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lefteagleblizzard · 14 days ago

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𝔄𝔩𝔩 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰, 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰, 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢 Until dawn males x male reader

Summary: No plot, no games. Just you, Mike, Matt, Josh, and Chris. All at once. Pure, chaotic indulgence.

Tags: He/Him pronouns used for the reader. Pure smut. Fivesome M/M/M/M/M. Mike Munroe x male reader; Matt Taylor x male reader; Josh Washington x male reader; Chris Hartley x male reader. Set before the events of the game. Matt and Emily broke-up before the events of the game. Mike and Jess are not together in this. Bottom male reader. Smut. Gay smut. Dom Mike Munroe. Gentle dom Matt Taylor. Dom Josh Washington. Anal sex. Blowjob. Riding. Rimming. Multiple orgasms.

Words counts: 5000 words

You had them all wrapped around your fingers, and it was an immense joy to play with them. Not out of malice or cruelty, of course-but there was a certain satisfaction in seeing the way their gazes lingered, their breaths hitched and their confidence faltered when you leaned in just a little too close or said something with just the right amount of weight to keep them guessing.

There were moments, little instances, that made it clear you had each of them hooked. It wasn't your intention to drive them mad… at least not at first. But the way they reacted was too delicious to resist.

You’d spent weeks playing with fire but tonight, the tables had turned. This time, you weren’t the one in control. They’d had enough of the games, and now they were going to show you exactly what happens when you push four people past the point of restraint.

The lodge was quiet save for the sound of labored breaths and soft murmurs, the air thick with heat and longing. You were at the center of it all, the warmth of their bodies pressing in on every side, their touches drawing electric shocks along your skin. It felt dizzying. Four pairs of hands, lips and eyes focused entirely on you, each man contributing something unique yet utterly in sync, a symphony of raw passion and mutual understanding.

Mike's lips were on your neck, teasing and tasting, his breath warm as he hummed lowly against your skin. His grin, that infuriatingly cocky smirk you both loved and hated, was unmistakable. "You look like you're about to melt, babe," he murmured, his voice teasing but with a sharp edge of desire.

His hand caught your chin roughly, turning your face toward him with an assuredness that made your stomach tighten. His lips crashed against yours, the kiss demanding and hungry, his tongue boldly invading your mouth to taste every inch of you.

Behind you, Josh's hands were languid and exploratory, sliding down your spine with a deliberate, almost lazy sensuality. You shivered as his fingertips slipped beneath your shirt, pushing the fabric upward to expose more skin before lowering his head to place a soft kiss at the nape of your neck. His free hand moved lower, cupping your ass firmly, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. He knew exactly how to make you arch into him as his fingers pressed and prepped you with an expertise that left no room for hesitation.

Chris knelt in front of you, his glasses slightly askew as he focused on undressing you. His hands were careful, reverent even, as he tugged your pants down, leaving your thighs bare. His lips brushed against the sensitive skin he revealed, soft kisses trailing upward. Mumbling things to himself with a sheepish laugh.

Matt's hands, meanwhile, took a grip on your cock was firm, his strokes deliberate, but there was a boyish nervousness in the way he watched your face, as if gauging every reaction, his thumb brushing over the sensitive tip to coax a groan from your lips. "Is this good?" he asked, the vulnerability in his tone endearing even as his hand tightened around you, his pace quickening slightly as he grew bolder.

And then there was the maddening sensation of their erections, hard and insistent, brushing against your body no matter which way you shifted. Mike's cock pressed against your hip as he deepened the kiss, grinding subtly against you while his hands slid possessively over your waist. Josh's was hot and thick, nudging against your lower back every time his fingers dipped lower, a teasing reminder of how ready he was. Chris's arousal was obvious against your things as he adjusted himself, his lips faltering momentarily as his need became more apparent. And Matt pressed himself against your own hardened length he was workshopping so delightfully, his breath hitching each time you shifted even slightly.

"Look at you. Completely wrecked already, and we haven't even gotten started." Mike growled, his voice rough with want as he finally pulled back from the kiss, his lips red and slick. He ran his thumb across your bottom lip, his grin widening as he noticed the way you shuddered under his touch.

The four of them moved you as one. Their hands, lips and bodies guide you seamlessly across the room. Your head spun, heat coursing through every inch of your body, amplified by the way their combined attention stripped away any sense of composure.

Mike seized his moment with a predatory grin, his arms circling your waist in a rough pull that left you gasping. His chest pressed against yours, the heat of his body seeped into you, breath hot against your ear as his hands roamed across your back.

"You're not going anywhere," he growled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. His teeth sank into the tender flesh of your neck, a sharp flash of pain igniting a gasp that turned off any reply you were trying to formulate.

Your head fell back, the sensation radiating through you as his tongue followed, soothing and savoring the mark he left. "Fuck, you taste so good," Mike muttered, his voice muffled against your skin. He bit again, a little softer this time, his lips curving against the bruise as if reveling in your reaction.

Mike didn't linger long. His grip shifted as he spun you around, your back colliding with his solid frame. The sudden contact left you breathless, his hands strong on your hips as he pressed his arousal firmly against your ass, bending you over the couch. "Think you can handle this?" he teased, his voice low and dripping with challenge.

The plush cushions yielded under your weight as your arms sank into them, your chest heaving against the fabric. Your head hung low, your breathing ragged as Mike's hands pinned your hips in place. Every nerve in your body was on fire, heightened by the faint, tantalizing sound of a zipper sliding open behind you. The anticipation was dizzying, making you arch instinctively.

From the corner of your eye, you caught sight of the others close by, their gazes fixed on you with a hunger that sent your heart racing. Their hands moved to their own clothes, slowly stripping away the last of their barriers.

You couldn't help the grin that broke through your panting as their clothes joined the pile already scattered across the room.

"Enjoying the show?" Chris asked with a crooked smile, his voice laced with nervous humor that somehow made the moment even hotter.

Josh chuckled darkly, his eyes locked on your bent form. "He’s definitely enjoying it," he said, his tone dripping with confidence as his fingers trailed down his own chest.

Matt didn't speak, but the way his eyes roamed your body, his lip caught between his teeth, said more than words ever could.

Mike's hands tightened on your hips, pulling you back against him with a deliberate grind that left no room for doubt about his intentions. His weight settled over you, his firm chest pressing into your back as he leaned down, his breath tickling your ear.

The heat radiating from his body was almost overwhelming, the hardness of his cock pressing insistently against your entrance. You couldn't stop the sharp intake of breath as he shifted, his hips grinding forward enough for you to feel just how big and hot he was.

"Shit, you're shaking already," Mike muttered, his voice low and laced with amusement. "We haven't even started yet."

You could hear the faint wet sound as he spat into his hand, his free hand gripping your hip firmly to keep you in place. The anticipation was a tangible thing, winding your muscles tight as you felt him align himself, the blunt head of his cock pressing against you. The stretch was immediate as he began to push in, the size of him forcing a gasp from your lips. He was hot, the heat of him searing as he sank deeper, every inch a mix of pain and pleasure that left you trembling. By the time he bottomed out, you were already lightheaded, the fullness of him overwhelming as he stilled for a moment, letting you adjust. The pressure was intense, toeing the line between pleasure and pain.

"Goddamn," Mike groaned, his voice a low, guttural sound as his hands gripped your ass firmly, his rough palms spreading you wider to take him in even deeper. He didn't wait long before he began to move, pulling back only to slam into you again with a force that had your fingers clawing into the cushions beneath you. Each thrust was deliberate, his pace building as he set a rhythm that left you breathless.

His cock stretching and filling you with every stroke, hitting that perfect spot inside you that made your vision blur. His hands stayed firm on your ass, gripping and kneading as he fucked into you, his hips snapping with a precision that made your brain go blank with each thrust.

The rhythm he set was relentless, each thrust driving deeper, the friction making your entire body sing. Your knees trembled, your head dropping forward as your hands scrambled for purchase against the cushions. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mingling with your soft gasps and his gruff moans.

"You feel that?" Mike said, his voice ragged as he thrust particularly hard, making you cry out. "Tight as hell. Makes me wonder if Josh even did his job right," he added, throwing a glance over his shoulder at the others. His smirk was audible, and the teasing in his tone was unmistakable. "Doesn't feel like you prepped him at all, man."

Josh let out an irritated huff, shifting in his seat, his voice rising in protest. "Oh, come on, man. You know I did—" Josh's words faltered for a moment, his frustration bleeding into his tone. "Just shut up and enjoy yourself."

Then Josh leaned in closer, his breath warm against your other ear. "It's not fair," he whispered, the edge of a whine in his voice. "I wanted to be the first one to wreck you." His words sent a shiver down your spine, his hands brushing lightly over your lower back as if to remind you he was still there.

Mike, hearing the way Josh's voice dropped, chuckled darkly, his grip on your hips tightening as he picked up his pace, his thrusts growing rougher, more insistent. "Quit whining, Josh. You'll get your turn. Right now, he’s all mine." he shot back, his words punctuated by a particularly deep thrust that had you moaning loudly. His tone was taunting, the kind of playful arrogance that only made him more infuriating—and irresistible.

His pace quickened as he adjusted his angle, hitting a spot that made your vision blur.

Meanwhile, Chris was sitting beside you, his lips brushing your cheek in soft, fleeting kisses. His touch was a stark contrast to Mike's roughness, grounding you even as your body trembled. "You're doing so good," Chris murmured, his voice gentle and full of warmth. "Just let go, okay? We've got you."

The kindness in his tone, paired with the way his fingers traced soothing patterns along your arm, made your chest ache in the best way.

Matt, on the other hand, was silent. You could feel his gaze from across the room, wide-eyed and transfixed. When you risked a glance in his direction, his lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out. His mouth hung slightly open, his gaze darting between your trembling body and the other men, a mix of awe and arousal evident on his face. He shifted slightly, almost like he wasn't sure what to do with himself, but his attention never wavered, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he watched, enraptured.

A broken moan passed through your lips as Mike's thrusts grew sharper, each one sending waves of pleasure that left you teetering on the edge. Even in this state, you were still capable of hearing Josh and Chris’s teasing retorted toward Mike.

Chris chuckled softly, his arm draped over the back of the couch. "You're like a kid that doesn’t want to share his favorite toy. We're here, man. Share the wealth."

Mike's breath was still heavy as he slowed his relentless pace, the sweat on his brow glistening in the dim light of the lodge. He reluctantly pulled back, groaning as he did, his cock sliding free with a slick sound that left you shivering from the sudden emptiness.

"Christ," he muttered, dragging the back of his hand across his forehead as he turned toward the others. "You all are so impatient. I'm making him feel good, alright? Can't leave him aching and wanting more."

Josh smirked from his place on the couch, his eyes sharp and teasing. "Sure, Mike. Real selflessness of you to hog him like that. Totally about his pleasure."

Mike opened his mouth to retort, but you used their banter as your chance to slip away. Shifting slightly and carefully, you pulled your leg over the edge of the couch and crawled across the cushions, the soft material sinking under your weight. Your gaze locked onto Matt, who sat slightly apart from the others, his wide eyes and flushed cheeks making him look almost overwhelmed.

As you approached, his knees shifted apart instinctively, giving you room to straddle his lap. The warmth of his body greeted you immediately, his erection pressing firmly against your own, the friction making you gasp quietly. Matt froze for a moment, his hands hovering hesitantly at your sides as you cupped his cheeks with your palms.

His brown eyes searched for yours, a mixture of shyness and awe written across his face. A nervous grin broke through his expression as his hands finally settled on your hips, squeezing lightly as if testing the waters. "You alright?" you asked softly, your voice tinged with teasing. "You've been sitting there so quietly. Hurts my feelings, y'know."

Your teasing seemed to loosen something in him, the tension in his shoulders melting away as his lips curved into a shy grin. "No! No, it's not that," he said quickly, his hands tightening slightly on your hips as his gaze finally met yours. "I just… didn’t really know what to do…" He trailed off, his eyes trailing down slightly before he managed to add, "You're really handsome."

His honesty made your chest ache in the best way. You chuckled, the sound soft and warm as you leaned in closer. Slowly, you closed the distance between you, giving him plenty of time to pull away if he felt overwhelmed—but he didn't. Instead, Matt met you halfway, his lips pressing against yours in a tentative kiss.

It deepened quickly, his nervousness giving way to something more heated. His hands gripped your waist more firmly, guiding you closer until your chests were flush against each other. Your fingers slipped from his cheeks to the back of his neck, threading through his hair as the two of you melted into each other.

Breaking the kiss with a soft gasp, you braced yourself on his broad shoulder, your other hand sliding between your bodies to wrap around his cock. Matt groaned immediately, his head falling back slightly as his grip on your waist tightened.

You angled his cock carefully, positioning yourself above him before slowly sinking down. The stretch was intense, the heat of him filling you inch by inch until he was fully seated inside of you. A broken moan escaped your lips, your forehead dropping to rest against his as you adjusted to the overwhelming sensation.

Matt's hands roamed your sides, his touch grounding you as he whispered your name like a prayer. "You feel… amazing," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. His lips found your jaw, then your neck, trailing kisses along your skin as you began to move.

The rhythm you set was steady at first, each lift of your hips sending a jolt of pleasure through both of you. Matt's hands guided your movements, his fingers digging into your flesh as his breaths turned into soft groans. The friction between your bodies was electric, every thrust driving you closer to the edge.

As your head rested against Matt's shoulder, lost in the haze of pleasure, a new presence appeared in front of you. Josh leaned over the back of the couch, his hand cradling your cheek with playful intent. "Hey, beautiful," he said with a smirk, his other hand stroking his cock slowly as he watched you.

The invitation was clear and you didn't hesitate. Shifting slightly, you leaned forward, your lips parting as you took him into your mouth. Josh hissed sharply, his free hand tangling in your hair as you moved, the taste of him filling your senses.

The combined sensations of Matt's cock buried deep inside you, stretching and filling you with every thrust, and Josh's cock sliding over your tongue, his groans of approval, sent heat coursing through your veins.

"Fuck," Josh murmured under his breath, his voice strained as his hips bucked gently. His hand tightened in your hair, guiding you with just enough pressure to make your stomach twist with want.

Matt's thrusts grew more erratic beneath you, his grip on your hips almost bruising as he chased his release. "Fuck," he gasped, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're gonna… make me…"

His words dissolved into a groan as he came, his cock pulsing inside of you as he spilled himself completely. The warmth of him, combined with the vibrations of Josh's groans above you, sent you hurtling toward your own climax.

Josh wasn't far behind, his hips stuttering as he held you in place, his cock twitching on your tongue as he finished. The taste of him flooded your mouth, Matt’s deep groans echoing in your ears as you swallowed around him.

There was no reprieve for you, not even a fleeting moment to catch your breath.

Mike's hands were firm as they gripped your shoulders, the warmth and strength of his touch pulling you from the hazy cocoon of pleasure you'd settled into against Matt. The sudden pressure made you lift your head, your eyelids heavy, your breaths still uneven. Your body felt like a live wire, every inch of you tingling as you turned to face him.

Mike was on one knee on the couch, his eyes dark and focused, silently commanding you without uttering a single word. He gave your shoulder another insistent tug and though Matt's hands tightened protectively on your hips, you allowed yourself to be guided. The slight shift made you clench unintentionally around Matt's still-hard cock, earning a sharp hiss from him. His fingers dug into your sides, his reluctance to let you go written plainly in the way his grip lingered.

You turned back to Matt briefly, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on his lips, the tenderness of the gesture contrasting the heat still thrumming through your veins. When you pulled back, Matt chased your lips and you couldn't help but chuckle softly at the look on his face, brushing a thumb against his flushed cheek.

Matt's lips curved into a nervous smile as he exhaled slowly, his fingers releasing their hold on your hips with obvious reluctance.

Mike, ever impatient, didn't wait a second longer. His hands moved to your arms, pulling you toward him with a force that left no room for protest. His arms wrapped tightly around your frame, drawing you flush against his body.

"Miss me already?" Mike teased, his voice dripping with cocky amusement as one of his hands slid lower, palming your ass with an unapologetic squeeze.

His lips claimed yours rapidly. His mouth moved against yours with a hunger that left you breathless, his tongue pushing past your lips to tangle with your own. One of his hands tightened its grip on your ass before he pulled back slightly, just enough to raise it. The sharp smack that followed echoed in the room, the sting making you gasp against his lips.

Your protest muffled against his lips as he leaned in to kiss you. His mouth was relentless, his tongue claiming yours with an urgency that left you breathless. The sting of his earlier smack still lingered, the sensation heightened by the way his lips curved into a grin against yours before he deepened the kiss again, hands roaming greedily over your skin.

He maneuvered you easily, his hands guiding your upper body forward until you were on all fours on the couch. Mike's lips never left yours, his kisses growing fiercer, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth like he couldn't get enough.

Your body trembled as you felt someone's breath ghosting over your entrance, the sudden contrast of cool air against your heated skin making you shiver. Before you could process it, Josh's tongue made contact, the first deliberate stroke sending a jolt of pleasure racing through you. The first deliberate swipe drawing a broken moan from your lips. His tongue teasing as it circled your entrance, alternating between soft, exploratory licks and firmer presses that made your breath hitch.

His lips wrapped around you as he gently sucked, his tongue swirling in deliberate circles. Every stroke of his tongue, every gentle graze of his teeth, was designed to make you lose yourself in the sensation. He just loved the way you reacted, the way your hands gripped Mike’s shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself.

Josh slowly pulled back, his lips swollen and wet, his breath heavy as he looked up at you.

"Relax," he murmured, his voice low and rough, as his hands slid beneath you, cupping your butt softly. His fingers gently squeezed, his touch firm yet tender, as he spread you open, exposing you completely to him.

His tongue was on you again, gently circling around your entrance and moving in slow, deliberate strokes, gradually pressing deeper, pushing past the tight ring of muscle with a groan of satisfaction.

You couldn't hold back the moan that escaped your lips, your body arching slightly as Josh’s tongue worked deeper, exploring you from the inside out. His hands gripped your hips tighter, holding you steady as he pushed further, his tongue curling inside you in slow, rhythmic motions.

You could feel the heat building inside you, the pressure growing as his tongue moved in and out of you with practiced ease, his exhaustion only adding to the unhurried pace.

Meanwhile, Mike's kisses didn't falter. He tilted your head slightly to deepen the connection, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before his tongue swept back in. One of his hands slid up your back, tracing a path of heat that left your skin tingling, while the other continued to grip your ass, keeping you steady for Josh.

As if the two of them weren't already driving you insane, a third sensation joined the mix. Chris's hand wrapped around your cock, his grip firm but careful with strokes deliberate and measured.

Behind you, Matt hadn't been idle. His lips found the curve of your shoulder, his teeth grazing the skin there before pressing gentle kisses that trailed down your back. Every inch of exposed skin was claimed, his mouth alternating between soft bites and soothing licks that left you gasping.

Chris’s thumb brushed over your sensitive tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there, and your whole body shuddered in response.

The four of them worked together seamlessly, their movements perfectly in tune as they pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Josh's tongue delved deeper. Matt’s teeth sank into the sensitive spot on your neck. Mike's kisses grew more fervent, his teeth scraping against your lips as his hand slid down to join Chris's, adding pressure to your already overwhelmed cock.

Chris's strokes quickened, his hand tightening ever so slightly as he watched your face for every reaction. "You're so close, aren't you?" he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "Just let go."

The words were your undoing. Pleasure surged through you like a tidal wave, your climax ripping through you with an intensity that left you gasping. Your cock pulsed in Chris's hand as he continued to stroke you through your orgasm, his touch gentle yet persistent.

Josh's tongue slowed as you came down, his hands rubbing soothing circles into your hips as your body sagged against the couch. Mike pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath, his lips brushing against yours in a softer, lingering kiss.

Josh's warm hands left your skin, his mouth trailing off your body with one final swirl of his tongue that sent aftershocks rippling through you. His absence left you trembling, your body still taut with pleasure. You barely registered the squeeze he gave Chris's shoulder as he passed, the playful grin he shot his best friend accompanied by a teasing, "all yours, man. I think you'll appreciate how well I prepared him for you."

Chris swallowed hard, his eyes darting between Josh and you, his cheeks flushed. "Yeah… uh, thanks for that," he muttered, his voice tinged with nervous excitement as he moved into position. His hands were gentler than Josh's, cupping your ass softly as he knelt behind you. His touch lingered on the marks Mike had left, fingers tracing over the now faint red prints as though marveling at the sight of you so thoroughly claimed.

Mike's lips finally broke away from yours, leaving your mouth swollen and tingling from his relentless assault. His hands slid up to cup your cheeks, his thumbs brushing over your skin with surprising tenderness. "You good?" he asked, his voice rough with desire but carrying a genuine note of care.

You nodded, your breath hitching as his hands moved to the back of your neck, guiding you downward with a firm but steady pressure. Your gaze dropped to his cock, the thick length stood achingly hard, the head glistening as he brought it closer to your lips. "That's my boy," Mike muttered, his breath hot against your face. His lips quivered into a grin as he positioned you. "Show me how much you want it."

His hand buried itself in your hair, not forcing but guiding, his movements deliberate as he groaned low in his throat.

Your lips parted, taking him in slowly and the way he hissed above you only spurred you on. Mike's hand tightened in your hair as you worked your tongue over him, the salty tang of pre-cum mingling with the slick heat of your mouth.

"Fuck," Mike groaned, his voice gravelly as his hips began to move, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he began thrusting gently against your lips. "That's it. Just like that."

You slid your tongue up one side and down the other, slowly sucking him in as you began to take him deeper. You moaned around him, the sound vibrating against his dick as you kept moving, taking him deeper with each bob of your head.

Mike's hips began to move in time with your motions, his breath coming in harsh, uneven gasps as he fought to keep control, to keep from losing himself entirely to the pleasure you were giving him. But it was a losing battle, his control slipping as he let out a series of low, guttural grunts, his hands tightening in your hair as he pushed you closer, his need for release becoming more urgent.

You could feel him throbbing against your tongue, the tension in his body building with each passing second. You doubled your efforts, taking him as deep as you could, your hands gripping his thighs for support as you moved faster, more insistently, wanting nothing more than to push him over the edge, to hear him cry out your name as he came.

From behind, you felt Chris lining himself up, the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance. The anticipation made you gasp around Mike, your breath hitching as Chris slowly pushed forward. The stretch was exquisite, your body adjusting to him as he eased inch by inch. Chris's hands gripped your hips tightly, his touch steadying as he finally bottomed out with a soft, shaky moan.

"Holy shit," Chris murmured, his voice breaking as he began to move. His thrusts started slow, almost tentative, as though he was testing how far he could push you. But as you adjusted, his movements grew bolder, the rhythm of his hips building as his moans turned into barely suppressed curses.

The dual sensations were overwhelming. Mike's cock sliding over your tongue, his groans vibrating through your body, while Chris thrust into you from behind, filling you completely. Every movement sent sparks of pleasure shooting through you, your senses drowning in the intensity of it all.

Mike's hips bucked slightly, his pace growing more erratic as he chased his release. "Shit, you're so good at this," he panted, his hand tugging lightly at your hair as he thrust deeper.

Chris, behind you, wasn't faring much better. His hands tightened on your hips as his rhythm faltered, his thrusts becoming less measured and more desperate. His lips brushed against your back, leaving scattered kisses as his groans turned into soft whimpers.

The mix of groans, gasps, and whispered curses filled the room, blending with the wet, rhythmic noises of their bodies moving against yours. It was dizzying, the way they overwhelmed every sense, every nerve ending.

Matt had been close the whole time, his breaths uneven as he watched you unravel beneath Mike and Chris's relentless attention. His wide eyes tracked every movement, every gasp and groan that left your lips. His hand was wrapped tightly around himself, his strokes unsteady and desperate as he tried to keep up with the overwhelming heat of the moment.

As Chris's thrusts grew erratic behind you and Mike's cock throbbed against your tongue, Matt shifted forward, unable to stay on the sidelines any longer. He knelt beside you on the couch, his free hand hesitantly finding the curve of your waist, thumb brushing over your skin in slow, grounding strokes as his other hand quickened its pace.

The sight of your trembling body, the way you moaned and took everything the others gave you, pushed him closer to the edge. His soft groans filled the space around you, the tension in his movements palpable as his hand gripped you tighter, anchoring himself as he chased his release.

When he finally came, his head dipped forward, his breath hitching as warmth spattered across your skin. His release painted your back and sides in hot, sticky lines, each pulse accompanied by a low, barely suppressed moan. His touch lingered over the mess he'd made almost reverently as he muttered something incomprehensible under his breath, his voice low and hoarse.

Even as his breathing began to steady, Matt didn't pull away completely. He stayed close, his hand smoothing over your skin in soft, soothing circles, his presence grounding as the rest of the room spun with heat and noise

Chris was the next to reach his limit, his body tensing behind you as he buried himself deep, his cock pulsing inside you as he came. The warmth of his release sent a final jolt of pleasure through your body, your own moans muffled around Mike's cock.

Mike wasn't far behind. With a sharp tug on your hair, he groaned loudly, his hips jerking as he spilled himself into your mouth. His cock twitched against your tongue, the salty taste of him flooding your senses as he held you in place, his breaths ragged and uneven.

The room fell into a quiet hum, broken only by the sounds of heavy breathing and the soft rustling of bodies shifting against the couch. Mike's hand gently slipped from your hair, his fingers brushing against your cheek before he leaned back, still catching his breath. Behind you, Chris withdrew carefully, his touch lingering as though reluctant to let you go.

Matt’s hands made contact with your shoulders as he helped you sit. You sank onto the couch, your limbs trembling and your body still buzzing from the overwhelming sensations. A comforting warmth surrounded you as Chris wrapped an arm around your waist, his lips pressing a tender kiss to your shoulder. Josh, who had been watching the final moments with a mix of amusement and satisfaction, crouched beside you, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your damp forehead.

Mike stretched out beside you as he traced lazy circles on your thigh. "So… any regrets?" he asked, his tone playful but his gaze soft, almost vulnerable.

You shook your head, a tired smile tugging at your lips. "None."

"Good," he said, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your temple before settling back.

Chris rested his head on your shoulder, his fingers lacing with yours as he let out a content sigh. "We should probably clean up," he said, though the reluctance in his voice suggested he wasn't in any hurry to move.

Josh laughed softly, standing up and stretching. "Yeah, good luck with that. I'm just gonna sit back and enjoy the view for a little while longer."

Matt chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I.. I can grab some towels or something."

The easy banter filled the room, the intensity of earlier fading into something warm and familiar. As you leaned back against the couch, surrounded by their presence, you felt a deep sense of contentment settle over you with this new connection between all of them.

Note: Consider this my (slightly late) Christmas gift to all of you! Writing this was an absolute blast, and I hope you had just as much fun reading it as I did creating it.

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boom-butterflyeffect · 2 months ago

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bless you and your until dawn hcs, they feed the freak in me...[hehe]

anyways until dawn men with a reader who likes biting them and how well the boys would react to it, PLEASE AND THANK YOUUUUU

i am here to feed the freaks

(very slowly tho because my brain sucks a bit)

UNTIL DAWN MEN BITEY STUFF

Matt

Hmm... this is a difficult one. I don't think Matt would be into biting, but if there was a reader who enjoyed biting him, he'd just kinda get used to it, and find it silly and a bit funny. Gets bit and just shakes his head with a sigh and a smile on his face. "You're a weirdo. Y'know that, right?" but his tone couldn't be more affectionate.

Chris

I feel like biting would catch Chris very much by surprise, and he wouldn't know how to feel about it. Could probably initiate some playful wrestling with him restraining your hands, "Would you stop that?" with a big smile on his face. Would make zombie and/or cannibal jokes.

"I know I'm just so irresistibly muscular and whatever, but can you try not to eat me?"

Josh

Oh boy. If you bite, he's biting back harder. I hc him as a bit of a masochist as well as a sadist, and would absolutely LOVE a reader that bites him. Lots of play wrestling, biting, getting pinned, all part of the fun for him.

Now if you bite during sex, that's a whole other thing. That's just motivating him to go even harder.

Mike

Mike thinks it's funny and endearing, even though it catches him off guard sometimes. He gets used to it. He scolds you like you're a puppy,

"Hey, that's not nice." as he pries your teeth from him, with that trademark smirk of his on his face, trying not to laugh.

During sex, it's like a bit of reassurance that he's doing good, and that you're enjoying it, so he's got no complaints.

#until dawn #mike munroe #josh washington #chris hartley #x reader #matt taylor #chris hartley x reader #mike munroe x reader #matt taylor x reader #josh washington x reader

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slasherscream · 9 months ago

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Can you do some more until dawn characters (yandere please) like you’re trying on clothes at the mall and ask their opinion?

YANDERE UNTIL DAWN CHARACTERS + READER IS TRYING ON CLOTHES

A/N: thank you for reading my until dawn content! it's such a small fandom these days, comments/reblogs/anon reviews/asks are appreciated as they let me know people are still reading these.

- Josh has an excellent eye for aesthetics. He may not know all the words/names for the types of clothes you look good in but he recognizes them right away. He’ll try and describe something you should get, give up, wander off, then come back with examples of what he meant while you’re in the dressing room. If the shopping trip is under four hours he can remain locked in the entire time. This is the strength of will and character that comes with being the big brother to two little sisters who got his driving license first. He’s spent entire lifetimes at the mall hyping up the twins. He knows what to do. Overall helpfulness: 8/10.

- Sam loves spending quality time with you. Quality time is one of her preferred love languages, in fact. She picks you up for your shopping day with your favorite coffee shop order in hand, from the best place in town. She’s good with little details like that. You can always count on her to give you her honest opinion on what you pick out. She’s gentle about it, but she’ll never let you wear something she thinks is unflattering. She’s also mindful of waste consumption. With Sam’s help you wind up picking things you love, are comfortable wearing, and that you’ll actually use. Not a penny wasted, no matter how much you spend. Overall helpfulness: 10/10.

- Chris could not possibly, in any version of reality, fix his mouth to give you a criticism about any of your choices. Let alone choices about how you will go about decorating your body. He’s lucky he gets to look at you. It’s an honor! Thank you for honoring him! Every time you step out of the dressing room you will get the exact same answer, very enthusiastically, in the same tone: “That looks GREAT, babe!” You’ll be ready to kill him thirty minutes in. Absolutely worthless feedback. You’ll have to get help from the salespeople who work there for opinions. If you want a ‘yes man’ this is your guy! Overall helpfulness: 3/10.

Hannah is another sap. She’s more helpful than Chris, but only by the slightest margin. If something doesn’t look good she’ll be able to stutter her way around to it…. eventually. She’s nearly petrified at the thought of upsetting you. Never-mind the fact that you’ve asked her how the top looks on you five times now. “Well…. I mean… how do YOU think it looks, Y/N?” As if you’d be asking if you could come up with an opinion yourself. You’ll wind up leaving with only a few items. You’ll have to come back with a friend in a few days. You may need a new wardrobe, but if you need help picking it out, you’ll need a different set of eyes. Overall helpfulness: 4/10.

- Emily is going to be honest to the point that, yes, it will hurt your feelings a little… if you’re lucky. Mileage may vary. If you’re particularly sensitive she’ll hurt your feelings a lot. But god forbid you start trying to take someone nicer shopping with you. She’ll throw the hissy fit of the century when she finds out. Yes, when, and not if. Emily manages to find out everything you try to keep from her. Everything. On one hand you’ll wind up looking the best you’ve ever looked. Your entire wardrobe suits you perfectly. She even buys/picks out things that you’ll like, in your style, even if she finds the style personally distasteful. That’s how much she loves you. It just has to suit you, or else she will say something, and the way she says it is never very nice. You’ll look incredible, but at what cost to your mental health? Overall helpfulness: 8/10.

- Mike isn't very enthusiastic about the activity, but likes the good boyfriend points it garners him. Thus, he will come along whenever you bid him to do so. He’s only got about two and a half hours of shopping in him though, so try and have an idea of what you want to get in your mind. Before you arrive at the stores, please. If you take a long lunch break he can go back for another two hours but this is his hard limit. Knows well enough what you already look good in. Or when something looks downright awful on you. He does struggle a little to help if you’re wanting to try a completely new style. He’s as lost as you. The more underground/alternative/particular the style you want to try is, the worse the advice gets. If you’re just doing a wardrobe refresher this is your man. Overall helpfulness: 6/10.

- Beth makes shopping relaxing. You’ll stay as long as you need in order to get everything you need. She probably had you make a Pinterest board before you guys went out so that you’d be able to refer back to it. She knows getting into the stores can wipe your mind clean of what you needed/wanted to get. She’ll have you guys stop for lunch as well, but then you’re right back at it! She likes seeing your style evolve and change. Her feedback is honest, but gentle. It won’t ever feel like a criticism of your body, just the clothing. You walk out satisfied and always happier than when you came in together. Overall helpfulness: 10/10.

- Jessica is in her element here. Honestly, Jessica drags you shopping with her more than you’ll ever drag her shopping. Spending time together means a lot to Jessica. She never takes it for granted. Thus, she always tries to make any activity, but especially repeat ones like shopping, fun. She probably has a shopping playlist she made for the two of you. You both wear one wireless earbud and get to movie montage with each other. Watch out if the Princess Diaries songs or something Hip-hop comes on, she’ll start dancing to make you laugh. Her feedback is upbeat and positive, but honest. She hypes you up like crazy when you come out wearing something that makes you look really hot! Wolf whistles and everything, your face will be burning up as you flee back into the safety of the dressing room. “Baby, come back! You look smoking!” Overall helpfulness: 9/10.

- Matt knows absolutely nothing about fashion. He tries his very best to help, but he’s at a loss. Only if something very obviously doesn’t suit you will he be able to veto it for you. “I dunno… maybe it’s a little awkward in the arms or…. something?” You’ll have to take a few breaths. However, if something looks good, he can absolutely be a hype man! His eyes light up, he takes your hand, makes you do a spin. All the attention is enough to make you kick your feet and giggle. He can compliment you all day long. To his credit, he can compliment you specifically enough on what looks good. Even if it’s still a little vague. “The color of this makes you look really… wow! You know?” You’ll be able to figure out he means jewel tones make your skin look glowy one of these days. For now, at least you know your boyfriend thinks you’re gorgeous no matter what you wear. Overall helpfulness: 5/10.

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xetlynn · 3 months ago

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Until Dawn- By Your Side: Chapter Two, Promise

(Joshua Washington X Reader)

[One] [Two] [Three]

“I hope this was the right thing to do.” Sam quietly says, it seemed like it was supposed to be to herself. Chris and I give her a confused expression. “What?” He questions.

“You know, getting everyone together on the anniversary.” She explains further. “I mean Josh seemed really pumped about us all doing something didn’t he.” She starts but it was more of a question in the back of her mind. I just look at her with the same expression I’ve held. “Yeah, no, he definitely did.” Chris assures her. “I haven’t seen him so excited about something in… forever.” He continues, Sam looks at me to see if that’s true and I nod my head. “Good, good.”

“It’s hard to tell with him, and I’ve kinda been worried. Only hearing updates through [Name] or you.” Sam tells the blond as I notice her avoiding eye contact with me. I mean she has every right to feel worried about him but why is she acting sort of weird with me right now. “No, no, it was a good idea.” He tells her.

“I hope everybody else feels the same way.” She whispers. “we’re here aren’t we?” I add in, leaning back. “Well thanks bros, good talk.” She playfully punches both of us. “You know what? Let’s just stop talking about what happened and enjoy the trip.” Chris suddenly tells us. “You know what? You’re right.” Sam sighs.

“You know how Josh and I met?” He switches the subject and I smile, remembering it’s because of me that we all met. “No…?”

“Ok, [Name] became my friend in second grade. Neither of us remember how or when that happened but suddenly we were just friends. In third grade Josh sat in the back of the room, I sat in the front and [Name] was also in the back with Josh. She instantly talked with him and they became friends but somehow Josh and I never knew each other existed. But the kid sitting on the other side of him started strap snapping the training bra on the girl in front of him so the teacher made him move to the front- where I was sitting.” He smiles, and I lean back, listening even though I lived through it. It’s nice to hear. “Okay, so?” Sam asks.

“So I got moved to the back!” He exclaims. “And?”

“And next to Josh, that’s how we met! And us three became friends. To this day. Well [Name] and Josh a bit more than friends now.” He chuckles, pushing me closer to Sam and I roll my eyes, shoving him back. “A match made in heaven.” Sam smirks, “Josh and Chris definitely are.” I say, laughing. Chris scoffs.

“If it weren’t for the fact that Jeanie Simmonds hit puberty like three years early and on that day decided to wear a low cut shirt that showed off her training bra. I mean who knows? You could be riding in this cable car alone or with just [Name].” He pulls out a hypothetical and I shake my head. “Right now. Or talking to some other person or persons entirely. Boom: Butterfly effect.” He does a mic drop motion with his hand. “You’re so dramatic, Chris.” I sigh.

The cable car gets to our destination and we climb out. We try to open the door but it doesn’t budge. It had been a couple minutes of trying to get the stupid thing to open. “Jessica, over here!” Sam suddenly calls and I stay in the back after hearing my sister’s name. We were supposed to come here together but after I found out she’s going after Mike, we had a huge argument and I want nothing to do with her. “Uh… are you guys having a really weird stroke?” Jess asks them.

“We’re stuck in this stupid thing.” Chris answers her. “Can you please let us out? Pretty please?” Sam asks.

“Jess, don’t play a dumb prank either, just hurry up.” I tell her, annoyed. She ignores me and presses the button, letting us out. “Oh, my God. I thought we were goners. Another ten minutes in there and I would have chewed off my own leg.” Chris exasperates. “Aw, sick, Chris.” Sam mutters. “Like I said before, you’re dramatic.” I fold my arms over my chest. “Look I got a lot of meat on my bones. This is all muscle down here.” He explains and I just walk away from them. I hear them talk about Jessica having a crush on Mike. Jessica telling them about how she’s with him.

I take my phone out and text my boyfriend. Wondering if he’s got everything set up. I don’t get a response though.

I walk behind everyone as we make our way up to the lodge until I find my way back to Chris and Sam who’s weirdly being quiet. “Chugger gonna make her big come back this weekend?” He asks me and I glare up at him. “Again with this?” I groan, both of us stop walking and I place my hands on my hips as I stand in front of him. “I’m just saying Josh found her pretty hot.” He puts his hands up defensively.

“Chris, we’re 20 years old now, Chugger no longer exists. Plus Josh still finds me hot. Obviously because we’re dating.” I scrunch my nose, irritated on this being a conversation once again. He goes to say something but has a smirk tied to his lips, I glance to Sam who was looking behind me.

Suddenly arms wrap around my waist and I’m lifted up into the air. I let out a squeal, kicking my feet. “Woah!” I get placed back on the ground and then spun around.

“Hello, my beautiful darling.” It was Josh, he pulls me into his arms and I hear him sniff my hair. I let out a laugh. “Hi, my love.” I look up and he kiss my lips. “Where have you been?” I ask him.

“Oh you know, around. Setting everything up. Or at least trying to.” He frowns. “Hm, I tried texting you.” I pull away from him.

“Sorry, haven’t really been on it much with all the running around.” He rubs the back of his head. I stare at him, my face scrunched with confusion. He’s acting weird. He gives me a wink and I roll my eyes.

We get to the stairs of the lodge.

“Man I feel like this mountain gets bigger every time I climb it.” Chris complains, he keeps walking behind me and kicking the heel of my shoe. “Oh yeah? Feels the same to me.” Josh says, grabbing my hand. “Oh come on, you grew up here. It probably feels like it’s shrinking.” Chris huffs.

“I guess that’s true.” Josh smiles, squeezing my hand. “When are you gonna install some cell towers up here? I’m getting withdrawals already.” The blond criticizes the mountain, lifting his phone in the air to try to get some sort of service.

“You got a spare million lying around and I’ll fix you right up.” Josh jokes, chuckling to himself and I smile. “Funny you should say that…” He checks his pockets as we start walking once again. “Ah I think I left it in my other jacket.” Chris points back. “Oops.” Josh shrugs. “Darn, that sucks.” I snap my fingers.

“Hey guys… Get up here okay?” Josh questions the rest of the group ahead of us.

“Yeah… well, more or less. But it’s so good to see you!” Ashley smiles to my boyfriend and then makes eye contact with me, giving a big grin. I’ve always loved Ashley. She’s a sweetheart. I’m iffy about her after the prank but Josh keeps telling me the twins would’ve wanted me to forgive them. It feels like I should be telling him that. In the beginning his anger was strong…

“Sup with him?” Josh motions to an upset looking Matt. Matt just looks away, I let out a breath. “Let’s just get inside.” I whisper, tugging Josh to come up the stairs.

“Yo yo yo! Are we gonna get things moving up here or what?” Chris asks Josh. “Yeah man!” He smiles.

He grips my hand once again and I look up at him. Wondering why he keeps doing that. “Hey… you doin’ alright?” Our friend gets serious, my eyes soften and lean closer into my boyfriend. Wanting to know the same thing even though I’m with him so much. His mind can go everywhere sometimes. “I mean I know it must be really tough without your sis-“

“Stop.” Josh warns him, letting go of my hand. “I just meant that-“

“No I know what you meant. You know seriously I’m over it and I just want us to have a good time, you know? Like we always used to.” Josh turns away from us and I frown, I know he’s not okay. I don’t know why he said he’s over it. He doesn’t have to be over it.

Chris nods his head though, “Right, Chugger could come out like she used to. But she won’t budge through this facade.” Chris pokes my side.

“Shut up about the Chugger thing already.” I throw my head back, jokingly gripping my head. “If my lady says no Chugger, that means no Chugger, sir.” Josh points a finger in our best friend’s face with a smile. Turning back around to try and open the door. “Dammit, this freaking thing.” He curses.

“It’s iced?” I ask. “What else.”

“Maybe there’s another way in.” Chris suggests. “There are a million ways in. They’re just all locked.” Josh continues to try with the door. “There’s gotta be, like, a window round the corner we can get like, get open or something.” Chris tells my boyfriend who stands up straighter at his idea.

“Wait a second, are you saying we should break in?” He questions Chris. “I don’t think it’s technically breaking in if you own the place, right?” Chris laughs.

“Hey, not if I don’t report you.” Josh jokes, making our friend nervous. “Lead the way, Cochise!” He motions him to go back down the stairs.

Once we get down Chris talks to Ashley. Josh and I watching the scene, his hand finds his way back to mine and I feel a kiss on my jawline. “I missed you.” He whispers in my ear and I smile. “I saw you three days ago.” I keeps my eyes looking ahead of me. “Three days too long.” He pulls me closer to him, kissing my neck making me laugh because it tickles.

“All right, all right, love birds. Keep it moving!” Chris orders us, shooing at us like we were cattle or a flock of birds. Instead of arguing we move it. Wanting to get inside. “Ashley was looking pretty hot today, right?” I teasingly ask the blond.

“Yeah if you don’t hit I’m sure Mike will get on that case.” Josh tells him, I pinch his hand, thinking that was a little too far. “Hey, cut it out you two.” Chris shakes his head but doesn’t lock eye contact with us. “Re-laaax I’m just checkin’ to see if there’s some blood flowin’ down there.” Josh laughs. “Tsk yeah…”

“Listen dude. Look around you. Look at these beautiful mountains. Do you see any parents?” Josh even takes a glance around him as he instructed our friend to do the same. “I mean can you imagine a more perfect, ripe scenario, just dripping with erotic possibilities? You, and Ashley, alone at last…” Josh makes up a hypothetical and I can see how these two are best friends. “You’ve laid all the groundwork… you’ve been a perfect gentleman. Now you come in for the kill!” Josh dramatically tells him. I let out a sigh at this awful conversation.

“Maybe you’re right.” Chris smiles.

“You’re a hunter bro. No fear. No mercy. I mean she won’t even know what hit her.” We walk around him and start back up to get to another way inside the lodge. “Alright, alright. I got it. Jeez.”

“You’re gross, Joshua.” I gently push him, he snickers pushing my back but we’re still holding hands. “You know I’m only messing.” He stops us to kiss me on the lips before continuing again.

“So how are we planning on breaking in to my parents lodge, bud?” Josh asks Chris. “Wait, I didn’t say I had a plan-“

“You sounded like you had a plan.” I chime in, Josh hums, agreeing with me. “You better deliver, Cochise, or else you got five lovely ladies who are gonna be freezing their bus off and last time I checked, that’s not a good way to get laid.” Josh tells him, playfully squeezing my hand and I scoff.

“All you think about is your penis.” I mumble. “Mm, maybe.” He whispers back to me. “well shoot, nobody likes cool buns.” Chris says.

Chris walks over to where an emergency axe should be but he lets out a disappointing sounding “oh.” Then he goes over to a cupboard? “Well well well. We got ourselves a thinker. Nice one.” Josh pats the thing, letting go of my hand. They push it over to the closest window. I watch them do the work.

“Who’s gonna get in there first?” Chris jokingly asks us. I shrug my shoulders. “if you want, I can do it.” I offer but Josh immediately pulls me back shaking his head in disagreement. “No, no, let Chris go.” He tells me, I look to Chris who waves it off. Climbing on the thing.

He lifts the window open and climbs inside the building. We hear a thud and him groan afterwards. I wince. “C’mon.” Josh lifts himself up and then helps me beside him but there’s barely any room. “Ugh, I’m okay!” Chris moans. “I should’ve pain more attention in climbing class…” He talks to himself. “You mean gym?” Josh furrows his brows as I laugh.

“Yeah, you know, with the climbing up the rope.” He stands up from the ground and then the light in the room shatters. “whoa.” Josh steps back, I almost slip but I catch myself. “Did I do that?” Chris asks.

“I don’t… I don’t think so. Here, use this.” Josh throws him a lighter. “Whoa- Chris, I just got an awesome idea.”

“Yeah?”

“Totally!”

“Well what is it?” Chris asks, looking up to us. “Okay. So I am pretty sure that I’ve got some deodorant in one of the bathrooms… you could use that with the lighter.” Josh tells him. “I don’t follow. How’s a stick of deodorant gonna help?”

“Spray on. It’s a can.” Josh corrects him. “Ohhh yeah, now I gotcha. “Flamethrower.”

“Just like we do with the lil army dudes.” Chris excitedly remembers and I wince at the memory. The smell of the plastic burning in my nose. “Yup. The ones we melted. Just point the spray-can at the lighter and Fwoosh!” Josh flings his arms up, almost knocking me before he grabbed onto my waist quickly. “Bye-bye frozen lock.” Chris chuckles. “Bingo.” Josh looks to the side. “Alright, so you got this. I’m gonna go sort something out- you up for hunting around in the dark for a little bit?” He asks Chris, I’m confused on what he has to sort out.

“Nope. But I’ll do it.” The blond shrugs. “Godspeed pil’grim.” Josh salutes to him before jumping down and then motioning for me to get on his back. “In the snow?” I nervously ask.

“Yes, I got you.” He says. “I… okay.” I slowly get onto his back and I feel his hands grip my thighs immediately. He makes his way back to the front of the lodge. Sam and Ashley were still sitting there. “I gotta go do something, I’ll be back.” He pats my thigh and I jump down.

“Joshua, where are you going?” I ask him in a quiet tone, we were a few feet away from the stairs still. “Just a sorting out a surprise for everyone.” He doesn’t look me in the eye and I fold my arms across my chest. “You’re acting strange, love.” I tell him.

“I’ll tell you later, I promise.” He puts his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him. “You promise?” I raise my brows, he smiles. “Of course.” He gives me a long kiss before letting me go.

I go over to Ashley and Sam who are huddled up together. “Where’s Chris?” Ashley asks and I laugh. “He’s in the house, gonna open the door for us.” I inform them, sitting with them.

“Where’d Josh head to?” Sam speaks up and I glance off to the direction he was heading. “Um, I don’t actually know. He told me he would tell me later.” I frown, now feeling myself getting colder. “Weird.” She mumbles.

“Let’s go over to the door so we can get that fire started as soon as possible.” I pat both of them and we stand up. Walking up the stairs to the front door.

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not-alesha · 3 months ago

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Now that the until dawn remaster is out, I need more Sam fics. Her and Josh. Her and Mike. With all their new and old scenes. And some actual Sam X Fem Oc. Because come on! Also so excited Hayden actually came back for it. Seems like she was one of the only ones to do so unless I'm missing more of it.

#until dawn #until dawn x reader #sam giddings #mike x sam #sammike #sam x mike #jossam #josh washington #mike munroe #emily davis #jessica riley #ashley brown #chris hartley #hannah washington #beth washington #matt taylor

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The first time the characters have sex I imagine is quite different from the 'normal way' or what they usually do. Like, I think Josh is not the "romantic" type in that setting (maybe after), but just brutal. I think Mike doesn't really do well the first time (a little awkward, don't come after me), but this is just the first time, right? Chris is SUPER romantic, but also quite awkward the first time, not really knowing what you like and stuff. In that section, I think Mike and Chris is quite alike. I'll put Matt in that category too.

I just think Josh will go all the way, and learn everything about you SOOOOOO fast compared to the others.

THIS IS SO CUTE SO LIKE FIRST TIME HAVING SEX THING?? HEHEHEH I LOVE THIS IDEA

i'm going to be writting this as in they are virgins and they lose their virginity to you, someone with a little more experience since it would definitely make the boys that awkward like you said and because writting from my point of view ( non virgin ) is quite difficult lol.

Virgin!UTD men with experienced reader!

( Mike might be a bit ooc cuz he is a plaaaaayboy 🥲 )

Josh

- i think he is going to be the freakiest virgin known to man, he watches porn and makes it very obvious and talks about it. He hypes himself up so much about it no one thinks he's a virgin for god sake

- But then you come along telling him he could put his hype to the test with you and he agrees without hesitation- despite his tone seeming mildly nervous. He takes the lead with pushing you against the door of your room after you close it, hot and heavy making out. It's actually pretty good first time around, his hands resting on your throat while his tongue is down your throat.

- his hand traveling down to unbutton your jeans and slip a hand down to trail two fingers through your core, the wetness from just making out makes Josh moean breathily into your throat while he marks and kisses down it Not overly romantic but not completely uncaring about his actions either, he tugs your jeans down and picks you up with ease as he throws you onto the edge of the bed- forcefully spreading your legs apart to get a good view of the damp spot on your underwear :')

- once you're actually getting to the fucking part he is surpisingly good with his hips, he leans in by your head and in a very deep tone tells you "You..you..know.. i... kinda.. practiced for you.. with a fleshlight?... held it down like i would hold.. you down.. and just fucked it until i couldnt?..." moaning the words into your neck with the filthies voice. Making sure you know just how much he wants you by speaking filthy incoherent nonsense while he fucks you at an unbelievably deep angle

- afterwards he looks at you and laughs and goes "You know what's hilarious...that was the first time i've ever fucked someone-" and you're looking at him completely baffled and amazed.. then leading to another round of you showing him what you can do.

Chris

- I'm gonna be real i think Chris would be awkward and be fine admitting he's a virgin at the start but i think he's a secret freak like.. Josh or more levels of freak i thinm he watches porn way too much 😭😭 like him and Josh probably send eachother porn they think the other would be into

- Chris is so fucking shakey and nervous when you ask him if he wants some experience, but noticing how nervous he is you assure him its fine if he doesn't but he immediately retorts with "No!no.. well.. yes- i-... please?..." you look at him with a surpised grin, taking his hand and leading him to your room and pushing him to sit on the edge of your bed slinging a leg over his hip with your thigh between his legs you lean down to kiss him, but stopping beforehand and asking him if you can and without hesitation he grabs your face with two hands and kisses you, its messy and rough but it's so hot. his hand leads down to your hips as he falls back onto the bed, dragging you down with him, now straddling his hips as your clothed core rests over his very prominent boner.

- ( CHRIS LOVES DRY HUMPING IDC!! ) You try to move forward to climbs over him but his strong hands keep you placed over his hard-on, slightly guiding your hips to grind down on him as he ruts upwards, making the friction dull and needy. you place your hands on his chest and roll your hips down onto his without his help Chris' voice cutting off with heavy breaths and soft sounds. once he gets too needy and too pent up he finally grabs you and flips you onto your back, slotting himself between your legs. Very slowly and deliberately taking your pants and underwear off, but frantically and quickly taking his own off out of desperation. he 100% will rub himself against you in a teasing manner before he slides himself in.

- Chris grabbing a pillow to slot under your hips- finding yourself amazed that this man is a virgin with so much knowledge. he finds that spot so fucking fast and knows he needs to also tend to your clit or else it wont be as fun for you. Finding that he feels close he pulls out, completely put of breath as he whimpers at the sensation- but props himself onto his knees and eats you out just to make sure you finish at least once before he does. groaning and moaning as you pull his hair roughly while he gets you over the edge, finding yourself begging for him to fuck you- his own restraint at an all time low. He fucks you and he fucks you rough, you end up finishing again on his cock while he also finishes, the overstimulation from him eating you out sending you into another orgasm faster than the first, then leading to Chris cumming the hardest he ever has.

Matt

- Awkward virgin with little to no knowledge. Definitely would be more of a submissive guy for his first time, finding he would prefer for someone to inform and lead him, he finds himself insecure over being a virgin but when you propose to help him out he nervously obliges to your question.

- You have to make the first moves, poor boy is so nervous :(. But thinking about having him sit down with his thigh spread while you tease and suck him off, his legs trembling after just a few seconds, embarrassingly close from just a few twists of his cock and some slobber, he whimpers that he's close but when you keep going his voice skyrockets in octave as he grips your hair/head roughly, finishing in under 5 mins :( he feels so bad so he has you lay down so he can take care of you to redeem himself. His fingers softly trailing from your core to your clit, rubbing softly and slowly- almost painfully teasing you, finding your squirming so fucking hot.

- He's quick to learn with his tongue and how to position his fingers, he has a habit of moaning into your pussy bcus he cant get enough of your little sounds and he feels so fucking accomplished. he makes you finish and sucks his fingers while you watch bcus he thinks thats hot lol, and then licks a fat fucking stripe up your stomach and to your nipples, while he slides himself in, gasping into your chest with an iron grip

- he fucks you slow, but sadly cums under a minute :( he will tale a rest and go again though.. many times..

Mike

- Oh poor Mike. oh god where do i start LMFAO, pre-playboy Mike is... by far the most awkward, not exposed to any sexual stuff prior and you cannot beat around the bush when asking him if you can take his virginity, and at first he's like "WHAT?!" and then you coax him into it and maybe you tease the poor boy with some pornos omg.. corrupting him would be so fucking fun.this is my own evil thought that i'll probably write in a different fic thing but.. getting Mike a little tipsy so he's easier to persuade but not pushing him into anything he doesn't want or seems overly nervous to do? yes. god i love thinking of Mike as actually being a loser at heart and not actually being as big of a Playboy as he seems..

- back to the teasing him with pornos but like imagine showing Mike like hardcore porn? like choking kink and its rough and loud and he's just sat staring mouth open with a huge fucking boner he is failing terribly at hiding, tossing your phone and straddling his hips on your bed, grinding against his crotch while he breathes heavy and weakly explains "I-i've never.. um.. i've never actually.. done this before.." and you pushing him onto his back while you dry hump him into cumming in his fucking pants 😵‍💫

- sucking him off and he finishes in under 30 seconds and is embarrassed and acting all cranky and mad about it, lightly pushing you off while he sulks, you quietly undressing behind him on the bed and tapping his shoulder for him to turn around, seeing you naked and splayed making all his anger and frustration with himself dissipate as he slots himself between, i dont see him as someone who would be comfortable eating someone out first time he has sex :') he's a lik stingy alright.

- you ride him, he is guilty of being too inexperienced to feel comfortable on top, but.. he does use his hands on your throat while you ride him, finding your breathless face and voice to be the hottest thing know to man, hence unlocking his choking kink from then on. You take his other hand and show him how to thumb at your clit, he quickly learns that and helps you cum on his cock, himself following quick after

THIS TOOK SO LONG MY APOLOGIES i hope it's as good as you wished if not pls dm with what else you would like in another fic!!

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synnamon-hearts · 2 months ago

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Josh/Matt/Mike/Chris x Chubby!reader 🌚?

hcs or lil drabbles! also.. maybe some nsfw tehe

Oooo, okay!

NSFW down below!

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Josh ~ Surprisingly, Josh has never been one to have much of a preference. The man just wants to be loved by someone finally! So when you come into his life and maybe show him a bit of love he has been craving, he is hooked but asks you out only after a few months of pining away for you. He honestly finds you adorable in every way. Your chubby lil cheeks get him the most. Be careful! He's a pincher! You may have thought that he was doing it to make fun of your weight at first but that isn't the case at all. I believe that due to constant medication changes throughout his life, he had some weight gain experiences himself in the past. So it doesn't bother him in any way. He just pokes at you because he finds you so goddamn cute and he doesn't know how to show it other than being a bug. And he loves how soft and comfortable it is to cuddle you. He likes to lay his head on your stomach or lap while you watch a movie. It's like you are a warm pillow and he adores that. It helps him to sleep better at night too!

He loves your ass and thighs. He enjoys grasping them when he fucks you, feeling the softness between his fingers as he presses them into your flesh. The way your ass jiggles a bit extra when he fucks you from behind has him throthing at the damn mouth. This man is a biter 100%. He will pop a tit in his mouth while you ride him and go crazy! Or your ass, ohhhh it's SO getting covered in his teeth marks! And the way you look in sexy lingerie that he buys you is a sight that will stay on his mind for weeks after. And take his oxygen away. He begs for it. Sit on his face and let him eat his heart content while you smother him under your weight. Nothing will make him happier.

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Matt ~ I think that Matt is that down-to-earth kind of guy who believes that it is what's on the inside that counts. He doesn't think that looks should be the only thing that attracts someone into a relationship with another. However, you still caught his eye and had his heart fluttering from the beginning. He thinks you are the most beautiful person he has ever seen in his whole life. That with your amazing personality, oh it's so a win for him. From the first date and on, you are his everything. He will spoil you, I swear! He takes you to all sorts of different stores and encourages you with showering compliments about how everything looks good on you. His guy is also a hugger. He loves how soft and warm your hugs are. In fact, he could hold you all day if you would let him. Of course, you would have no complaints if that was the case. He is such a sweetheart.

And this goes for love making as well. Oh boy, he is never letting you go once you are in bed or just about anywhere naked with him. He wraps his arms around you and squeezes you tight to him as he pounds into you, enjoying how plush and squishy you are. He wants to feel every part of you in these moments—he wants to get lost in you. He loves it when you wrap your legs around his waist as he thrusts into you, squeezing him tightly to lock him into place. Ugh, it's absolutely divine to him. Do this simple move and that alone will have him coming back for seconds, maybe even thirds! You just have that special effect on him.

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Mike ~ Mike was always the type of guy to go for the typical "pretty girls with barely any waist" girls. So falling for you was quite unexpected for both you and him. It started out as a friendship, both hanging out at parties and joking around together. At first, he found you kinda cute. Your laugh, your smile, your bright eyes, even your belly was a little adorable to him. But eventually, those feelings of adoration grew into something stronger. He began appreciating you in a new light and thinking of you more than usual. It was evident in his heart that you had tamed him, and he was quick to ask you out so he could make you his. Being with him leads to some deeper insecurities for yourself, being cheered always some girl throwing herself at him anywhere you go. But Mike always reassures you by wrapping an arm around your shoulder and kissing your soft cheek, he only has eyes for you.

Fair warning, he is burying his face in between those tits. If you are riding him, it makes it even better. He loves the feel of them bouncing up and down on both sides of his face as you trust up and down on his aching cock. It just makes him crazy! Mike definitely is a pervert, but he can be so romantic with it at the same time. I'm talking candles, wine, maybe some gentle and loving roleplay to ease you into it. He didn't care much about the little things with other girls, but you are different. He isn't used to being with a girl like you, therefore he wants to appreciate and savor you fully and satisfy your every need to show you how much you truly mean to him.

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Chris ~ This man—oh my God—he's smitten. You know he has a low self esteem so he is shy as fuck with you. You almost think he doesn't like you with how backwards and awkward he is around you. It has you feeling pretty down but then Josh—being the awesome wingman that he is—drunkenly tells you about how Chris has strong feelings for you one night at a party. So you make the first move and ask him out on a date. Chris treats you like a goddess. He doesn't care what others think or how they may see you, because all he sees is an angel on earth who he can call his. You have won a special place in the heart of Chris Hartley and you wouldn't be leaving it any time soon.

Now Chris, he's a body worshipper. He thinks that every part of you is beautiful and sexy and isn't afraid to show it in the bedroom. Your full tits? He's sucking them. Your stomach? Oh, he's kissing it all over. Your thick thighs and ass? Man, he will grope the hell out of them. He will do anything you ask of him if it means it's showing you how attracted he is to you. He is also a face sitting craver, and will beg for it almost every time. It's only partly because he loves the feeling of your weight down on his face though. He also just wants to treat you like his beautiful goddess should be treated by spoiling you with his tongue and later his aching cock.

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#until dawn #until dawn josh #josh washington #josh washington x reader #until dawn matt #matt taylor #matt taylor x reader #until dawn mike #mike munroe #mike munroe x reader #until dawn chris #chris hartley #chris hartley x reader #synnysheadcanons

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admirationandromantics · 24 days ago

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What would be every UD characters love language? Like, the type they like that their partner do and what they do to their partner?

Ohhh, I really like this one, and I have thought of it before. These are just personal opinions, but I'll try to explain some of them. This also features Hannah and Beth!

Matt: I definitely think Matt’s love language is words of affirmation. He seems like the guy who’s secretly very insecure, and therefore needs the extra reassurance. Tell him how you feel about him by saying how you love his kindness and generosity, he’ll melt like putty in your arms. This guy will get so incredibly flustered if you give him a genuine compliment.

Mike: I think many people believe that his love language is touch, but I don’t agree. I believe it’s acts of service. He’ll do small things here and there. Get you a drink or food when you didn’t even ask, carry you up the mountain if you’re tired, and drape a blanket over you when you sleep. He loves doing things, feeling useful and wanted. If he just gets over his commitment issues, he’ll do every small or big thing for you.

Josh: I feel like this one is kinda obvious, but I definitely think touch is his love language. I’m not just talking about being sexually intimate, but also the small touches. Holding hands, carrying you, resting his arm somewhere on you at all times. It grounds him, reminding him that you’re real and not a figment of his imagination. This also applies to small pecks and kisses throughout the day.

Chris: I find this one very difficult, and want to say both quality time and touch (always the small ones), but I settled on acts of service for this man too. He loves doing things for you, again, feeling useful and needed. He gets reassurance that you need him when he does these things for you. He always makes you a cup of tea, and loves to help you with different chores throughout the day.

Sam: This one was quite obvious (I think), but I settled quickly on quality time. She wants to do stuff with you all the time, and often physical activities like hiking and climbing. That’s not to say that she likes the less physical activities as well, such as cooking dinner together or watching a movie together. When you’re apart, she’s always eager to send you pictures of what she’s doing and telling you how she wishes you were with her.

Ashley: I’m a bit stumped on this, but I think it’s physical touch. Holding hands, cuddling and kissing is the way to her heart. She likes when you two do different things together, like reading separate books while entangled on the couch. She likes going hand in hand on late night walks and is definitely a hugger at heart.

Emily: This one is gift-giving. She loves giving them, as well as getting them. She gifts from the heart, remembering that one time weeks ago when you said you liked a necklace. She adores when she gets the classic romantics like flowers, chocolates and teddy bears. I promise you that she also bought matching bracelets with your names engraved with them. Even better, they go with absolutely everything.

Jess: I stand firm on this one, and that is words of affirmation. She has always felt like a piece of ass, like an object or just something beautiful for the eyes. She needs to feel like she’s more than that, that you love all her other sides, including her personality. She would melt if you told her how kind her soul is, how passionate and loving you find her.

Hannah: She also loves gift-giving. It’s never necessarily things bought, but rather small projects and crafts. She gives small loving notes, occasionally writes a poem, telling you how you light up the darkness etc. She also loves getting small gifts like hand-picked flowers and a cute notebook. She’ll display the book on the bookshelf and dry the flowers to make a forever bouquet or small trinkets.

Beth: This woman is an acts of service person. She’ll drape the blanket over you when you sleep, help you with your eyeliner and give you one of her sweaters when you’re cold. She loves prepping breakfast, making snacks for a movie night and surprising you with a picnic date.

#until dawn #until dawn x reader #until dawn headcanons #until dawn imagines #ashley brown x reader #sam giddings x reader #emily davis x reader #hannah washington x reader #Beth washington x reader #jessica riley x reader #matt taylor x reader #mike munroe x reader #josh washington x reader #chris hartley x reader

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planethibiscus · 2 months ago

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What would it be like if the yandere characters from Until Dawn were jealous of Reader?

JEALOUSY 🌸 UD

An: I interpreted the wording of this ask as the characters being jealous of the reader, but if you meant over reader, send another request and I'll write that.

Jessica is an insecure individual. She envies both readers looks and confidence. She ties her appearance to her level of importance, so it shocks her how ugly she feels in comparison to you. How little you seem to prioritise your looks might anger her because she has to fight for her presence to even slightly match yours. It makes her feel undeserving of you, like she's not worthy to be anything more with someone so much better than her.

Emily is a control freak. She envies readers influence. She notices your natural ability to sway others around you almost without trying, and it aggravates her that she doesn't possess that same power. People will do things for you simply because they want to. You don't have to play mind games or even ask. It's unfair. She wants that too, because then you'd be so much easier to make hers.

Hannah is desperate. She envies readers nonchalant manner of being. Hannah could never, she's in too deep with the “I love you”s and “I need you”s. She's so easily swept up in the throes of love that she forgets herself. She doesn't want to be less clingy until she sees how easily you cope without her. She resents you for it, how you're able to just keep on living without every thought being about her, whilst her every thought is about you.

Ashley is lonely. She envies readers ability to make friends. Your easy way of making those around you comfortable is something she wishes she knew how to do. She'd use it on you if she could. Make you open up to her, relax a little beside her, but she can't help feeling that she's creeping you out. She wants to share in your peace of not overthinking simple “hello”s and “how are you?”s because it's driving her insane.

Josh is vindictive. He envies readers compassion. He used to be a loving person to all of his friends in his own silly way, but now he feels like an outsider in his own inner circle. He can't stand these people, he doesn't like them anymore, but you do. It makes him bitter, he wishes he could be as forgiving as you are, but watching you be so warm with them leads him to believe that he's just not as good of a person as you need.

Chris is skeptical. He envies readers trust. Chris does not trust himself around you at all. He feels like he'll screw up something, lose some nerve and say something stupid that'll make you never want to talk to him again. He doesn't like how he's beginning to feel uncomfortable around his friends, but he just can't trust them around you, and he can't trust himself to let his guard down when someone else might hurt you, or god forbid, swoon you first.

Mike is invested. He envies readers indifference. Before he met you, he was an easy man with easy morals. Now he finds himself wanting to settle down, his fear of commitment squashed under your smile. But he knows it's crazy to ask you for anything serious when you hardly know eachother, so for once he'll have to dread playing the slow game instead of feeling empowered by it.

Beth is honest. She envies readers filter. She's always been a truthful type, but since meeting you she's become unable to hold words in. Things she doesn't mean to say will slip out and horrify her. Compliments too deep and specific to be from a friend will leave her lips before she realises she was distracted by your eyes. Biting remarks towards old friends will be spat out in a natural way that she fears will disgust you.

Matt is emotional. He envies readers stability. Head over heels isn't a bad way to be in his opinion, afterall it's quite rewarding to have someone who can immediately give you that dopamine boost, but it's also dangerous. You hold far too much power over his mood. A smile from you can set him up for a whole week. A frown from you can ruin his month.

Sam is smitten. She can't find any reason to be jealous of you. There's no need to envy you because she's simply so lucky to have you, even if you're not actually hers yet. Things she sees in you, she doesn't need to have in herself. You bring those things to her life by being there. You fulfil her by being. That's all.

An2: thank you for your request!

#yandere until dawn #yandere x reader #yandere jessica riley #yandere emily davis #yandere hannah washington #yandere ashley brown #yandere josh washington #yandere chris hartley #yandere mike munroe #yandere beth washington #yandere matt taylor #yandere samantha giddings

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cherrypop-xoxo · 2 months ago

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🫡 before i send anything further i would like to ask if you accept nsfw headcanon requests and if not no worries i have a regular request anyways!

Chris, Mike, Josh, Matt with a reader who has a ton of facial piercings? i love seeing peoples take on it as someone with 8 face piercings :)

I’ve never Wrote NSFW Before! But I’d be down to try!!

Also I added girls too! Hope that’s ok!

UNTIL DAWN X READER WITH FACIAL PIERCINGS!!

Ashley Brown

- She at first would be slightly grossed out

- Ashley lightened up to the idea after you tell her that your piercings are expressive

- She physically can’t watch you take them out and clean them

- tries her best to be supportive

Beth Washington

- She instantly falls in love with you again

- She loves how happy you look with your new piercings

- When you have to clean your piercings she offers to help you clean them

- She genuinely is lovestruck with you

Chris Hartley

- Instantly cracks a joke

- His favorite piercing you have is Definitely dimple piercings

- He likes them the best because it makes your smile more unique

Emily Davis

- At first like Ashley she’s not too happy with your decision

- She slowly warms up to it

- Her favorite thing to do with you is help match your piercing jewelry to your outfit for the day

Hannah Washington

- Hannah immediately asks you to get a matching nostril piercing with her

- She’ll ask to touch them and ask if they hurt one by one

- Needless to say, Hannah loves your piercings

Jess Riley

- Jess like Hannah goes with you for your next piercing, she gets a tongue piercing with you

- She holds your hand the whole time she’s getting pierced

- She makes sure to show everyone her new piercing

Josh Washington

- Josh was upset to say the least

- He didn’t speak to you for atleast two days

- Immediately apologizes and makes sure to hold you that night apologizing over and over

- Has a habit of straightening your septum piercing when it’s crooked

Matt Taylor

- Matt doesn’t care for the piercing at first

- Although he’d never tell you that

- He learns to deal with the piercings

- Now he loves waking up next to you and kissing around your piercings to wake you up

Mike Monroe

- He hates them

- Mike starts a fight over them and you leave his house and ignore him all night

- After that night he apologizes and begins to understand why you got the piercing

- would get embarrassed in public with you for the first month but now he just glared at people who stare at you

Sam Giddings

- When you came home and showed her your piercings the first thing she asked was if you were ok

- She followed your answer with a swift kiss before telling you ‘you look awesome’

- Will like Beth help you clean your piercings if asked

- You finally convince her to pierce her nostril after months of begging

- She’s Awestruck by how happy you are with your piercings and she wouldn’t change that for the world

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willows-writings · 2 months ago

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Of Butterflies and Consequences: An Until Dawn Interactive Fanfiction

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Chapter 1: Friendship: Ten Hours Until Dawn

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OBaC Masterlist

a/n: Ok guys hi!! So this chapter is gonna start with a bit of world building I won't lie. It's really just to establish who you are in this world and where you stand with everyone.

cw: past death, mental health struggles, mentions self inflicted pain

tags: @lousypotatoes @moyo5653 @morgy3456 @pecxiebu @ohantonia (I'm so so sorry if I didn't get everyone!!)

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one year later

Blackwood Mountain was a gorgeous as you remember it to be. You had been there more times than you could count, more than anyone else in the group. Either with Hannah and Beth for a weekend of gossip and hot cocoa, the entire Washington family who treated you as one of their own, or just you and Josh who would insist on lighting every candle in the house to establish a "romantic atmosphere".

All those visits and none of them took place in the past year.

Hell you don't think anyone has been up to this lodge this whole year except for the police.

Josh had invited you up here two days before everyone else got here to "tidy it up" was his excuse. But really you think it's because he knew he wouldn't be able to handle the first few days here alone.

Ever since the incident you stuck by each other. Your parents knew what had happened had been traumatic for the both of you and more often than not let you sleep over at the Washington's house. On the nights when you didn't, you would often wake up to Josh crawling through your window to sleep with you close to him.

God, you would do anything for Josh, anything at all, but at the same time you were mourning your best friends as well. That's why the two of you clung so close to each other. Having been dating almost a year before the incident it drove your already close relationship even closer together instead of farther apart like most people thought it would. You know even if you hadn't been dating and still just friends you would have stayed with him through thick and thin.

Josh had a hard time, had moments of rage, where he's punch a wall till his knuckles bled and either you or his parents would have to patch him up. His moments of depression where he would scream and cry and tear at his skin and all you could do was hold him and sob with him. Bargaining where you would both sit up at night and ask the universe why? Why them? Why not anyone else?

Inseparable as you were you know Josh had his moments, where he needed a few hours, or a day or two alone. You did too. You always knew to keep an eye on him during those moments, sending him little texts that reminded him that you loved him, asking him how his day was. It worked, and you know no matter how long those moments were he will always greet you with a hug and kiss as well as whispers about how much he missed you and loves you.

You think therapy helped, Dr. Hill seemed like a nice man, and even though at first Josh just seemed worse after the sessions he gradually started to get more and more positive. You know even before the incident Josh had struggled with mental health but before it had been manageable with some therapy, coping strategies and a few pills. After the twin's death, he was prescribed a butt load of pills to take. Sometimes it baffled you how he could remember even the smallest detail about you but completely forget to take his pills for a week straight! You took to writing reminders around his and your room, setting reminders on yours or his phone or just reminding him when you were together, which was often. But in the past few months, he had really been improving. You would show up at his house and he would proudly exclaim he took all his medicine for the day without you even asking.

You were proud of the both of you. Josh hadn't talked to anyone but you and his parents for the first six months but after that, he slowly started to reach out to Chris again. Josh even told Chris a bit about his therapy which is a huge leap in the right direction! He even started talking to Matt again in recent months. He had texted all the girls recently as well! Just little things like a post that reminded him of them or a "how's your day?" As for Mike... you knew he had reached out but not as much as he did for the others. It counted, it was all steps toward healing.

As for you, well, it was hard to talk to them at first. Logically you knew it wasn't their fault but a part of you needed to blame something other than the cold weather so you lashed out on them. It was easy to forgive Sam and Chris, you can't remember much from that night but you know Chris had nothing to do with it and you're pretty sure Sam even stood up for Hannah. Everyone else, it took you a few months to be able to talk or text them more than small talk or a passing comment. Eventually, it got easier and things almost felt like they were before.

About 4 months after their death you walked into the nearest tattoo parlor and walked out with a new tattoo. A butterfly on your right arm, the exact same one Hannah had. You remember going with her the day she got hers and holding her hand through the pain of the needle. Since you had been a few months younger than her at the time and therefore still 17 she had looked at you, winked, and said.

"Y/n the second you turn 18 I am making you go through the same pain I just did. Don't worry I'll let you squeeze my hand this time."

You had laughed and Josh and Beth had laughed when you told them Hannah's promise. But when you showed Josh the tattoo this time he just hugged you and cried.

Since then life has been as close to good as it can get, you had started taking classes at the local community college and you and Josh had been talking about moving out from your parents to buy an apartment together. It was good, you were doing good. That's why it took you by complete shock when one night, as you lay on your side scrolling through your phone and Josh spooned you and watched over your shoulder, he announced he wanted to go back to the lodge.

"What?" You had exclaimed, turning the phone off, sitting up and turning to face him.

He lay on his back and made a noise of affirmation "Yeah, and I wanted to invite the whole group up too, the good ol' annual trip." As he talked his eyes slowly drifted from yours till he was staring at the corner of the room nervously.

"Josh... I want whatever you want you know that, but are you sure this is something you want or do you feel obligated?" You remember once Dr. Hill had told you that if Josh says something out of character you should ask him to clarify if it was him saying it or the grief.

"I-I think it would be nice. You know like a one year anniversary thing, to celebrate them and their lives." His eyes moved and met yours again, "I can't keep avoiding them forever, they are my friends, and even if we're not as close as we used to be I still want to see them. Besides I think Hannah and Beth would have wanted us to be happy at some point."

You stay quiet, shocked by his sudden vulnerablity. But Josh, being Josh, opens his mouth again in a poor attempt to crack a joke.

"Can't stay wallowing, swaddled in blankets forever can we?" He grins lightly.

You let out a groan and bend down to meet your lips with his. After a few seconds of kissing you drawing away, but only a bit so your face is still leaning over his.

"Josh I think it's a great idea, I'll help you plan it all, I love you."

He smiled and leaned up to meet your lips.

And so after helping him set up a quite dramatic video (on par for him) inviting all your friends up and arriving two days early, it is now the day everyone is set to arrive.

"Today is the one year anniversary of the dreadful tragedy that took place on Mount Washing-"

You turn off the small radio you had been listening to and sigh. You're standing in the kitchen with a glass of water in your hand wearing pants and one of Josh's various band t-shirts. At least Josh had seemed chipper this morning, you couldn't say the same for yourself but that might just be slight elevation sickness.

Speaking of Josh he had left a bit a go to see if anyone had arrived yet. You suppose you should go out and join him but it's sooo cold out there.

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Stay inside, stay warm

Try to find Josh

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lefteagleblizzard · 3 months ago

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ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲

Mike Munroe x male reader

Summary: In the eerie sanatorium halls, a Wendigo attack leaves you injured, pushing Mike's protective instincts into overdrive.

Tags: Male reader. He/him pronouns are used towards the reader. Mike and Jess are not together in this. Graphic description of injuries but not too deep. Angst. Happy ending. Heavy make out session.

You can consider this a part 2 of the fist fic i wrote for Mike but it can easily be read as a standalone. Thank you all so much for all the comments and likes on my first Mike Munroe story! Now I have an excuse to write more for him ☜(⌒▽⌒)☞

𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔥

𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔲𝔭𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱

𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢'𝔰 𝔞 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔪

𝔗𝔴𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯

𝔄 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢

𝔍𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔶 𝔞𝔱 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔐𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔥 Part 2 of it

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The oppressive darkness of the sanatorium clung to every corner, the air thick with the stench of rot and decay. Your footsteps echoed faintly as you and Mike moved cautiously through the long, decaying hallway.

Mike was ahead, gritting his teeth as he wrestled with the stubborn door of the room that held a shotgun and ammunition inside. He was trying everything. Shouldering it, kickin it, using his weight to force it open, but it wouldn't budge. The door was rusted and seemed to be mocking his attempts to open it.

"Come on, you piece of shit," Mike growled under his breath, slamming his shoulder against the door again with a frustrated grunt. His breath came out in harsh puffs, fogging in the cold air.

You stood a few feet behind, your eyes flickered nervously around. Every distant creak or scrape set your nerves on edge. You couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching, lurking just beyond the reach of your flashlight.

A faint voice echoed from down the hallway. "Help... please... help me." It was Jessica's voice. Your heart skipped a beat, confusion and fear swirling inside you. Jessica? You thought she was dead.

"Mike, did you hear that?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, already taking a few hesitant steps toward the source of the sound.

Mike's eyes narrowed as he tried to focus on the task at hand. "What? No. I didn't- wait, what did you hear?" He glanced over his shoulder, but you were already moving down the hallway, drawn toward the voice that called out again, more desperate this time.

"Help me, please!" Jessica's voice cracked with pain, and your mind raced. You moved quicker, following the sound into a side room, your flashlight shaking in your trembling hand.

It couldn't be real. It wasn't possible. But the voice was so familiar, so desperate, that you couldn't stop yourself from moving toward it. Your legs seemed to act on their own, driven by a faint hope that somehow, Jessica had survived.

The voice came again, more desperate this time. "Help... please..."

Your heartbeat thundered in your ears as you moved cautiously into the room. The floor was littered with debris, broken furniture, shards of glass, and piles of crumbling wood. The walls were covered in mold, and the air smelled of damp rot.

"Jessica?" you whispered, your voice shaking slightly as you scanned the room. "Jess... where are you?"

The voice, once a call for help, turned into a twisted, distorted mimicry of Jessica's scream.

A figure dropped down from a broken window above. The Wendigo landed with a sickening thud, its bones pressing grotesquely against its pale skin.

The remnants of torn and dirty clothes still clung to its body, a reminder of the human it once was. Its face, a twisted mess of teeth and sinew, sniffed the air, its milky-white eyes darting around the room, searching for movement.

They're blind, they only see those who move.

The creature's head snapped to the left, its limbs twitching unnervingly as it started to replicate Jessica's voice again. "Help me. help..."

The mimicry was perfect, the voice identical to Jessica's, but there was something horribly wrong with the way it was spoken now that you heard it up close. It was hollow, empty, as though it was toying with the memory of the girl you had once known.

You didn't dare to move.

You didn't even breathe.

It was close now, inches from you, its breath hot and rancid against your skin. You could hear the crackle of its joints, the faint click of its jaws as they opened and closed, tasting the air.

Just when you thought the creature would tear you apart, the deafening blast of a shotgun shattered the tense silence. The Wendigo's body jerked violently as the shotgun's impact threw it against the wall with bone-shattering force. The creature let out a shriek, the noise echoing through the room.

"Don't you fucking dare touch him!" Mike's voice rang out, fierce and raw with emotion. He stood in the doorway, shotgun still smoking in his hands, eyes blazing with fury.

He was at your side instantly, his hand grabbing yours and he yanked you out of the room with a sense of urgency. "Run!" he commanded, and together, you bolted down the hallway, your heart pounding in your chest.

You could hear the Wendigos now, their guttural snarls and skittering movements echoing through the corridors.

"I swear, if you ever do something that stupid again, I'll-" Mike began, his voice tight with fear, but before he could finish, another Wendigo screech from behind you.

It was gaining on you both, its skeletal form moving unnervingly fast as it closed the distance. It leaped at Mike, its claws outstretched, aiming to tear him apart.

"Mike!" you screamed as the creature tackled him. Mike grunted as he used the weapon as a makeshift shield, blocking the Wendigo's swipes as they slashed toward his face. The Wendigo screeched, its jagged teeth gnashing together as it tried to claw its way through the weapon. Mike grunted, his muscles straining as he shoved the creature back, the shotgun rattling in his hands.

Its claws raked against the shotgun as it was knocked out of his hands in the process. The weapon skidded across the floor, out of reach, as the creature lunged at Mike again, pinning him to the ground.

For a terrifying moment, you saw the Wendigo's claws hovering inches above Mike's throat, its grotesque mouth open wide as it prepared to strike. Without thinking, you grabbed the machete that had fallen from Mike's belt and charged forward, your heart racing as you swung the blade with all your strength.

The machete barely cut through the thick skin of the Wendigo's head, but it stopped moving. The creature collapsed on top of Mike, its lifeless body twitching.

Mike let out a breathless grunt, shoving the body off him with a groan, his chest heaving from the effort as he turned to look at you.

Mike's eyes were wide, his face a mixture of shock and gratitude. He ran a hand through his sweat-soaked hair.

"Holy shit," Mike breathed. "You saved my ass." His voice was thick with emotion, his usual cocky smirk absent as he stared at you in awe.

Mike's gaze softened, his lips parting as a slow, proud grin spread across his face. The adrenaline still pumped through his veins. You had saved him. You had fought for him. And now, as he lay there on the ground, bruised and battered, he couldn't help but feel a surge of possessiveness and admiration.

How did I get so lucky?

Mike's thoughts raced as his eyes traced over your form, taking in the way you stood, strong and capable and in that moment, with you standing over him, your chest rising and falling with exertion, sweat glistening on your skin, he wanted nothing more than to pull you down to him, to feel you against him. He imagined pulling you close, his hands wandering, his lips finding yours, desperate and hungry.

"You're incredible, man" Mike said, his voice softer now, more intimate. "I mean... I always knew you were tough, but that-"

He was cut short when the sound of another window breaking snapped him back to reality.

Another Wendigo burst through it, moving with a terrifying speed. Its claws were outstretched, eyes wide and blind, as it lunged directly for you. The machete slipped from your grasp, clattering uselessly to the ground as the creature slammed into you, knocking you off your feet.

You hit the floor hard, the impact knocking the wind from your lungs. The Wendigo's claws raked across your side, leaving a fiery slash that tore through your flesh. You cried out, clutching your side as blood soaked through your shirt.

"NO!" Mike screamed, his voice raw with terror as he scrambled for the shotgun. The Wendigo grabbed you by the leg, its claws sinking into your skin as it began to drag you toward the window.

You thrashed against the creature's grip, panic flooding your senses. The pain from your wounds made it hard to focus. The Wendigo's strength was overwhelming, its bony fingers tightening around your leg as it pulled you closer to the jagged glass of the broken window. The debris on the floor slashing your skin in the process.

Mike was on his feet in an instant, the shotgun in his hands as he sprinted toward you, firing wildly at the wendigo. He kept shooting, missing a few times, the desperation clear in his voice as he cursed under his breath.

Your vision blurred from the pain, your limbs heavy and weak as you tried to fight back.

"Get off him!" Mike roared, his voice full of desperation as he fired again, this time hitting the creature square in the chest. The impact sent the Wendigo stumbling backward, its grip on you loosening just enough for Mike to reach you.

With a grunt of effort, Mike grabbed your arm, yanking you back to your feet and into the room. You collapsed onto the floor, your body trembling from the pain and adrenaline while Mike closed the door.

He was at your side in an instant, his hands hovering over your wounds, his face pale with fear.

They were deep. Three long, jagged cuts across your back, blood pooling beneath you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mike cursed under his breath. His hands were shaking as he pressed them against the gashes in your side, trying to stem the bleeding, but there was so much blood.

The pain was unbearable, but seeing Mike like this hurt even more.

"Jesus, this is bad. God, I'm such an idiot." he muttered, his voice trembling.

You groaned in pain, the agony in your side intensifying with each passing second.

"Mike..." you croaked, trying to get his attention, but he wasn't listening. His hands were still pressing desperately against your wounds, blood staining his fingers as he kept cursing under his breath.

"This is my fault. I should've-fuck, I'm so fucking stupid. Why did I let you come here? Why didn't I-"

"Mike, stop..." you whispered, your voice weak from the pain.

But he wouldn't stop. He was spiraling, the guilt consuming him as he rocked back on his heels, his eyes glassy with unshed tears.

"We need to get out of here," Mike muttered to himself, his voice strained with desperation. He looked down at your injured form, his gaze flicking between your pale face and the blood soaking through your clothes.

The Wendigos were still out there and you were in no condition to run. Mike's mind raced as he tried to think of anything, anywhere, that might offer some kind of safety. His eyes darted toward the hallway as he recalled the old map he had found earlier, remembering the position of the nursery.

"There might be something there," he mumbled, more to himself than to you.

He leaned down and scooped you into his arms, cradling you as if you weighed nothing. You winced at the sudden movement, the pain in your side flaring up, but Mike's grip was steady, firm, holding you as if he was afraid to let go. He held you close, bridal style, your body pressed against his warm and sturdy chest as he began to move.

"I've got you" he muttered, his voice barely audible over the sound of your labored breathing.

His heart pounded in his chest as he carried you down the darkened hallways, the dim light of the flashlight casting long, eerie shadows across the walls. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant sound seemed like a threat, and Mike's grip on you tightened with each step. He refused to let you go.

"Just hold on," Mike said through gritted teeth, his eyes darting around the narrow hallways as he moved cautiously.

Your head rested against his chest, and you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was pounding hard, faster than usual, fueled by adrenaline and fear. The pain in your side had dulled to a throbbing ache, and you couldn't help but notice how tense Mike's body was, every muscle coiled like a spring ready to snap.

"Mike" you managed to rasp out, the pain making your voice hoarse. "You're... freaking out."

"I'm not freaking out," he snapped, but the slight tremor in his voice betrayed him. He swallowed hard, his gaze flicking back to the path ahead, "I just... I need to get you fixed up. I need to-"

"Mike" You reached up, your hand weakly brushing against his chest, trying to calm him. "I'm not dying."

He didn't respond immediately, and when he did, his voice was low and shaky. "You don't know that."

You tried to force a smile, though it hurt to do so. "I've had worse."

"Yeah? When was the last time you were clawed by a fucking monster?" His eyes darted to yours, his fear masked by frustration. "You're bleeding all over the place, and it's my fault.

"It's not your fault," you said softly, trying to catch his gaze. "I chose to come with you"

"And I shouldn't have let you," Mike muttered, more to himself than to you. "I should've made you stay behind."

"You know I wouldn't have stayed behind," you replied, a weak smile tugging at your lips. "You can't get rid of me that easily."

His jaw clenched, and he didn't respond, his eyes fixed forward as he continued down the hallway, his arms never loosening their hold on you.

You didn't know how bad the injury was, but the blood that soaked through your clothes was enough to tell you it wasn't good.

You felt the world spinning slightly as he moved, your vision blurring at the edges. It was getting harder to stay awake, harder to keep focused on anything but the searing pain in your side. The sounds of the sanatorium echoed around you. All you could hear was the frantic beat of Mike's heart against your chest.

Your eyelids felt impossibly heavy. "Mike..." you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He snapped his head down to look at you, eyes wide and desperate. "Don't. Don't you dare close your eyes," he growled, his voice rough with panic. His arms tightened around you, almost painfully so, as he quickened his pace. "Stay with me, damn it. Stay awake. You hear me? You're not going anywhere."

But it was so hard to focus. The exhaustion was pulling you under like a heavy tide, dragging you down into the dark. Your eyelids fluttered, and you heard Mike curse again, his breath hitching. "Hey! No, no, no. Look at me. Look at me!" His voice was sharper now, laced with fear. "Stay awake. We're almost there. I swear, we're almost there."

The strain in his voice pulled you back, just for a moment, and you forced your eyes to open a little wider. His face was set in a scowl, but his eyes were wild, desperate.

Mike finally reached the nursery. It was a small, decrepit room, the paint on the walls peeling, and the furniture broken and scattered.

Mike set you down on one of the dirty beds as gently as he could, his hands trembling slightly as he pulled away. You winced again, the movement sending another sharp wave of pain through your body, but you forced yourself to stay quiet.

He hurried to the other side of the room, his eyes scanning the shelves and cabinets for anything that might help. He found an old, dusty first aid kit, half-hidden beneath a pile of debris.

Mike knelt beside you, his hands still shaking as he opened the kit. Inside were a few old bandages, a small bottle of alcohol and a torn-up sheet that he could use as makeshift bandages. He tore the fabric with his teeth.

It wasn't much, but it was all he had.

The silence between the two of you was heavy as he peeled off your shirt. Mike's hands hovered over your wounds, his face twisted in concentration at the deep gashes torn into your side.

He poured the alcohol onto the wounds, the stinging sensation making you clench your teeth to keep from crying out. He was doing his best to be gentle, but the pain was still excruciating.

"Shit... sorry... I'm sorry," Mike kept repeating under his breath, his eyes flicking between the injuries and your face. He looked as though he was about to break, his guilt consuming him.

"If you wanted to get my shirt off, all you had to do was ask." You said, your voice soft despite the pain radiating through your side.

He didn't smile, didn't give you that sarcastic comeback you had been hoping for. His jaw was still set, his lips pressed into a thin line as he focused on wrapping the gauze around your waist.

"Don't joke about this," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "You're bleeding everywhere, and I-"

"I'm serious!" you interrupted, forcing a grin through the pain. "If you wanted to play the hero, you could've just asked. You didn't have to engage in a whole monster attack just to impress me."

He refused to look you in the eye, his jaw clenched as he muttered something under his breath, too quiet for you to make out.

You saw the fear and guilt etched into his face. He was scared. More scared than you'd ever seen him before. His focus was singular, driven by the overwhelming need to fix the damage, to keep you alive.

The usual cocky, confident air that surrounded Mike was gone, replaced by a quiet panic that seemed to consume him.

You knew you had to say something. Mike was drowning in guilt, and if you didn't pull him out of it, he might never forgive himself.

Time to try again.

"Come on, Mike," you said, your tone playful despite the situation. "You're not enjoying the fact that I'm shirtless in front of you? I thought this was, like, your dream scenario. You, me, a creepy sanatorium, and a lot of body contact."

You were expecting at least a flicker of amusement, a quirk of the lips, anything that showed he was still the Mike you knew. But there was nothing. His silence only made the fear gnaw at you more.

Your hand reached out to gently touch his arm. "Mike, I'm serious. You saved me. You're the reason I'm still here, okay?"

His shoulders tensed under your touch, and he finally looked up at you, his expression conflicted. You could see the guilt still etched into his features, the self-loathing that twisted his mouth into a grimace.

"But you still got hurt," Mike snapped, his voice rising slightly with the weight of his emotions. His hands clenched into fists, the bandage half-finished as he pulled away, unable to look at you. "I wasn't fast enough. I should've... I should've done more."

"Done more?" You raised an eyebrow, trying to inject a little more lightness into your voice. "What were you supposed to do, Mike? Punch the Wendigo in the face? Because I'd like to see that."

For a brief moment, you thought you saw the ghost of a smile tug at the corner of his lips, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

"Hey," you said softly, reaching out again to touch his arm, this time gripping it a little tighter. "Look at me."

He hesitated, his jaw tightening, but after a moment, he turned his head toward you, his eyes meeting yours.

"I'm still here," you said quietly, your voice filled with as much reassurance as you could muster. "Thanks to you."

Mike's eyes flickered with something, some internal struggle playing out behind them.

"For a guy who spends half his time flexing and trying to show off his heroics," you began, leaning back slightly on the bed, wincing a little as the pain in your side flared up. "You're really bad at taking credit when you actually save someone."

That got a reaction. Mike's brows furrowed slightly, and he glanced at you, confusion mixed with frustration.

"I'm just saying," you continued, pretending to be casual as you gestured with your hand, the blood on it had now dried up. "You've got the whole 'tough guy' thing down, but when you actually do something heroic, like, I don't know, saving my life, you act like it wasn't enough."

Mike's frown deepened, but this time there was a spark of something familiar in his eyes, something like the Mike you knew.

"Not everything is a joke, okay?" Mike muttered, though there was a hint of exasperation in his voice now.

You grinned. "I know it's not a joke, Mike. I'm just trying to remind you that you're not a screw-up. I know you're used to making dumb decisions, but this wasn't one of them."

For a brief moment, Mike looked like he was going to argue, but then he let out a quiet, exasperated huff. His lips twitching in a way that told you he was fighting back a smirk.

"There he is," you teased lightly, your grin widening. "I knew you were still in there somewhere."

Mike's shoulders relaxed slightly, and for the first time since the attack, his expression softened. He shook his head, finally finishing the bandage on your side. The corner of his lips tugged upward as he tried to suppress a smile, a trace of his usual cocky confidence returning.

"You're an idiot," Mike muttered, but there was a warmth in his voice that hadn't been there before. He met your eyes again, the weight of the guilt starting to lift.

"I had to learn from the best," you shot back playfully. "You're pretty good at being an idiot yourself."

Mike chuckled softly, a sound that sent warmth through your chest despite the pain. "Yeah, well... guess I can't argue with that."

You leaned back against the pillow, the tension in the room finally easing. Mike's usual sarcastic demeanor was starting to slip back into place.

"I never really thought I'd spend a night in a creepy-ass sanatorium being patched up by a guy who probably spent his teenage years trying to impress girls with bad one-liners." You said, trying to keep the conversation going.

Mike snorted, shaking his head. "First of all, my one-liners were legendary. They even had you blushing when I dropped them on you. Second, I'm pretty sure I'm saving your life right now, so maybe a little more appreciation, huh?"

"Oh, believe me, I appreciate it," you replied with a grin. "But you have to admit, this is pretty far from a normal night out."

"Yeah, well, normal's overrated," Mike said, his tone lighter now. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, his eyes lingering on the bandage he had just finished tying around your waist. "But... seriously. I'm glad you're okay."

That fear hadn't fully left him yet.

"I'm okay because of you." you said, your voice softer now, more serious. You sat on the bed, looking up at him and wrapping your arms around his neck.

Your lips were sealed tight so you wouldn’t produce any sound of the pain still lingering.

Mike met your gaze again, his expression conflicted, torn between the guilt that still lingered and the relief that you were alive. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words seemed to catch in his throat. Instead, he just stared at you, his eyes dark with emotion.

Without warning, he leaned down, his hands gripping your face with a force that nearly made you gasp. His lips crashed into yours with a desperation that took you completely by surprise. The kiss was rough, almost violent in its intensity, his breath was hot and ragged, each exhale trembling with the intensity of the emotions he was trying to keep in check.

His tongue pushed past your lips with an almost feral hunger. The roughness of his tongue mirrored the intensity of his kiss, his movements sharp and demanding, as if he couldn't get close enough to you, couldn't feel enough of you. His tongue explored your mouth, not gently, but with a wild fervor that made your heart race and your body tremble under him.

You responded instinctively, your arms tightening around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, your body aching yet craving the connection he was giving you. His weight pressed down on you more as the kiss deepened.

His breath grew hotter, more frantic. His fingers tightened on your skin, almost painful, like he was terrified to let go, his tongue still working against yours, desperate to drown out any space between you. You could feel his desperation in every frantic breath, his rough kisses stealing away any sense of time as he devoured you.

His hands slipping from your face to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer, needing more.

Needing you.

You could feel the heat of his breath as he pulled back only for a fraction of a second before diving back in, his lips pressing into yours with renewed force.

Your lungs burned as the kiss deepened further, but you didn't care. All you could focus on was him. On the raw, unfiltered emotion in every press of his lips, every tremor of his hands. Mike's hands roamed your body, careful to avoid your injury, but firm enough to hold you in place. His breath was hot against your skin as he kissed you with a kind of hunger that sent shivers down your spine.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, both of you gasping for breath. His eyes were dark, clouded with emotion, his lips slightly swollen from the intensity of the kiss. His hands still cradled your face, thumbs brushing softly against your skin as though trying to calm himself after the storm he had unleashed.

His breath was shaky, his body trembling slightly as he looked at you with a mixture of relief. "I promise. I won't let anything happen to you." he whispered, his voice hoarse.

No matter what would happen next, you had Mike. And Mike had you.

And that was enough.

If you liked this story please leave a comment, I love reading them <3. Next week I think I’m gonna post a Mike Munroe jealous fic with smut! Hope you’ll like it ♡

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boom-butterflyeffect · 2 months ago

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Smut or sfw! I personally don't mind but smut is always a fun way to go 🫡

So rough as in just a basic idea, awesome!

UD guys w a goth reader

- I feel like Matt would be intimidated by a goth person, but would have so much respect for someone who not only has the confidence to stray from social norms, but someone who wears outfits and makeup that require so much effort and precision. He feels like a very stereotypical guy, being a jock who's not exactly the best with academics, so I feel like he'd appreciate someone who's a polar opposite and unafraid to be unique. He would adore a goth partner, and despite his reputation as a stereotypical jock, would never let anyone make you think otherwise. People think you're scary? So does he! But it's badass and awesome and he loves it!

- Chris sees someone in platform boots that makes them taller than him, and isn't sure if he's nervous, turned on, or both. He thinks the whole gothic aesthetic is wicked, and could sit there for hours just watching you do your eyeliner, absolutely mesmerised by how perfect it is. I feel like he'd unexpectedly really enjoy goth music. He wouldn't expect to enjoy it, but would be pleasantly surprised when "Wow... that's actually pretty catchy." I see more of a sub! Chris vibe when it comes to a goth partner, I could honestly see him having a thing for Morticia Addams as a teen, scary people just do something to him.

- I think Mike would at first not know how to feel about goth reader, he'd be intimidated by someone who can match his confidence. He's used to being a big shot and having people fall over themselves to get on his good side, and someone who's just the polar opposite to all that, a badass who does their own thing and doesn't care what other people think, he's apprehensive at first, but finds himself more and more intrigued. He'd end up trying to flirt, maybe even getting a bit tongue tied because he's never actually felt like he's had to put effort into getting someone to show interest in him, until you.

- Oh Josh. That man LOVES goths. The guy has had a crush on Tiffany Valentine for as long as he can remember. When he first sees you, it's immediate, he knows he wants to talk to you, know you, just get to experience you. He thinks your style is absolutely killer, and his love for horror movies only aids his attraction to scary people. We all know that Josh knows how to be scary, and I think he'd love someone who can match the energy. It's a major turn on for him. He just wants to see every little detail of you, your makeup, your hair, your outfit, your nails, THEN he wants to have you pressed against the door while you **** 'n ***** and he ***** ** **** ****-

#josh washington #chris hartley #mike munroe #matt taylor #until dawn #my brain can't do detailed smut right now #x reader #mike munroe x reader #chris hartley x reader #matt taylor x reader #josh washington x reader

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xetlynn · 3 months ago

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Until Dawn- By Your Side: Chapter One, Blackwood Pines

(Josh Washington X reader)

[Prologue] [One] [Two]

Ever since that day I’ve rarely looked Jessica in the eyes. I’ll talk to her like normal, she’ll come into my room to bother me but I never initiate anything anymore. I was pretty disgusted by her actions. Same with everyone else’s. I’ve gotten extremely close with Sam because of everything too. Her, Chris and I check in with Josh a lot.

Mainly me, they just text me asking for updates since they don’t see him as often as I do. My parents have even been getting annoyed with my “behavior.” How I’m never home, barely doing my homework and treating Jessica poorly. I’m not meaning to. I really want to look at my sister and not see a bad friend, but looking back on my pictures with Beth and Hannah it’s difficult. Knowing Hannah was devastated from what they did to her, it being a stupid prank or not.

And when Josh told me his plan to have everyone come up for this winter I was skeptical on if it would be a good idea. “Are you sure, we haven’t gone up unless it was for a search party, my love.” I run my fingers through his hair, he smiles softly up at me. He was laying his head on my chest, his arms wrapped around my torso.

“My sisters would want to have fun up there. Like we always have.” He kisses my collarbone. “Are you sure there’s no other reason?” I question him, his nose twitches and I knew I already caught him in his lies. “What other reason would there be?” He decides to ask a question in return. I stare down at him with a straight face, he lifts himself off of me.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” His brows furrow and I crack a smile, grabbing his arm. “I know you better than that, my love.” I pull him down to kiss him on his lips. “What are you scheming?” Kissing him again. “I can’t believe you caught me that quick.” He entraps me in between his arms, his body laying flat on mine. I hear him take a deep breath, I knew he was wondering if he should tell me or not. Knowing him since we were children I’ve gotten to observe every little thing about him. Something he’s done with me too.

“I just maybe want to get it out of them, that they’re guilty for it.” He finally whispers out, I stay silent for a moment. I can hear his heart beat start to quicken and before he panics I speak up. “How can I help?”

I sat on the bus with Sam, she gave me one of her earbuds as we listened to what’s on her device. It’s the radio talking about the Washington twins. I notice her stare out the window. My body stiffens slightly, it’s never easy hearing updates about the twins and it be nothing new. Nothing good. Then she clicks a button switching to a video of my boyfriend. Of Josh. I smile at the sight of his face.

“Well hello friends and fans… alright let’s do that again.” He goes back up to the camera, not really zooming it in, beginning to talk once again with the same intro. “Alright. Well hello friends and fans! It’s beyond awesome to have you guys all back this year. First off, I gotta say I am super excited to welcome all my pals back to the annual Blackwood winter getaway!” He does a little cheer. “So, um… let me just let you know, let’s take a moment to address the elephant in the room for a second…” His mood switches. “I know you’re all probably worried about me and I know it’s gonna be tough on all of us going back after what happened last year, but I just want you all to know, it means… it means so much to me that we’re doing this. And I know it would mean so much to Hannah and Beth that we’re all still here together, y’know thinking of them. I really want to spend some quality time with each and every one of you and share moments we’ll never forget. For the sake of my sisters, you know?” He gives his speech, I lean into Sam further and further as I listen to him. I feel her laugh at me a little bit but I can’t help it. “Okay… so! Let’s party like we’re fucking porn stars, okay?! And make this one trip we’ll never forget, alright? Yes!” He pumps his fists up in the air. I scrunch my nose because of his wording but Sam and I both snicker at it quietly.

When the bus finally stops at Blackwood Pines, Sam and I get out together and begin to walk forward while looking around. We were told to meet here by Chris like we have many times before. “Weird, looks like we’re before him.” I smile, twirling around. She opens the gate for both of us. “Surprising. I feel like we’re the last usually.” She huffs, I hum in agreement. We then hear a noise behind us. “Hello?” Sam calls out. “Someone there?” I ask out, furrowing my eyebrows. Squinting, checking if I could possibly see anything.

After not getting anything in response we continue on. I keep checking behind us though. Thinking maybe someone was there, playing a prank on us.

Once we get to the gate there’s a note taped onto it. “Gate’s busted, climb over. -Chris.” I read out. “So he is here and didn’t meet up like we agreed.” I cross my arms, irritated. “I wonder why.” Sam whispers. We try to open the gate still but nothing budges. I sigh and head over to the rocky wall of the fence. Sam right behind me.

“I’ll boost you.” I tell her, jokingly. The wall had too many things sticking out for a boost to actually work. I squat down a tiny bit as she begins to climb. Staying there for her as support. She does a jump and I make a face but successfully she gets on top of the wall. “Alright, your turn.” She says, taking a second to breathe.

I groan but do the same thing she did. Lifting myself up, very slowly as I don’t think I have the same amount of upper body strength as her. We jump down together. I trip a little bit and she helps me so I don’t fall. Both of us chuckling. Making our way to the area we need to get to.

We pass by the sign about Indigenous people and butterfly prophesies. “Oh, cool!” Sam grins. She skims over it but we continue forward. Finally getting to where we used to meet Josh and the twins… along with Chris.

Speaking of, “Is that Chris’s bag?” I point over to the bench. Sam moves a little closer to me. “Chris?” She calls out, we go closer to the bag. “Your bags here, but where are you?” I roll my eyes.

“Are you here? You’re not in the bag are you?!” Sam asks. I hear buzzing. “His phone.” I mutter, taking it out of the pocket. “Ah ha!” Sam grins, “look who it is.” I smirk. Ashley’s name popping up on the screen.

“Hey noseys.” A voice calls from behind us and we both jump. “Chris.” Sam sighs out. “You scared us.” We both say clinging onto each other. “I’m sorry, but are either of you my secretary?” He points a finger in our faces.

Sam takes the phone from my hand and lifts it up. “It was buzzing.” She defends our choice we made to snoop through his belonging.

“Cool. Well, thanks for letting me know. I can take it from here.” He takes it from her. He checks the message and we stand there awkwardly.

“Oh! So, I found something kinda amazing.” He goes over to his bag. “What?” Sam asks and I just lean against her, tiredly. Still intrigued nonetheless.

“I’m not gonna tell you guys, you gotta see for yourselves. Come on, it’s this way.” He leads the way, I get off of Sam and we begin to walk once again. “Where?”

“Right around here. Gonna blow your minds.” He dramatically says. “Mhm, sure.” I take a breath. “Just see before you give me attitude, [Name].” He tells me.

We get around the building and we see a Wanted poster but it doesn’t show the face of the person, It was ripped off. Only the name showed. “Victor Milgram.” I read out.

“Nice. You think we’ll get a visit from America’s most wanted?” Chris asks and I nudge him for being insensitive. “Looks like someone thought so.” Sam speaks. “oh come on. This place is abandoned most of the year.” He then starts his trail once more. “Nobody comes up here.” I think about how I came here quite a few times with Josh and his parents in the search parties for the twins. Knowing that his statement unfortunately is not true.

Him saying “Ta Dah.” Gets me out of those thoughts for a moment. “Pretty rad right?”

“Yeeeeaaaah.” Sam sarcastically says. I didn’t say anything, I just gave our friend a bored expression. “Come on! Look at these beauties.”

“Beauties is not the word that comes to mind. Why is this even here?” She questions it. “Yeah, I’m not into it.” I agree with her.

“What do you mean?” He looks back to the shooting range. “What the hell is a shooting range doing at the base of a ski lodge?”

“Dude. Have you ever met Josh’s dad? [Name], you out of everyone should know why this is here.” He points to me and I frown, knowing I have to agree with this idiot who thought a gun range would blow our minds.

“Josh’s dad thinks he’s like Grizzly Adam’s or something, for sure.” I whisper to Sam. “Wanna try?” Chris offers the shot gun to both of us. I shake my head. “You go ‘head, Grizzly.” Sam jokes with him after what I just whispered to her. Both of us laughing quietly. “Alright, here goes.” He lifts up the gun, getting it ready. He shoots the first target. He then doesn’t miss a single one and I give him a small applause.

“Wow. Nice shootin’, Tex.” Sam gives him a smile. I do a small cheer for him. “Alright. I’m bad.” Chris starts dancing causing us two to give him dirty expressions. “I’m a badass!”

“I’m gonna go ahead and guess it was a wild case of beginner’s luck.” Sam teases him after his stupid dance. “Nah, I don’t think so girl.” He wags his finger before lifting the gun back up. Shooting another target and getting it. “Well, anybody and their brother could shoot a bottle that big, that close.” She chuckles.

A squirrel shows up and my eyes widen slightly hoping Chris doesn’t go for it. “Don’t do it, Chris.” I mumble but I know he heard me when I saw his gun move to a different area. “Nice shot.”

“Your ass just got saaaacked!”

“Ugh.” I grimace, walking away from them to go back to the front of the building. “You two, our rides coming.” I say, not paying attention to what they’re doing as I head forward. I hear Sam urge Chris to come on. Him whining slightly afterward. I get to the door, trying to open it but it’s locked. I hear Chris say “a year goes fast.” And immediately choose not to ask what they were talking about.

“Hey, the doors locked.” I push on it again, to show them. “Yeaaah, Josh wanted us to keep it locked. Keep people out.” Chris informs me and then I drop my shoulders remembering that conversation we had. “He said that? What people?” Sam furrows her brows.

“He said they found people sleeping in the station one time.” I tell her, vividly seeing the conversation I had with him in my head before packing for this trip. “Creepy.”

Chris shows his key and I get out of the way for him to unlock it. He gets it open and lets us in before him.

“Ah, real gentleman.” Sam goes in, me right behind her. Sam goes to the railing and looks around as I follow Chris. “I thought the car was closer.” She complains. “Guess we gotta wait.” My boyfriend’s best friend responds.

“What a crazy place to set up house. No matter how rich you are.” He stares at a Blackwood Pines poster. “They’re not so rich.” Sam disagrees. “The only bought a mountain.” She sarcastically adds in. I watch Chris walk around the room. Both of our eyes landing on a screen. It looks like cameras surrounding the Washington Cabin. I see a thing of a bedroom and then it clip back to the front of the house. I frown, confused on what we’re looking at.

The cable car sounding closer, we both join Sam back outside. “You coming?” Sam asks Chris as I get in before her. We sit beside one another. “I was gonna catch some z’s but I guess.” He makes a horrible joke. Chris sits on the other side of me.

“Here we go.” I announce as the car moves. “Right, adventure begins.” Chris smiles.

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