#mike munroe

[proxythe]

honestly, with everything that’s happened, it almost feels like the universe has been playing pranks on us.

[fanfrelon]

Mike Munroe

[not-your-bro]

[thomas-the-goat-of-satan]

I heart Until Dawn and it's collection of comically stupid characters. and I do mean all of them. and I do mean it affectionately. I just. god. the reason that anything can happen to these people At All is because, somehow, Every Single One Of Them decided that it was a good idea to accept an invite to the World's Most Suspicious Event at the World's Most Suspicious Place. "hmm!! I'm sure nothing strange or horrific is going to happen to us up on our rich friend's isolated mountain lodge; why would it?? I mean, sure, we Are going to be up there on the exact same date that we inadvertently triggered the events of his sisters' disappearance, but surely he's not upset with us about that or anything. let's go!!" seven separate people. nobody thought anything of it. it's incredible. impressive, even. I mean, I don't know. me personallyyyyy?? I probably would've received that invitation and thought, "oh, he's For Sure gonna do something to us up there, and he For Sure has the means to get away with it; I'm Not Gonna Go." but. hey. that's just me.

[taylorshope]

[grrbrainsorwhatever]

Rips off clothes like werewolf

[homicidal-slvt]

Wow, this dude has been through hell. He's suffered so much.

I kinda wanna bang him up against a wall like a whore.

[am-i-dead]

Until Dawn Memes anyone?????

[amberpriceenthusiast]

I made another one

[realtimefanduboutofcontext]

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]

[lakemichigans]

"Play your cards right and maybe you'll get lucky..."

[proxythe]

when ur so scared u start serving face

[fanfrelon]

Mike Munroe

[ollierachnid]

normal people mountain

[illusioninfnty]

day 24 ; primal play

↠ mike munroe x reader

fandom: until dawn word count: 916 warnings: nsfw 18+, physical traits of reader (taller than mike and muscular), dom!reader, choking, unprotected sex, creampie, slight aftercare, outlast!au (if Tex!reader was straight…shudder)

kinktober m.list || read on ao3

You can hear his breathing.

The snow crunches beneath your feet as you hunt for him. Your breath is visible in front of you, the cold air stinging your cheeks as you steady your breathing.

Mike had brought up the idea first. You were experienced in this type of hunt, learning from your parents, and he wanted to see just how well you could do.

If you caught him, he would be your reward.

You know you're close, and you slow down your pace so he doesn’t hear you. The whistle of the wind is just loud enough that you believe you’re able to cover your tracks.

But then a twig snaps under your foot, and you can see his shape dart out from a nearby tree and through the woods.

You know the quickest way to reach him, your knowledge in the terrain coming handy as you weave your way in and out of trees, tracking Mike’s steps as he runs away from you.

The quickness of your route allows you to find him easily, and you act fast so he can’t escape this time. You grab him by his arm, tugging him close to your chest and wrapping your own around his neck. “Got you.”

Mike shudders under your hold, your warm breath close in his ear.

“You’re a fucking psycho,” he answers you lightly.

“Maybe. But you still love me.” You give him a quick peck on his cheek and squeeze the skin between your gloved fingers. “Hell, it’s fucking cold out here.”

Looking around to get a sense of exactly where you are, you spot a cabin in the distance. You smirk, your plan forming quickly in your head.

“Come on.” You drag Mike along with you. “I’m getting my reward now.”

“N-now?” he sputters, his eyes dart back and forth. “What if someone sees us?”

You roll your eyes. “Not out here, you idiot. We’d get hypothermia. Over there.” You point out the cabin, all dark and more than likely completely abandoned.

Mike’s eyes widen in realization. “Damn. Alright.”

The walk takes only a couple of minutes, the two of you scrambling just as much to reach your destination. When you reach the door, you try the doorknob and the entrance opens up easily. You pull Mike in, slamming the door behind you with your foot as you smash your lips onto his.

You begin to undo all of his outerwear, starting with his coat. As you undress him, he opens his mouth slightly in a moan, and you stick your tongue in. You kiss him with vigor, swirling your tongue around with his. His hands move down your body, removing your own clothes. 

Soon the two of you are completely bare, and you maneuver yourself so that you push him onto the couch, a string of saliva connecting as your lips part.

Mike’s cock is already hard, throbbing in anticipation. You crawl on top of him, brushing your front against the head of cock. He moans and jerks up from the contact.

“You ready for me?” you ask, teasing your slit over his cock, wetting yourself with his precum.

He nods. “Always.”

You lower yourself onto him slowly, moaning at the way he stretches you open. You start riding him, arching your back and digging your nails into his chest. He groans, and you grip him harder.

His hands move up to hold you at your hips. “So tight,” Mike whispers, his knuckles turning white with how hard he grips onto you. You clench around him more, and he bucks his hips up into you.

“You like that?” you murmur to him, your hands slowly traveling up his chest and resting against his neck, putting light pressure on it.

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes out.

Your hands tighten around his neck, choking him. His mouth widens in a gasp as his eyes roll back, and his hips rut up into you. You increase the pace of your own bounces, the sounds of skin slapping together louder than ever.

“There you go,” you coo gently. Mike moans at your praise. His cock pulses harshly inside you, and he cums unexpectedly—much earlier than he ever had before.

He fills you up completely, some of the liquid spilling out the sides of your walls and onto his lower stomach. You continue to ride him as his orgasm washes over him, his cum lubing you up to make your movements even slicker.

Mike soon whines from the overstimulation, and you let go of his neck as his body trembles from the overwhelming sensations. His gasps come in short breaths as he brings up a hand to rub his neck.

You pull yourself completely off of him, more of his cum spilling out of your hole. You roll over and move to find a bathroom in the cabin, coming back to Mike with some towels and a cup of water for him.

Kissing his cheek, you begin to wipe his body clean. As you look out the window, you see that the snow has begun to fall faster, the visibility of the outdoors much lower than usual.

“Crap. The weather got a lot worse,” you say, biting your lip. “I don’t think it’s safe to go back to the lodge like this.”

Mike pauses and looks as though he’s pretending to think hard. “I guess we can cuddle instead.”

You playful punch his shoulder and wrap your arms around his midsection. “Come here, you big goof.”

[princesssmars]

plsssss do something for michael munroe im so starved

i could change your mind

some college football player mike headcanons.

contains: fluff. some nsfw. american football gross. mike is cocky whats new. fem!reader. hair nor skin color described.

a/n: anon i lowkey miss him too so i'll do a few headcanons for you anon. sorry that my until dawn rewrite is like on hiatus I just feel like it's gonna be such a flop so my brain says it cant be bad if I don't write it ??? idk. ty for making me do this. set in college but i've decided to start a year late so if i get shit wrong sorry scholars. (heart fingers emoji I'm on desktop fml.)

idk why but the first thing that popped into my head was him loving a sport...like he gives smart but also dumbass jock to me we let's go with he did football in high school and he's at college on a scholarship.

if you're like me you don't give two shits about the sport you probably would not like twice in a football player's way, which he definitely sees as a challenge. he'll come up to you in the dining hall and try to hit on you in front of his jock friends, spouting a "whatever you say, sweetheart" when you reject him with a grimace.

to your surprise and horror he's in one of your advanced classes in your second semester, sitting with his feet up next to your seat with a smile when you walk in. you do call him troglodyte for having his shoes on the table but he says with an easy smile that he's in with the teacher who said it was alright.

great.

for the first three weeks, you try to ignore his questions and poking at all costs, but when you get paired up on an important assignment you decide to hold your disdain on pause. he invites you to "study in his dorm" which nearly gives you a migraine, until he chuckles and tells you he's joking, telling you you can meet at common ground and study in the library.

you hold your tongue instead of giving a quip about how he probably won't be able to keep his mouth shut, but once you actually get there you realize the worst thing ever: mike munroe isn't a moron. he's actually pretty smart, maybe nearly as smart as you, and shows pretty good leadership with how he takes in both your academic strengths and divides the workload based on them. its not hard to see why he's the quarterback.

after you get an a+ on your project, you start to warm up to mike. his stupid quips in class start to actually become funny, leading to numerous moments where he makes you snort in class and the professor rolls his eyes.

your friendship soon grows enough that mike has the confidence to invite you to one of his games while you're walking around campus, and if you start to say no he informs you that he will not hesitate to get on his knees and beg in front of everyone. that makes you feel a little weird so you groan and tell him fine.

the whole time you don't really know what's going on, even though ten minutes before he had to get ready he tried to cram all of the rules into your head. even though you don't know everything you can tell when something good happens, like when he makes the touchdown that wins your school the game. he celebrates with his team members and his crowd of fangirls before coming over to you, clearly waiting for you to say football is fun or something,

you don't. but the after-party definitely was. you don't know what that frat guy put in the punch but it was good, and had you nearly drunk in only two hours. nearly being a keyword, because someone who was past the point decided to do a childish game of seven minutes, and you decided to play along for fun.

but it wasn't so funny when they spun the bottle and it landed on you, then the next turn between two people to point towards the couch where mike was watching with his friends. they both burst out laughing at the horrified look on your face as you reluctantly follow him inside the closet.

for the first minute it's quiet, soft noises from the two of you adjusting your bodies in the quiet space and "sorry"'s when you bump into the other.

he takes your silence for uncomfortableness, telling you he's alright with just sitting with you. "one of my favorite things to do actually"

you don't really know why but you kiss him after that. when you pull away you can faintly see his blank face. great. you ruined everything. you're about to give some half-assed excuse before his hand is on the back of your neck and he's pulling you back into him and pressing your body into his.

things get weird after that night.

you're still friends after that night, of course. except now its...different.

you still have your movie nights laughing at people making dumb decisions in horror movies, except now you'll sometimes wind up on mike's lap with your tongue down his throat.

you still text each other stupid pictures you found on snapchat (he insists on using it, fuckboy he is. or used to be, weirdly). except now before you go to sleep he'll send you a picture of his bulge with a smiley face at the bottom. if you send a picture back he'll send a long voice message that you don't open for your own sanity.

but you aren't like. dating. and you don't know why in passing you hear his teammate nick call you "mike's girl". because you aren't. at all.

and plus its not like you've slept together or even gone on an actual date. you're just...closer than normal friends are.

and then he leaves the next december to spend a week with his old friends, and you kind of mope around campus while he's gone. he makes sure to text you constant updates until the night where he arrives at the cabin, where he leaves you delivered for two days. he did say his ex was going to be there, so that nagging voice in the back of your head is telling you the worse.

until you finally get the call from some random number in alberta. when you pick up after some initial confusion you hear mike on the other side.

"mike? what the actual hell? its been two days, thought you somehow managed to get lost in the snow."

he laughed on the other line, able to tell you're insult at his intelligence meant you cared. his voice sounds hoarse.

"yeah, yeah i know. i'm sorry. something came up and i...i've been stuck in this damn police station-"

"police station? jesus, how hard did you guys party."

he calls your name and it's serious. he only sounds like that when something important or bad has happened.

"mike? is everything ok?"

"no, no its not. josh is...he's gone. the cabins gone. we're all pretty messed up."

you don't give a response, waiting for him to elaborate if he wants to.

"i don't know what to say..i'm so sorry."

"it's alright. i'll explain more when i get back. i just wanted to hear your voice."

"now you're really scaring me."

he laughs again, the scratch of his voice returning.

"thank you."

"for what? constantly insulting you and bringing you back to reality?"

"for making me laugh. haven't done it in a while."

"yeah, well...i'll make sure your roommate hasn't completely trashed your dorm. and we can get some takeout. on me, because i'm polite."

"screw that, we're going on a date."

your heart skips.

"did you actually get a concussion because that's not funny."

"im serious. no more being a pussy. time to start getting serious. plus we're basically already dating, so."

"god, why does everyone keep saying that?"

"i'll see you soon."

the phone hangs up and you toss the phone to the side with a slight smile.