#sam giddings smut

[illusioninfnty]

five minutes ↠ day 3 ; quickie

↠ sam giddings x reader

fandom: until dawn word count: 1.1k warnings: nsfw 18+, fem!reader, dom!reader, "Tex" as reader's nickname, physical descriptions of reader (tall, muscular), cunnilingus, fingering, praise

kinktober m.list || read on ao3 || takes place in the same universe as and before the events of outlast

You loved your friends dearly, but it was almost impossible to get some quality time with just your girlfriend when they were around.

Your group’s annual trip to the Washington’s cabin during winter break was, yes, a time to spend with each other and away from the stress of the real world, but it doubled as a fun little vacation for you and your girlfriend.

Everyone was hanging out in the living room, eating snacks and debating what you guys were going to do for the rest of the night when Sam stands up.

“I’m going to go take a quick bath,” she says, wiping her hands on a napkin and taking a final swig on her drink before handing it to you.

“Ugh, seriously?” Jess whines. “I wanted to go in there!” You rolled your eyes, seeing as Jess clearly did not up until Sam announced it. Her bottle of beer was almost empty, and her hand was still stuffed into a bowl of popcorn.

Sam sighs, wringing her hands. “I'll be five minutes, tops. Won’t even notice that I left.”

Jess groans as she turns back to whatever conversation she was having with Emily. Sam disappears upstairs, and you know this may be your only chance to have uninterrupted one-on-one time with your girlfriend.

You wrap your mind trying to find an ideal lie to tell to the group to sneak away and join Sam. “I’m going to go see if she grabbed a towel.”

No one seems to mind you except for Mike gives you a knowing stare, raising an eyebrow as if to say really? You send a glare his way and hold up a middle finger to him behind your back. You can hear his muffled laughter as you turn to follow Sam.

You slip into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind you. Sam had been taking off her clothes, her shirt already discarded to the side and her hands fumbling with the bra hooks.

She gasps and spins when the door slams, her body tensing up. But she immediately relaxes and strides over to slap your shoulder.

“Tex!” Sam hisses. “I told Jess I’d only be—”

“Five minutes. I was right there, you know.” You start to slowly unbutton her shorts, sinking to your knees in front of her. “I can do a lot in five minutes.”

You seat Sam down on the edge of the tub as you fully remove her shorts, leggings and underwear. You start teasing her, marking kisses on her inner thighs as you move your way up to her pussy. She lets out a shaky sigh, gripping the edge of the cool, white, tub.

Sam is already starting to get wet, her insides glistening as you move to eat her out. You swirl your tongue all around, making sure to pay attention to her clit. “Oh fuck,” she moans out as you glue yourself to her pussy. Her hands find your hair and she tugs, anchoring herself as she arches herself into you.

You can feel her wetness all around your mouth as you pull back, licking your lips. You only had five minutes, so you knew you needed to move quickly.

“Get in the tub,” you instruct as you begin to take off your own clothes. 

Sam complies eagerly, swiveling her hips and submerging herself in the water that she previously drew. You join her moments later, straddling her as you kiss her, cupping her face with your hands.

She moans into the kiss, and runs her own hands up your chest, teasing your breasts. She squeezes them, ghosting her thumbs over your nipples. Goosebumps begin to cover your skin and a shock is sent down your spine.

You press your body to hers, grabbing her hips to grind yourselves together. You move a hand down her stomach pressing a finger over her clit. Sam gasps at the sensation, allowing you the opportunity to move your tongue into her mouth. The kiss you share becomes sloppy, saliva escaping and rolling down your chin. Sam pulls away, a string connecting the two of you. 

“Are you only going to kiss me or what?” She remarks teasingly, panting slightly from the intensity of your makeout.

You laugh, and at the same time move your hand to carefully insert two fingers, beginning to pump them in and out of her. “Baby, you know I’ve got more,” you reply. Water starts splashing all around you as you maneuver your fingers, some of it escaping the rim of the circular tub.

“Oh my god,” Sam whines. Her cheeks are flushed now, and her chest heaves as she catches her breath. “Fuck, that feels amazing.” 

Her hips subconsciously buck against your fingers as she chases more of you. You add a third, a yelp leaving Sam’s lips. You soothe her with another kiss and thumb at her clit while pumping your fingers in and out, curling them inside her walls.

“There you go. You’re being so good for me.” Sam whines at your praise and her head falls back. You can feel the way she clamps around your fingers, simultaneously clutching onto your arm. Her feet kick in the water from the pleasure.

Sam’s orgasm comes after a long build up, her moans becoming louder and you increasing in pace inside her. Her walls flutter against you, and even underneath the water you can feel her release coat your fingers.

You pepper kisses all over your girlfriend’s face as she begins to come down from her peak. You start to drain the tub and wipe it clean from any leftover evidence of yours and Sam’s short escapade.

A loud banging from the door startles the both of you. “Sam?” Jess’s voice rings from behind the door. “Come on, Sam! It’s been, like, a while!” 

The two of you stare at each other with wide eyes for a second before scrambling to dry off quickly and put your clothes back on.

“Just a minute!” Sam calls out, her voice strained from before. You’re able to get yourself looking presentable before your girlfriend and instead of trying to hide, you open the door just as Sam finishes buttoning up her shorts.

An annoyed Jess meets your gaze, who looked surprised to see you for a brief moment before annoyance passes across her face. “Seriously?” She crosses her arms and juts a hip out, glaring at you and then Sam, who pokes her head out from around you.

Sam looks a bit sheepish and apologetic, but you just roll your eyes. “The bathtub is clean. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

“God, you’re so annoying. Get a room!” Jess strides past you two into the bathroom.

You turn to her and smirk. “Don’t worry. We are.” You pull Sam along, rushing to your shared room to finish what you started.

[homicidal-slvt]

[Peace]

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Sam Giddings x F!Reader

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Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Grinding, Fingering, Bath Sex, A Little Bit Spooky

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Summary: A very relaxing bath with your girlfriend.

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When you so sweetly offered to help with her bath - how could she possibly refuse?

You quickly found yourself leisurely grinding on her thigh, the sweet scent wafting from the candles surrounding you both, her fingernails trailing slowly up and down your back, enjoying how you shiver and get goosebumps.

“You're so beautiful…”

She murmurs against your shoulder, warm water lapping against your skin, soft kisses greeting your flesh, slipping your hand between her thighs to stimulate her as well, getting to feel her warm walls clench around your fingers, moans filling the bathroom… Who needs music when you two make your own symphony? Oblivious to anything else going on entirely.

“I needed this…”

“I know.”

She encourages you to go faster, letting you come undone on her thigh, your fingers working around her bundle of nerves till she meets her wonderful end as well. Then suddenly you two hear a bump down the hall.

“What the hell was that?”

[princesssmars]

warm me up, baby

a sam x mike x fem!reader thought

plot : while staying at the washington lodge, you and your lovers struggle not to show too much public affection. all that goes out the window with a little game of truth or dare.

wc : 1577

contains : sam x reader x mike poly. fluff and nsfw. fxf and mxf sex described. penetrative sex. oral sex. reader wears a dress. mike and sam get jealous.

a/n : this is to make up for me stalling on the until dawn reader insert please forgive me.

ok, so maybe you had a habit for getting ahead of yourself. but this time it wasn't your fault.

before you started dating two of your best friends, sam giddings and mike munroe, you were crushing on them for a while. like, eighth grade a while. but in your eyes it was impossible not to like them. despite looking like the stereotypical jocks on the soccer and football teams, they were incredibly charming and always made sure to treat you like the most precious thing in the world.

most of the time it nearly made you burst at the seams, until josh let you know that most of the group saw you as one of the babies like his sisters. you probably cried into your pillow for three hours that night.

so for the next few years you kept your feelings to yourself. you watched as both of them dated other people (you didnt talk to emily for a week when she started dating mike, but you let it go when they broke up after two months), and eventually they started going out with each other. you were happy for them.

kind of.

but annoyingly luckily for you, everything changed at the end of your junior year. most of your friends at this point were seniors, and jessica had courteously invited you as her friend date to their senior prom. at first you said no because sam and mike would be there.

but then you realized that sam and mike would be there.

you may have spent a bunch of your parents money on the most beautiful dress you could find, but the looks on their faces when you walked into the prom hall were priceless.

you had expected the faces, and also the first little compliments they and the rest of your friends gave you. but what you weren't expecting was for both of them to ask you to a dance, individually taking you by the hands before dragging you on to the dance floor and giving you that weird look where you think the person is into you but you don't want to jump to conclusions because you might just be conceited.

after that night things...changed.

despite graduating that june the pair were always coming to your house. they chalked it up to "wanting to spend time with you before college," but that didn't explain sam sitting with you on your bed as you listen to a playlist she made you, her head in the crook of your neck making the hairs on your neck stand. or mike taking you out for ice cream on him, walking down the street with you so closely you can feel him bumping into your shoulder before he slowly turns and wipes away a drop a drop of ice cream that slid down your lips...

they are...so infuriating. but three could play at that game.

emily would be having a pool party at her house, and it was the perfect oppurtunity for you to not only look good but also potentially find out once and for all what the help was sam and mikes problem. you showed up and hanged out with ashley and jess for a while, your new f/c shawl covering your body.

when chris splashes you with some water and urges you to get in the pool already, you drop the shawl to the ground and step gracefully into the pool, smiling at chris' dumb little wolf whistle.

for the next few hours your mind strays from the duo and you start enjoying the moment with your friends. this might be one of the last big group hangouts before you all go up to josh's parents cabin in the mountains, something you always enjoyed.

after you had enough of the pool you headed upstairs to a guest room to dry off and change your clothes before dinner. as soon as you undid your bikini top, you heard the door open and shut in a millisecond and after turning around so quickly you thought you would pull something, and sam and mike stand in front of you like they want to ravage you.

which they were going to.

as horny as they were, they took a minute to make sure you were ok with everything that was going to happen. what they didn't expect was for you, as soon as they got a confirmation, to jump their bones and start messily removing your clothes before moving on to theirs. before coming up here they mutually decided they would tease and try to go easy on you, but you were just so pretty and so eager and you were palming at sam's boobs and mike's pants.

and that's how you ended up with your legs on mike's shoulders as he pounded into your cunt while sam sat on your face, rocking her hips back and forth like she was at a rodeo.

for those first few weeks, the sneaking around was hot. whenever your group of friends would hang out, they would act a normal amount of nice to you while giving you hidden touches and caresses before meeting up with you when everyone was gone and fucking each others brains out.

but then it started getting stale, not being able to be affectionate in public. you knew you were getting tired of it, but for now you would avoid bringing it up as your lovers seemed comfortable with the way things were going.

you were...very wrong.

it was early february and time for the yearly stay at the washington family lodge. you were fully packed and excited as you were every year, ready for a week of skiing, partying, and hanging with your friends all day.

the first day was spent srttling in, making sure the house was up in running order after months of bring unused.

(part of this was checking the boiler was working, which you despised doing because chris and josh would always try to scare you and most of the time fail.)

but things got weird on the second day.

every year without fail jess suggested never have i ever, mostly because she thought it was hilarious when everyone groaned at the middle school suggestion.

at first the game is simple. josh dares jess to do a handstand for two rounds, sam dares matt to arm wrestle with chris. hell, jess admits that she has a slight crush on matt.

and you only giggled at that because duh, of course you knew that, but then jess turns it back around on you and dares you to name who's the hottest person in the room, the cliché bitch.

now, you had two options.

1. say either of the two people half of the group had already known you’d been enamored with for a large portion of your life.

2. be a little shit and day someone else because it’s fun.

and i mean, what was the point of this trip if you didnt have a little fun?

you decided to be more jokey about it and say chris, going along with him hyping himself up as the "peak of the male form" by fake fawning over him.

emily asked you later about that "crush you had just a few years ago," and you brushed it off. its in the past.

if it didn't surprise you so much you'd almost be worried at the way mike took more sips of his beer before roughly slamming it on the floor next to him, or sam letting out a little huff and brooding for the rest of the game.

later that night, after taking a nice long bath and changing into a comfy but cute pajama set, you flopped your body on to your guest bed and brought your phone to your face to scroll through social media until you fell asleep, before the telltale dm of a "you up?" let you know that wasn't how the night was going to go.

not even five minutes later there was a knock at your door and not even five seconds after that you feel sam harshly bring her lips to yours as her hands grip your waist, backing you up into the room as mike closes the door.

its fast and rough, the way they strip you of your clothes and push you on to the bed as they bite and nip at your skin. before you can even blink sam is pushing up your shirt and palming at your breasts, pinching your nipples and taking them into her mouth.

you're about to ask where the hell the aggression came from when a gasp leaves your mouth followed by a long moan as mike pulls down your shorts and mouths at your cunt through your underwear.

you don't have any more questions when they both start sucking on different parts of your skin, leaving hickeys which they normally don't as to keep your secret. you wouldn't mind being marked up this time.

after a long and very pleasurable few hours, you laid between them with a blissful look on your face as they gently ran their hands over your skin.

after a long silence, mike suggests that maybe its time to tell your friends about the three of you.

as much as it warms your heart, it also just starts making you giggle. after the noises the three of you were making, you were sure they already knew.

[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.

Words count: 4500

Can also be found on wattpad and ao3.

𝔗𝔴𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯

𝔄 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢

ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔥

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.

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[vienssunshine]

What do you really want, you psychopath?

pairing: Josh Washington x fem reader nsfw word count: 6.7k content warning: blood, violence, needles, manipulation, non-con elements (nonconsensual filming, deception) author's note: My obsession with Until Dawn returns every summer like clockwork.

You hope he's doing okay.

It's the only thought sticking in your mind as you pace on the cable car platform. After everything last year, after him shutting down, not able to talk to anyone, you hope that now, a year later, things are at least better than they were. He has mentioned a therapist, so it's a little comforting knowing he's getting the professional help he needs.

You lean your hands against the wooden railing and admire the snowy landscape, trying to push Josh out of your mind. Instead, you shift your focus to Sam, because where the hell is she? Sam insisted on you both being the first ones up the mountain, but it's fifteen minutes past the time you agreed to meet and she has yet to arrive.

Your phone buzzes with a message from your friend:

"Hey! So sorry but traffic is terrible and I'm gonna be a bit. I don't want to keep you waiting out in the cold so take the cable car up and I'll see you up there!"

Turning your phone off, you sigh. Things are going to be awkward this year. Walking in with Sam would have eased your nerves about seeing everyone again, but it looks like you aren't being afforded that comfort anymore. Worse comes to worst, you can spend the evening holed up in your guest room with your favorite book.

You step into the cable car and try to ignore how the whole thing creaks and sways with the wind. The Washingtons are rich, so they must have the money to get this thing safety checked. Right?

The music you play in your earbuds somewhat drowns out the loud groans of the car as it travels up the snowy peak. Through the frosty window, you can see what looks like a blizzard rolling in. Good thing you'll be able to hunker down in Josh's cabin.

At the top of the mountain, the doors open and you see him, Josh Washington, standing alone in the snow. After all this time, the sight takes you aback; he seems to be an apparition, not fully there.

"Look what the cat dragged in," he says, hands in the pockets of his winter jacket, "Well, I guess it was the cable car, not a cat." His lazy grin is unshakable as he speaks.

"Hi Josh," you respond, fighting the smile creeping up on your face.

"Here, let me grab that for you," he says, stepping forward and helping you out of the straps of your North Face backpack. He swings it over his shoulder and beckons you up the path.

You thank him, bashful, and follow. The trail is white with snow and dimly lit, a few lanterns hanging from the fences, their wood corroded from the harsh winters before.

"So, is anyone else here yet?" you ask, pulling your gloves on. The wind feels stronger here than it did at the bottom of the mountain, it's icy and cutting into the skin of your fingers.

"Nah, the other party people aren't due for another hour or two." He leans in with an evil grin, "So it'll be just us for a while, scared?"

You giggle, pushing the man away from you, "I don't know if I'll survive all of your ultra-corny jokes, Josh."

"Yeah? Then, any requests for what they should put on your tombstone?" he asks, giving you a lighthearted push back.

"Shut up." You shake your head, smiling, before stealing a glance at your watch: 8:03 p.m. "Actually, I guess I won't have to survive for long since I'm on time. So everyone should be due soon."

"Aww, come on," Josh says, "You know they're all gonna be late."

You punch Josh in the arm and he fakes serious injury, "Don't talk about our friends like that, I trust in their punctuality. Sam, our good, timely friend even took the initiative to get us to come early."

Josh looks around in an exaggerated manner, squinting into the dark forest, "Do you see Sammy here? Or anyone else? 'Cause I don't. Face it, they're all gonna be late. Sam at least had the decency to give me a heads-up about it."

"Yeah, the traffic's terrible apparently."

"Damn, I guess she's gonna be even later then."

You furrow your brow, "What do you mean?"

"Sam told me to expect her around 9. So, if there's traffic, it might not be until like 9:30 or 10. Right?"

"Wait, when did she tell you to expect her at 9?"

"Uh...a few days ago, maybe?" Josh glances at you sideways, "Something up?"

Confused at the discrepancy between Sam and Josh's stories, you wrack your brain. Why did Sam want you to go early with her but tell Josh she was going to show up late?

You clench your fist, Sam wanted you and Josh alone. She's known you've had a crush on him for so long and has been relentless in encouraging you to go for it. This must be her fucked up way of forcing you to.

Josh studies you, still puzzled. Staring ahead, you notice the silhouette of the lodge at the end of the path. You weigh your options: should you be honest about what you think Sam is up to or just let it go?

You elect to give Sam a stern talking-to later, reassuring Josh by saying, "Ah it's nothing." You point to the cabin, "Hey, we're almost there!"

He follows your finger and gazes at the lodge ahead, "You're right, soon we can party all night long," he says with a mischievous smirk.

You lumber up the old stairs and find that the door to the lodge is unable to be opened.

"Ah, shit. The lock's frozen," Josh observes.

"Is there another way we can get in? Or get the door unfrozen? I'm not gonna lie, I am freezing my buns off out here."

Yeah, you'd like to spend more time with Josh, but not in nearly subzero temperatures.

"Now, now, you know Josh wouldn't keep a pretty girl outside freezing her buns off for long. Wait here, I have an idea."

Josh hurries off behind the lodge, leaving you on the porch, arms wrapped around your body in a fruitless attempt to warm yourself. You look around at the dark woods surrounding the cabin. It's a dense forest, filled with gnarly trees that look like they're twisting into one another in a warped dance.

A small trace of movement pulls your attention, something shifting its position in the tree line. Anxiety begins to pour into your stomach and you look around for Josh who is nowhere to be seen. Is something—or someone—out there? You step forward, placing your hands on the railing and leaning over to get a better look when the door behind you flies open.

"Honey, you're home!" Josh cries out.

"Josh!" you respond in a harsh whisper, "Keep it down!"

Josh laughs, placing his hand on the small of your back and guiding you into the house, "For who? No one is out here besides me," he points to himself, "and you," he presses his finger to your chest, right beneath your zipper.

His small touch flusters you, bringing a welcomed warmth to your cheeks. It makes you forget about whatever you saw in the woods. Must have been a bird.

He leads you into the living room and motions with a bow for you to sit on the couch. "Now, if the lovely lady would allow me, I'd adore starting a fire to warm her freezing buns."

Assuming a janky upper-class accent, you respond, "Why, of course, fine gentleman. I suppose that will suffice to toast said freezing buns."

You both laugh, and it makes you forget how cold you are. It's nice to kid around like old times. Like times before Hannah and Beth ran off into the woods and were never seen again. Things were easier then, it was easier to make jokes, easier to laugh.

You sink further into the couch as Josh piles wood into the fireplace.

"Josh?"

"Yeah?" He throws one last log in and pulls out a matchbook from his jeans.

"I'm happy to see you again. It's been a while."

"Too long," he agrees, striking and lighting the match.

You shift in your seat on the couch. "I guess I wanted to ask, are you okay?"

He freezes, and the match dies in his hand.

Shit, you went too far. What were you thinking, asking him how he is doing on the anniversary of the death of his little sisters? You begin to ramble, "Josh, I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that if you don't-"

"It's fine," he interrupts, "I'm fine."

You lean forward on the couch, "It's okay if you're not. Honestly, I wouldn't be."

He strikes the match again and lights the kindling as he talks. "I know that having our friends up here is going to help. It really means a lot to me that everyone is coming back to spend this weekend together."

The flickering flame nestled in the piled-on logs is growing in size, blossoming into a healthy, cozy fire. You can feel its warmth on your cheeks already.

Josh ambles over to the couch, sitting next to you—sitting very closely next to you. You almost scooch away, but decide to stay still.

Josh turns his body towards yours. "It means a lot to me that you came."

It's hard to keep your composure; his words feel too intimate and, god, his arm is resting on the couch behind you, one movement away from wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you close.

"Thanks, Josh," you force out, looking down at your hands. Your fingers are anxiously knotted together, a clear sign that your body is short-circuiting at his proximity.

He follows your gaze, watching you fidget in your lap. He then moves in, resting a hand on yours to quiet your restless fingers and placing the other beneath your jaw, using his knuckle to gently move your chin up so you face him.

You're freaking out. This is crazy. Why is he touching you like this?

"I-uh...well..." you stammer.

"Do you like me?" he whispers.

You freeze up; what do you even say to that? There's no way you can tell him you've had an embarrassingly unmanageable crush on him since the day you met. It could blow up the entire friendship. But, it's possible that he feels the same way you do, isn't it? His face is mere inches from yours!

Unless he doesn't feel the same way. After countless cruel and mean-spirited pranks, this friend group has sown distrust into every fiber of your body. You want to trust Josh with your true feelings, but can you?

Your mouth gapes, unable to articulate the paralyzing swirl of desire and fear coursing through you.

So you stay silent, and he retreats from your personal space, leaning back against the couch cushion, "Don't worry about answering now, I have a feeling everyone will know each other a lot better after tonight."

Your brow furrows at the crypticness of his statement, but before you can think about it too much, Josh's phone vibrates, and he gives you a knowing smirk, "Speak of the devil."

He gets off the couch and answers the phone while you try to keep your brain from spinning out of control. He was so close to you, which was really scary, but at the same time, it felt really good.

Josh teases the recipient on the other line about Ashley, so you take a guess that he's speaking to Chris.

He ends the phone call and turns to you, "Gotta go pick up the kids at the end of the trail, wanna come with?"

You press your lips together, "Um, I think I'll hang back. Y'know, unpack and stuff."

"Suit yourself," he shrugs, grabbing a flashlight and exiting the cabin.

Still in a daze, you head down the dark hallway and find your guest room. You unpack your clothes into the wooden dresser and throw your diary onto the patchwork quilt atop your bed. The bedroom is a familiar space to you, but it doesn't bring the comfort familiarity typically does.

You take some time to journal out your feelings, trying to work out the complex emotions that come with being back at this lodge after last year. Then, you take some time to write about Josh. How he had possibly come on to you tonight. How you wanted it to go further.

Voices begin to fill up the halls, so you leave your bedroom and journal to join everyone out in the living room. The fire is now roaring and Sam has arrived, so you go to greet her.

You expected everyone to be making an effort to get along considering the reason you're all up here, but since Josh has to separate Jess and Emily by sending Jess and Mike to the guest cabin, it's clear that no one is putting in the work.

The rest of the group swiftly and awkwardly disperse, each couple running off to deal with something whether it be finding a lost bag or a Ouija board. Whether they're making excuses so they don't have to stick around, you don't know, but it hurts to realize that your friend group will probably never recover from last year.

For a moment, Josh looks defeated, but he quickly plasters on his usual devil-may-care smirk.

Sam heads upstairs for a bath, but not before you pull her aside and whisper-shout about her audacious set-up. She laughs it off, and you both agree she can make it up to you with a card game in your room after she washes off.

Still feeling weird about Josh and the exchange earlier, you elect to read in your room instead of hanging out with him. Only, when you go back to the guest room to grab your book, you can't find it in your bag. What you don't notice is how your journal has also disappeared from its place on top of your bed.

"Hey, Josh?" You walk back into the living room to see Josh as well as Chris and Ashley sitting in front of a Ouija board, "Oh hi, Chris, Ashley. Have any of you seen my book?"

"There's a bunch of books around here," Chris shares unhelpfully.

Josh turns toward you, "What does it look like?"

You position your hands to give them a visual aid, "About this big? Green? Signed by the author on the inside?"

Your friends stare at you, blank, and you let your hands fall to your sides.

"Are you sure you packed it?" Ashley asks.

"Yes, I'm sure, and it's special so I really need to find it."

"Maybe it fell out when we were walking up?" Josh suggests.

"Ugh. You're probably right. I'm gonna go check," you say, zipping up your coat.

"I'll go with you," Josh offers, about to stand up before you say, "No, it's...it's fine."

"Are you sure you don't want some alone time with Josh?" Chris teases. Ashley laughs a little too hard.

With a grin, Josh adds on, "What if there are some baddies out there?"

You offer a weak smile, "I'll be fine. Like you said, there's no one else up here but us this weekend. Besides, Emily and Matt are down there getting a bag or whatever."

"Okay," Josh says, throwing his hands up in defeat.

You take a flashlight and head down the trail, squinting as the snow comes down heavier and heavier. After following your friends' footsteps all the way down the path, you spot your book on the bank of a narrow creek a little ways off the trail. You're not sure how it got there but are just happy to have it again.

Brushing off the light dusting of snow atop the book's cover, you're pleased to realize that the weather hasn't damaged the book at all. You're less pleased when you hear an arguing couple headed your way. You silently curse; you had hoped to make your journey as short as possible to avoid this dysfunctional pair.

They turn the corner and Matt sees you, calling out your name with a wave. Emily stares ahead with her arms crossed.

"Hey, guys!" you respond.

They walk up to join you, but your presence doesn't make an impact as they continue bickering all the way back up to the lodge. You succeed in tuning them out until Chris and Ashley appear out of the snowfall.

Your mouth falls open as you take the scene in: Ashley is curled into Chris's chest and her clothes are soaked with blood.

You hurry over to them, "Are you guys okay? What happened?"

Emily gasps, "Ashley, whose blood is that?"

Ashley lets out a strangled sob, clinging onto Chris.

"Chris, what happened?" Matt asks.

"J-Josh," Chris chokes out.

You take a step forward, "Josh what, Chris?"

"He's gone. It's all my fault. There's...there's a psycho on the mountain."

His words are like cold hands that squeeze your heart. There's no way.

"What did you say?" Emily cries, "There's like a serial killer up here?"

Ashley begins sobbing uncontrollably, "Yes! There's a killer and he's gonna kill us all if we don't get out of here!"

"It's okay, it's all gonna be okay," Matt says, and he turns to Emily, "We need to get help."

"But Sam," you interrupt, "Sam's still at the lodge!"

"You're right," Chris says, "We need to get everyone back together first."

"But we also need help!" Emily says, "If there's some psycho up here, I'm not just gonna go back and run into his arms!"

"Here," you say, "You and Matt go get help while Chris, Ashley, and I go back to the lodge to get Sam and everyone else."

"Fine!" Emily responds, "But we need to go, now!"

You split off into your separate directions. Ashley and Chris decide to check the upstairs bathroom while you hurry to check the guest rooms.

You fly down the hallway, opening and searching all the rooms lining the corridor. When you get to your room, you close your eyes and crack open the door, praying that when you open your eyes, your friend will be there, cards in hand, ready to play your make-up game.

"Sam?" you cry out. Nothing.

You check the closet and under the bed, thinking she could be hiding but still come up empty.

You're about to turn around to go check the rest of the rooms when a large hand clamps around your mouth, slamming your back into a hard chest so another arm can ambush you, wrapping around your waist and holding you still.

"Looking for your friend?" a distorted voice asks. Your eyes widen. Shit. This must be the psycho Ashley and Chris were talking about.

You begin to thrash against the body behind you, desperate to do anything to avoid whatever fate Josh had suffered. Your fight does nothing but make the arms around you constrict, the strength of the maniac locking you in place, pressed against their body.

"I wouldn't be difficult, if I were you," the voice states, and you're frightened into compliance when the maniac presses a syringe of mystery liquid up to your neck. You whimper against his glove.

"Now, now, there's no need to be scared," he tucks the syringe away and begins stroking your hair, "As long as you behave, you'll be in good hands."

Tears well up in your eyes and you suppress the urge to fight back again.

He seems lost in thought for a moment as he uses his gloved fingers to play with your hair, but shortly regains his focus, "If you promise to keep quiet, I won't have to use that syringe I showed you earlier," he chuckles, the sound metallic with the voice changer, before adding, "Not that anyone would hear you or be able to help."

You gasp, are Chris and Ashley okay? Is Sam?

He looks down at you, and you can see a part of the mask he's wearing in your peripheral vision. "Can you do that for me? Be nice and quiet like a good little kitten?" As he speaks, he slowly pulls down the zipper of your coat, exposing your tight v-neck shirt.

You press your eyes shut and give a curt nod. It's best to just go along with what he says, you want to try to make it out of this alive.

The man releases the hand over your mouth, and you make an effort to keep from breaking down in tears. The psycho takes a step back and away as you manually even your breathing.

"Sit on the bed and face me," he says.

You take a few uncertain steps forward, as though you were walking on a lurching boat, and sit on the patchwork quilt, cramming yourself close to the wall behind you and pulling your knees up to your chest. You raise your chin to face your attacker and cold fear washes over you.

He's tall, built, and looks like something right out of a slasher film. He's wearing oversized overalls dirtied with dried mud and a creepy skull-like mask that covers his entire head and neck. The syringe he threatened you with pokes out of his pocket, a reminder of the consequences if you don't comply. Down by his side, his gloved hand grips a journal—your journal.

He opens your diary and begins to carelessly flip through it, "Hmmm...maybe I should tell you a bedtime story to calm you down. There's a lot of great material in here."

Your fists ball up, scrunching the fabric of the quilt beneath them. "What do you want?" you grit out. Those entries are personal, and you'd have no idea why this intruder would be interested in reading them.

Ignoring you, the psycho flips to the page you had left your bookmark in. "Look at that, a recent entry," he darkly chuckles at his discovery, "I wonder what it says."

Your lips tighten, of all entries, why did it have to be that one?

"It's nothing, just random fucking friend group shit," you say.

The psycho looks up, gazing at you for once instead of the pages in his hands. "Then you wouldn't mind me reading it, would you?"

You open your mouth, helpless, "Um, no...you don't need to-"

The maniac lumbers towards you, just a few steps away, before he begins to recite your words.

"Fuck, Josh is so hot. It's literally torture. I want to take him into one of these guest rooms and just have my way with him. I'd let him do anything he wanted too, like let him just use my body for his pleasure. Ugh, I'm getting all hot just thinking about it. It's killing me that we were literally alone, and I think he was making a move on me, but I just didn't do anything about it. But I don't know, I don't want to push it after his sisters..." the psycho trails off.

Your face burns, feeling more embarrassed than scared now, even with a potential murderer standing before you. Your words sound so much more extreme and mortifying after being read aloud. Is that what he's trying to do, humiliate you?

The psycho closes the journal, steps forward, and tosses it onto the dresser. He's close now, boots planted on the red carpet in front of the bed, just a few paces away. He's watching you, his gaze suffocating, so you avert your own, instead focusing on the area above his left shoulder.

A glint in the corner of the room, right where the ceiling meets the two adjacent walls, catches your eye.

"Nothing to say about that entry, sweetheart?" the psycho asks, standing there with his gloved hands by his side as if he has all the time in the world.

This is getting suspicious; why is he asking you about your crush instead of, I don't know, killing you? It seems like such a trivial topic for a killer to be focused on...if he actually is one. Were Chris and Ashley wrong?

You peer at the shady corner of the room and are able to make out a circular object: a black and shiny lens. Above it is a dim but steadily blinking red light. You're being filmed. With that realization, you put it together.

They're pranking you.

It started with Sam tricking you into being alone with Josh, and then Chris teasing you about him, and then Ashley and Chris putting on a hell of a show trying to convince you some psycho is running around. Now, they're trying to terrify you into confessing your feelings. It's all some stupid, immature prank where you are the butt of the joke.

A deep frown forms on your face and you unfurl your body from its curled up position on the bed. Fury begins to pulse through your body.

"Now that I think about it, I actually have plenty to say about that entry." You stand up, taking a bold stride toward the "psycho". His hand raises to the pocket the syringe sticks out of, but you continue unfazed.

"First, let me start off with the fact that I will not let you guys scare and embarrass me for your own entertainment, alright?" You're almost yelling now, and the man watches as you continue your tirade.

You stare down the camera, gesticulating wildly, "I have feelings for Josh, okay? I want to fuck Josh. Hard." You throw your hands in the air, "And you can play all these stupid little tricks you want on me but I'm not going to let you guys make me feel bad about it. I don't give a fuck about what any of you think of me."

You sigh, exasperated, and face the speechless man standing in front of you. "There you go, hope you guys got the laugh you wanted."

He observes you as you shift your weight, the creepy eyes of the mask staring uncomfortably deep into you. You fold your arms, "So you can take the mask off now, okay? The prank's over, Chris."

"It's not Chris."

You press your lips together, "Okay, then who is it, Mike?"

The psycho speaks again, but this time, the voice-changer has been turned off.

"I think you know who it is."

Your eyes widen. There's no way you just confessed to-

The psycho's gloved hands rise to his head, and his fingers hook behind his mask and bring it down, revealing Josh's smirking face.

You take a wobbly step back, your anger disintegrating and leaving you without the confidence to speak as casually as you just were.

He chuckles, amused by your surprise and confusion. "This isn't how I imagined this going, but I'm not complaining about it." He places his mask next to your journal that's on top of the dresser.

A million thoughts and feelings begin swirling around your head and body at a vertigo-inducing pace, but they are all quieted when Josh steps forward and takes your hands in his gloves.

"Josh, what...what's going on?" you ask meekly, "Where is everyone?" It feels so contradictory, but knowing it's him near you, with his hands in yours, makes you feel so safe.

"I set up a few games for them," Josh says, "They should be entertained for a bit. But yeah, it's all one big prank. Gotcha!"

It feels like he's holding back a full reply. You look up at him, searching his green eyes for a complete answer, only to be met with a warm rush to your stomach at the fact that his gaze is soft, loving, and entirely focused on you. It's easier to fall into his warm embrace than insist on knowing more about the stupid prank, so you choose to just let it go.

Josh looks down and away, “Y’know, I’ve always been into you. I’m not good with this kind of thing but…I’ve always wanted to ask you out. I never got the courage to tell you that until now.”

Your heart flutters. “I was scared to tell you too, I just didn’t know how you’d react given…everything.”

He nods, “It feels like sometimes it takes a life-or-death situation to get people to confess their true feelings. Like Chris and Ashley, it’d take a gun to their head to get either of them to spill their guts.” 

“You’re probably right,” you giggle. 

Josh leans closer to you, hands moving from yours so they can rest on the curve of your waist. His thumbs slowly stroke your sides, provoking the urge to move his hands underneath your shirt to feel the sensation unobstructed. 

“So,” he starts, his voice quieter, dripping with something darker, “Was everything you wrote in your diary true?” 

You bring your arms up so they’re around his neck, pressing your body into his. Your soft chest melds into his hard sternum and heat radiates through his overalls to warm your skin. 

You tilt your head so your lips are centimeters from his, “You mean how I wrote pages upon pages of how bad I wanted to fuck you?” 

His hands tighten, squeezing your waist, and with his chest so close to yours, you can feel his heartbeat speed up at your words. 

“Fuck,” he says, “I guess I didn’t know you wanted it as much as I have.” 

You lean forward, closing the gap between your lips and kiss him, hard. You melt into each other, bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces, devoid of any negative space. One of his hands comes up to your jaw and the other travels to the small of your back, pushing you further into him. 

Threading your fingers into his hair, you deepen the kiss, parting your lips and allowing your tongues to push into each other's mouths. He’s a little hesitant at first, but any self-consciousness vanishes when you begin to moan breathily into your open-mouthed kisses. Thoroughly encouraged by your noises of delight, he indulges in his desire, indulges in you.

His kisses are becoming messy and desperate as he works to keep receiving your pretty little noises. He runs his hands all over your body, feeling every dip and curve, wanting to touch all of you at the same time. Each brush of his hands sends tingles up your spine and you move with him, desiring nothing more but to keep your body underneath the palms of his hands.

You allow your hands to explore too, taking them downward, past the buttons of his shirt, the large pocket of his overalls, and his belt until they reach the hardness in his pants. You rest delicate fingers on it, tracing the outline and Josh breaks from your kiss to groan. 

You let out a shaky breath, “Shit, Josh. I want this. I want you.” 

He leans down and grabs the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up and against him. Now suspended, you tighten your arms around his neck, holding onto him. Josh lays you down on the quilt and you spread your body out, relaxing into the soft fabric and the euphoric buzz your body swims in. He crawls on top of you, pressing a kiss to your jaw, then your neck, and finally, to your collarbone all while you giggle and pull him close.

He hovers over you, “You know where I want to take you right?”

You laugh and point your finger into his chest, “Don’t you dare say that perverted phrase.” 

He smiles, bringing his hand up to his mouth to lock his lips and throw away the key. 

He begins to kiss your neck once more, and you squirm underneath him, overwhelmed by the sensation his warm and wet lips shock through your body. His shirt’s sleeves are rolled up, so you wrap your hands around his thick forearms to stabilize yourself. 

Josh moves the neckline of your t-shirt, kissing further down on the increasingly exposed skin. Each kiss sends heat blooming deep in your stomach, making it even harder to keep still with the waves of pleasure overtaking you. His fingers tug on the hem of your t-shirt, a silent ask for removal. You’re about to comply when the shine of the camera in the corner catches your eye once more, the lens trained directly on the bed. 

“Josh, the camera?” you ask. 

“Not on,” he mumbles, entranced by the sight and feeling of your chest. 

It’s enough reassurance for you to pull your coat and shirt off, uncovering your bra and torso. Your exposure gives you a sudden wave of self-doubt about the prank pulled on you and everyone's role in it. You still have questions since some things aren’t fitting together, but, shamefully, it’s hard to think critically when Josh’s lips feel so good against you. 

“Fuck, y’know you’re so pretty?” Josh whispers into your torso, lavishing your chest with kisses and licks as he worships your body, “All of our winter trips…s’been so hard to focus with you here. Just wanted to touch you.”

Your fingernails begin to dig into his forearms. “It was so hard for me too, Josh, I’ve had a crush on you for like ever.” He kisses just above your jeans and you let out a gasp. Your hand comes up to your mouth in an attempt to muffle your noises, but Josh pins your wrist to the bedspread. 

“Please,” he says, “I want…to hear you,” he presses another kiss to your pelvis, “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” 

“Okay,” you answer, breath hitching as he unbuttons your pants. He pulls your jeans off and throws them onto the rug. “Mmm, no fair,” you whine, using your free hand to knock one of his overall straps off his shoulder. He smiles, complying with your wishes by taking his overalls off, leaving him in his button-up and dark jeans. 

“Is this satisfactory for the princess?” he asks, waiting for you to evaluate his outfit. 

You tilt your head and grin, “Hmmm…satisfactory for now.” 

“Then, may I continue pleasuring my fair maiden?”

“You may,” you giggle. 

He kneels between your thighs and strokes his fingers along the curves of your legs, marveling at your beauty. 

“You have such a tight bod,” he says, breathless. He places a big hand on your lower stomach, “And so soft, too.”

A shy smile spreads across your face; the words from your crush make you feel tingly and giddy. “It makes me happy that you like my body,” you respond. 

“I love it,” he says, bending your knees and pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, amused by how you instinctively jerk at the sensation. “You like when I kiss you there?” he asks, already knowing the answer. 

Your breathing becomes uneven as he kisses further down your inner thigh, closing in on your underwear and the darkened patch where your wetness has soaked through the fabric. Josh’s rough hands slip down your thighs, holding them open and still despite the way you squirm when his lips feel a little too good. 

He pauses for a quick moment to pull off his shirt, leaving him in his dark henley top that hugs his lean build perfectly. 

“I want more off of you,” you demand, and Josh grins, stating that “Somebody’s eager.” 

His henley top comes off and shirtless Josh is between your legs once more, kissing just a few inches shy of your underwear. His hands roam as he does, gratefully squeezing the flesh of your thighs. 

He moans your name as he licks a stripe across the inside of your leg, sending the thoughts straight out of your brain. All you know is that he sounds so fucking hot when he moans your name. 

“C-can I take these off now?” he asks, placing a hand on your underwear, a twinge of desperation underlying his voice.

“Yes, please, Josh,” you gasp, thumbs already tucking into your waistband to get the burdensome fabric off as quickly as possible. 

He groans as your glistening folds are exposed, looking like he’s about to come just from the sight of you. Within seconds he’s nestled between your legs again, kissing your thighs until he gets to your soaked entrance. His hot breath fans against you, sending butterflies of anticipation up your sides. 

“I’ve been thinking about doing this for so long,” he admits before licking up your cunt with a flattened tongue, sending one of your hands down to get knotted into his hair and the other gripping onto the bedsheets for dear life. 

He continues to lick his tongue through your folds, and you begin to writhe underneath his touch, “Fuck, Josh, it…it feels really good.” 

He groans against you, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through your body. Your hips kick up against your will, but Josh pushes your pelvis back down into the mattress, palm firmly placed on your lower stomach, fingers spread. 

“Can’t have you wiggling around, now can we?” he says before diving into your pussy one more. He bathes your clit with attention, holding your hips down and keeping you still every time a flick of his tongue is too powerful for you to handle. 

Your fingers dig deep into Josh’s hair, pulling it gently, which he seems to enjoy with the way he groans into you. His hips buck a little into the mattress whenever you pull tighter, so desperate to get off to you.

He watches you as he pleasures you, devouring every little reaction with his dark and hungry green eyes. When you look down, you can see that one of his hands has slipped underneath his jeans, allowing him to palm himself to your delightful reactions. 

He begins to suck on your clit, kissing and taking it into his mouth rhythmically in a way that might just drive you out of your right mind. His mouth is warm and wet against you and each shockwave of pleasure it gifts breaks you down into smaller and smaller pieces. 

Honestly, it’s frightening how the bliss consumes you in totality: thoughts, body, everything. It’s better than any smutty fantasy you scribbled down in your journal. Your imagination could have never conjured up what it feels like to have Josh go down on you.

“You’re s’hot,” he says in between licks, “And taste so good, fuck.” 

You moan, and he becomes sloppier with his movements, too overcome by desire to think straight. You buck your hips against him and he lets you, allowing his hand to just sit on your pelvis instead of push it down.

Tingles of electricity shoot up your sides as you ride Josh’s tongue. He accommodates his mouth to every jerky thrust of your hips, fully giving in to your carnal pleasure. He watches you, eyes half-lidded, touching himself, and completely under the spell of your gyrating body. 

“Ah—fuck, Josh I’m so close.”

“Please,” he mumbles, his tongue and mouth inseparable from your wet cunt, “I want you to, I want you to come so bad.”

A strangled moan rips through your throat as an orgasm comes crashing down on you. You throw your head back against the quilt, eyes crinkled shut and mouth agape. The pleasure hits you in unforgiving waves, slamming into your poor body until it's through with you.

Josh strokes your quaking thighs, soothing the intensity of your climax and helping you through it. 

“Fuck—that’s it, there you go” Josh coos.

Your whole body falls limp, and you lie supine on the bed, the aftershocks of your orgasm still buzzing through you. Your canal throbs, squeezing around but the copious amount of slick dripping out of your pussy.

Josh clambers up to your face, kissing your cheek and forehead as you try to slow your panting. 

“Josh,” you slur, still trying to return to Earth. 

“Mmm?” he answers, placing a gentle kiss to your temple. 

“That was really good,” you manage to express. 

He smiles against your skin, lies down next to you, and wraps his arms around your body, holding you to him with a comforting firmness. Your hands rest on the bicep settled over your chest, and you snuggle into Josh’s embrace. He’s so warm, and smells so good. He’s exactly what you need after such a violent orgasm.

Your energy depleted, you slip off, so comfortable and safe in Josh’s arms. 

Josh waits until you're fully asleep before checking his watch. Based on the time, Ashley and Chris should be waking up soon from the sleeping gas he had poisoned them with.

Careful not to wake you, Josh slips out of the bed, dresses himself, and picks up the mask on the dresser.

"Sleep well, honey," he says with a smile before shutting the door behind him.

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Let's start off nice 'n easy.

[barnxsromanxff]

is it possible for you to do Josh Washington x Reader or Chris Hartley x Reader smut maybe like halloween themed? some sort of halloween party at his place (beth and hannah are still alive/doesn’t follow game storyline) reader is described as shy and “innocent” but Sam (her best friend) got her to feel comfortable enough to wear a “slutty” costume (your choice in costume just make it slutty lmao) Josh/Chris is/are surprised and tease her about it but he’s super down bad and has had a crush on her for years and maybe some sort of party game takes place and they reveal they’ve liked eachother for years but didn’t want to ruin their friendship (Josh/Chris is readers male best friend) one thing leads to another (your choice from here i’m running out of ideas 😭) and it gets heated and then.. smut but like cutesy romantic afterwards/end up together

Halloweekend | Josh Washington x f!Reader

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Request: yes or no

Prompt: Going from shy to confident at a halloween party causes Josh to notice

Pairing: Josh x f!reader (best friends to lovers)

Warnings: mdni 18+ only cursing, innuendoes, unprotected PIV, dry humping, mentions of bodily fluids

A/N: Love this detailed request! I was actually planning on doing one like this idk about you guys but in college “halloweekend” is huge, so it worked out perfectly… i hope you enjoy!!

DISCLAIMER BELOW!!

no description of body color, size or build are used. Descriptions are used for afab but nothing more detailed than that. I provided this gif as an example of the costume, NOT the body or face!

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“Samantha Giddings, absolutely not.”

You cringed as your eyes stared at the costume your best friend held up, the tiny pink body suit assaulting your eyes,

“Come on pleaseeeee!”

You shook your head and continued searching through her collection of costumes, hoping to find one a little less scandalous.

“You’d look so good in this! Josh won’t be able to take his eyes off you.”

A dark blush crept on your face as you tried ignoring Sam’s teasing. You were never the type to show skin, let alone this much. You felt like you had your place in the group already, you were timid and if you were to wear a costume it would be something nerdy.

Sure, a few jokes might be said but you felt comfortable which was your number one priority.

“Just try it on okay? If you really don’t like it you don’t have to wear it.”

You sighed and snatched the costume from her hands, side eyeing her as you slowly made your to bathroom to change. You strongly doubted you would like this, you didn’t want to. But you did like it.

Your eyes widened as you look in the mirror,

“Wow… I look hot.”

“Shot! Shot! Shot!”

As the door to the Washington Lodge opened you took in your surroundings, the smell of sweat and alcohol hitting your senses. You hear a squeal of girls and turn to see your friends waving at you excitedly.

“You look amazing!”

Hannah and Beth were the first to comment on the outfit, giving you compliments for it. You were mentally preparing for what the boys would say, luckily they seemed preoccupied with their drinks.

You feel a warm embrace and smell sweet vanilla, immediately noticing it’s Jess in her tiny costume, not out of character for her.

As you continued to walk through the party you finally made your way to the kitchen, a loud wolf whistle making you sheepishly want to turn around and leave.

There you see two of your best friends, Josh and Chris fumbling over themselves to see you. They had to stop themselves from literally drooling at the sight of you.

“Trying something new?”

You rolled your eyes at them,

“Chris what are you even wearing, are you suppose to be a nun or something?”

Chris was wearing a baggy dark cloak, he must’ve found it in the basement or something. Your eyes go over Josh’s costume, he’s wearing an unfitted overall set and has a fake knife in his hand.

“Want a drink?”

Josh hands you a red solo cup filled with a mix of drinks, you cringe as you down it. Hoping this will give you some more confidence.

As the night goes on the little comments and jokes don’t seem to stop, Josh coming towards you with another drink,

“Are you suppose to be a bunny? I can only tell by the ears.”

He then seems to get an idea and moves behind you, humming as if he was confirming something,

“And tail I guess. This type of thing isn’t really you huh?”

You turn to face him with a fake angry expression and hit his arm lightly as you tease back,

“Staring at my ass, Joshua?”

Josh steps closer to you making you shiver, his hand grazing over your lower back.

“How could I not?”

The air between the two of you seemingly changed, your mouth became dry as you looked up at him, but quickly turned away to avoid his stare.

“Anyway, let’s go join the group.”

He grabbed your arm and pulled you with him, completely ignoring the entire interaction.

More drinks and laughs are shared, the group now sitting in a circle in the living room. Sam and the twins look like they’re plotting something whispering before they yell out, ‘Spin the bottle!’

You let out a sigh knowing where this could end up for some people, but you quietly agree to play.

After a few founds and some giggles and pecks it’s your turn to spin, you curse yourself for agreeing to play this childish game.

Finally you spin the beer bottle watching it twirl deciding your fate against the hard wood floors, it slowing down and finally stopping directly across from you.

fuck.

“Woo! My time to shine.”

Josh cracks his knuckles and motions you to come closer, your cheeks once again begin to heat up as you have to crawl across the circle to him.

A few cheers and whistles make you want to die inside, as you near him he smiles at you which gives you some peace in mind.

This has been your dream since middle school, always crushing on Josh through out all these years. This just wasn’t exactly the first kiss you had in mind though.

You lean in and your lips graze his, the smell his cologne and vodka overwhelm your head, your thoughts becoming fuzzy as you continue the kiss.

It was short and sweet but you felt on fire, your body buzzing with excitement. You’d lie if you weren’t saying you enjoyed it.

“Atta girl.”

After the game the party kept going on, drinks stilll going, but the energy was starting to go down. A slow song begins playing, you couldn’t help but sway your hips letting the alcohol take control.

You giggle as you continue with your dancing, slightly stumbling now and then until an arm steadys you.

“Never seen this side of you.”

Josh’s voice flows into your mind, his voice just above a whisper into your ear.

“Care to dance m’lady?”

He takes a goofy bow and extends his hand to yours, the song continues and you keep with your swaying, now with him.

“Have fun tonight, bunny?”

You snicker at this new found nickname but still nod, then letting your head rest on the warmth of his shirt,

“Felt good tonight.”

“You looked good too.”

You looked up at him expecting to see a hint of humor in his eyes but instead he looked at you with sincerity.

“Are you teasing me?”

He puts his hand on his heart in an act of playing out his words, letting you know he’s not. Even when he’s joking you can always tell with Josh how he’s thinking. Always except when it’s about you.

Through out the years Josh’s admiration for you has only grown, he loves how shy you are and how easy he can make you blush and stutter. Even if he’s teasing he knows just how far to push it, never wanting to hurt your feelings.

Being best friends was amazing, but it was killing you both not to be more. You didn’t want to ruin the friendship, and neither did he.

If it wasn’t for the amount of alcohol you had buzzing through you, your next move would have never even crossed your mind as something you’d do. But here you are, drunk and kissing Josh.

Everything drowned out as you stood on your tippy toes and pulled Josh into a kiss, all you could focus on was him. Your heart beated out of your chest as he continued to kiss you back, your lips brushing against each other.

Your hands held onto his overalls for support as he pulled you in to deepen the kiss, his tongue swiping over your lips. Your heart races as you feel one of his hands slide down your back.

“Get a room, love birds!”

Mike yells out, making you pull away quickly and turn to see some of the group watching. Sam smiles and gives you a big thumbs up. You pinch the bridge of your noise and see Josh wink at Chris.

Josh grabs your hand and pulls you away from the group, towards another room.

“Josh! where are we going?”

He doesn’t answer as he weaves around the maze of this home, finally resting on the door to one of the many rooms of the house.

“I thought you deserved some privacy, not that we have to do anything… but maybe we should, um, talk?”

Josh rubs the back of his neck as he motions for you to entire the bedroom. You feel yourself sobering up with anxiety, the night replaying in your head.

“Joshua, are you just joking with me tonight?”

You needed to know, if this was for real or if it’s just some drunken prank. You knew how you felt but you wouldn’t allow yourself to be hurt if the feelings weren’t truly mutual.

“Trust me, this wasn’t just some drunken kiss. I’ve liked you since like high school y’know?”

Your eyes widened and you hit his chest

“Why didn’t you tell me you dork?”

He chuckle and shrugged his shoulders,

“I didn’t really think you’d like me back.”

You furrowed your brows in shock, how could you not like him. All these years you thought he would never like you. You’re a little younger, everytime you’ve wanted to say something you stop yourself.

“Josh, how could I not?”

You use his same tone as earlier when he answered your question about staring at your ass, earning a laugh from him.

“Hey I was serious! How could I not stare? Acting all innocent then showing up to the party in this…”

He gestures to your tight bunny costume, which earns a spin from you. He steps closer to you and looks you up and down,

“Like what you see?”

He mumbles a ‘Hell yeah’ and grabs your waist pulling you closer, his lips soon on yours.

The kiss starts slow, almost scared that this wasn’t real, but it quickly turns into more. It’s needy and rough, he picks you up and puts you down onto a desk.

His bulge positioned right between your open legs which earns a soft whimper from you. He pushes himself closer to you and begins kissing down your face and neck.

“You know how long i’ve wanted this? God, you’re so beautiful.”

His words filled your head and pooled straight between your legs, you pushed against him for any sort of friction. A low gasp left his lips as you rubbed yourself on his growing tent, his eyes closing letting himself enjoy it.

“Joshy, just fuck me already.”

He was surprised at your sudden whine, especially considering he has always seen you so pure.

“Not so innocent now, are we?”

You shake your head at his suggestion before unbuttoning the bottom of your body suit, you let him continue the rest by pulling down your pink tights.

You’re both drunken messes, neither of you caring how this would affect tomorrow or the rest of your friendship. Both desperate and needy for each other.

Josh unbuttons his overalls and lets them fall down his frame, leaving him with his underwear and shirt left, quickly he pulls down his boxers and lets his cock spring free.

He rubs himself before lining up to your entrance which is coated and all ready for him. He slips in with ease, both of you releasing a string of curses and moans.

He begins a steady pace of thrusting into you, the desk slamming into the walls with every push. You held onto him as he continued,

“I’ve dreamt of this.”

You say between breaths, and it’s true. You’ve laid down in restless nights touching yourself just to the idea of his kisses, his touch, his cock, all of him. The amount of times you’ve woken up sweating from a dream of him was countless, and honestly worrying.

But here you are, your best friend balls deep inside you all because you decided to wear a costume sam suggested. The drinks definitely helped, but this was something you have wanted for years.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a sudden knock at the door,

“Hey uh Josh? I just wanted to know if the cabin was still open for business.”

Josh covered your mouth with his hand as you began reaching towards your climax, needy noises leaving your lips.

“Uh hold on Mike, i’m a little busy.”

He smiles at you as he continues his work on you, your eyes rolling back with every thrust

“Okay man, me and Em will be waiting in the living room. For whenever you’re done fuckin”

You didn’t even care anymore if anyone knew, all you care for was the high you were chasing. Josh eventually let his hand fall from your mouth seemingly having the same thoughts as you.

He knew just where to touch, getting reactions from you with every lick and kiss.

“Josh i’m so close.”

Your cries grew louder, his name falling from your lips like a worship,

Your noises only encouraged Josh to quicken his pace, his cock hitting right where it needed to.

Your knuckles turned white and you gripped onto the wood of the desk, you could’ve sworn it was breaking under your grasp. With one final scream of his name you felt your body become weightless, giving him full control.

Josh gasped and pulled out quickly, barely in time before his cum shot out onto your thighs and some onto your costume.

His forehead rested onto your shoulder, both of you panting, gasping for air. He kisses your shoulder before pulling up his underwear,

“Let me get something to clean you up.”

The bare minimum and it still made your heart skip a beat, he was gentle with his touch ironically even though moments ago he was using all his power to keep your legs spread. After you two clean up and redress fully, he begins to walk out the door, you grab his hand and pull in him.

“Look, I know Mike and Em are waiting but I just,”

You pause and look into his eyes,

“I don’t want this to just be a one time thing, you know im not that type of girl joshy.”

He smiles at the nickname usually only you use, he reached to cup your face before kissing your forehead.

“I don’t plan on this being a one time thing, I want this between us, if that’s what you’re asking.”

You nod and lean in for one more kiss before parting, getting the reassurance you need you let him leave the room.

As soon as Josh swings the door open you can hear the berate of whistles and clapping, your eyes squeezed close wanting nothing more than to hide in this room forever.

Sam steps in and laughs at your obvious uncomfortable face,

“Told you the outfit would work.”

[cherrypop-xoxo]

Sam Giddings NSFW headcanons? Or just NSFW oneshot. Whatever you feel like. (Jealousy, maybe if you do one-shot) Sam's so underrated, it's sad

Sam is very under appreciated on here 😭 also first time writing smut- be nice lmaooo

- MDNI -

Sam NSFW Head canon/Oneshot for Afab reader

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- Sam is pretty vanilla, but that doesn’t mean she won’t go out of her comfort zone to try something new

- She Definitely is a giver

- Sam is quiet in bed. She rarely moans only letting out small gasp every now and then

- She always makes sure to ask you if you’re ok multiple times

- She loves when you’re vocal

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You had planned this night perfectly, even more perfect that Sam needed to run to the store. It was yours and Sam’s third year anniversary today. You had just bought a new red lace lingerie set and were excited to surprise her.

Sam had just got back from the store. She hums softly as she grabs the key to your shared apartment. She opens the door, “babe I’m home!” Sam yells out as she hangs her coat and keys up on the rack. She places the groceries on the island countertop. In one swift motion she turns around to notice the floor.

You had laid out rose petals all over the floor leading to your and Sam’s bedroom. “Oh? What’s this now,” She says loud enough for you to hear. You let out a soft giggle waiting for her.

Sam slowly opens the bedroom door. “Oh my…” She looks you up and down. “For little ole me?” Sam gives you a small smirk before walking towards you.

You give her a smile as you open your arms and wrap them around her neck, “happy anniversary Sam…” You whisper to her before catching her lips in a kiss.

Sam places her hands on your waist as she deepens the kiss. She slowly leads you back until your legs hit the mattress. You let yourself fall back dragging your lovely girlfriend with you.

Sam kisses along your jaw down to your neck. You let out a soft moan running your hands up into Sam’s Hair. “This ok?” She mumbles against you neck. “God yes,” you moan out as she kisses down your neck. She slowly unclips your lingerie and slides it down your shoulder to take it off.

“Can’t wait any longer…” She mumbles as she moves down between your legs. She grabs your hips and pulls you towards her. Sam hooks her fingers under the hem of your lingerie bottoms and pulls them off in one swift motion.

Sam Instantly makes eye contact with you as she licks a stripe up your pussy ending at your clit before sucking harshly. You let out a loud moan knowing Sam enjoys when youre loud.

She continues her stripes and sucks until you’re on edge. “Go on…let go…” Sam Mumbles into you. You throw your head back as you climax. She pulls up chin glistening and she smiles at you, “Happy Anniversary babe.”

( a/n DONT BULLY ME- I’ve never wrote smut before sobs- I tried my best 😔)

[yvesolace]

welcome to the madhouse

hi i'm tay, i use she/her prns i'm 20 and a lesbian! this is my first time properly and officially writing smut or just fanfiction in general. i tried when i was younger but i never went through with it but i actually have proper ideas now.

topics i will write: smut, fluff, fem!reader, somnophilia, age gap (only if reader is 20+), bondage, choking, spitting, manhandling, stepcest, blood kink/blood drinking if it's about vampires, mommy kink, daddy kink what i will not write: incest, underage, rape/non con, male!reader, gn!reader, pedophila, lolicon, zoophilia, any of that real!mom shit, scat, vomit, mmlg, ddlg note: if you’re wondering if a topic/character you want to request is something i’d write or not ask in your request!! if it isn’t i will say so

resident evil lady dimitrescu, dimitrescu sisters, mother miranda, donna beneviento, angie beneviento (resident lover), ada wong, jill valentine, claire redfield, ashley graham, leon kennedy

cyberpunk 2077 judy alvarez, panam palmer, rogue amendiares, alt cunningham, song ‘songbird’ somi, rosalind myers, evelyn parker, hanako arasaka, misty olszewski, meredith stout, aurore cassel, lizzy wizzy

starfield sarah morgan, andreja, mei divine

red dead redemption  sadie adler, molly o'shea, mary-beth glaskill, karen jones, susan grimshaw, abigail roberts, mary linton

assassin's creed evie frye, élise de la serre, claudia auditore da firenze, kassandra, rebecca crane, lucy stillman, aya (amunet), ciara ingen medba, randvi

misc lara croft (tomb raider), valeria (cod mw2), jane harrow (cod bo6), helen park (cod cw), emily davis (until dawn), sam giddings (until dawn), jessica riley (until dawn), emma mountebank (the quarry)

requests open when requesting please be specific!

[vicocaaisha]

Sam Giddings x Reader

Synopsis: You met Sam again for a little getaway with your friends, but it quickly escalated more than that.

Warnings: Shamless SMUT. Mature scenes.

The night is young.

Just a few college students partying their life out during winter break.

Honestly, it’s been a while since you were able to hang out with them because you were too busy studying. It’s not like you guys go to the same schools.

“How have you been?” Sam asked you, popping out of nowhere and handing you another shot of tequila.

You hadn’t talked to her since you came to the lodge because of your undying love for her since middle school. In which made you nervous now that she had approached you.

“Stressed out from school.” you responded with a shy smile.

You weren’t sure if it’s the drugs and alcohol kicking in, but she leaned in and felt her breath on your skin, “I miss you so much, Y/N.” Sam said in a seductive manner. You weren’t sure if you’re just being delusional because of the alcohol you have drunk already.

You chuckled in response. There was a silent moment that you felt as you looked at her in her eyes. Those damn eyes–

“Alright everybody! Let’s all play truth or dare!” Josh shouted loudly, causing you to break the connection you have with Sam.

Such a cock blocker.

The night has coming to an end.

You said your drunken goodnights to everyone and started heading to your room.

Honestly, being friends with the rich kids is amazing. You get to have a free vacation every time they want to. Did I also mention the fact that you have your own room?

You can’t control the dizziness that you felt anymore. You just want to brush your teeth, take off your makeup, and go to bed already.

You were probably the first one who went to bed because you were always a lightweight when it comes to drinking and knowing your friends, they probably would have done something crazy for you to wake up in the morning.

As you start undressing, you hear the door being opened.

“I’m trying to change, you creep!” You jokingly said, you're comfortable enough to change in front of your friends.

“Y/N…” That voice, was it Sam’s?

“Sammy?” You replied, trying to navigate her in the dark.

You felt her closing in the space behind your back between the two of you. She was starting to get touchy, and you’ve already stripped off your pants.

“H-hey…” There is nervousness evident in your voice.

“Are you and Mike together?” You heard her whisper to your ears.

Well, you and Mike do go to the same college and are taking some of the classes together. He had tried asking you out, but men in general weren’t your type. You just weren’t sure what Mike had said about you and him to others though.

“No, what makes you think that?” You replied trying to face her but she was already hugging you by your back.

“Good.” Sam said before turning you to her and suddenly pushing you on the bed.

“Wha-Why–” You weren’t able to finish your sentence as shock goes throughout your body.

She’s straddling you, she’s on top of you. No words could come out of your mouth to ask her what’s happening.

“You know, I’m tired of watching you flirt with them as if you don’t see that I’m here.” Sam said while licking your neck.

“Huh?” You weren’t that sure on what she’s talking about. You don’t know that she’s into girls?

“Let me prove how much I love you, Y/N.” Sam said in a lower tone of voice that you haven’t heard from her before.

She loves me? You thought to yourself.

Before you could even reply, she had already sealed a kiss between the both of you. Leaving you in a more dazed state.

You felt her knee digging into your core that made you moan into the kiss. Which made Sam insert her tongue. She’s really good at this.

Breaking the kiss, “I’ve wanted you for so long, I’m taking what mine now.” Sam said while panting because of the kiss.

As Sam tries to undress your remaining clothes on your body, the door suddenly creeked open with Emily stumbling in the room, “Guys! You have to see Chris getting shit faced!”

You were like a deer caught in a headlight, not knowing what to do next.

“Am I interrupting something?” Emily teased before closing the door, “Don’t forget to use condom, you guys!” You heard her say on the other side of the wall now.

Sam only chuckled at what happened, “They better know now that you’re mine.”

She has already undressed you, and her hands are traveling to your core. You are so wet from all of this. Who would have thought your hot crush would be fucking you?

With no warnings, Sam plunged in her fingers which she earned a loud whine from you.

“Hmph– You gotta slow down!” You were trying to ask her while holding onto her hair in a messy bun.

She ignored your request and continued to finger you at a fast pace while she’s marking your neck.

You were a whimpering mess underneath her, and all you could do is grip on her hair and her clothes.

“I love you,” You heard Sam say, but you’re unable to reply because of the intense pleasure that you were feeling.

Your high is approaching, “S-sam!” was all you could say at that time. You felt her breathing becoming erratic and her fingering becoming inconsistent.

With a few more strokes from her finger, you had reached your high. After your silent pleas, the room became dead silent. Sam didn’t say a single word to you. Did she regret it that fast?

“I love you, Y/N.” You heard Sam say again, but you didn’t get to respond as the tiredness starts to settle in your body. You were quick to fall asleep. It’s like you were passing out from what happened.

The howling of wind woke you up, it was still dark because of the blizzard as you see outside the window.

The room smelt like sex and alcohol, and you felt someone hugging you behind your back.

Sam.

You totally forgot that you hooked up with her last night. She stayed, which you were really grateful about because you want to have more than a silly one night stand to her.

You felt her shift, “Good morning, Sam.” trying to wake her up with your raspy voice.

“Hmm, slept well?” She asked half-asleep.

“A bit hungover…” You chuckled a bit. She didn’t reply to you after that. She might be drifting off to sleep again.

“Do you mean it..?” You asked, referring to the i love yous she said to you.

“Mhm, I love you so much.” You heard her mumble against your skin.

“I love you too…” You answered back quietly as you enjoy the peace you have with her.

Hope you guys enjoy lol. It's been so long since I've written something. I'll take requests for until dawn characters, but I'll only do the gals.

[illusioninfnty]

Make My Kitty Purr!

જ⁀➴ Black Cat & Spiderwoman : Day 31

feat. Sam Giddings ᯓ★ As New York City's sexiest burglar, of course it was your duty to tease the friendly neighborhood Spiderwoman. It helped that she was real cute and got easily flustered.

warnings! : NSFW 18+, teasing, public sex, fingering, cunnilingus, mild exhibitionism, inappropriate use of web fluid

ᯓ★ kinktober m.list || read on ao3

You dodge web after web deftly, the jewels you stole from the glass case in your tight grasp as Spiderwoman chases after you. “You’ll have to be faster than that, Spidey!” 

“Get back here!” Spiderwoman, everyone’s favorite hero, swings from behind you with her webs, desperately trying to chase after you to no avail. 

You planned this deliberately; you knew that she was going to be in the neighborhood, that she would respond to the call of your robbery.

Too bad she won’t take her mask off so you can see her cute, blushing face when you tease her.

The latex if your black bodysuit tugs on you tightly as you finally escape through a window. The distant sounds of police sirens rapidly get louder and louder, no doubt coming after you.

“Shit,” you mutter, looking around for a place to hide out in before you escape.

You manage to retreat into a narrow alleyway, just far away to escape from all the chaos and stay in the shadows unless someone walks all the way through it to your location. The jewels clink against each other in your sack as you begin to sort through them, surveying your shiny trophies.

“I finally caught you, Black Cat.”

You’d recognize that voice from anywhere. Surprised, you turn to see Spiderwoman slowly approaching you in the alleyway. Arms up as if preparing her webs to restrain you.

You maintain a calm demeanor as you pull your hand out of your bag, slowly sauntering over to her as a lazy smile paints itself across your face. “Aw shucks, Spiderwoman, all this for little ol’ me?”

She glares at you, but you can see the way her hands falter as you continue to approach her. “There’s no way out for you now, Black Cat. Just make this easy for both of us and over the jewels.” She extends one hand out while the other one remains positioned to shoot her web fluid at you, if need be.

You sigh dramatically. “I worked real hard to get these, you know. Pretty impressive if I do say so myself.” You hold up one of the gems to your eye level, flaunting the shiny item in front of Spiderwoman’s face.

Her mask scrunches in a way that you can tell that her features become pinched underneath it. “I don’t want to hurt you. Please.” “Please?” you parrot, mockingly. “I sure do love that word coming from your mouth.” Dropping the gem in the bag and closing it, you start swinging the pouch around in your hold and walking closer to her until you’re just a couple of feet away. Your voice lowers. “Mind saying that again for me, Spidey?”

There’s a pause before she responds. “Will that get you to hand them over?”

You flash a toothy grin. “No promises.”

Your sharp sense allow you to catch her next action before it occurs—Spiderwoman’s hand tenses, and you know that’s a sign she’s about to shoot her web fluid at you. You’re able to dodge the sticky fluid, rolling away and behind her as the substance sticks to the brick wall behind you.

“Too slow,” you chuckle, “again.”

As she whips around to attack you, you quickly push her into the wall, her back and arms sticking the web she just shot out.

“Damn it!” she cries out, frustrated. She wriggles around with no avail. The web fluid has a solid grip and her, and it looks like she won’t be able to get loose any time soon. You smirk at the fortunate circumstance that happens to fall into your lap.

“Poor, poor, Spidey,” you drawl, running your hand down her stomach. “Caught in her own web.” Your hand stops at her lower abdomen, and you can feel her breath hitch and body tense.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asks, her voice exposing her uncertainty.

You smirk, gazing at her through your lashes. “Something I’m sure you’ve been wanting just as much as I have.”

With one fell swoop, you use your claws to rip the bottom half of her suit, exposing her pussy to you. She gasps and attempts to cross her legs but is stopped by your grip on her thigh keeping her leg open.

“Shit!” she hisses as your other hand reaches its way down towards her folds, petting them gently.

Your lips toy at the edge of her mask, nibbling down on it as you inhale her natural sweet scent. “Gonna let me see what you’re hiding under here?”

“Fuck you,” she grunts, turning her head away. Yet the shallow breathing and the way her body subtly bucks into your touch without her even knowing betrays her fighting words.

“You can stop pretending to resist. I can feel how much you want this.” As your fingers continue to pet her, finding their way around her folds, her wetness begins to envelop you.

“Oh!” She gasps as your fingers breach her entrance. You begin to pump them in and out of her at a steady pace, curling them inside of her as she whimpers at your touch, her body quivering.

Sirens sound from near you two, most likely a couple of blocks over. Both you and Spiderwoman turn to the sound, your fingers temporarily stopping for a moment before turning your attention back onto the wet dripping pussy in front of you. You lean forward to whisper in her ear.

“What would the cops say if they caught the friendly neighborhood Spiderwoman dripping with three fingers up her cunt?”

“Y-you have to stop,” she moans out, her words holding no weight with the way her head is thrown back and pleasure and her legs quiver from your touch.

“Do you really want me to?” you drawl out sarcastically. 

The lack of reply from her is louder than her words could ever be.

You pump your fingers into her just a few more times before removing them completely, her juices glistening off of them.

“Huh—” she blinks at you all bleary-eyed just as you drop to your knees in front of her. With your clawed hands, you hold her legs open and lick your lips as you stare up at her through your lashes.

“Just getting ready for my meal.” And with that, you dive your face into her pussy.

Her moan as you do so is so loud that you wouldn’t be surprised if the entire block heard it. With her arms restrained, her cries are not very muffled as you use your tongue to explore inside of her wet core.

You nip at her bud and her cunt continues to gush, her whimpers of pleasure sounding clearly from above you. You continue the assault on her pussy as her hips buck into you face, allowing your tongue to reach inside of her even deeper than before.

“Right there!” she screams, and her walls flutter around her tongue as she cums, fluids coating your mouth and running down your chin.

As her body trembles, attempting to recover from her orgasm, you can see the web fluid begin to loosen. You take that as your cue to get back up, lick your lips one last time, and pick up your now longer forgotten bag of stolen jewels.

“I’ll catch you on the flipside, Sam.” You begin to leap away, taking her ruffled state as an easy head start to escape.

“What—how did you—get back here!” Spiderwoman—Sam—yells after you, still disorientated from her orgasm.

You laugh as you leap away, eagerly awaiting your next encounter with her at the next scene of your crime.

[smgryufied]

⟢ Hero(e)s complex

pairing/s: Samantha Giddings/Michael Munroe, one sided Jess/Matt (mentioned)

warnings: ooc mike, smut in chapter 2 wip

words: 1265

chapters: 1 | 2

Sam and Michael greet each other at the desk while all their friends are in their respective hospital beds. Mike still struggles with a hero complex after the events, so he wants to make up for not being able to save Sam last night. There's always other nights.

Sam put her elbows on the counter and sucked her lips inwards as she waited for a nurse, or anyone at this point, to come and guide her to her own room.

After all, she's been nursing her own friends, it's only fair for her to be a little impatient, right?

She taps her feet, growing more and more impatient by the second. Mike, sitting on one of the four chairs near the counter, notices this and glances at her. His eyebrows go up in shock as he notices all the open wounds, burns, and bruises on Sam's side profile and the rest of her body. The adrenaline and trauma finally wore down a little bit, enough for him to notice this. He gets up to stand beside her.

He clicks his tongue, "Still no luck?". She shakes her head "Nope," as the tapping of her feet becomes faster. Her heart pounds faster and her mind races even more.

Wanting to help, Mike stares at one noticeably large burn on Sam's arm for a few seconds, "There's some bandages in Jess' room if you want to patch those up while the nurses are off to god knows what," he offers. Sam's movements stop as she glances at Mike, opening her mouth to say something, but she shakes the thought away and shakes her head a "no".

"You sure?" Mike persists. "Yeah, I wouldn't wanna disturb her beauty sleep," she remarks, "It's been one hell of a night". Mike gives her an annoyed expression, not to her though, but more to what she said about not wanting to disturb Jessica. "I don't mind," he says, "She broke up with me anyway," before walking away to head off to Jessica's room.

Sam sighs as he takes off. Even after everything that happened, he still is stubborn. Perfect definition of a himbo if he wasn't so smart in school.

Thinking about what Mike said about patching up, Sam looks at her hands and notices all the results of that night, only then does she feel the pain.

She starts to feel a breeze on her bicep and without looking, she tries to put her palm on the area but winces as soon as her finger comes in contact with the large open wound, making her look.

Mike, heading towards her, narrows his eyes at the wound and looks back at her, "Did you try to patch it up with your hand?" he says sarcastically. "I didn't know it was there," Sam answers. Mike gives her a confused expression, "You didn't know a large chunk of flesh was missing from your arm?" Mike asks while he rolls the small bandage around her arm. It'll have to do. The question made Sam shrug. "Adrenaline must've hit you hard, huh?" he jokes. "Haha, yeah, maybe I should've hit you hard with that shovel then," Sam remarks as they both laugh.

It reminded Mike of something, it reminded him of that night. He doesn't know how, but it managed to escape from his memory briefly, and he preferred it that way, but it also reminded him how Sam saved his ass from that wendigo, and the others too from burning that goddamn house down. He sighs in relief from the thought, "I don't think I ever thanked you properly for that," he trails off and starts thinking again. Sam looks up at him when she noticed that he stopped rolling the bandage.

"You don't have to, it's a favor, and besides, it's a life we're talking about here, your life, Mike," Sam attempts to reassure him, making him pause his train of thought. "Yeah.. you know it's just.. I never really got the chance to save you from a near-death experience," Mike goes on, "even in the end, you were the one who saved me from getting my head bit off by the wendigo in that cabin".

Sam furrows her eyebrows in a concerned look and Mike takes notice of this too. "Sorry," he says and starts wrapping the bandage again, "I developed some sort of um," he laughs at what he thinks is a ridiculous thought, "hero.. complex or something".

Sam holds Mike's hand that had the bandages in hand and finishes the job herself. "You don't have to save everyone, even though you did, with that light bulb action back in the cabin," she looks up at Mike as she says that. As she finishes covering the wound, she looks for a pair of scissors to cut the extra but Mike just rips it. It hurt, but Sam doesn't mind. She turns her back to the counter and Mike does the same. "You were a hero, Mike, stop downsizing yourself. We can both be heroes," Sam speaks up, "You don't have to save everyone in order to call yourself one".

They both smile at each other then Sam's eyes drift away to Jessica's door as it opens, revealing Matt getting out. Sam lifts one eyebrow, making Mike turn, but he looks back not long after. Matt, walking towards the bathroom behind the duo, makes a small wave aimed mainly towards Sam, while Mike just stares. Sam turns her head as her eyes still follow Matt until he's out of sight, then she looks at Mike again.

"So the break-up was." she says. He shrugs "Fuck if I know. They were stuck together after I left her in that elevator 'cause I thought she was fucking dead," Mike blurts out. Sam nods slowly. "I tried the best I could to save her, you know... I didn't leave her on purpose, but she doesn't know that, and now look at the knight in bloody shitty armor". The comment on the armor made Sam observe Mike. He wasn't wearing that denim jacket anymore, she wonders where he left it. Instead, he was left in this sleeveless white, also bloody, shirt that he was wearing underneath it, revealing how much time he spends in the gym. That's one thing he can commit to, maybe the only one.

The silence made Mike sigh in exasperation, the pain relievers he took could only deal with the physical pain after all. Other drugs could've solved the other kind though.

They stood like this for a while, to others, they're standing in silence, to them, it's so loud that they can't even hear the source of the noise, aka their mind, properly. They barely got any sleep except a short nap they took while waiting around for the past couple hours. The silence is far from awkward, but it made Sam courageous enough to speak. "It's not too late, you know". Mike looked at her expecting more words to come out but Sam just stood still, staring at the wall in front of them with her arms crossed. "Not too late for what?" he asks.

"To repay me," she says.

The way Sam looked at him made Mike instantly know what she was talking about. Mike would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it since that night. The tension they had together then was undeniable after all. Like a tandem. A couple of people who knew each other's mind like it was their own.

No need for spoken words if they can just know, they can just feel. Like what they're doing right now. No one spoke a word about it, but they just knew. It's like they were made for each other. No wonder all Mike's past relationships never lasted. It used to gross Sam out until that one night changed their fucking friendship.

[frogyjones-writes]

General info:

I'll only do requests that interest me this is something I do for fun in my free time so you might get an answer awhile after a submission :]

Most likely to get through headcanons/short prompts done first!

Characters I write for:

Don't be afraid to ask for a character from the same Fandom however! I'm just better with these guy's characterization :]

The Last of Us: Ellie Williams, Dina, Abby Anderson

Dead By Daylight: The Trapper (Evan MacMillan), The Nurse (Sally Smithson), Ghost Face (Danny Johnson), The Huntress (Anna), The Pig (Amanda Young), The Plauge (Adiris), The Onryō (Sadako Yamamura)

Silent Hill: Lisa Garland, Maria, Mary Shepard-Sunderland, James Sunderland, Angela Orosco, Harry Mason

Misc: Sadako Yamamura (ringu), Selene (underworld), Carol Aird (Carol),

Resident Evil: Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Jill Valentine, Claire redfield (games/movies), Alice Abernathy (movies), Rebecca Chambers, Helena Harper

The Quarry: Emma Mountebank, Abigail Blyg, Kaitlyn Ka, Laura Kearney, Max Brinley, Nick Furcillio, Jacob Custos, Dylan Leviny, Ryan Erzahler

Until Dawn: Sam Giddings, Ashley Brown, Emily Davis, Jessica Riley

Life is Strange: Maxine "Max" Caufield, Chloe Price, Rachel Amber, Kate Marsh, Victoria Chase, Dana Ward

Tomb Raider: Lara Croft (better with the survivor series), Sam

Saw: Amanda Young, Adam Faulkner Stanheight, Lynn Denlon

(More to be added later!)

Do's:

Character x Reader, Character x Character, Some OC X Characters, Polyships, LGBTQ+

Heavy angst/sensitive topics

AUs and alternative settings

Accept headcanon requests for multiple characters

Dont's:

NSFW (suggestive stuff is fine but I'm not writing smut)

Incestual/pedophilic ships (yes this includes adoptive family or parental/sibling figures don't test me)

Any dead dove sort of shit

General NoNo's

Writing examples

[lefteagleblizzard]

𝔄 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢

Mike munroe x male reader

Summary: Trapped in the freezing sanatorium, Mike notices your body trembling from the cold and takes matters into his own hands-literally. His touch starts out innocent, a way to warm you up, but soon it turns into something far more heated.

Tags: Male reader. He/him pronouns are used towards the reader. Wolfie being a good boy. Mike and Jess are not together in this. Friends to lovers. Smut. Gay smut. Top Mike munroe. Bottom male reader. Anal sex.

Note: I played the original game years ago, and now that I'm playing the remake, my crush on Mike has come back. He's such a good character with amazing development. I never expected to like him this much. I'm near chapter 7 of the remake, and I'm honestly loving it.

Can also be found on wattpad and ao3

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𝔗𝔴𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯

ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲

𝔍𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔶 𝔞𝔱 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔐𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔥

The cold of the sanatorium was oppressive. It seemed to leech the warmth from the very walls, seeping into your skin and bones, making every breath feel like you were inhaling shards of ice. As you and Mike rummaged through the mess of papers and debris in the dim, decaying room, the chill became impossible to ignore.

You had been at this for what felt like hours. Searching for anything, any clue, any scrap of information that could help you make sense of the nightmare you and your friends had stumbled into.

You wanted to focus. You needed to. But the cold was starting to weaken you. Your muscles ached from the effort of trying to stay warm, and despite your best attempts to keep it together, your hands were trembling as you shuffled through the scattered papers. The torn, thin jacket you'd found earlier did little to protect you, barely covering your torso, let alone insulating you from the freezing air.

Snowflakes continued to drift in from the broken windows, scattering across the dusty floor.

The place felt like a tomb. The smell of decay hung in the air, making every breath feel heavy, cold, and full of death.

Mike tried to stay focused, but even as his eyes scanned the scattered papers on the floor, his attention was pulled to you. You were over by the corner of the room, crouched low beside an old table, sifting through stacks of yellowed documents, your movements deliberate but slow. The jacket clung to you awkwardly, barely covering your arms and torso.

Even from across the room, he could hear your teeth chattering slightly, despite how hard you were trying to suppress it.

You always did that, pushing yourself even when it was clear you were struggling. Mike admired that about you, but it was also something that worried him. He knew you were trying to stay strong for him and the rest of the group, but the last thing Mike wanted was for you to get hurt or worse.

His thoughts raced, that protective instinct flaring up again. You didn't deserve this. You deserved to be somewhere warm, safe... with him.

He had been feeling that way for months now, ever since that night after he broke up with Emily. That night had changed everything for him. You were the one who stayed with him, sitting by his side, listening to him vent as he struggled to process the end of his long-term relationship.

You didn't just offer hollow platitudes; you gave him the kind of comfort and understanding he never knew he needed. He realized then, somewhere between the midnight conversation and the quiet moments of silence, that you were different. You weren't just his friend; you were the one person who made him feel like himself again.

After that night, he found himself constantly thinking about you. How easy it was to talk to you, how you made him laugh even when he felt like shit.

He'd find excuses to see you, call you up for help with college work, or invite you out for something casual. He always assumed you'd catch on quickly to his flirting, but you never did. Either he was terrible at flirting with a guy like you, or you were just completely oblivious.

Without a word, he began to unbutton his own jacket, which was far thicker and more insulated than the pathetic excuse you were wearing.

He held it out toward you.

"Here," he said simply. "Take it"

You shook your head immediately. "No. I'll be fine. You need it more than I do."

Mike narrowed his eyes, clearly not buying it. "You're freezing, man. You look like you're about to turn into an ice cube."

You tried to laugh it off, though it came out weak and unconvincing. "It's really not that bad. I can handle the cold. And it'd be selfish of me to take your jacket. There’s no way you're any warmer than I am."

With the simple tank top he was wearing underneath, now all dirty with mud and snow, it became even harder for you to stop staring at him. His muscular and strong arms drew your attention.

Mike sighed, holding the jacket out stubbornly towards you. "You're not fine. You're shaking like a leaf." He reached out, gently brushing his fingers over your arm, feeling the coldness of your skin even through the thin fabric of your jacket. "Just take it."

But you shook your head again, more firmly this time. "It wouldn't be fair," you murmured, looking down at the papers you were holding. "You need it just as much as I do. I can handle the cold. We've been through worse than this, right?"

Why couldn't you just let him take care of you for once?

"Come on," he tried again, his voice soft but insistent. "After everything we've been through tonight, hypothermia is the least of my worries. I'm not letting you freeze out here, not when I can do something about it."

You glanced up at him, your eyes softening for a moment, and for a second, Mike thought you might actually take the jacket. But then you shook your head again.

"I'll be fine, Mike."

Mike sighed heavily, his breath visible in the cold air as he ran a hand through his hair. "Damn it, you're stubborn.”

You gave him a small smile, trying to divert the conversation as you continued sorting through the papers. "I've been called worse."

Finally, with a deep sigh, Mike relented, shoving his jacket back on with a grumble.

Minutes passed in silence, the only sounds being the creak of old floorboards beneath your feet and the occasional rustle of paper. Wolfie, the wolf Mike had somehow managed to befriend, lay beside you, his fur brushing against your leg as he occasionally shifted.

Every so often, you'd reach down to scratch behind Wolfie's ears. His fur was soft under your fingertips.

You gripped the edges of the papers in your hand, hoping that somehow, just focusing on the task in front of you would make it better.

It didn't.

It was then that you noticed Mike shifting beside you and before you could react, his body was pressing up against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist in a firm but gentle hold. His warmth hit you immediately, and you couldn't stop the small gasp that escaped your lips at the sudden contrast.

"Mike?" you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper as you stiffened in surprise at the closeness.

"Relax," he murmured, his breath warm against the side of your neck. "If you won't take my jacket, I'll just have to warm you up myself." he whispered, his voice rough and low.

Your heart started to race, not just from the unexpected contact, but from the undeniable heat that surged through your body as Mike's lips brushed against the side of your neck. The sensation was electrifying, sending a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold this time.

His lips moved slowly, deliberately, trailing soft kisses down the length of your neck, each one sending a wave of heat through your body. Your body was leaning into his touch, craving more of the warmth and comfort he was offering.

This wasn't the Mike you were used to. This was something far more intimate, more personal.

"Mike... I don't..." you began, but your words trailed off as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot just below your ear, making your breath hitch in your throat.

"You don't what?" he asked softly, his hand sliding up from your waist to rest on your chest, pulling you even closer against him. "You don't want this?"

Of course you wanted it. More than anything, really. You'd been harboring feelings for Mike for so long, feelings you'd kept hidden, thinking there was no way he'd ever see you as anything more than a friend, a study partner, a background presence in his life.

But now, with his body pressed against yours and his lips trailing fire down your neck, it was clear that Mike had been seeing you in a very different light for a while.

"I didn't think..." you started, your voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't think you felt like this about me."

He hadn't planned on this happening, not exactly. But as he held you in his arms, feeling the heat of your body against his, he couldn't deny how good it felt, how right it felt to be this close to you. For years, he had pushed his feelings for you to the back of his mind, thinking it wasn't something you'd ever want. You were smart, focused, always so kind.

He pressed closer, his lips trailing lower along your collarbone, his fingers gently digging into your waist. The torn jacket you were wearing slid down slightly, giving him better access to your skin, and he took full advantage of it, kissing his way down your neck with slow, deliberate movements.

Mike's lips paused against your skin, and he pulled back, his expression soft but intense. "You really didn't notice, did you?" He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I've been trying to get you to see it for months. I thought you'd pick up on it, but... guess I'm not as smooth as I thought."

You blinked at him, your mind reeling. "You've... been trying to tell me?"

"Yeah," he admitted, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek. "I've been dropping hints since we stayed up all night after Emily and I broke up. You were there for me, man. And ever since then I just... I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"I didn't think you'd ever feel like that about me," you confessed, your voice shaky with disbelief.

Mike smiled softly, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he pulled you a little closer. "I noticed the way you looked at me," he said quietly, his breath warm against your skin. "All those times you'd stare at me, thinking I didn't see. You were so fucking adorable, but it drove me crazy."

You blinked up at him, clearly shocked by the confession. Mike chuckled softly, his lips brushing over your jawline, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your waist. "You're not that good at hiding it, you know."

Before you could respond, Mike kissed you. His lips hungry, filled with all the emotions he hadn't been able to express before. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer.

You responded almost immediately, your lips parting under his, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you pulled him closer.

Mike deepened the kiss, his hands slipping beneath your jacket, his fingers tracing the outline of your hips, your waist, your chest. His tongue dipped past your lips.

After a long moment, Mike pulled back just enough to whisper, his voice low and rough, "You're okay with this, right?"

You didn't even hesitate this time. You nodded, breathless.

Mike's grin widened, and without another word, he kissed you again, even more deeply this time. His hands moved up your sides, tugging at the edges of your jacket as he pressed you against the wall.

You pulled him closer, your hands tangling in his hair as the heat between you both grew.

Mike's lips left yours, trailing down your jaw and back to your neck, his hands roaming your body as if he couldn't get enough of you. Your breath coming in shallow gasps as he kissed his way down to your collarbone, his grip on your waist tightening.

You wanted more, needed more, and judging by the way Mike was holding you with his erection pressing insistently against you, he felt the same.

He pulled back slightly, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he glanced over at Wolfie, who had been lying quietly in the corner of the room.

He bent down, ruffling the fur of the wolf who had been sitting quietly in the corner of the room. "Go on, buddy," Mike whispered. "Follow me for a second."

The wolf trotted after Mike as he stepped out of the room, leaving you alone for a few moments, heart still racing. You could hear him talking softly to Wolfie just outside the door, something about how you were "the guy" he'd told the wolf about before.

When Mike came back into the room, locking the door behind him, the intensity in his eyes made your pulse quicken even more.

Without wasting another second, Mike crossed the room in a few quick strides and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you into a deep, hungry kiss. His lips were insistent, full of desire, and you couldn't help but melt into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him back with just as much need.

Mike's hands roamed over your body, gripping your hips, pulling you closer. His tongue teased at your lips before slipping into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

He broke the kiss just long enough to mutter, "God, I've wanted you for so long."

Then, his lips were on yours again. His hands gripping you even tighter, pressing you against the nearest wall as his mouth trailed down your neck, nipping and biting at the sensitive skin there.

His hands were on you, pulling at your clothes, lowering them to expose just what was needed with an almost frantic urgency, before he gripped your ass, his fingers digging into the soft skin with a possessive intensity as he lifted you slightly, pressing his body against your.

"Relax," Mike whispered, his voice low and commanding as his fingers trailed down, teasingly brushing against your entrance. "Let me take care of you."

He teased you for a moment, his fingers gently exploring before he slowly pushed one inside, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You're so fucking tight," he groaned, his voice low and gravelly.

He moved his finger slowly at first, watching your face for every reaction, but as you relaxed into his touch, he added another finger, stretching you carefully.

Mike's other hand reached up to cup your face, his thumb brushing gently over your cheek as he leaned in to kiss you again, this time slower, more tender.

By the time Mike pulled his fingers out of you, you were trembling with anticipation, your body aching for him.

You heard the rustle of fabric as he undid his pants, and then you felt the tip of his hard cock rubbing against your thigh.

"Ready for me?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

You could barely nod, your entire body trembling with need. Mike lined himself up, his hands gripping your hips firmly, and then, with one slow, steady thrust, he pushed inside.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain as he stretched you, filled you completely. He moved slowly at first, watching your face for any sign of discomfort, but all you could do was moan softly, your hands clutching at his shoulders.

"You're perfect," Mike groaned as he began to move, his hips moving with slow, deliberate motions. "You feel so fucking good."

Mike's hands were everywhere, gripping your hips, sliding up your chest, cupping your face as he kissed you hungrily. His cock filled you completely, each slow thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body.

His hands moved lower, his fingers finding their way between your legs as he stroked you in time with his thrusts.

The more his pace picked up, the more his movements became rougher, more desperate. He kissed you again, biting at your lips, your neck, his hands gripping your ass tightly as he pulled you closer with each thrust.

"Fuck," Mike groaned, his voice low and husky. His soft grunts filling the cold room as he moved inside you.

The pleasure built to an unbearable peak as his thrusts became faster, harder. You could feel the heat spreading through your body, your muscles tensing as you teetered on the edge.

And then, with one final, deep thrust, Mike groaned loudly, his hands gripping you tightly as he came, his cock pulsing inside you. The sensation sent you over the edge as well, and you cried out as your own orgasm ripped through you, your voice muffled against his neck.

After a few moments of catching your breath and letting the weight of everything settle in, Mike pressed another soft kiss to your forehead before pulling away slightly, his hands lingering on your hips. You could see the satisfied smile tugging at his lips, that playful, cocky expression you had grown so used to over the years. He gave you a wink before straightening up, pulling his pants back up and adjusting himself as if nothing had happened.

You followed suit, your body still buzzing with the aftermath. There was something so surreal about it all. Being here, with Mike Munroe, of all people. You had known him for years, but you had never imagined things would end up like this.

Once you were both dressed and more or less presentable, Mike walked over to the door, unlocking it with a soft click.

"Ready to face Wolfie again? He might be a little upset that we kicked him out." He glanced back at you, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, before swinging the door open.

Outside, Wolfie was sprawled out across the floor, his furry body taking up most of the tight hallway. The wolf's ears twitched at the sound of the door opening, and he turned his head to glance at the two of you. His golden eyes scanned you two and then, with what could only be described as a huff, he plopped his head back down onto the floor, letting out a long sigh as if he had been deeply offended by the delay.

"Is he pouting?" you asked, incredulous.

Mike smirked, clearly amused by the wolf's behavior. "What? You jealous, buddy?" he teased as he crouched down beside Wolfie. The wolf, still looking somewhat begrudging, turned his head away, as if refusing to acknowledge Mike.

Mike reached out, scratching Wolfie behind the ears, his voice dropping into a low, playful tone. "Come on, don't be mad. I was just doing my part to keep him warm. You know how cold it is here."

You watched as Wolfie's resolve began to crumble under Mike's touch, his tail thumping softly against the floor as Mike scratched behind his ears. Mike chuckled, his cocky grin growing wider. "See? I warmed him up real good. All thanks to me."

Wolfie responded with a soft growl. He finally turned his head back toward Mike and he ruffled his fur, looking pleased with himself.

"Yeah, yeah," you said, rolling your eyes but unable to stop the smile from spreading across your face.

Mike stood up, shooting you a wink as he slung his arm around your shoulder. "Damn right, I did." He leaned in to press a soft, quick kiss to your lips.

Together, you and Mike walked down the hallway, Wolfie trotting along beside you. And as Mike gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, you couldn't help but feel grateful that, through all the chaos and terror of the night, you had found someone worth fighting for.

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until dawn. the walking dead. ship connections wanted.

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