#chris hartley mention

[rosiebarksstuff]

NGHHHH

Josh fucking in you in doggy reeeeaaal deep, thrusts hitting that lovely spot inside you that makes your body feel warm all overand your brain like mush.

You don't even register the door opening, you just notice Josh's thrusts becoming slower and slightly harder, making your body jolt as you feel his tip kiss your cervix. All that pours out of your mouth is whines and messy moans.

You can feel him spreading your legs a little more, squeezing your ass and spreading the globes apart just to watch it bounce back into place.

It feels like he's putting on a show, you don't get why, or for who, until you hear:

"You gonna join or what Cochise?"

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[theautismincarnate]

My pronouns are “they” but not “them.”

because I’ll never be them… 😔

What a cruel world we live in…

[midnightdemonhunter]

my death could be the holiest thing you've ever seen

[hiirakiri]

Happy holidays to @not-your-bro!! I was your @untildawn-secretsanta this year and I had SO much fun writing this fanficiton for you! It's primarily climbing class, with a bit of jemily on the side, and also Josh and Jess being besties<3

No one should get that close

I want your spine here / attach it to me “Oh look, a mistletoe,” Josh says in a deadpan tone. – “How did that get there? Oh well, wouldn’t want it to go to waste. Incentive, and all that jazz.”

Link to ao3!

[youdisgust]

I'd love some spicy smut with Dom!Chris x fem reader? from UNTIL DAWN.

I so secretly think he could be such a freak when no one is looking 😖

maybe like headcanons or a full smut whatever you want!

Four Minutes

Who: chris hartley x fem!reader

Tags: nsfw, 7 minutes in heaven, oral m!receiving, dom!chris, alc*hol consumption, not underage, i don't think. (I googled the legal drinking age in canada in 2014....)

WC: 631

A/N: took a few days to because i wanted to have everything in the drafts so i don't have to write for a few days. hope you like it!

Background Info: imagine the entire plot of until dawn didn't happen and everyone went to college. ashley doesn't have feelings for chris, she just thinks he's cute.

this post is nsfw. If you’re underage or uncomfortable with nsfw content, please dni.

You never expected to end up in a closet with your high school crush. Josh planned a "celebratory party” at the lodge to congratulate everyone on their college acceptances. Seemed harmless enough- friends, drinks, hanging out.

You hadn't anticipated how much everyone would drink. 

Josh suggested spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven; Emily decided we should just combine the two. You weren't keen on the idea of participating in these childish high school games, but the booze got to your head. Before you knew it, the bottle landed on you and Chris.

Jess and Ashley snickered, earning an annoyed glance from you. They knew about your feelings for Chris, they’ve been begging you to act since junior year, but fear held you back.

 "After you, Casanova," Josh nudged Chris, playfully pushing you both into the closet. "You're such a dick," you playfully slapped his hand as the group chuckled. He winked and slammed the door. You were pressed close, his warmth making you blush. Luckily, the darkness hid your reaction.

"You're shaking," he said, his voice startling you. You hadn't realized how close he was until his breath hit your face.

“Oh, ‘m sorry, just nervous," he chuckled, leaning in to whisper, "A little birdie told me you have feelings for me... were they bluffing?" Humiliation and anger froze you. You were going to beat Jess’s ass.

"I don't know what they're talking about," you stammered, your face flushing. You were grateful for the darkness. "Oh, that's a shame; I was hoping we could have some fun... Oh well."

 "Six minutes left, lovebirds," Mike yelled from a distance. 

What the hell was he talking about? "What were you hoping for?" you blurted, surprised by the flirtatious tone of your own voice.

"Let me show you..." His lips found yours. You kissed him back instantly, guiding his hands to your waist. He squeezed tightly, your fingers tangling in his hair as you ground against his growing bulge, eliciting a low groan.

You smile against his lips, then trail down his neck. Suddenly, you're on your knees, undoing his belt. He grips your hair, urging you on. "Better hurry, pretty thing, we don't have much time."

Pulling down his Under Armour boxers, you reveal his fully erect 6.7-inch length. Not a single hair is visible except for his happy trail. You've always appreciated a clean-cut man.

You grasp his dick in your hand, spit, and begin pumping up and down. He gently nudges your head down, silently pleading with you to use your mouth. 

"Four minutes," Matt calls out. They bicker about which movie to put on, and you're amazed they even remembered you were in the closet, given how drunk they were. You lick a vein before taking him fully, gagging slightly as his hips thrust involuntarily. He guides your head, soft moans leaving his lips as you bob.

"So fuckin’ good," he whispered. You could feel his cock twitch in your throat, causing your eyes to water. "Gonna cum, fuck you're so beautiful. I've always liked you. I should've said something sooner." His words made your panties dampen with desire.

You pull his dick from your mouth, starting to suck and tease his tip. He gasps, forcing your head down. His warm release spills down your throat. You swallow gratefully, then stand, coughing. It was a bit of an ego boost, making him cum in three minutes, but you won't think much of it given the circumstances.

"One minute!" Josh bangs on the door, startling you both. Chris pulls you close, kissing you deeply. You can taste the alcohol. His tongue danced with yours before you broke apart, a string of spit leaving your lips. 

Leaning in, he whispered, "You should come to my room tonight, after everyone's asleep."

[wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee28374728]

Until Dawn dead by daylight headcannons:

Not like if they were in dbd. Like if they all played dbd, how they would play, who would they main, etc.

Sam:

Either a Meg or Jill main for survivor

Likes sprint burst waaaaay to much and doesn’t understand how annoying it is

For this reason, on the rare occasion she plays killer, she mains either legion, hillbilly or blight

Definitely a survivor main

Chris

He has two loadouts. Friendly ghostface and Ace who throws the whole game to use pebble on the killer

The most obnoxious and colorful outfits on survivor and the wassssupp ghostface

Plays 200% more around new chapters and events

Loves the modifiers

Ashley

Incompetent but well meaning Steve main

Is really trying her best

The builds don’t make sense

Never advanced past trapper. Tried hillbilly once but can’t control the chainsaw

Josh

Also plays meme builds like Chris, but there’s also a 40% chance he’ll play the most cracked, insane build he can come up with.

Gives hatch to the last survivor as killer

Will loop for 5 gens if you give him a chance

Plays Myers as killer and Zarina as survivor

Loves boons and hexes and scourge hooks

Streams most of his games

Mike

Biggest no mither enjoyer

Plays the tough licensed survivors like Ash and Chris and Bill

Bad deathslinger player, but it's the only killer he’ll play because he wants to have a gun

Loves flash bang and blast mine

Jess

Mains Kate for the most innocent reasons, and tries to dress the character to match her own outfits

Kind of a baby survivor, crouches around the map and drops god pallet before the first gen

A shockingly good killer player on the occasion that she plays killer, and usually plays huntress, hag or plague

Emily

The meanest nurse main you’ve ever encountered

Only plays survivor when she has to because she hates dealing with solo queue survivors and none of the others will play with her anymore

Toxic Nea when forced to play survivor

Matt

David or Jake main

He likes side objectives; totems, chests, the turrets for xenomorph and vecna's chests and sadako's tvs

Anything but gens, it's too boring

Doesn't play much killer so when he does it's one of the base game 3

Hannah

Unironic spirit main

Most altruistic claudette player

Only brings medkits

Deliverance bcs she's always rescuing everyone anyways

Beth

If she doesn’t stream it did it really happen?

Mikaela main or just whatever killer came out more recently, but she’s partial to licensed killers, specifically odd ones like chucky

Her and josh crash and or sabotage and or feature on each other’s streams

Dr. Hill

Doesn’t play the game at all, but knows a shocking amount of lore from listening to everyone talk about it

Probably knows more than anyone else but it surprises them all when he randomly pipes up and corrects someone

Flamethrower Guy

What is this shit and why does he have to be part of it?

Literally just goes afk and hopes for the best

Everyone thinks he’s a basement bubba, but he never does anything at all and the game lasts almost an hour because they’re still trying to avoid him unnecessarily

Playing survivor with him is the prime example of a solo queue nightmare

[empathiie]

@devilsmenu | Hannah & Chris.

"Chris!" Hannah grins at the sight of her old friend. She didn't blame him for anything that happened that night -- he (and Josh) were too drunk to know what was going on. "How have you been?!"

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hanging Onto Humanity | Chris Hartley + Wendigo!Reader

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Note: This is a revision of an Until Dawn fic I wrote back in 2016 on DeviantArt. Felt like it could use some improvements and changes. The original is still on my page so if y'all wanna read my 16 year old-self's writing be my guest.

Anyways enjoy Wendigo!Reader encountering Chris while still retaining their humanity and him recognizing them in a moment of despair.

Spoilers for one of Ashley's deaths

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'It's not her. It's not her. It's not-'

Hannah's shrill scream overshadowed Ashley's own cries of shock as the wendigo sprung up from the trapdoor, having caught her completely off-guard.

Before the poor girl could react, her head was caught between two large hands that twisted her neck, a sickening and squeamish crack following suit. Her now lifeless body dropped to the floor, head landing beside it with a splat and her eyes losing whatever light remained in them.

Within the shadows of the mines, you could only watch in sadness as her corpse was dragged beneath the door, to where Hannah could feast on her newly-obtained prey without disruption.

Fortunately, she wasn't aware of your presence at the moment.

At least she granted Ashley a quick demise, but you wish it didn't have to come to this.

Because both of them used to be your friends..

Somehow, the wendigo's curse had all but corrupted your humane side. While the hunger was constantly present, and you could no longer speak like a normal person...you refused to kill any of the group members who returned to the lodge. Instead you've been observing them quietly, with none of them ever noticing.

You don't know why they came back to these mountains; this horrible place where Hannah and Beth met their fates that cold winter night.

Part of you recalls chasing after them through the blinding snow, only to become horribly lost and unable to find your way back. Not to mention something was stalking you, pushing you further into the surrounding woods. At the time you were certain it was a wolf, but now you knew it very much wasn't.

Then you remember nearly starving to death, eventually coming across the flesh of something--or rather someone. You didn't know who it belonged to, but you found yourself craving more and more until there was nothing but bones left.

Next thing you knew, you've become this horrible beast. A violent creature of the cold who only knew hunger, becoming acquainted with the ones who met similar fates in a mining incident ages ago.

But unlike them (and Hannah, who ended up being possessed by the dominant wendigo spirit), you tried to sustain your endless appetite through raw animal meat, opting to hunt the local deer. If you felt like eating a small snack, you'd find a squirrel or bird instead.

The curse didn't keep a strong hold on you, which is why you're able to lurk around your old group of friends with easy restraint, unwilling to hurt any of them.

They must have known you went missing, too, but obviously couldn't recognize you nor Hannah anymore. To them, you were just monsters who struck when they least expected it, moving at inhumane speeds and manipulating them in horrible ways to make them your prey.

One such example was Hannah imitating Jessica's voice, which Ashley unfortunately fell for. And now she was doing it again to lure somebody else.

Dropping down from the ceiling, you wandered over to the cellar to shut her up for good....when something soft brushed against your foot, making you look down in curiosity.

And you froze.

It was Ashley's red and pink beanie, stained in blood.

Fresh blood...human blood-

'No...I can't..' Hissing, you looked the other way, but your pale eyes eventually wandered back to the hat. The urge had passed, thank goodness, allowing you to crouch down and pick it up.

Aside from blood's stickiness, you could also feel its softness between your long claws, a hazy yet fond memory coming to the forefront of your mind:

A small birthday party, with you, Ashley, Chris, and the others hanging out at the lodge--where you gifted her this exact beanie.

She always whined about her ears getting cold, and after you shopped around the mall, you found it for her, seeing that it practically had her name written all over it. And sure enough, she loved it to death, wearing all the time during the cold season.

You'd never expect it to come back into your possession like this.

Now it was nothing more than something to remember her by, as she was gone forever.

'I'm sorry, Ash...' You clutched the beanie with remorse, wondering what to do next-

"I'm coming, hold on! I'm coming."

Hearing the voice of Chris, you dropped it out of instinct and darted back into the shadows, realizing he was the one unknowingly answering Hannah's call.

That's right.

You forgot all about him.

You had nowhere else to go, and you didn't want him getting the wrong idea, so you stayed as quiet as possible.

Through thermal vision, you saw his form limping into the small room, possibly looking for his friend--or rather his crush.

You faintly remember all the years you, Sam, and Josh spent teasing Chris over it, wondering when he'll finally grow a pair and ask Ashley out. The three of you were certain it'll come any day, but every time he tried going for it...he chickened out again and again.

Yet tonight's events seemed to have brought them closer together....as you could see the look of devastation that crossed the blond's face the moment he recognized the beanie on the ground.

A shaky gasp escaped him, further constraining your heart with guilt as he broke right there and then, kneeling down.

"O-Oh no..oh my god!" He began to sob, picking up the beanie with a trembling hand. "Oh my god, Ash!! No, no, this can't be real! This can't be real!!"

The flashlight accidentally slipped from his other hand, which rolled to reveal your hiding spot, and you instinctively hissed at the brightness that blinded you.

It was brief, but enough to expose your presence to Chris, who gawked in terror upon seeing you and grabbed the flashlight, keeping it on you as he scrambled to his feet. "Holy fuck--y-you....WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!!" He screamed with such anger, tears streaking his face.

God, he wishes he still had that shotgun.

He thought he was a goner the moment he saw you, but strangely enough..you didn't immediately leap at him.

You didn't seem to be hungry for his flesh.

The only thing you did was....stare. And not with anticipation. You were just trying to figure out how to tell him that you didn't murder Ashley, even though it looks very obvious.

The longer he stared back at you, fear seizing all of his nerves, the more he began to recognize the clothes you had worn exactly one year prior, now stretched and tattered. Even that silly friendship bracelet you, Ashley, and him wore in freshman year was somehow still on your thin wrist.

'Wait, don't tell me that's....'

"[Y/n]...?" Chris muttered, eyes widening when you responded with a small chirp, giving him the confirmation that it was indeed you.

As if this night couldn't get any worse..he realized you too were subjected to the wendigo's curse. All along, you've been in this mountain, eating and killing to survive, but unlike the one that killed the stranger...you weren't trying to harm him in any way.

You still knew who he was.

You didn't see him as prey, but as your friend.

"Th-This is insane..you...after all this time you were here..?"

Nodding solemnly, you wish you could give him a hug, but you're sure he wouldn't want that. Not after what he's seen.

"You're not gonna eat me, right?" He cautiously asked. "I-I mean. If you're still..uh..you..there's no way you could have killed Ash.."

You shook your head, once again confirming he was correct. With a huff, you glanced at the bloody trail leading down into the cellar door, relieved that Hannah was quiet, but after hearing another choked sob come from Chris, you saw his knees give out.

The realization that he lost his three best friends in different ways hit him like a truck. "I-I'm so so sorry, [y/n]...it's...i-it's been a fucking nightmare. First..Josh lost his head and tricked me into thinking I murdered him, t-then Ashley's gone..and...and now you're a.....oh god! I'm so sorry...w-we...we tried to find you, I swear..."

You tried finding your voice, but all that came out was an odd scratchy sound, which did nothing to comfort the crying blond in front of you, torn by pain and exhaustion and betrayal.

This wasn't the kind of reunion you wanted.

It should have been in the lodge, surrounded by the fire's warmth and your closest friends..not in the bowels of these cold mines where you couldn't even console one who was grieving.

You don't know what Josh did to Chris, but it must have been bad enough to traumatize him-

"Chris!"

Blinking through tears, he snapped his head up, looking to the trapdoor. "A-Ashley? Is that you?!" His voice trembled.

"In here! Help!!" The voice cried out.

"You hear her?! She's alive!" Chris got up, but before he could take even a single step towards the cellar, you pounced on top of it. Least to say, he was bewildered by your actions. "Huh?! What are you doing?!"

'Saving you, idiot..' You thought, growling lowly. 'Of course Hannah would do this now...'

"[Y/n]. You need to move! She's trapped down there!" He tried getting closer, annoyed that you weren't budging. But as you snarled a second time, he flinched back in fear. "Th-That's not cool, dude.."

While you admired his initial bravery, he was quick to cower away as you just stared at him, unwilling to let him open the door and meet the same demise as her.

"I-I don't understand. She was literally JUST calling for help-!"

"Not her."

Chris went completely silent, his jaw dropping he heard you imitating his own voice, your mouth moving like a normal human being's. "Did...Did you just...?"

"Not her." You repeated firmly, hoping he'd finally get the hint.

"....s-so..wait, wait, wait.....you can mimic our voices now?!"

"Always have."

"...damn, that's...insane." He muttered, wondering why the stranger never mentioned that somewhat important detail. "But..that means...she's really gone."

You regrettably nodded, watching his shoulders slump. "I..I-I shouldn't have fallen behind. I should have stayed with her. I...I-I never even got to tell her...." But he stopped himself, looking at you with such defeat and hopelessness. "I don't know if I can do this anymore, [y/n]. How can I go on without-?"

"Live for her." You spoke in his voice once more.

While you hated using mimicry, it was the only way that whatever remained of your humanity could still get through to Chris--letting him know that despite all appearances..you weren't totally gone.

You wanted him to leave this cursed place alive.

Ashley would have wanted him to.

"S-Sounds like I'm giving myself a pep talk. But...alright." With a barely audible chuckle, Chris wiped at his tears, deciding to put the beanie in his pocket. "I'll live for her....and for you, too. Don't think I'll ever forget about you, pal. Thanks for saving my neck."

Although you couldn't smile, he could see your attempts to form one and was a bit amused.

As he started heading out of the small cavern to rejoin the group, you decided to follow him closely, certain that some other wendigo was waiting to pounce on him.

Fortunately, you didn't sense any nearby. They must have thought you were tracking him as your prey.

A lot of them were smart, but not even Hannah caught wind that you never intended to eat him or any of your friends.

Even though you failed to protect Ashley, and you couldn't let the others see you, you'll do your best to ensure they all lived to see the sun rise.

Especially Chris.

[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

| Do not repost any of my writes without credit to me

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!

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂

“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.”

[wvsteria]

"i don't even know you, why would i trust you?" beth asked with a shake of her head. "i-" the words left her lips at that point. what was she meant to say to that. "i what?"

"So if you really want to know I'll tell you but you need to trust me" Chris told Beth. "You died back home".

[theautismincarnate]

Projecting my period cramps onto Chris Hartley rn.

[willothewispwisteriadawn]

I find it interesting that the fanon interpretation of Chris is that he’s introverted and awkward (I also fall victim to this mindset) but canonically he presents extroverted and somewhat confident. The personality database says he’s an ENTP. (https://www.personality-database.com/profile/6755/christopher-chris-hartley-until-dawn-mbti-personality-type)

You seem to have a deep understanding of Chris so I just wanted to know your opinion on this!

Oh fun! A Chris question. I love those! (Sorry, Anon. It took me a couple days to collect my response.)

I think all these observations makes a ton of sense. Chis is definitely more of an extrovert overall. He isn't afraid to be corny or to yap about his interests. He is awkward, but he doesn't seem to be self-conscious about his nerdiness. In fact, his actor also seems to think he's cool being who he is:

Noah Fleiss: "Chris is what society might consider the nerd of the group. And he kind of embraces it.

We see him make a number of jokes with Sam (his little "badass" dance, the joke when he sees her at the door, the monk prank, etc.). And Josh can mention that Chris loves to talk about his phone. Chris also has no issue teasing Jessica.

It's also notable that Chris doesn't even perceive a reason people might make fun of him:

Ashley: If it was you, don't you think you would have run away? I mean who likes being made fun of? Chris: People don't make fun of me. Ashley: To your face. Chris: What?

In a lot of ways, he's not insecure at all.

But I think the introvert reading of him definitely comes from how he interacts with Ashley.

It's vital to Chris's arc that he's nervous about asking Ashley out, to the point where Josh claims he might never do it, unless some traumatic bonding is involved. Chris gives a reason that he's not forward with Ashley:

Chris: But what if it's like, weird... and what if she might not like, wanna be friends with me anymore if I try something like that.

So, his primary concern is that he'll shoot his shot, and Ashley will be put off; then he'll lose her as a companion altogether. The "introvert" reading likely comes from fans perceiving his timidity here.

But, I don't think Chris is acting this way because he's extremely introspective, has a low social battery, etc. His issue is that he's terrified of failing at things.

Dr. Hill: Well, Chris has a fear of failure. Do you feel pity for him?

Sony Bio: [Chris is] also witty, loyal and intelligent, though his fear of failure means he's unable to confess his feelings to his long-time crush Ashley.

In most cases, Chris probably doesn't feel like he's in a position to fail at something. With Ashley, he is. He has a goal here: to get Ashley to be his girlfriend. And he has a possibility for failure: She says no. Then there's the terrifying possibility for double failure: losing the relationship he does have. It's important to note that Chris highly values Ashley as a friend and isn't just trying to get a girlfriend:

Ashley: We're always talking around it, and now, I mean, we've wasted everything! Chris: Ashley, none of it was wasted. Ashley: What do you mean? Chris: Every second that I spent with you was the only thing I ever wanted to do with my time.

Because failing is so terrifying to him, he just doesn't act.

So anyway, that's the thing. It is important that Chris is timid in this area of his life, but it stems more from the fear of failing (losing Ashley) than it does from a general introverted-ness.

Additionally, Chris is analytical, but it's more around practical problem-solving. He can be awkward with emotions. One thing that has struck me about his relationship with Josh (and how Chris differs from Ashley), is that Chris is a little simple when dealing with people. It's very clear he cares for Josh and is worried about him, but sometimes I think he just wants to believe in solutions. He is pretty adamant with Sam that the reunion will be good for Josh and really help him. He can try to ask Josh how he's doing, but is easily quieted when Josh just says he's fine. After the seance, he tries to offer the solution that Josh will be okay, if they give him time, while Ashley is more putting herself in his shoes.

Chris: Ah man... I mean, he'll be okay. Let's... let's just give him some time.

Later

Ashley: Josh looked really freaked out at the seance. Chris: Yeah, I mean he looked like he was keeping it together, but... Ashley: Do you think we shouldn't have mentioned his sisters? Chris: I mean, it's why we came back up here. Ashley: Yeah but, not to like, have a seance. Maybe we went too far.

Now, none of this is Chris being an apathetic friend. To me, it reads like he just wants a solution: the reunion will help, time will fix this, etc. I think his attitude here comes across as hesitant, so maybe this is also why people catch of whiff of introverted-ness from him. But I think it probably comes a bit more from his practical nature (you see him and Ashley clashing because she'd rather believe in a temperamental ghost who can be soothed, and he'd rather believe in a man using machinery to mess with them).

So, anyway, this was a lot, but it's my overall thoughts on this question! Chris's battery seems charged by being with others; he's not quickly overwhelmed by socializing. But there are a few points in his life where he's more nervous: the thought of failure can make him anxious, and he isn't particularly good at abstracts and emotional things. That said, Chris's love for his friends (willing to try to save Sam and Josh) is a highlight of his character for me, and he has "loyalty" as a major trait.

Anyway, thanks for giving me a topic to run away with, Anon! (^ . ^)

[geneviveleocardius]

chris hartley and his way of loving you

such a baby

chris is a bundle of nerves when it comes to expressing love. he stumbles over his words but somehow makes it even sweeter because it’s so genuine. he’ll say something like, “you’re, uh, like… really pretty. no, wait—beautiful. yeah, beautiful,” and immediately turn bright red.

he’s all about acts of service. fixing things for you, carrying your bag, or staying up late to help you with something—he does it all without hesitation because he loves feeling useful to you.

chris loves kissing you on the temple or jawline. he finds these spots intimate and comforting, especially when he wants to show affection without being too forward. when he’s feeling brave, he’ll kiss the corner of your lips and get so shy afterward.

he’s the type to overprepare for your period. you mention cramps once, and suddenly he’s got a heating pad, painkillers, chocolate, and even a playlist of your favorite comfort songs. he’ll say something like, “i don’t really know what helps, but i, uh, googled it, so… here,” and it’s the most endearing thing ever.

his part of loving you includes being your cheerleader. he’s always hyping you up, whether it’s about a project, your outfit, or even something random like a game. his words are clumsy but heartfelt: “i mean, obviously you’re gonna nail it. you’re, like, incredible.”

chris is adorably fixated on your hands. he loves holding them, playing with your fingers, or just watching you move. he’ll say something like, “your hands are just… really cool. uh, i mean, soft. but also strong? i don’t know, they’re just nice.”

quality time is another big part of how he shows love. even if it’s something simple like watching a movie or sitting together while he works on a gadget, he just wants to be around you.

chris is super protective but in a lowkey way. he won’t make a big scene, but he’ll quietly position himself closer to you if he senses any discomfort or potential threat. he’ll also whisper something like, “i’m here, don’t worry,” to reassure you.

his hugs are top-tier. they’re warm, a little awkward at first, but then he melts into you like he’s been waiting all day for that moment. he’s especially good at hugs when you’re upset, holding you close and rubbing your back in slow, calming circles.

when he feels bold, he’ll surprise you with passionate kisses, usually out of nowhere. it shocks even him, and afterward, he’ll mumble something like, “uh, yeah. so… that happened.”

he’s not the jealous type, but he gets insecure sometimes. if someone flirts with you, he’ll brush it off with a nervous laugh but later ask, “so, uh, you still like me, right?” once reassured, he’s back to his usual awkwardly confident self.

[withinthem]

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," an exhale of relief was given at the site of Chris, happy to know that he, too, was okay. And, from what she was seeing, that he was him. "No, I didn't. I was unscathed. And, you? What about you?"

Post event

"Hannah, are you okay?" Chris asked his friend. "You didn't got hurt or killed, right?" he asked concerned about her.

[admirationandromantics]

Chris Hartley Flirty Headcannons

You’re definitely in the same friend-group, and let’s be honest, everyone knows about your feelings. 

After years of liking Chris in secret, you decide to take it a step further, making small comments here and there, and being a little extra touchy with him. 

Aka, touching his arms, laying your hand in his etc. 

This makes him blush like crazy, and yes, he’ll look down, not meeting your gaze and fumble his words.

Of course the sweet guy that he is thinks that this is just normal friendly stuff and nothing behind your actions, though he himself makes a habit of touching you more as well, such as giving longer glances and stares. Often he has to force himself to look away from you when he’s in a trance. 

When you’re together, you usually find time to give suggestive comments, nothing over the top. Chris is lifting something, and you’ll tell him how strong he is. Mentioning how you would like to be lifted sometimes. Oh god, now he’s imagining it, and he stammers as he walks quickly to the bathroom. Josh is laughing his head off from Chris’ reaction. 

One time you’re gaming together, you, Chris, Ashley, Mike, and Josh. Chris says he has to log off as he has to shower, and you don’t miss the opportunity to ask him if you can join. Luckily, his camera is on, and you can spot his shocked red face before Josh chimes in. “Dude, put up the camera for us”, which makes Chris redirect a snarky comment to him instead. You never got an answer. 

You’re both sitting on the sofa, he’s in a t-shirt, and you can’t stop staring at his arms, saying that you love the view. This guy, this incredible guy will just melt. “Oh, haha thanks” he answers, which you might take the wrong way. Therefore, you sit yourself closer to him, hand on his arm, stroking, asking if he’s okay. His breath hitches while his skin gets hotter. His head turns, and he looks in your eyes, trying to make sense of it all. Then, he finally makes a (sort of) move. 

It goes slow, his hand reaching to cup your face, before steadily sliding to your neck and the back of your head. When you just look at him with pleading eyes and lips apart. You’re both blushing furiously but can’t feel it as your bodies are so hot from the tension. He finally leans in, meeting your lips in a gente, romantic manner. 

You now take it a bit further, one hand on his waist, and one on his shoulder, which you use to hoist yourself on his lap. His hand is still behind your head, slightly gripping your hair, not too hard. The other one travels up your thigh, sliding to the side of your waist. He drags you closer, chest to chest. 

Your hands travel through his hair, eventually going under his shirt. Your nails scratching his back makes him whimper, and before you know it, his hands are under your shirt too, tracing the edges of your bra. 

Just when you’re getting down to everything, making sure you both want this and are comfortable, a sound is heard. Josh and Sam slam the door open, not knowing that you were taking hold of the living room in this way. They both scream and quickly close the door. Luckily, you only had your shirts off. You rapidly put them on shouting for them to come in. 

“Jesus, my eyes my eyes!” Josh shouts while rubbing his face furiously. “Get a room” Sam exclaims, sitting down in one of the chairs.

[emarie-writes]

Hiiii!! Omg can I request Chris Hartley smut? Specifically reader sitting on his face? He’s like “pls sit down” and she’s like “like all the way??” Ahhh if this is too filthy feel free to ignore!

-🌿

omggg hi!!! i love this request! hopefully i did it justice! i’ve been working on a few chris fics and this one has been my fav (totallyyyy not cause of any personal reasons…)

Warning: Smut (mdni 18+), implied AFAB!Reader (but no pronouns or female adjacent anatomy mentioned), face-sitting, chris begging (LIKE CMONNN)

Chris swallowed hard, hands sliding slowly up and down your thighs. “Okay, I’m gonna say something kinda weird.”

You smiled, already amused. “That’s new.”

“I’m serious,” he said, looking slightly panicked and kind of… hopeful? “It’s, like, an idea. A suggestion, really. An offer. A humble request.”

“You’re stalling so hard right now.”

“I just don’t want you to think I’m a perv,” he blurted.

That made you laugh. “Chris. You’ve seen me naked. I think we’re past that.”

He let out a breath like he’d just gotten a permission slip signed. “Okay, great. Cool. So… have you ever sat on someone’s face?”

You blinked. “That’s what you were panicking about?”

“Hey, it’s a vulnerable question!” he said, gripping your hips with suddenly sweaty hands. “You’re intimidating!”

You tilted your head, biting back a grin. “And this is your way of asking me to…?”

“Yes,” he said immediately. “Very much yes. I just—look, I’ve thought about it. A lot. Probably too much. But I think I’d be good at it. I want to be good at it. Like, Olympic-level face-sitting support.”

You blinked again, caught between laughing and melting. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m sincere,” he said, voice quieter now. “I want to make you feel good. Like, really good. And I wanna be underneath you while you do.”

You stared at him for a moment, the shift from goofy to sweet hitting you all at once. And then, “You want me to sit on your face?”

He nodded. “I want you to sit on it like you mean it. Like—no holding back. No polite hovering. Just full-body commitment.”

You raised a brow. “You’re sure you can handle that?”

Chris let out a shaky breath. “I think it’s the one thing I was put on this Earth to do.”

You laughed again, but your stomach fluttered. You could tell how much he wanted it — not just the act, but to please you. To make you fall apart because of him. You shifted to straddle his chest slowly, his eyes going wide like he couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Still want it?” you teased, voice low.

Chris looked up at you with absolutely no chill. “I want it so bad it’s embarrassing.”

You hesitated once, knees braced on either side of his head. “What if it’s too much?”

His hands slid up your thighs, steady and firm. “Then I die happy.” You let out a breath and lowered yourself slowly — and the moment your body touched his mouth, Chris groaned. Loud and unfiltered. Like you were the first drop of water after a desert. He was messy with it — tongue everywhere, hands gripping you tighter, letting you move the way you needed. He moaned when you rocked against him, like it was doing something to him.

Every time you tried to lift up, he pulled you back with a desperate little whine and a breathless, “Don’t—don’t go. I’m good. I’m so good. Please.” You were the one who ended up breathless. Shaking. One hand in his hair, the other braced against the headboard. And when you finally came — thighs clenching around his head, voice breaking on his name — Chris held you there, humming like he’d just gotten his favorite song stuck in his head.

You slid off him gently, collapsing next to him with a dazed, almost drunk grin. Chris wiped his mouth on the back of his arm and turned toward you, face pink, hair damp with sweat, looking like a man who’d just had a religious experience.

“You okay?” you asked, breathless.

“I saw heaven,” he whispered. “It has thighs.”

You let out a snort and buried your face in the pillow. “You are such a dork.”

He rolled onto his side, kissing your bare shoulder, still smiling. “You love that about me.”

“…I really do.”