#mike munroe x reader

[emmyc0z]

"We're gonna get out of here, I promise"

pairing : mike munroe x (fem) reader

cw : mike has a gun, talk of death, and blood, and maybe like one swear I don't know. reader is referred to as mike’s girlfriend, but other than that i don’t believe any female pronouns are used.

a/n : i know this is kind of late since the until dawn remake has been out for a while but i kept procrastinating this after I started it. anyways #needthat.

The wind pulls at you from every angle, hair clinging to your sweaty, frostbitten cheeks. Adrenaline kept your body moving through the never-ending maze of trees and snow; you didn’t think it would last much longer. You were sure if you continued in this direction, eventually, you would reach the sanatorium. 

It was marked on the map in the cable car station, the same map you had seen before you made your way up to the lodge with Sam and Chris. That was hours ago, and you wish you could go back and warn yourself to go back down the mountain. Or even better, ignore Josh’s email altogether and stay home. Play sick. You’d say anything not to be where you are, right now. 

But that’s not possible, is it? 

Your clothes are sticky with blood. Not your own, you think. You hope. This night was not turning out the way you had expected it to. And the choices you had made leading up to this point were beginning to make your stomach turn the longer you thought about them. 

Why did you leave the lodge? You could’ve stayed on the kitchen floor after that psycho knocked you out; you could’ve pretended not to hear Chris’s attempts to wake you up. You could’ve looked for a phone instead of rushing into the snow to find Ashley. Speaking of them, why had you left Chris and Ashley? You could’ve returned to the lodge with them to find Sam after witnessing your friend be sawed in half, but no. You needed to know that Mike was okay considering you hadn’t seen him since you both arrived. 

Why did you start that argument with Mike before the two of you had left for the lodge? 

“C’mon, don’t be like that.”

“Like what?”

“You're getting jealous over nothing. We’ve talked about this, there is nothing between me and Em. I’m with you. I’m in love with you. Why does this keep being brought up?”

“Maybe because she texts your phone like you're still close? ‘Text when you and the new gf get here, can’t wait to see you, winky face’,” you push his phone towards him. “She knows who I am, why does she feel the need to refer to me as the ‘new girlfriend’ as if we’ve never met? And why is she sending you winky faces? Why exactly is Em so excited to see you, Mike?” You make a point of emphasizing her nickname which seems to flow off his tongue so easily. 

“You’re looking into this way too much. This is crazy, I mean come on, that’s how she texts everyone, baby.” He gently takes his phone from you, throwing it onto the bed and reaching back for your hand which hovers in the air. You let him, but you make no effort to hold his hand back, fingers only resting in his hold. A soft sigh leaves your lips. 

“Yeah well, I’m not loving that she texts you that way and I’m also not loving the fact that you’ve said nothing to her about how weird it is. You have no problem defending her when you talk to me, so why can’t you say something to her about how I feel?”

“If I said something it would just cause a fight between me and her, or you and her, and the last thing that anyone needs up there, especially Josh, is for all of us to be fighting. Can you pretend to like her, only for the weekend, and then you never have to again.”

“You say that every time she’s involved, ‘just pretend to like her for tonight, and then you never have to ever again.’ But I will, because for some reason she is always around. I figured when Matt and she started dating we would see her less but I guess I was wrong.”

“Please, let’s just go and get it over with. We’re doing this for Josh, remember?”

“I don’t know, Michael, something about spending an entire weekend with your ex-girlfriend isn’t really appealing to me anymore. Call me crazy.” His eyebrows soften as you use his full name, especially in that tone. He is enjoying this conversation less than you are. 

“Don’t be this way, we’re already packed and ready to go. Just come downstairs and get in the truck. She won’t bother us, baby, I promise. Come on..” He attempts to pull you, gently bringing your hand closer to him. But your fingers slip from his hand, dropping to your side. From the bed, his phone buzzes, the screen lights up, and you don’t have to look to know who’s messaging him. 

“Sam told me she's taking the bus up there, I think,” you look back to him, “I’ll just head up with her so she doesn't have to go alone.”

“But then I have to go alone. And the bus leaves in like an hour, that's barely enough time to get ready and get to the stop. You're being ridiculous, just come with me. And if you want to, we can talk about this on the way up.” 

 You look away from him, missing the way his face falls as you turn your back to him. “I’ll see you up there, Mike.”

If you had just let it go, believed him, and gone with him instead of taking the bus with Sam, you would’ve never been angry with each other at the lodge. Or rather, you wouldn’t have been so furious with him because you would’ve talked things out in the truck, kissed, and made up instead of stewing in your thoughts on the bus. You wouldn’t be worrying about whether or not he was alive right now. But you were stubborn and foolish, and now you are trudging through the snow, improperly dressed, and praying the person you love is still breathing on this stupid mountain. 

You cross your arms over your chest, preserving what little warmth you have left, and with every step you lose another piece of hope. All you can think of is him. And how, if he is dead, he would’ve died thinking that you were mad at him. You weren’t even angry, annoyed for sure but not angry, you were just being stubborn and taking your frustration out on him. Now you might never get to apologize. The thought makes your stomach churn and your steps falter as a wave of nausea overtakes you. 

But, finally, in the distance you see the outline of a large building surrounded by a brick fence that appears to be falling apart. You allow yourself to be comforted, just for a moment, by the sanatorium's existence. The nausea in your stomach ceases as your steps quicken, arms uncrossing to move through the air. You reach the gate, blocked by the large pile of snow blocking both sides, not that you think you could’ve pushed it open in your current state; blocked from snow or not. 

You let your hand trace across the gate's bars as you walk towards the side of the fence. The pads of your fingers sting from the cold metal but you keep them where they are. As you move, they follow, moving from metal to brick. The only way into the sanatorium courtyard, you realize, is to climb over the stone fencing. 

A tired sigh leaves your body. You place your hands on the wall, palms stinging from the snow-covered surface. You lift your body, throwing your leg over simultaneously, climbing on top to straddle the snowy stone. The action uses more energy than you realistically have left so instead of gracefully landing on the other side of the wall you fall, directly onto your back. At least the pile of snow beneath you cushions your fall a tiny bit, but it still takes you a few minutes to recover your breath. 

Using the wall, you find your footing again. The snow falls from your clothes as you stumble towards the sanatorium. You don’t even know what you were expecting to discover here. You figured there might be people here. Maybe a construction crew, getting ready to tear the old building down. A custodian, forced to stay and take care of an abandoned building. Or on the slimmer side of chance, a large group of stable nurses and doctors that would offer you and your friends shelter and much-needed medical attention. However, the closer you get, the more you realize how fucked you are. Nobody is out here. And it was stupid to believe there would be. 

But you’ve come this far, and the chill that runs through your body borders on hypothermic potential. You reach the front doors, using your body to push the door open, shoulder first. It opens far easier than expected, and you fall to your hands and knees as it flies inwards. “Fuck.. me.” 

You don’t move from the floor, the opposite actually, you get closer to it, falling onto your back. You don’t even want to get up. No one is here. All your friends are probably dead back down by the lodge. What’s the point? At least this way you’ll have time to think over every choice that led you here, it’ll take a while for the cold to kill you since your feet are the only part of you still lying outside the building. From farther within the entry hall you hear a door open, the sound of steps echoing through the empty building. And though your heart rate picks up speed, you don’t move. Instead, you pray that whatever it is, will kill you quickly so you can be with your friends again. So you can be with Mike. 

“Who’s there? Whoever it is, just know I am armed and I am not afraid to shoot you. I have had one hell of a night and I am so not in the mood for.. whatever it is that you want.” Even with your heartbeat drumming against your ear canals, you still pick up the voice. A man's voice. Almost recognizable. You let your eyes close, murmuring the only thing you can think of like a mantra. Mike. Mike. Mike. Mike. 

“Holy shit. Y/n?” Mike? You turn your neck enough to see the man approaching. A sudden second surge of energy fills you, and you lift yourself into a sitting position to fully face the figure walking towards you. 

“M..mike?” 

“Holy- Oh my god, how are you- Are you okay?” He falls to his knees in front of you, dropping the gun and the lantern in his hands on the floor. His hands hover around you, scared to touch you. You notice that two of the fingers on his left hand are missing, replaced by a bandage soaked in blood.  Your hands are the first to make contact, landing on both sides of his dirty face.

“Are you real?” He nods, pulling you into a too-tight embrace. A stark contrast to his previous concern and reluctance to touch you. 

“Yes. Yes, I’m real. I’m so glad to see you. You’re alive.. holy shit I can’t believe you’re alive.”

“You look terrible” You wipe away some dirt from his face. Eyes wide as you try to convince yourself that he is actually in front of you. You had convinced yourself that he was dead, and now to see him in front of you alive and well - okay maybe not well but he’s not dead - it has your brain moving a mile a minute. There is so much you have to say. So much you have to explain to him. How do you explain to someone that his friend was sawed in half on the anniversary of his sister's death? Or how do you explain that the rest of his friends might ALSO be dead? And without sounding insane, how do you explain that you truly believe something is up on the mountain with you and that it might’ve followed you the entire way to the sanatorium? You can’t.  

“Well, I’m happy to see you too, baby.” He laughs breathily, unsteady. A laugh of disbelief. His way of coping has always been humor, even at the most inappropriate of times. Your features are probably the exact opposite of his uncertain smile. You pull him close again, practically pushing him to the ground, but his arms wrap around you and he straightens his back to keep the two of you upright. “Woah, I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.”

You push your face into his shoulder, saturating the filthy, green jacket that he wears with tears. It stinks like cigar smoke, years of sweat buildup, and dirt. 

“Mike- Oh Mike,” your voice is muffled in his skin, pausing in between sobs to catch your breath. His arm wraps tighter around your waist, the other arm reaching up so his hand can rest in your tangled hair. “I’m so- I am so so sorry Micheal. I thought you were dead, I thought- I thought you died thinking I was angry. I’m so sorry, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay. Don’t apologize. I’m just- I’m so glad you’re alive.” He kisses your temple, and as you raise your red face to look him in the eyes, he moves your hair out of your face. “We’re gonna get out of here, okay? Can you walk? God, you must be freezing. Did you come all the way from the lodge like this? Fuck, y/n, how are you even alive.” You shake your head, a silent confirmation that you don’t know how you’re alive either. 

He helps you to your feet, taking off the unfamiliar jacket and helping you into it. He then retrieves the lantern and the gun from the floor, “Here, can you hold this up?” You nod, and take the lantern from his hand. In the hand opposite of you, he holds the gun, and with the other, he intertwines his fingers with yours. “We're gonna get out of here. I am going to get you out of here, I promise.” He’s so certain, and your fear almost dissipates completely as he leads you farther into the sanatorium with a tight grip on your hand.

[lefteagleblizzard]

𝔍𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔶 𝔞𝔱 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔐𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫

Mike Munroe x male reader

Summary: At the lodge, your friendly chat with Matt sparks Mike's jealousy. In the woods, he finally confesses his feelings, igniting a passionate connection between you and him, culminating months of hidden desire.

Tags: Male reader. He/him pronouns are used towards the reader. Oblivious reader. Friends to lovers. Jealousy. Emily is hostile to the reader. Mike and Jess are not together in this. Smut out in the open. Gay smut. Top Mike munroe. Bottom male reader. Blowjob (r giving). Anal sex.

ℳ𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

Words count: 4500

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The cold mountain air bit at your skin as you trudged up the snow-covered road toward the lodge. A chill ran through you, and you tugged your jacket tighter, glancing around at the quiet landscape. Your boots crunched softly against the thick blanket of snow with each step.

You didn't hear it at first, but you felt a presence behind you and soon two large, warm hands suddenly covered your eyes. You froze for a split second, your heart leaping into your throat as a familiar voice whispered in your ear, low and teasing.

"Guess who?"

For a second, you were caught off guard and frightened, but then, just as quickly, you let yourself relax, recognizing the rough feel of his calloused hands, the deep timbre of his voice, and the warmth radiating from his body as he stood close behind you. His chest was almost touching your back.

Mike.

Of course, it was Mike.

You sighed, half-exasperated, half-amused, and leaned back slightly against his chest, letting the warmth of his body seep into yours. With a gentle push, you pried his hands away from your eyes and spun around to face him.

"Real subtle" you said, shaking your head as you met his eyes.

He chuckled, his breath visible in the cold air. "Hey, it worked, didn't it? You jumped, so I won."

"You're an idiot," you retorted, though your tone was more playful than annoyed.

Mike shrugged, his grin widening. "Yeah, but I'm your favorite idiot”

You shot him a quick glance, unsure if you'd imagined the shift in his tone, but the playful grin on his face remained, as if daring you to respond.

"You really are full of yourself, huh?" you teased, hoping to mask the sudden warmth blooming in your chest.

Mike grinned wider, clearly unfazed. "Someone's gotta be, right? Besides, it's fun getting reactions out of you."

"Yeah, well, enjoy it while it lasts," you muttered, trying to sound casual, but your heart was racing.

Mike chuckled again, his tone softening as his gaze lingered on you. "You look good, by the way," he said, almost offhandedly. "Really good."

You opened your mouth to respond but faltered for a moment, unsure how to take the compliment without overanalyzing it.

"Thanks," you muttered, trying to play it cool. "You're not so bad yourself."

"Not so bad?" Mike echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Come on, I know I look better than 'not so bad’ “

You rolled your eyes again, but you couldn't stop the grin from spreading across your face. "Okay, fine. You look good, Monroe."

He flashed you a cocky grin, clearly pleased with himself. "That's more like it." His voice was smooth, laced with the kind of playfulness he always reserved for you. He was standing closer than usual, his gaze unwavering. You cleared your throat, trying to break the tension.

"So, how are things with Emily?" you asked, your voice slightly shaky.

Mike's smirk faltered for just a second, he ran a hand through his hair, glancing away before looking back at you. "We broke up."

You blinked, surprised. "Oh... I didn't know. Sorry."

You had already an idea of why it might have happened.

"Nah, don't be," he said with a casual shrug, though there was a heaviness in his tone that betrayed his words. "It wasn't working out."

The ease in his voice didn't quite match the tightness in his jaw, and for a moment, you felt a flicker of guilt for bringing it up.

"Besides," he added, stepping a little closer, "I'm single now."

His voice was low, almost suggestive.

He glanced at you, trying to gauge your reaction. A part of him wanted to see something, anything in your expression that hinted you cared about his relationship status, that maybe you were glad he was no longer with Emily. He didn't know if he could ever tell you how much he'd thought about you while he was with her.lo

You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the scent of his cologne mixing with the crisp mountain air. There was something about the way he was looking at you that made your pulse race and your thoughts blur.

You both continued talking, light and casual conversations together and Mike's thoughts were only on you. How good you looked standing there, snowflakes clinging to your hair, your cheeks flushed from the cold. How amazing it felt when you'd leaned back against him earlier, even if it was just for a second. He'd wanted to hold you there, to wrap his arms around you and never let go.

He caught himself glancing at your lips more than once, wondering what it would feel like to kiss you right here, right now, in the middle of the snowy mountain. To show you, finally, how much he cared, how perfect things could be between the two of you if you'd just let h

But he hadn't said anything yet. Not because he didn't want to, but because... well, because he wasn't sure how you felt. He'd never seen you with anyone else. Sure, you were always friendly, always laughing, but he didn't know if that meant anything more.

So, instead of saying what he really wanted to, Mike kept the conversation light, teasing you, making you laugh and you shot back with your own sarcastic retorts.

Eventually the moon was already high in the sky and it got dark really quickly. You started making your way up to the lodge together, racing on who could arrive first.

When you both arrived at the lodge, the warmth of the fire greeted you, along with the sound of your friends chatting and getting settled in

Mike scanned the room, spotting a seat on the couch. He dropped down into it, stretching his arms out, hoping—praying—that you'd sit next to him. It was still cold, and having you close would have been perfect.

"Come on," he called, patting the empty spot next to him. "I saved you a seat."

You rolled your eyes, shrugging off your coat and getting rid of the snow stuck in your hair. "How generous."

"Hey, I don't offer my couch space to just anyone," he replied with a wink. "Consider yourself special."

You shook your head, laughing softly as you made your way toward him. But just as you were about to sit down, you noticed Matt struggling to carry a mountain of bags. One of the suitcases slipped from his grasp, and without thinking, you stepped over to help him, bending down to pick it up.

"Thanks, man," Matt said with a sheepish grin, adjusting the rest of the bags. "I swear, Emily packed like we're staying for a month."

You chuckled, handing him the suitcase. "No problem. Need any more help?"

"Nah, I think I've got it now," Matt replied. "But I appreciate it. How was the drive up here?" Matt asked, shifting one of the bags in his arms. "Did you come up with anyone?”

"Nah, I came up solo," you replied, shrugging. "It was a nice drive though, peaceful"

"Yeah, I get that. I bet it's nice to have some quiet," Matt said, nodding in agreement. "Emily barely let me get a word in the whole ride. Nonstop talking."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Sounds like a nightmare."

The two of you exchanged a few more words, just casual small talk. Mike' eyes narrowed as he watched the exchange, his jaw tightening. You were talking to Matt, laughing with him, and it bothered him more than he was willing to admit.

The way you smiled at him and the way Matt's eyes lingered on you made Mike's blood boil.

He sat back on the couch, his arms spread out across the cushions, his body language as casual as he could manage.

His fingers drummed impatiently on the armrest, the cold air from outside still lingering in the room, but the warmth of the fire did little to chase away the chill in Mike's mood. He wanted to be near you. Hell, he wanted you sitting next to him right now, your body close to his. The couch had more than enough room, and he'd made sure to stretch out, hoping you'd notice and join him. But instead you kept chatting up with Matt.

It wasn't fair. How could you not see what was happening? How could you not see how much it bothered him? How much did he wanted you? He had spent the whole walk up to the lodge teasing and flirting, practically laying his feelings bare, and yet you were there, caught up in conversation and acting the same way you did with him.

Matt's hand lingered just a little too long as he reached out to take the suitcase back from you and Mike's fingers curled into fists, his jaw tight as he tried to keep his cool.

"So, are you thinking about moving soon?" Matt asked, setting the bags down all together in a spot. "Or are you staying put for a while?"

"I've been thinking about it," you said, nodding. "It'd be nice to have a little more space, you know?"

Mike's grip on the couch tightened, his knuckles turning white. Moving? Why hadn't you mentioned that to him? And why the hell were you telling Matt about it?

Matt smiled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I get that. More space is always nice. Have you thought about getting a roommate?"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Maybe, but for now, I'm good with my own space."

Mike's stomach churned at that. Good with your own space? He had been thinking about how to get closer to you, how to spend more time with you, and you were chatting with Matt about moving and staying solo.

Just as Mike was about to get up and interrupt the conversation, the door swung open, and Emily stormed in, her eyes zeroing in on you and Matt.

"Didn't take you long to start flirting" Emily sneered, crossing her arms over her chest as she approached you and Matt.

Matt looked bewildered, the expression in his face telling you that he knew something you had no clue of. "Emily, it's not like that-"

"Right in front of me? Really, Matt? And with him?" She jabbed a finger in your direction.

You blinked, confused. "What are you talking about?"

Emily's eyes blazed with fury as she took another step closer, her voice rising. "Don't play innocent. You think I didn't notice?"

Your brows furrowed in confusion as your brain tried to make sense of her words. "What?"

"You heard me," Emily snapped, crossing her arms over her chest, her eyes cold and accusatory. "I arrive a bit late and you're already cozying up to him. You couldn't wait, could you? You can't stand to see me with anyone, can you?"

Matt tried to intervene, raising his hands defensively. "Em, come on. He's just helping me out-"

"Stay out of it, Matt," Emily snapped, not even bothering to look at him. "This is between me and him."

"Me?" You were taken aback, genuinely baffled by her sudden hostility. "I didn't do anything."

"Didn't do anything?" she scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Right. You're so innocent. Always playing the victim, pretending like you don't know what's going on."

Everyone was watching the scene unfold with varying degrees of tension and discomfort. Jessica, sitting by the fireplace, leaned forward slightly, her brows raised in interest. She exchanged a glance with Ashley, who was seated on the arm of the couch beside Chris. Both of them looked uneasy, but there was a flicker of recognition in their eyes. It was as if they knew something had been bubbling beneath the surface for a while, and now it was finally spilling over.

Sam has been sitting near the fireplace, quietly observing, her usual calm demeanor now tinged with a hint of concern. She was the one who had always noticed things others didn't. She has seen the looks Mike had given you, those quick glances that lingered a little too long, the way his whole body seemed to shift when you entered a room.

"You always had to have everything, didn't you?" Emily continued, stepping closer until she was practically in your face. "It wasn't enough that you had to get Mike wrapped around your finger, now you're going after Matt too?"

"Emily, that's not what's happening," you protested, trying to maintain your calm despite the rising tension.

"Don't lie to me," she hissed, jabbing a finger into your chest, her voice cracked slightly, though her bitterness held strong. "God, you probably loved every second of it, didn't you? Just waiting for me to get out of the way so you could swoop in. It's pathetic."

Was she even talking about Matt at this point?

You opened your mouth to respond, but the venom in her words made it hard to get a word in. Her words hit you like a punch to the gut. It was as if all of her insecurities, all of her anger and hurt, were being poured out in this moment, directed squarely at you.

"I never tried to get between you and Mike."

"Oh, right, because it's totally normal for you to be all buddy-buddy with my boyfriend—"

"Ex-boyfriend," you corrected, your tone sharp now.

"Don't get smart with me. You might fool everyone else, but I know what's going on."

"You really want to know why i think Mike left you?" you asked, finally meeting her gaze. She wasn’t the only one with the privilege to say her thoughts. "It wasn't because of me. It was because you couldn't stop being a controlling, manipulative—"

"Watch it," Emily warned, her eyes narrowing dangerously. Her finger jabbed into your chest again, harder this time.

Josh stepped forward, his voice cutting through the thick tension like a knife. "Alright, alright, can we all just take it down a notch?" he said, his usual easy-going grin plastered on his face, but there was an edge to his voice. "This is not why we came here. This is not... helping. If we can’t get along for 10 minutes then we need a little bit of a break, right?"

Emily shot him a glare but didn't argue.

"Mike," Josh said, turning his attention to the brooding figure standing silently by the couch. "Why don’t you check out the guest cabin? The one I told you about."

Mike, still seething, nodded stiffly. "Yeah. Sure."

But before he left, he grabbed your arm, pulling you with him. "Come on," he muttered, his voice low and tense. "Let's go.””

The grip he had on your arm was firm, almost too tight. He seemed angry, and you could feel the heat of his frustration radiating off him as he pulled you out of the lodge.

The cold air hit your face immediately. The heavy wooden door creaked behind you as it closed, and you wrapped your arms tighter around yourself, feeling the chill set in. You glanced over at Mike, expecting some kind of lighthearted comment regarding what has happened. He remained silent however, his jaw tight as he walked ahead of you, hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his jacket.

You sped up slightly to catch up to him, your breath visible in the cold air. "Hey, thanks again for stepping in back there," you said, hoping to ease the awkwardness that had settled between you. "I thought she was gonna tear my head off."

Mike barely glanced your way, his eyes fixed on the snow-covered path ahead. "Yeah," he muttered, his voice flat. "No problem."

The curt response caught you off guard.

"Come on," you tried again, forcing a chuckle. "It's not every day someone gets accused of breaking up a relationship they weren't even part of. I should be charging for that kind of drama."

Mike let out a short, humorless laugh, but it felt forced, and he didn't even look at you.

You watched him carefully as he walked ahead of you, his shoulders tense, his stride a little more aggressive than usual as his boots crunched heavily through the snow.

"Okay, seriously," you said, picking up your pace again to keep up with him. "What's going on with you?

Mike didn't respond immediately, and you could see the way his jaw tightened as he pressed on, his eyes focused on the path ahead.

"You're not secretly plotting revenge on Emily, are you? Because I'm not sure I'm up for a 'Revenge of the Ex' scenario tonight. My ears would bleed if I have to hear her whine again"

Mike's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't say a word, his eyes locked straight ahead. It was like you weren't even there, and the silence between you was becoming suffocating.

You let out a frustrated sigh, shoving your hands into your jacket pockets to ward off the cold. "You know, this silent treatment thing? Not your best look. Seriously, you're acting like I kicked your puppy or something."

Still, nothing. Mike's footsteps crunched against the snow as he moved toward the metal gate blocking the path ahead, his movements jerky and impatient. Mike tugged on the latch, trying to force it open, but the gate stayed stubbornly in place.

"No power," you reminded him, trying to keep your voice light. "The generator should be nearby by"

With a growl of frustration, Mike yanked on the gate harder, the metal clanking loudly in the quiet night. He muttered something under his breath, clearly losing patience as he tried again, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the cold metal.

"Goddammit," he cursed under his breath, giving the gate one more angry shove, but it didn't budge. The clang echoed through the trees, and he stepped back, running a hand through his hair, clearly trying to rein in his temper.

You blinked, watching him in stunned silence for a moment. "Mike," you said cautiously, stepping toward him. "What's going on?“

Mike didn't turn to face you immediately. "Nothing. I'm fine."

"Bullshit," you shot back, crossing your arms. "You're not fine. You've barely said two words to me, and now you're trying to rip a gate off its hinges. Come on. Talk to me. What's really bothering you?"

Mike finally looked up at you then, but the look in his eyes wasn't what you were expecting. Mike's jaw tightened, his frustration bubbling over as he finally spoke, his voice rougher than intended. "Do you even know what Emily was talking about?"

Your eyes widened slightly, and Mike hated the uncertainty that flashed across your face. He should have said something sooner.

"God, you really don't see it, do you?" He stopped pacing, standing still in front of you, his eyes locked onto yours. "I've had a thing for you for... I don't even know how long. But I never said anything because I thought maybe I could push it down. If I ignored it long enough, i thought it'd go away."

Your heart skipped a beat at his confession, but he continued talking and gave you no time to respond. "But it never did. And then seeing you with Matt, it just... it fucking killed me, okay?"

"Mike..." you began, but he cut you off, stepping closer, his eyes burning with intensity.

"I'm tired of pretending," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "I don't want to hide it anymore.”

The weight of his confession hung in the air. You had never expected that Mike, of all people, had been harboring these kinds of feelings for you.

He backed you up until your back hit a tree behind you, the rough bark cold against your jacket, his hands gripping your shoulders as his body pressed against yours. "You have no idea how much I've wanted this," he growled, his breath hot against your lips.

His lips crashed against yours in a heated, desperate kiss. The force of it caught you off guard, but you didn't pull away. Instead, you kissed him back, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer.

He pinned you against the tree, his larger frame hovering over yours as his tongue pushed past your lips. Your legs parted instinctively, allowing him to settle between them.

You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, the fabric of his jeans doing little to hide how hard he was for you.

Your soft moans only spurred him on, the sound sending a rush of heat through his veins. Mike's lips moved from your neck to your collarbone, then lower still, trailing a line of kisses down your chest as his hands slid beneath your shirt.

"How long?" you managed to ask between ragged breaths. "How long have you had a thing for me?"

Mike groaned against your skin, his teeth grazing your neck as he pulled back just enough to look at you. His voice was rough, almost guttural, as he admitted, "Too fucking long." His fingers dug into your hips.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice trembling with sincerity. "I didn't know... I didn't see it."

You had been oblivious to all of this. The guilt gnawed at you, and you felt the need to make it right, to show Mike just how much you regretted not noticing, not acting sooner.

Your hands moved down his body, fingers sliding under his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin. Mike inhaled sharply at your touch, his breath catching as you began to undo the button on his jeans.

He looked down at you, confusion flickering in his eyes for a moment as you knelt in front of him. The snow beneath you crunched satisfyingly with your movements. "What are you doing?" His voice was low, unsure but curious.

You glanced up at him, your hands deftly working on his jeans, a shy yet mischievous grin forming on your lips. "I need to show you just how sorry I am," you whispered.

Mike's breath hitched at your words, and he bit his lip as you pulled his jeans down just enough to free him, your hand wrapping around him firmly. He groaned, the sound deep and needy, as his head tilted back slightly, his grip on the tree tightening as he watched you.

You stroked him slowly at first, your movements deliberate, watching the way his hips bucked slightly toward you.

"Fuck" Mike breathed out as he felt your lips brush the tip of him, teasing him just enough to make him curse under his breath. His hand moved to your hair, fingers tangling in the strands as he fought to keep control.

When you finally took him fully into your mouth, Mike let out a strangled moan, his hips instinctively thrusting forward. The heat, the wetness of your mouth, it was overwhelming. Every time you moved, it sent sparks of pleasure shooting through him. He looked down at you, his chest heaving, and the sight of you on your knees for him, your mouth wrapped around him, made something snap inside him.

He couldn't stop himself from moving his hips, thrusting deeper into your mouth, each motion filled with desperation and need. His voice was low, almost growling as he murmured your name between pants, barely able to keep himself in check.

"God, you feel so good," Mike groaned, his eyes locked onto you as his hips moved in sync with your rhythm.

Your tongue swirled around him, sending shivers up his spine, and Mike couldn't think straight anymore.

Just before he could reach the edge, he pulled you back up, his lips crashing against yours in a heated kiss. He wasn't ready to let go just yet. Not when he still had so much more to give you.

His hands slid down to your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly as he once again pressed you against the tree. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, and you could feel the heat of his body against yours, the hard lines of his muscles as he held you up and settled between your legs again.

Mike's hands were everywhere, sliding under your jacket, under your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin. His teeth grazed your neck as he sucked a mark into the tender flesh there. His fingers moved to your belt, undoing it with a quick flick of his hand.

His breath hitched as he pulled your pants down just enough for your ass to be exposed, the cool air hitting your skin and making you shiver.

His hand slid down between your legs, his fingers brushing against your entrance, teasing you with the lightest of touches.

He kissed you again, rough and urgent, his tongue slipping into your mouth as his fingers slowly began to prep you. He was careful, the last thing he wanted was to hurt you. He took his time, letting his fingers slide in gently, one at first, then two, stretching you carefully as his other hand gripped your waist to hold you steady.

He kissed you harder, his tongue moving in sync with the rhythm of his fingers as he continued to work you open.

"You're so fucking tight," he groaned against your lips, his voice thick with desire. "You're going to feel so good around me."

He stretched you further, his fingers moving faster now, more deliberately. His heart was pounding in his chest, his own arousal pressing hard against his jeans.

His fingers curled inside you, brushing against that sweet spot that made you gasp and arch against him.

Your moans were the only answer he needed and Mike knew you were as ready as he was. He pulled his fingers out slowly, the absence making you whimper, but before you could protest, Mike was already undoing his own jeans, pushing them down just enough to free himself.

He pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, his hands gripping your waist tightly as he held you steady.

"Tell me you want this," Mike growled, his voice low and dangerous as he looked into your eyes, his breath hot against your lips. "Tell me you want me."

"I want you," you gasped, your voice breathless and desperate as you tightened your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "I need you... please."

That was all he needed to hear. With a low groan, Mike pushed into you slowly, inch by inch, his cock stretching you in a way that made you gasp. The tightness around him was almost too much, the heat and pressure overwhelming, but it felt perfect.

"Fuck," Mike grunted as he buried himself inside you, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. He could feel every inch of you, the way your muscles clenched around him.

For a moment, he didn't move, just savoring the feeling, the way you fit him so perfectly. His forehead rested against yours, both of you panting, trying to catch your breath.

"You feel so fucking good," Mike groaned, his hands sliding up your back, holding you tight against him as he finally began to move.

You moaned his name softly, your nails digging into his shoulders as you clung to him, and it only made Mike more desperate. His pace quickened, his hips snapping forward with more force now, driving deeper into you with every thrust.

Mike's hands roamed your body, gripping your ass, your thighs, anything he could hold onto as he lost himself in the feeling of you.

His voice barely audible as he kissed you hard, his teeth grazing your lower lip as his thrusts became more frantic, more desperate.

He slammed into you harder now, his hands gripping your hips to pull you down onto him as he thrust up, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you with every stroke.

Mike could feel his own release building, the pressure becoming almost unbearable as he thrust into you with reckless abandon. His breath was ragged, his heart pounding in his chest, and he could feel the way your body was trembling, the way you clenched around him, pulling him deeper.

"I'm gonna-" Mike's voice broke off into a low groan as the pleasure overwhelmed him, his body tensing as he came hard, his release spilling inside you. His hips jerked forward, his thrusts becoming erratic as he rode out the wave of pleasure.

Both you and Mike found yourselves leaning against the tree, your bodies still pressed close, the cold air doing little to calm the heat that lingered between you. Mike's chest heaved with deep breaths, his forehead resting against yours as he tried to steady himself. His arms still held you securely.

Mike's fingers gently trailed down your back. He gave a low, satisfied hum, his lips grazing your temple as he pressed a soft kiss there.

"I wasn't expecting that kind of apology," Mike murmured, his voice still rough and low, the hint of a smirk pulling at his lips. "But damn... I could get used to it."

You let out a breathy laugh, still a little dazed and breathless yourself. "Well... I owe you after all this time."

Mike chuckled softly, his lips brushing against yours in a lazy kiss before he finally pulled back, his eyes flicking toward the direction of the lodge. He ran a hand through his messy hair, shaking his head slightly in disbelief of everything that had just happened.

"We should probably get to that cabinet," he said, though his voice carried an unmistakable teasing edge.

His hands still hadn't fully left your waist, and you could tell that he wasn't quite ready to let you go. There was a playful glint in his eyes now.

"Yeah, we should," you agreed, your voice soft as you glanced up at him. "I could use a break from the cold."

Mike grinned, finally letting his hands drift from your waist as he helped you adjust your clothes and brushing off the snow that had clung to your clothes. His touch was gentle now, though the way his fingers lingered on your skin as he fixed your jacket told you that his thoughts were far from innocent.

"But you know..." his voice dropped to that low, teasing tone that you were becoming all too familiar with. "I'm not sure one apology is enough. I might need a few more of those. Just to make sure you're really sorry."

You raised an eyebrow at him, unable to stop the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. "Oh? And what exactly do you have in mind, Monroe?"

Mike leaned in closer, his lips just barely brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Maybe I'll show you when we get to that cabinet. It's nice and private... perfect for a few more 'apologies’."

Mike pulled back slightly, that smirk never leaving his face as he took your hand, leading you back toward the path.

The night had only just begun, and with Mike by your side, it was clear that this was just the start of something much, much deeper.

If you liked this story please leave a comment, I love reading them <3.

[geneviveleocardius]

mike munroe and his way of loving you

a sucker for you.

mike’s love for you is bold and undeniable. he’s the guy who grabs your hand in the middle of a crowd, spins you around, and dips you into a dramatic kiss just because he can. his confidence doesn’t waver, and he wants everyone to know he’s crazy about you.

his kisses are playful and teasing most of the time—quick pecks that turn into stolen moments of passion when you least expect it. but when he’s in a tender mood, his kisses become slower and full of affection, as if he’s trying to show you how much you mean to him without saying a word.

he absolutely adores your neck. not just because he loves trailing kisses there, but because he likes how sensitive it is when he teases you with soft nuzzles or whispers. he’ll smirk and say something like, “you’ve got the best neck in the game, babe. i’m just here appreciating greatness.”

during your period, mike is a total sweetheart with a playful edge. he’ll joke, “so, how many mood swings do i need to prepare for today? just kidding—sort of.” but then he’s all about bringing you snacks, massaging your feet, or letting you use him as a pillow.

his love language is physical touch, hands down. whether it’s pulling you into his lap, wrapping an arm around your waist, or just playing with your fingers absentmindedly, mike loves staying connected to you in any way possible.

mike loves making you laugh, and he’ll stop at nothing to do it. whether it’s goofy impressions, corny jokes, or spontaneous dance moves, he lives for the sound of your laughter and the way your face lights up when you’re happy.

he’s got a protective streak, but he handles it with charm. if someone flirts with you, he’ll casually step in and say something like, “hey, buddy, thanks for keeping her company while i was gone. she’s all mine, though—better luck next time.”

mike is so into surprises. he’ll plan last-minute road trips, set up spontaneous date nights, or even show up at your work with your favorite drink. he thrives on keeping things exciting and seeing the joy in your reaction.

his teasing is endless, but it’s always filled with love. he’ll call you silly nicknames, poke fun at your quirks, and pretend to be offended when you roast him back. “wow, babe, that one cut deep. who taught you to be so mean?”

mike is obsessed with your legs. he loves watching you move, whether you’re walking, dancing, or just lounging around. he’ll grin and say, “what can i say? they’re perfect. you should probably thank your genetics or something.”

when he’s feeling vulnerable, he tries to hide it with humor, but you can always tell. in those moments, he’ll cling to you a little tighter, whispering, “don’t ever leave me, okay? i mean, not like you could—you’re stuck with me now.”

no matter how playful or teasing he gets, mike makes sure you never doubt how much he loves you. he’ll say it outright, bold and unapologetic: “you’re my everything, babe. i know i’m annoying sometimes, but hey, you signed up for this chaos.”

[spaceycat]

Mike Munroe- thoughts on how he fucks? I think he's a noisey bitch tbh

ts 5am and i have plans today and i havent slept but we persevere!!!!! MICHAEL MUNROE. OH MY GOD.

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✰ mike definitely wants to hear you enjoy yourself, because it proves he's doing shit right so he always likes to hear you moan as loud as you can.

✰ will edge you until you're literally sobbing beneath him and then overstimulates you and mocks you the entire time like "but you wanted to come a minute ago, i'm just helping you out baby.."

✰ calls you princess, angel, baby, beautiful

✰ he is so loud in bed and is not afraid to show it, like if you're fucking in a bathroom or a bedroom w/ people around PEOPLE KNOW. PEOPLE KNOW ITS MIKE.

✰ is more of a dom, doesnt usually sub - and when he does he still is kinda switchy with it. he likes being in control of things.

✰ likes receiving head more than giving, but even when he gives head bro is like a starving man - lapping at your pussy until you're writhing beneath him.

✰ he likes toys to use on you for foreplay but its low-key his enemy because he wants to be in control and to be the one that makes you feel good

✰ 100% got one of em dildo things and made one of his own dick for you to use when he isnt there

✰ this man definitely sends you like photos of his chest, his dick all leaking, his v-line, HIS HAPPY TRAIL. i wanna lick it. and sometimes sends you videos of him jerking off at the WORST TIMES

✰ when he's jerking off he definitely holds his shirt between his teeth tehehehehe

✰ loves it when you send him photos of yourself, videos of you pleasuring yourself and hearing your moans, or send him a video riding that dildo from before - be certain he is on his way home to fuck you bro

✰ facedown doggy he loves omg, but he also loves missionary. he loves any position as long as you are in it.

✰ tits & ass guy, loves to play with your ass and tits during sex and likes to suck on your nipples ALL THE TIME - he is obsessed with them.

✰ bro has such a high stamina and sex-drive, you could go for 4 rounds before he needs a breather then back on it. he is a horn dog bro.

i'm inlove with him

[miamooooo]

instead of mike and emily's name being carved into the picnic table, it's you and mike's. yes he ends up fucking you against that cold ass table in the dead of winter because he is an animal.

(warnings): nsfw, reader has female anatomy, idrk how to write for mike but i'm obsessed with this idea </3

it was just supposed to be a wholesome moment before you and mike met with your friends at the lodge. one moment, you both were giggling and carving your initials in the wooden picnic table with silly little hearts. then the next, mike has you bent over said table, jeans slid down your thighs and rolling his hips into you.

"mmph..! god, mike—"

"mmhm?" he shakily hums in your ear, his grip on your hips tightening as he pulls back just enough before thrusting back inside of you again.

"someone's gonna— mmh! someone's gonna find us.."

he's heard you the first ten times, and honestly mike doesn't care. all he cares about is fucking you senseless. "mmh fuck— you're fine, hon.. no one's coming to find us."

as soon as you try to retort, he cuts you off with a particularly hard thrust that shakes the table beneath you and makes you gasp out loud. he moves one of his hands around to go in between your thighs to rub slow and messy circles over your throbbing clit.

"mmh— oh gosh oh gosh.." you whimper, fingers digging into the edge of the freezing cold table. mike groans loudly at the way your walls tightly squeeze around him.

"thaaat's it, hon. fuck.."

as much as you're worried about being caught, mike is so good at making you forget. his fingers are on your clit all while plunging his cock in your tight cunt, and he's grunting in your ear for you to "take it all," — it's soo fucking good. you can't help the way your eyes roll into the back of your head when you cum around his cock with a loud moan.

"fuckk yeah— that's my girl."

[slayrith]

valentine's day at the lodge

happy valentine's day lovelies! as a sweet treat, here's how i think the until dawn cast would do for you for valentine's day...

for my ladies..

Emily Davis

she would spoil you. Like you'd get some many designer gifts and fancy chocolates AND a floral arrangement personally done by a ton-notch florist

Emily also 100% gets you guys matching items- like we saw Matt and Emily's matching turtlenecks, this bitch wants everyone to know you guys are together.

Spent ages planning the perfect Valentine's day outing- istg she made an itinerary for the day and is constantly looking at her phone to make sure everything's perfect; if you guys steer off of it in any way she may get a little ruffled over it but honestly? she's so happy to spend the say with you she gets over it surprisingly fast- guess your reassuring smile calmed her down

Ashley Brown

she honestly spent so long crafting a thoughtful and sentimental gift it completely slipped her mind that you guys would actually have to do something together

but knowing her, she'd be more of a picnic date or night-in making a homemade meal or ordering in your favorite restaurant and watching sappy romance movies or whatnot

the kind of gift she would make would be an amalgamation of your favorite things- like she'd so buy a copy of your favorite book and learn how to take the pages and make them into paper roses for a bouquet if it didn't hurt her soul to tear a book

her card for you is so sweet- not only would it be handmade, Ashley writes the sweetest and most intimate love letters you could ever imagine like she puts her hobby of writing into good use

Jessica Riley

She had been thinking of spending Valentine's day with you since you two got together- or even since the last one.

"We should do this" "Oh- I should get you this!" "This sounds like such a fun date for Valentine's"

By the time the holiday rolls around, you really have no clue what she's planning for the day

Her gifts are more traditional with a signature Jess spin on it- roses and your favorite flowers in a gorgeous tulle wrapping with a lacy bow tied on it, an ultra-fluffy teddy bear covered in her perfume, and your favorite chocolates ever- the cutest card she spent months searching for on top

You two go to a dinner together and she can not stop taking pictures of you, the two of you, the food.. she's so sentimental and she wants to capture every moment you guys have together

Sam Giddings

She's more of a date person than a gift person, let's be honest

Like she would get you a gift- probably something you mentioned and she made a mental note after seeing your eyes light up- but she's way more of a quality-time person than gift-giving

Since she's more of an outdoorsy person, she'd be more prone to a picnic or going to a restaurant with an absolutely beautiful view- you and her underneath the stars is a dream for her, honestly

she for sure handmade her card, her signature art on it with a very sweet yet simple message- she's very thoughtful, but her actions speak louder than words

Hannah Washington

Valentine's Day is her favorite holiday, and she makes it obvious

As romantic as a dinner date would be, she's a homebody at heart- your date would be something like a night in baking or making a meal together and sifting through Josh's film collection to find some sappy yet artful romances

ALL of her gifts are handmade- even if she bought something, she always put her own spin on it, and she gets really shy when admitting that to you

Her favorite kind of gifts are baking you your favorite cookies or crafting an elaborate card specially made for you, and her note was so long she stuffed papers into the card and wrote "happy valentine's day" on the card itself\

Beth Washington

she's more traditional- roses, a box of fancy chocolates, and a sweet card

however, this woman takes you to a romantic brunch then finishes it off with a lovely dinner

she's very sweet but romantic stuff isn't her strongsuit so a lot of her efforts are in collaboration with Hannah

one of your gifts was your favorite cookies baked homemade by Beth and Hannah- which you find sweeter because of the time she took to make sure everything was perfect

for my fellas..

Mike Munroe

he has so much experience- he works with the basics

a beautiful bouquet of roses that are your favorite color/a color that reminds him of you, a well-picked box of chocolates, and a candle-lit dinner at a luxury restaurant that he definitely did not get a reservation for a month in advance

mike got you a lingerie set as a gag gift- "something for the both of us, you know? since it is a holiday for couples- just kidding.. I mean unless-"

let's just say it might have been put to use that night depending on how he was acting

Chris Hartley

let's be honest, his first valentine's day with you is his first valentine's day with anyone- so he makes sure he gets it perfect

chris definitely has a note in his phone with everything there is to know about you- your favorite flowers, food, restaurants, even your least favorites; he didn't want to mess anything up

Josh helped a lot with his planning- helping him plan a nice dinner, finding chris a good florist on his budget, etc

he's more the type to gift you something thoughtful, and more into more relaxed dates than anything- maybe making you a nice meal, or spending the night in playing video games or just spending time together

Matt Taylor

similar to mike, matt goes a more traditional route- but I feel matt is more chill

he'd take you to a restaurant he knows in his gut you'll like, even if you've never been before

he is so giddy- he spent so much time and thought planning this, he almost spoiled his surprise for you the week before, and you already had a feeling what he was giving you

his gift is very personal; i feel like he'd get you matching jewelry or something with his name on it- he likes claiming what's his, after all

Josh Washington

everyone thinks Josh is the type to lavish you in luxuries- but honestly? I think he's humble, and more of a "it's the thought that counts" sort of guy

like yes, he's gifted you some expensive gifts, but they were all things he knew you would like- not just something you'd appreciate because of the price tag

if anything, he's the kind of guy to set up a movie night in, or to make a scrapbook of all his favorite memories of you two

the most extreme he's gotten one year is a weekend away at the lodge with just the two of you

"sure, I could get you some $500 necklace, but a night with you is something I couldn't put a price tag on."

[thefritzfandomhour]

MIKE MUNROE NSFW HCS OMG PLS

michael munroe 18+ headcanons || until dawn

YES HELLO !! it was an honor to come up with these! i took some time to read through some developer comments, read some fanfics and headcanons from other content creators (big love to vetrosoffiato07 on ao3... their work is gold), so i really hope i got mike somewhat canon! i love exploring these new topics though, wow, this was super fun to write :] please enjoy!

(take a shot every time i make a post that isn't my intro)

this writing is intended for ADULT CONSUMPTION and contains NSFW material

the author is male but writes the reader as ambiguous as possible.

★ he's a man of many lengths, or so they say. some claim he can hardly reach 4 inches rock hard, others claim he reaches around 8 on a lazy day. michael refused to confirm or deny, he liked it when people debated over his body

★ but when you start jumping into the conversation? mike felt like he had to shut down those rumors to save himself from embarrassment. in reality, he's just shy of 6 but knows how to use every single goddamn inch to his advantage. it curves up just a bit, becoming thicker towards his tip

★ mike likes to keep himself trimmed, definitely has a grown bush but he makes the effort to not let it get out of control. his body hair is his pride and joy, probably owns hair products for it too

★ this man is a hunter, a beast. and you? are his prey. he gets pretty rough and feral when you two get together. he'll grab your wrist and tug you along, running his hands through your hair before forcing your eyes to lock with him. mike adores the slightly intimidated look on your face when he has you pinned into a corner

★ mike is a biter, for sure. your skin would be littered with slight, stinging love bites. every once in a while he'll end up breaking the skin layer. he feigns sympathy, spitting on it and rubbing it in with a slight laugh. giving him too much control is risky, because he'll probably start to ask about bringing in bdsm to your lives

★ really into the whole "collared" concept. very light pet play, almost? he likes having you on a leash in the bedroom, a nice, black leather leash affixed to a collar he got you. he has you leashed, you're *his*. to him, it’s this secret second life he has behind closed doors with you

★ he focuses on sensory play. having you blindfolded and ear plugged while he runs different items over you. what is that sharp poke against your throat? or the cold, blunt metal running up and down your body? the fact you had no idea how close he was to fucking you up sent shivers down his spine. being in control of the situation always set his nerves on fire

★ mike is an experienced man, he knows how to make his partner feel good. but sometimes he forgets that uh ... talking about his past relationships during the act isn't really the most sexy thing in the world. when he’s lost in bliss, sometimes he’ll throw out mindless jabs at his exes

“oh jesus… oh f-..fuck … emma’s throat c-c..could never….-”

★ you're pretty much his entire world though. eye contact is big for him (when he isn't nulling your ability to sense things). he loves watching your gaze flicker back and forth, lust clouding over your eyes, rolling back at his touch. that was everything to him. he'd constantly be trying to meet your gaze when making love

★ he has a prince albert piercing. the jewelry he puts in are 6g rings, switching between jet black and silver. body mods are something he’s only briefly looked into but finds himself interested in seeing in porn

i had a great time writing this. i hope this lives up to your expectations, and thank you once again for the response! mike is a great character, definitely further towards the middle and end of the game. im slowly learning to love him more :3

[pixel rifle themed borders were designed by gunsweat on deviantart]

[synnamon-hearts]

Hii I’m back again to ask if you could please write headcannons of how UD characters would react waking up & you telling them you had a dream of them having sex & feeling needy bc of it ?? (Assuming they’re together) 🙂‍↔️

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Ooooo, okay! 👀

NSFW down below!

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Josh ~ Ohhhhh God, Josh would be the biggest tease. It would also boost his ego by like 1000%. He has that much of an effect on you that you had an actual sex dream about him? Man, what a flex! And it was so good that you want him right now? He would chuckle at this, already sitting up and preparing to recreate the scene. He's really dedicated to recreating settings since he dreams of being a film producer.

"Awww, needy because you dreamed of me fucking you silly? Look at you, already soaked through your little panties. Lay back and let me do all the work, beautiful. I got you."

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Chris ~ The way this mf would blush omfg it would make his whole year! He actually made a girl have a sex dream so intense she's ready to go as soon as she wakes up? No fucking way. Making a girl dream about you is wild enough, let alone this! He would be jumping at the opportunity to fulfill your desires as soon as you tell him what the dream was about.

"Wait, wait, wait... You had a dream... About me? Wow... Wow... This is unbelievable. Lay back. Let me do this for you. I need to."

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Mike ~ Ahhh Mike, Mike, Mike, Mike... Mike... Lmao he would be SO cocky. Even more than Josh, actually. Before you can even finish telling him about your dream, he's on top of you, already kissing your neck. He thinks he doesn't have to hear anymore, since he already knows every single thing that makes you tick.

"Shh, shh, shh. Let me take care of you, baby. You like that, yeah? Yeah? Let your big strong man make you feel good. You want that, huh? Just let me do the work, baby."

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Matt ~ Matt would be the biggest sweetheart over it, chuckling fondly and planting a soft kiss to your forehead. He would listen intently, a dopey and tired smile on his face as he watches you rant away about every detail that happened in the dream. And then he would ask what specifically you would like him to do for you to make you feel as good as you felt when you were sleeping.

"Awe that's so sweet, babe. I'm even on your mind while you're dreaming, hm? Want me to do anything for you? Don't worry about it being late and me having football practice tomorrow. You come first. What do you need me to do for you?"

𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭

Sam ~ Sam would honestly be flattered that you had a dream about her. She would hold you, rub your back, and caress your hair as you tell her about your dream. Aw, you're so sweet and worked up right now for her. How did she get so lucky. Of course, she would want to help you in any way she can.

"Aww, sweetie. You don't have to ask me twice, okay? I'm here for you. Just lay back and relax, okay? I'll make you feel better."

𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭

Ashley ~ Y-You had a sex dream??? About her??? Wow, this is something Ashley has written about in her fanfics, but never even dreamed of it happening to her. She would be blushing wildly as you talked her through what danced in your mind as you slumbered, before bashfully asking if you want to recreate the moment in real life.

"Oh... Oh wow... I've only read about this stuff before but I didn't think it could be possible. Not for me. Would you... Would you want to do this... In real life... Like... Right now? No pressure, of course!"

𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭

Jess ~ Jess would be shocked. Like she plays it off cocky but she didn't think this would happen. She isn't all that confident in the effect she has on you, despite what she says. So to hear this boosts her ego a little bit. She wouldn't admit it to you, but it almost made her want to cry.

Emily ~ I'm gonna be blunt, Emily would be pissed that you woke her up. How fucking dare you disturb her beauty sleep?! But to hear that it was because you were needy for her eases her frustration just by a small amount. Still, that's not gonna stop her from taking her anger out on you just a little bit in a way you crave for.

"You... You what? I-I mean, hell yeah! I bet I'm on that mind every night, huh? How about you just lay back and let me rock your world. I'll give you something to put you right back to sleep, baby."

𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭

"What the fuc— Are you fucking serious? I need my fucking sle— Oh... Oh... Okay, fine. Just this once. Now lay still while I get the cuffs..."

𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~��~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭

[ruewrote]

𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

PAIRING: mike munroe x fem!reader WARNINGS: too little too late, no use of y/n GENRE: angst SONG INSPIRATION: i know you by faye webster WORD COUNT: 1k

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you found yourself once again caught up in the tangled drama that was michael monroe. you and mike had always had an undeniable connection. one with stolen glances, inside jokes, the kind of chemistry that hovered just shy of something real. 

but as soon as emily and jessica started competing for his attention, you’d backed off, deciding to not get wrapped up in someone else’s chaos. it was easier to watch from the sidelines, letting your feelings slowly drift into the background. at least, that’s what you told yourself.

but here you were, sitting beside him on the edge of a worn couch in the lodge, both just soaking up the atmosphere of the now quiet lodge. most of the group had gone to bed, leaving you and mike to sit alone in the dimly lit room.

you’d come down for a late night snack and found him sitting there, looking ost in thought. you almost turned around, but when he looked up and met your gaze, he gave a small smile, motioning for you to join him.

“so,” he said, breaking the silence after a moment, “still awake, huh?”

“could say the same to you,” you replied, settling into the cushion beside him, careful to keep some distance.

he chuckled, leaning forward and rubbing his hands together as if trying to warm them by the fire. “yeah, guess i just can’t sleep with everyone up here again. reminds me of the last time we were all together…before everything got so complicated.”

you scoffed, shaking your head. “by ‘complicated,’ do you mean the whole emily versus jess war?”

mike’s expression softened, almost guilty. “yeah, that’s part of it.” he glanced sideways at you, eyes flicking over your face. “kinda miss when it was just…simple, you know?”

you raised an eyebrow, feeling a familiar warmth in your chest. “maybe it wasn’t ever simple. maybe we just wanted it to be.”

he didn’t respond right away, just stared into the fire, looking pensive. there was a time when a pause like this would have meant something. a heartbeat of possibility. but that was before..

“didn’t think it’d end up like this,” he finally said, his voice quiet. “feels like we’re all different people now.”

“yeah, well, some people change more than others,” you replied, trying to keep the edge out of your voice. you hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, but seeing him in front of you. just you and him. stirred up all those old memories, the times you’d wondered if maybe he felt the same way. 

the question you’d never gotten around to asking because, sooner than you’d realised, there was jessica draped over his shoulder, or emily fuming by his side.

his mouth twitched, and he looked over at you, that familiar, easy smile tugging at his lips. “is that your way of saying i messed up?”

“maybe,” you said, meeting his gaze, unflinching. “or maybe it’s just me realising i made the right call in staying out of it.”

“ouch,” he said, but there was a glint in his eye, and he didn’t look away. “guess i deserved that.”

you bit back a smile, leaning back on the couch, feeling a bit more at ease as the memories softened the edges of your irritation. “you absolutely did.”

mike laughed, the sound light, almost free. “you know,” he began, leaning back as well, mirroring your position, “there was a time when i thought maybe…you and i…”

“don’t,” you cut in, holding up a hand, a half hearted warning. “don’t even go there.”

“what?” he asked, his tone teasing but his eyes a little more serious. “afraid i’ll ruin your pristine opinion of me?”

you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “what opinion? the one where you’re a magnet for relationship drama?”

he grinned, but there was something softer in his gaze now, almost regretful. “maybe i am. but if i am, it’s only because i got distracted…didn’t go after what i really wanted.”

a flicker of surprise flared in your chest, and for a second, you could feel that “what ifs” creeping back. “and what was that?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

the room seemed to still as he held your gaze. “i think you know.”

the words hung between you, their meaning clear, yet unsaid. there was something vulnerable in his expression, something you hadn’t seen before. you swallowed, the weight of your choice pressing down on you.

there was a part of you that wanted to reach out, to close the space between you and see if the years of missed chances had only made the spark stronger. but another part quickly remembered the way your other friends felt about him. 

you glanced away, breaking the spell. “too bad you didn’t realise it sooner.”

he nodded slowly, his face falling just a bit. “yeah,” he said, his voice quiet. “too bad.”

the silence was thick, filled with all the unspoken things that had been left behind. you could feel the shift, sealing off a path you’d once been tempted to take. maybe it was for the best. you’d walked away from his chaos once, you could do it again.

but just as you were about to stand, he reached out, his hand catching yours in a gentle, hesitant grip. his fingers were warm, grounding you in the present moment, pulling you back before you could leave. you looked down at his hand, then back at him, a question in your eyes.

“hey,” he said, his voice softer, a little unsure. “i know i’ve made my share of mistakes. but…maybe this time, we could try again. just you and me. no drama. no distractions.”

you swallowed, his words stirring something long buried. but the memories of watching emily’s furious glances and jessica’s possessive hand holding still lingered, reminding you of all the things that could go wrong.

you slipped your hand free, giving him a small, sad smile. “maybe, mike. maybe someday.”

he nodded, the faintest hint of a sad smile tugging at his lips.

“i’ll hold you to that.”

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How You Met The Boys (Middle School) (GN!Reader)

Fluff

An~Kay so I'm not American, but I looked it up, and in Canada (where ud is set) middle school is from 12-15. Just so my fellow international girlypawps are aware lol. let me know if you're interested in one for the girls. This is funnn I like these silly lil dudes. Okay... do I have a thing for acedemic rivals to friends/lovers??? Well yes. Well yes indeed. Mike's is explicitly romantic whereas the rest are all up to you. Sorryyy I just got into it :( I like down bad Mike. Sue me.

Josh Washington

You're sat in the principals office with your dad behind you and the boy you punched sitting in the chair beside you, his dad behind him.

"Mx L/N. Want to explain to Mr. Washington why we're here?" The principal asks expectantly

You sigh "He kept making fun of Jessica Riley's acne. I told him to stop or I'd punch him. He didn't, so I punched him."

Your dad clears his throat awkwardly, looking to the boy's father "I'm very sorry for their behaviour, it won't hap-"

"I'm not." You interrupt

Everybody in the room looks at you like you punched him again

"I told him to stop making fun of her or I'd punch him. He was totally warned, and still chose to do it. He knew what was coming. It's out of my hands at that point. He's just an idiot." You shrug

Your dad begins to scold you, his dad starts speaking very harshly about you to the principal, and he continues to stare, a tiny smile grows on his face

"I mean, yeah. They're right." The boy cuts through the static noise of adult chatter "I was being a jerk and they were sticking up for their friend."

His dad looks appalled, like admiting you were a prick is something completely foreign to him "Joshua, don't apologise to this brat. They punched you so hard you lost a tooth!"

"Hey, no need to start calling my kid names like that. Your kid started it, and he seems sorry. Y/N? Anything you want to say?" Your dad defends you, and Josh, seemingly

You roll your eyes "I'm sorry your dad is a bigger jerk than you."

Josh laughs, he has a really nice laugh, maybe he's not so bad now? Maybe you punched his head on right. His father doesn't feel the same, clearly. He continues to yell at the principal and your dad

Eventually you're forced to reluctantly apologise so everyone can finally go.

As soon as you're alone with your dad, he gives you a high five "good job for sticking up for your friend. And for standing your ground in there. But maybe try to not to resort straight to violence next time." He laughs, ruffling your hair playfully

The next day at recess, Josh apologises to Jess. And at lunch, he found you.

And he just never left

Chris Hartley

Maybe randomised partners for group projects is supposed to build teamworking skills, but that's only if you're not constantly trying to one up your partner.

Which is exactly what happened when your science teacher paired you with Chris.

He expected to have to do all the work while you goofed off, but you actually trying may have been worse.

You kept getting in the way of his ideas, even more infuriatingly, your suggestions were good, really good.

Eventually you both got sick of the bickering and decided to work on separate projects and you'd pick whichever one was best to present.

And the war began

He found professional sites and articles to pull facts and evidence from?

You conducted your own experiments and came to your own findings.

You spent hours on making your presentation as eye catching as possible?

He creates physical models for other students to see exactly whatever he's explaining is doing.

The fighting only gets worse- and by the time you guys have to pick to better project, it's nearly impossible to have any sort of productive conversation

You're sat on his bedroom floor, rolling your eyes during his entire mock presentation

Once he finishes, he smiles, expecting you to erupt into applause

"Boring. Bad. Didn't like it. Let's see mine. My amazing presentation that'll have you utterly amazed." You stand, and begin your presentation, ignoring his complete lack of interest.

Yeah... still, neither of you can agree on anything. So you decide, you'll do both and let the teacher choose.

Which also doesn't go well

He asks you both to stay back after class...

"Okay, well, you guys learned nothing about teamwork, but those were some of the most incredible presentations I've ever had kids your age give," he starts, you roll your eyes

"And I think, once you accept that you're both smart, and that you don't need to be rivals, you two could be an amazing team. Id be very curious to see what you're capable of. Maybe even at the science fair in a few months...?"

You scoff "Absolutely not. I'm never talking to him again"

"Yeah, politely, Y/N has been a complete and utter nightmare."

...

You both won every science fair since then.

Matt Taylor

Football guys were all jerks!

Gym class is the worst for EVERY reason, but those stupid guys who thought everybody was lucky to be near them were the worst of the worst.

All of them were the same. They played wayy too hard, took everything wayy too seriously, and had, basically no empathy for others.

And the teachers would let them get away with everything!

So when forced to play dodge ball, one of those football dicks through the ball way to hard and injured you

HE got in no trouble, but you got NO help! You just had to sit on the bench and get over it??? So unfair!

You were nursing your injury, in a obviously bad mood, when you noticed him staring at you. He seemed like he felt bad, but thats impossible, he's just like everyone else. You rolled your eyes

After the game finished, he snuck over to you

"Hey, im- I'm so sorry for that, uh... hit?" He awkwardly apologised

You gave him a dirty look "whatever, why do you care?"

"Because I hurt you, it was totally an accident, sometimes I get into 'football brain' during regular gym class and I put too much power info my throws and I hurt people... and I'm really sorry."

Your jaw drops a tiny bit... he's sorry???

"Uh... I... okay? I understand...?" You stammered, utterly perplexed

The guy seemed concerned "Are you okay? You look like I just grew a second head"

"No, no... just- why are you apologising??" You asked

"Because I hurt you?" He repeated "have you never apologised before??"

You were a little offended by the question "I have, obviously! But all you football guys are jerks, you annoy, bother, and hurt everybody, but never apologise. Why are you doing that?"

"Jeez! I- I'm nothing like those guys, we just play the same sport. I swear. Please don't think of me like that" He was hurt by your assumption

"Sorry, I was wrong." You sighed

He properly introduced himself, Matt. And the more you talked, the more you realised just how wrong you really were. The guy was an absolute sweetheart, little bit dumb sometimes, but a really good dude.

Okay... so maybe most of those football guys were jerks.

Mike Munroe

Mike was a shoo-in for class president

There was no reason to even try

He's funny, smart, likeable, everybody who meets him is utterly charmed

Until... you?

You're smart, likable, funny... and you seem to actually care about helping people...? damn

Well, he does love a challenge, and finally having a worthy opponent

You have the smarts, the genuine passion, the desire to improve your classmates lives, but he has the social intelligence, the charm, the persuasion

Intelligence vs persuasion, passion vs charisma, the desire to help people vs the desire for power

It's annoying when he realises you're genuinely the better person, so he has to resort to bad mouthing you.

Mike expects you to crack under the pressure, but you keep your cool, and navigate his accusations and rumours with grace

Your posters are informative and well put together, clearly preferring substance over flash, Mike's are eye catching and intriguing, but there's nothing beneath the surface

It all comes to a head at the debate. Mike was so fucking sure he had it in the bag

He sees you, sanding opposite him, a confident smile, great posture, answering every question thoughtfully

You're talking about something you'd change about the school, everyone is hanging on your every word and Mike feels that same magnetic pull

He notices that sparkle in your eye, that smile, the joy you feel trying to make a difference...

Oh- shit-

He likes you. A lot...

You have a charm, it's not just how pretty you are, it's genuine charm. You're so sweet, you're so- shit- he has a thing for you. He has a fucking crush on his opponent.

Mike has absolutely no idea what to do! He's never liked anyone before, they just like him and he goes along with it but-

You're looking at him... your sparkling eyes....

"-Mr Munroe?" He's whipped back to the auditorium, he's on stage- whole lot of people staring at him... shit- what was the question??

He blushes- "Uh..." wait- he looks down, you're sliding a note into his hand- you're so warm...

Opening the note reveals the question he was asked- Oh thank fuck. He answers it with a shaky voice, his mind still on your eyes, your warmth, your smile.

You helped him... you could've let him embarrass himself but- you helped him... shit- shit- he's so into you... look at you!

Afterwards, he sits in an empty class during lunch, still reeling from the revelation, how long has he had a thing for you??

When he started staring at you in class? He thought he was studying his opponent but...

Was it when he started getting upset when you spoke to other guys? He thought he was mad you were smoozing voters, but.... was he jealous?

Was MICHAEL MUNROE JEALOUS??

This isn't making sense, none of this makes sense, Mike is the charming one. Mike is the one everyone likes. Why does he feel like this??

You won the election obviously, and you're the best class president.

He's a good loser, for once he's actually glad he lost. Your utter joy when you realised you won? Fuckk- you're making it impossible to not fall harder for you.

You came to him after the win... he was the first one you went to...

He shook your hand, he shared your smile and stared into your sparkling eyes, he adored that sparkle...

♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆

~Elliebean714

[xoxocher]

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

SUMMARY - you let him take what he needs. you tell yourself it’s enough. but when the sun rises and he slips away, you’re left with the bitter taste of what you’ll never be.

PAIRING/SETTING - fem!reader x fwb!mike munroe. no prank au. no use of y/n.

WARNINGS - graphic sexual material, mild angst (verbal altercation), & strong language.

W/C - 1,192 (this is as short 'n' sweet as it's gonna get)

A/N - this is a bit self-indulgent, but i was absolutely shocked by the lack of mike fics. i’m sure there’s an audience out there somewhere, right? ♥︎ (p.s. i am finally prioritizing requests! i just needed to write for a new character lol) 

you swore it was a one-time thing, a drunken mistake.

but then it happened again. and again. and soon enough, you weren’t even bothering to pretend it was an accident.

no labels. no expectations. just pure, unadulterated pleasure.

his car is parked at the edge of some dusty lot in the dead of night, the world beyond the windows nothing but smog and the soft glow of distant headlights. you’re sprawled across the backseat, skirt bunched up around your waist, panties tugged to the side.

he’s settled between your legs, breath warm and wanting, his stubble rasping against the plush skin of your inner thighs. his eyes meet yours with a wicked glint before licking a tortuous stripe up your slit. your head thumps against the window, eyes fluttering shut. 

heat curls through your core with every flick of his tongue and delicate scrape of his teeth. 

his hands pin your hips down, holding you in place as he works you open.

he continues to lap at your cunt in long, languid strokes. your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. he hums in response, the vibration making you cry out. 

he is going to devour you whole.

he closes his lips around your clit, sucking it into his mouth, and your breath catches in a ragged gasp.

“mike-” you rasp, nails dragging against his scalp. “i’m gonna come.”

and when you do, it’s with his name on your lips, his mouth unrelenting, drawing out every last wave. he doesn’t stop until you’re whining, your thighs trembling around his head as you forcefully push him away.

he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark and hungry as he crawls back up to kiss you. “c’mere,” he growls, voice rough with need.

he fumbles with his jeans, pushing them down just enough to free himself–his cock leaking against his stomach. “c’mon, baby. need you so bad.”

you nod, already shifting to straddle him. 

when you sink down, the stretch is almost too much, and he curses under his breath. you clench around him like a vice, desperate for every inch. 

“shit–so fucking tight,” he groans, as he guides you up and down his length. his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your ass with enough pressure to bruise.“take it–just like that.”

each thrust is raw, messy, the slap of skin echoing in the confined space. you choke back a sob, teetering the line between pain and pleasure. he’s filling you so completely, hitting that spot that makes your vision blur.

“fuck, mike,” you gasp, nails raking down his chest, leaving angry red lines in their wake. “god, don’t stop.” 

the car rocks with his force, windows long fogged over as the smell of sex hangs thick in the air. you bite down on his shoulder to stifle your moans, your whole body taut as you come apart on his cock.

“jesus–fuck–gonna make me cum, baby.” he pants, words slurred with pleasure. he spills into you with a low, guttural groan.

“shit,” he sighs. “we should probably get the hell out of here before someone calls the cops.”

you giggle, hands fumbling to fix your skirt as you shift off of him, feeling the sharp sting of reality creeping back in. he tucks himself back into his jeans, running a hand through his sweat-slick hair.

“not that i’d mind seeing you in handcuffs,” he teases, flashing you a crooked grin. 

you roll your eyes, tugging your top back into place. “shut up, asshole.”

he lets out a low chuckle as he helps you regain your footing and slip back into the passenger seat. not without giving your ass a little smack on the way, of course. 

for a while, the drive is quiet. he’s got one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh, tracing lazy circles over your skin. the city passes by in a blur of neon and shadows, the hum of the tires on asphalt filling the silence. for a moment, you cradle a fragile hope between the fading streetlights–that in the soft still of the passing night, he might glimpse the part of you that aches to be more than another body to burn. 

but then, he ruins it. 

he always does. 

he disrupts the quiet with a laugh, fingers drumming against your knee. “you know what i like about you?” he drawls, offhanded, casual. “you’re just so…easy.”

“easy?” you repeat, voice edged with disbelief. 

he glances at you, brows drawing inward.“i didn’t mean–fuck–don’t look at me like that. you know what i meant.”

“oh yeah,” you murmur, turning your attention to the window. “i know exactly what you meant.”

“look, this is just supposed to be a little fun.” he rubs at his temple, jaw clenched tight. “so can we not turn this into a whole thing, please?” 

you laugh bitterly. “right. cause i’m just a convenient hole to stick your dick in when you get bored.” your voice is low, dripping with sarcasm that barely masks the sting beneath. “wouldn’t wanna ruin that.”

“jesus christ, don’t twist my words.”

“i’m not twisting shit,” you snap, sharply tilting your head in his direction. “you said what you said.” 

his eyes flick toward you, then back to the road. “don’t do this.”

“do what, mike?” you retort through gritted teeth. 

he pulls over without warning, tires crunching against the curb outside your building.

“make a total fucking ass out of me,” his voice cracks–burying the guilt deep beneath a veil of anger. “you…” he takes a deep breath in, knuckles white on the wheel, ‘you knew what this was.”

you want to scream at him. to tell him that you’re not some sick consolation prize, not just another warm body to fuck when he feels like it–but the words catch in your chest, sitting heavy behind your teeth. 

a painful knot twists in your throat as a sob claws its way up to the surface. so you settle for a resigned nod, your hand faltering slightly as it reaches for the door handle. 

his gentle grasp falls over your wrist. “wait–fuck, just–can we not end it like this?”

tears burn hot in your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. 

“go fuck yourself.” you spit, swinging the door open to slip into the night before he can pull you back in. 

you slam the door behind you, the rattle echoing in the empty street. he watches you walk away, your silhouette swallowed by the darkened entryway of your apartment building.

he slams a hand against the wheel, the crack of his palm against leather reverberating in his chest.

“god. fucking. damn. it.” he huffs, each word punctuated by a pound of his fist against the center console.

he watches your building, waiting for the lights to flicker on in your apartment. they don’t.

he exhales sharply, leaning forward to rest his head against the wheel.

“fucking idiot,” he mutters to himself. 

he knows you deserve more than this—more than him. but he can’t help it.

he never could.

he almost chases after you. but he doesn’t. he never would.

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[lefteagleblizzard]

ℌ𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔦𝔡𝔢 Mike Munroe x male reader

Summary: A request that i received: “before everything happened, Mike took a "friend" to accompany him to the cabin or something and this friend reveals himself as Mike's boyfriend in a scandalous way with a focus on what the reaction of others would be and maybe how this would affect the future.”

Tags: Male reader. He/him pronouns are used towards the reader. Secret relationship. Jealousy. Angst. Smut. Gay smut. Top Mike munroe. Dom Mike Munroe. Bottom male reader. Anal sex.

ℳ𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

Words count: 4500

The lodge was perched like a secret at the top of the snow-crusted mountain. Josh's voice had been bright over the phone when he invited you. Chris added some dorky joke that made Josh wheeze with laughter in the background and you knew they were just trying to include you and assist in your attempt to break out of your shell, or whatever fucking metaphor they wanted to pin on your anxiety.

You didn't say no. You should have, but you didn't. It wasn't that you hated the idea of fun like some cold-blooded loner skulking in the corner of the party, arms crossed, music too loud.

No, it wasn't that at all. It was him. The reason you spent the first three hours of the trip practically holding your breath, faking smiles that split at the edges, pulling your beanie lower so you wouldn't have to meet anyone's eyes.

Because how the fuck were you supposed to pretend? How were you supposed to watch him laugh and flex every person in the room like you didn't know the exact cadence of his breath when he came, the way his tone shifted when he whispered your name the second you two were alone?

You were Mike Munroe's boyfriend and no one knew. Now, in this thick wooden lodge that smelled like pine and old whiskey and snow- damp clothes drying by the fireplace, it felt like everyone in the room wanted him.

Emily had latched onto him the moment you stepped through the door of the big lodge, her perfectly manicured nails dragging down his arm like she'd branded it. Her laugh was loud, effortless, too loud, pitched too perfectly for every half-ass joke Mike made. She sat too close. Touched too much. Her eyes flicked to you once, just once, and dismissed you the way someone might dismiss a stain on a shirt-something unworthy, something in the way.

Jessica wasn't better. If Emily acted like she already had him, Jessica acted like she'd earn him. Every flip of her hair, every giggle, or the way she bit her lip when Mike so much as looked in her direction. It felt like needles under your skin, a hot, ugly truth trying to crawl out of your throat and scream that he's taken.

And sweet stammering Hannah, with those big eyes and pink cheeks and the way she looked at Mike like he hung the stars in the sky. She never threw herself at him. But it was obvious in every shy glance. Everyone knew Hannah liked Mike and they all let it be like it was just a natural fact of life.

Here in this big house every step felt like walking on cracked glass. You were the one who'd kissed him first, trembling in your dorm room as Mike kissed you back like he'd been dying for it.

Now you were just "one of the guys," a friend, a tag-along. Something less than a shadow. You watched Mike grin as he slung an arm around Emily's shoulder for a photo. You forced yourself to laugh when Josh teased Mike about how many girls he'd pull this week. You felt every second of it like a slow, sharp twist between your ribs.

He met your eyes across the room, once and it wasn't enough.

His eyes held regret, guilt, fear, you had no clue. All it did was remind you that you were the secret, the locked drawer in his chest no one else was allowed to open. The thing he tucked away when the lights were on, when the others were around.

You weren't even angry. Not really. You were just tired of feeling like a crime scene or something shameful and hidden. Your chest ached in a dull, familiar way, like bruises forming over old scars.

Josh and Chris had long since passed out downstairs, the competitive fire of their third whiskey-fueled "rematch" sputtering out in snoring heaps. Their absence had stripped the room of even a thin veil of decency.

You were now surrounded by the people you were supposed to be calling friends, laughter a little too sharp, smiles too curved as they plotted something that made your stomach churn.

Emily's gasp was loud and dramatic, her hand flying to her mouth with faux shock. "You did bot just do that!" she cackled.

Ashley snorted behind a cupped hand, Matt beside her looking half-aware, fingers tapping mindlessly against his leg.

"Maybe we shouldn’t do that," Sam began, voice uncertain.

"No, no, come on," Emily interrupted, spinning around on her socked heels. "Hannah's had, what? Years? Years to grow a spine and confess to Mike. And now I want him and she knows it. So what's she doing?" Her voice pitched up like she was telling a joke. "Still simpering around him like some little wounded deer."

"And we're supposed to just let her? I’m just looking out for my bestie." Jess added with a grin that didn't reach her eyes.

Sam sat beside you in the armchair, her body close, caim, something grounding in the storm of this bullshit. She didn't say anything at first. She didn't have to.

Your eyes had caught on it without realizing that she was drawing you. The way her pencil moved, the curve of your brow shaded with delicate strokes. She wasn't hiding it. Her sketchbook was cracked open like a window, showing the version of you she saw.

One quiet, pensive, maybe even strong. It felt like a lie

Your voice felt thin when you spoke

"Guys," you tried, lifting your head, "I really don't think this is a good idea."

Jess glanced at you, her eyes narrowing with curiosity, lips twitching into a crooked grin.

"Let me ask you something," she said, slowly standing, moving closer like a snake. swaying just before it strikes. "If a friend of yours showed interest in someone you liked, would you really be okay with that?"

Her tone was light, but the edge razor. There was heat under her skin. A charge in her words.

Your heart skipped a beat. That wasn't a hypothetical. That was loaded. It was too pointed. Too precise.

You opened your mouth, closed it again, the words catching in your throat like dry glass.

She suspected something.

You shifted in your seat, glancing around the room like maybe someone else had caught It, but no one did. Emily was too busy twirling a strand of hair around her finger and beaming at what was gonna happen. Ashley offered a little "mmmhm" of agreement. Sam stiffened at your side.

"I get it,” you muttered, voice tight. "Hannah probably shouldn't be acting that way with Mike. But humiliating her like this? It's not like you can control who you're into."

Jess's expression twitched, her brows lifting slightly at your words, like she heard what you meant, not what you said.

You hadn't meant for it to sound personal. But it was hard when the person in question—your man—was across the room, sitting in that big leather armchair like some movie star.

Emily crossed the room in two easy steps, all hips and calculated charm, her arms opening in a theatrical flourish. "Just because he's class president doesn't mean he's everyone's man," she said, loud and clear, meant to be heard. "Mike is my man."

Mike glanced in your direction, sharp and fast, like his body moved without his permission. Your eyes locked and in that second, you saw the crack in his armor. The guilt.

It was in the flex of his fingers against the leather. The way his mouth twitched, not into a smirk, just tightened. A breathless second passed before he moved, rising to his feet as though pulled up on strings.

Emily spun beneath his raised arm like a fairytale version of herself, hair flipping, cheeks flushed with the thrill of feeling chosen. Your gaze dropped to the carpet, stomach twisting.

You missed the moment he looked at you again.

Mike saw your head down and his stomach turned over with something hot and cold at once. He suddenly hated himself for playing along.

Finally, he let her hand go. Let it fall back to her side like it had never belonged there in the first place.

"Hey, Em." His voice was low, firm and measured. "I'm not anyone's man."

The ache in your chest had already bloomed into something bigger, like being filled up with wet cement. You couldn't move or breathe around it.

Sam stood beside you, quiet and tense, her sketchbook closed now, hands tight around it. She leaned in, her breath tickling the shell of your ear.

"Please," she whispered. "Convince them to stop. This isn't right."

She walked out with purpose, calling for Hannah like she could still fix this.

Mike stepped in like a sigh of relief and a punch to the gut.

"Okay, okay," he said smoothly, a grin already curving his lips, charm dripping from him like heat off asphalt. One hand, strong and practiced fell lightly on Jess's shoulder, his fingers flexing just enough to steer her back with that calm, casual command he wielded like a weapon. "Let's all calm down, yeah?"

His voice was honeyed, warm, light, teasing and natural; it barely even sounded like he was defusing tension.

The rest of the room faded for you as Mike shifted, stepping in too close to you and the heat of him folded around you like gravity. His eyes caught yours and there was that softness again, that version of him that never showed up unless you were alone.

Both his hands lifted to your arm, settling on your bicep, palms warm through the fabric of your shirt. Thumbs brushing slow, rhythmic, like he was grounding you.

"Relax, alright?" he murmured, voice low enough that it barely carried, intimate in a way that made your spine straighten and your throat tighten. "No one's gonna do anything crazy.”

And god, his face so close you could see the gold flecks in his irises, the way his lashes dipped low over his gaze as he studied you.

You turned your face hard and sudden, your shoulder twisting away from his hands before you even realized you were doing it and you left.

Fast.

The air in the hallway hit you like ice-thinner, cleaner. Your heart was pounding, slamming against your chest like it was trying to outrun what just happened.

You didn't look back, your legs moved on their own until you found Sam halfway down the hallway, already scanning rooms like she didn't know whether she wanted to kick a door in or cry.

"I'll help," you said, voice tight and low

Her eyes turned to you and the relief was palpable. Her shoulders sagged, mouth parted in a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

"Thank you," she said and it wasn't just gratitude, she looked concerned and scared for her best friend.

"I'm gonna check her room first," she added, nodding toward the end of the hall.

Then she paused briefly to glance over your shoulder before marching down the hallway.

Your footsteps had barely started echoing down the hallway when a sudden pressure at your waist stopped you. The heat of a body behind you, close enough to steal the breath from your throat.

It was the kind of grip you knew too well, the kind that had once held you against a mattress in the dark, panting, whispered against your neck like a secret: mine.

You turned slowly, heart pounding, breath catching in your throat and there was Mike.

His hand stayed on your waist, thumb brushing in a small, slow stroke against the fabric of your hoodie.

"Hey," he said, quiet, pitched low, rough at the edges. "Everything okay?"

His grin spread, charming and warm almost too much. Like he was trying to compensate for what just happened in that room.

But you didn't answer right away. You just looked at him and something in your chest cracked. Your face twitched automatically. A smile bloomed at the corners of your mouth.

The kind of smile people to say everything's fine when everything is fucking broken. It didn't reach your eyes and it tore through Mike like a slow moving bullet.

It was all you could give him and it broke him.

“You… sure about that?" His eyes searched yours. "Cause that smile's the biggest load of bullshit I've seen since Chris telling everyone he was gonna win."

You almost laughed but your throat was too tight.

You swallowed hard. "I'm fine," you said.

He tilted his head, a tiny, frustrated huff slipping from his nose. "That's strike two, baby."

The nickname hit you like a gut punch because he never said it out here.

"You keep lying to me like that," he said, his voice dipping lower, thick and so close to a growl. "I'm gonna have to do something about it."

He tried to laugh, stepping closer to get rid of the space between you, the scent of him wrapping around you instantly. Spice, pine, the leftover sweetness of that expensive cologne he only wore when he wanted to impress you. His hand at your waist slid a fraction higher, slow and deliberate. Fingers dragging along the hem of your hoodie.

His other hand rose, fingers brushing just under your jaw, thumb gliding over the soft skin beneath your ear while his gaze dropped to your mouth.

His voice dropped, thick with suggestion and something darker, hotter beneath the tease. "Need some help to relax?"

His grin was there, lopsided and full of the usual boyish charm he was equipped with.

His lips landed on your cheek with a ridiculous sound, exaggerated and playful.

"Mike!" you hissed, voice cracking, cheeks flushing hot as your eyes darted past his shoulder like some part of you still had enough self-preservation to worry.

But he didn't give a shit or even pretend to stop.

Another kiss landed, higher this time and nearer to your cheekbone. Another just under your eye. Then one at the corner of your mouth, so fucking close and his laughter spilled out, rich and warm and filled with mischief.

"Shit," he chuckled against your skin, "you still get this shy, huh?"

His lips lingered more with each kiss, hungrier. Your skin was at this point flushed hot, tingling beneath each wet press of his mouth and that was all the confirmation he needed.

He kept going with slow kisses against your neck now, breath hot against your throat as he chased the pulse hammering there. Your voice came again, small and flat, barely a whisper

"Mike… quit it." But it wasn't the way you usually said it. Not full of laughter or breathy affection. There was a dullness to it, heavy and tired, eyes locked down at the floor like it could hide the truth leaking out of your mouth.

Mike's jaw flexed. He bit the inside of his cheek, irritation blooming in his chest, never at you, but at the ache in your voice and at the silence he'd let grow between you.

His grip shifted, stronger now, hand sliding from your waist to your wrist as he walked backward and pulled you with him, not stopping when you offered the barest resistance, not even hesitating. He reached the first nearby door, shoved it open with the heel of his boot and yanked you in.

The soft click of the latch felt like a gunshot. Then your back hit the door with a low thud, Mike's body pressing against you, crowding you against the wood.

You gasped, barely audible and to Mike it sounded like a green light.

Your breath came in fast pants, shallow and shivery as his chest pressed firm to yours. His nose brushed your temple, hair tickling your cheek. Heat poured off from him like a furnace, sweat beginning to build where your skin touched, clothes sticking.

You were mentally somewhere else and he didn't like that.

His lips dragged slow along the edge of your jaw, hot and wet and deliberate, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck, letting his breath linger on every patch of skin he painted with his tongue. He scraped you gently with his teeth, kissed where it hurt.

He groaned low against your throat, grinding forward again as if to underline the problem he was dealing with in his pants. His voice was rough velvet as he mumbled against your lips, a grin curling up as he kissed the corner of your mouth. "You not in the mood or somethin'?"

A teasing bite to your bottom lip. Light and testing.

Your hesitation was too long but you did answer. Quietly.

"It's not that…"

A wicked smirk twitched onto his lips like a reflex. "So you do wanna fuck,” he murmured.

You grinned barely. Small. Brief. But it was there. A twitch of heat in your expression.

Mike exhaled through his nose, just a bit, his forehead still pressing against yours as his hands cupped your jaw. One thumb stroked over your cheek. His voice was softer now, lower but still thick with heat, brushing your lips with every word.

"What's goin' on inside that pretty head, huh?" he murmured. He didn't stop holding you. Didn't pull back. His breath was hot on your lips, mouth parted and kiss-swollen, but he waited. Waited for you to give him something real.

You swallowed hard. Your throat worked, voice caught there behind the burn and weight of your emotions but you forced it out anyway.

"I just… I feel like your friends don't really like me. Y'know?"

A pause.

"And there's so many people here who think of you as a prize, Mike. It makes me feel like this isn't even real."

Mike didn't flinch, something in him snapped. His fingers curled under your chin and tilted your face up. His eyes burned into yours, all lazy charm gone. Gone Replaced with something raw, possessive and protective.

“I hate that you feel this way. I know that i joke too much and play it cool out there. I should’ve told them weeks ago.”

He pulled you back by the shoulders so he could look at you again.

“What we have it's not fragile. It's messy, yeah, sometimes stupid. But I wouldn't risk this for anything."

You felt your chest tighten. Mike leaned in again, his mouth brushing yours.

"And come on. You think I'd be this hard for anyone else?" he breathed, grinding slowly again against your thigh, his girth dragging along your body with every word. "Think I'd be losing my fucking mind if you weren't here? You drive me crazy, baby. No one else does that. That's what you do to me, baby. Every fucking time."

His mouth found your neck again, licking a slow stripe up your throat before biting, hard enough to make you hiss.

Your head fell back against the door with a thud. He pressed up against you harder and your legs parted instinctively, hips canting forward to meet the roll of his.

His beard scratched at your skin, deliciously rough, the friction sending shocks through your spine as he groaned low and deep, the sound vibrating through you.

"You know how long I've wanted to have you like this tonight?" he whispered, voice cracking with need. "Back in that room… I saw the way you looked at me when I didn't say shit. And I hated myself for making you feel like you were nothing."

His teeth grazed your neck and you whimpered, in turn earning a chuckle from him, kissing that sound right off your throat.

"I missed the way you sound when I'm deep inside you and you're trying not to beg." His hand left your ass only to return lower this time, pushing between your thighs, cupping you through your jeans, palm rough and equipped with fingers spreading wide.

"You remember last week?" he breathed. "When you were on your knees in the locker room for me? We couldn't even wait to get home. Had your mouth wrapped around my cock in no time, eyes all wide like a good slut."

You shuddered. Fuck. He was right. "I couldn't even keep quiet," he groaned, grinding into you again, cock jerking between you. "Had to bite my damn fist so I wouldn't moan your name loud enough to echo."

He pressed his forehead to yours now, eyes burning into you, pupils blown out while his hand stid up your shirt, hot and possessive, dragging against your abdomen, past your chest, fingers grazing a nipple to watch you twitch.

Your jeans were shoved past your thighs with no patience, letting them crumple around your ankles as he kissed you like a starving animal, teeth that took hold of your lower lip and tugged before he ducked down to kiss a path along your throat, biting, sucking and marking.

You tilted your head back, hissing through clenched teeth. His fingers dipped between your cheeks, spreading and pressing against your hole through your underwear before impatiently hooking the thin material to drag it down.

You gasped when a familiar intrusion was detected, knees buckling, hands flying to the back of his head, grabbing messy fists of his hair as he groaned into you.

He spit directly onto his hand to breach you, working you open with slow, calculated thrusts that had your thighs shaking.

"Fuck, Mike—”

"Yeah?" he panted, eyes dark as he looked down at you. "What's that, baby? Need more?"

Another finger slid up, two of them now pressing against your hole, slicked from his spit and pushed in together. You choked on your own moan, head slamming back against the wall as your hole fluttered around him.

"God, fuck," you breathed, nails digging into his scalp.

"That's it," he groaned. "Squeeze me, baby. Fuckin' love how tight you are."

He fingered you hard with deep thrusts, curling his fingers to rub that spot inside you he knew would make you whimper.

There was barely any time to blink before he spun you around and bent you over the side of the bed, chest to the sheets, ass high, hole wet and ready. You heard the rustle of fabric, his jeans and boxers shoved down in one frantic motion.

The head of his cock landed against your hole, hot and thick and leaking, smearing pre all over your rim.

You pushed back instinctively, desperate, whining. Mike gripped your hip, hard enough to bruise and shoved in.

One hard, brutal thrust and he was buried to the hilt, thick cock stretching you open so fast it burned.

You shouted, voice caught between pain and need and he groaned loud behind you, head dropping forward.

"Fuuuck-God, you take it so good," he panted.

He started fucking you the second you gave him the signal you were ready. hard, fast thrusts that had the bed creaking under you, his hips slamming into your ass with wet, slapping sounds. His cock dragged against your walls perfectly, every vein rubbing against your insides and wrecking you.

Your hands clawed at the sheets, fingers curled in tight fists as you moaned into the mattress. He grunted behind you with every thrust.

"You love how I fuck you. Say it." He growled, leaning over you, his chest pressing to your back, voice hot in your ear.

You gasped, sweat dripping from your forehead, your body shaking as he fucked you harder, deeper.

"S-say it—"

"I love it," you moaned. "Fuck, Mike, I love—don't stop—"

He growled, biting your shoulder, fucking you so deep your toes curled, dragging you back onto his cock with both hands gripping your hips, fucking you like he meant to split you open, balls slapping your ass with every brutal thrust.

The tightening in your abdomen, dick twitching under you, untouched but aching. "Gonna cum, baby?" he grunted.

"Yes—yes—fuck—" He reached under you, jerking your cock with the same savage rhythm he was fucking you with, fist sliding up and down as your whole body tensed when the limit was reached, spurting across the sheets in thick ropes, ass clenching around Mike's cock like a vice.

And he soon followed you. Hot and thick. Spilling inside you in heavy, shuddering spurts, his hips twitching with every wave as he buried his face in your neck and groaned your name.

The silence afterward was thick. You laid there, sprawled across the bed, chest heaving, body boneless, glistening with sweat, streaked with Mike's cum and your own. The sheets were ruined beneath you, stained and crumpled and far, far from innocent. Your legs were still splayed, too lazy to close, too drunk on everything he'd just given you.

You didn't bother covering yourself. Couldn't, really. Even the air was too warm.

Mike was sitting on the edge of the bed, jeans only halfway zipped, still shirtless, bare chest flushed, muscles glistening. He leaned down over you, dropping loud and chaste kisses across your chest, obnoxious on purpose, wet and smacking. His grin stretched against your skin between each kiss.

"You're such a mess right now." He muttered, voice low and lazy, dragging his mouth to your nipple and licking it once, slow and hot.

You rolled your eyes, laughing breathlessly, fingers carding through his sweat-damp hair. "Asshole."

He grinned wider. "You loved every second of it."

Another kiss, right over a blooming bruise he'd left earlier.

A sound was barely registered at first due to how quick it was. You were too high off him and relaxed.

A gasp. It slipped into the air like a ghostly breath and the moment it reached your ears, it swelled, filling them entirely.

Ashley's voice, halfway to a whisper, but instantly sharp. "Mike? Are you here—oh—oh my God—"

Everything slammed into motion. Your body tensed under Mike's immediately, like a live wire yanked from the wall. You turned your head so fast your neck cracked, locking on the door where Ashley stood with Matt behind here, pale-faced and frozen, mouth open mid-word.

And he shouted too the second he realized what he and her had stumbled into when they were sent by Emily to search for Mike. "Oh! Fuck! Jesus! We're—we're sorry—"

Ashley backed up, hand flying to her face, babbling fast, her voice already rising. "Oh my God—oh my God, I didn't—I'm so sorry—oh God, we didn't know—"

"Fuckin'—GET OUT!" Mike barked, already grabbing the crumpled sheet from beside you and yanking it over your waist, shielding your lower half as he stood, chest heaving, voice snapping like a whip.

His body was between you and the door now, wide and furious.

But the door was still open and you saw Hannah peeking in at the back.

Her eyes found yours immediately and you couldn't even breathe.

She looked like someone had slapped her. Face drained white. Mouth parted, the whole picture clicking into place.

You could barely hear anything over the pounding in your ears when she turned and ran away.

The door finally slammed shut by Mike, rattling in its frame as silence dropped like a hammer.

You were shaking Heart still jackhammering. Sheet pulled tight to your chest. Breath shallow.

Mike turned back. His chest was rising fast, hair stuck to his forehead. His mouth opened like he wanted to say something but his eyes, when they locked on yours, were full of panic and devastation.

You tried to speak and nothing came out as well.

Mike dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, hands sliding to your thighs, gripping tight and dropping his forehead to press it to your knee.

His voice came out wrecked. "I'm so fucking sorry." The silence swallowed it.

[sharkboy305]

Bottom Dom Mike x Sub Top Male Reader

Mike face down and ass up, smiling lethargicly while you fuck into him, whining and moaning because he feels so good.

Meanwhile Mike is jerking himself off while complimenting you and motivating you to go faster and harder, almost cumming from the compliment.

"Come on baby, cum for me"

Falling forward, pressing your chest to his back, wrapping your arms around his chest as you thrust one then two before stilling and cumming into him as Mike's cock spills his cum all onto his hand.

Taking his cum stained hand and having you lick the cum off it before grabbing your chin and press his mouth with yours, his tongue immediately pushing inside, tasting his cum in your mouth, as he smiles.

[l0relaii]

I need! Headcannons on how the UD men would react about getting walked in on with their GFs

Josh

OKAJDJFOOD he is a cocky mf he does not care that someone walked in on him rearranging your guts

does he stop? hell nah he thrusts even harder

if you don't notice that someone just saw you he doesn't even bring it up

but if you do and you get embarrassed he's teasing the shit outta you

"don't say that didn't excite you babe.. i felt you squeezing me like crazy.."

Chris

oh he's such a gentle soul

he gets so startled by the person walking in

"oh shit- hey what the fuck are you doing??"

he covers the both of you with a sheet or blanket or pillow, whatever he can reach in that moment

then he comforts you and offers to finish what you began before you were interrupted

Mike

let's be honest he's freaky and wants to fuck you everywhere

the thrill of getting caught gets him so turned on so expect some risky sex with him

that's why you're not so scared when someone walk in on you while he's fucking you in a bathroom

just like josh, he doesn't stop just keeps going with that shit eating grin

"damn darlin'.. maybe i should make you scream a little louder.. maybe then people won't barge in like that.."

Matt

another sweet soul who gets spooked by someone walking in

he covers you with his body until the person leaves so they won't see you

after that he jokes around with you trying to lighten your mood

[slasherscream]

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.

[pecami]

LOVE LANGUAGES - UNTIL DAWN

summary: until dawn characters’ love languages

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⋆｡° ✮ josh washington

acts of service -> josh loves to express affection through doing various acts of service. he’ll hold open doors for you while you guys are out, pull your chair out for you, order for you (if you wanted), etc. he thinks it means a lot to show how he cares for you, and to have that returned for him.

quality time -> one of josh’s favourite ways to show affection is through quality time. to him, it doesn’t matter where you are. if he’s with you, he’s happy. he’d love to just wander around with you for hours or just talk non stop, no matter what it is, he just loves to be with you.

words of affirmation -> josh uses words of affirmation a lot. if he just walks by you, he’s saying “hi babe! you’re looking hot as always”. if he’s just talking to you, about five million random compliments and pet names are thrown in here and there.

physical touch -> i think his no. 1 love language is physical touch. he’ll always have an arm around you or a hand on your thigh while you guys are sitting together, and he always has his hand touching yours while your walking. if you guys are cuddling late at night, there’s rarely a moment where his lips are somewhere against your skin or his arms not around you.

gift giving -> because he’s rich, josh gifts you a lot of things. it ranges from just something dumb he thought would be funny to a very well thought out gift which lets you know he was thinking of you. if you mention wanting something to him, he makes a mental note and it’s yours within a week.

⋆｡° ✮ hannah washington

acts of service -> hannah is the sweetest ever. she would scramble to make sure she gets doors open for you, would go grab you water the literal second you mention being thirsty or is already pulling off her sweater if you mention being cold.

quality time -> she loves quality time so much !! if you asked hannah to come to your house one random afternoon because you were bored or missed her or just didn’t wanna be alone, she’s on her way immediately with movies and games and anything you may find even mildly entertaining.

words of affirmation -> she’d be telling you how pretty she finds you and how much she loves you all day if she could. and she does. words of affirmation is her biggest love language. she likes to cup your face in her hands (doesn’t matter if you’re shorter or taller) and kiss all over your face and follow it with “you’re so pretty/handsome <3” multiple times a day

physical touch -> i think physical touch is probably her second biggest love language. she’s just as clingy as josh, if not clingier. she’ll rest her head on your shoulder beside you on the couch, swing your hands while you walk, etc. hannah would especially like playing with your hair, or having her hair played with by you.

gift giving -> she’s rich, so of course she spoils the hell out of you. most of the time she’ll just see something she thinks you’d like and then just leave it at your house without a word. she likes to gift things in a subtle, calm way.

⋆｡° ✮ beth washington

acts of service -> beth gives me strong giver vibes, so i heavily believe she will be fighting you to let her do things for you. she is on it the literal second you mention needing something, and has expressed how willing she is to go run errands for you or do some tedious task you don’t really wanna do. i think her biggest love language is acts of service.

quality time -> if there’s something she loves as much as acts of service, it’s quality time. for her, you guys just have to be in the same room and she considers it to be quality time, even if you’re across the room doing something that doesn’t require you guys talking, she loves it anyway.

words of affirmation -> would 100% tell you everyday that you are her favourite person ever and she loves you more than anything ever if she could, and beth totally does!! it doesn’t even matter if you did anything, she’s gonna tell you how great she thinks you are at least once anyway.

physical touch -> beth is soooooo touchy. she does it kind of in a possessive/overprotective way, but also because she uses the contact as a grounding mechanism, and hopes it works for you that way as well. she’s usually pretty calm, but likes just having her arm around you or holding your hand keeps her calm when she needs to be.

gift giving -> just like her siblings, she’s a gift giver!! she doesn’t do it as much as they do because she believes she can show you she loves you more with quality time and acts of service, but you still get the occasional random gift from her. when she does gift, she puts a lot of thought into it and goes out of her way to make sure you’d like it, even if it’s just a small thing.

⋆｡° ✮ sam giddings

acts of service -> acts of service is something sam does subconsciously. it’s not as often as she may do other things for you, but occasionally she’ll just spontaneously open a door for you rather than have you open it for her. there’s definitely other things she values above acts of service, but she still makes sure to show it.

quality time -> her idea of quality time is essentially just you two laying around in the same room in silence but still together. no matter what room it is she thinks of quality time as something where she just likes to be with you no matter what you’re doing, even if you’re just laying around.

words of affirmation -> she obviously uses words of affirmation literally look at her. you don’t even have to do anything and she’s flirting with you and telling you that you’re so pretty or nice all the time. sam is probably very big on words of affirmation while showing her love for someone.

physical touch -> she’s also definitely so touchy. she’s really chill with pda around your guys’ other friends and family, but with like your guys’ main friends or when you’re alone she’s practically all over you. whenever she can be she’s kissing you and touching you wherever she can reach.

gift giving -> i don’t think she’s a huge gift giver, but i don’t think it’s uncommon either to randomly get something from her. it’s never really something she thinks you like unless it’s a special occasion, but she more or less buys you things that just kind of reminded her of you every once in awhile.

⋆｡° ✮ jessica riley

acts of service -> jess does not at all ever really focus on both giving and receiving acts of service, but she doesn’t do it on purpose. she notices every little thing you do to help her out and means to say something, but eventually forgets and gets distracted by something else. sometimes she will remember everything you do and gets sad thinking about how she brushes it off, and the next day she’s suddenly scrambling to open the doors for you everywhere.

quality time -> i think quality time is her second highest! she likes the comfort and familiarity that comes with quality time, especially if you two are actually doing something and not just sitting together. at the end of the day, she kind of just wants to come home and actually spend time with you and talk and just actually be together.

words of affirmation -> words of affirmation is also up there for jess, she loves it when you tell her how you love her or just compliment her or just generally show how you love her through words. she also compliments you a lot in return (sometimes in a freaky way) and probably says she loves you more than she loses her phone (she also make fun of you a lot).

physical touch -> jess lovessss physical touch! it’s probably her favourite out of them all. she wants you to always just be touching her in anyway. like if you guys are driving, put your hand on her thigh or something (or hold her hand) and she will not complain for the rest of the day. she also will just reach over all the time and want to be touching you in some way.

gift giving -> lowkey she is a horrific gift giver. her gifts are only bad when she forgets about the fact she needs to have a gift and just runs out and buys something random. when she thinks ahead of time and gets you a gift in advance, she will always just think back to things she remembers you saying you liked in the past and bases all of her choices on that, and usually ends up with something surprisingly very sweet and thoughtful.

⋆｡° ✮ ashley brown

acts of service -> ashley does acts of service in a subtle way. she does do all of the things like pulling out chairs and holding open doors, but she does it so casually and so quietly that you honestly don’t even realize it happened, and she never says anything about it either.

quality time -> i fully believe she lovessss quality time. you could literally just pick her up and drive around for two hours and she would be fine just because she’s spending time with you. i think her favourite way of having quality time together though is either you spending the night at hers or her spending the night at yours. she likes to stay up late and fall asleep together <3

words of affirmation -> she does words of affirmation in a very subtle way. most of the time you guys are just talking about random things in general and she always manages to get a few really nice sentences in without you noticing until later.

physical touch -> ash is touchy! she kind of just likes to hang off of you. while your walking she has her arm around yours and is probably either yapping your ear off or letting you yap her ear off. she also likes to lean against you and do the same thing while you guys are sitting or laying down. if you’re shorter than her (and just in general) she’d also love it if you just clung to her constantly.

gift giving -> she is the best freaking gift giver ever!! she will just randomly give you something she knows you’ll absolutely love and when you ask her why she’s just like “idk! i saw it and i got it for you”. she pays high attention to your and everyone elses interests and just general things you like which means birthdays and holidays are the best with her.

⋆｡° ✮ emily davis

acts of service -> as we know, emily shows affection through bullying. however, that does not mean she doesn’t absolutely cook with acts of service. usually she prefers to have things done for her, but when it comes to you sometimes she’s just like “oh hell no” and doesn’t let you do even the simplest things yourself

quality time -> she loves quality time more than she realizes. she spends a lot of her time (jokingly. mainly) making fun of you but she really does love it when you guys are hanging out alone together and you’re laughing and you’re both happy.

words of affirmation -> unfortunately she sucks with words of affirmation. she tries, though. she really does. instead of being mean to you though, she just struggles with knowing what to say. when she tries to go and compliment you she starts off okay but ends up just trailing off and trying to play the compliment off as her just saying something. she slowly gets better over time though cause of you <3

physical touch -> where she lacks being good at words of affirmation, she makes up for in physical touch. emily does not give a fuck, she’s gonna have a hand on you literally no matter where you guys are or what you’re doing. this girl has you attached to her hip all the time, it’d be no difference if she handcuffed you to her

gift giving -> emily gives gifts in a small manner. only on birthdays or holidays unless she’s feeling super generous. because she’s rich though, she can get you basically whatever you want and she makes sure she has the best gift out of everyone for you every time. girl has for sure spoiled you but it happens every once in awhile

⋆｡° ✮ mike munroe

acts of service -> at first, mike really sucks ass with acts of service. he forgets do to the most general things for you until he’s talking with his friends one day and they’re like “you can’t just not follow the sidewalk rule or not open the car door” and he’s like fuck and locks in immediately. after that he does not miss a beat when it comes to that area.

quality time -> subconsciously loves quality time. he doesn’t really acknowledge it but when you guys are together that’s lowkey when he’s his happiest and he looks forward to seeing you most every day/week. he could survive an apocalypse trapped only with you tbh!!

words of affirmation -> mmmm mike is kind of normal with words of affirmation i think. he doesn’t say something sweet too often, but he doesn’t say something sweet too little either. he says it magically just the perfect amount. in the mornings when he sees you he’ll probably give you a quick yet meaningful compliment, and then at the end of the day there’ll be something else from him with a few minor things in between that time period.

physical touch -> super freaking touchy!! this guy has got his hands on you all day long from the moment he has you within his vicinity. he will be super annoying until you stop what you’re doing just to hold his hand or something like that. if you deny him a kiss he’ll act like you just threw the planet out of orbit. god forbid you have to go anywhere for a day.

gift giving -> so he is the worst gift giver ever. even worse than jessica at times. he will forget every major reason to get your partner a gift until like three days before it happens so he always has to scramble to get a gift and then ends up getting his friends to help him. he does however always manage to find something you like, since he does pay attention to your likes and dislikes. he’s just really bad with time.

⋆｡° ✮ chris hartley

acts of service -> chris is a gentleman! he knows acts of service can be charming when done in a certain way, and he makes sure he knows how to do it that way. not a single finger will you have to lift while you’re around him. he’s probably offered to carry you places before on his back (or bridal style. both work for him). if he misses so much as pulling out a chair for you once it throws him off completely

quality time -> he’s great with quality time. he basically already wants to be around you all the time everyday so you guys could just be sitting in silence together and he’d be like hell yeah this is great. i think he’d especially like it when you guys just sit and talk or do stupid shit.

words of affirmation -> obviously he is the best at words of affirmation. you could be doing literally nothing and he’d be all “aww you’re so cute i love you” for no reason. this guy also comes up with the most horrific nicknames for you in the world. you guys’ll be looking for something at the store and his ass is all “careful honey bunches don’t pull a muscle”

physical touch -> all of his silly pet names and comments are followed by chris doing something like sticking his fingers into your sides to make you laugh or swinging you around. he’s so touchy in public and in private and no matter the circumstances he’s gonna be practically hanging off of you.

gift giving -> tbh he just likes to give things to you in general. he does that thing where he’ll place something on the highest shelf so you have to ask him to get it for you (we all know he’s tall af too) just so he can hand it to you. idk it’s just a weird thing he likes doing. he buys you tons of gifts for this reason. small ones, but they’re still sweet.

⋆｡° ✮ matt taylor

acts of service -> the king of acts of service btw. right from the beginning, matt does not miss a single beat when it comes to doing things for you. he treats you like royalty right from the get-go. you could ask him to carry you to the four corners of the world and he’d probably do it. every single date, this guy will show up at like 8:30 to pick you up, talks to your parents in the living room for twenty minutes, opens the car door for you, takes you somewhere nice, and has you home by a decent time. 10/10 boyfriend.

quality time -> i think he’d love to just lay in your bed all day. he likes the intimacy of it. it’s just you two still laying together but either doing your own things or something together he doesn’t care, he just likes feeling your weight beside him.

words of affirmation -> matt tells you he loves all day every day. when he first sees you in the morning from when he says goodnight to you, he’s gonna be telling you he loves you. if you change your appearance in the slightest he will notice and tell you that he loves it almost immediately.

physical touch -> he’s very respectful with his touch. when you guys are with people he’ll keep his hands to himself outside of mild hand holding or occasional touching. the second your alone though he’s clinging to you like you’re his life force. he won’t ever touch you when you’re not comfortable, but he absolutely loves doing it when you’re ready.

gift giving -> a very particular gift giver. he pays a lot of attention to your likes and dislikes so he always manages to get you the best gifts he can. will assess literally everything before he considers giving it to you because he wants to make sure you’re really gonna love it.