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Hiii ^_^ uhm so I need ideas for what to write other than the shit I think of when I’m half asleep…
Just a fair warning, this will include com and proships, scratches head nervously
I’m good with writing basically ANYTHING, except scat, vomit or other gross stuff .. plus doublefedora and azuretime .. sorry not srry 😊
i’m thinking of writing chance having an episode and raping noob thinking they’re itrapped perchance idk lmk if u wanna see that maybe
this will also not have frequent uploads since i’m in school and also lack motivation a lot .. sweats nervously
reminder i’m a minor brah
small edit, yes i will write practically anything u comment sorry if i don’t reply lolol just know i do see all the comments ^_^
Chapter 2: puppy love ( noob/chance )
Summary:
chance has always hated that noob reminds him so much of itrapped. they’re so similar.. their hair, their eyes.. the dimple on the side of their mouth when smiling. one difference however was their performances in bed.
Notes:
hiiiii!!!! uhhh it’s summer and i have time to actually write so here’s this ig uhhhh
i forgot where i was going with this, i would drop it and then pick it back up for like a whole month so its probably not very good. oopsies.i also write on mobile since i’m too lazy to do it on my laptop, so my formatting is always shit. teehee
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noob has always been a relatively friendly and open survivor within the hell they had been sent into, having made friends and acquaintances quickly with their likable personality and caring attitude. everyone loved noob— though they weren’t as “blessed” like the others (as two time liked to say), they always put others before them and tried to help within matches. body blocking and taking serious blows, finding resources like medkits and sodas scattered across the arenas for their teammates even when they were barely hanging onto their last health stat. exactly the opposite of itrapped. so why did chance always think back to him whenever they crossed paths? noob was nothing like him. kindhearted, gentle, caring and always selfless. adorable as well. itrapped was a ruthless piece of shit, a scammer and nothing less than a manipulative liar.
it was frustrating. whenever chance saw noob, even when they strayed past one another, they couldn’t help but be reminded of the prick who even got him in this place anyway. he didn’t mean for them to connect in his head .. they were just so fucking similar. the choppy layers of hair styled to frame their face so beautifully, the same blue eyes that seemed to hold the dark waters at the dock outside the camp they were forced in that drove chance almost crazy. and their smiles. the same dimple that appeared on the left side of their mouths when they smiled, their toothy grins full of two completely different emotions. one with soft love, the other full of malice.
so why did their moans sound so similar? the hard breathing that mingled with chance’s own grunts, mixing together so well it was hard to differentiate which was coming from who. the difference was that noob sounded much more panicked and confused, voice a higher pitch and whinier compared to itrapped’s. they sobbed and scratched much more as well, begging despite squeezing around chance and mewling pathetically for him to “stop” because it was “too much.” it only pissed chance off more.
chance was too preoccupied with his thinking to notice the timer of the round ticking lower, idly flipping their coin for the fun of it as weakness stacked higher and higher while they leaned against the crumbling wall of the arena. the killer hadn’t showed up surprisingly and everyone was simply doing generators and roaming around with other teammates. until a faint sound of a hard punch landing .. guest1337. that means the killer had shown up. it was only 30 seconds before the round ended .. he probably has it covered was chance’s first thought, sighing as he stood in the corner away from
everyone else.
of course, he was mistaken because as he flipped tails, the timer went up to a minute. shit. another loud sound of violence could be heard from the center of the arena they were put into, this time followed by a pained cry that was all too familiar to chance. noob. shit.. he hurried over to the scene, watching as noob frantically popped a slate skin and took harsh wounds from jason who was locked onto them, elliot frantically trying to distract him as he was on cooldown for his pizza. shedletsky wasn’t in this round, guest had been eliminated.. guess he had to do his job this time. praying on hopes and dreams that his weakness stacks didn’t mess with his gun, he aimed and pulled the trigger. there was a delay and instantly chance felt like he wanted to die on the spot. the gun fired however, stunning jason long enough for noob to chug a cola and hastily flee.
everyone scattered, the timer displayed in the air ticking lower and lower .. 35 seconds. they could pull this off. again, chance’s wishful thinking was only a dream. the timer spiked up to a minute and 15 seconds. looking at the people displayed to still be alive.. it was just chance and noob. he sprinted off in hopes of finding them, flipping his coin on the way for more stacks. hat fix, weakness cleared .. III weakness and 3 charges. he could do this.
as he approached the edge of the arena, he glanced around for any sign of the survivalist. 38 seconds. a pained sound rang out again. shit.. he was already tired from jogging around the place looking for noob. he mustered whatever stamina he had and found jason about to kill them, as they had been knocked to the floor while trembling as they tried to pick themselves up to run away. shit.. how pathetic they looked made him think about things he shouldn’t have been. Chance quickly aimed his gun and fired, the gun going off instantly as it stunned jason once again. he quickly ran over and hauled noob to their feet, pushing them forward to run as he used himself as a shield to take any hits jason tried to deliver onto his teammate.
he was hit brutally with jason’s machete, inflicting deep wounds that spilled blood onto his clothing and the grass they fled on. 3 seconds. chance turned his head to look back at jason, which was a mistake on his part as he was one shot and it was distracting him from having to run away.. and instantly regretted it as he watched jason raise to swing at him. he was promptly pushed out of the way however, watching noob take the hit while in their slate skin defense, able to survive as the timer ticked to zero and the round ended.
chance was sweating from the entire encounter, his body aching and mind completely frazzled. he stumbled off his place on the cushioned seat by the fireplace, spotting noob as they were being treated by elliot to some food. he locked eyes with them, watching as their cheeks flushed pink and eyes darted away, seeming to shrink into themselves.
he strutted over, greeting elliot with a cocky smile, subtly grasping noob’s wrist. “hey! did you see that save from noob? you should take some lessons from ‘em.” he teased, watching elliot scoff and roll his eyes. “as if.. i’m not taking a hit for you when I got other people who depend on me to heal them. nice try though.” he bit back, glaring at chance. the gambler only chuckled, patting his friend’s shoulder before excusing himself and noob (which was him blatantly dragging the poor person away).
noob silently stumbled over their feet, letting chance drag them to the neighboring empty cabin used to store supplies. they anxiously swallowed the lump forming in their throat, fumbling with the hem of their hoodie in anticipation for whatever was going to happen to them this time. chance was unpredictable around them.. either grabbing their hair and forcing them to their knees while spitting into their mouth, or lovingly eating them out like a needy lover, telling them how good they tasted and how pretty they were. noob didn’t know if they were friends or not.. the way chance saved them on numerous occasions when the others were taking care of them as well, or lovers the way he smiled and would leave a kiss onto the side of their neck. or enemies, when he stared them down like they were a worthless nuisance, annoyance clear on chance’s face.
they weren’t able to linger on it for long as chance seated himself at an old creaky chair in the corner, grasping noob’s waist with his hands as he pulled them to stand between his thighs. “.. you frustrate me. you’re so annoyingly caring and perfect..” he grumbled mostly to himself, lifting noob’s hoodie slightly to kiss just below their bellybutton. “but so fucking naive and stupid sometimes.”
noob whimpered, standing stiffly as they watched chance’s eyes drift from their soft tummy up to their eyes. he looked almost predatory. “relax..” chance cooed, pulling them into his lap so they straddled him. “you really saved my ass, y’know that? i could’a sold us and you would’ve been left for last while on low health.” he mused, warm hands exploring higher up their body underneath noob’s hoodie. they shivered, nodding as a chilling feeling crept down their spine. chance’s rings were cold compared to his skin, leaving goosebumps wherever they grazed past.
chance rubbed their waist in small circles using his thumb, their other hand roaming higher up and gently taking hold of their nipple. he tweaked the bud of their breast softly, listening to their breath grow heavier as they whined into their hoodie the were using to cover their mouth. “you’re so pretty,” chance mumbled, taking advantage of the fact that noob was holding their hoodie up to lick their nipple, taking it into his mouth and suckling on it. chance used his hand to fondle their breast as he licked and sucked at their skin, enjoying the way they subtly moved their hips to grind against his torso. they were nothing like itrapped.
this was noob, not trapped. they were different people despite the small similarities, but it angered chance nonetheless. he couldn’t help how angry he seemed to get when they looked at him a certain way. he gripped their waist, grinding himself up against them, listening to the soft gasp it forced out of them. “you’re so needy.. do you want me to make you feel good, puppy? i bet you’re aching.”
noob panted, eyesight blurred and head empty of any coherent thoughts. they nodded dumbly, whimpering as their hands grasped at chance’s jacket and tugged. “arms up for me, honey. let me take your hoodie off.” noob complied obediently, raising their arms and letting chance pull it off of them and discarding it to the floor. his eyes behind his shades took in the sight, their perky breasts and chubbier frame, the little pudge at their tummy that he loved to press down on when he fucked them stupid. “that a good pup you are, huh? you’re adorable.”
noob flushed brightly, grinding down on chance while anxiously biting their lip. “okay, okay.. hips up, let’s get your pants off.” noob sat up awkwardly on their knees, undoing the button of their jeans as chance helped them take the piece of clothing off their legs. “baby.. you want me to finger you? or do you wanna hump my thigh?” chance asked with almost a needy tone, like he needed for noob to use them for whatever they wanted.
noob stared blankly at chance for a moment, unsure of what they wanted .. eventually picking as they began to rock their hips against chance’s thigh, the friction of their rougher dress pants against their clothed covered sex made them want to sob. they leaned forward, pressing their face into chance’s neck while feeling his hands grasp their ass and help moved them back and forth on his thigh. “there you go.. let me know when you’re close, okay?” chance asked softly, turning his head to press open mouthed kisses to their neck and shoulder.
noob released a quiet moan into chance’s neck, hips stuttering as their thighs squeezed against either side of the gambler’s thigh. they whined like a pathetic little pup, sweating in the cluttered cabin that had zero ventilation. they opened their mouth, pressing against chance’s jaw to lick towards his mouth, initiating a needy kiss. chance instantly reciprocated with the same energy. his hands roughly grasped their waist, rocking them against his thigh while bouncing his leg upwards against their sex. “fffuck..” he groaned, pulling away to stare down at how wet noob’s underwear was by now. it was fucking soaked.
chance reached a hand between their bodies to pull noob’s underwear to the side, practically drooling at the sight of their cunt. he pressed his thumb against their clit, leaning in to suckle at their breasts again. “o-ohgod.. chance.. chance, chance, wait—“ noob babbled, knocking his fedora off as they grasped his long hair and pulled. “shiit.. i’m sorry puppy, you’re just so fucking hot.. i can’t help it.”
“put it in now.. please,” noob mewled, making a show of grinding their hips in a fluid motion, making sure to use those pretty blue eyes of theirs that drive chance practically insane. the gambler didn’t need any other encouragement, lifting noob up by the underside of their upper thighs while undoing his pants to pull their cock out. He lined the tip up against their aching cunt, slowly and carefully pushing into them as noob sunk down on his length, panting and whining pathetically. “ffffuck.. oh, shit, you feel so fucking good.” chance whined, pressing forward so he could lick and suck at the robloxian’s neck. he probably sounded needier than noob right now.
he grasped the other’s hand, tightly holding it as noob began to grind their hips against him, slowly lifting up and dropping back down to ride him. “o-oh.. fuck, puppy.. what a good mutt you are, huh?” he panted, head tilting back as he whined. the way noob’s walls grasped his length made him almost insane. the feeling of their insides stretching around him, constricting even tighter like they needed him to never pull out. the softness and warmth of it all, it had him ready to cum then and there.
not even 10 minutes in and they were fucking like needy dogs in heat, chance whining and huffing as he had shed his blazer and dress shirt. it was uncomfortably hot in the cabin from their bodies constantly rubbing against one another as they fucked, noob having chance hold their hair up while the two kissed. the robloxian had his hand on the gambler’s chest, feeling his pecs .. trailing to his nipples and feeling the cool metal of his piercings there. they began to tweak the soft flesh, eagerly grinding their hips against his cock with renewed vigor. who knew a guy with nipple piercings would be such a turn on?
“fffuck.. fuck, puppy, ‘m gonna cum soon if you don’t stop..” chance whined pathetically. noob gasped, their cunt squelching obscenely. “d-dont pull out!” they stuttered between little mewls, biting their lip and staring at chance with eyes that just screamed “fill me up.”
chance swallowed the lump in his throat and smiled, a toothy one that resembled the way a wild dog snarled. they grasped noob’s hips and bounced them on his cock much more efficiently, letting their hair drape down and stick to their forehead from how much they were sweating. it was gross and filthy, but it made him even more eager to ruin his stupid puppy and stain them with his cum.
“o-oh god— chance.. chance!” noob cried, hiccuping and barely able to complete their sentence, resorting to weakly hitting against chance’s chest. they squeezed around chance’s cock, cumming hard as they went practically limp, whining and crying from the overstimulation to their sensitive cunt. “fuck.. i know honey, just give me a sec..” he groaned, leaning forward and suckling on noob’s neck.
it wasn’t long before he was cumming as well, filling up his puppy’s tummy. he panted, saliva dripping from the side of his mouth from how pussy drunk he felt. pressing a hand against the other’s pudgy stomach, he could feel himself inside still. “shit.. you’re so good to me. too good.” he laughed softly, watching as noob whined and squirmed, clearly tired. it was so pitiful, it made him hard.
“you wanna go for another round, puppy?”
Chapter 3: obsessions & appreciation ( guest1337/taph )
Summary:
taph is a little jealous of guest and how well liked and valuable he is to the team.. guest shows taph he’s appreciated as well. in his own way, of course
Notes:
i haven’t written in a while and have been being a nolifer on forsaken, mb guys
anyway poorly written AGAIN sorry not sorry
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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taph was never really a valued member of the team. he was a stranger, an outcast that didn’t quite fit in among the others. he didn’t communicate normally and instead used sign language that only a few people could understand. he wasn’t particularly good at running away or distracting killers, and usually was unprioritized by others. he didn’t mind, though. he was fine with just hanging around dusekarr and listening to him chatter on with his strange rhyming, or simply follow around builderman and taking every order he was given. the abilities and resources he was able to use in round weren’t very useful and could be bypassed easily .. but it was appreciated by others in the team that he at least tried. until recently, where he was put into a match and things felt .. different.
his traps were suddenly much more successful, and he didn’t feel so awkward and slow when putting down a subspace tripmine. he was beginning to feel much more useful and some of his acquaintances would request traps, or thank him for the ones he had placed beforehand to help out. what was strange however, was that he still felt .. excluded, in a way. he wasn’t particularly close to anyone to begin with, but it was awkward being with the others. he wished he could be a more useful and recognized part of the group.. someone like shedletsky, who was popular and valued, even if he sometimes messed up. or elliot. everyone loved elliot .. at least the people taph knew.
or guest. he was the most looked up to. he was resilient and strong .. as well as reliable. he was probably the best guy around (besides builderman). and that thought alone began taph’s infatuation with him. it started small, originally being only a bit of jealousy. then he began to follow him around, stalking silently behind walls and trees while quietly setting down traps incase guest needed it. then came the attraction. taph couldn’t help but drool over the man’s build .. or how good his hair looked. that cowlick that fell from his hairline, and how he panted and breathed heavily whenever he was exhausted. his voice and how he would grunt out that he’s fine, or say thank you to anyone who helped him. the way he said it to taph.. offering a nod of acknowledgment and sometimes a gentle smile.
of course, guest noticed taph’s strange behavior. how could he not? he was a trained military veteran, and a damn good one too. that strange mute guy followed him around almost everywhere, and would randomly pop up behind him with things like medkits and sodas. he would stare (at least that’s what guest assumed he was doing, he couldn’t really tell from the dark cloak and hood he always wore). it was .. cute, in a way. he could tell taph wanted to be included and recognized more often for his work, and he just didn’t know how to express it.
and that’s how they ended up with taph’s back pressed against guest’s chest, his legs spread apart with the help of the military veteran’s knees underneath his own. “you poor thing.. you must be lonely sometimes, right? i’ve noticed how you wander around sometimes when you don’t have anything to do or help with.” guest softly whispered into taph’s ear, brushing his shaggy and long hair back in a soothing motion. his rough and calloused hands were gentle, practically petting taph like he was a little bird.
taph only mewled, his voice raspy and dry due to disuse. he tugged at guest’s sleeve, raising his hips and wiggling around to take his fingers deeper. a drawn out whine came from the usually quiet taph, his body trembling against the older
man. “look up for me, sweetheart. focus on me, okay?” guest smiled as taph obediently raised his head, biting and chewing at his bottom lip as his long black bangs fell away from his face. he was pale, half of his face mutilated and covered in scar tissue. guest assumed it was from one of his bombs, probably having gone off sometime before he was put into this hell with the rest of them.
“do you want me to jerk you off, or do you just need my fingers?” guest asked, nuzzling his nose into taph’s hair and pressing a soft kiss. taph awkwardly shifted around, unsure what to sign in this situation as he felt guest’s fingers still in his ass. “don’t think too hard, taph. tap once for option one, two for option two. does that work for you?” guest leaned closer, pressing feather light kisses to the other’s neck while awaiting his reply. taph nodded and tapped his index and middle fingers once against guest’s arm. “such a smart boy,” he praised, sliding his free hand to taph’s dick.
guest wrapped his fingers around the others cock, stroking upward in a gentle manner while his fingers curled deeper into him. each time he would move his hand, his fingers would move in sync and rub against all those little sensitive spots in taph, who was shaking and whining from the feeling of it all. his brain felt like mush .. raising his hips and just letting his body do whatever felt good. “there you go.. just relax. you do so much for us— for me. you deserve appreciation too, huh?”
taph, who could barely register any words aside from “you deserve appreciation,” moaned rather pathetically at the praise. his hands grasped at guest’s wrist stroking his cock, his eyes hazy and unfocused. he tightened and squeezed around guest’s fingers rather noticeably, his cock leaking precum all over the others fingers. taph feverishly tapped at the other’s arm, looking up at him and whining.
“ohhh, god.. what am i gonna do with you? you’re so adorable.” guest laughed gently, smiling from ear to ear as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to taph’s dry and chewed lips. his fingers kept moving around in the demolitionist’s hole, digging deep into him and pressing teasingly against this prostate. taph gasped, going rigid as he scratched at guests’s scarred and welt built arms. he let out a choked cry, squirming as his cock spurted out thick ropes of cum all over the veteran’s hand.
“shh.. i know. relax.” guest cooed, wiping his soiled hand onto his pant leg before using his forearm to press against taph’s neck, forcing his head back and just cutting off his air supply slightly. he kept his fingers moving gently, lightly scissoring his ass open while listening to the demolitionist’s heavy panting and wheezing. his abdomen flexed, eyes squeezing shut as his hole gripped around guest’s fingers impossibly tight. he tapped at guests’s forearm, signaling he needed air and he immediately loosened his hold.
“you’re a fast learner, hm? what a smart boy you are,” he praised. taph could only whine in response, slouching against guest while still in his dirty robe. “next time, you can ride me. sound good?” guest questioned, manhandling taph despite him being quite tall and lean. oh yeah. taph was definitely looking forward to next time.
Notes:
should i write slasher fics too.. hes so cute i love him
also got jason ms4 FINALLY