#until dawn x reader

[theemissuniverse]

“ALL YOU WANTED” EMILY DAVIS X TOUGH! FEM!READER

SUMMARY : You and Emily are best friends…but best friends always means something more these days right?

WARNINGS : lesbian smut

A/N : this takes place when they all go back to the cabin.

It hadn’t even been an hour of all of you coming up to the mountain and you were witnessing Emily Davis and Matthew Taylor break up.

All because she had went to see Michael.

Despite you being Emily’s best friend, you could see where Matt was coming from. Getting caught having a conversation was not a good look.

You were even surprised at Emily being your best friend but the two of you were the meanest people in your own way so it kind of made sense.

You were made her best friend by force though in ninth grade where she forced you to sit with her at lunch because she thought you were pretty. Now you two were besties.

For better or worse? You’d have to find out.

“God, Matt! It didn’t mean anything! Get over it!”

Mike raised his hand as if he was in the classroom. “I can vouch for that. Trust me, I do not want her anymore.”

You were sitting in a chair, eating a cookie, watching the whole scene play out. You knew something was going to happen and you didn’t know if you wanted to stop it or keep it going.

Emily angrily turned to Mike at the statement. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I think he means he doesn’t want to fuck skank anymore.” Jess replied for Mike.

Not only could you not help but comment because you were Emily’s best friend but because you always had to make your own remark of common sense. You finished your cookie and dusted your hand off. “If that’s the case then why is he fucking you?”

Emily had laughed at what you said and bit her lip to hold back her smile. Matt shook his head, rubbing his temples in irritation while Mike just did a whistle and looked away from the situation.

“I’m sorry? Did I ask you to bud in Ms. School Drop out?” Jess asked you while standing up from the couch where she was sitting next to Mike with.

“No but something told me that you needed a reality check and well, here I am to give it to you.” You told her, brushing off her calling you a drop out with ease.

“Don’t you find it a tad bit pathetic you follow Emily around all the time?”

“No. But what I do find pathetic is you not having any men to choose from so you chose your best friends man.”

“Last I heard, your relationship is dead so you don’t get to tell me how to live mine.”

Emily had watched the whole argument, entertained because you were winning. Up until the last remark Jessica said and she didn’t think she could go lower.

Beth was your girlfriend a year ago. Before everything happened. You had blamed everyone for a long time. Healed from it. Even from Emily. Emily apologized multiple times, which was unlike her to be honest and you forgave her.

This is why you never forgave Jessica because here she was, throwing that in your face.

The room felt silent. As if they knew the damage Jessica had done.

You stood up slowly from your chair then began to walk towards her. “You wanna try that again?”

Jessica gave you a deadpanned look. She would be a little scared but she knew that Emily would stop you before you hit her. So she kept going. “Don’t talk about saving people’s relationships when you couldn’t even save your own.”

Emily saw your fist balled up and instead of you hitting her, you gave her a warning push. A push so aggressive, it landed Jessica back on the couch. “Hey!”

As much as Emily wanted to see you kick her ass, she knew it would be trouble. It wouldn’t be the petty cat fight that she knew she would face up against Jess. You knew how to fight and you knew how to hurt her.

Jessica came from a wealthy family and Emily did not want to see you go to jail for a petty argument.

Emily immediately got in between the two of you. Then stood right in front of you. “Calm down. She’s not worth it.”

Mike brought Jess towards him. “Both of you, stop it.” He said.

“I can’t do it.” You said. “I have to hit something.”

“Just relax.” Emily told you. “Breathe. It’s going-“

“See, Emily. All you do is bring drama and I’m sick of it.” Matt started to say. “Look what we’re all doing! Because of you!”

You had chose your target. You turned around, facing Matt. Then you gave him your best punch. Him falling to the ground and him holding his mouth.

“(Y/N)!” Emily scolded you.

You ignored her. Then you left out the back door.

You needed some air and were fine if you had to freeze to death in order to get it. You hated the way people got in your head. You were a hothead and it got the best of you sometimes.

Emily was right behind you. “Hey! (Y/N)! Slow down!”

You sighed and stopped in your tracks, allowing Emily to catch up to you. “Look I’m sorry I-“

“I don’t care, meat head! Put this on.”

You looked to see it was your jacket that you had left in the lodge. You grabbed your jacket and started place it on you.

Emily looked down to your hand and saw the bruises on your knuckles. She shook her head and placed a hand on her hip. “You really did knock the shit out of my ex boyfriend didn’t you?”

You sighed, feeling guilty of your actions. Emily was the only person who could make you feel guilty. “Look, Em I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have hit your-“ Then you had thought about what she said. “Did you say ex-boyfriend?”

“Yeah I did. He’s too soft for me obviously and I don’t have time for that. And he left my bag with all my expensive clothes in it! That idiot.”

You knew the two wouldn’t last that long but that was pretty fast you had to say.

Emily grabbed your hand and started to lead the way. “Help me look for it.”

“Ugh. Why do I gotta help you look for it?”

“Because I said so!”

You knew best not to argue with her so you let her lead the way. Besides, you weren’t going to let her be out by herself anyway.

The two of you walked to the picnic table area. Emily looked over to one of the tables and saw a carving. She dusted the snow off and saw your initials with Beth’s.

She felt jealousy when she had looked at the carving but knew she had to swallow it. “Wow. You must’ve really loved her huh?”

You were confused. You walked over and saw the carving for yourself and remembered. “Oh…that…” You leaned against the picnic table, looking down a little. “I liked her. A lot. Can’t say I loved her though. It takes a lot for me to do that.”

Emily nodded at your choice of words. It made sense. You’ve had a lot of girlfriends before Beth and you had never really loved any of them. Love was a hard thing for you and she understood that.

You decided to change the subject. “What’s so important in this bag anyway?” You asked her.

Emily smirked when you had questioned it. “Oh just my undies. The lace ones.”

You raised a brow when you had noticed the flirty tone in her voice. Emily would always flirt with you but you had always considered it to be friendly flirting and nothing romantic attached to it so you played along.

“Well we don’t need those.”

Unbeknownst to you, Emily was actually flirting with you. She had always had a secret crush on you but was too scared to do anything. Also, she was used to people hitting on her. Not her hitting on other people.

“You don’t want me to model them for you.” Emily asked you. She did a little spin so you could examine her body.

Your eyes darted all over her and it was at this point you were starting to realize that you also flirted with her more than the friendly way. “I’m just going to rip them off of you anyways.”

Emily had did something she never did before. She took a step towards you. Then grabbed your hands and made them be on her body. “You ever done it outside before?”

You were intrigued at how far Emily was willing to go to just play flirt with you which was confirming in your mind that she was serious. But how could she be serious? You two were just friends.

You had laughed at her question. “Have you?”

“No. But maybe I want to.” Emily went to tug at belt of your jeans which made you groan a little. You felt her breath on your neck and her kissing softly. “I cant with this on though.”

You moaned at the soft kisses that she placed on your neck. Yeah. She definitely wasn’t playing anymore.

Emily pulled away from your neck. She looked you directly in your eyes. You pushed away the hair that was in her face. She looked so beautiful to you.

Emily leaned in and kissed you on the lips. You didn’t hesitate. You cupped the back of her neck with your right hand and kissed her back.

You used your left hand to place on her hip and bring her closer. Emily moaned and continued to kiss you like she was hungry. She had been waiting for this.

It was freezing out but the two of you didn’t feel any cold. You were in each other’s warmth.

You just had to confirm something. You pulled away from her lips. The two of you slightly out of breath. “Wait a second.” Emily looked annoyed at you for stopping but waited for you to ask her what you needed. “Are we straight girl kissing or gay girl kissing?”

Emily shook her head at how unserious but serious you could be. “The second one.” She confirmed before going straight back to kissing you.

That made you more bolder in your movements. You picked Emily up by her ass and made her legs wrap around your waist. Emily moaned in the kiss while you sat her down on the picnic table.

Your lips went down to her neck. Instead of kissing you sucked on her sweet spots making her moan, gripping you. “God that feels so good.” Emily commented.

You pushed your knee in between Emily and made your knee make contact with her clothed area. She moaned at the friction you were going and made you pull away from her neck. “I can’t take this. Let’s go to the lodge.”

You were still lost a little. Surprised this was happening. “O-“ You couldn’t finish your sentence as Emily was already dragging you back to the lodge.

The two of you walked back into the lodge. Emily paid no mind to the people that were in the living room and dragged you upstairs, all the way to the room Emily had picked out.

When the door was closed, the two of you were back on each other. The two of you took your shoes off while you made out.

You helped Emily take her jacket off and throw in on the floor. Emily did the same for you. Emily pushed you on the bed. You sat there, watching her.

Emily’s hands went to your belt and started to unbuckle your pants. When she had finally got your pants to unbuckle, you grabbed her and laid her on the bed.

You got on top of her and took off her shirt. She was wearing a lace purple bra. You gave her a look. “All your lace underwear was in your bag huh?”

Emily giggled and kissed you. You kissed her back. You never kissed anyone the way you were kissing Emily. It was different.

That’s when you realized it was always different with Emily.

You unbuttoned her pants and helped her take them off. Her underwear matched her bra.

“Why am I the only one naked?” Emily complained while kissing you.

“It’s more fun that way.”

“Yeah, fun for you.”

You chuckled and removed her underwear. Leaving her exposed. You licked your index and middle finger before placing it on her clit and rubbing it in circles.

Emily moaned loudly. She gripped on your arm. You started off slow and teasingly. You didn’t have to do much. She was already wet from you.

You found your rhythm and started to go a little bit faster on her clit. She tried to meet your rhythm but any time she’d get too excited, you’d slow down.

“Stop torturing me, (Y/N).”

You laughed. You kissed her gently on the lips and picked back the pace. Emily moaned loudly in the kiss. You stuck your fingers in her pussy, knowing she was wet enough. The palm of your hand hit her clit while you kept the fast pace.

“God, (Y/N). Yes.” Emily tried to quietly moan but came out of extremely loud. It’s like she didn’t care to be quiet and wanted all the pleasure she could get from you.

Emily’s hands went to her chest. She held on to her chest while throwing her head back. You regretted not taking off her bra before starting.

Her clit constantly bounced off from the palm of your hand and Emily felt herself getting close. “Wait. I’m almost there. Stop.”

You kissed her on the neck. Licking and sucking on her sweet spots. “Why stop? I want you to cum on my fingers.”

Emily moaned at your words. “I want you though.”

You understood what Emily was trying to say and pulled away from her pussy. Then licked your fingers clean off. “Mmhm. I kinda want you to sit on my face.”

Emily shoved your shoulder, making you laugh. “No, (Y/N). Come on. I want you.”

You took off your pants. Then slid off your underwear and threw them somewhere. Emily was about to place her fingers on your clit but you stopped her. “Trust me, I’m already wet from you moaning.”

Emily bit her lip smiling and you got on top of her. You made sure to position your clit above hers before looking at her. “This is not how I expected to spend my weekend.”

She took off your shirt, leaving you in your bra. “Isn’t this so much better?”

“It is.” You couldn’t deny. You kissed Emily on her lips again before placing your clit directly on top of hers. The you were moving slowly.

You knew Emily all too well because you were best friends which meant you knew Emily never had sex with a woman before. So you tried moving slowly for her.

Emily was doing exactly what you knew she would do. Getting sensitive quickly. Emily let out a sharp moan. She clung onto your body, not expecting to be so sensitive. She was whimpering, pleading for you to get her to cum.

“You sound so sexy.” You told her. You tried to ease her in by kissing her lovingly all over body.

“Don’t stop. Oh god, yes.” Emily was practically screaming and you should’ve figured she would by how sensitive she was.

“Your boyfriends might hear you.” You jokingly said to her while kissing all over her body.

“I don’t care. Just get me to cum all over you. Please.”

You could’ve came off her just moaning for you. You should’ve figured Emily was submissive. She was a brat. You gripped onto her leg and went faster. Your pussies colliding against each other. Making the both of you moan in pleasure.

Emily’s hands felt like fire on your body. She unclipped your bra from the back and threw the bra on the floor somewhere.

As you kept your pace, you noticed Emily staring at you in awe. You tilted your head at her. “What?”

“You’re so beautiful.”

You weren’t expecting her to say that. You bent down to give her a sloppy kiss on her lips. She returned it.

“Mmhm. (Y/N). Let me get on top.”

You pulled away from her warmth and laid down on the bed. Emily got on top of you and placed her pussy back on yours. You chuckled at the gasp she had let out. It was far more sensitive for her to be on top than you.

“You sure you don’t want me on top?” You teased a little.

“Shut up.” Emily more so moaned and started to move on you. She didn’t go slow though. She went back to the fast pace you were doing.

You moaned, hugging onto her hips and helping her move. “Shit. Keep going. Just like that.” You went to unclip her bra and when you did, you immediately started to rub her titties.

Emily moaned at you playing with her nipples while trying to focus on her pace. “Oh god. (Y/N).”

You noticed Emily was losing her pace so you went back to her hips and helped her move on you. “Come on, baby. Move your pussy on me.”

You calling Emily baby turned her on and motivated her to move even faster on you. “(Y/N)?”

Noticing she was asking you something and not moaning your name, you nodded, still feeling immense pleasure. “Yeah?”

“When I make you cum on my pussy you’re going to be mine.”

You knew that was Emily’s way of asking to be your girlfriend but she was always the demanding type. You closed your eyes, feeling yourself become closer to release. You gripped her hips tighter. “You make me cum, you can have anything you want.”

Emily’s hands reached to your chest and started to play with your titties. You moaned at the touch. “I’m so close.” She told you.

You watched Emily’s chest bounce up and down. You couldn’t help but lick your lips. Seeing it was starting to make you close. “Keep going. I’m almost there too.”

Emily whined at how sensitive she felt herself start to get. You notice her slowing down some and you were so close you didn’t even want to help her anymore.

You flipped her on the bed and quickly got back on top. Your pussies continued to make out with each other. Wetness was heard all around the room and was even starting to go down your leg.

“(Y/N), I need you.” You felt Emily’s nails claw at your back and you knew it was only moments before she came all over you.

“Cum all over my pussy, baby. You can do it.” You said while kissing on her neck.

“Oh, god. (Y/N). Yes.”

You felt yourself coming undone, closing your eyes. “Fuck, Emily.”

“Yes, yes. I’m cumming. Oh god I’m cumming. (Y/N).”

You felt yourself cum and Emily was following right behind you. Your pussies became so wet that the juice soaked the bed sheets.

You continued to move until you knew both of you were done. You got up from her and laid down next to her.

Emily grabbed the blanket and placed it on top of the two of you. “I can’t believe I waited that long to do that.”

You chuckled before nodding. “Yeah. Me too.” You turned to look at her, seriously. “So…how do you wanna play this?”

Emily sighed, knowing what you meant. “They’re all just drama filled. I just want to stay up here with you.”

“It’s gonna come out. Especially at how loud you were.” Emily hit your shoulder at what you said and rolled her eyes.

“Well they’ll just be mad they couldn’t get me to scream like that.” She said before kissing you.

So you were with your best friend now? Not what you expected.

[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.

[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)

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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.”

[xetlynn]

By Your Side- Prologue

(Joshua Washington X Reader)

(Until Dawn)

[Prologue] [One] [Two]

“Hey sissy.” Jessica jumps on the end of my bed with a huge grin. I raise a brow, closing my laptop.

“What is it, Jess?” I let out a large sigh causing her to pout out her lip.

“Oh come on, I just wanted to hang out with my older sister.” She nudges my calf, scooting closer to me on the bed.

“Right, you haven’t called me sissy in years.” I call her out, to which my little sister scoffs. Shaking her head in disagreement to my statement.

Right now we’ve been home alone, our parents out for some business trip or so they say. They do this every month or two, telling us a business trip came up that they have to go to when in reality we all know it’s just a mini vacation they want to take without feeling guilty. Something they shouldn’t have to feel guilty for.

“Uh, yes I have. Just the other day. Maybe I just want to say it again.” Jessica argues with me and I let out a small chuckle.

“Okay, I’ll keep you to it, sissy.” I mock her, she tries to hide it but she breaks out into a smile as well.

“Okay, fine. I overheard Hannah saying we’re going to the lodge! Did Josh say anything to you about it?” She hops up on her knees, bouncing on my bed a little bit. “It was mentioned but I don’t think I’m going.” I let out a nervous laugh, I watched as her eyes bulged out of the sockets along with her mouth hung wide open.

“You have to go! Mom and dad won’t let me go unless you do.” She grips on my knee shaking me aggressively.

It’s not that I don’t want to go.

It sounds fun as heck but lately Josh has been acting a little more flirtatious with me and I’m not up for an awkward weekend of the group making fun of us. Ever since Thanksgiving he started becoming more flirty with me. I went to his family’s dinner and I don’t know.

I like him, of course I do. Who wouldn’t in my position I just don’t want our friendship to get messed up in the heat of things.

“I.. I don’t know Jessie. I have a lot of homework to catch up on.” I lie, I’m all caught up. I only have three classes so I also have time to work.

“[Name], please. I’ll clean your car whenever you want me to! And your dishes! For a month!” She pleads with me. I bite the tip of my thumb thinking about it. A weekend with friends might get out minds off of things. Josh might not bother me as much as I think he will. I close my eyes.

“Okay,” I breathe out, “okay, I’ll go but please try to make sure the pranks against me are at a minimum. And don’t worry about cleaning my things.” I slouch down a tad bit only to be brought back up by my sister who squeals and hugs me. “I can’t wait for the invitation to make things official!” She lets me go and excitedly leaves my room.

I hear her call Ashley which surprised me. I didn’t expect her to really become friends with Ashley. It’s better than Emily though.

I check my phone that pings a few times, Josh and Chris’s names pop up and I roll my eyes at what they’re saying.

“Partying it up on Mount Washington!!!!!!!!! What you guys think?” Josh using way too many exclamation points.

“I’m in, you know it!” Chris sends with multiple emojis and I snort out a laugh.

“[Name], how about you?” Josh puts a little winky face to which I roll my eyes, a smirk still laid upon my lips though.

“Hm, I don’t know.” I respond back, Chris sends a gasping face emoji in response to my message.

“You’re the life of the party you have to be there:(“ Chris says.

“Is it worth my time though?” I tease them, obviously I already told Jessica I was going. I’m not backing out of my word but it is fun to mess with my boys.

“Oh wowww, can’t believe Miss chugger won’t come to a party… with provided alcohol.” Josh says, my jaw slacks open in shock.

“Hey, Miss chugger is in the past, dead even and she’s not coming back.” I remind him. In high school we of course were bit of partiers.

I was the worst of the worst when it comes to drinking. I’d out drink everyone, chugging disgusting beers, taking shots of pure vodka like it was nothing. Just thinking about those days makes me want to vomit.

“I miss her:(“ Chris comments,

Josh puts the laughing emoji, “me too:(“ I roll my eyes once again.

“Shut up, I’m coming I already told Jessie I would. Miss chugger on the other hand you guys can forget it.” I turn my phone off after I hit send, getting back on my laptop to watching YouTube videos like I was before Jessica rudely came into my room.

“C’mon, sissy, everyone else is already waiting for us!” Jessica dramatically tugs me onto the cable car.

“You’re really sticking with Sissy now?” I scrunch my face, throwing my backpack onto my back since I just had to get my hat out, somehow I forgot how cold it actually was going to be up here. I was currently wearing a little puffer jacket, a pink slightly cropped sweater underneath with low rise jeans.

“Of course, I told you I might want to say it again and I do!” She folds her arms. I shake my head. “Okay, sorry.” I jokingly say.

As the cable car goes up I glance around. Taking in the beauty of it all.

I used to come up here with the Washington’s for the summer sometimes, this also isn’t my first winter up here. I love the Washington’s, they’ve always welcomed me. It was nice to have a place where I didn’t always have to take Jessica with me since she’s my younger sister our parents always expected me to have her tag along.

I love her and all but it’s cool to have my own time too.

“Look, I see them!” She points over to the group who were actually waiting for us. I glance over and they’re waving to us, so we do it back.

Jessica was practically on the edge of her seat excited to get off. As it gets to where we need to be we rush off and get greeted with hugs from our friends. Even if we’ve seen them just days or a few weeks ago.

“It’s nice to see you actually came!” Josh jokes with me, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Yeah, it was a tough decision.” I mess with him. Chris gives me a small side hug.

“Ready for the weekend Chugger?” He takes my hat off to which I slap him on the arm.

“Chugger doesn’t exist anymore. Give me that!” I jump up to grab from the blond.

“I think I’ll wear it.” He places it on his head. “Doesn’t this look nice on me, Josh?” Chris turns to our other friends as we all start walking. “Oh man, I’d totally take you to the bone zone if you were a girl.” Josh says and I let out a sort of loud laugh.

“The bone zone? God you are so corny.” I hold my stomach.

“Okay, okay, calm down. It wasn’t that funny.” Josh pats my back. Chris tries to hold back his laughter as well.

“Are we almost there yet, my feet are killer from the work out I did earlier.” Matt speaks up from behind us, we stop and turn.

“Just a little bit always, princess.” Beth replies to him. “Ha-ha, I’m serious. I might’ve did a little too much.” He mainly comments the last part to himself. I then hear Mike and Emily flirting with each other making me want to gag but then I also notice how Hannah was staring at them, well staring at Mike.

We began walking again and I slowed down a little bit.

“Hey, Han.” I nudge her arm. She snaps out of her thoughts looking at me.

“Hey [Name].” She gives a small smile. “You like him?” I whisper, her face suddenly then drops.

“Who told you? Did Josh read my journal or something?” She starts to panic but I shush her, calming her down.

“No, no, I saw the way you were looking at them. Either you like him or it’s Emily which is kind of doubtful considering I didn’t think you swung that way. It’s not a bad thing if you did.” I rambled on a little bit, causing her to snicker shaking her head.

“It’s him, I didn’t think I was that obvious.” She shyly rubs her hands together, most likely trying to give herself warmth.

“It’s probably not, I just enjoy observing people sometimes.” I assure her.

“Oh, okay. Well I’ve actually done some observing myself and it seems like you’re avoiding my brother.” She calls me out, my mouth instantly closing having nothing to say in response to that spot on observance she had.

“What? I haven’t- I’m not avoiding him.” I disagree, glancing up to see Josh, Chris and Matt messing with each other as Mike cheers for god knows what they’re doing. “Right, so you not coming over on the weekends to hang out with Josh after Thanksgiving is you not avoiding him?” She questions me.

“Exactly it’s not.” I try to stay confident with my answer, attempting to keep a straight face but once I look at her we both burst into laughter.

“Fine, fine! I am.” I sigh out, kicking the snow as we walk up the trail. “But why? You guys never have a problem.” She frowns.

“It’s a long story.” I bite my bottom lip thinking about all that’s happened.

“We have some time before we get to the house.” She says, shrugging her shoulders. I glance up ahead again, seeing as everyone was pre-occupied with each other.

“Josh and I sort of got flirty with each other. Your brother was super headstrong with it. I kind of did it back. We kissed a few times on Thanksgiving night and since that night I was scared it would ruin our friendship so I cut back. I gave excuses to not come over.” I let out in a low voice so only she could hear. Hannah smiles at me sweetly.

“I know I’m a jerk for it but it’s just my anxiety taking over I guess.” I stare at the ground.

“You’re not a jerk. That also wasn’t a long story.” She comments, both of us laughing once again. “Just talk with Josh. You never know what could happen.” Hannah nudges me, I do it back to her. Both of us smiling. “Okay, I will.” I stand up straighter.

Once we get to the lodge, Josh opens the door dramatically.

“Finally, warmth!” Sam opens her arms, spinning around as she walks further inside. I watch Beth turn the lights on with a smirk watching Sam. “Very exciting.” I agree, tugging my jacket off, holding it in my arm.

“Party time!” Mike announces earning the rest of us to cheer. Josh, Chris, Ashley and I go get our rooms, well Josh is showing us to ours, I’m the last one too. He turns a familiar corner and I start to fold my arms.

“This is your room, Josh.” I point out. “Nice observation.” He smirks, taking my jacket and back from my hands he places them down with his on a chair that’s up against the wall. I shake my head, chuckling.

“Where’s my actual room that I usually sleep in?” I lean against the doorway.

“Oh c’mon, babe. Just this weekend.” He comes up to me, taking one of my hands. “Just this weekend, what?” I raise a brow, confused but also intrigued. He leads me into the room, sitting me down before going back to close the door.

“I mean we both know how we feel about each other. It’s pretty obvious.” He concludes, not exactly looking me in the eyes. “And how do we feel about each other, Joshua?” I stare up at him. His eyes finally meet mine, and it looks like he melted just from our eye contact.

“Y’know…” He mutters, coming closer. “I don’t.” I tease him, standing up to push him down on the bed so I’m in between his legs this time. His hands find my hips, aggressively he squeezes them, lowly groaning.

“[Name], please, you don’t understand what you do to me.” He pulls me closer to him, my chest practically in his face. I feel my face warm up, I wasn’t expecting this. My hand drags up his torso to his face, cradling it as I force him to look up at me.

“Let’s try this out.” I whisper. His eyes lighten up, I feel his grip tighten even more.

“What- what do you mean?” He adjusts himself on the bed, I still stare at his face. “Let’s try out the relationship thing,” I begin and a smile erupts on his face.

“But, if this doesn’t work out, we don’t let our friendship get awkward.” I practically am begging with my facial expression. “It will work out.” He pushes me back a little bit so he can stand up. He kisses me gently, first on the lips then trailing down to my jawline.

“We should get going back down before anyone gets suspicious.” I hum out, feeling his lips begin to touch my neck. I try to push on his chest but he’s gripping my sides so tightly like I’ll run away.

“Let them.” He takes a small break only to work on my neck again. “Josh.” I gasp. He snickers, finally stopping. His eyes trail all over my face then to my neck.

“You might want to cover that up.” He taps the spot he was attacking before grabbing his phone from the bed and walking out. My face scrunches up, confused at first but then I rush over to the mirror, I let out a loud gasp.

“Joshua!!” I hold my neck and I hear him let out a laugh. I sigh, going over to the chair with our stuff and dig in it, finding a stupid thin scarf I brought and neatly wrap it to hide the hickey he gave me.

I finally start heading downstairs, joining the rest of the group who were planning out what we’re doing for the weekend.

Later that night Josh and Chris decided to do a drinking game, I sat next to Josh as Chris sat across from us.

Beth and Sam were watching everything go down. “Come on Chugger, you gotta join us.” Chris practically whines, my eyes roll in response. “I told you she’s dead. Now knock it off.” I wave my hand in a swift movement.

“I liked Chugger, she was sexy.” Josh whispered the last part into my ear. I shove him away from me as my face warmed up.

“What was that? Care to share with the class?” Sam speaks up and I felt my eyes widen.

“Chugger, she was a sexy woman back in the day.” Josh announces and my body shrivels down in embarrassment. “She was a careless teenager.” I disagree. “Same thing.” Chris shrugs his shoulders, picking up a beer and beginning to take the first sip.

I watched as the two get shitfaced with Beth and Sam, us three talking about school work or just things going on in our lives.

Sam decides to join the others and I think Hannah went to go write or something, Beth and I are now taking pictures on our phones acting stupid.

Josh and Chris are passed out now.

“I’m glad you decided to come.” Beth smiles at me and I nod, putting my phone down.

“Me too, even if your brother is annoying. I’m still having fun.” I joke, of course forgetting why I have my scarf on I take it off due to me getting hot and my neck starting to sweat.

“He loves you.” Beth mumbles looking over at her drunken brother, laughing. “I don’t know about love but yeah.” I glance over at him, his face smushed on his arm with his mouth wide open.

“Oh my god.” The girl suddenly whispers and I snap my head over to her. “What? What is it?” I look down at myself to see if she accidentally dropped something on me.

“Is that a hickey?” She flicks the spot on my neck, I hiss, slapping her hand away.

“Is that from Josh?” She breaks out into a small laughing fit.

“What- no, it’s- maybe.” I couldn’t find a good excuse okay? Kill me. “That’s hilarious, Matt owes me fifty bucks.” She throws her head back.

“You bet on our love life?” I crossed my arms. “Everyone practically did. Even Chris.” She gets up to start cleaning after Josh and Chris.

I just sit there, in shock from what she just told me.

Beth leaves the room and I go back to sitting beside Josh, laying my head down on his shoulder. He moves around a little bit. “Hm?” He hums and I shush him.

“Sorry, just wanted to be by you.” I whisper. He grumbles a little bit but harshly leans up to put his arm around me, laying his head back down on his other arm. I smile to myself, laying down on my arm, cuddling up next to him. Our legs now sort of entangled together. I didn’t drink or anything but the tiredness of traveling finally hit me.

I don’t even know how much time has passed but that was until I heard the ending of a conversation.

“Just because he’s class Prez doesn’t mean he belongs to everyone… Mike is my man.” I hear Emily say as they leave the kitchen.

“Hey, Em. I’m not anybody’s man.”

“Whatever you say, Darling!” She sings. I lift my head up for a second but then shrug, going back to sleep, I hear someone walk in but I just ignore it.

Thinking I was going to get to fall asleep for longer I instead get Beth walking in to continue cleaning up, I still let Josh hold onto me but I sit my head up to watch her.

“Hey did you see that? Dad said it’d just be us this weekend.” She turns to us but sees the two boys still passed out.

“Josh?”

“He’s been passed out, love. I don’t think you’ll be waking him up anytime soon.” I give her a sad face.

“But what did you see?” I ask. “I thought I saw someone outside. I swear I did.” She frowns, glancing at the window again but she heads over to the counter.

She picks up a bottle that’s in front of us and empty by the way. It’s an older scotch, Jeremiah Cragg.

“Jeez, Josh… Once again brother you outdone us all. She pats the arm that he has around me and I tiredly laugh. I then watch her spin a paper around, picking it up to read it.

“Oh my god. What did our naive sister get herself into now?” Beth turns to us and I raise a brow. “What?” I ask. “Here.” She hands me the paper and I read it. I close my eyes letting out a long breath.

“I think they found out about Hannah’s feelings. This has to be a prank.” I gently pull Josh’s arm off of me and I stand up, placing the paper down and they we look outside to see Hannah crying, running past the window.

“Oh my god.” I gasp.

“Wake Josh I’ll go to the others, I hope that wasn’t Hannah.” She runs outside, I nod. Going over to the passed out drunk. I overhear the others yelling outside for Hannah and then hear Beth run after her sister.

“Josh, Joshua, hun.” I push his body. His snore becomes a little louder and I bite my bottom lip. “Babe, c’mon wake up, Beth and Hannah ran outside.” I say a little loud, shaking him more aggressively.

“What?” He becomes more awake.

“They what?” He lifts his head up.

“The others played a prank on Hannah, I’m guessing it was bad because she ran outside and Beth followed from what I heard.” I tell him, now he’s more alert and he drunkenly stood up. He stumbles a bit so I run over and get him a water.

“Here, drink and let’s go.” I tell him. Suddenly when we saw the group he sobers up.

“What the hell did you guys do!?” Josh angrily shouts, he was holding my hand for support.

“It was just a prank, Josh, we didn’t mean for it to upset her like that.” Emily steps forward and I glare at her. Then at Mike, then to Jessica.

“Especially you, Jessica.” I point a finger at her, her head goes down.

“I can’t believe you guys would do something so stupid like that.” I shake my head, disappointed.

“I tried to warn her, I was too late.” Sam tells me and I smile weakly. “Let’s just hope they come back soon.” I frown.

Soon never came though.

After thirty minutes Josh began to panic and I woke Chris up. Catching him up with everything as we decided to go look for the two sisters.

I called the police and mountain patrol but we never found them.

For months we did search parties, I stayed by Josh’s side, knowing it’s a tough time for him. I barely passed two semesters as I was always with him trying to help.

I didn’t mind it though. I wanted to make sure he was okay. I knew he wasn’t. His parents were rough on him, telling him it was his fault since he was drunk.

It wasn’t his fault. It was our stupid friends fault for playing that dirty prank on Hannah the way they did.

It’s about a year now and no one has even seen a sign of them…

It’s horrible.

[alessiathepirate]

Until Dawn

A SMALL JOY: Josh Washington x fem!reader

Summary: Taking Dr Hill's advice, Josh and his lover go up to the lodge and look through all the things his sisters had left behind - after an interesting find she does her best to take his mind off the sadness he's experiencing.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

To be honest, Until Dawn is still one of my favourite horror games. Thanks to the game I found my favourite YouTube channel, my English improved a lot because I wanted to understand every word, and I have a huge crush on Rami Malek to this very day. Me and my friends were obsessed with him the time the game came out, and soon started to watch more of his work together.

Josh Washington was one of my first fictional crushes, I could defend him for years without getting tired and I drew him so many times I actually learned how to draw portraits correctly.

There's a gameplay I like to rewatch every year, because of the great memories I have connected to it. I always fall in love with Josh Washington once again - and thanks to that tradition, I started to write for him as well.

Warnings: a bit of swearing, mentioned depression and loss, mentioning the Washington sisters' disappearance and/or death

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° "(...) We would come up in the summer and we would have the best time. The whole family was there - mom, dad, my sisters. It was some serious competition out there on the big lawn... I don't know. Can't go back. New reality." °

She listens carefully, noticing every little pitch or drop in Josh's voice as he speaks - and as he puts down the baseball bat all she can think about is grabbing him and pulling him into a hug, a tight one, the kind that is both loving and comforting. She watches him, she examines his every little move and her heart aches every single time she finds a new sign of sadness.

She hates it.

She hates that look on his face. She hates that change in his voice. She hates that he feels alone. She hates that the whole case is making him go crazy. She hates that nothing is certain and he can't even grieve.

She hates that he had to change so much; that he had to become this depressed because of some stupid, messed up prank their friends had decided to pull on his sister.

He didn't deserve any of it. He doesn't deserve any of it. None of the Washington kids do.

Coming up here was already hard - back to the mountain where Hannah and Beth disappeared, where they played around like stupid teenagers do. Dr Hill said it's for the best - Josh needs some closure, some proof that he needs to slowly start to move on. She thinks it's bullshit - Josh thinks so too. It won't be easy to put yourself through something like this.

But regardless, they came. They are here now, looking through the rooms, the basement...

The memories are hurting her - and if she as a friend is hurting this badly than Josh must suffer a lot.

"Teach me." the words suddenly burst out before she can stop them, wanting to make Josh concentrate on something else - not wanting him to get lost in his own mind.

"What?" the question is loud in the basement.

"Teach me how to play." she continues on, feeling unsure like she tries to cross a very thin and sensitive line. "I've never played baseball before."

"It's been a while since I did so." Josh starts to explain, his gaze falling on the bat he put down. "You really- want to?"

She steps closer to him slowly, carefully, as if she tries to get close to a very scared and wounded animal. She touches his arm, her fingers hold him as her thumb brushes along his skin in an up and down motion. She leans towards him, her face touching his shoulder as she presses a kiss to the area what isn't covered by his t-shirt.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." she whispers. "I know it's not-" she holds that thought and says something else instead: "I just haven't seen you play yet and I want to join in."

Josh looks at her over his shoulder, he looks at her as she tries to smile even if her eyes stay sad. He watches her like she's the only thing he has left, like she's the only person who matters anymore. He looks at her and feels something break inside, realizing that she really is the only one who he has.

"All right." he says and when he sees her eyes change a tiny bit - showing a bit of happiness - he feels his heart flutter. It makes him feel better, it makes him want to touch her too, putting his hand over hers - over the one which is still clinging onto his arm. "As long as you promise me you won't accidentally hit yourself with the bat."

And there's what he wanted to see - her expression changes, playful offence takes the sadness' place and she gently hits his back.

"Hey! I wouldn't do that."

"You totally wouldn't." his sarcasm earns him another punch and despite the situation and the place, he feels like he got something back.

The last time they bickered like this was half a year ago, the night his sisters had disappeared. They drank and played around until they started to make out in the kitchen, only stopping when Chris stepped inside the room wanting some booze for himself.

As they climb the stairs hand in hand they both feel somewhat relieved. They found a kind of small joy, a bit of happiness - something what they had left here months ago. Josh chuckles when she trips and almost falls, she feels excited as he hands her the baseball bat outside.

"Since there're only the two of us here, I think it's best I teach you how to hit the ball and not yourself."

"I'm not that clumsy Mister!" she tries to sound offended, but it doesn't work.

"I know you too well, girl; and I don't trust you with that at all."

Josh stands behind her, keeping a gentle hold on both of her arms as he explains how to stand and how to hold the bat. She chuckles when he playfully tickles her and this time she doesn't feel guilty about laughing. Before he lets go of her to throw the ball, he gives her a short hug and presses a kiss into the crook of her neck.

She misses the first time...

and the second time; and the third time...

She misses and Josh laughs and she thinks it's the most beautiful sight she's ever seen.

They change positions after a while and no matter how she throws, Josh never misses - not even once. He hits the ball every single time and it flies and lands far away.

She has the feeling that in that very moment, doing that very thing they both feel somewhat complete. She feels like Josh's smiles are honest, his laughs are honest and she forgets about Dr Hill and his stupid advice.

"No shit you like to play it." she says after a while as the both of them are lying in the grass, her head resting on Josh's arm. "It is fun."

"Believe me darling, it is much more fun when you actually hit the ball." his voice has a teasing edge to it and for a moment she thinks about turning towards him and hitting him playfully once again - but she doesn't.

Instead - hoping to get something more, trying to get a kind of good change out of him, she says: "I will, after a bit more training. You'll teach me, I have no doubt about that."

Josh turns towards her, gently touching her face and playing with her hair. She tries to read his face and she realizes that he understands what she's playing at. She wonders if he'll get upset or sad... but she gets an answer pretty quickly.

"I will - of course I will. You'll be the best player in this damn country."

The muscles in her face twitch and she feels like she'll cry. It's been so long, so long since Josh smiled and laughed that now seeing it again feels like a whole new experience. She doesn't want to leave the place or the moment. It's too nice.

"Better than you?"

"Way better." he promises and lets go of the lock of hair he's been playing with. "I love you, you know that, right?"

She feels frozen at the question and starts to wonder where it's coming from. The doubt in his voice, the softness in his eyes... He deserves the world, he deserves everything in it and he deserves to know that he does enough for her - she feels his love and every single emotion and action it causes.

"Of course I do... I know." she promises. "I love you too. And I'm here for you, no matter what."

It's her turn to lean in and she kisses him, making sure the kiss is soft and calm. She wants to make him feel whole and safe. She wants him to be happy.

They lay back down and stay quiet for a bit, enjoying the sunlight and the light summer breeze. She feels like she could melt. Melt into the feeling and moment forever, without ever getting bored.

"You know," Josh starts suddenly, his voice soft and unsure. "it's been a while since I've taken you out on a date."

"It's fine, Josh. These past months weren't exactly the best."

"No... I know." for a few moments he stays silent, not knowing what to say. "All I want to say is I have a few movies here we can watch and we can have a nice time before we-"

"-go back to them." she finishes, understanding what he means.

Them. All the friends, all the family members and pals who show an annoying amount of pity. All of those people who try to comfort Josh when doesn't want to do anything with them. The people who make him feel worse than better.

"I'd love that." she smiles at him as he turns towards him and hugs him. "But no horror."

"No horror." Josh nods.

It wouldn't be good for either of them.

She kisses his shoulder as they get going, stretching their muscles, before climbing the stairs to go and find the movies Josh was talking about.

As they look over his DVDs while hugging, all she can think about is how unfair life is, because Josh doesn't deserve any of the problems life threw at him...

[sadembryhours]

Can you a Josh x reader where the reader helps Josh cope with his sisters’ death?

HUMAN! ♡ josh washington

synopsis : you try your best to help him live ; allow him to grieve and hold his hand as he does. silently, he’s forever thankful.

cw : heavy mental health talk / depections , josh is unwell , reader takes care of him

song inspo ; human by dodie

🪷 if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked. 🪷

Blue and red lights surround you, bouncing off of the freshly fallen snow. Jess is sobbing into Mike's shoulder, Emily holding her hand as they talk to two officers in their uniform. Sam is laying her own head on your shoulder, her hand squeezing yours as you both sit in silence.

Chris stands with Josh, who only stars at the mountain view around him.

You shiver as the wind whips by you, carrying a conversation your way. Two other officers look at Josh warily before looking back at the lodge. It was a crime scene now — closed for everyone until further notice.

"With me," your voice cuts through. Josh's watery, unseeing eyes seem to find you. With a frown, you look back towards the officer. "He can stay with me."

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The silence of the drive home follows you as you lead Josh inside. He treks in slowly, boots heavy, laced with snow and distress. Lifelessly, Josh all but falls onto your couch, perching there stiffly.

You frown, "Josh? Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

He mumbles, but you can only hear him saying his sisters names. Crouching, you meet his gaze as best as you can. Your fingers lace into his — they're cold ; frigid and frozen as he simply twitches at the touch. "Josh. Are you with me?"

He still doesn't speak, no movement or sound comes from him at all. You hold your dismay in, concealing it and composing yourself instead. You stand, shuffling Josh out of his shoes and jacket until he's left in his sweater. Taking off your own outside clothes, you turn the tv onto something silly and absent-minded. With a stroke to the top of his head, you leave Josh to make something warm to eat.

It'll take time, you think to yourself. The stove comes to life, warming your house up even more as you cook. The living room is silent — Josh sits as still as a statue. You don't even know if he's blinked since coming in — since Sam woke him up from the horrible prank that was played on his sisters. It'll just take some time.

You blow on the food you'd made, setting it on the coffee table in front of you. A cup of Josh's favored drink goes to the left of it as you leave to get on your own plate. The couch dips as you sit beside him — he's still blank, even as you nudge him gently.

"Eat before it gets cold," you say quietly. Gentle — Josh needs gentle, tender words to help him come back ; help him heal. He merely blinks. "Should I feed you, then?"

A twitch of his lips — it's not much, but it's enough to get a grin out of you. Leaning forward, you meet his eyes. "I will! Is that what you want? The royal treatment, your highness Josh?"

His lips spread into a small, delicate smile before creaky, frozen joints start to move. He grabs his silverware with shaking hands, settling the plate on his lap. Josh stares at the steam, "thanks."

"Eat up," you respond. You squeeze his free hand for a minute before letting it go. Josh looks at you through his eyelashes and you smile at him. "There's plenty more if you're still hungry."

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No longer catatonic, Josh still only spoke quietly and sparsely. He ate one meal a day, if that, and only because you pestered him to do so. A week had went by with him simply sitting. He turned the tv to a news channel, eyes wide and seeing each and every emergency broadcast.

Simply waiting for any news of his sisters.

"Hey," you lean on the doorway between the kitchen and living room. Josh turns his head only an inch, eyes cemented on the current weather updates. "Want to shower? It'll warm you up."

Josh's hands twitch in his lap as he blinks. You bite your lip, going to stand in front of him. It's as if he's looking through you ; as if he can still the tv you stand in front of. "Josh?"

With no response, you take matters into your own hands once more. A warm washcloth is held in one hand, a bowl of steamy, soapy water in the other. You kneel on the floor in front of Josh, the bowl off to your right. Dipping the washcloth in the water, you wring it out before wiping Josh's face tenderly.

He blinks at the warmth, inhaling the scent of your soap slowly. Life trickles back into his eyes, sea foam brightening surely until he's looking at you. "[Name]."

"Hi," you grin at him. You set the rag down, hands in your lap as Josh stares. "Doing alright?"

"Yeah." Looking at the damp cloth in your hand, Josh blinks. "I don't think I can stand."

You shake your head before he finishes his sentence. You lift yourself to your knees, raking your fingers in his hair. "Don't worry about it. This is enough for now."

Josh's eyes flutter at your touch as you continue to give him a half-hearted bath. His hands unclench, leaving his side to wrap around your elbows. You pause, rag against his neck as you look at him curiously. He breathes out, "thank you."

"I'll get you a change of clothes when I'm done, hm?"

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The nightmares seem to start then. The more Josh continued to come back to reality, the meaner his mind became. Trying to get him in a bed was useless — your guest room was absent of a tv and he needed to see the news.

Whimpering wakes you from the small sleep you'd drifted off to. You never had a deep sleep now, always keeping one ear open for Josh. Letting out a sleepy sigh, you stumble into the living room.

He's already awake by the time you find him. Curled up on the floor in front of the couch, knees to his chest as he cries. "Sorry," Josh stutters, "sorry, I'm so sorry."

You don't know if he's talking to you or someone — something else.

Slowly, so you don't spook him, you take a seat to Josh's left. Your eyes droop as you lean your chin on the table, hand inching to his. You entertwine your fingers with his, taking them from where Josh was pulling and tugging at his hair.

Josh jumps, eyes wide and startled as he searches for you in the darkness. You smile his way softly, "let's sleep in my room tonight. I'll keep the tv on."

You're already half-asleep when Josh curls around you. Turning, you open you arms to welcome him into your embrace. A heavy, withering sigh escapes his mouth and causes his chest to tremble. Josh burrows his face into your chest, "thank you, [Name]."

"You have to stop thanking me," you slur sleepily. Tender, tickilish nails scrape against his scalp lightly, bringing him closer to you. Josh sighs and relaxes further. "I don't mind taking care of you."

As you drift off, a tentative, burning kiss is left at your clavicle. Josh breathes you in once more before he delves into blissful, happy memories of his sisters.

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[heartsforhavik]

hi hi! i saw you mention that you love doing hcs & i LOVE them, so i thought i would send in a request

i wondering if you could do hcs of what it’s like to be mike munroe’s gf (or partner if you prefer to keep it neutral!) like how he is w them, his flaws, etc.

mike munroe x (gn! reader) relationship hcs

✰ warnings: gender neutral reader, poc friendly, all hcs are sfw

✰ there is nothing i love more than doing hcs, tysm for requesting some!! i had a ton of fun writing this, so if you would like a part two, i'll do it! (i literally saw this req and immediately got up to write it) also i mentioned some poc things in here cuz i'm latino, soooo if anyone wants me to write any character x poc! reader, i am SO down.

mike is a very secure, confident partner. he's perfectly fine with you having male friends or spending alone-time with a guy.

but when another guy is clearly flirting with you?

oh boy.

he would go up to you and casually sling an arm around your shoulder, subtly hinting to the other guy that you are taken. if the guy doesn't take the hint, mike would butt in the conversation and would keep referring to you as his "love" or "beloved" until the guy leaves.

he isn't afraid of confrontation or anything, he just doesn’t want to waste time on someone like that.

if mike were to meet your parents, he would be confident and casual. he'd obviously hold back on the pda and profanity, but overall he wouldn't be too stressed about it. mike is very confident that he could win the approval of your parents. because of how calm he is, he'd probably treat your parents like old friends.

but if you're a person of color, he'd try a little harder. mike would present himself a bit neater, would constantly mention his successes, intelligence, job, etc. he'd even put in the effort to follow your family's customs. like if you eat with your hands, he has no issue doing so. or if you have a larger family, especially if they don't speak english, he would probably try to learn the language and get along with them all. he really wants to gain their approval.

these hcs make him sound like a saint... but the number one issue in your relationship with mike is that he tends to be a bit ignorant when it comes to your feelings.

for example, if you were at a party and you told mike you were uncomfortable and wanted to leave, he would be like: "what? why? this party's great! just go and talk to people, it isn't that hard."

he's nice about it, he just doesn't understand. he may even tease you about it.

"what? are you scared of social interaction? oh no, a conversation! the scariest of all weapons!"

but he shuts up immediately when he actually sees how uncomfortable you are, then he'd help you out. he's a nice boyfriend, just not the most understanding sometimes.

when you are genuinely in distress (emotionally), he would drop everything to help you and get rid of whatever is troubling you. if there's a chore you are too stressed to get done, he's helping you with it. if someone's messing with you, he'll have a... 'chat' with them. even though mike isn't too good with emotions, he hates seeing you stressed or sad. even if you're in denial or claim that you "don't need help" he isn't having it. he's stubborn, and he WILL help you.

mike's love language is probably either physical touch or quality time. if you're taller than him, he'd probably rest his arm around your waist. if you're shorter, he'd like to tease you sometimes by having his arm on top of your head, but mainly around your shoulders. he isn't afraid of showing off his partner to others, so he likes holding you at all times in some kind of way.

he also loves quality time. doesn't matter how. whether you're out at dinner somewhere, or just sitting in the same room scrolling through your phones in silence. he isn't picky, he just likes being around you.

mike strikes me as the type of boyfriend to always offer to drive you places, even if you're a better driver than him. you'd be in the passenger seat and you get to choose what music to listen to, while mike has one hand on the wheel, and his other hand resting on your thigh.

when you're spending time with mike, you laugh a lot and mess around like kids, but after 3-4 hours of hanging out, you're suddenly talking about the meaning of life and your biggest fears and covering them up with jokes. he's versatile!😻

overall, he's a nice, funny boyfriend. even if he isn't extremely good with emotions, he tries his best with you.

[dilfenthusiast-union]

The Suffocation is the Best Part

Joshua “Josh” Washington x Reader

Another one. Look at that nose. I don’t see enough face sitting happening to it.

Content includes depictions of oral sex (f receiving) face sitting, afab anatomy, brief mention of smothering and weight. Feedback is appreciated!

“Ride.. ride my face.” Josh begs following his climax, chest heaving with shallow breaths.

“I beg your pardon?” you revel, eyebrows furrowing and eyelids widening in harmonious shock at Josh’s demand.

“Seriously. Ride my face, sit on my nose, babe. It’s big for a reason.” he teases, raising his eyebrows suggestively paired with a smirk as he scans your naked form with half lidded eyes.

“What if I suffocate you? Am I not heavy?” You question with concern weighing down your words.

“Babe.. The suffocation is the best part” his smirk grows into a mischievous grin as he wraps his large, veiny hands around your thighs, bringing you to hover over his face. Your thighs quiver in anxiety and anticipation, Josh notices. “Relax, babe. Even if you smother me… honestly, I think that’s a great way to go out” he brings you to sit on his nose before you can make any rebuttals. His pupils dilate as he laps up your juices from your glistening folds, taking in the salty flavours and sticky consistency.

Josh hums in satisfaction, his grip tightening around your thighs. The vibrations of his verbal affirmations send tingles through the entirety of your body, lingering in your stomach. The sensations make you unconsciously rock back and forth on Josh’s face.

The bridge of his nose rubs at your vulva, combined with his tongue lapping at your hypersensitive buds. It sends currents of pleasure through you, rendering you weak.

“Holy shit..” you gasp, mouth agape. Your eyelids squeeze shut and your brows furrow as you reach for the headboard to keep you balanced. “Fuck, god, Josh that feels so good”, you weakly let out. He replies with another vocalisation against your vulva, sending yet another wave of pleasure through you.

As you keep rocking against his tongue and nose, the butterflies your stomach bundle up the more he thrusts his tongue into you. Josh starts using pure strength to have you thrust up and down on his face, the bridge of his nose creating friction that only tightens the coil in your stomach.

Josh starts humming in pleasure at your clit gracefully slamming on his face, giving him a pornographic view of your chest as it bounces with every movement. The vibrations of Josh’s humming sends a final jolt of pleasure through you, as your knuckles turn white from clinging to the headboard. Creamy, sticky cum coats Josh’s mouth as his tongue laps up any remnants.

You collapse on the mattress next to Josh, both of you catching your breath. You glisten with sweat and your muscle fibres ache, especially your quads. Breaking the silent rhythm of heavy breaths, you prop yourself on your elbows and turn to Josh,

“Babe, I don’t think it’s the suffocation that’s the best part.”

[fr3sh-tragedies]

Apologize

[Until Dawn] Samantha Giddings x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.04k

Proofread: Yes

Content Warnings: An argument, but nothing really specific

[A/N]: This one's really short compared to the others, but it's because that's what my intention was. I didn't want to stress out over this one, so I gave myself a really low goal of 2k words. It was fun to write this. Hope you'll enjoy. Not sure who I'll write for next. At the moment, I only have six more characters I want to write for.

Enjoy!

 It was extremely hard for Sam to get angry at someone, let alone get into an actual argument. She tended to be the level-headed one in her friend group, never one to willingly indulge in drama. Very rarely did she raise her voice in a non-joking manner, so when she did, the people around her she was close to got very uncomfortable. Not necessarily because she was threatening, but because it was so unlike her. Fortunately, her girlfriend was the same way. The two of them hardly ever got into an argument that wasn’t playful.

So when one broke out one night, both of them grew uncomfortable. They got defensive, with Sam trying to steer the conversation in another direction, and [Y/N] trying to just agree to disagree. Neither one of them really remembered how the argument started, but they both knew it wasn’t going anywhere.

Another thing that was uncommon for the two women was for them to say something hateful toward anyone, even if they felt threatened. During the entirety of their relationship, which was running strong for over three years, no one in their shared friend group had ever witnessed them fight with each other. Out of all of them, she and [Y/N] were usually the ones who stayed calm and tried to compromise and keep the peace. And when anyone needed to talk something through with a trusted friend, she and [Y/N] were the go-tos.

Somewhere in the middle of the argument, one of them had slightly raised their voice, which in turn prompted the other to do the same. This continued until they were almost yelling at each other, something they had never done to one another. It was causing a great deal of stress on them both. They couldn’t seem to find a way to fix whatever had begun the whole ordeal.

As they grew louder, Sam shouted something of ill-intent toward [Y/N] in the heat of the moment, wanting to just be done with the argument. In response, [Y/N] threw back a similarly hateful retort, claiming she wished they had never started dating. She didn’t mean to say it–neither of them meant to say any of it–it all just spilled out before they could stop it.

Sam froze at her words, grimacing as she fought back the tears pricking her eyes. She sniffled and took a breath to prevent her voice from breaking.

“If that’s how you feel, then…”

She paused, trying to calm herself down and think things through. After a moment, she pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.

“I’ll give you some space. We both need to calm down before we even try to talk this through.”

[Y/N] huffed. Usually, she’d agree without hesitation. Because of her hurt feelings, however, she was hesitant to do so. Instead, she turned on her heel and stormed into the kitchen, then the pantry. There, she grabbed her car keys and left through the front door, passing Sam on her way out. She slammed the door behind her, and she instantly regretted doing so, but she couldn’t take it back. Not once in her relationship with Sam had an argument gotten this bad. The two of them had never said dating was a mistake, nor had they thrown nasty comments at each other out of frustration.

Sam didn’t know how to deal with the situation quite yet, and neither did [Y/N]. Silently, [Y/N] agreed with Sam about giving each other space before working things out.

She hopped into her car and switched the engine on, pulling out of the driveway and speeding down the road. Once she came to a red light, she popped a CD in and cranked the music up, wanting to drown out her hateful thoughts.

As she drove off to who knows where, Sam remained in the living room of their shared home. She plopped herself back down onto the sofa cushions and sighed, burying her face in her hands as she replayed the entire conversation over and over again in her mind. Each time she recalled the words she spoke, or rather hollered, she flinched, wanting nothing more than to take them back.

There was no excuse for what she said. She didn’t even really remember why things had gotten so aggressive.

As she sat there, counting the hours while she waited for [Y/N] to come home, her guilt began to grow even further. She promised herself she’d sit down and talk things out once they were together again.

Whenever that may be.

She should’ve stopped [Y/N] from leaving.

She should’ve asked her to sit down with her, or at least stay home.

She should’ve kept her cool and ended the argument before it began.

And all the while, as her guilt ate away at her conscience, [Y/N] was battling with her own mind nearly halfway across town.

How could she have said something so cruel? Sam didn’t deserve that at all. She had no right to be that crude towards her. She had been trying to change the subject, but [Y/N], for some reason she couldn’t figure out, refused to give in. Instead, she wanted to just “agree to disagree,” even though she knew that wouldn’t have ended very well. She and Sam were both very stubborn about their personal beliefs, meaning they’d struggle with that concept.

She knew that, and yet she continued to press on the matter.

She knew that, and yet she still blurted out that the relationship was a mistake.

She knew that, and yet she still stormed out of the house like a child.

With a heavy sigh of defeat, [Y/N] turned the car around and started her journey back to the house. One way or another, she’d find a way to work things out with Sam, even if it took all night.

By the time she made it back, it was well past midnight. Had she not known Sam well enough, she’d assume the blonde would be tucked away under the covers in their shared bed, sound asleep. However, she had known her all her life. She knew her thoughts, tendencies, insecurities, everything. And Sam was the same–they knew each other inside and out, which is what usually prevented these things from happening.

It was no surprise to [Y/N] when she unlocked the door and pushed it open to reveal Sam still sitting there on the couch. She glanced up from her spot on the cushions, a look of pure relief washing over her features. The blonde stood, stepping over to stand in front of [Y/N] once the door was shut and locked behind her. “Thank god you’re okay,” Sam whispered, lifting her hands to cup the smaller girl’s face and press their foreheads together. [Y/N] made no move to lean away from her touch, but rather leaned into her hands.

Her eyes shut softly when her head made contact with Sam’s, a small sigh of solace slipping past her lips. “Yeah, I’m okay. I’m sorry I worried you.” The blonde smiled and hummed, letting her hands slide down [Y/N]’s arms to gently take hold of her hands. “You don’t have to apologize. You’re okay, and that’s all that matters.”

They stayed there for a moment, standing together under the dim light above the entryway to the den. Finally, Sam led her over to the couch and sat her down, joining her immediately after.

“I’m just gonna get right to the point. I’m really sorry I said what I did. I had no right to talk about you like that. I’m sorry, I really am,” Sam started, squeezing her hands in her own.

“I forgive you. And I’m sorry too,” [Y/N] replied just as quietly. “The fact I said our relationship was a mistake was disgusting. I didn’t mean a word of what I said, I swear. I just…I was hurt, and panicking, and I just wanted to say something to defend myself in the moment. I shouldn’t have said that though.”

Sam grinned, her thumb caressing the back of [Y/N]’s hand soothingly before bringing it up to press a kiss to her knuckles. “I forgive you,” she mumbled against her skin. “Could we both promise not to do that again though? I think that’s the most stress I’ve ever felt in our entire relationship.” [Y/N] chuckled at her words, bringing another genuine smile to her lips. “Yeah, I’d love to make that promise. Nearly cried my whole way home because I felt so bad about what happened.”

With a featherlike touch, Sam pulled [Y/N] into a hug, tucking her face against the crook of her neck and relaxing at the familiar scent of the girl’s shampoo and perfume. Her eyes fluttered shut, a silent sigh slipping through her lips, still perked up in a smile.

“I love you so much,” she whispered.

“I love you too,” came [Y/N]’s reply.

A moment passed, one far more comfortable than the situation from a few hours prior, and the two held onto each other as they swayed side to side. Finally, much to her embarrassment, a low rumble sounded from [Y/N]’s stomach, drawing both of their attention away. Sam leaned back and laughed gently. “Should we order something?” She questioned, already reaching for her phone laying face down on the coffee table.

[Y/N] nodded, laughing along with her. “Yeah. I was too worried during the entire drive to worry about eating, so…I guess it’s better late than never, right?” Sam smirked and nodded. “Yeah, that’s true. I’m in the same boat anyway. What sounds good? Not sure what’s open, but I’m sure we can find something good.”

[Y/N] beamed up at her, already feeling the previously thick tension dissolving at a rapid pace.

Sam picked up her phone after [Y/N] mentioned a few possible choices, clicking onto Google and scrolling through the open restaurants to find something that would satisfy both of their appetites. Eventually, they settled on something fairly cheap nearby, ordering said meal and setting everything up while they waited.

While [Y/N] stayed downstairs to pick something to watch on the TV, as well as gathering nearby blankets, Sam headed upstairs to their spare closet and picked out a few of the fluffiest pillows and blankets she could find. She trailed back downstairs, and the two of them bundled up together underneath their small fort of comfort. They were able to watch a decent amount of what [Y/N] had chosen to play on the screen before their order arrived.

Reluctantly, Sam left the comfort of all of the plush covers and pillows, already missing the warmth of [Y/N] by the time she made it to the door to pay the driver and take the order. Once everything was settled with the deliverer, Sam sauntered back over to the couch. She handed [Y/N] her order, including her drink, then managed to wriggle her way back into her previous spot before diving into her own dish.

As the two downed their food and rinsed it down with their drinks, they leaned further and further against each other. By the time they finished their meal and put the plastic containers and cutlery aside, [Y/N] was resting on top of Sam, both of them still buried underneath layers of their collection of blankets. Her head ended up planting itself atop the blonde’s chest, allowing her to listen to her heartbeat with ease.

Soft, delicate fingers raked their way through [Y/N]’s locks before a small kiss was pressed to her head. She glanced up curiously, only to find Sam beaming back down at her with a look of pure admiration. Her smile was returned just as warmly.

A moment or so passed before [Y/N] turned her head back to face the screen again. Her eyes began to flutter shut as Sam continued to stroke her hair. She fought to keep herself awake, but finally gave in when Sam mumbled a soft, “I love you,” and pressed another kiss to her head, lulling her deeper into slumber with ease.

[zqmbiescorpse]

MASTERLIST ☁︎

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note: everything i write is wlw, mostly video game characters and yellowjackets, all works are posted to ao3! i'm constantly getting ideas, but when i actually write these things is a whole different matter...

TRUTH OR DARE..

kaitlyn ka x female reader, the quarry, no werewolves, 2.8k words, oneshot

GLADIATOR

johanna mason x female reader, the hunger games, longer series, slowburn, ongoing, 7.5k total words so far

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4,

CLIMBING OUT OF HELL

rachel king x female reader, house of ashes, work in progress :(

AFTER THE STORM

samantha giddings x female reader, until dawn, work in progress :(

DESIDERIUM: AN INTENSE LONGING

laura kearney x female reader, the quarry, work in progress :(

THE MORNING AFTER THE LAST

lottie matthews x female reader, yellowjackets, oneshot, best friends to lovers, lottie gets possessed, 5.6k words

LOCKER ROOM

lottie matthews x female reader, yellowjackets, work in progress :(

POSSESSED / POSSESSIVE

lottie matthews x female reader, yellowjackets, work in progress :(

CLEANING YOUR BLOODY WOUNDS

lottie matthews x female reader, yellowjackets, oneshot, s2 ep7 spoilers, looking after lottie, 1.3k words

A HITCH-HIKER'S GUIDE TO LOVE

older lottie matthews x female reader, yellowjackets, based on a submission, work in progress :(

THE NUMBER FIVE

lottie matthews x female reader, yellowjackets, work in progress :(

requests are open <3 (i think?)

[lorebite]

             𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄

             𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: well, this took me an embarrassing long time to finish. lil context; I wanted to write something specific for my dearest friend (@kassiekolchek22) and I wanted to make sure she has some fun [and some involvement] in the creation of the fic as well. so, I made her a quiz and her choices determined the main love interest, the route of the story and the ending! this fic could've turned out a lot more gruesome and horrifying but Kassie unknowingly made the right choices. 😁 by the way, thank you, Kass, for all you do and are. you are one incredible mf! I hope you have fun reading this. 💖

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ minors dni. cursing. fem reader. roommate au. mentions of jealousy due to y/n seeing another guy... so, cheating maybe? explicit sexual material: Josh is a big perv in this. oh, a bit bratty, too. use of toys. small striptease. name calling (whore, slut, etc) and HEAVY degradation. use of the title 'Master'. praises and pet names. switchy Josh. unprotected p in v sex. face slapping. choking. hair pulling. blowjob. cunnilingus. all the filth.

You always tiptoed around that dangerous territory. Always only inches from falling beyond the crooked borderline. That had been the case since the day you took up a room in Josh’s apartment.

He was an instigator of many things but mostly, the spark of desire that spurted and flickered underneath the veil of common courtesy you bore for him as your best friend and also as someone who was kind enough to offer you a place to crash when you moved out of your parents’ house.

At some point, the lines seemed to have blurred beyond recognition. Maybe this was your doing. Maybe his. But in the end, the pull between you was undeniable and you were both sinking, both tugging on the other in an attempt to break the fall but reality approached you rapidly from the bottom with its swallowing grasp.

And it wasn’t until it burst in your face that you finally realized the true nature of your relationship. It was Emily who pointed it out first and as embarrassing as that was, she was the only one who gouged out the bristling attraction between you from the clipped, tension riddled words you exchanged together. Not that you caved in the beginning. You didn’t believe it yourself until you sat down and really thought about it. And surely, there it was, staring you right between the eye; the mortifying factor of your feelings.

That was when the gaping mouth of truth opened even wider. You got stuck in a limbo of flirtation and shame. A vicious cycle that you both fueled enough to make it rear its head with glaring obviousness every time you tried look the other way.

But of course, you never denied yourself in private. Oh, never!

In the confines of your own room, you were the master of creation; a blissful covert world that only you lived in with a hand between your thighs and a name on your tongue. Only you knew of the wants, the beckoning of desire that rendered you absolutely mindless for a tinge of its real, tangible counterpart. But this was all you had and you feared losing it if it ever became known.

But then again – Josh Washington was nothing if not a daring instigator. He was the codeine to the numbing ache that struck in your chest… and other unspeakable places. Sometimes you wondered if there was any truth to the sweet flirtation that made your head spin; if he also felt any ounce of that same crippling lust that had taken complete hold of you and made your nights into sinful rituals of messy sheets and silent moans into the pillow.

And perhaps, he did. Because in Josh’s mind, there unfolded a very similar war which in turn had him wishing he could have you on the very same nights. All the playfulness, the particular sweetness and deliberate touches of his fingers stamped all over what he tried to call a friendship; unforgiving stains that reminded him each time where really stood with you.

That was why he tried to be a part of any aspect of your life that he could and you allowed. Being best friends with you left space for something like that. So, when he found out you were seeing another guy, he never thought he could come to hate a person he had never met before. 

And then he really started to insert himself in your life.

It was quite a thing to watch as it happened. You could sense the jealousy seep from his words; those passive aggressive comments that made you roll your eyes and wave him off rudely. But all that was a simple ruse from the beginning and it was working in your favor perfectly. You scolded him when he was in your presence but in private, in the same four-cornered confines that was your lone world, you imagined an entirely different thing to culminate your nights.

However, Josh only had so much patience. Soon he was tired of your antics, the way you seemed to parade this new guy around whether he was present with you or not. And when you told him you haven’t made it official with him, yet… that was the final straw for him.

The evening you were getting ready for your date, like every other evening it seemed at this point, he stood just outside your bedroom door and watched you silently as you adjusted your clothes and fixed your makeup. 

He couldn’t help how his eyes roved your body. The chastising voice in the back of his mind did little to stop his wanton gaze. And somewhere from the depths of his psyche, his inexplicable envy jumped forward again. This was all supposed to be for him. Those dark coated lips were meant to kiss only him. But no. You had to have this other guy on your arm now. Ridiculous.  

“When are you coming back?” His tone came much more accusatory than he intended and he almost physically cringed when you sufficed to giving him a stern look from the reflection of your vanity mirror; a blunt mind your own business look that made the strike of his heartbeats sting in his chest. He swallowed thickly. “Just making sure if I should leave the front door unlocked for you.”

“Don’t bother. I’m spending the night at Jason’s.”

Josh nearly gagged at the mention of the name. He knew it was childish but his jealousy was childish. You weren’t his girl. He didn’t have any rights to all these visceral emotions. He crossed his arms over his chest and bit the inside of his cheek, pretending to be suddenly interested in the contents of your room instead.

His eyes shifted back to you when your phone began ringing on the nightstand, following your movements as you reached for it and held it against your ear. Then in a voice so soft and sweet you responded, “hey, baby.”

He rolled his eyes but caught himself immediately when you turned around, his shoulder nearly slipping off of the doorframe. He recoiled away from you when you headed towards the door, the icy pinprick of shame spreading underneath his cheeks. You turned briefly with a hand plastered over the phone to address him once more, your head gesturing towards the chair in the bedroom. 

“Could you bring my jacket?”

Josh sighed and stepped inside the room with heavy feet, reaching for the jacket right before his eyes darted to the hot pink specifically shaped object on the desk.

“Holy shit…” He muttered breathlessly. A crude grin swept across his face, his previous bitterness quickly gone. “Holy fucking shit. (Y/N), what’ve you been up to?”

He moved slowly towards the desk as if maneuvering through a minefield, shooting a quick glance over his shoulder into the crack in the door. You were a safe distance away. He could see the profile of your body walking the span of the living room, lost to the conversation on the other side of the phone.

Josh chewed his lip. An array of perversion invaded his mind as he reached for the toy sitting idly on the old dark wood, practically begging for his attention. He picked it up and turned it between his fingers. Have you used it recently? He was curious to find out.

He mulled over the thought for less than fraction of a moment before he was nearing the dildo to his mouth, tongue slithering out to claim a taste – a long wet stripe across the silicone skin – before he sucked the rubber tip gently between his lips. He damn nearly moaned at the leftover saltiness that took over his tongue.

“Dirty girl,” he rasped quietly to himself. “Left this for me to find, didn’t you?”

“The hell’s taking so long?”

Your voice came closer than Josh had liked though he made no reaction to it, only slowly turning his shoulder halfway to meet the fierce look on your face with a smirk.

“That doesn’t look like my fucking jacket.” You sneered at him, folding your arms. The guy merely returned a grin as a response. 

“Well, you should’ve put this away if you didn’t want me to find it.” He tutted playfully and your fired up nerves crawled like bugs under your skin. “Cos I just fell for the bait. Whoops!”

He looked far too excited for somebody who had just been caught doing something he shouldn’t have. Your heart, in turn, leered with excitement. Your body trembled from the adrenaline that raced like molten iron through your blood. You couldn’t believe it was that easy.

Josh hummed. His gaze only briefly tore away from you to eye the toy in his hand. “So nice and big.” The toy bounced up and down on his palm, making a suggestive tapping noise every time it landed back on his skin. “That’s what you like, huh? You like having your tight little pussy filled. Can you even take a dick like this? Does your sweet little Jason live up to these bigexpectations?” He made an exaggerated gasp, eyes growing round. “Oh, wait! He doesn’t even fuck you.” He snickered. “Must be so hard. Poor thing.”

If one thing was evident, Josh would never stay down once taken a fall. You knew this was mostly his resentment doing the talking for him but the way he turned this around on you was baffling. You were at your wit’s limit. All the ways this conversation could’ve gone and all the responses you had prepared were completely pointless now.

Before long – before you could manage one single answer – Josh was pushing the toy onto your hand.

“Show me how you do it,” he smirked, jerking the object to urge you to take it when you hesitated. “Come on, little bat. Don’t go all shy on me now.”

The pet name made a delicious shiver run down your back and spill into a pool of heat in your core. You swallowed, gaze trailing from Josh’s long fingers around your used toy to the overtly mischievous look on his features. Back and forth. 

Once the dildo was finally sitting in your palm, he crossed the room and sat down on the edge of your bed where he could have all the reach to make his demands. His eyes drank you in as if he was seeing you for the first time. 

“What are you waiting for?” Your heart leapt at the low smooth resonance of his voice, deeper now that air had shifted into something less innocent in the room – now that you had given in to his will. “Take off your clothes.”

Your lips flickered silently. What were you trying to say again? You couldn’t remember anymore. All thoughts of reason had turned into nothing worth more than a string of vague noises on your tongue. Josh grinned widely at you, cocking his head. You would humiliate him for the growing tent in his jeans if you weren’t vibrating from excitement. 

Tossing the toy on the bed to free your fingers, you let them down beneath the hem of your dress and lifted it over your thigh. Perhaps you were moving too fast because Josh felt the necessity to insert his objection and wave a disapproving finger in the air.

“Ah, ah, ah! Slower. I wanna enjoy this.”

You choked down a snarky comment, glaring holes into that shameless look on his face before you relented and heaved a deep sigh. You began moving your fingers much more slowly this time – skin coyly and teasingly brushing over your body, layers coming undone one slow instance at a time until you were down to only your undergarments. It was enough to make your own breath hitch with anticipation of what he was going to make you do next. 

Josh whistled loudly and you felt your body flush as his greedy eyes devoured your form. A wolfish smile was on his lips as he propped his chin against his palm.

“Those, too.” He said, pointing at your underwear.

Your ears rang with your pulse. You only managed a small “what?” before his smile broadened into something truly startling; this once sweet boy turned into a ravenous animal within minutes. How that wild essence managed to fit in his gentle soul was beyond you. 

“You heard me. Get naked.”

You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest; more so to hide yourself from your own emotions that were quickly manifesting themselves physically. You didn’t want to let on how easily he could have an effect on you – how you could already feel yourself become wet from his words and not even his touch. 

Josh merely tilted his head again, eyes flickering down and immediately noticing how you were pressing your thighs together. His smirk deepened and you fought back a frustrated groan.

“You’re just gonna sit there and boss me around like that?” You snapped.

“That’s about right,” he nodded slowly. “I’m gonna tell you what to do and you’re gonna do exactly as you’re told like the good little whore you are.”

The new nickname stung a bit as you didn’t expect to hear it. But soon it turned into a fluttering heat in your veins. 

“Now make yourself useful.”

It was embarrassing how quickly you reacted this time, refusing to lose any more to hesitation and ridding yourself of the last shreds of fabric that covered your body. Josh leered once the pieces fell to the ground and at your feet.

“See, that wasn’t so hard now, was it? All that fuss for nothing.”

He used two fingers to beckon you to him and you obeyed. His large palms sat on your waist and pulled you closer, his lips finding the slope between your breasts and inhaling your scent sharply. He hummed and smiled against your skin.

“Why hide all this, right? Pretty dolls like you are only made to be used like dirty little sluts after all – now say it for me.” 

You gaped, eyes blown wide. Josh’s nails dug mercilessly into your flesh and you hissed, a frown pulling at your brows.

“Say I deserve to be treated like a slut.” You hooked your lip between your teeth, gaze avoidant. He clicked his tongue, his fingers tapping impatiently against your hip to draw your attention again. “Look at me when you say it.”

You peeled your eyes off of the ground and forced yourself to meet his. You felt small under his gaze; so heavy you could feel yourself sink, the feeling of his warm hands on your skin the only thing anchoring you to reality. 

“I – fuck – I deserve to be treated like a slut.”

“Good girl,” he mused. “Now get on the bed and show me what you can do.”

A quivery breath flitted through your lips as you crawled over the soft linen sheets after Josh made space for you to join him. You leaned against the headboard, his arms wrapping around you and tugging you to his chest. His mouth hovered close to your ear, brushing the skin every now and again with his warm lips and uneven breaths.

Josh’s still clothed body felt uncomfortable against your delicate skin. But his hands were careful upon you, gliding over you with featherlike softness as you erected your knees on the bed and held your toy down below your stomach.  

You slid the dildo up and down between your swollen lips, its tip hardly pushing in and yet it met your entrance with lewd noises of your juices quickly gushing out of you. Josh sucked in a sharp breath by your ear, his fingers tightening on your skin.

“Fuck, so wet for me already—you dirty puppy.” Your walls gripped at air and you nearly kicked your hips up as the toy brushed over your sensitive clit. “Easy now. Easy.” He giggled. 

You began rubbing slow circles onto your clit, short bursts of breath escaping your slackened mouth as you fought hard not to arch your back. The close proximity wasn’t making it any easier for you. Not when Josh whispered freely under your ear. His orders spurred you further on and his praises and promises stoked the flickering sparks in your core to high flames. 

He pressed kisses to your jawline, his fingers dancing dangerously close to the swell of your breast. They brushed absentmindedly over you, eliciting jolts of pleasure that coursed like electricity through your skin. Your mind reeled from it all, weak with desire, trembling with need.

“Josh…” You choked out and he only hummed in response. “I need you.”

You felt his grin grow against your temple. “Already? Tsk, tsk. Fucking pathetic. What would Jason think, hmm?” He snickered and the mocking sound woke goosebumps on your skin. “The sweet girl with a face as pure as an angel’s – who would’ve thought a little slut’s been hiding in here all along?” 

You spoke his name again. More urgent this time. But he only continued to tease you. His lips ghosted over the hollow of your throat as you arched your neck, the vibrating toy slotted deep inside you, carefully pumping in and out.

“Go on, babe. Beg me for it.” Josh growled, his teeth clamped on the shell of your ear. “If you want my cock, you have to earn it first.”

You stammered; unintelligible words giving way to moans and whimpers as you fucked yourself faster. Josh slapped your hip lightly in warning, clicking his tongue.

“Now now, don’t be so greedy. Slow down.” 

But you didn’t listen. Your fingers continued to slide the dildo in and out of you rapidly, making yourself writhe and moan uncontrollably as you sped towards your climax. 

Josh put a hand down on yours in an attempt to pry the toy away but you fended off his offending fingers; and when he didn’t yield, you wormed out of his embrace and sat up, sacrificing your own pleasure at the expense of something else – something much more wicked – that you had in mind.

You turned upon all fours, core throbbing with a pending orgasm but you ignored it to glare at your roommate who was staring at you with a soft frown. His cheeks were flushed and his chest heaved erratically, the straight threads of his hair fallen messily over his forehead. 

You crawled closer to his open and susceptible form, his eyes falling from yours to land on your lips when you were a hair breadth away, his own mouth falling agape as if to follow after you. A smirk crossed your face.

“What are you doing?” Josh asked hoarsely.

He nearly jumped when you swung your leg over his thighs and sat yourself down on his crotch; taken aback by that simple action, his fingers immediately found purchase on your waist. Your palm moved along his body, trailing a path from his belt to his shoulder before pressing to the side of his neck. 

“I’m sick of you bossing me around,” you mumbled. “You really need to shut the fuck up.”

A challenging smile curved his mouth. “Oh, yeah? Make me then.”

The last of his words died right on his tongue when your lips collided with his, coaxing a muffled moan from him. A small noise that didn’t fall short of how surprised it sounded. You moved at a bruising pace, mostly fueled by the testing giggle that slipped from Josh’s lips to yours. It was as if he didn’t take you seriously. 

You buried your fingers in his hair and pulled. He hissed, his head pushing back against the headboard with the force of your hand. Your lips latched onto his neck immediately, not giving him even a second’s worth of recovery. 

His fingers dug and scratched at your body, his chest arched into yours when you sucked his skin between your teeth and he whined something almost incomprehensible – something about this change of course not being totally fair. Josh whimpered through the complaints; one after another as your kisses refused to cease upon his skin. He only became worse when you began slowly grinding against him.

“You’re such a bully.” He whined but his hands pulled you tighter to himself, a silent protest when you stopped to cast him an incredulous glare. “You’re so mean… Meanie. You’re a big meanie, (Y/N).”

“If you think this is mean, you haven’t seen anything, yet.”

You pulled away from him and he grumbled, one hand reaching out with curling fingers grabbing at air, urging you back towards himself. Your eyes remained on his as your hand began fumbling with his belt. 

“Shut up.” You hissed and Josh’s pout twisted into a roguish smile. 

“Right, right. You’re in charge now. My bad.” He nodded animatedly. “Don’t want Master to punish me.”

You made a pause at the title as you undid his jeans. Then you began pulling his cock out. Much slowly than you initially meant to. 

That was an involutory movement, or lack thereof, really, but you couldn’t help it. That word immediately set your core alight. The soft wince that flashed across Josh’s features as you fisted his length didn’t slip your attention – as quickly as it had come and gone. However, He had noticed your small reaction as well.

“Oh, you like it when I call you that? You’re full of surprises, Master.” His eyes had a mischievous glint when you looked at him again, his tongue hooked inside his cheek. “What else are you hiding behind that pretty face, ha?” 

“I won’t repeat myself again, Josh.” You warned.

“Or you’re gonna hurt me? That’s the thing though. I don’t think you can.” You gave him a stern glare but he only continued to pummel you with his taunts. “I’m just too much for you, babe. I don’t think you can handle it.”

You narrowed your eyes, brows drawing close. “Say that one more time.”

Josh leaned forward, his hot breath fanning across your lips and his gaze burning deeply into yours with his smile permanently etched onto his features.

“I said, you… can’t… do shit. There. What are you gonna do about it?”

Your palm flew across his face, meeting his cheek with a stinging slap. His neck tilted to the side from the impact. He slowly turned his eyes back to yours, still broad and riddled with shock. 

“Did you just… hit me?” You responded with another strike of your fingers. He groaned, the rough sound morphing into a moan when you grabbed a fistful of his hair again and pulled harshly at his roots. “Oh, fuckfuckfuck! I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll shut up, I promise.”

But you knew better than that. Josh loved to run his mouth until it drove you up the wall. 

You wrapped your hand around his neck and squeezed. Gently, at first. Then the grip quickly grew more and more unforgiving. Josh gasped. His fingers coiled around your wrist but he made no attempt to stop you.

“Oh, fuck—okay.” He laughed breathlessly. “You’re really going for it.”

“Why are you still talking?”

That smothered the words in his throat. He stared at you with his mouth ajar, visible goosebumps running along his arms at the sudden raise of your voice. He nodded fervently as if to finally acknowledge what was being asked of him.

His eyes rolled up into his head when your grip tightened even more, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He gagged and pushed his head back against the headboard. That was when you finally let go only to move down along his body to where his cock sat hard and leaking between your bodies.

You reached for your toy and turned it on again to put it to better use. Josh eyed your movements with a frown. He opened his mouth, almost blurting out the question on his tongue, before he decided against it. He was following your order. Wow. Fucking unbelievable. 

You shot him a grin as you held the dildo over his cock, its vibrating tip barely touching Josh’s flushed one and yet, it still managed to make him flinch. He sucked in a sharp gulp of breath, his fingers clutching at the bedsheets.

“Aw, you’re so sensitive,” you crooned mockingly. “Adorable.”

“This is so not fair.”

“Stop it, Joshy. You’re breaking my heart.” 

He groaned, bucking his hips as you began circling the head of his cock with the vibrator. He was panting and sobbing out frustrated moans; torn between wanting to let you have your way and taking back control. And he could just flip you over and take you like a starved animal but he was already long lost in the throes of pleasure to let his mind take control of his movement. He just needed more and more and more.

Josh’s lips moved slowly, his eyes roaming aimlessly across the span of the ceiling, fingers flexing and unflexing over the bedsheets. Your body uncoiled like a serpentine ready to strike, a knowing look in your glimmering eyes as you cocked your head and cooed at him.

“What is it, sweetheart? Do you wanna say something?”

The words were gentle but your tone – that was what made the hair bristle on the back of his neck. You didn’t mean to be merciful. You had every intention to ruin him and he could hear it seep through the soft glow of your face and your sweet smile. What had he done?

“No.” He croaked. Your brows rose on your forehead. “No?” You echoed. Then you shrugged nonchalantly. “Alright. Then you don’t mind if I use you for myself.”

He shook his head. He meant to say that you already had him; that at this point, whatever you wanted to do to him, he was going to take it eagerly. But you were already changing positions and he resigned to watching you move yourself over his cock. He gasped when he felt the tip of his cock graze your entrance.

“Oh—fuck!” He arched his back and pressed his nails into your waist when you slid to the hilt in one swift pump. “Holy shi—give me a fucking warning first.”

You only smiled and picked yourself up, your hands gripping Josh’s shoulders for balance as you did. He was already shaking; the ordeal of the entire night having taken its toll on him as he teetered dangerously close to the brink. His warm hands cupped your thighs and began guiding you back down, driven by his own impatience.

Quickly, you lost the rhythm as Josh bounced you up and down on his cock. You let him for a while. Until you noticed the telltale signs of his orgasm as his face crumpled and sweat beaded at his brow. That was when you grabbed his wrists and forced him to stop. 

“I was close,” he whimpered. “Why—why did you stop? I was so fucking close.”

You smiled, simply responding, “I know.” You took the buckle of his loosened belt and yanked it out, freeing the slip of leather onto your hand. “Give me your hands.”

Josh hesitantly offered his wrists, already knowing where this was going. You spared a small glance at his reddened face before you began binding him with the belt. Then you lifted yourself and he slipped free from your soaked walls with a groan. 

“Come on,” you patted a hand to the mattress. You were now standing over the edge of the bed, burning eyes staring down at him expectantly. “Lie down for me.” 

He obeyed, slowly shifting until his back was resting against the sheets. His eyes could never linger on you for more than a few seconds. You chuckled at the visible anxiety on his face and watched as the red grew deeper in his cheeks at the little mocking sound.

“Arms over your head. And you better keep them there. Am I clear?” Josh nodded, throat bobbing as he swallowed and raised his bound wrists over his shoulders. You grinned. “Good boy.”

You pulled Josh’s pants off of his legs and tossed them to the floor and he watched you through it silently. Brushing your fingers along his thighs, you eyed the trail of goosebumps racing across his skin from the cold of your touch before your gaze moved to his face and clenched jaw.

“It’s not fair if I’m the only naked one here.”

His eyes followed the graceful movement of your body slowly closing in on his as your shadow towered over him. He lifted his chin in an attempt to capture your lips against his when your face came inches apart but you drew back with a taunting smirk and began unbuttoning his shirt instead, your mouth, going instead to traverse the bare expanse of skin as you revealed them bit by bit – from his neck to his chest, all the way down to his stomach. You only stopped a few breaths shy of his throbbing cock.

You stood again and grabbed hold of his legs, fingers locked securely in the back of his knees before you pulled them apart. The redness had burrowed all the way down to his neck, his legs trembling with anticipation in your clutch. He was truly a sight; spread out so sweetly under you and right at your mercy, ready to be taken and used. All for your own pleasure. All for you. 

It flooded you with something carnal, filling you with such need to put your teeth and nails to his skin and make him cry out your name. You bit your lip and fought to will the raw ask of desire to quiet as you coiled your fingers around Josh’s cock and angled him with your opening. It was much too hard to resist the fast temptation but you managed. The beast should remain asleep for now.

Josh gasped and pushed his head back when your walls engulfed him once more, fingers curled into fists above the restraints. His stomach tightened and released, the muscles rippling gently with twisting pleasure. A strangled moan caught in his throat and his chest hitched with the broken sound. He still kept a sealed tongue.

“Not giving up, yet?” You mocked with a grin and Josh nearly groaned at the offensive quirk of your lips. “All you gotta do is ask, you know.”

His ankles were in your grasp as you thrust your hips against his ass in a long and slow rhythm, each stroke of your warm walls deep and wet and embracing him like a fleshy cocoon. It took him a good minute to shake his head in response to your question and you made an exaggerated moue of disappointment.

If he was being honest with himself, he didn’t trust his voice to not break in his throat if he spoke. This was a new side to you – a much bolder one. Maybe he would even call you cruel with the way you tugged so roughly at his skin and your features contorted into a scowl whenever you let yourself get carried away. It was as though you lost all sense of self in those brief moments and forgot that he was even there to begin with; using him only as a means for your own pleasure.

His eyes flickered to yours for a hesitant instance and found you watching him intently – as if he was going to suddenly collapse into nothing right there on the cheap messy bed; as if you could see the struggle to voice his want. All he had to do was ask. However, he wasn’t certain he was willing to swallow his pride, yet.

“Such a silly girl, (Y/N),” he managed a laugh through heavy huffs of breath. “You think I can’t just break out of this stupid fucking belt?” 

He began struggling against the restraint, his brows fixed into a determined frown. For a moment, you were wholly confident that he wasn’t going to be able to free himself until, much to your horror, you saw the leather grow loose and in time, a knowing smile creep onto his lips.

“Oh, would you look at that?”

Josh grasped the belt in one fist as he pulled his legs back and sat himself up, another hand coming to grab your arm and shove you down onto the mattress. His legs straddled your waist, fingers quickly working to wrap your wrists in the slip of leather as you fought for control. His mocking giggles followed you through your angry grunts and sharp exhales of breath. He leaned back to smile down at you once he was done. Your face was crumpled into a scowl.

“Oh, my god! You look so fucking pissed.” He gave another laugh. A louder one that made you growl and bristle but Josh was quick to pin your arms back down to the mattress. “No, baby. You’re staying down. It’s my turn. Now open your mouth.”

He clenched a hand around his cock and inched himself closer to your face. His tip pressed against your lips, gently prying into their seam. 

“Come on. Be a good girl for me.” He demanded breathlessly, one of his hands sinking into the crown of your hair. “Give me your tongue.”

You finally opened your mouth and let your tongue out right underneath the head of Josh’s cock. He was already leaking and you could taste the clear rivulets dripping down onto your chin. 

He lifted his cock and let it fall back down, the swollen tip meeting your tongue with a delicate wet sound. He repeated the action a few times before you decided to wrap your lips around him, quieting his crazed giggle into a quivery gasp once he sank into the warmth of your mouth, his hand in your hair tightening painfully. 

Your cheeks hollowed as your tongue dragged across the soft skin just beneath the head of his cock, wetness upon wetness pooling like a lucid halo where your mouth embraced Josh. A gentle moan rolled off his lips, his legs already trembling around your head.  

“Oh—fuck!” He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes squeezing shut as his head tilted up, lips ajar. “Your mouth feels incredible, baby. Keep—please keep going. Mmm, yeah, that’s it. Just like that.”

It was easy to ignore the vacancy of air and the growing sting of dryness in your throat as you watched him squirm and struggle for his orgasm. Your scalp burned under his fingernails; your mouth was so full you could only manage a string of muffled moans when he began moving his hips, carefully sliding himself in and out through your lips. 

“Good girl. You’re doing so fucking good for me.” Josh muttered, voice hoarse and quivering. “You can take it deeper, too, can’t you?”

You nodded and that was all the affirmation he needed to up his speed. Enough for your throat to constrict reflexively with every stroke of his cock that grazed it. Tears pricked the corner of your vision as you gagged, fingers twisting tightly over your head. Josh groaned heatedly as he drew hard thrusts. When his eyes met yours, they softened immediately. His hand released your hair to caress your cheek.

“Are you doing alright, sweetheart?”

Your head dipped in agreement as quickly as it could with your mouth stuffed full. Josh smiled softly, his thumb catching a stray tear slipping down across your temple. 

“Such a good puppy.” He sucked the damp pad of his digit between his lips. “Good puppies deserve treats, right? I think you earned yours.”

A soft frown formed at your brows. What exactly was he suggesting?

Josh pulled himself out of your mouth, heaving a small grunt when you released him soundly, thick ropes of glistening fluid oozing down to your chest in return. The sight was enough to make him want to fuck himself back into your throat but he swallowed dryly, reining in his urgent desire. 

“Turn around and get on all fours.” He demanded and you followed, albeit quite awkwardly, your bound wrists leaving very little room for comfortable movement.

You felt the bed sink behind you as Josh hovered over your back, his shadow filling your periphery and the skin of your behind tingling beneath his warm fingertips. Soon you felt the familiar throbbing tip of his cock prying into your folds and heard the sensitive, delicate moan that slipped past his lips. 

He was so fucking close. That much was evident for you. You could almost feel the needy twitching of his shaft as he burrowed deep inside you, his pace already maddening and erratic. He panted heavily behind you, his fingers digging imprints into your waist, nails scratching mercilessly at the skin. His once clear praises and curses turned muddled and strung lazily together.

Your walls fluttered as your core gave way to shuddering heat and engulfed you like a licking flame but Josh’s speed wasn’t enough for it to take over.

“Are you close?” He croaked. “I can feel you squeezing me. Say you wanna cum for me and I’ll let you.” 

No way you were going to do that. You were never going to be the first to beg and if tonight, Josh refused to give into you, you weren’t going to be the one who did it instead. You shook your head vigorously though you weren’t sure he could see it.

“Come on. Let me hear you beg for it.” 

But just as he kept a tight lip over the seemingly simple request earlier, you did exactly the same. Dignity blocking the opening for the floodgate. 

Soon he was brimming you whole with warmth, his trembling cry echoing in the room that followed immediately as his cum filled you in heaps. He fell into the grasp of his own climax before he could give you yours. But who was really at fault here?

Josh remained inside you as his breathing slowed, only pulling out when he calmed down enough for his vision to cease churning before his eyes. You heard his low hiss as his cock let you go and his fingers eased upon your skin; all before he was turning you around to face him again. His fingers gripped your chin firmly.

“So, you wanna be stubborn like that?”

“Two can play at one game, sweetheart.” You smiled, sickly sweet.

“Is that so?” He drawled. A mischievous smirk quirked his lips. It was the softest smile you’ve seen him don tonight and it made your heart stagger. “Lie down.”

You arched a brow at him but he met your defiance with a palm against your shoulder, promptly pushing you down against the mattress. 

Josh was between your legs again, now holding them apart and slowly descending his mouth to your yearning cunt. His eyes bore into yours, waiting for the flicker of reaction that was bound to sweep across your features once his tongue claimed you.

And sure enough, it did; face distorting with a flash of plea and need before you forced yourself to play indifference. However, you were well aware. You were just as desperate to cum as he was moments prior. But you were still too prideful to speak it. And Josh was too prideful to let you go without making you admit to it first.

His mouth was torture upon you. Each lap of his tongue slow and deliberate; each time he cupped his lips around you showy and intentional. He knew very well what he was doing to you and what you were denying yourself of. But pride was the heavy burden in the way. But it was getting harder and harder to resist its temptation as you hurtled towards your orgasm. That matter, he knew all too well as well.

“It’s easier to give in, baby.” He mumbled against you. “Just say the words and I’ll let you cum.”

Your lips fluttered, words wishing to escape but your tongue refusing to allow for any way. However, your resolve was waning frighteningly fast. You were quickly caving in under the pressure of your dire need for precious release. You were so close to falling over the edge and now, you could no longer even remember what was holding you back.

“I wanna – I wanna cum.” You squeaked out.

A playful hum vibrated on his tongue. “You can do better than that.”

“Please—” Your voice rose an octave, face burning with humiliation as you tried again. “Please let me cum.”

“Say ‘please make me cum, Master’.”

“You gotta be fucking with me.” Josh slowed almost to a stop at that and you nearly cried out in desperation, stammering to correct yourself. “Shit—okay. Fine. Please make me cum, Master. Please—just—just let me fucking finish.”

You felt him grin against you. “That’s better.”

Josh increased his pace and all the pent up pressure of the night leapt to the forefront, lurching like a rapidly webbing net within your core. You writhed and mewled as he accompanied you with the slick noises of his mouth and his own breathless gasps of moan. 

At long last, you collapsed into spiraling pleasure. The room rang with the aftershock of your orgasm; shallow breaths turning calm, rapid heartbeats growing more measured. Josh scattered gentle kisses across the length of your body until his lips were upon yours, pressing upon you with delicacy.

He pulled you on top of him as he laid down, his arm twisting around your back. His hand sank in your hair, the threads slipping in and out through his long fingers. The cool waft of his breaths brushed the top of your head in time with the even rise and fall of his chest and every light pulse of his heart. 

It felt oddly domestic lying with you like this. As if you’d done this many times before. As if you’d spent so many nights together on the same bed, counting the dark specks on the ceiling under a weak yellow light. So, Josh had to make sure he wasn’t the only feeling this way. 

“So, where do we go from here?” He asked, voice roiled with uncertainty. 

He continued to comb through your hair, only stopping when you lifted your head to smile at him – a genuine smile. It ignited a beacon of hope in the pit of his heart, making his reflect the sweet twist of your lips.

“I’m still going on that date.”

“What?” Josh shrieked, his face stricken with a look of horror. “Are you serious?”

You shrugged, giggling. 

“It’s not fucking funny.”

“It’s funny to me.” You grinned, your lip rolling back between your teeth. “You’re so cute when you’re jealous.”

His eyes narrowed into slits, brows drawing close with suspicion. “I fucking knew it.” He muttered before he was flipping you over and getting on top of you again.

Your eyes blew wide, hands pressed to his shoulders for darling balance. Josh glared down at you though the hard look seemed far from resentful. His eyes twinkled through his unkempt fringe, the green dark and mischievous. 

“You’re gonna give him a call now and cancel tonight’s plans.” He said as he took your wrists and held them by your head down on the bed. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”

“Is that a warning?” You chuckled.

A crooked smile sat in the corner of his mouth. “It’s a fucking promise.”

[zeezelweazel]

Until Dawn| NSFW Headcanons|

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I would love to write more until dawn & the quarry as well so send in your requests :)

TW: praise kink (sam, jess), body worship (jess), bondage (emily), pet play(ash), rough sex(ash)

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• Sam •

- Out of all the girls Sam is the most vanilla one. It's not like sex with her is boring, it's anything but. She's just pretty tame when it comes down to it. Would take a bit of convincing if you want her to try something new but she definitely won't venture to far on the kinky side. She, not so secretly, loves it when you call her 'good girl' but that's as far as she'll go with pet names during sex.

- She's a switch with no specific preference. You want her to top you? Get ready for your legs to turn into jello. You want to top her? You'll watch her whimper and moan beneath you as she begs for you to touch her just a bit more.

- Absolutely loves marks. It doesn't matter who they're on. She prefers it when you leave hickeys on places that aren't visible, just so she doesn't have to go through the hassle of covering them up. Her favourite place to mark is your thighs. Her favourite place to spend her day is between your legs and the amount of purple marks on your soft skin are a constant reminder of that.

• Jessica •

- Sex is one of the best things in your relationship with Jessica. She is super energetic and horny most of the time so you two have sex on a regular basis. She isn't too vanilla or too kinky. Middle is good. She would have trouble getting out of her comfort zone though. It's a given that she would be hesitant to trying new things in the bedroom because of her underlying insecurities.

- Speaking of her insecurities, she loves when you show her how much you love and appreciate her through sex. She'd definitely be into body worship and would be delighted to spend just as much time loving your body as you do with hers.

- She's a bottom leaning switch. She's also very vocal in the bedroom and you definitely know when you're doing a good job. One of the things that get her going is praise. She loves the feeling especially when it's paired up with some good old dry humping. If you whisper sweet praises in her ear while she's riding your thigh she'll absolutely melt.

• Emily •

- Much like many other things in your relationship, sex with Emily is a wild ride. She might seem like the dominant top that will roughly give away control, but she's a power bottom at heart.

- She's quite a kinky person. Em is a goner the moment handcuffs and gags appear. It surprised you at first, how such a strong and blunt person had the desire to be topped and dominated. It would take time for the both of you to find a balance but when you do, get ready for the best sex you'll ever have. Em will act like a brat on purpose just to rile you up. It's one of her favourite past times, considering how much she enjoys the punishments that always follow.

- Another thing that Em surprisingly loves is when you pay special attention to her tits. They are very sensitive and playing with her chest never fails to make her whine and whimper while she writhes and rubs her thighs together. Em is neither loud nor quiet. Her sounds are mostly breathless moans and whimpers. She will almost never beg you to touch her, you must driver her crazy for her to reach the beginning point.

• Ashley •

- Undoubtedly the kinkiest one of them all is sweet and quiet Ashley. You know what they say, it's always the quiet ones.

- She's definitely into pet play and adores it when you call her 'kitten' during sex. She is a bottom and cannot top anyone for the life of her. She has a normal sex drive but when she does get horny she's very needy. You're going to immediately know when she's in the mood, she can't hide it even if she wants to. She'd want you to be rough with her. Spank her, slap her, pull her hair, bite her. She's into that shit. She also loves face sitting. Preferably with you on top. She has a lot of secret fantasies, as your relationship progresses and she starts to trust you more she'll let you in on them. She would be very happy if you tried them with her. She would also be excited to bring cameras in the mix.

- The idea of filming a video of you fucking her just so you can potentially jerk off to it makes her so incredibly wet. She would also take a lot of nudes and would on purpose send them to you when she knows you won't be able to do anything about it.

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[princesssmars]

warm me up, baby

a sam x mike x fem!reader thought

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

wc : 1577

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

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

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

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

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

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

kind of.

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

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

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

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

after that night things...changed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

which they were going to.

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

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

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

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

you were...very wrong.

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

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

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

but things got weird on the second day.

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

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

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

now, you had two options.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[illusioninfnty]

day 3 ; quickie

↠ sam giddings x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[xetlynn]

Joshua Washington x Reader master list!

Introduction!

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Until Dawn Imagines!

[kokomos]

❂ 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟

jessica riley relationship headcanons

+ Always so excited when she gets to see you! Runs up to you and traps you in a bear hug before giving you sloppy kisses on your cheeks.

+ Hates being away from you for long periods of time. She's a bit of a clingy girlfriend meaning she wants a lot of your free time to be spent with one another. Whenever you two are apart she's planning the next time she can see you, she can't help but miss you!

+ Constant physical affection is a must if you're dating her. She loves the reassurance she gets when you touch her. Her favorite is when you wrap an arm around her waist to get real close to her. Adores having your face in the crook of her neck.

+ Definitely treats your lap like her own personal throne; enjoys the feelings of your hands holding onto her hips and thighs.

+ Kind of like a puppy in love; she's quick to blindly follow her heart and it hurts her more often than not.

+ Feels compelled to do anything in her power to make your life easier ie. do the chores she knows you dread.

+ Since before you two even officially started dating, she's given you so many nicknames in passing that you're sure she can't even keep track of the ones assigned to you. Her go-to is the casual babe or baby. She also wouldn't mind if you called her princess every now and again.

+ She's always asking you questions about yourself. It's important to her that the both of you are knowledgeable on the topic of each other. It's something that makes her feel more close to you than anyone else.

  - "If you could do anything, like anything ever, for the rest of your life, what would you wanna do? By the way, you can say me, I wouldn't mind complying with that answer at all."

+ Quick with the comebacks. Be prepared to lose gracefully if you ever get into an argument with her because there's no way she's letting you win.

+ So playful with everyone but the most with you! She tries to live life somewhat lightheartedly believing that's what can bring her the most happiness.

+ Prefers to forgive and forget. Doesn't understand the whole idea of focusing so much energy onto someone in order to get revenge. If the opportunity presents itself that's another thing though!

+ She's an open book once she trusts you and it doesn't take a lot for her to put her trust in someone. Doesn't care about the risks involved with loving and losing someone, she sees it as a necessary part of life.

+ Big gossiper!! Constantly pulling you aside during an event to catch you up real quick on any updates with the drama. Please be enthusiastic/receptive while she's talking to you about this kind of stuff! She means no harm by it and stays positive about the people involved unless they've done something totally heinous.

  - "I need to tell you what I just found out about that girl and her boyfriend. So last weekend, when she was visiting family out of town…"

+ Says she needs your help to do her braids but really she can do them by herself in under five minutes. She'll take any chance she can to feel your fingers in her hair.

+ On days where she's feeling lazy, she makes you do her whole make-up routine. No mercy, she doesn't care if you guys sit there for hours, it needs to be done and it needs to be done right. She shows her gratuity with a shower of compliments and calculated kisses as to not mess up all your hard work.

  - "Oh my god, babe! You're so good at this, I should make you do my make-up every day. Kidding, don't worry."

+ Secretly insecure behind all that confidence. She can become pretty defensive in an argument with you, often lashing out because she feels threatened. What she really needs is reassurance that you're not attacking her, you just want resolution or to talk about the problem at its core.

+ Jess is the type of girlfriend that wants to be treated like a trophy wife… even without the ring.

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a/n: dedicated to the anon who requested :) i hope i did jess some justice!!