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goryhorroor · 10 months
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final/survivor girls
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lostcryptids · 7 months
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Funny old design i dug up in my files
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boxcutterbunnyz · 6 months
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I want this SO BAD
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morgue-ratt · 1 year
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New mug alert
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mvessickart · 2 years
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Everyone's favorite Disney Princess✨️
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temperancevalkyrie · 1 year
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We have such sights to show you ⛓️🔗🪝🩸
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silverswiss · 1 year
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Gangs all here!
(A lot I don’t know)
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blackaltarapparel · 2 years
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The HELLRAISER CLUB tees process is a wrap!
This killer HELLRAISER / STRANGER THINGS mashup is available now! 🔥
Limited to 50 pieces!
WE SHIP WORLDWIDE! ⛓ 🔥
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Celebrate
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TW: smut. Fluff. Language. 
SUMMARY: Trevor makes your birthday one to remember. 
WORD COUNT: 1700
REQUESTED:
@rafecameronzwhore asked
OK IK U JUST GOT BACK AND I FEEL REALLY GUILTY ASKING THIS BUT… 
Rafe and Trevor birthday fanfic (2 separate fanfics) bc my b day is in April (17th) and idk how long it takes you to make a fanfic so I'm requesting it early.
Request: can you make it fluff and smut so like in the morning there all sweet with gifts and lots of kisses and extra love but at night they show you how much the love you iykyk (😉 😉 😉). 
Celebrate
You weren't much of a fan of your birthday as if the last few weeks were any indication, you would be spending it alone. Your boyfriend seemed to make every excuse to not be at your side, taking any and every shift to keep busy. A handful of arguments and you appeared to pass more like ships in the night than the loving duo you'd become since the conception of your relationship. And to make matters worse, you woke up to find the bed empty yet again. Not even able to find his warmth before he had decidedly forgotten about your birthday as he took another early shift. 
Coffee. At least you had coffee. You had every intention of downing the bitter condition in swift gulps to prepare for the lackluster day ahead. But as you came out of the bedroom of the apartment, you stilled in disbelief. 
"Shit!" Trevor exclaimed as a balloon popped once he gave it too much air. But it was one loss in contrast to the countless ones that filled the space. Something that must have taken hours. Something that would have been the excuse as to why you came home to find him making an excuse of another late shift he needed to sneak out for. 
"Trev…" You couldn't even bring yourself to do anything but bury your face in your hands as he was quick to pull you against him. 
"Hey hey hey…what is it?"
"I thought you…forgot or didn't…didn't care…"
"Are you kidding?!" He scoffed. "It's the one day of the year I get to make it about you and you can't protest…come on…" He led you to the table, where a handful of gifts were left. Despite the quick wrapping job done with newspapers and thin strips of tape used to make it stretch, he found a way to adorn everything with his care. 
"Open the small one first, I'll make your coffee." He kissed your head as you pulled it to view. The first gift was a small necklace, perfectly dainty, hanging from a silver chain. The smile on your face was well worth the shifts he'd taken to pay for it instead of having stolen it, which was more tempting as he could spend more time in bed with you. 
"Now that one…" He pointed to the gift on the far left, setting the coffee beside you and pulling up a chair at your side. You opened up the wrapping to find a stack of vinyls you'd been in search of since you started dating. 
"Where did you even…"
"I know a girl…" your brow raised. 
"Just a friend…" he nodded to the final gift. 
"Now don't give me shit about it, okay…I just-" Before he could fumble further, your eyes watered at the thought put into it. A small photo album. But the slots were filled with destinations. 
The Eiffel tower. The Colosseum. The statue of Jesus in Rio. Pictures and notes made by each one. "Ravaging each other in Rio.", "Getting cuddly at the Colosseum," You chuckled at his choice of words, finding it hard to imagine him actually saying them out loud. But now, you had them in writing. 
"I might not be able to take you there this year…but I promise, you'll get to see those places one day." He took both of your hands and carried them to his lips, almost as if he was trying to warm them. 
"I promise, baby." Your eyes met for only a second before you climbed over his lap in a straddle. 
"Whoa, I was gonna make you pancakes with that little face with whipped cream…even got the flavored kind you like-" Your lips fell to his jaw and into his ear, where he dug his nails into your hips as you continued your endeavors. 
"I love you, Trevor…" You whispered into his ear, feeling him smirk as he led you closer against him. 
"I love you, baby…"
"I want you to show me…" 
"Yeah?" You nodded. 
"Consider it my birthday wish…" You bit your bottom lip as he lifted you onto the table, standing between your legs. His hands were soft to divide your thighs wider as he grinned to the brush his thumbs made at your core. 
"Tell me what you want…I want to give you exactly what you want, birthday girl." He kissed you sweetly as you could only nod. 
"My fingers?" 
"Please-" You gasped as he was quick to accommodate. Your panties ruined by the second lap made by his touch around your clit. 
"So wet…" He spoke to himself with pride. 
"Should have gotten you panties instead…" He smirked as your eyes rolled. His humor was replaced with focus as he parted your panties to the side and pressed one finger inside. 
"Yeah?" 
"Yes!" A second made you shudder. 
"That okay, baby?" 
"More than!" You groaned, the heel of his palm at your clit as he made slow work of your inner walls, bending to the perfect degree to tease you. 
"Fuck!" You rode into his hand. "I love your fingers!" You winced as he nodded. 
"I can feel just how much with how hard you're clenching around me…shit…" He moaned to the way you clawed into his wrist. 
"Ride it baby…until you're dripping for me…" 
"I am! Please Trevor!"
"Just ask. Whatever you want, it's yours…" 
"Your mouth." He smirked but didn't take you here. Instead, he pulled you to the ledge of the table, flipping you onto your stomach, and spreading your cheeks. 
"Sorry baby, I'm greedy." He slapped your ass and began lapping at you from behind. The sounds that should have made you blush only motivated the motion of your hips against him. A selection of slaps to your ass were made in the precision of his tongue to your clit so you would be riding that talented muscle when your body leveled back in place. 
"Jesus!" You whimpered, legs trembling as Trevor kicked your legs wider apart. 
"Come for me. Come for me so I can fuck you how you deserve." He slapped your ass again, this time, teasing the separation of your cheeks just to hear that gasp. 
"Ah!! Ahhh! Right there!!!" You confessed as his mix of pistoning fingers, slaps, and tongue has you expelling in seconds. 
"Come here." He growled as he lifted one of your legs to the surface of the table to make his depth surreal as he dropped his own swears and aligned himself with you. 
"Should I give you your age in spankings or orgasms?"
"Oh fuck…" He pushed inside slowly. 
"Decide baby or I'll just do both."
"Both!" You moaned as he began to pump. 
"One down…" He teased, slapping your ass as you were splayed before him,
"Give me that clit, baby…I'm working on two…" You armed your hips just enough to let his hand rest between your legs, but it was a regrettable mistake. He was vicious, rubbing you as you rode against the ridges of his cock, your body already oversensitive. 
"Fuck! FUCK! TREVOR!"
"That's right baby…sing for me…just like that…shit!" He hissed as you rode back into him, the sight of you swallowing him between your thighs was enough to make him buck against you as if he was enraged. 
"Slowly…" he corrected,edging you as you gripped onto the edge of the table as it continued to shake beneath you. 
"Oh my God…."
"Right there, right baby? That spot right there?" He took hold of your hair until you were dependent on only his grip. 
"That's my favorite…because it makes you whimper for me…" You showed the truth behind his narration as his other hand came to your breast. 
"And I know you want this…" He twisted your nipples as your body nearly convulsed. 
"Give me your second…" He groaned. 
"Oh fuck-" You gasped, a silent orgasm reading through you before he pulled you to the kitchen. 
"Three…whipped cream…" He added, pulling the container from the fridge as his fingers replaced his cock. 
"Might be four if you don't slow down!" You wanted as he bent you towards the sink, watching the marvel of your pleasure across your face. 
"I love when you come for me…so fucking beautiful…" 
"Give me…" you tore the whipped cream from his hand and dropped to your knees. 
"Shouldn't I get a candle?"
"Would you settle to blow me out instead?" He winked, you ignored the pun as he winced to the chill of the whipped cream made on his shaft. 
"Slow baby…" but you ravaged him. Cleaning every drop from his thick cock before replacing it and repeating the process until you were nothing but teary eyes and a smirk. 
"You got your cream…give me mine." He lifted you around him and took you again. Hard and fast, a third orgasm rivaling the two before. 
"Couch-" You managed, half blissed and half brainless. 
"The shower. The wall. The bed. We're doing it fucking all…but I gotta come…make me come baby-" You were set over him on the couch. 
"Nuh uh…your pussy…" He slapped your ass as you tried for a continued blowjob. 
"This is for me…" He led you into a vicious bob over his cock, your thighs already clenching to the way his thumb brushed over your clit. 
"Four?"
"Five! Give me two!" Your body screamed against you but you were addicted. 
"Fuck…" he grosned, holding your hips locked as he fucked up into you. His mouth was latched to your breast as you came once more, gearing up for an unbelievable fifth before feeling him come undone with your name a growl from his lips. 
"You get ten minutes and I'm trying you to the fucking headboard until we get to ten…" 
"Then what?" 
"Then spending the rest of it in the shower…dirty girl…" he slapped your ass as you teased his cock still wet within you by a rolling of your hips. 
"My dirty fucking birthday girl…"
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goryhorroor · 1 year
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horror + blue
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thundergrace · 2 years
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Such an interesting career Jamie has had. How exciting 😊
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boxcutterbunnyz · 6 months
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I wanted the Spaulding and Tortured Souls ones so bad!!!
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starkeyba3 · 2 years
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I have a surprise yall🙈🙉
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mcufan1066 · 2 years
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My thoughts on Hellraiser. (Spoilers)
Before we get into the new Hellraiser, let me talk about Hellraiser and Hellraiser II for a moment so that you know what I was looking for/expecting in this one.
In the first two Hellraisers the Cenobites seem to be servants of Leviathan, Lord of the Labyrinth, a plane of Hell. Leviathan's purview seems to be sensations of the flesh, both pleasure and pain, or the lack thereof. Aside from torture that was inflicted on the various people in the movies, Frank Cotton was punished in the second movie with sexual teasing, but the inability to gratify those desires of the flesh. In the movie lore, those who open the box are people that have reached the very edges of sensual sensation and are now looking for ways to go beyond it.
The movies also, in a lesser way, deal with the thought of doomed souls. Frank, Julia Cotton, Dr. Channard, and most importantly Kirsty Cotton are marked by the puzzle box (Lemarchand's Box). Tiffany avoids being marked because that isn't what she is. Over the two movies, and again in the eighth movie, the Cenobites tell Kirsty that she can't escape her fate of coming to the Labyrinth.
I found the new movie to be fairly good, and to somewhat continue on the two themes from the first movies. Both Riley and Roland Voight gain the attention of the Cenobites once the progress of the puzzle starts. Pinhead specifically lets Riley know that she must continue the puzzle lest she become consumed herself. Like Kirsty, she is now a doomed soul. The sacrifices, meanwhile, seem to be dragged down into the Labyrinth in order to suffer an eternity of pain. Voight is given a gift of sensation beyond anything he's ever known, but it turns out to be a devil's deal. The new movie also answers why Lemarchand's Box is called the Lament Configuration.
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Anyone else curious about the new Hellraiser movie? I forgot about it until my brother told me the trailer is supposed to be released this Friday.
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morgue-ratt · 2 years
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Netflix’s Texas chainsaw Massacre < Hulu’s Hellrasier
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