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lucifers-rubber-duck · 28 days

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hazbin crew with a reader that died in modern times and like somehow a song from modern times starts playing (idk fanfic magic 🤷‍♀️) but it's like cpr or wap or something and reader just knows every word to it. idk if you would consider this nsfw cuz i just consider it like kinda crackfic type energy but if you don't then just delete this lol

Characters: Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Husker, Angel & Lucifer.

Warnings: None I guess.

A/N: I think it's funny, lmao, I cannot take any song with sexual lyrics seriously. Thanks for the ask anon.

𖤓Charlie

• Charlie may be thousands of years old, but she knows how to catch up with new times, slangs and trends.

• She's not very used with songs of the human realm tho, most songs that they have in Hell were made right there. But there are some occasions were a Succubus will record their own cover of a human song since they can travel there and back.

• So when the voice of Verosika Mayday starts singing CPR on your headphones, you can't not sing along, the main reason you started listening to her is because she does these covers. You don't even try to sing quietly, you're just going all out.

• Charlie doesn't know how to react well to sexual situations, be it a sudden porn commercial with Angel that decided to pass on the TV, random posters with nudity on the streets or even songs. So when you hear you sing explicit lyrics she does panic a little.

• She would politely ask you to lower down your voice, she wouldn't forbid you from listening to your music, especially if it is something that reminds you of earth, but she does want you to be a little more quiet with those suggestive words.

𖤓Vaggie

• If she heard you singing anything like that she would first give you a harsh look and cross her arms from the other side of the room, she does not enjoy how explicit you're being but Charlie said to not cause problems with the other members of the hotel.

• The second time she listens to you sing like that she snaps and grabs your phone away from you, scolding your and saying that if you want to stay in the hotel you'll have to behave and that those songs are against what the hotel stands for.

• She's very passionate on making Charlie's dream come true and will try to do anything in her power to ban stuff that resembles sin from the hotel, she already couldn't get rid of the bar, at least she can put a stop to vulgar songs. That causes some minor conflicts between you both.

• And don't even try to explain that it is a song from your period of time and that is just fine from where you came from on earth, she'll not listen and still say you can't listen or sing to those songs anymore. You resort to only listening to them in your room.

𖤓Alastor

• I think it's no surprise that Alastor dislikes anything that resembles modernity, he hates the annoying picture boxes, the noisy rectangles that people carry around, and of course, he hates the newer songs as well.

• When he hears you sing any song that has sexual connotation he rolls his eyes in annoyance and lowers his deer ears, he gives you a death stare and makes sure to show he's annoyed. He doesn't get why you listen to that instead of classier music like jazz.

• He would first try to be the polite gentlemen that he is and gently ask you to turn the volume down, but if you keep doing it you can say goodbye to your phone, he's going to burn it or at least break it.

• He's a man that loves the old fashion and doesn't want frivolous modernity to ruin anything in his little theater of hopeless souls that is the hotel. You better never play those songs around him again or a broken phone will be the least of your problems.

𖤓Husker

• He already has to deal with Angel being his annoying self and always being vulgar with him, the moment he realizes he'll have to deal with you too he's going to try and ban you from the bar and tell you to stay a 5 meter radius away from him.

• He's just so done with everyone's bullshit, he doesn't care that it's a modern song and that reminds you of home or that some fancy Succubus is the one singing it; he's going to shoo you away from his sight of view.

•That only makes you want to annoy him more to be honest. You normally either team up with Angel to stress the shit out of him with a improvised karaoke at the bar or make Niffty get the song stuck in her head, she spends a lot of time around Husker and making her sing while she works close to him always makes him give you a death stare.

•Simply putting, there's now a banned sign with your face in the bar's wall and he gave Niffty permission to stab you if you stepped too close to it and now you have to say sorry to Husker if you want to ever have another drink.

𖤓Angel

• This man does not care in the slightest that you're singing a song with explicit words, in fact, I believe he actually knows the lyrics as well, he's the only one that listens to pop songs on a daily basis and is more used than anyone else at the hotel with more modern human songs.

• You two would be karaoke buddies, even if the karaoke is at your rooms in the hotel, or literally in the lobby. The moment a song he likes starts playing he'll pull you with his arms and start singing with you.

• You two mainly do that to annoy Husker at his bar, you two make a poor bartender deal with two drunk people singing something like CPR weekly. He doesn't trust you both on the bar on Fridays anymore.

• Songs are the way you both bond, he likes your vibes but when you two sing is the moment he knows he can just be himself without being judged or called a whore for a moment.

𖤓Lucifer

• He secretly listens to his songs. He has been alone for a long long time, he has listened to multiple types of music genres and heard everything, he just enjoys having music on the background while he does anything else.

• He's kind of surprised when he listens to you singing, Charlie told him you died very recently but he didn't imagine it was that recently. He thinks it's a good idea to try and start a conversation with you about you similar tastes in songs, that's how you make friends after all.

• After some practice on what to say and not just be a complete mess in front of you, he starts the conversation, you two actually get along pretty well, you're surprised someone as old as him listens to such recent songs and actually knows artists like Verosika.

• He's pretty chill about the lyrics, but will ask you to tone it down a little while singing to not disturb the other people at the hotel.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer x reader #angel dust #charlie hazbin hotel #charlie x reader #hazbin angel dust #angel dust x reader #husker x reader #husker hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #vaggie x reader #hazbin vaggie

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fili-urzudel · 4 months

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If you don't mind #9 and #7 with Thorin and Dwalin.

7. Sleeping in a dog pile

9. Forehead touches

I was quite honestly immediately inspired by this one, it was just bridging the gaps between every flash of inspiration I had lol. It felt nice to write something platonic, and I hope that this was close to what you had in mind, or if it wasn't, it's still something you enjoy. <3

Word count: 1.1 k

Warnings: Might getcha in your feels idk, old man dwarf Balin POV

Pebbles - Platonic Balin, Thorin, and Dwalin

Dwalin could hardly keep still, hands fidgeting with the head of the wooden axe Adad had gifted him some months ago. "Will you let us stay up as late as we want?"

"No," Balin answered sternly, still feeling a bit strange, entrusted with all this authority. "You will go to sleep when Amad and Her Highness said you need to go to sleep. And you'll eat your dinner."

"I thought brothers were supposed to be fun."

"I thought sons of the advisor to the king were supposed to be well behaved," Balin said, before ruffling his brother's dark hair. He hadn't quite gotten the hang of braiding it yet, so he decided to leave it all out, and it stuck out quite impressively from his head. "And you can have fun, just be mindful. It's not your house. And be gentle with Dis, she's just a little'un."

"Aye, aye," he waved him off.

The older dwarf hoisted his school bag over his shoulder again before knocking on the door to the common quarters of the royal family. "Come in!" The princess's voice rang through, and Balin took a deep breath as he pulled the door open.

"Dwalin!" Thorin jumped up from whatever it was he was doing at the table to all but tackle his little brother, initiating their special handshake that always ended in a headbutt.

He had taught them it.

"And what am I? Chopped liver?" As he spoke, Frerin and Dis came running up, sticking to either side of him and forcing him to drop his bag of schoolbooks on the floor. "Ah, at least someone cares," he joked, a hand on each of their backs.

"Thank you for showing up early, we're about ready to leave," the princess told him with a genuine smile. She was always so warm. "I know you'll all have so much fun!"

"Not too much," Prince Thrain reminded them.

"Of course not, sir."

"I know you're a good lad, Balin," Thrain reassured him. "I'm sure we'll return to clean plates, clean rugs, clean clothes, and no damaged art, right?" He asked, pointedly turning to his eldest son and his best friend, who seemed to be tuning him out.

"Yes, da."

"Yes, sir!" They said at the same time.

After a round of goodbye and another set of reminders for Thorin and Dwalin, the pair were off, and Balin could get started on his homework. Right?

"Dis, you've got to finish your vegetables," Balin encouraged her, though he knew the words would have irked him when he was her age.

"But I don't like green food," she pouted, blue eyes welling with on-demand tears.

"Thattagirl," Dwalin praised, and Balin shot him a look that had him shrinking in his seat.

"They're good, I prom—Frerin, that had better not be drawing clay," he warned as he saw the pebble nearing the wall with a suspiciously clenched fist. "I may not be your ma but I won't let you color the walls either."

After redirecting Frerin's creative energy to parchment, Balin cleaned up after dinner.

It wasn't much easier after.

"Boys, no wrestling on the furniture," he said exasperatedly, still trying in vain to do his schoolwork at the dinner table. He moved his papers and books haphazardly in his arms to the table in the sitting room, hoping to dissuade them from trying again.

They continued amusing themselves with tasks of varying volume, and Balin was almost done with his essay on the First Age when it went quiet. Too quiet.

"Boys?"

"Quick, pick it up!"

"Why weren't you watching her?"

"She's your sister!"

"She's your sister too!"

"You're older!"

By that point, Balin had made it to the room at the end of the hall—the master bedroom. Someplace none of them should be.

The scene was simple enough to decipher. A vase of some sort lay on the ground, formerly perched on a table that Dis must've walked into and knocked over. Surprisingly, the noise was not enough to make her cry, but enough to make the other pebbles start panicking.

It wasn't a big deal. Honestly, if it was anyone's fault, it was Balin's, something he would readily admit to when the prince and princess returned.

But the pebbles thought they were in big trouble, with enough anxious energy to keep them up all night.

"Why, you little goats!" He roared, and the pebbles perked up almost instantly. "You'd better run!"

Dis shrieked and toddled away, the others in hot pursuit. Balin chased them around tables and the kitchen island, catching them and earning more screams every time they hid behind a bed or chair.

He let them get ahead of him just enough to confer among themselves, and when he caught up, they attacked.

"Get him!" Dis cried in her small voice, and Balin couldn't hide his smile.

Frerin and Thorin each took an arm, and Dwalin bowled them back onto the couch. "My own brother, betraying me!" he shouted, closing his eyes in defeat.

The couch was wide, wide enough for the five of them to spread out as they wished. Dwalin lay on his chest, his untamed hair tickling Balin's chin.

Thorin laid his head on his stomach, his baby sister in his arms and his little brother laid out on his legs.

And finally, they could rest, Balin thought as not-so-quiet snores filled the room.

"Balin?" A small voice asked, and it took a moment for him to realize it was Dwalin's. It had been a while since he sounded so... little.

"Yeah, nadad?"

"I'm sorry for not being better tonight."

"You were just having fun," he assured him. "It's alright."

"Are you sure?"

Balin touched his forehead to his brother's briefly, patting his back. "Yeah. Go to sleep, nadad."

His brother snuggled back up to his side.

He would clean up the vase later. He would tell the prince and princess when they got home and apologize profusely for not watching them more closely.

But right now, it was nice being right where he was.

My, where did time go?

It had been a long time since then, Balin reminisced. A lot had changed. They were charging to recover the mountain he had lived most of his life in. He had a couple hundred more grey hairs, and all the pebbles had full beards now. The ones that were still alive, at least. Dis had pebbles of her own, and they were on the quest.

He wasn't sure, but he did know one thing. It was an absolute fact, actually, as Thorin and Dwalin lay snoring on each arm.

Some things didn't change much at all.

#lotr fanfic #lotr #lotr fandom #the hobbit #lotr headcanons #the hobbit headcanons #balin the dwarf #balin the hobbit #balin lotr #thorin x dwalin platonic #dwalin fundinson #thorin oakenshield #balin fundinson #balin and dwalin #platonic lotr #platonic fanfiction

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the-comfort-den · 4 months

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hey! can i get submas bitties?

Emmet: They can control their volume slightly better Ingo bitties and are super expressive! You can always tell what they're feeling and they can always tell what their Ingo is feeling! They can get bored a little easy so they can get into trouble quiet a bit! They cant read other people but they can read their brother like a book! And he can still be just as loud as his brother(they may be small but they can still be heard over train whistles like Ingos-), they like joltic pokebitties a lot and will happily keep way to many around lol, they cant read social cues for shit and can be seen as 'pushy' or seems to talk 'out of turn', but tbh he and Ingo talk over each other and don’t give a fuck so they kinda don’t care, if they interrupted something important they figure you'll just repeat yourself/continue where you left off, though he does try to people please, they are super eccentric and can be dramatic in the 'gay theater kid' kinda way,

Ingo: They are loud and cant really control it, they cant control their volume at all, and when they try they're still either super loud or barely above a whisper so it's better to just not adopt an Emmet and Ingo pair if you cant handle his volume, they also cant really emote well and have horrible resting bitch face and will always speak their mind, though they're pretty reserved and are near impossible to read say for by their brother, though he can read others and social cues very easily, and they're very observant, and arent afraid to remind their Emmet that while they will always end up talking over each other that doesn’t mean everyone will put up with that, they're so blunt that they're labeled as rude, but if they wanted to be rude they would be- he doesn’t people please like his brother, unless they feel that bad about it, but even then-

PLA!Ingo: As they don’t have an Emmet, they can be adopted by themselves, they are slightly more expressive than non PLA!Ingos but still don’t have much of a filter like them, though can control their volume! But tend to be a lil quiet so that might just be that lol, they are very found of pokebitties and of course like Bitty!Sneaslers the most, though also really like Hisuian Sneasels but will also happily care for any pokebitty, they also get along well with other PLA bitties(and I mean from the game),

Kinda a bonuses:

PLA!Emmet: not actually a proper type, but when an Emmet somehow looses their Ingo they will 'turn into' this type, and are often paired with a PLA!Ingo to try to help their issues, since they cant pair them with an Ingo since they will fight the other Emmet over the Ingo in fear of loosing their brother again- They have a lot of mental issues, like depression, anxiety, paranoia, and often have ptsd/cptsd due to the situation as well, and pairing them with a PLA!Ingo, since they wont have an Emmet already with them, can help them settle in and relax a bit! It will also make them not fight another Emmet over an Ingo as long as you don’t try to pair more than one PLA!Emmet with a PLA!Ingo(or PLA!Emmet with a non PLA!Ingo who has an Emmet)

They very much are Rescue types!

Aand the alternate/other PLA!Ingo: the one where the Ingo looses their Emmet, similarly to PLA!Emmet they have depression, anxiety, and paranoia, and often have ptsd/cptsd due to loosing their brother, and are often paired with PLA!Emmet's as well due to this! They will also fight another Ingo if they're paired with an Emmet and shouldn't attempted to be paired with an Emmet of either kind that already has an Ingo they're paired to,

They are also rescue types unlike the 'normal' PLA!Ingo

Remember! Emmet and Ingo bitties HAVE to be adopted together or they will fall into a depression! They are paired/bonded already so it would be like separating the non bitty Emmet and Ingo(which would not end well for their mental states)

Also note that the two rescue types will fight to the death with other Emmet/Ingos unless separated!!

(I will also do bitty cards for Pokemon if asked :])

#bittybones #Emmet bitty #Ingo bitty #PLA!Ingo bitty #Emmet #Ingo #PLA!Ingo #bitty info #bitty card

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dragyouthroughthewhump · 1 month

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Apparently I've had episode 2 in my drafts and never posted it? Welp, I guess you'll get a few of these from me today as I listened to episode 3 on my walk and will write that one next.

The Grey Rooms : Season 1 Episode 2 - I Loved My Human

Production - Good quality like the first. There are some dialogue sections that are hard to hear. They're meant to simulate characters behind doors and in other rooms, which is cool, but I had to be in a quiet room with the volume up to make out those lines clearly.

This one is gory and damn those sound effects hit the squishy sound just right. If you're sensitive to wet/squishy sounds this one might be a bit much. But, if you like visceral gore, this is good immersion for it.

CW - I won't be going over/telling the main story or one off, but these are in there. Child abuse, minor whumpee, multiple whumpers, parent whumpers, alcohol, comfort item abuse, anthropomorphic teddy bear, gore, dismemberment, knives, beatings, multiple character death, whumper turned whumpee. Also, prisoner whump, mild torture, fear of rats, illusion of choice.

Okay. Even several seasons in, this episode is likely my favorite, definitely top 3.

Main story

Raymond. A wet dog of a man, don't expect him to get any comfort. Given a rat as a "souvenir" from the last room. I wish the whumper saw how funny it actually is. Though I love that he just doesn't understand why Raymond is so scared of it lop.

Side note, what's with the voice behind one of the doors? Is this someone trying to help Raymond? Interfere with the test? Personally, my initial thoughts are that Raymond is so terrified of the door but that will be the one for Salvation.

One shot

I thought having audio of child whump would be too much. But I'm glad it's more narration than full whump scenes. I think people would either like or dislike the voice actor because I feel like I can tell it's an adult making a child voice, but it's still a good voice for the character. It pulled me out of the story just enough so that I wasn't squicked out.

The story, very well written, satisfying ending for sure. There was no holding punches and if you've been around child abuse or heard first-hand accounts, I'm sure some of this was really close.

In this podcast there is always death of main characters. But sometimes one of them lives lol. The revenge also, the punishment absolutely fit the crime(imo of course, open to discuss if you'd like). It felt so satisfying to get back for the hurt.

The gore, omg the gore. It was written well, plus the added audio, and voice actor. It was so amazing to listen to the first time and each time after; it still hits just right. I love me some gore and bloody violence. This one delivered it. That teddy sure loved its human.

#whump discussion #The Grey Rooms #audio whump #minor whumpee #beatings #prisoner whump #gore #dismemberment #major character death #experiement whump #forced to make a choice #also my ramblings

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outlustings · 2 years

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Ok, could I please request a (soft smut/18+) headcanons or one-shot with Miles Upshur, again, with a tall, muscular boyfriend, also AGAIN, where they just hanging in the living room, but suddenly somebody calls reader (maybe guy/girl friend who likes reader and Miles doesn't like them because they want reader to be all theirs and are making Miles purposely jealous) because then need help to fix something, reader being the kind and nice friend he is he doesn't say no, Miles panics internally, goes after reader and is like "Do you have to go?" but reader is like "Hey, it will take only a few minutes." But Miles has none of it and starts to argue with reader. Maybe Miles breaks down (reader already sensed Miles worry) and stays. Miles is beyond happy, they go into the bedroom and just cuddle. I mentioned this would be a smut request right, well to keep reader home he sits onto his lap and yeah, cockwarming (if you're ok with it, if not normal s*x is okay too). And they just stay like this, cuddling, soothing each other, mainly reader Miles and yeah, happy ending.

I'm sorry for such a long request, I know I'm apologizing like crazy but I just can't help it.

Thank you so much in advance.

💕💕💕

(idk why this was so hard to write and took so long andnsksksk i'm so sorry because i feel it's not really that good but like. enjoy. lol.

hhhhhhh okay so there's some drama and other stuff. butt stuff. yeah. your requests always do the summaries for me so thank you for that.)

There was no better way to spend a Friday night - that's what you always thought, when it came to your monthly bad movie night.

You felt Miles laying against your chest with your fingers in his hair, stroking absentmindedly as he hummed against you. Bursts of snarky laughter bubbling from his lips as he laughed at the bad effects. His warmth. His presence. It was - as the old Frankenstein film title card had said - electrifying. The green-tinted beast in cheap makeup and even cheaper costume fighting against another big-name movie monster. Or Jack the Ripper. You didn't even really remember what the movie was about, not with the taste of Miles' kisses. Buttered popcorn and cheap beer.

Then your phone rang.

Both of you, as if on instinct, turned your head to the phone, your gazes fixing onto the name in pale, unnatural light on the screen as your phone thrummed and vibrated and danced against the coffee table. Him.

You heard Miles groan under his breath. There was... some kind of a problem there. Him. He was the problem. Kind of. You didn't really know what the problem was.

"D'you have to answer that?" he inquired, scratching at his five o'clock shadow, his lips turning down into a slight pout.

You smiled.

"What if he's in trouble?" you shrugged and picked up the phone, swiping your thumb on the screen, "Could you pause the movie, dear?"

Miles reached for the remote, but instead of pausing the film, he just lowered the volume. You couldn't tear your eyes off the screen. The vibrant technicolor vomit in front of you. Quiet. Pantomime. Your eyes flew to Miles, who mouthed the word: speaker. Speaker what?

"Hey, are you even there?

You jolted. Pressed the speaker button.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, what's up?"

"Okay," you heard your friend slur from in-between the crackles of the phone line, echoing inside your living room "I'm sorry to bother you like this - on a Friday night. You must hate me... Is Miles there? Anyways. Could you, like - I hate to ask this, but could you, uh, come over and help me with like, assembling this bookshelf thing from Ikea? It's like super tough and I need it for... For tomorrow. You're the brainy type - no, really, I'm sure you'll understand. Right? Or like, if that's not fine with you - well, I'll need it on Monday but anyways, am I asking too much? The manual shows two guys and you know, the two guys mean it's a two-man job and I'm gonna need those gohr-geous muscles of yours -..."

You interrupted him.

"Yeah, I can do that. Just give me a few minutes and I'll be there, okay?" you scratched the back of your neck, laid yourself on the cushions of the couch. You swore you could hear music in the background. He gasped.

"Oh my god, my savior, you're my everything!"

Miles was fidgeting with a hole on the sofa cover, his brows furrowed. He was trying very hard to not look at you.

You laughed, a little nervously.

"Yeah, no problem, dude. I'll be right there."

"Ya-a-y-yy!"

Drunk. That son of a bitch. You just laughed again and said your goodbyes.

You hung up the call and stretched languidly, yawning as your eyes flicked to the darkness outside of the living room blinds.

"Yay," Miles mumbled. Monotone. Dripping with mockery.

You stayed on the couch for a while, half-heartedly cursing your luck - you were really tired. But then again, your friend needed your help. You slapped your hands on your thighs and rose up swiftly from the couch.

"Woah, wait, where are you going?" you heard Miles behind your back, heard the soft rustle of fabric as he kicked off his fleece blanket and grabbed your sleeve, tugging on it. You turned around.

"To help him."

"With what?" his eyes narrowed. A hint of a frown, just the tiniest hint, lingered on his handsome features. You raised your eyebrows at him.

"With - a - bookshelf? You heard the call, baby."

"At this time of the day?" Miles huffed, his eyes flicking to your phone on the coffee table, the numbers on the screen. 9:47pm.

You shrugged with a laugh.

"I know, it's kind of ridiculous. You wanna come with? I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

"Well, I would mind," Miles mumbled, turning his gaze to the hallway.

You just stared at Miles. You didn't break the silence that had settled over you.

"He sounded a little drunk," he said quietly and you watched as his cheeks flushed in the dim light.

"Uh, right. Well, I'll be back in about an hour, maybe - if I stay awake that long," you chuckled and started walking towards the hall, but heard the old springs of the couch squeak as Miles jumped up from the couch, following you to the front door where you grabbed your boots.

You started tugging them on.

"Do you really have to go?" there was something strained in his voice, some type of edge that made you stop lacing your boots mid-loop, "Can't it wait?"

You craned your neck to look up at him, trying to flash him a reassuring smile.

"Well, he wouldn't call me this late if he wouldn't need help - like, urgent," you shrugged.

"Mh-hmm," Miles hummed, digging his hands into his jean pockets, "Right. The bookshelf is urgent."

"That's what he said."

"Okay then."

You just blinked at him. Expected him to go on. He took your silence as a challenge, or so you thought.

"So," he started coolly, "You really don't know why he's inviting you over?"

You dropped the shoelaces from your hands, let them flop onto the floor as you eyed him, brows furrowed. What was going on? Miles was being kind of shakey. You were just being confused.

"Huh?"

Miles bit his tongue, lolling it to the side of his mouth with a scoff as he crossed his arms, uncrossed them, crossed them again, then sighed and whipped his head towards you.

"Have you seen the way he looks at you?" he blurted out. He gritted his teeth, avoiding your gaze as you tried to look up at him. You straightened your back, and to your horror, you saw his eyes glistening.

You gasped softly, tried to kick off your boots but ended up stumbling on the doormat as your boots were laced pretty tight. You tried to regain your balance, snake your arms around Miles and his shoulders. He turned away from you with a dry sniffle.

"Looks at me? No, no, wait - babe," you shook your head, "Don't be upset," you pleaded, turning him around by his shoulders, staring down at him as he crossed his arms, averting his eyes from yours.

"But I am. He's so weird."

"I didn't know -..." you tried to rack your brain, "Wait, really? Him?"

Miles laughed.

"I thought it was obvious," he gave you a slight smile, his big, dark eyes fixed on you now as he wiped at the corner of his eye with the back of his palm, trying to disguise it as scratching his nose.

You shook your head, serious.

"No, honestly. I had no idea. H-how does he look at me?" you felt a grin creep to your lips. Miles gasped, exaggeratedly.

"Well now you're just looking for compliments!" he snickered as you pressed him against your chest, hugging him softly.

"No," you shook your head, "Honestly, Miles. I - I'm sorry. I know you don't like him -..."

"Oh, no, I liked him before he was trying to make me jealous or something. You know? Hogging all your attention?" Miles bit his lip. You patted his back clumsily.

"Jealous?"

"He's always pulling you away. On stupid errands."

"Well, now that you said it..."

"And you let him!"

"Now wait," you pulled away from the hug, fixing a stern gaze to Miles, "You make it sound bad."

Miles sighed.

"To me, it is bad. He's very obvious about liking you," he muttered.

"Liking me?"

"Liking you," Miles repeated with a nod.

"How come?"

"Drunk dialing you? About some bookshelf? Come on," Miles raised his eyebrows at you, grinned softly.

"You have a point, babe," you pressed a small kiss to the tip of his nose.

He gave you a small smile, before his gaze flicked to your boots.

He kneeled before you, bending his head down as his fingers skittered across the laces of your boots. Slowly, he undid the knots, loosened them up, and you watched in silence, heard the leather creak as you could see him move his head to shake away the dark hair that fell in cascades over his forehead. He undid your shoes.

And you let him. You watched, mesmerized.

Then, as he pulled one boot off with a quiet huff, he shot his eyes up as soon as he heard you laugh. You swallowed thickly as you watched Miles peer at your from the ground, kneeling between your legs - now, where had you seen this before?

With a cat-like playfulness and a cocky smirk, he nuzzled the curve of his jaw and cheek against your crotch. You grunted softly, and as if in a trance, you felt your hips buck against his face as he bit his lips, watched you sigh and tangle your fingers in his hair. Those dark, sharp eyes of his. They were going to kill you.

He laid against your chest, his hands running up and down your sides as he pressed little butterfly kisses on your bare pecs. You stroked his hair, your arms wrapped around his slim form. You hummed and shifted your weight on the mattress as you felt warm, tingly waves pulse throughout your abdomen as Miles pressed his lips against your bare skin, again and again, lazily nipping at your taut chest with a slight grin. This was only supposed to be cuddling. But when Miles took off his boxers, without even bothering to turn the fan on, you knew it was over.

You watched as the bare skin of his back rose and fell over rippling muscles as he breathed in your scent, grinding his bare hips against the mattress. You gave one distant thought to all the laundry you'd have to do after this, but then you felt his weight beside you lift off the mattress as he climbed over you straddling your legs while he pulled your boxers down, tossing them to the side into a pile with his own. He straightened his back, gave you a tender smile as he sat on you. You felt your cock spring firmly against the softness of his buttocks and you sighed, gripping his hips.

He spread his legs, scooted his butt back onto the tops of your thighs, giving you a view of his asshole as he gave his already hard cock a few lazy strokes, eyed you, biting his lip.

"You like the view?" he murmured.

You swallowed thickly, running your hand up and down his thighs.

"Yeah," you mumbled, "Fuck. You look amazing."

Miles grinned, ground his ass against your erection, making you groan, low and guttural in your throat as you felt your tip twitch against the cleft of his ass. So near, yet not close enough.

"I want you inside me," Miles sighed, fisting his cock. You grunted.

"Let me -..." you reached up to trace his asshole, feeling the firm yet velvety flesh quiver under your fingertips for just a moment before Miles swatted your hand away playfully. You lifted your eyes up at him, cocking your eyebrow.

"I'll do it. Hand me the lube," he outstretched his arm, wiggled his fingers in front of you, "Please?" he added with a smile.

Your hand flew to the nightstand, fumbled with the drawer and scrambled for the tube inside there. Cool plastic brushed against your fingers. There.

You fished out the bottle of lube and handed it over to Miles, watching with bated breath as he squeezed a dollop of clear, smooth liquid onto his finger, his other hand still wrapped around his cock, massaging his shaft. He positioned himself on top of you, reached down between his legs and gave you one final grin before going to town.

You watched, entranced as he took one finger, pushed it in, his knuckle pressing flush against the puckered flesh as he shoved it in deep. You saw little rivulets of lube drip down his perineum as he stretched himself open with his finger. Rolling it in and out, in and out, slowly, as if he was giving you a performance as much as he himself was trying to be patient with it. You heard the squelching noises, heard how greedily his ass sucked his finger in. You gasped as you felt a little bit of the cool liquid drip down over to your pubes.

"Sorry," Miles hissed, stifling a moan by biting his lip as he pushed his finger in and out, adding another finger in, rolling his wrist against his perineum as his other hand jerked his cock. Your mouth felt dry. You wanted nothing more than to lean over, taste the pearly drops of precum that glistened on his tip, on his fingers.

"Can I -...?" you murmured, bucking your hips up against him, "Fuck, let me touch you, babe."

It was useless.

"No," Miles chuckled, "I already told you. You just sit there and look pretty for me - ah, shit, fuck," his eyes fluttered shut as he bucked his hips forward. You saw him curl his fingers inside himself. And all you could do was watch for what felt like hours. Watch and pant as all the blood from your head rushed to your cock, which rested against Miles' buttocks, painfully hard, aching and throbbing as Miles' little movements and jerks made his flesh brush up against your cock ever so slightly. You grabbed the pillow behind your head and growled.

Partly out of frustration, partly out of primal lust. You reached his gaze.

"Please," you grunted, "Please just put it in."

"Hmm," he eyed you up and down, slid his fingers out of himself, reached behind his back wrapped their wetness around your cock. You let out a strangled moan, bucking into his touch. So warm. So hot.

Miles lifted himself up on his knees, adjusted himself on your lap as your cock popped out from behind his back. He lowered himself down, and you felt his shaft rest against yours as he rubbed your cocks together with a wink. You saw stars.

"Fuck, don't tease me like this," you mumbled, "I'm sorry about the phone call, okay - goddamn..."

Miles laughed.

"Oh no, that's not it. I just like how cute you look like this. Begging to fill my ass," he settled his hand over bith of your cocks. You felt the entire, heated length of his shaft against yours as he stroked both, hand barely fitting around the bundle as he massaged the underside of his cock against yours. Ground against you.

"Christ, I could already cum like this," he sighed.

"Inside," you panted, "Please... Fuck..."

He gripped you by the base, giving a lewd little squeeze as he positioned your cock against his own flesh, hovering over your hips.

You felt him sink down slowly, very slowly, his hips trembling as he lowered his weight down onto your lap, his fingers intertwined with yours. You grunted softly, feeling his heat engulf your cock, felt how he clenched around you as you buried yourself into him fully.

Miles let out a soft sigh, his cock twitching on top of your stomach as he gave you a shy grin, his face blushing at your parted lips and heavy breathing.

"You like that?" he purred, lifting his hand to his iliac divet, stroking his hip as he sunk down against you, sitting his weight completely on top of you, straddling your hips. You moaned, feeling yourself go balls deep inside him, the tender flesh of his ass pressed flush against your sack as you felt the hot and heavy weight of his cock against your abdomen.

"Fuck, tight," you hissed.

He shushed you.

"Stay still, babe," he grunted, straightened his back, closing his eyes as he splayed his hands on your upper thighs, leaned back as he basked in the intense feeling of being filled. You felt yourself throb against his insides as he rubbed his thumbs on your skin in soothing circles. You fisted the sheets beneath you, trying to stay as still as you could.

You saw little white lights behind your eyes as you tried so very hard to not start thrusting. Stay still. Yes. Just like he wanted.

Your hands wandered to his thighs, held them as he straddled you. You closed your eyes. Felt his heat engulf you.

Your cock moved with every breath he took, with every little jerk and jolt of his body, your cock went a little deeper, then moved a little bit back. Very shallow, slow, feathery thrusts. Torturous.

"Thank you," Miles groaned, "I feel so full. Complete. Fu-uck..."

You shushed him, kissed the backs of his hands, nodded understandingly. Tried to be there for him.

You stayed like this for what felt like an eternity. Miles bent down to kiss you every now and then, grinning against your lips.

You couldn't take it anymore. Not with his hard, leaking cock against your stomach. You noticed how his breathing was shallow. You felt your tip brush up against that fleshy, springy little spot inside him, yes, just up there. You smiled and thrusted up, ever so slightly, giving his prostate a nudge. He gasped as you slid your hands up and down his thighs, whispered sweet nothings as you rolled your hips against his ass, hit the little spot again and again.

His jaw fell slack as he let out a throaty groan, his eyes screwing shut as his hand flew to his cock, pumping the length. Sticky ropes of hot cum landed on your chest as Miles stroked himself to completion. His hips bucked with every spurt, his ass grinding against you as you felt him clench around your dick. You gripped his hips, feeling him clench around you, guided him down as he whimpered, cum spilling from between his fingers and onto your stomach as he rolled his hips against yours.

"Fu-u-uck," Miles whined, throwing his head back, and with a guttural exhale, he slumped forward, his hands moving to brace his weight on your abs as his cock bobbed in the air. He trembled on top of you as you gave a shallow thrust inside his ass, your cock twitching as you eyed the niveous globs of cum against your skin, watched how the head of Miles' cock glistened, translucent, pearly white against the dusky pink of his swollen, throbbing tip. You dug your fingers into the flesh of his hips, bucking into him, taking in the lovely feeling of his ass clenching around you, trying to milk you as he gave a weak moan. You shuddered.

"Fuck, that's so hot," you muttered, panting as you gripped his hips, moving then against yours.

He clenched around you. Soft, velvety flesh crushing your cock like a vice. You couldn't last long. Not like this, the way he pulsed around you as you cradled him on your lap, thrusting up. Fast, shallow thrusts and Miles' whimpers in your ears as he bounced on you, his softening cock hitting your navel, up and down, up and down, his eyes shut as you felt his hands snake to yours, fingers intertwining as he moaned.

And you came. Inside him, you felt your hips still, felt the contractions of your orgasm as you groaned, throwing your head back into the pillows as ecstacy took over your body. You shuddered underneath his weight, emptied yourself into him, inside him, his tight ass, and for a moment, nothing existed in the world but the bonfire inside your loins and the weight of Miles and his soft skin against yours.

You panted, your head throbbing as you opened your eyes, blinked away the little swirls of light as you caught a glimpse of Miles grinning at you before he lifted his hips up, and you registered the splash of your own cum against your pelvis and thighs as Miles pulled himself off of you.

You sighed. This was definitely a better way to spend the evening. You chuckled and opened up your arms as Miles crawled up on top of you.

"Shower?" you licked your lips, stroked his sweaty hair.

"Nope," he mumbled against your chest, his fingers fidgeting with the coarse hair as he winked at you, "I want to - want to feel it for a while."

Your cock twitched. You pressed a kiss to his flushed forehead.

"Fuck," you huffed out with a chuckle, "You're too good to me."

#outlast #outlast fanfiction #outlast x reader #miles upshur #miles upshur x reader #reader insert #male reader #not sfw

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crowtrinkets · 3 years

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A World Knowing You Aren’t in it

Prompt request from @mouselungs

*forehead kiss* ty for that sweet sweet angst

I wrote this at 1-2 am after watching a sad movie so uh yea I take my angst v seriously lol

Gender Neutral Pronouns for Apprentice, He/They Pronouns for Asra

Word Count: 2,208

I push my way into my shop, unwrapping my scarf from around my face. I take a deep slow breath of the not-so-fresh air mixed with dust and magical goods long since past their expiration. Wearing face coverings, just to go shopping in the market is necessary but I can't help but miss the days I could breathe in the fresh scents of spices and my favorite pumpkin bread without worry of getting sick.

"Asra? I'm back," I call out. I hear thumping traveling from the second floor and down the steps. A cloud of fluffy white hair pokes out from behind a curtain.

"Welcome home," he gives me a warm smile to which I return with my own.

"They were out of potatoes, something about merchants being scared of trade with Vesuvia," I follow them back up the stairs carrying my basket, sparse with groceries.

"I can't say I blame them," Asra mumbles to themself. I only hum in response, not wanting to push this topic further.

Asra has talked about leaving many times, but we had yet to do so, if we had the means we could but, there's no money in magic that can't heal a plague. Placing my basket on the counter of our kitchenette I pull out the food items I bought. Asra snatches an apple and bites into it but then grimaces.

"This apple is soft, like it's been left out," he goes to throw out the apple but I catch his arm.

"Don’t throw it out, if they're too soft I could make a cobbler or something out of them," taking the apple from Asra's hand I place it in a bowl with the other fruit I purchased.

"Oh, but they were out of sugar… maybe they're sweet enough on their own?" I mumble to myself.

"There's no need to go back out just for sugar, I'm sure we'll manage without it," Asra says with a smile that doesn't reach their eyes. They grab the lettuce I pulled from the basket out of my hand.

"Why don't I put these away while you go take a bath hmm? Wash the city air off of you," I give Asra a short nod and head off to the bathroom to wash up.

Suddenly feeling the weight of my day, running all the possible errands I can at once, so I am exposed less to the outside. I grab a towel from our tiny linen closet and pass by to give Faust chin scratches.

"Have you been bundled up here all day?" I question. She only responds by slithering closer so she can lean into my scratches. Her movement causes a blanket to fall, revealing a pile of books under it. My curiosity is piqued and I pick one up to read its cover. "Nopal Desert" it reads. I pick a map that was underneath it, depicting the better part of Vesuvia and surrounding territories. Nopal circled in ink. I hear Asra humming while he opens and closes the cabinets in the other room. I elect to bring it up after my bath.

The water is hot, almost too hot for my liking, but its burn soothes me in a way. Making me feel something other than the heavy burden that lays on the whole city's shoulders. I let myself sink down until the water cradles my head. Curling up so my whole body is submerged. I stare at the ceiling, watching the steam from the bath slowly rise, allowing condensation to sit on the wooden beams. I didn't bother to open the window so the bathroom could stay dry. I'll do that afterward. The water cups my ears, muffling the already quiet streets outside. My mind travels back to the books and maps I saw earlier. Was Asra trying to get us to leave? I explained in the past that I can't afford to pay rent on my shop and pay rent in a whole new area. Vesuvia is unsafe but the shop is my home, my lively hood. I can't give it up. I lie there, pondering and contemplating until the water has become lukewarm. My body aches after laying in the tub for far too long. After drying off my body and getting dressed I exit the bathroom, not bothering to stop my hair from dripping all over me.

I walk towards my bed, finding the books and maps, untouched, and staring at me. I let out a frustrated sigh and collect the items.

I walk into the kitchen to find Asra nursing a cup of tea, and gazing out the window. They haven't noticed me yet. His eyes stare longingly out at the night sky. Sad and distant. I quietly approach and gently place the items on the table. Asra looks up at me in surprise. Neither one of us talks for a while. I clear my throat.

"What are these?" I motion to the map with the large black circle around the words that very obviously do not say Vesuvia. Asra places his cup down and fully faces me.

"Well I thought we could… stay there, I've heard the plague isn't present there and we could go, we could be safe and not have to worry about wearing face coverings just to go shopping," Asra's demeanor becomes meek the more he talks. I let out a sigh and collapse into the nearest chair.

"Asra I told you, I can't afford to keep my shop if I'm not here to work in it,"

"I can help you!" Asra says, straightening a little. "I-I've been painting masks to raise money, and we could go to Nopal for a few months, I could sell masks out there and you can have a makeshift shop in the desert," Asra reaches for my hand, taking it and rubbing his thumb across my knuckles. I give him a tired look.

"Asra, it's not that I doubt that you couldn't help me pay, it's just… Vesuvia is my home, our home, and I can't just leave at the drop of a hat like you," Asra winces and pulls away.

"Who knew you thought so little of me," he mumbles. I mentally kick myself for my choice of words.

"I'm sorry that’s not what I meant," I bring my head into my palm and lean my elbow on the table.

"What I'm trying to say is this is my home and I want to protect it so… I've decided I want to study medicine, to help with the plague," I look up to meet Asra's eyes. Their face pales and they sit back in their chair.

"Oh," is all he manages to say. I sit up fully and bring my hands into my lap, wringing them nervously together.

"I could use my magic to help too, and I want to be able to help the people, just like I did when I had people coming by regularly for magical ailments," I try to say something, anything to get Asra to stop looking at me the way he is. Scared, confused, frustrated, maybe even a little mad. He suddenly rises, his chair squeaking along the floor as it's pushed back.

"Asra please," I say barely above a whisper. Asra walks over the kitchenette and paces before turning to me, expression full of pain.

"That… That’s a terrible idea," he says. I suddenly feel taken aback.

"What wanting to help?" I say. Asra's face twists.

"You'll get sick, you'll… You will get hurt, you won't be safe!" he exclaims, starting to pace once again.

"There are people dying Asra I can't just sit around and let it happen! I want to do something, we can do something, we're both magicians!" I rise from my chair so I can fully face Asra as he frantically paces and runs his hands through his hair.

"How are we supposed to survive then, being exposed every day?" Asra looks me in the eye, his expression one of distress.

"Asra we're barely getting by as is," I motion to the bowl of fruit that I was organizing earlier. "The food isn't fresh, we have to go shopping all in one day so we don't risk exposure, and I am barely scraping by with my rent on the shop!" I let out an exasperated huff, folding my arms.

"I told you I would help you, I can sell masks, I can do fortune-telling just not here," Asra enunciates that last word by sharply pointing to the ground to make their point.

"I want to help, Asra… I want to be here," I shift awkwardly in place looking down at my feet. A lump begins to form in my throat, making it hard to breathe. Asra approaches me and places his hands on my forearms in an attempt to soothe me.

"Please, we can't stay here, let's just leave to where it's safe," He pleads, barely above a whisper. I slowly shake my head. Asra leans into me, trying to look into my eyes. His violet eyes, specked with tears in the corners.

"Why don't I help the people here? A-and you can stay home and make money off your painted masks," I say meeting his eyes.

"No, no no no," Asra begins to speak over me. He pulls away and faces his back to me, running his hands across his face.

"Asra I can't force you to stay here but you can't force me to leave," I say making my voice stern, hoping he understands my point. Asra quickly whips around tears falling down his face.

"Then how am I supposed to protect you!" he shouts. My breath hitches and I take a step back, my calves hitting the chair I was previously sitting on. The room grows eerily silent from his out burst.

"You can't protect me from everything, especially not this," I say, my own tears threatening to fall.

"Yes, I can! If you would just listen to me and leave! We could be safe," he approaches me, hands reaching out to me. I put my own hand up, stopping him from getting closer.

"Asra, I've made up my mind about this I'm not going anywhere," my chest aches, I want to leave with him, I want to leave because I'm scared. But I know I can help these people and I can't let my fears stop me.

"Please, you'll die," his voice cracks.

"If it saves the lives of even just a few people, then maybe was worth it,"

"No, you are too important to me!" they plead.

"Asra I have made up my mind! Nothing you can say will change it!" my volume begins to rise. Asra pleads my name and approaches once again gently grabbing my hands.

"Please it will kill you,"

"Asra..." my heart pounds in my chest.

"I can't live in a world knowing you aren't in it!"

"No Asra!" tears form in my eyes and my voice starts to crack.

"You will die-"

"Then death is better than this life we are living!" I shout. I didn't mean to. But I became so overwhelmed my temper flared-up. Asra takes a step back, releasing my hands.

"Is that how you feel," he says. I can't bring myself to answer, the lump in my throat has grown 3 times in size, swallowing my voice. "Very well," Asra turns away from me. Grabbing various clothing items as he goes. He disappears around a corner and I can hear him rummaging. I take in a painful deep breath. Wiping my tears as they fall. Asra comes back in with a bag, shoving items inside angrily, my eyes are too cloudy to fully see what he's doing but I can tell.

He's packing to leave.

"Asra," I croak. "Where are you going?" my voice comes out pathetically, as I try to compose myself. But my heart races in my chest. Asra ignores my question and continues to put items in multiple bags. All his clothes, his trinkets, their books. Anything they can carry.

"Asra please," I drag my feet as I try to follow him, but I can't stop the waterfall of tears escaping me.

Asra finally stops in the middle of the room, passing me. He has multiple bags on both shoulders. I stand at the hallway entrance and watch him. Faust quickly slithers out from behind me, Asra crouches allowing her to climb up his arm. He takes his hat off the hook and places it on his head. I stumble towards him reaching out.

"Asra I'm… I'm so-" their eyes meet mine, cold, angry, pained. I stop in my tracks

"This is the grave you made yourself, I will not be there to watch you get buried," he says. His voice cracking. Without another word, Asra turns and goes down the stairs and into my shop.

I can only gawk in silence, in disbelief that he actually left. The wall-shaking slam of the door breaks me from my shock. I grip the fabric of my top, just over my heart. Feeling as though it has broken in two. I sink to the floor and sob, harder than I ever have because a piece of my heart has left me.

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freakynct · 4 years

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「𝒂-𝒛 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔」

— mark lee

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a; aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

likes to just lay down in bed with your head on his chest while both of you catch your breath and he caresses your soft skin. he loves feeling you close to him after sex before getting up so you can clean yourselves

b; body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite body part on himself is probably his thighs and butt, he likes how they look well built and strong. on you his favorite body part is probably your neck and collarbones, he loves leaving kisses and hickies all over that area

c; cum (anything to do with cum basically)

mark is pretty messy and cums a lot, he always needs to have tissues or a towel close to him when he jerks off so he can clean everything after. when he's fucking you he loves cumming on your stomach and a little bit on top of your pussy

d; dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

mark secretly likes taboo things when it comes to sex but won't admit it because he thinks you might find his fantasies weird or too much. he secretly wants to fuck you in a church while everyone is praying and you have to keep quiet so nobody hears what you're doing. the idea of sinning in such a holy place turns him on beyond belief

e; experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i don't think he has had many partners before, maybe just one or two people, but he knows quite a lot about sex, either from porn, personal experience or advice he learned from other people, so he's pretty good when it comes to pleasing you

f; favourite position (goes without saying)

he loves the good old missionary position, where his chest is pressed against yours and he gets to kiss and bite on your neck while you moan next to his ear. likes to hold your wrists next to your head sometimes

g; goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

mark is a pretty goofy and humorous guy but when it comes to sex he likes to be serious and sensual, he thinks that if you start laughing during sex it will just ruin the mood and he'll get distracted and shy, so he needs to be in a serious mood to perform well

h; hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

he's not very hairy overall but i don't think he likes to shave everything, probably just trims it a little bit so it's cleaner but that's all

i; intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

i don't think mark can just have sex with someone he's not in a relationship or is at least close with, he needs some kind of meaningful connection to have sex. he likes to be rough but when he's feeling more emotional or it's a special occasion he can definitely switch to being more gentle and romantic

j; jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he jerks off very regularly, i would say about five times a week or more. he's a very horny boy with a very high sex drive and if he doesn't have anyone to satisfy him he will just take care of it himself. sometimes watches porn, sometimes just pictures scenarios in his head. he just locks the door of his bedroom to make sure the members don't walk in on him and lays back in bed, palming himself through his pants until he's hard enough. he loves teasing himself and will even edge himself so that the orgasm is more powerful. after cumming he can't go out of his room right away because he feels weird looking at the members after jerking off

k; kink (one or more of their kinks)

this boy is so kinky and probably won't confess some of them in fear that you'll find them weird. some of his main kinks are power play, cum play, dry humping, public sex and deep throat

l; location (favourite places to do it)

like i've mentioned before he won't just stick to the bedroom when it comes to sex. he loves experimenting and fucking in public places, the thrill of it excites him. his favorite place would probably be in the kitchen counter at the dorms where there's the danger of someone walking in, and even tho he would be super embarrassed if someone actually did, he still enjoys it so much [but would definitely make sure that nobody was at the dorms at that time]

m; motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

it really gets him going if you tease him in front of his members. for example if you're all watching a movie in the living room and you start touching and stroking him over his sweatpants under the blanket. he would get hard so fast and probably fuck you really hard once you're alone

n; no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i don't think there's something he would say absolutely no to [unless it's something very very weird] but i think he wouldn't be very open to orgies and/or share you with someone else, especially another man. if it's a threesome with another girl he might consider

o; oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he does love to go down on you but he really prefers to receive it. the sight of your lips wrapping around his cock while you bob your head and suck him into your warm mouth just turns him on so much. specially if you drag your fingertips down his stomach and thighs and look up at him as he grabs your hair in his fist

p; pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

mark gets very excited and lost in the moment when he fucks you and his thrusts are very fast and rough most of the time. he likes to feel himself deep inside you and the friction of your walls around him when he fucks you fast

q; quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

he loves them. any kind of sexual contact that he has with you is great and if he's feeling horny and there's not a lot of time then he will make that time count and find a place where he can fuck you quickly. he can last for a long time but when he wants to he can also cum pretty quickly, so to him quickies are hot and necessary sometimes. he still enjoys proper sex more than quickies tho

r; risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

after all i wrote already, do i really need to elaborate on this? lol

s; stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

high sex drive, he can honestly go for many rounds and when he gets really excited he just keeps fucking you until you're begging him to stop. he's the type to still be hard after cumming. if it's only one round he can make it last for a long time but like i said, if he wants to he can also cum pretty fast so it really depends on what he's going for in that moment

t; toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i don't think he uses toys on himself but probably wondered what it would feel like to fuck himself with one ups on you tho i don't think he would already have them with him but definitely wants to experiment using some on you, especially those little vibrators that he can leave in your panties and control, that would be pretty fun for him, so i think he would consider buying some to try it out

u; unfair (how much they like to tease)

a lot. he likes to be teased and to tease you back. likes to grab your inner thigh and maybe run his hand a little higher up your leg than he's suppose to just to see your reaction, especially if you're wearing a skirt or dress. likes to rub his fingers over your panties when you're laying in bed and he's kissing your neck and just teases your clit over the fabric until you're begging

v; volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

i think he's in the middle, not very loud but also not very quiet. he likes to groan and leave soft moans whenever he feels really good and he's a heavy breather too. will be the loudest when you're sucking him off and especially if you take him deep down your throat

w; wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

mark groaned as you took more of him in your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and his hand grabbed firmly at your hair, encouraging you to keep going. you could feel how close he was getting, you had been teasing and edging him for the longest time and even when he told you to stop and just let him cum, you knew how much he loved it. you felt his cock twitch in your mouth and soon after his warm cum was coating your tongue and he was giving you so much that some of it fell from the corners of your mouth. you moved away from him and slightly parted your lips as you looked up at him, showing him how much you could hold in your mouth. you chuckled as you saw his cock twitch from arousal and he grunted before telling you to swallow all of it which you proudly did, sticking your tongue out for him to see that you didn't waste anything

x; x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

i think he has an average size, circumcised and with just the right amount of thickness. the tip is really pink, especially when he's hard

y; yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

like i said before, very high sex drive, it's really easy to turn him on and you'll be having sex very regularly

z; zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

if he's really tired from work, almost immediately, as soon as you cuddle with him he's out. but if not then he will clean up first and then cuddle and maybe talks to you for a little bit before dozing off, but normally he's pretty tired after sex

#nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #wayv smut #kpop smut #mark lee smut #nct mark smut #mark imagines #a z challenge #nct 127 reactions #nct 127 imagines #mark lee drabbles #a-z analysis series #request

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chapter two

its mr. 305

one day soon ill link all the chapters. today is not that day. anyways enjoy :)

I'd see one of them on the street and then all of a sudden the rest show up and like??? Did you guys teleport or something?? I'd been evading them pretty well, and by that I mean I started sprinting in the opposite direction of wherever I thought they were (and nine times out of ten, it wasn't even them), but the one time i decide to try and take the short way to where i was staying I got caught. I think this is a higher being telling me to exercise but I don't know.

Like I said, I was just trying to get in time for where I was going (a potential job interview sighs) and I heard a shout from...somewhere telling me to stop, or wait up, or something like that, but I hadn't connected with anyone so I did the obvious thing and ran like my life depended on it.

I was lucky I wasn't carrying anything, but also unlucky because my phone was in my pocket and I couldn't exactly lose that, so i was running with my hand grasping my phone while it was in pocket, which makes for a very awkward-looking run.

In the end, whoever was chasing me caught up, and apparently it was more than one person?? Like a whole group somehow ended up chasing me even though I only heard one voice yell/shout at me.

"There you are! I've been looking for you everywhere!" It was a blond in front who said that. I couldn't really see anything that was going on and was about three seconds from just risking it all and taking my phone out to turn the flash on. Darkness and I had a bad history.

What. What? What??? Why would you tell someone that. While they were in an alley, where crimes infamously take place.

"Do you even realize what you just said?" I said with a deadpan. My head whipped around at the sound of scuttling, giving up on being careful and bringing my phone out to turn on the flash. Turns out it was just some trash moving from the wind or something. "Why the hell—y'know what, I'm not even gonna complain. Just gonna accept the fate that has been handed to me."

I turned around just to scream, accidentaly forgetting the group of people were there, which made (some of) them scream, which made me scream, so it was just us screaming in an alley for a bit.

It stopped when a really tall guy stepped forward which shut them, which shut me up, and made me remember that, oh yeah I have a flash I could use to actually see them. Smooth brain moment.

I turned my flash (that I forgot to turn of haha #girlboss) towards them which made them jump at the sudden exposure of light, making me giggle a little, before I actually saw who it was and immediately deadpanned, realising exactly who was chasing me.

How many times do I have to ask for forgiveness for the thing that I did when I was six for you to actually forgive me. Cries.

"Oh shit, it's mr. clean lol."

"Did you just say...lol out loud?" Said (mr. clean) Draken.

"lol"

Hanagaki shook his head, before calling out my name, gaining my (and everyone elses #fanbehavior) attention. "How did you get the ambulence to come so quickly? On that night, a couple weeks ago?" Ah shit, why did he have to bring it up so fast, no introductions or anything.

Time to bullshit my way out of this. "Oh I heard sounds of fighting by the parking lot, and when I ran off to try and find where I was, I found mr. clean and company looking worse for wear, so yeah." I should for sure be nominated for an Oscar my acting is superb. Better than any actor out there. "Anyways, if you'll excuse me, I have to go back home, I have some things to take care of."

I took not even two steps before someone stopped me. It was Hanagaki, which was a little disappointing. "Actually, I do mind. Do you mind if we come with you? I swear I have good intentions." My eyes widened at his words.

"Do you know how sus you sound right now? Hmm...sus...sussy...A M O N G U S..." I tried to back away, but his grip was tight, surprising for his little twig arms.

They looked like toothpicks.

"Uh...I'll back him up. Besides Takemicchy has a girlfriend, and I don't think he's gonna be cheating on her anytime soon." I turned my head to where the voice came from just to see Mitsuya, honestly I could die happy now.

"Oh yeah for sure. If pretty man says its ok, then everything is good." I said with a smile. Simp.

"...You're just gonna agree? Just like that?" Questioned Hanagaki.

"Oh yeah. Like I said, if pretty man says its ok, I trust him with my life, so." I stared blankly at the group, waiting for them to start moving so I could go back to the place I (stole) was staying at. Also somehow they didnt notice my phone even though it was one of the main sources of light in the alley like 🤨 but okay. "So are you gonna move out of the way or no? 'Cuz I need to get back to my place, and apparently you guys wanna come with for whatever reason."

They moved out of the way (simoultaniously too, hella creepy) and let me lead the way.

I started walking off to my place, hearing the creepy sounds of people following me, but i shrugged it off and plugged in my earphones so I could listen to music, which they did not, in fact, fail to notice.

Mitsuya came up to me and asked what I was listening to. I decided 'Fuck it.' and gave him an earphone. He put it in his ear, and I might've forgotten to tell him it was super loud because as soon as I pressed play he flinched. Haha. I guess im just used to the volume (and to destroying my eardrums) that it doesn't affect me anymore.

"I apologize sincerely, I didn't know that you had inferior eardrums to me." I tried walking off after that but he grabbed my arm (made me blush a little) and looked at me weird.

"What do you mean 'inferior eardrums'? How can someone have inferior eardrums?"

"Oh heres how: you listen to really loud music your whole life, and then whenever you think its quiet, you turn the music up. And soon, you can't be in anyform of quiet without music/your brain being stimulated in general or you feel like you're gonna go deaf with how quiet it is." They all stared at me blankly, likely thinking 'what the absolute fuck' right now.

"How do—nevermind. How long is it until we reach your place?"

Aw, he's so sweet. I coughed before turning to gim and saying, "Uhm like...two minutes if we run really fast. Why?"

"How do you know the running time?"

"When you run from your problems (and people) you begin to be able to know the time of things like that."

"Oh."

I nodded my head before taking off. Not to get away from them, just because I wanted to. They shouted from where they were behind me before quickly catching up. Fucking long legged people.

After two minutes of running (like I predicted) we made it to where I was staying. It was just a glorified warehouse that took me almost a week to make it look presentable.

I walked in, hip-checking the door to get it open wider.

"And this, fellow comrades, is my humble abode."

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