Yk What... Its A Pretty Good Idea

yk what... its a pretty good idea

I'll never forget you commander ponds

Wrong Room

Narrator x Top!Male Reader (smut)

Warning(s): NSFW, small degration, praising, unprotected sex, biting, top reader

a/n: With the lack of narrator x m!reader I had to write something. I haven't written anything in months so I'm very fuking rusty @mxbrahms made me do it cheers.

The narrator has been ranting about his impression of the game and how it's horrible. Y/n couldn't agree more. Jumping and elevators? Really?!. Who knows, maybe there's more to it up top.

“Yes, I knew there has to be something else. Let's see it. I'm ready for whatever it is." Y/n was urged to walk through the bridge. From the distance he could see a blackboard with words scribbled on it. He passed through the door as he looked closer, his posture slumped down in disappointment.

Thank you for enjoying the new content.

"That's it?! Oh, you've got to be kidding me! You see, Y/n? This is what happens when greedy video game developers with no respect for their fanbase rush a cheap expansion to market for no reason other than to make an easy dollar! And don't get me started on the level of craftsmanship that’s gone into it-" Narrator shouted in disbelief

"Truly! what kind of-" Y/n stopped talking his mouth agape. Did he just speak? He slowly looked up at the ceiling in shock and confusion, questioning the narrator.

"My god y/n? How- This is wonderful! For once the developers did something right! Go on, Y/n speak up." Y/n was speechless; he didn't expect this to be one of the new content.

"Hello?" A grin formed on his face; finally, at last, he could actually speak up and stop using gestures.

"This is wonderful Y/n! Can you believe it? I was intending to find these people on Twitter and hold them accountable for this terrible update. I should rather send them a nice comment" The narrator said giddily as he typed on his keyboard.

"You seem so enthusiastic about this"

"Why of course, I must admit you sound so beautiful y/n- Sorry, ahem I'm just getting tired of hearing my own voice all the time"

"So straightforward of you narrator. You like hearing my voice then, don't you? '' Y/n teased him might as well take advantage of this new found content. The narrator could be heard shifting in his seat and clearing his throat.

"Yes, well of course after being stuck here for eternity it’s nice to hear something new.. Moving on. I'm going to reset the game and we'll test out our new found content, and try to get back what The Stanley Parable is really about. Just you and me having a great time together like always. What do you say friend?" He could hear the smile in his voice and grinned.

"Sounds good to me" 

___ 

Y/n appeared in his office, he didn't stay long, and exited out the door. Everything was different, the walls were now gray and the lights were dimmed. He took a few steps forward and called out for the narrator.

"Psst! Y/n! Come over here… in the vent. I want to show you something." The narrator called out in a hushed tone. Y/n walked up the stairs and stared at the vent. He never followed any instructions from the narrator, and instead went into the room to his right.

"Oh come on y/n! When are you ever going to listen to me! I wanted to show you something special"

Y/n only giggled in response and entered the room beside the vent. He'll explore the vent later on.

Inside the room was strange. It was dark, a black void in there was a computer, and a person. The computer was the only light source illuminating the person's face. Y/n froze as the person glanced at him.

"Y/N?! God how can I be so stupid. I forgot to lock the doors. Go shoo you're not supposed to be here. This is going so wrong"

Narrator approached y/n forcing him out of the door, before he could speak up, the narrator cut him off.

"Oh, who am I kidding. I know you won't listen. I'm gonna restar-"

"Hey! No wait- You know this is a perfect time to test out this new content plus I know the best way to test it." The narrator got a proper look on y/n. He couldn't help but get flustered at how close they were and took a few steps back

"Fine Y/n, tell me what is the best way?" Narrator tilted his head a bit questioning you

"I'm a lonely man narrator. It's only me and you all the time. Everytime you talk I can't avoid imagining bad things about you can I? I know you thought about this too once you heard my voice. So do you want to test it out?" Y/n said as he looked at the narrator, eyeing him as he got closer. He would never pass up this opportunity.

"Yes.. please"  He replied, flustered; the narrator didn't expect it to get to this point. He's not wrong, he did want this.

"Good. Let's reverse the roles shall we? Summon a bed, lube and lay down on it and strip" Narrator obeyed, stripping out of his clothes and summoning things you asked for

"Already obeying huh? so good for listening. You might as well take my place." Y/n can’t help but get excited and approach the narrator. His hands trailed down his chest, down to his stomach. The narrator whines impatiently, his lingering touches making his cock twitch.

"Someone's impatient" y/n whispered in his ear. His hand caressed his waist while his eyes trailed down the narrator's body, down to the neck and chest. What a perfect place to leave marks on.

“You still have your clothes on. P-please take it off. I need to feel you” He asked him, tugging on his shirt. Y/n complied to his request, stripping down off his clothes, and attacked the narrator's neck. His kisses felt warm on the narrator's skin making him buck his hips up, wanting to get some friction, though Y/n pinned his hips down with his hands.

"If you keep doing that I won't let you cum. You won't like that now would you?"  narrator shook his head frowning a bit

"speak"

"yes, yes please touch me. I want you" He whimpered

"You learn so quick don't you? Very good at listening."

His hands held  the base of his semi-hardened cock, making him gasp. Y/n stroked him on a torturous slow pace. The narrator didn't dare to move; he learned his lesson.

"A-ah your hands feels s-so good around me. Please, pl-please go faster M-mhh" He mumbled. His eyes were closed, focusing on the hand stroking his cock.

"Is that all you got? I know you can do better than that. Tell me what do you want"

"Please! Just I-i want you to fuck me ha-ard and cum! Pls-"

Y/n sped up his strokes. Making him moan louder. He back arched a bit close to cumming but y/n stopped

"N-no please let me cum. I've been listening" he pleaded at him

"I know honey I'll give you what you want. We don't want you cuming already before I fuck you

right? Lay on your back"

Narrator immediately laid down, desperate for his cock. Y/n couldn’t help but admire what he's done. Narrator begging to be fucked like a dumb slut. He opened the lube and spread it all over his fingers and inserted it in his narrator without a warning making him gasp and moan out. He pumped his fingers in and out getting faster each time. Narrator only gets louder and louder as you add a second finger. He isn’t used to feeling this good. It's too overwhelming.

"P-please! fuck me y/n ple- please i want your c-cock-" He said the best he can y/n curled his finger making him stop and shout his name. 

"Look at you, you're such a cock slut huh" He took his fingers out of his ass making the man under him whimper. 

He put a generous amount of lube on his cock pumping it slowly, making him moan before lining it up to the narrator's tight hole. Y/n pushes the head of his cock in slowly and separated narrator's leg further. 

"A-ah fuck. You feel so good" He pushed his whole cock  inside his ass drawing a whine out of narrator

Y/n thrusted into him deeper and faster. Drawing out moans from the two. Narrator wanted to kiss him so badly so he threw his arms around his neck and pulled him in. 

The two kissed heatedly. Y/n pushed his tongue in the narrator's mouth and he submitted to him fully. 

"Y-you feel so big and fit in me so well- F-fuck" 

Y/n reaches for the narrator's dick and jerks it off. Making the narrator moan as more pre cum leaked out of his cock. He tried not to cum yet he wanted the feeling to last. Skin slapping and moans filled the room. Y/n trailed kisses along his neck and bit his shoulder not enough to break his skin. Narrator's moans got louder as y/n fucks him hard. 

"Please I'm so a-ah close please y/n '' He buried his face on y/n's neck kissing it lightly and inhaling scent. 

"Cum for me, be a good boy and cum for me alright" He groaned. He too was close to cumming 

"Fuck- FUCK Y/N-" Strings of cum goes on y/n's hand and narrator's stomach. It was hot, wet and sticky. 

"Shit I'm close- I'm gonna cum-" Y/n moaned out his thrust gets sloppy and cummed in his ass. Narrator cupped his face and kissed him tenderly. 

"You alright?" Y/n asked panting for air and pulled his cock out slowly. Making narrator whine "Y-yes I'm fine..I can say that this new content very nice"  narrator replied giving y/n a lopsided smile making him laugh 

"Alright, alright I'll get us cleaned up"

look at this hot ass motherfuckers

FUCKING HOWZER, GREG AND ECHO IS BACK hit me hard there and ngl I'd sacrifice my life for riyo chuchi i love her she can step on me

and man i couldn't watch crosshair getting tortured and fucking when we warned his squad FUCK man

i must admit this dude is pretty good looking if he wasn't a dick💀

one last thing LOOK AT THEM i want to hug one of them too so fucking bad

Brother

Marc Spector x Male!Reader (platonic)

words: 1.2k

a/n: I had to write a platonic fic with marc. I have grown attached to him. Warning verbal abuse is mentioned and some injuries but nothing too bad. Plus grammar mistakes and I think his a lil occ

The walls in Marc's flat were thin as shouting could be heard next door. He isn't the one to pry, but it's inevitable to hear what's going on. He can distinguish between the voices, a man shouting and a teen.

Y/n slammed the door of his flat and headed straight for the elevator. His hands were trembling out of fear and anger. He stared at his own reflection in the mirror, eyes red from tears and sweat coating his forehead, his hair sticking to it.

Guilt weighed down on Y/n as he stepped out of the elevator to the rooftop. A gust of cool wind hit him, he always found peace up here.

Y/n sat on the ledge, his feet dangling off it. He didn't mean to react so violently. The argument replayed again and again in his head, his guilt weighing heavier each time.

His train of thoughts came to a stop when he felt a tap on his shoulder making him jolt and his heart drop making him hold on the ledge

"Woah! Kid, be careful." Marc held Y/n down by his shoulders in case he slipped.

"Jeez don't sneak on me like that" He let out a sigh of relief and turned to glance at Marc hopping off the ledge. "What are you doing up here?"

"I thought you needed some company. I can leave if you want?" Marc asked him.

The first time he saw Y/n he was injured and patching himself up at the rooftop sitting on the ground. Marc went up there for fresh air or peace for once until he saw a the teen. His arm was cut a bit and his knuckles were bruised. Seeing this, anyone would be concerned, so he approached the teen.

"Hey kid, you good there?"

The teen looked up at the sudden voice. Noticing the man, he froze up for a second before responding "Y-yeah I’m fine..just tripped and stuff"

Marc raised an eyebrow at his excuse

"Yeah right you're gonna get an infection if you don't do it properly here" Marc approached the teen and grabbed the gauze, cotton balls, and iodine and applied it to his arm. The teen hissed and flinched in pain, but let the stranger patch him up. Marc was trying to be gentle, not wanting to hurt him. He finished it off by wrapping up his knuckles.

"I- uh thank you sir.. " He awkwardly thanked the unknown man, to which he acknowledged him with a nod

"My name's Marc. You better put ice on your knuckles to lessen the pain. What really happened anyway?" Marc asked, raising a brow, he was a tad bit curious

"Well... I kinda had a run in with some jerks in school. My parents would be livid if they found out I fought someone so I'm patching up here. The name’s Y/n " Marc hummed acknowledging his words. He stood up from his crouched position and offered his hand to Y/n which he took.

"Look kid, I gotta go. Be careful next time yeh?" Y/n nodded thanking him again before he left.

“Seriously again?”

“Hey look man, they started it. They're picking on my friend I can’t let them get away with it.” Y/n stated. He once again got into a fight

“Come on, get in” Marc opened his door, fully letting in the troublemaker. He sighed at Y/n this was the fourth time this has happened. Since their first meeting, Y/n bought him some food as a thank you. They would usually come across with each other on the rooftop.

Marc isn’t known to be very sociable, but Y/n would always talk to him. It wasn’t too bad of a change. He needed company once in a while. From then on they would sometimes hangout going out somewhere. Marc has grown to care for the teen almost like an older brother of sorts, especially after knowing what happens in his family.

"No- wait, stay please." Marc softly smiled at that and stood beside him, handing out a plastic bag. "What is it?" Y/n asked to take the bag from him. Peeking inside, two sandwiches. One of your favorite ones too.

"I was heading home earlier thought I'd bring you some" Y/n smiled at him and thanked him, grabbing one handed it out to Marc, which he took.

They sat there together on the ledge in a comfortable silence until Marc broke the silence. "Kid have you been doing alright?" He asked, glancing his way. "I mean it's you know the usual. Could be worse... you heard something earlier didn't you?" Y/n's voice cracked as he spoke, staring at the street lamp below.

"Mm..the walls here are thin. You don't have to tell me but what's bothering you huh? anyone you want me to fight?" He said, trying to lighten the mood. Y/n sighed and laughed a bit at his words. He tried to get the words out of his mouth, but his mind was going a hundred miles per hour. The memory of what had happened earlier flashed back into his mind, making his chest feel heavy from guilt. His eyes started to water that Marc noticed, making him pull the teen to his closer to his side, trying to give him comfort.

"I don't know what to do anymore, I'm so scared. I-i just can't control my emotions anymore-" Y/n cut himself off, letting out a sob as he covered his face with his hand. Marc continued to listen, rubbing his shoulder.

"I never shout at them like that, you know. My parents I just don't know where to place my anger. It was just sudden he started shouting about something I was doing and how I look at him like... I’m disgusted" More tears spilled out his eyes and he took a deep breath trying to calm himself down

"I got so... scared I stormed out of there. God I just shouted if they understand why I always run away from him but my mom said no they don't. H-he just wouldn't shut up so I shouted so loud for him to stop. I know I should communicate with them.. I did try that but it didn't work, before I could just keep quiet but I just can't stop it right now. I know why they act like this.. I know their parents were horrible and they think this is right. That's why I always feel so guilty for getting mad at them. I know what they're doing is wrong but i still feel horrible"

Y/n finished off. Tears were starting to stain his face, his nose was stuffy, and his eyes were red once again. It was quiet for a few minutes as they just sat there in silence. Marc's eyes softened as he looked at Y/n as he leaned his head on his shoulder.

Marc remembered his childhood. He knew how he felt. No words needed to be said, someone being present is better than enough.

"Thank you Marc, I really needed someone right now. I hope I wasn't bothering you or something" Y/n smiled at him

"Don't worry about me kid. I'm always here for you alright? I might as well be your brother." Marc reassured them and grinned, which he reciprocated.

"Now come on, before it gets too dark let's head outside and get food you want." He stated and hopped off the ledge as Y/n followed suit.