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cenomatic · 29 days ago
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lefteagleblizzard · 14 days ago
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𝔗𝔴𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯
Mike munroe x male reader
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Summary: Two broken souls find solace in each other's arms. Two strangers in a support group, both scarred by their own demons. What started as shared vulnerability ignited into an electric connection, a fierce bond where Mike's protective instincts soon led to a heated desire neither of them could deny.
Requested from a really nice person here on tumblr. Hope you like it and sorry if i went overboard with your request <3
Tags: post event of Until Dawn. Everyone survived or Mike solo survivor, whichever one you prefer. Male reader. He/him pronouns are used towards the reader. Mike and Jess are not together in this. Strangers to lovers. Scene of panic attack. Smut. Gay smut. Top Mike munroe. Bottom male reader. Riding. Anal sex.
Words count: 5000
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𝔍𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔶 𝔞𝔱 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔐𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫
𝔄 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢
ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔥
The room was quiet, the chairs were arranged neatly, giving an artificial sense of order to a room filled with emotional chaos and instability. The support group had just begun and already the air felt thick with vulnerability.
Mike Munroe sat toward the back, slouched slightly in his chair as if he didn't want to be noticed. His fingers tapped lightly on his knee, a nervous habit. He'd been to a few of these meetings now, always trying to blend in, hoping no one would ask too much of him. Sitting in this room surrounded by strangers, he was supposed to feel like he belonged, but he felt anything. He shifted in his seat, glancing around the circle, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone who looked too open, too eager to share.
Then his eyes landed on you.
Sitting a few seats away, you were quiet, withdrawn. You didn't seem to be paying attention to the group as much as you were lost in your own thoughts. Mike watched you for a second longer than he should have, curiosity tugging at the edges of his mind.
You looked familiar. Mike squinted subtly, trying to place where he'd seen you before. Classes? Maybe you shared a course or passed each other in the hallways. It was hard to say, but Mike couldn't deny the instant spark of recognition.
He had definitely seen you around.
The more he looked, the more he noticed how cute you looked. Your quite demeanor only made him more curious, especially since you hadn't spoken yet.
There was a vulnerability that mirrored Mike's own in some ways. You were trying to hide in plain sight, much like Mike had been doing. He couldn't shake the feeling that whatever had brought you here had left deep, unhealed wounds.
He didn't want to be another tragic figure, another story that people pitied. And yet, when he looked your way, there was something in your expression, a quiet strength that made him think you'd understand without judgment. His restlessness would ease just slightly when his eyes met yours, almost like it grounded him, bringing him out of his own thoughts
His thoughts drifted as he continued to sneak glances. He recalled seeing you once in the hallway between classes, maybe in a shared lecture hall, and he remembered thinking even then that there was something captivating about you.
Mike looked away quickly when you shifted in your seat, almost catching him staring. He wasn't here to be checking people out or getting distracted, but he couldn't help it. The way you sat quietly, as if trying to make yourself small, avoiding attention... it tugged at his protective instincts, the same ones that had kicked in back on Blackwood Mountain when everything had gone to hell.
The meeting was now over and chairs scraped against the floor as people stood up one by one, eager to escape back into their own lives.
You started gathering your things and as you glanced toward the door, you noticed Mike Munroe lingering by the exit. Your heart thudded lightly in your chest when he made eye contact with you, this time more intentional than the fleeting glances from earlier you noticed
There was something deliberate about the way he stood, hands shoved into his pockets.
He found himself hesitating for once. He usually bolted out of these things as quickly as possible. He watched you gather your things, preparing to leave, and Mike felt a strange pull to go talk to you.
His gaze flickers between you and the exit, caught in a moment of indecision.
Leave. Walk out now and avoid the vulnerability that talking to you would require. It's safe; it keeps him protected, doesn't risk exposing himself to someone he's only just met.
Take the chance. Go over and talk to you, risk the walls he's built around himself, and maybe find a connection that makes him feel whole again.
He takes a breath, steadying himself. And in a single, decisive moment, he makes his choice.
Take the chance.
A subtle shimmer appears, almost like a fleeting trick of light. A faint ripple in the air, the delicate flap of a butterfly's wings echoing outward.
ℬ𝓊𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇𝒻𝓁𝓎 ℯ𝒻𝒻ℯ𝒸𝓉 𝓊𝓅𝒹𝒶𝓉ℯ𝒹
His heart pounded as he walked towards you, mentally rehearsing what to say. 'Hey, I've seen you around before' No, that sounded too stalker-ish. 'Mind if I walk with you?' Too forward.
He's close enough that you catch the faintest hint of cologne, something warm and subtly daring, like cedar and smoke. He clears his throat lightly, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Well, that was intense," he says with a hint of playful sarcasm. "Almost feels like we deserve a medal or something, just for sitting through it."
You stifle a chuckle, feeling the tension melt a bit. "Yeah, definitely not how I'd choose to spend a Thursday night."
"Oh?" His brows lift, clearly intrigued. "And what would be your first choice for a Thursday night, then?"
"I don't know," you say, tilting your head. "Maybe something quieter... or a little less emotionally heavy."
"Quieter, huh? So no candlelit dinners or late-night rooftop stargazing?" he quips, his voice smooth and teasing. "Guess I'll have to cross those off my list."
The flirtation in his tone catches you off guard, and you glance away, feeling your cheeks warm. Mike seems to notice because he chuckles, leaning in just a fraction, his voice dropping lower
"I noticed you," You said, your voice tentative, testing the waters. "I've seen you around at Westgate. You're kind of well-known."
Mike's smirk grew a little wider, and he tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing playfully. "So you've been checking me out, huh?"
You blinked, caught off guard by the directness of Mike's question, but before you could respond, Mike laughed lightly, clearly enjoying his own teasing. "I'm kidding," Mike said, though the playful glint in his eyes remained. "But now I'm curious... What've you heard?"
"I've heard some things," you said vaguely, trying to stay neutral. "People talk."
Mike raised an eyebrow, his smirk softening into something more thoughtful. "Yeah, people do love to talk," he said, a hint of bitterness creeping into his tone. "But most of it's bullshit. People don't know what happened. They just make up their own stories."
Your expression softened, sensing the change in Mike's tone. "Yeah, I get that," you said quietly. "People don't know the full story."
Mike glanced at you then, his eyes lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "Exactly," he said softly, his voice dropping slightly. "Not the kind of reputation I ever wanted, though."
There was a beat of silence between you two. You understood the need to avoid delving too deep into things that hurt, offering Mike an understanding look.
Mike caught the expression and quickly shifted the tone again, this time with a playful glint in his eyes. "But hey, I guess I'm kind of a big deal now, huh? Maybe I'll start signing autographs."
You couldn't help but laugh softly, shaking your head. "I'm sure people would line up for that."
Mike took a small step closer, his voice dropping just a little. "Would you?"
Mike's gaze lingered on your face for a bit too long, and for a moment, neither of you moved.
Your heart skipped a beat, unsure whether it was the intensity of Mike's stare or the fact that you felt seen in a way you hadn't expected.
Mike broke the moment with a soft chuckle, glancing down at his feet as if trying to shake off whatever had just passed between them. "Look," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "I'm not great at talking about this stuff, but it'd be good to have someone who gets it, you know? Like having each other's back or something."
There was a vulnerability there, hidden beneath the casual and confident tone, and you found yourself nodding before you even realized it.
"Yeah," You agreed. "That sounds good."
Mike pulled out his phone, his fingers tapping quickly before he handed it over. "Here, give me your number. That way, you can hit me up if you ever need."
You hesitated for just a second before taking the phone, feeling the warmth of Mike's hand as your fingers brushed. You quickly entered your number and handed the phone back.
"Cool," Mike said, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "I'll text you later. You know, just to make sure you didn't give me a fake number or something."
You laughed again, the tension easing. "Yeah, I wouldn't want you thinking I was trying to ditch you."
Mike's grin widened, and for a moment, it felt like something was going to happen, something more than just words. But then Mike took a step back, his eyes still lingering on your face as he turned to leave.
The moment you stepped into your dorm, your phone buzzed eagerly in your pocket. Pulling it out, you saw Mike's name flashing on the screen. A grin spread across your face as you swiped to open the message.
Just making sure you didn't give me a fake number ;)
Day 1
Mike [9:35 PM]: Hey. Just making sure you didn't disappear on me after last night. Survived the rest of the day?
You [9:37 PM]: Barely but I’m still here. Didn’t think you’d notice.
Mike [9:40 PM]: Hard not to when you're the most interesting person in the room.
You [9:42 PM]: Pretty sure there were more interesting people there.
Mike [9:45 PM]: Nah, they were all talking about their problems. You? You're like a mystery I wanna figure out.
You [9:46 PM]: That's one way to get someone's number. Smooth, Munroe.
Day 5
Mike [11:22 PM): Do you ever feel like people are waiting for you to act a certain way? Like, they've already decided who you are?
You [11:25 PM]: Sometimes. People can be ruthless. You wanna talk about it?
Mike (11:30 PM]: It's weird. After Blackwood, everyone wants to know what happened but they don't really care, you know? They just want the story. I'm just someone who survived. It's not something I like thinking about.
You [11:35 PM): Yeah, I get that. People don't see what's underneath. They just want to know the stuff to discuss with others. It's tough. But you don't have to share that with everyone. You don't owe anyone anything. I'm sorry you feel this way, Mike.
Mike [11:37 PM]: Nah, don't be. I don't talk about it much, you know? But it helps. With you.
You [11:40 PM]: I'm glad I can help
Mike [11:41 PM]: You're the only one who doesn't see me as that guy from Blackwood Mountain.
You [11:41 PM]: You're just Mike to me.
Mike [11:42 PM]: that's why I like talking to you.
Day 7
Mike [6:05 PM): What're you up to?
You [6:10 PM]: Studying. You?
Mike [6:12 PM]: Thinking about how I hate that you're busy with something boring like that. We should hang out instead.
You [6:10 PM]: I've got an exam. Hanging out might have to wait
Mike [6:13 PM]: Exams are overrated I'm more fun anyway.
You [6:15 PM]: Flattery's not gonna work this time.
Mike [6:17 PM]: Who said I was flattering you? I'm just saying facts. I could help you study if you want. I'm great at, uh... distractions.
You [6:20 PM]: Right, because I need more distractions.
Mike [6:22 PM]: I'm an expert in distractions. Top of my class in Avoidance 101.
You [6:22 PM]: what does the final exam for that class look like?
Mike [6:25 PM]: It's an intense, highly advanced skill. Mostly it involves terrible movies and maybe some pizza. You're up for it?
You [6:27 PM]: Maybe later.
Mike [6:28 PM]: I'll hold you to that.
Day 13
Mike (3:15 PM): You free tonight?
You [3:18 PM]: Depends on what you're offering.
Mike [3:20 PM]: A walk, a drink, maybe we'll figure the rest out later.
You [3:22 PM): Sounds like you're trying to get me in trouble.
Mike [3:25 PM]: I'm just trying to get you to spend more time with me. Trouble's optional. You'll just have to put up with my charm for the moment ;)
You [3:27 PM]: Alright. Where are we going?
Mike [3:30 PM]: You trust me to surprise you?
You [3:32 PM]: Why not?
Mike [3:32 PM]: You won't regret it.
Day 24
Mike [11:50 PM): You looked good today, btw. Saw you in the library. Hard to miss when you're looking that sharp.
You [11:55 PM]: You saw me and didn't say hi? I'm offended.
Mike [00:01 AM]: Didn't wanna distract you. But next time, I'll make sure you can't escape me.
You [00:02 AM]: having trouble sleeping?
Mike [00:03 AM]: yeah. Another nightmare.
You [00:03 AM]: Want me to come over? We can hang out. No pressure to talk.
Mike [00:04 AM]: Yeah? That'd be great, actually. I could use the company. But only if you're cool with it. I don't want to drag you into my mess.
You [00:05 AM]: I'm already in it. Don't worry, Mike. I'll be there in 15.
It had been a few weeks at this point since your first meeting and the texts between Mike and you had become part of your daily routine. They didn't always talk about serious things. Most of the time they were just quick jokes, a random comment about a class or something funny one of you had seen on campus.
There had been that one night where everything seemed to shift between you and Mike. It had started like so many other nights, with the two of you sprawled out on the bed of your dorm room watching terrible horror films from sketchy free movie sites that Mike insisted on finding. The glow of your laptop screen illuminating your faces as you both leaned against the headboard.
It had become so normal to find him here, lounging on your bed or flipping through his phone while you studied or worked on assignments. In many ways it felt like you and Mike had been sharing this room for ages.
He strode in, tossing his jacket carelessly onto the back of your chair and remaining in a simple tank top, beads of sweat still lingering on his skin from the gym as he collapsed beside you on the bed. He immediately grabbed the laptop, pulling up the website you'd found for horror movie marathons.
"You really need to cool off," you muttered, half-joking as you hugged your hoodie tighter around you, trying to find some relief from the icy draft in the room.
"if you worked out with me, you wouldn't be freezing your ass off right now."
"I told you already that this week I couldn't" your voice was muffled by your hoodie as you reminded him of the upcoming exam you had, the warmth he was giving off made it hard not to scoot just a little closer.
"You're being dramatic. It's not that cold" The muscles in his biceps shifted slightly, not in an obvious display, but more like he was just getting comfortable, adjusting his position.
"You say that because you're like a human furnace," you shot back, trying not to let your gaze linger too much on the way his muscles flexed.
The screen of your laptop brightened up as the movie began.
The two of you had started a tradition of finding the worst horror movies you could dig up online. Free ones from obscure sites that had horrendous special effects and plotlines so laughable they were almost entertaining. It was like a competition on who could find the most hilariously bad movie.
At one point, Mike had shifted closer, closing the small distance between you. His arm had slid around your waist, pulling you gently against his chest as you both lay back on the bed, the soft glow of the laptop screen casting faint shadows across the room.
The last thing you remembered was waking up the next morning. It had taken you a moment to realize where you were, your body warm and heavy with sleep, but there was a steady pressure against your back
Mike's arm had been wrapped tightly around your waist, his sturdy chest pressed firmly against your back. He's breathing deeply, a low snore rumbling now and then, the sound soft against your ear, making the tiny hairs on the back of your neck prickle.
Mike stirred when he felt you shift, his arm tightening slightly around you before he let out a sleepy mumble. "Morning... Or, uh, afternoon?"
His morning voice was deep, husky, and the warmth of it against your ear made your heart skip a beat.
You turned your head slightly to look at him. "Afternoon. You comfortable there?"
Mike grinned, his face half-buried in your pillow. "You're the best pillow I've had in a while"
"Don't get too used to it. You hog the bed"
"I can't help it if I'm big and take up space," Mike teased, finally pulling away and sitting up. He stretched, his tank top riding up slightly, revealing a sliver of toned skin.
Something soon shifted between Mike and you after that moment.
It began subtly, with Mike showing up in the hallways just before your classes, waiting for you. He'd lean casually against the wall, his cocky grin in place as soon as he spotted you walking toward him.
"There he is," Mike would say, teasingly, every single time. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me."
You'd roll your eyes, smiling despite yourself. "You've got your own classes, you know. You don't have to wait for me."
"I know," he'd reply with a shrug, falling into step beside you, "but I have my priorities straight."
And that was the start of it. Before long, it wasn't just random meet-ups between classes. Mike was always there, hovering in the hallways, waiting for you after each period.
He also loved seeing you flustered, loved the way you'd get shy whenever he said something that was just a little too bold.
His once constant texts had dwindled, but only because he was with you in person almost every day. He'd walk with you, talking nonstop about everything and nothing, making you laugh with his over-the-top stories or complaining about how much he hated certain professors. He'd check in on you between classes, finding excuses to walk you to and from the dorms or to meet up for lunch.
He was everywhere.
It became so normal this routine of walking together that you started arriving late to class more often than not. Neither of you seemed to care much about the time, too wrapped up in your conversations.
There was also a different side to Mike, one that became obvious whenever anyone else tried to get too close to you. He'd start glaring at anyone who so much as looked at you the wrong way, standing just a little too close, his expression hardening.
Sometimes it was in the quiet way he'd linger just a bit closer when people passed by or in the way his eyes scanned the crowd, arm almost always resting comfortably on your shoulder. He was always aware, always attentive
A late afternoon, the two of you were back in your dorm, this time working on Mike's classwork. He was propped up against the wall on your bed, legs stretched out casually in front of him as he flipped through his notes while you sat beside him, trying to help him with some difficult subjects from his class while you sat cross-legged near the foot of the bed, focusing on explaining a concept that clearly wasn't sticking.
You glanced over at him to see if he was even paying attention as you began your speech.
Mike gave you a lazy grin, his brown eyes half-focused on the notes and half on you, not even bothering to deny it. "I think I'm getting more distracted than enlightened right now."
You raised an eyebrow, trying not to smile. "Distracted? How hard can it be to pay attention for 5 minutes?"
"Oh, I'm paying attention," he replied smoothly, his eyes shamelessly roaming your body. "Just... maybe not to the notes"
Your cheeks flushed, and you swatted his shoulder, a half-laugh escaping you. "Keep talking like that, and I might actually make you study."
Mike leaned in even closer, his shoulder now brushing against yours. "There are other ways you could help me... without the textbooks.”
You glanced up at him, narrowing your eyes in mock suspicion. "What exactly did you have in mind?”
Mike smirked, his gaze dropping briefly to your lips before flicking back up to meet your eyes. "I'm sure I could think of a few things."
"You're hopeless," you said, though his voice was soft, not unkind.
"Hopelessly charming," Mike corrected, leaning in just enough so that your shoulders brushed again, his proximity impossible to ignore.
A sudden gust of wind rattled the windowpane, drawing both of your attention to the world outside. Snow had started to fall, tiny flakes drifting down in a serene, delicate pattern.
Mike's smile faded
His body grew still, his expression unreadable. Mike's playful energy had disappeared, replaced by something colder, more distant. His jaw tightened, the muscles in his shoulders tensed, his posture rigid as if bracing himself for something unseen.
You glanced up, your brow furrowing as you followed Mike's gaze to the window.
"Mike?" You asked softly, your voice gentle, concerned.
His gaze was still locked on the snow, his breath coming in shallow, uneven intervals.
He was back on that mountain, back in the freezing cold, back in the nightmare that had nearly destroyed him.
His hand jerks toward his left hand, gripping it tightly, pressing into the spot where two of his fingers are gone, severed by that brutal bear trap. The memory is vivid, visceral, a searing pain that haunts him, sending shockwaves through his hand as he clutches it, trying to stave off the ghostly ache. His whole body begins to shake, and you can see his chest rising and falling erratically, his breaths turning into strained gasps.
The screeching echoes of the wendigos in his head are getting louder and louder, and he can smell the stale scent of blood in the biting wind.
His hand drops to his lap, trembling violently, and he grabs the edge of the bed, his fingers digging in, his knuckles white as he grips it like it's his lifeline. "No, no, not again," he chokes out, his voice a raw whisper, barely audible
You reach out and place your hand on his shoulder, your touch firm, grounding, and his eyes flicker, focusing on you for a split second before glazing over again. His breaths are erratic, shallow and quick, and his face twists with panic as he fights to stay present, his whole body trembling. "Mike, look at me," you say, your voice steady, trying to reach through the fog of fear. "You're here. You're safe. It's just snow, nothing else."
Slowly, he seems to register your words, his gaze flickering back to you, his breathing still labored but slowing slightly as he focuses on the warmth of your hand on his arm.
"I thought I was past it," Mike admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it keeps coming back. Like I'm right there again."
He trailed off, his voice breaking slightly as the weight of it all pressed down on him.
"You're not there anymore," you said softly, your voice full of quiet reassurance. "You're here. With me."
His eyes were drawn to your lips. The way they were slightly parted, the soft flush of color there. He hadn't realized just how close you were sitting until now.
Mike's breath hitched slightly as he swallowed hard, his gaze fixated on your lips. He felt an overwhelming pull, like gravity itself was drawing him closer, and suddenly, all the fear and tension that had gripped him earlier faded into the background. His thoughts narrowed to a single focus.
Pull back. The fear of what this could mean loomed large. He could stop now, retreat to safety, and keep his heart protected.
Go for it. Take that leap into the unknown, embrace the connection forming between you, and let the moment unfold.
Mike's breath quickened as he hovered just inches from you, the world outside forgotten. In that heartbeat, he made his choice.
ℬ𝓊𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇𝒻𝓁𝓎 ℯ𝒻𝒻ℯ𝒸𝓉 𝓊𝓅𝒹𝒶𝓉ℯ𝒹
Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, Mike began to lean in, his body moving of its own accord, his instincts guiding him now. He paused for a split second, his eyes flicking up to meet yours, searching for any sign of hesitation, any signal that he should stop.
But your gaze remained steady, your eyes soft, open, and Mike took that as all the permission he needed
His lips brushed against yours, hesitant at first, testing. Then something inside Mike broke free. The kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, more demanding, as if he couldn't get close enough. His hand moved to cup the back of your neck, pulling you in, and the kiss grew rougher, needier.
Mike's other hand found its way to your waist, gripping you with a quiet desperation, his fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt. His chest pressed against yours as he angled his head, deepening the kiss even further, his lips moving with a hunger he hadn't realized he was holding back.
You leaned into Mike's touch, matching his intensity. Mike's breath hitched as his tongue slowly flicked out, teasing your bottom lip. When your lips parted slightly, giving him the invitation he was waiting for, Mike couldn't hold back the groan that escaped him.
It was a low, deep sound that rumbled in his chest, full of need and relief. His tongue slipped past your lips, moving with a slow, deliberate exploration, tasting, savoring.
His tongue moved deeper, seeking out the warmth of your mouth, exploring with a kind of roughness, a hunger that Mike couldn't quite control. He groaned again, the sound muffled by the kiss, his fingers tightening their grip on your waist as he pulled you closer.
His body was warm, solid, and you instinctively crawled into his lap, seeking the closeness that both of you seemed to need in that moment. You straddled him, your knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his thighs, your hands cradling his face. The light scruff of his beard scratched against your palms as you kept kissing him deeply.
Mike's mouth found your neck, his lips trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. His breath was hot against your throat and you tilted your head back, giving him more access. His tongue brushes lightly against your skin as his hands tightened on your hips, pulling you down harder against him.
You shifted in his lap, your movements slow and deliberate as you began to grind against him, the tension between you building with every passing second. Mike let out a low, guttural sound, his hands gripping you tighter as he moved with you, his hips rising to meet yours in a rhythm that grew more urgent by the minute.
"God," he muttered against your neck, his voice thick with need. "You feel so good.."
His hands gently rested on your ass, groping the delicate and soft flesh gently while he took off all the pieces of clothing protecting it.
He circled your hole gently before pressing his finger inside up to the second knuckle, leaning down to kiss you firmly
Working the two fingers in deeper, Mike watched for any reaction, kissing your lips over and over when you squeezed his shoulders.
Suddenly you let out a strangled cry of pleasure, hips bucking upward to press the two fingers in deeper. That was the spot you wanted. He massaged that little area over and over, biting little marks along your shoulders and upper chest.
After the third finger you were begging for more, digging your nails into Mike's shoulders and moaning against his lips.
With trembling hands, you reached down, feeling the heat of his arousal through the fabric that still separated you. The anticipation was a slow burn, an exquisite torture as you took your time, savoring the way his breath hitched, the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch.
And then, with deliberate slowness, you freed him, your hands sure and steady as you positioned yourself over him.
His gaze never left yours as you slowly sank down onto him, the feeling so overwhelming that it stole the breath from your lungs. The sensation of him filling you, stretching you, was almost too much.
A low groan rumbled from deep within his chest as he watched you. His hands moved up your back, tugging at your shirt as he pulled it over your head, discarding it onto the floor without a second thought.
You responded in kind, your hands sliding under his shirt, your fingertips brushing against the hard planes of his chest.
Mike's hands found your hips again, and this time his grip was firmer, more urgent, as he guided you to rock against him with more intensity. The friction between you was almost overwhelming, and you could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter with every movement, every touch.
His breathing was heavy, ragged, and with each thrust, a low, guttural grunt escaped his lips. He tried to lose himself in the moment, to forget the memories that haunted him.
As the intensity between you built, Mike's movements became rougher, more demanding. His hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding your movements as you rocked against him harder, faster. You could feel the heat building between you, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it was almost unbearable
Without warning, Mike grunted softly, his arms wrapping tightly around your frame as he lifted you off his lap in one smooth, fluid motion. You gasped at the sudden shift, your legs instinctively wrapping around Mike's waist as you were lifted off the bed. Mike was still fully inside you, enveloping you in a warm, secure cage formed by his strong, protective arms.
His hands gripped your thighs tightly, keeping you secure as he lowered you onto the mattress with a quiet grunt, his body hovering over yours, never once breaking their connection.
His eyes locked with yours, filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability, and he leaned down to kiss you again, his lips soft but insistent.
The moment you two were settled, Mike began to move again, his thrusts deep and powerful as he pressed your body into the mattress. His hands gripped your things firmly. He was doing everything in his power to please you, to show how much you were appreciated.
His eyes locked on yours as he leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. It was rough, desperate, filled with the same urgency that was driving Mike's movements. His tongue slid into your mouth.
Mike groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest as he continued to move, his pace quickening, his hips snapping forward with a roughness that sent waves of pleasure through your body.
His body pressed against yours, warm and solid, grounding you in the present moment.
With a final, powerful thrust, Mike let out a deep, guttural grunt, his body trembling as his release washed over him, sending shudders through his entire frame. You cried out, your own climax hitting you at the same time, the intensity of it all making your body tremble beneath Mike's.
Mike collapsed beside you, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His arm draped across your waist, pulling you close and giving you the chance to bury your face in the crook of his neck. You could feel the tension in his body slowly start to fade, his breathing evening out as he relaxed into you.
"Thank you," he whispered, his voice rough but filled with gratitude. His lips pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, his arms still wrapped tightly around you as if he couldn't bear to let go.
He shifted slightly, adjusting his position so that he could hold you more comfortably, his arms still wrapped around you protectively. His breathing slowed further, the deep, steady rhythm of someone who was finally allowing himself to drift off, to surrender to the quiet peace.
And for the first time in what felt like forever, Mike allowed himself to relax completely. There was no tension in his body now, no lingering fear or panic. He might not have been fully healed, but in this moment, he felt whole. And that was enough.
Mike let out one final, soft breath before sleep claimed him-peaceful, quiet, and free. For tonight, at least, the nightmares would stay away.
Note: If you liked this story please leave a comment, I love reading them <3.
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uptillion · 1 month ago
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Okay we got the "Josh lives" secret ending from the Remake now people are gonna find the "flamethrower guy lives" secret ending from the Remake too, right?
Right?!
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eurazba · 2 months ago
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I'm thinking of doing another tarot deck :3 This was one of the first cards I had a good idea/visual for.
Happy 9 years ✌
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That one part in Until Dawn part 2 from 49:19 to 49:35
SnapCube's Real-Time Fandub | "Until Dawn - Part 2" (2021) [YouTube]
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stargirlbryce · 26 days ago
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I tried to be good, am I no good?
Am I no good? Am I no good?
With my memory restricted to a Polaroid in evidence
I just wanted to be yours, can I be yours?
Can I be yours? Just tell me I'm yours
If I'm turning in your stomach and I'm making you feel sick
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sharkboy305 · 7 months ago
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Spent an hour making this for some reason. A duck and her ducklings
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lavenderstobins · 2 years ago
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When six teens are trapped on a remote mountain retreat and things quickly turn sinister, they start to suspect they aren't alone.
STRANGER THINGS x UNTIL DAWN
stay tuned for the fic i’m working on. eventually. it’s in the backlog i promise
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armyangxls · 5 months ago
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About me: My name is Lexi, I’m 20, Queer, Christian writer, editor, neurodivergent, chronically ill, and my pronouns are she/they
About my stories: Most of my stories are written as chronically ill gender neutral readers! And all are autistic queer plus size readers!
What I post: fandom stuff, fanfics, stories, icons, gifs, fancasts, stimboards, etc
My f/os: Tex Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Richie Kirsch, Evan Buckley, Ticci Toby, Ryan Hudson, Corey Cunningham, Henry Creel, Mike Munroe, Chris Halliwell, Gilbert Blythe, Johnny Sawyer, Cooper Adams, Herr König, Adam Maitland, Wadsworth (Clue), etc
Random favorite things: Scooby Doo, non sketchy storms, St. Augustine FL, cozy days, horror media, video games, board games, cartoons, road trips, cozy spooky media, ghosts, period media, dusk, Ghibli movies, foggy days, witchy stuff, mysteries, celestial stuff, decorations, paranormal!
Favorite aesthetics: whimsigoth, fairy Grunge, tropical girl, spooky coastal town, anything cozy or spooky!
Favorite music: Chase Atlantic, Chappell Roan, Brye, Isabel LaRosa, She Wants Revenge, BTS, TV girl, Taylor Swift, Conan Gray, Fleetwood Mac, Olivia Rodrigo, The Neighborhood, Lovelytheband, Mazzy Star, Melanie Martinez, Halsey!
Favorite YouTubers: Jake Webber, Johnnie Gilbert, Sam and Colby, Loey Lane, Trek Trendy, Jessii Vee!
Fandoms: BTS, The Vampire Diaries, Encanto, Stranger Things, DC Stargirl, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, Fear Street, Scream, The Lost Boys, Outer Banks, 9-1-1, 9-1-1 Lone Star, The Crow, Halloween, Nancy Drew, Lisa Frankenstein, House Of Wax, Pretty Little Liars, Elvis (2022), Bridgerton, Are You Afraid of The Dark?, Fate The Winx Saga, Anne of Green Gables (1985-), Riverdale, The Maze Runner, Creepypasta, Marble Hornets, American Horror Story & Stories, Harry Potter (anti JKR), Fantastic Beasts, Scream TV Series, Charmed, Dead By Daylight, My Babysitter’s A Vampire, Sense and Sensibility, I Am Not Okay With This, Love Victor, It (2017), Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, The Strangers Prey at Night, Rizzoli And Isles, Texas Chainsaw Massacre game, Five Nights At Freddy's, Abigail, Trap, Beetlejuice, etc
Social Medias: @btsarmygirl417 Edit Instagram TikTok @starry-ghost-tour my reblog account @whimsyspookyloves my f/o account
Playlist: Character playlists Part Two Monthly Playlist
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taygra5shaon · 8 months ago
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🎨OPEN COMMISSIONS!🎨
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if would like a request, please send me a description of your OC or favorite character!! References and pictures are required (all tipe of sketches are greatly appreciated)
WHAT I WILL ACCEPT:
💗OCs
💗FanArt
💗Anime and Comics
💗Creatures of all kind
💗Furry
💗Transformers and robots
💗Romantic scenes
💗Gore and Monsters
💗Mermaids and Sirens
WHAT I WILL NOT ACCEPT:
🖤Genitals
🖤Anything sexually explicit
🖤Realistic portrait
🖤Heavy violence (or Tumblr will censure me...)
💖THINGS I WOULD LOVE TO DRAW💖
BALDUR'S GATE 3
BATMAN
INKHEART trilogy
STAR WARS and THE MANDALORIAN
Lord of the Rings / The Hobbit
Queen and Labyrinth
Resident Evil
The Dark Pictures anthology
Until Dawn and Quarry
Good Omens
Marvel and DC
Stranger Things
Harry Potter
The Last of Us
The Walking Dead
The Witcher
Dirk Gently
Mystery Skulls Animations
GHIBLI
Drawing will take some time, don't despair if i dont answer or post quickly. I'll try my best to finish all!
PAYEMENT INFO
-Payment on Paypal, Bancontact or Maestro
-Payment is required upfront
-Art for NO commercial purposes
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swinglifeaway19 · 2 months ago
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Roleplay Partner Search
Hi there! 
My friends call me Sammy. I've been roleplaying for roughly fifteen years, started on Quizilla ( rip ) and have been writing ever since. I work a full time job, Monday - Friday that takes up the most of my time during the week. Weekends are spent with my boyfriend and friends.Most of my roleplay responses will be weekday evenings & Sunday nights. I'm available most of the time to chitchat or headcanon if that's your jam. I love making friends with my writing partners. Communication is key. 
18+ Please. Am adult. Children stay away. 
Probably over Discord? Unless you have a better suggestion. PM me and we can discuss. 
Doubling friendly and doubling encouraged.   I always play a female oc and a character of your choosing. If you want canon ships for your side, cool. I dont mind. You have an oc that you want to pair with a canon character? Even better. Tell me everything.  
Length. The longer the reply,  the longer it takes for me to reply. I dont really have a length limit, I can match whatever you throw at me, but I'd rather have a shorter reply full of meaningful sentences that move the roleplay along than a long reply full of fluff, ya know? 
Plot > Smut. I dont mind smut, I just need it to not be the sole focus. 
Its been forever since I've made one of  these so I'm probably forgetting something. If you have questions/comments/concerns, feel free to shoot me a message. 
Below are fandoms I'm currently looking for. Bold is who I would like to play against. Italics are characters I'm comfortable playing ( some fandoms have a crap load of characters, if you dont see someone you want in italics, please just ask if I can play them. More often than not, it's a yes). 
A Court of Thorns and Roses series - Completed( Lucien Vanserra, Eris Vanserra, Azriel) [ Azriel, Cassian, Rhysand , Eris Vanserra, Tarquin, ask for more ]
ACOTAR x Throne of Glass Crossover - I would kill to play the child of Manorian, pairing them off with Elucien child. Plot with me pleeeeeeeeease. 
Stephen King's It - Novel, TV Ministries, Chapter 1 & 2 Completed. highly prefer to rp when they are adults, though we can flashback/headcanon platonic moments from when they were kids. ( Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon )[ Any of the Losers ]
One Piece - Live Action. Through Zouin Anime ( Roranoa  Zoro. Trafalgar D Water Law. Vinsmoke Sanji )[ Any Straw Hat, Buggy, Mihawk, Shanks, theres a lot of characters so ask ]
Yu Yu Hakusho - Anime Completed. ( Kurama, Hiei, Yusuke )[ Kurama, Hiei, Yusuke, Kuwabara. Ask about anyone else but willing to try ] 
Stranger Things - Caught up. ( Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Steven Harrington ) [Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Jim Hopper ]
Hunger Games - Original Trilogy Novels & Movies Completed. Willing to do original plot. ( Peeta Mellark, Finnick Odair )[ Mostly anyone save for Snow ]
Teen Wolf ( Theo Raeken, Isaac Lahey, Stiles Stilinski )[ mostly anyone ]
Until Dawn ( Mike Munroe, male oc )[ anyone ]
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murkyhazed · 6 days ago
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#MURKYHAZED:  an independent, private, highly selective multi-fandom multimuse with a variety of characters from film, television, games and more.  created by stephanie.  this blog contains material that may not be suitable for all viewers.  viewer discretion is advised. ©
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uptillion · 5 months ago
Conversation
Josh: Murder wasn’t on today’s agenda.
Mike: It’s not on anyone’s.
Flamethrower Guy: No, it’s on mine, just not until next Thursday.
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stirfry333 · 3 months ago
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everyday im devastated that i'll never know what its like to have a boner pls i need to know
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darlingpoetry · 7 months ago
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ᵀʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵐʸ ᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᵇˡᵒᵍ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ˡⁱᵗᵉʳᵃᵗᵉ ʳᵒˡᵉᵖˡᵃʸ ᵖᵃʳᵗⁿᵉʳˢ ᵒⁿ ᵈⁱˢᶜᵒʳᵈ. ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵃ ²¹⁺ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵒⁿˡʸ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ¹⁸⁺. ᴼⁿ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᵐʸ ᵐᵘˢᵉ ˡⁱˢᵗˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵍᵘⁱᵈᵉˡⁱⁿᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ᵃˢᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ˢᶜᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵒᵛᵉʳ.
ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵐʸ ᵒʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡ ᵐᵘˢᵉˢ ʰᵉʳᵉ.
ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵐʸ ᶠᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ᵐᵘˢᵉˢ ʰᵉʳᵉ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ⁱⁿᶜˡᵘᵈᵉ ᵐᵃʳᵛᵉˡ, ᵈᶜ ᶜᵒᵐⁱᶜˢ, ˢᵗʳᵃⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵘᵐᵇʳᵉˡˡᵃ ᵃᶜᵃᵈᵉᵐʸ, ᵗʷⁱˡⁱᵍʰᵗ, ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵘⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵍᵃᵐᵉˢ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵐⁱˢᶜᵉˡˡᵃⁿᵉᵒᵘˢ ᶠⁱˡᵐˢ, ᵗᵛ ˢʰᵒʷˢ, ᵒʳ ᵛⁱᵈᵉᵒ ᵍᵃᵐᵉˢ.
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mountainashes · 6 months ago
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Josh villianising the Stranger in Rush of Blood is so interesting because like. Yeah it could easily fall under Josh's seeming wariness and outright fear of other guys (which based off the fact the only enemies based off actual characters are all the male ones) but I think it probably goes farther than just that considering that the final boss Josh fights has the Stranger's face. If it was based off of what he fears or hates the MOST, it'd have likely been himself in the form of the killer. Instead it's just some guy he doesn't know aside from being a dead body in the mines with him.
It makes me think that actually, Josh wasn't necessarily any more afraid of this guy than any of the others, but was instead villianising this random man as a coping mechanism as he began to realise what he would have to do to survive.
It's a slight progression, too. Josh starts off by making the Stranger a therapist (something he clearly felt a bit sensitive about and maybe a little intimated by, especially after his hallucinations of Dr. Hill) as well as making up the whole character of the Circus Ringleader in this whole 'freakshow' of a situation he's conjured in his mind. (a place that reflects how he feared being percieved by others, he clearly thought quite poorly of his own mental state). As well as all that, he gave the Stranger the same treatment as some of his friends, percieving him as a more obvious threat to his life throughout the whole game. And it'd appear that when these things don't work, he literally makes the Devil out of this guy in a last ditch effort to make what he HAS to do at all easier.
So long story short I don't think Josh particularly disliked or feared the Stranger specifically, and that his consistent villianisation of him was to try to absolve the guilt that would come with eating him.
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