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CHARACTER INTRO // MILO HERNANDEZ

BASICS

Full Name: Milo Luis Hernandez

Nickname(s): Lilo

Age: 22

Place of Birth: Virginia

Ethnicity: Hispanic

Gender: Cis Male

Sexual Orientation: Gay

Position: Switch Verse

Religion: Atheist

Language(s) Spoken: English, Spanish

#{ ;; intro }

C L O S E D S T A R T E R for @dominicpowers

LOCATION: THE HEDGE MAZE

Dominic had made it clear that he wasn’t really into costumes and that he’d probably pick up something generic from a costume store. Milo, on the other hand, was super into Halloween. But, he decided not to overdo it this year. He had a pair of prosthetic fangs which he glued in, adding some blood dripping from his lips for added effect. Other than the fangs, he just wore a pair of tight leather pants, some boots, and a gold chain around his neck.

Milo arrived at the entrance to the hedge maze a little early, although there were plenty of staff and clients alike already there, waiting for their dates to arrive. Milo stood around on his phone, scrolling through various social media apps and smiling at others as they passed him. At one point Milo had looked up from his phone and spotted his date, his back turned to Milo, seemingly looking around the crowd for him. Milo decided to sneak up on him, jumping on his back and giving his muscled torso a squeeze. “Your blood. It smells so sweet”, he hummed in Dom’s ear, in the most ridiculous transilvanian accent. He hopped down and grabbed Dom’s hand, positioning himself in front of the other. “What do you think about the outfit? It’s not too much, right?”

#{ ;; event }#dominicpowers

22 // BARTENDER // STAFF AT THE HAUS OF PERSES // NAV // { part of hausofperses }

#{ ;; honesty hour }

C L O S E D S T A R T E R for @cooperxcroft

LOCATION: GO RAW

It was a Thursday evening and Milo had been assigned a shift at Go Raw. But tonight, instead of tending to the bar, he’d be dancing. His spirits were high when he arrived at the dressing room, tugging his clothes off until he was left in nothing but a rhinestone thong and his favorite doc martens. He primped himself a little, fixing his hair and rubbing some oil on his body. Then he was out onto the floor.

The night was going smoothly. He’d schmoozed, flirted, given a few lap dances. He was certainly in his element. But of course, there was always that one guy who got a little too drunk and started getting disrespectful. Milo didn’t mind being groped. It was a part of his job and one he actually enjoyed. But this particular client took it too far, pinning Milo down by his neck in front of everyone and trying to force himself inside of him right then and there. “Get the fuck off me”, he yelled, wriggling around under the weight of this man’s hand.

#{ ;; closed }#cooperxcroft #tw: violence

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#{ ;; magic mirror }

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pov when ________ .

#{ ;; bodyclaim }#{ ;; aesthetic }

C L O S E D S T A R T E R for @mafiaxmalachi

LOCATION: SAPPHIRE STRIP CLUB

Being one of the Haus’ bartenders meant that Milo got the opportunity to work at different locations around the resort. Each shift provided him a change of scenery and the opportunity to meet a variety of clientele. all with their own unique tastes. That Wednesday night he’d been assigned a shift at the Sapphire Strip Club, one of his favorite spots. After all, what man doesn’t enjoy a good live sex show?

He’d been at the location for a couple of hours, working the bar wearing nothing but a tiny white thong, his white doc martens, and a gold chain necklace that rested right on top of his collar bones. He was grabbing a bottle of Glenmorangie, his back turned to the bar when, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed someone take a seat. “Be right with you, sir”, he hummed. After getting the other client his drink, Milo returned to the other, leaning in against the bar with that angelic smile he was famous for. “Well hello there, handsome and rugged stranger. What are we drinkin’ tonight?” Milo practically purred at the man, licking his lips and gently biting his lower lip.

#{ ;; closed }#mafiaxmalachi

@dominicpowers

[ TEXT : DOM ] I'm absolutely honored that you asked me and I'd love to take you out and show you off to everyone involved

[ TEXT : MILO ] Oh is that so? You’re so sweet omg. I’m blushing rn… 🥹

#{ ;; texts }

atreuschloros·:

Marcus grinned, clearly entertained by the stranger actions and words. “Well, hi there, darling.” The man replied with a low hum, his eyes flicking between the dancers oh so handsome face and his ass. “You know, can’t say I have ever seen one. To my knowledge, anyway. But you certainly fit the description of an angel.” Marcus was wearing the exact opposite of the other, he had a pair of almost too realistic devil horns on his head, a pair of feathered wings on his bare shirtless back, one black, one white, and a red tail attatched to his backside. “Can I convince you to come to the darkside with me, beautiful?” He purred, stepping closer to the platform and the other man.

Milo was a byproduct of being locked inside a deeply abusive, religious hellscape for the better part of his life. And now? Now Milo was dripping with raw and unadulterated sex appeal. He knew it too. It seemed impossible to deny it. “I can be your angel. For the night”, Theo purred, his back arching and his hips winding to the beat. His eyes bore into the other’s and he licked his lips, taking note of his handsome features. He felt lucky in that moment. To be admired by someone so... beautiful. “That face of yours is persuasive enough”, he hummed, getting up off of his knees and sitting on the edge of the platform, his eyes staring up into the other’s. Milo’s palms pressed against the other’s hips, his thumbs caressing the flesh just above his waistline. “How about I be your personal little doll for the evening? How does that sound?”

#{ ;; event }#atreuschloros

damianbyrd·:

Damian couldn’t help but smirk as the other called him sir- the power of that word humming though Damian in the best way, really. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. It is rather hard not to watch you- you do capture one’s attention so completely.” The praise came easily from the Englishman’s lips, but his words were true enough. Milo had certainly made it hard to drag his eyes away to see what else was happening at this little party for the moment. Damian’s lips pressed together as watched the other shift and move, those legs spreading sinfully in front of him like that. His hand curling a tad tighter around the rim of his glass as he let his eyes drop down over that body, and right between the others legs with a soft pleased hum.

It was rather hard not to let his mind wander to just how pretty the other would be if he rode his cock like that- spread legs and those little rolls of his hips- which, really, he was sure was the whole point of the others dance. It was those soft moans and sweet smile that went straight to his cock, however- even over the sound of that party and music, it still ran though his body in the best way.

Still he wasn’t one to sit idly by after such sweet words and he shifted forward towards that platform as one hand put his drink down beside his chair in one smooth motion. Damian’s hand moved down along that bare body freely, smoothing along the others chest and down his stomach before his fingers teased along the trim of that rimstone g-string just above the boys cock before that hand moved up to tease along the others hip- his hands making no secret as he gave that perfect, perky ass a squeeze. “My little doll? Keep speaking like that and I’ll bend you over this platform and breed you right here..” Damian purred as he kept his distance from the other for a moment, just admiring the others body and spread legs with a little dip of his eyes.

These were the moments that young Milo lived for. He, of course, absolutely adored the attention he got from other men. His religious family had made sure to make a complete slut out of him. Although, that surely wasn’t their intention. Milo knew damn well how gorgeous he was and he was unabashedly conceited. A cocky boy. Nothing wrong with that. Not in his eyes. His pure and unadulterated sex appeal was his fucking superpower, after all. Exhibit A was the young man in front of him. He simply couldn’t keep his hands to himself. And as he began to run his fingers down Milo’s torso, the moans that left his lips intensified.

His hips began to vibrate when he teased the edge of Milo’s thong and his cock swelled, just a little. Milo poked his ass out and happily let the other handle him, his head falling back against the pole as he did so. “Oh yes, sir. Your perfect little doll”, he hummed, looking back down at the other with the sweetest of smiles on his lips. When he backed away, Milo flipped himself around and stood up again. This time his hands slid down the pole as he bent his body over, giving the crowd another angle to ogle at. He was bendy, another skill he felt was worthy of showing off.

#{ ;; event }#damianbyrd

sinfulxkisses·:

for: milo ( @milo-hernandez· ) location: milo’s room

rowan didn’t normally leave a clients room feeling unsatisfied and slightly upset, but not all clients were nice clients. some of them treated him like just any old thing, others were kinder, but he normally only got bothered by the ones who were rude in general. tonight just so happened that the client who had requested his services had just gotten a bit too drunk and impatient with him. it seemed that he was not in the mood for playfulness, teasing, or anything that normally makes things exciting and more fun in intimate moments for rowan. but it’s not like he was going to let his client leave unsatisfied, right? rowan prided himself in being able to leave those who requested his services in euphoria and so, mean or not, he normally gave his all when he was with a client.

but now that it was all done and over with, and he had been dismissed for the evening, rowan wanted nothing more than to find the one person who made any day better. milo. all he could hope for was that his bestie was in his room this evening, selfishly, he really didn’t feel like knowing the other was in another’s bed tonight. one of his hands raises to knock on the door, licking his bottom lip, he can’t help his playful greeting, “oh honey, i’m home!” when the door opened, rowan’s entire mood instantly lifted at the sight of milo, “mind if i come in? i’m not having such a good night.”

It had been a long day. Milo had gone to lunch with a client, per his request. And ended up with the man all day. They’d taken a walk around the Haus, spent some time at the casino, gone swimming. Basically, Milo had been this man’s arm candy for the day. And when that was over, he’d taken him back to his suite and fucked him for awhile. Milo was relieved when the client sent him on his way. He didn’t really care to sleep in the client’s beds. He preferred his own. Especially after spending hours with someone who bored the hell out of him.

It was late and Milo was showered, tucked into his bed, scrolling on his phone wearing nothing but a tiny pair of briefs. That was when he heard a knock at the door and a familiar voice behind it. Milo instantly perked up, smiling as he hopped out of bed and scurried towards the door, opening it. “Oh my god”, Milo responded, taking Rowan’s hand and pulling him into the room, closing it behind them. Milo put his hands on Rowan’s shoulder, letting his right thumb run down the side of his neck. There was a genuine look of concern on his face. “You okay, Row? Did someone hurt you?”