tongue past her lips. Her hands slid over his chest and into his hair, the feeling making his groan. He nearly tore her clothes from her, taking the gun from its holster at her low back and setting it aside. Mike didn't stop or slow down until she was nude underneath him and his breath caught in his throat as he looked down at her. She was gorgeous. Her pale skin almost glowing and begging for his touch. He wholeheartedly obliged, settling over her, running his hands over her body and making her arch into him. Dipping a hand between her legs, he felt how wet she was for him, her folds slick and warm and he ran his fingers through them before easing two inside her, making her breath catch.

"Fuck, babe." He said, "You fucking want me this bad? Need to taste you first, commit you to memory." He moved down her body, parting her legs for his shoulders and stared down at her, her nub begging for attention. He lowered his head to her slowly, his tongue darting out to flick against her before he sealed his lips to her, feeding at her like he was a starved man and she was a feast. His hands around her hips kept her still as she writhed on the bed, gasps and moans escaping her lips as he swirled his tongue through her, around her. Pushing up on her mound, he flicked his thumb against her clit, strumming it like he would a guitar string before taking it between his lips and sucking, his eyes turning up to watch her. Reaching up, he pushed her hands aside where she had cupped her breasts, palming them with his own hands and squeezing gently.

Her fingers went to his hair, fisting in the dark curls as his eyes closed again. He felt the moment she came, her back arching off the bed as his name left her in a gasp and he dipped his tongue into her, feeling as she fluttered and clenched.

"You're fucking soaked now." He said, moving back up her, "Good. Need you nice and wet for me, babe." A smile pulled at his lips as she helped him with his belt and he pushed his pants down along with his boxers. "So fucking hard for you." He guided her hand to him and her fingers wrapped around him. "All for you." He kissed her again, letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue as he pulled her closer by her hips, staying on his knees even as he kept hers spread with his hands hooked behind them. Taking himself in his hand, he ran the head through her folds briefly before he leaned over her, taking her mouth again as he surged forward, making her take him all at once and catching her cry with his lips. The pace he set was relentless, sitting back on his calves as he swayed into her, holding the side of her ribs. "So fucking tight." He whispered, and found his strength had increased as he was able to pick her up in his arms, holding her to him in the air as he thrust up into her, her hands pressed to his chest. She pulled him into a kiss that he eagerly returned before he settled on his calves again, letting her rock in his lap, riding him at her own pace.

"Mike…"

"I'm right here, baby, take what you need from me. I want you to." He said and whispered praise in her ear as she moved against him. She held his mouth to her neck as her head fell back and his lips parted against her skin, his tongue darting out to taste her and feeling the veins just beneath the surface. He looked at her as she came in his arms, his eyes widening slightly as her lips pulled back from her teeth and a second set slid down over her canines. She clenched and released around him, squeezing him hard and he bounced her in his lap, drawing out her orgasm. "And here I was planning on biting you, making you like me."

"Too late." She whimpered and he laughed, but choked slightly on it as she came again, her inner muscles massaging him and threatening to undo him. "Fuck you're perfect."

"Same to you, sweetheart. So fucking perfect for me." Mike said and took her to the bed, pounding into her with long strokes until his release burned up his spine and he cried out, slamming into her to the hilt as he spilled inside her. Their breath hiccupped slightly as they fought to catch it, her fingers moving through his hair.

"My mate." She sighed and the words felt…right, a peace settling over his heart as he felt himself align with her, his heartbeat changing to match hers.

"Yours forever." He replied and he moved his hands over her possessively. "Mine forever."

"Yours." She said and he groaned, the word rocking through him as if it had power.

"Want you, need you again." He said, and she gasped as he grew inside her again.

"We have forever."

"Forever."

#henry cavill #hellraiser mike #forever #my writing

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roughentumble · 2 years

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90% of the hellraiser hellworld tag is xReader smut like it isnt even gifsets of mike, which is really funny to me. like NONE of it is content about it movie it is ALL about mike and it is ONLY xReader content.

#except the one guy who's really into walter/mike/reader but thats not really an exception thats like #a minor but significant deviation

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hope-to-hell · 3 years

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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

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wendimydarling · 4 years

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may i very humbly request a crumb of mikey smut? please?

It wasn’t just that Mikey was a good kisser, it was that he knew exactly where to touch you. He was possessive, taking ownership of not only your mouth and your body, but your mind as well. It was as if this was his profession, making you melt was his job.

And he took his job seriously.

From firm kisses to languid strokes with his tongue, he explored the very depths of your mouth until there was no place left for him to find. He forced your lips apart, not willing to do any less than share the oxygen you so desperately needed. His hands tangled in your hair, drawing you even closer to him. Pressed against his chest, you weren’t sure where you stopped being you and started being him.

He wanted it that way.

When at last you couldn’t take another second and pulled away to gasp for air, Mikey’s lips fell to your neck, teeth gnawing against the sensitive skin exposed to his talented maw. Manipulated onto his lap, either his hands or yours removed sticky layers of heated fabric until nothing was left but skin on skin, jeans on jeans in tantalizing friction. Soft suction surrounded around each nipple in turn and a cry fell from your lips, but it was cut off by his large fingers grasping your jaw.

Your body was his.

You fisted his hair and yanked him back up to meet your mouth, frantic for more. He plundered deeper, flipped you to the floor, buried himself in your taste. Hands flitted across your skin, kneading here and ghosting there and once more, you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began. Naughty fingers snuck beneath the waist of your pants, stealing a glimpse of the lips you kept hidden. A button undone, a zipper released, his hands snaking ever lower to the private garden that awaited him...

“TIME’S UP, IT’S BEEN SEVEN! SOMEONE ELSE’S TURN IN HEAVEN!”

The pounding fades and the door to the closet opens; you cover your chest in a bashful rush, turning to hide your face from the jeering laughter of your friends. Mikey catches your eye with a twinkle in his, letting you in on a silent secret.

He wasn’t done with you.

#ask wendi #smut request #mikey smut #mikey drabble #hellraiser: hellworld smut #hellraiser: hellworld drabble

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princess-of-riviaa · 2 years

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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

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nashibirne · 3 years

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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.

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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

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sinnaminsuga · 3 years

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just had a thought: mikey but, alternative. hear me out, the kid likes to wear eyeliner and paint his nails or whatever (he's confident in his sexuality) and the frat boys on campus try to make fun of him but it doesn't even phase him. youve seen him around but never had the guts to say hi. and besides, you've been hooking up with one of the frat guys for a few months so you're kind of taken.

unbeknownst to you, he's also been watching. he's had his eye on you for a long time but he enjoys playing the long game so when he found out you've pretty much been spoken for, that gave him a reason to start trouble and get you to notice him.

one night, he's at a party you also happen to be at and the guys are ganging up on him, teasing him about his clothes and his eyeliner when he barks out a laugh and mutters something along the lines of "complain all you want, i can still pull more girls than you."

that gets him a punch to the nose and all of a sudden there's blood gushing down his face, filling his mouth and all you can do is stare at him as he spits the crimson fluid out on the floor and smiles at the boy who hit him. then the fun really begins when mikey locks eyes with the guy you've been seeing. he makes a back handed comment about mikey's black nail polish and mikey laughs again as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. he sees you standing there slackjawed, and and knows he's made an impression but decides to keep pushing his luck. eyes still on you, he slings an arm around your fuck buddy's shoulder and points a black nailed finger at you as he says

"yeah, i let your girlfriend paint them for me. and when they dry? she lets me shove them in her pussy."

#me #mine #henry cavill #the cavillry #geralt of rivia #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill smut #august walker #walter marshall #mike hellraiser #hellraiser hellworld

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ellethespaceunicorn · 11 months

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Scrapbook: Chapter 1

Title: And Now My Bedsheets Smell Like You

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Mike x Black!OFC (Dimples)

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld

Word Count: ~2.2K

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

Chapter Summary: How Mikey and Daisy met.

Warnings: dry-humping, a very drunk secondary character, sexting

A/N: I owe Mikey after what happened in Make That Kitty Purr, so this is part of my amends. I know Mike is perpetually in his early 20s, but let’s take a leap of faith here, people! Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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“I wouldn’t be a good friend if I didn’t try and introduce you to Derrick’s roommate,” Jasmine says, checking her lipgloss in the mirror.

“Jas, I hate to be the bearer of bad news. But Derrick is terrible and any friend of his is probably equally as terrible,” Daisy starts twirling her braids around her fingers, her 5’3 frame leaning back against the sink, “So, thanks. But no thanks.”

“He’s literally out there right now waiting to meet you, Daisy.” Jasmine pleads, in the way a horny friend does.

“Fine. I’ll take him off your hands, but you owe me.” Daisy relents and allows Jasmine to lead her back into the party.

Walking back into the large crowd, Daisy regrets coming. A bunch of college kids, drunk and/or high, grinding on each other and shouting over the music to try and have a conversation. This wasn’t her speed, but she refused to have Jasmine here by herself. And if she was honest with herself, she also needed a break from reality.

“Jas! Over here!” Derrick’s booming voice travels over the crowd and Jasmine pulls her best friend over in that direction.

“Look, Mike. Her roommate is super cute, just entertain her so Jasmine and I can have some ‘quality time’.” Derrick proceeds to make a gesture with his hips that makes him wanna slap his friend.

“Fine, but please don’t ever do that again or you’ll never get laid.” Mike pats Derrick on the shoulder and takes a sip of beer looking off into the crowd before Derrick is getting his attention again.

Jasmine is now in front of Derrick, gesturing to Daisy and then to Mike. “Hi, Mike! This is Daisy. Daisy, meet Mike.” No sooner did she introduce them, were she and Derrick playing tonsil hockey.

“Seriously, guys?” Daisy steps closer to Mike and pulls him away from the two lip lockers.

“Easy, Sweetcheeks. You’re gonna pull my arm off.” Mike complains as he’s dragged to another room of the party away from the dull roar of the stereo.

“Sweetcheeks?” Daisy smiles from ear to ear, stopping in her tracks to swing back around to look at Mike. The smile makes her dimples show up and Mike smiles back.

“Look at that! Forget me calling you Sweetcheeks, you’re ‘Dimples’ from now on.” Mike blurts, his smile taking up half his face.

“Dimples, huh? I’ll only let you call me that if you can find a quiet place in here,” Mike notices Daisy isn’t enjoying the party atmosphere and nods.

“Yeah, of course,” He grabs her hand and leads her in the opposite direction to the stairs, “Follow me, Dimples.”

Daisy follows Mike up the stairs and down a hallway before being ushered into a room. A bedroom.

“Wait, Mike, if you think–” Daisy starts, but Mike cuts her off.

“Trust me, Dimples. I won’t try anything,” He crosses his heart, “Unless you want me to, that is.” Wiggling his eyebrows, he pulls a laugh from her.

“I mean, you are kinda cute. Maybe I wouldn’t get bored if you kept trying.” She winks at him and goes to sit at his computer desk.

Taking off his hoodie, he hangs it on the back of his bedroom door before sitting on his bed. “So, if you’re not really into parties, what are you doing at this one?” When Daisy whips her head around, he follows up with, “Not that I’m complaining! Just seems odd.”

“Jasmine is really pushy. And since she’s my roommate, she has the ability to bug me nonstop. Plus, she wanted to see Derrick and wouldn’t shut up about it. Plus, I feel like I’m not exactly having the ‘college experience’.” Daisy rolls her eyes and busies herself with spinning in the desk chair.

“There are tons of ‘college experiences’, ya know? Going to class hungover, finding out your limit for sleep deprivation, making out with someone you barely know at a party.” He reaches over and stops Daisy in the spinning chair before pulling her over to him.

Daisy reaches up to Mike’s shoulder to steady herself. “Ok, I’m a little dizzy but I’m sure I heard you say something about making out, right?”

“That was only to get your attention and see if you were listening to me,” Mike pokes at Daisy’s dimple and chuckles to himself when she bats his hand away, “Unless you’re interested, that is.” He bites his lip and hopes for the best.

“Maybe. I kinda like it when guys take charge. The whole pick me up and put me on the nearest surface thing is very hot. Hint hint.” Daisy winks at him and Mike’s demeanor changes in an instant.

He stands up to pick up Daisy and places her on his desk. “How’s that, Dimples?”

Daisy reaches up and tangles her fingers in Mike’s hair, pulling him down to crash their lips together. Surprised by the softness of his lips, she moans into his mouth. Taking the lead, he slides his tongue between her lips. He groans into the kiss and moves to mouth his way down her neck to suck a hickey into it.

“Wrap your legs around me,” Mike picks her back up and she does as she’s told. Latching back onto her neck, he turns around and lays them down on his bed. Leaning up on one hand, he cradles her face in the other after moving one of her braids out of her face. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah, it’s more than okay.” She pants, reaching down to grab his ass.

He growls, grinding into her and locking their lips together again. He can feel the heat coming off of her core beneath her skirt and whimpers into her mouth before he can stop himself. Resting on one forearm, he snakes a hand to her boobs. When she writhes beneath him and wraps a leg around his, he massages her breasts before using a thumb to tease her nipple through her shirt.

Pulling back from their kiss, Daisy pipes up. “Mike, as much as I love my tits played with, I kinda would love it if you moved your hand a little down south?”

Mike smiles and moves his hand to her tummy before tickling her until she is laughing uncontrollably and begging him to stop.

“What was that for?” She asks, catching her breath.

“As much as I wanna put my hands everywhere on your body, I’d much rather do that after we have our first actual date?” He does that cute little lip bite again.

“Mike, are you asking me out?” Daisy leans in to nibble at Mike’s neck.

“Dimples, you are making it hard to stay focused right now. I’m trying to…ask you out…while I still have…higher brain function.”

“I’d love to go out with you, Mike, but I have one condition.” Daisy sits up and dons a serious expression.

“Anything, just ask me and I’ll do it.” Mike runs a hand through his hair and not so subtly adjusts himself.

“Promise that we never have to go on a double date with Jas and Derrick. I don’t think I can handle their inevitable public breakup.”

Now it was Mike’s turn to laugh out loud. “Trust me, Dimples. I guarantee that we will never be available for a double date with those two. That sounds absolutely terrible and I plan on our dates being phenomenal.”

“Phenomenal, huh? That’s a tall order, Mikey.”

“Luckily, I’m tall,” He moves off the bed and stands to his full height, towering over Daisy, “And just so you know, I kinda like you so I kinda wanna impress you. Did I just say the quiet part out loud?” Scratching the back of his neck, he laughs nervously.

“It should be illegal for you to be this cute, Mikey,” She stands up on his bed and wraps her arms around his neck, “I kinda like you too, by the way.” She slots their mouths together with a smile on her face.

Picking her up and setting her down on the ground, Mike continues the kiss until there is a knock at the door. He goes to open the door to Derrick who looks both tired and excited somehow.

“Hey, man. You doing alright?” Mike probes as Derrick holds up a finger and rushes to the wastebasket next to his bed. “Well, that answers that question.”

“I should probably go and let you take care of…all that.”

“Yea, probably. But, he’ll be fine for a minute or two, come on.” Grabbing her hand, he retrieves his hoodie and steps out of the room just as Derrick retches loudly. “Here, take my phone and put your number in and I’ll put my number in yours.”

They exchange phone numbers and give each other back their phones. “Oh shit, Jas texted me earlier saying she left after a fight with Derrick.”

“I’ll walk you home, Dimples. I mean, if that’s ok?” Mike holds out his hand, which she takes with a smile.

“That sounds great, Mikey.” She stands up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Let’s get out of here.”

Mike and Daisy walk down the block to her dorm. He eventually wraps her up in his hoodie when she shivers just once. She decides she definitely likes him at that point. As they come up to the front of the dorm, some girls are outside. She spots Jasmine in the middle of the group, no doubt badmouthing Derrick and looking to be comforted.

“Something tells me the last thing that group wants to see is a man, so I’m gonna say goodbye here if that’s cool?” The look of fear on his face makes her wanna kiss it away.

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Text me tomorrow?” She begins to take off his hoodie, but he stops her.

“I’ll text you tomorrow. And hold onto the hoodie,” At her confused expression, he continues, “Give it back to me on our date, Dimples.”

Her smile brings forth her dimples again and he is smitten. She pulls him down to give him a quick kiss then ends up being a bit steamier than either of them planned. Pulling back, she ruffles his hair and ushers him back down the street before the girls can see him.

Waving goodbye, he walks backward and watches her until she is out of sight.

He makes it back to his dorm. The last of the stragglers either fell asleep in the various living areas or left. Heading back up to his room, he finds Derrick sprawled across his bed having stripped down to his boxers and t-shirt.

Mike settles into his bed, pulling out his phone to text Daisy.

M: Is Jasmine still pissed at all men on the planet?

D: Probably? I came up to our room to get away from all that negativity.

M: So you’re in your bedroom…alone?

D: Yup. All alone and in sexy jammies too.

M: The urge to ask you for a pic is overwhelming.

D: Good thing you’re not asking.

D: [image sent]

M: IS THIS THE REWARD FOR NOT ASKING?

D: It’s your reward for being a good boy, Mikey. Plus it’s just me in my nightgown.

M: Yeah, but it’s a tight nightgown and you’re curvy and your nipples are poking through and I’m salivating…

D: You really like boobs, don’t you?

M: Yes.

M: Especially yours. You’re very responsive.

D: Sensitive nipples, Mikey. Just say it.

M: Fine. I like the idea that your nipples are sensitive because all I wanted to do was suck on them so I could hear your sweet little moans.

D: Fuck!

M: Just remember that when you wanna try and tease me again, Dimples.

D: So I shouldn’t mention how I’m gonna give you the most enthusiastic head the next time we hang out?

M: Fuck.

M: Ok, truce? We’re just gonna go back and forth here and I’m only so strong.

M: Having you underneath me was just too good.

D: I liked being underneath you, having you grinding into me.

M: Dimples, you’re killing me.

D: Sorry!

D: I just feel comfortable talking to you, like I can tell you all my dirty sexy secrets, and instead of judging me you’d just experiment with me.

M: Of course, I would experiment with you. I feel like I created you in a lab. You honestly can’t be this perfect.

D: Did you just reference Weird Science? That’s the sweetest nerdiest thing ever.

M: I am so turned on by you. Honestly, my dick cannot get any harder than it is right now.

D: The idea of your dick pressed up against me is back on my mind again, Mikey.

M: Would love to have you on top next time.

D: I love being on top!

M: God, you’re perfect. I can’t wait to take you out on a date and then throw you over my shoulder and bring you back to my room and have my way with you.

D: You know the way to my heart. And I’m getting tired.

M: Alright, let’s go to sleep. Dream of me?

D: As if I could do anything else. Night, Mikey.

M: Night, Dimples.

Chapter 2

A/N: The song for this chapter is Shape of You by Ed Sheeran. Yes, this will be my third ongoing series. Yes, I made the story art before I realized I would break this up into chapters. But, like, it’s Mikey with a family!! I couldn’t say no to him.

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hauntedelation · 3 years

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Description: Mike takes you out of your lonely, dark home on what is supposed to be the jolliest days of the year. In return, you pull him out of his own shadowy pit, simply to convey to him how much you care.

Pairing: Black Female Reader x Mikey (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Challenge: 25 DAYS OF CAVILL by @emjayewrites

A/N: This all started with a certain conversation with a fellow Mikey lover. The lovely @emyearns wrote this amazing piece in the result of that talk. Go check it out! It is wonderful ugh 🖤 This is my reply back to her because I promised her a lil’ something of Mike 🥺 I also wanted to include this as part of the challenge another fellow writer started.

It’s still Christmas where I’m at! I hope that I am not too late! 😥 This is a steamy Christmas theme with Mikey and some essence of angst within it. Please, if there are any errors, know that I didn’t mean it!

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: smut (18+), D/s dynamics (Fem Dom/Male Sub), angst, feels, oral sex (male receiving), marking, choking kink, hair pulling kink, fluffy Christmas gift giving!

Merry Christmas! 😊 Enjoy~

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One thing that you were able to learn about Mikey, in the short month of dating him, was that he seemed to glow the brightest under your hand.

He was a far different person around you, still, than anyone else. He remained being Mike, the goofy smartass who loved to joke around. But, it was as if he took off a mask and could finally breathe when he was in your presence. Just you and him.

Mike was able to let go.

Despite that he was reluctant in opening up, you put all your effort in, working to know what made him bloom. It was after every tug to his curls, every nick and bruise that you left on his pale skin, every grip your fingers held around his neck, that you saw him begin to come out.

Even more so was after those heated moments where you held him close, pressing your lips to his cheeks and his eyelids, fingers brushing along his eyebrows. You whispered in his ear, sonnets according to Mike, those words never leaving the space between you both.

You didn't want to rush him, and you didn't want to over escalate what you and he had. It was going to be breathtaking, you knew it, you just had to be patient with him and listen.

So you didn't, you didn't pick at him when he would grow real quiet during a conversation, or after looking at a particular object. You would reach down and take hold of his long fingers in yours, placing kisses on the calloused pads.

Mike would come back, it would be slow but his grin would appear once more. His bones would quiver underneath his skin, and he would show you those pearly canines.

You both took your time, and you both allowed each other to feel. Whether it was elation or whether it was a sinking feeling in the stomach, you let it flow. Whenever he begged to see you, you left the front door unlocked. Whenever you wished to see him, he would jump at the offer.

Chelsea and Vanessa would jeer, they had to. Seeing you and Mikey was such a surreal happening, seeing Mikey with a girl for longer than a day was completely unusual. They would whisper to you, about how often he looks at you, about how much time you spend with each other, about how obvious it is.

"He's just way less of an asshole."

They would show a knowing smile to you. You couldn't tell if it was toward a certain angle or for another, but, you saw that smile on your friends' lips. You and Mike were venturing into something interesting.

You got a phone call on the 24th. It woke you up out of your nap on the living room couch and it woke you slowly. The clock read 7:00 p.m. on the screen through your squinted eyes. Now, who would be calling at that hour?

"Hey! So...You wanna come with me to the drive-in tonight?"

Mike?

You were taken aback, didn't this boy know that it was Christmas Eve? Wouldn't everything be closed by now? Mike knew, and he didn't seem to really care about any of that. He clarified that the drive-in movie theater was in fact open tonight.

And as classic Mikey, he went with his goto begging, warning you that he was already pulled up at your apartment complex.

"Pleaaase, they're showing Christmas movies from 7:30 to 4:00 a.m., I thought it would be fun!"

You shook your head; an amused grin pulled at your lips. While wiping the sleep from your eyes, you could distinctly hear the pout in his voice through the phone. You gave in to him, how couldn't you?

Looking around your lonely home, with no decorations hung up and no plans being set, nothing else seemed better than that. You wouldn't decline him even if you had been invited to the best party around.

"Okay, just give me a few minutes, and I will be right out."

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There was no counting the amount of junk that Mike could keep in his car. Aluminum beer cans tinked and rattled with each turn, papers and articles of clothing were pushed under your feet, and you could have sworn that you saw a used condom from the last time you and Mike were in the back seat.

You shook your head to yourself as you watched Mike scramble about in his front seat, scooping up the pieces of trash and other items that littered the entirety of the space.

You bit at your lower lip hiding your giggles from the dark-haired boy. He made trips back and forth to a bin sitting outside the parked car, puffs of smoke billowing from his lips.

Even if he was naturally a gigantic slob, who honestly had the most cluttered car you’d ever seen, what he was doing...

He was trying his best, you could see the obvious effort that the boy was putting in—he was even clearing out the items that were stuck on the dashboard and under the seat.

Mike cursed, struggling with a stubborn shirt tucked far too deep in the leather seat.

He yanked it free and fell back, head slamming into the steering wheel. The boy groaned weakly, the pained sound coming from high in his throat.

This was when you busted out laughing, hand going to cover your mouth and snorting loudly. Mike grumbled, his lanky body sitting up and his hand going to rub at the back of his head. You were quite sure that everyone in the parking lot could hear you cackling.

“Haha, very funny. Now, c’mere! The movie is about to start!”

You really tried focusing on the film playing on the big screen. The last thing that you were able to remember was Kevin McCallister arguing with his older brother, Buzz. Nostalgia was beginning to well up in your heart, this movie was featured frequently when you were a young child.

Mikey even thought of bringing blankets to keep you both warm when you couldn’t run the car’s heater for long. Each one was thick and incredibly soft against your skin. He took the liberty of wrapping you both in the material, knowing how easily chilly he could get.

He also had...his own ideas for preventing you two from getting too cold.

“Mike, mmh, I’m trying to watch the movie!”

His hands were icy as they gripped your waist, his teasing fingers riding your shirt up and exposing more of your skin. He pulled you into his lap, plump lips pressing against the shell of your ear and trailing down your neck.

Mike situated you to rest on one of his thighs, facing your front more toward him. Your head was still glued to the large screen playing the film, you were not going to let him win. At least, not yet.

There was a red and white bag of popcorn resting close by your legs. You leaned down to reach into it, pulling out a small handful of the kernels and stuffing your mouth full.

You yelped when his hands found their way up your sweater, cupping your breasts into his hands. His lips chased your jaw and found their way to your mouth, though—you were still chewing on the food.

"Miiiike," You mumbled out. "My mouth is full of popcorn. Can't you wait?"

Mike was normally passionate, but never so desperate to not wait for you to finish eating. Tonight, he was unrelenting.

You gave in soon after swallowing, rolling your eyes shut and letting him push your lips together. He whined and placed his palm on one of your thighs, pulling you to straddle his waist.

It was easy, too easy to fall into that rhythm with him. The need and the sheer want behind his touch, he was surely providing it with the way his tongue nearly moved to the inside of your teeth.

What was always challenging, was pulling away from him.

“Mike, hey Baby, I’m happy that you’re eager tonight...but mmfh, fuck…”

His canines found their way to that spot at your jugular, long fingers kneading and massaging your ass in your winter leggings.

“What’s gotten into you? I thought you wanted to watch the movie?”

Cupping his jawline, your thumbs rubbed lightly over his sharp cheekbones. He was panting and gazing up at you with a peculiar look in his eye, one you couldn’t put your finger on.

Mike licked and bit at his lips, big blue eyes soon avoiding your concerned look. You felt his fingers start to play with the fabric of your sweater.

He sighed.

“Um yeah, I mean...shit...I uh, I missed you.”

Mikey peered out the windshield, passed your shoulder, and at the movie playing on the screen. His jaw was stiffening, your fingernail followed along with the muscle. You tilted your head to the side with a downy grin displaying on your face.

He never said this to you before.

“Did you really?”

He hummed, nodding his curly-head with his frown wavering on his face. You leaned down and pressed kisses to his nose, smoothing the tips of your fingers over his eyebrows.

“Mhm, I did. I know that like we just saw each other, but...I really needed to see you tonight.”

Mike’s slim arms snaked around your body and hugged you close to his chest. His eyes found their way back to your face.

“Well, ditto, I missed your silly ass too.”

"That's good because I got you something."

With him never breaking eye contact, Mike reached into his coat pocket to pull out a red bag. You inhaled in surprise, bouncing your attention from the bag sitting between you and his bashful face.

He resembles the night that you and he first hung out with each other. His demeanor visibly shifted to a far meeker character under your attention.

"Oh! Mike you didn't have to go do that!"

He shrugged his leather-clad shoulders, not helping the red tinge layering his cheeks. Mike's hand began to nervously rub at your back, moving in small circles.

"Go on, open it."

You immediately reached to tear open the bag taping, pulling out the white tissue paper. What you found made your bottom lip jut out in an endearing pout.

How thoughtful of him.

You found a small black sack, the item inside being a baby blue bonnet. You let your fingers run over the material and admired the fine stitching. From the looks of it, he went looking for a good quality made one.

Where did he know to buy this?

Your e/c orbs stayed on the cap in your hands, shaking your head slowly. "Mikey, this is very sweet of you. How did you know to get me this?"

You lifted your head to take a look at his face, only to see that he was already staring at you. Mike had a wide smile on his lips, he rubbed his lips together and exhaled a laugh.

"Uh, well y'know...Vanessa and Chelsea sort've...helped me out with it. I remember you wore one when you sleep but I was too afraid to ask you what it was."

One of his hands scratched the back of his neck, cocking his head to the side. There was a gush of delight building in your stomach.

You never really mentioned to him about needing a new bonnet before, perhaps in passing as you went through your hair supplies but never explicitly. If he really went and spoke with your girlfriends…

Ugh, this boy.

"It's a good thing that I got you something too."

It was now Mike's turn to look perplexed.

"Wha—me?"

You hushed him and located your purse from the driver’s seat. Nesting deep inside the bag, you set a rolled-up article of clothing with a gold-colored bow surrounding it.

You pulled the present out, anticipation illuminating your face. You took his hand in yours and placed the present in his palm. He lifted his brow down at the item and gingerly untied the bow.

Mike unraveled the dark fabric to reveal a freakishly gory print of his favorite horror movie. He shot out a quick laugh, and began to rapidly scan the shirt in his hands.

"Holy shit, no way, Y/n."

The cotton was as soft as can be, and the screen print had been of the highest quality. Each color was saturated tastefully and blended with one another, leaving behind a pretty visually appealing t-shirt. Well, save for the grotesque image of someone getting slaughtered by a killer.

Mike ran his fingers over the image, tracing the lines and the wording layering it.

"How'd you know that I would like this?"

You beamed down at him, mulling your answer over in your head. A faint memory developed in the back of your mind, of him turning on an old horror film while sitting in your living room.

When you think of it further, Mike always seemed to gravitate toward darker media such as that.

"I remembered you mentioned it one day a little while back."

He lifted his head to grin up at you, his eyes shimmering brightly in the low light of the big screen. The crimson in his cheeks was much more pigmented than minutes before, the tint bleeding to the tips of his ears.

It was a sight you would never get enough of.

Mike leaned up and pressed gentle kisses to your lips, mumbling praises and a thank you onto your mouth.

You placed the items on the dashboard and watched the moonlight reflect on the surface of them. The other smaller pieces of trash were gathered and put into that red bag Mike used for your gift.

“I am really happy that you like it...your gift you know? I wasn’t sure if you would be busy tonight, but I wanted to see you open it.” Mike spoke gently into your ear.

You turned and placed your arms around his shoulders, you narrowed your eyes down at him and a smirk played on your face.

“It’s alright, I really had no plans...This isn’t my favorite holiday anyway.”

Mike lifted his brows at hearing this. “Yeah? Same with me. It never really was my cup of tea. Everyone always kinda has..has family to spend it with. And I…”

The boy trailed off, his hand movements along your back slowed to a stop.

Mikey’s eyes dropped to look down at the space between you both, focusing on the stitching of your sweater. You could sense a veil being drawn over him, and blocking him from you presently.

A pinch was placed on your heart and resonated up toward your throat. The closer it got to the holiday, the most often these moments would occur. This was something that you noticed.

Desperately, you wanted to find what was taking him away mentally.

Maybe if you could pick at the pieces, just a tiny bit at a time you could find out. You had clues, certain tells in his speech, and some mannerisms were brought to the light. Yet, you didn’t hold the answer to what.

What was plaguing Mike’s soul?

Your reasoning scolded yourself, You shouldn’t

It couldn’t be pulled out like that, not as if it was some sort of secret to know or a problem to solve.

So you didn’t. You didn’t say anything to further the conversation or that previous topic. At this point, Mike was inaudible for close to a minute. You saw his dark brows pinch close together, that handsome face was despondent.

This wasn’t a bother. It wasn’t going to be one, not with your fingers sneaking to his hand, curling around the digits. You placed lips to his skin, tickling the pads. It was a bit delayed but—

Ah, there he was.

You saw him come back, right out of that shadow of his. With Mike finally cracking a radiant smile, warm enough to melt the snow outside, you felt a bit of relief. For now, he seemed okay.

“You alright, Puppy?”

Your voice was tender when you spoke, still working to guide him back. You nuzzled your nose against his, and he chuckled real low between you.

His thumb and index fingers grasped your chin and he guided you to peck his lips.

“Puppy? That’s actually cute...And, M’yeah sorry…uh. I kinda trailed off there. But, what I normally do is get shitfaced on a night like this, and watch a bunch of Christmas movies.”

He cleared his throat and nodded his head to the movie playing behind you.

“I watched this movie so much as a kid. I loved it. This was one that I would be watching tonight anyway…"

Mike paused, waiting for another moment before continuing his sentence.

“I wanna ask, are you sure that I’m not...bothering by asking you to hang tonight?”

You felt Mike stiffen under your body. His hands wrapped around your waist and tucked themselves under the blanket. He subconsciously returned to that puppy dog look, the same look that he had on his face just a few short seconds ago.

Mike had a way to pout those lips just right, those lips that he loved to bite at. With his eyes, you swear he had a way to make them appear the most pitiful when he was wanting something. The king of begging.

And he wonders why you call him that.

You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Mike, of course, I am sure. I’m having a lot of fun with you right now, and, there’s no place I’d rather be! Why? You don’t think that I like you?”

The boy was a bit dumbfounded, mouth opening and closing. He was unable to find the right words to reply. The only sounds that were released had been cut off stammers and a sigh.

You knew that you looked smug at this moment. It wasn’t hard for you to put him in that state and you felt rather prideful to place him into a puddle of astonishment. Whatever Mike was subject to, he certainly was not used to the treatment that you gave him.

It grew enjoyable for you, actually. After each liaison, giving Mike whatever you could whether sinful or innocent, you were hungry to do more. He would always reward you with the most colorful reaction.

Currently, it was looking like the former was tipping the scale.

You rearranged your legs on the seat below you, positioned your hips, and ground them languidly against his groin. Mike’s breath was hitched and he flexed his thighs under his jeans.

He slid his hands down to that favorite spot on your waist, eyes flickering to a low flame at the instant of anticipation. Your palms rubbed at his chest and up to the collar of his shirt. You muddled his brain further when you slanted your lips against his, taking his moans into your lungs.

The switch had been flipped.

“Since you don’t seem to really understand, do you want me to show you how much I like you?” You whispered against his mouth.

He nodded vigorously but failed to explicitly confirm with his words. You had to fight yourself from giggling. At this point, Mikey knew better.

You stilled your gyrating and nipped at the soft flesh of his earlobe, taking your fingers on one hand and wrapping them around his throat. You applied a ghost of pressure at the sides and pulled out a gasp from his lips.

“Hmm, say it Puppy, or I guess you will never know.”

“Yes please, please show me. I-I want you to show me.”

You hummed and pressed kisses along his jaw, fingers sliding down to his belt. It was tugged loose, clinking metal on metal, and pushed aside. You worked your way under the denim and pressed your palm to the stiffening skin there.

Still keeping your mouth on his skin, you sang those praises to your boy.

"I know you need to be shown. You like it better when I do…"

You tilted his head back, gripping his neck firmly before slowly licking at his pulse point, forcing out more bumbling words from him.

"Don't you? My words only do so much Mikey. But I know it helps you."

Your fingers rubbed and rubbed along his rigid cock, squeezing out more precum from the tip. You felt the wet spot accumulate and soak his boxer briefs.

He was radiating pure heat and warming your cold fingers.

Upon licking your lips and leaning your forehead against his cheek, you forced a wail out of his pretty mouth.

You wrapped your fingers around his feverish length and held it in your hand, thumbing and stroking him. Before you continued further, you drew your hand away, leaned back, and dribbled spit on the head, coating a large majority of his cock.

Mikey watched it all with fluttering eyes, stifling his whines at the warm ooze of your saliva. You cooed at him with your lips playing at his, eyes watching the space between you two.

"Let it out Mikey, let me hear you. Yes—yes buck those hips Baby I know that feels good."

You released his throat and slid your legs from around him. Leaning against his side, you tightened your hold on him and continued jerking his leaking cock.

Mike was now eagerly fucking your hand and fisting at the blankets on his side. You licked your lips at the sheer swell of him, it's glisten in the low light was savory—tantalizing to you, its weight pushing and massaging against your palm.

"Mmf-fuck, it feels so good, please let me come. Can I come?"

You tutted down at him, grinning wolfishly at his flushed face. You shook your head and let go of his length. A round of cries followed from Mike and you couldn't help your mirth in your chest.

"No Baby, I'm gonna give you something else...You want my mouth? Hmm?"

You licked your way into his waiting mouth, a spit-soaked thumb coming up and pulling his bottom lip down, pressing into the plump flesh.

Mike grit his teeth and growled pitifully, his warm breath being breathed in by you.

"How about I show you with my mouth, I'll let you use my mouth, Puppy."

Mike's lust-blown blues peered up at you, searching your face and looking at your lips.

"Yes, please, I want it so bad. Please Y/n." He spoke out raggedly.

You let go of your hold on his face, sliding down his body and settling into the passenger foot-well space. You sat into a crouching position and moved his jeans and boxers further down his hairy thighs.

You peered up at the panting boy, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes stared down at your devilish face, widening his legs to allow you more room. This would be the first time that you go down on him, and you planned, oh you planned…

You were going to suck the soul out of this boy.

His teeth gnawed at his bottom lip when you took hold of his dick. You felt him flex his erection in your hands, pressing the length into your grasp and jut his hips out to get closer.

You broke eye contact to gaze down at the throbbing head. He was cut, the skin of him blushing at the top, and still pumping out more of that clear liquid. You ran a finger along a prominent vein popping out, tracing the blood flow up.

As you began to stroke him, running your fingers along the skin of his balls, you leaned down and applied tiny licks to his skin. You started from the crease where his cock and his balls met and lapped up to the slit on his head.

Mike threw his head back against the headrest, letting out a throaty groan. His fingers crept down to your shoulders, grunting at your lips and your tongue playing with his cock.

He rasped, attempting to choke out a sentence. "B-babe...mmfh—fuck, can I put my fingers in your hair? Please?"

You took your spit slicked hand and began twisting, pulling your mouth from his cock, and stroking up to the tip.

"Go ahead Baby, but, I want you to do something for me...You gotta listen okay?"

Mike moaned, eyes falling to yours one last time before fluttering shut. Your mouth went down to lick at his balls, gingerly sucking the skin into your mouth.

A lewd slick sound erupted from your mouth and hand and for a moment there you were lost in that music. As much as you would love to give it all to him, you couldn’t spoil him just yet.

You pulled away, squeezing your hand in a pulse on his dick, your other pinched the skin of his sack, causing Mike to shoot his eyes wide open.

"Ah!—Wha-what is it?"

"Look me in my eyes...I need you to keep your attention on the movie while I suck you off, okay?. Don't take your eyes off that screen."

Mike shuddered as he met your heavy eye contact, the shaky movement going down his thighs and pricking the hairs there.

You carried on with your movement, taking one hand to lay on his lower stomach and pressing down.

"If I see you not looking at the screen, I'm going to edge you until you're on the very verge of cumming. I'll bring you there, Puppy, until you're sweating and begging me. I'll keep going and going and I will stop."

Mike furrowed his dark brows down at you, fingers trembling in your curls. He swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He looked so pretty, face in a flush and his curls hanging low over his eyes. His kiss-bitten lips were tinged the darkest shade of red, close to the color of the tip of his cock.

"Do you understand?"

He huffed out a laugh, his voice cracking and bouncing off of the fogging windows.

"Yes Babe, yes."

He pushed back your hair from your face, and you settled into a more comfortable position between his thighs. Your tongue wet your lips, taking one last glance at his cock.

Your eyes bored into Mikey’s dazed pools, making sure to keep his word. He whimpered and lifted his head up to the bright screen of the theater, fingers curling into your locks.

You pumped him a few times, mentally capturing the image in front of you before sliding him well past your lips and sucking—no slurping at his weeping cock. You quickly got to work using your hand and your tongue bobbing and pulling needy moans straight from his throat.

After that night, Mike never forgot just how much you like him. Following that night at the drive-in, Christmas was that much closer to being his favorite holiday.

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feralrunaway · 3 years

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*Coming Soon*

Levamentum

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"Your heart beat in my ribs and mine in yours, and both in God's...The divine magnet is in you, and my magnet responds."* —WM

Michael took his index finger and gingerly brushed over those written words, feeling the slight indention at the strokes. With each touch of his skin to the paper, he could feel an anomalous emotion penetrating his soul.

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A multi-chapter collaboration between @hauntedelation and myself, a gift for and inspired by @hope-to-hell.

*(Excerpt from a love letter by Herman Melville to Nathaniel Hawthorne)

#Walter Marshall #Mike Hellraiser #Hellraiser: Hellworld #Walter Marshall x Mike #fanfiction #fluff #smut #Priest! Walter Marshall #tw: religion

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mrsarnasdelicious · 3 years

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Daily Cavill Drabble - Tuesday

Prompt From This List

Omega!Mike

“Fuck me like a starved animal or leave.” You order. “Fuck yes... Yes Alpha. Yes Mommah!” Mike cries out. He noses his face into your neck and thrusts aimessly against your rear. It is not hard for him to comply to your demand. His heat is almost upon him and he is indeed very need. You reach behind you to help him line up. “Do it.” You snarl. “Yes Alpha!” Mike howls. He rapidly obliges.

His nails dig into your hips while he slams into you with reckless abandon. His higher mind has vacated the premises. All he can think of now is to fuck you like there is no tomorrow. “Good boy, Mikey, good boy” You praise him. “Thank you Alpha.” Mike whimpers. He leans in and nips at your neck and shoulders. Every time he bites you, you reward him with a sweet moan. “Fuck.” Mike whispers. He whines like a pup and rutts into you. It is just what you need. “Harder Mikey, harder.” You tell him. “Yes Alpha.” Mike whimpers. He straightens himself out and grabs at your waist for better leverage. He pounds into you with all the energy he has. You howl in pleasure. “Oh fuck, make Mommah cum, Mikey!” You order him. “Yes, Yes Mommah!” Mike cries out.

He fucks you within an inch of your life, while also rubbing at your clit. “Oh fuck!” You howl. It is precisely what you need. Your inner walls are already swelling. Your knot is tightening around Mike’s cock. Mike whimpers, his thrusts becoming rather uncontrolled. “Gah! Alpha! Mommah!” He howls. He is so needy for your knot you can smell it. “A little more baby, a little more.” You tell him. “I don’t think I can.” Mike whisper. “You’ll have to.” You all but bark. “Y-Yes Mommah.” Mike whines.

He keeps rubbing at your clit and your knot closes down on his cock. “Fuck!” Mike calls out. He spends himself and grows slack. “I haven’t cum yet.” You say sharply. “Sorry Alpha.” Mike whispers. He nips at your ears and rubs your clit just the way he knows you like it. You moan wickedly for him. You taste your orgasm on the back of your tongue. You are so close there is no way back now. Not even if Mike were to stop his ministrations. You cum on his cock, your knot tightening even more on him. “Thank you Mommah, thank you.” Mike whimpers. He sounds utterly blissed out and you feel exactly the same.

#Mike [hellraiser; hellworld]#Mike x Reader #Henry Cavill #smut under the cut #Omega!Mike

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I AM HERE TO GIVE YOU A THIRSTY ASK BUT UH: imagine riding mike's face while giving Stephen the best oral sex of his life lsdkjfas;lfdkj LOVE YOU BAI ALSKDJFALKSJ

WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK, BABE?! YOU KNOW THIS IMAGINE WILL MAKE ME MORE THIRSTY THAN I ALREADY AM?! I’m gonna sue you for this! But, actually---you expect a headcanon right? NO. I’M NOT GIVING YOU THAT AFTER SENDING THIS ASK. I AM GIVING YOU A WHOLE ASS ONESHOT FOR OUR BABY BOYS!

Characters: Stephen Colley and Mike (from Hellraiser) x reader

Warnings: Sub baby boys. Male and female receiving! Porn without a plot? Dom! reader. Threesome. Graphic descriptions. Y’all know how I write my smut. I love the filth. Stephen and Mikey are all at legal age, alright?

Words: 1.6k

A/N: Smut under the cut. Also, already updated Witcher of the Night chapter 23! Go check it out in my pinned post! Love y’all! Filthy potatoes come out come out where ever you are!

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Their wanton moans were like music to your ears. Definitely angels singing to your own type of heaven that can get you quivering in pleasure once the high kicks in.

They were your two baby boys. The complete polar opposite of each other but magnets you couldn't get rid of nor will you hope to give exchange to because they were the best. Your feminine dominance molding at its finest with their submission made to bend for your will and demands.

Stephen and Mike, the contrary of their own characteristics have made them what they are. Stephen was sweet and biddable, always flustered when told of the dirtiest and filthiest things because he was new to everything. Though, his reluctance had curiosity laying inside of it. Therefore, Mikey was the defiant; the rebellious and naughty boy who was game with everything. Howbeit, what rebellion lies within his risquè attitude emerges the slight kink he had by being slavish over your wishes.

"You taste so fucking good," Mikey moaned in the midst of tongue-fucking you against the mattress. Laid beneath your kneeling, opened legs was a hungry boy who lapped all your sap below. His teeth constantly nipping along your inner thighs, sucking in between the nesh flesh to give a bite, igniting vibrations down your spine as he hummed through your wet folds.

The tip of his tongue flicked along your sensitive clit that he has been sucking on since the start of giving you head. From the moment you'd been tugging Stephen's pants off, Mike was latching onto your clit with his mouth like it was his bastion; a soft, sensitive button that could keep him going for hours, hyping up his energy to the fullest.

He was determined to make you cum hard with his talented---but, quite sloppy mouth. His tongue that could create tons of letters and can even fully construct your name with your pussy as a notebook and his mouth, a pen. Mike was messy when he'd first given you head, but with expanding his own experiences with you, he eventually learned how to lick a pussy with all his might.

Now, his head game was strong that it made you meek and utterly putty on his mouth.

The same goes for Stephen---but, it was the other way around.

You've ordered for his fingers to wrap around your head as you were sucking on his girth, a hand around the base of his cock while the other was tightly yanking off Mike's luscious curls. The British boy restricting himself from being an audible mess as you poured all your energy onto bobbing your head around his cock. Mike's groans shooting intense pleasure up the tight coil forming inside of your navel from all the ministrations happening.

Sucking off Stephen's uncut cock was a newly found gratification that you would always remember.

His supple fingers fell onto the top of your disheveled head, fighting off from tugging your roots from the pleasure he was feeling. The flat of your tongue licked his pre-cum oozing out of his slit, making him utter another round of his restrained moan. Your mouth pulling out from deep-throating his twitching cock.

"What have I told you about keeping those moans to yourself, baby boy?"

Stephen's face was coated in the fullest blush of his cheeks. His neck filling in the redness of his skin and also from the bites that you've somehow given him prior from the current position, "To give in to my pleasures because you love hearing me, miss."

"That's right," you sat back up after going on all fours for both of your boys. Eyes set straight to let Stephen understand that you weren't one to repeat your words again. Your breath hitched when Mike had his own little world and continued to fuck your pussy with his tongue. Two fingers reaching up to expand your folds, exposing more of your cunt as he shoved his tongue in and out of you in a slow, teasing way.

Stephen's heed was solely on your scrunched face, eventually falling forward to give your mouth a kiss when your fingers suddenly reached down to grab onto Stephen's tight gonads. His mouth huffing out a hitch of his own breath as it was already centimeters away from yours.

"Fuck my mouth with your cock and I'll let you kiss me, Stephen."

You forcefully pushed his shoulders away but not before a whine slipped past your filthy lips from how Mike began to slurp. Propping back on all fours, you've had Stephen's cock inside your mouth in no time. Bobbing your head up and down as you massaged his balls with one hand, squeezing them tight which made him moan with his mouth open.

Their eyes closed, freely feeling in the pleasure that you have set them both from a night you promised. You've stuck your tongue out to lap the underside of Stephen's throbbing vein, your body pushing forward from Mike's sudden slap of his hands along your derriere. Massaging your bottom with his greedy fingers, his head moving from side to side as he intentionally moaned to give vibrations over your pussy.

This made you hold onto Stephen's thigh, tightly clawing on his leg while it has given him the courage to place both of his palms on either side of your head, wanting to have that kiss you've promised him with because he never did receive one as Mikey got you all to himself when he was trying to undress.

Stephen began to fuck your mouth, his pace gradually increasing---being so gentle at first because of the filthy idea until he was finally hitting the back of your throat with his slit. Your moans adding up to the pleasure of his steel cock twitching inside of your mouth, knowing that he was close as he sped up, trying hard not to gag from his length as you slurped him all the way with no hesitation.

You were riding Mike's face with a will to cum hard. His gorgeous, prepossessing features scrunched in utmost pleasure over tasting your pussy also had him on edge on the specific action alone without even needing to be sucked. Mike's hand reached down to tug onto his own hardened cock, fisting it hard in his fist as he slurped your pussy whilst you circled your hips---loud enough for you to whimper from how Stephen breathlessly and lewdly moaned by watching his cock slide satisfyingly in your mouth like a drive he didn’t want to cease; bringing him to a newly, heightened euphoria.

Your eyes looked innocent and damp from the constant, deep throating as he prodded your mouth---loving such a dirty thing for your baby boy to do.

The both of you were a moaning mess. Stephen silently whining out a curse word you haven't heard from him since then. You've cried out by how hard you came, ruining Mike's perfect mouth with your cream and accepting Stephen's warm seed inside your mouth. With your other baby boy tucked beneath you, he hadn't come with his hand alone and felt the cravings of needing to feel your tight, wet pussy clenching his cock like a vice.

You were utterly sensitive and trembling. Mike slid off in between your legs, his lips glistening in your juices as he proudly licked them off with his tongue. He needed in from how hard he is at the moment. Stephen was heaving breaths from his first blow-job---listing it off as the best from his sweet miss. You've swallowed him all, sticking your tongue out for him to see his warm white seed all in your mouth before gulping him whole.

Stephen's baby blue eyes were in a daze as you moaned from his salty, rich taste, hearing a soft, weak whimper from such a provocative action shown to him. He reached out and planned to give you the kiss you promised when your head was turned by Mike who knelt behind you, holding your chin to turn your head and kiss you fully on the mouth. His tongue slipping inside to give yourself a taste.

"Please---Oh, please let me fuck your pussy. I need to cum inside you," Mike mumbled in between making out. He could feel Stephen's piqued eyes softly glaring at him in his peripheral vision---adamant of his sudden distraction by having his promised kisses that he needed to feel and have.

Mike deeply whined from how he needed to cum badly, carelessly swathing your tongue with his, fully lapping and giving Stephen a show. Leisurely sucking your tongue before grinning and cocking his head to the side, "What? You've had her mouth. Also, came inside her fucking lips, Colley. I get to have the other. Fair game?" he sing-songed and sarcastically mentioned, widely smiling before his eyes turned mischievous when he'd abruptly reached down to his fingers along your folds, circling them to catching onto your cream before pulling them back and obscenely slipping them inside his mouth.

Your heart rate spiked up from his profound eagerness.

"Mmmh," Mike lowly purred, devilishly grinning as he hastily pushed you down the bed. Stephen turning more flustered and intentionally being ignored by your naughty boy who happened to always like annoying the heck out of him.

His fingers left his mouth with a wet pop, immediately taking your ankles to pry your legs open wide---seeing how drenched you were against the dim lights; milky and leaky just like how your boys want them and he couldn't help but hum another before avidly shifting in between the homey cavern he decided to take raw. Determined for that punishment he knew would eventually come around for being roguish---disobeying your scolds over Stephen, meekly slithering your way to join in the fun you had with Mike who had you pinned on the bed.

"Definitely taking this pussy first, Ma'am."

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