you dont need a title just come and request shit (ALWAYS OPEN)

by altim00, iltim00, ultim00

Summary:

hi

this is a forsaken request book

please request delusional crap

Notes:

𝐼𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓅𝒾𝒸 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝑜𝒻 𝒩𝑜𝓁𝒾, 𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒶 𝒽𝒾𝓉 𝑅𝑜𝒷𝓁𝑜𝓍 𝑔𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓁𝑒𝒹 "𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓈𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃" 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑒𝓌𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈, 𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓎𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓈𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓅𝓅 𝒢𝑜𝑜𝑔𝓁𝑒.. 𝒮𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒, 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓌, 𝓎𝑒𝓉 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝓉, 𝒜𝑜𝟥, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉, 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒, 𝓈𝑜 𝓌𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓈𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝒷𝓊𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓂𝒶 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃, 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈, 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓂𝟢𝟢, 𝓉𝑜 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓇𝓈. 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈; 𝒻𝑜𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓀𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓈 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓇, 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝓃 𝒶 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓃, 𝒹𝒾𝑔𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝑔𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈, 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝓆𝓊𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓂𝟢𝟢, 𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝓁𝑒𝓍𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎. 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓈𝓉𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝓊𝓃𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓅𝓊𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓈, 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹, 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈. 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒹𝓊𝑒 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝐼 𝓊𝓇𝑔𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝑒. 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓈𝓅, 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝓅 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀𝓈. 𝒮𝑜 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹, 𝒹𝑜 𝐼 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓊𝓃𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒? 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝑔𝑒, 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶.

Chapter 1: coms

hi

this is a forsaken request book

please request delusional crap

please read

i have done a lot of request books in the past (but i deleted them all/put them on anonymous creator because they sucked ass and were worse than a 2nd graders writing, but i gotten better, WAY better, trust) and i never fail to have a problem with you lot, the commissioners. i dont write bullshit about what im going to write and what im not going to write just for decoration. so read up.

 

on that note,

will

-character/reader

-character/character (not all ships are accepted tho, like doublefedora, adminvirus, pizzaburger, or 2-sided ichance. feel free to ask about any of these tho and we will decide if we will write or not.)

-this request is aimed towards highly nsfw character/reader content so whatever you want we will write. dw about comfort, all authors have a freak in them🥹🥹

- your hcs (bc thats the only way you will like me)

-oneshots, short stories, alphabets, headcanons

-following up on the previous one, i will take this as far as to make a seperate chapter book for you

-guys ill do adult!character/minor!reader but never adult!reader/minor!character

-i will write about c00lkidd, bluudud, and pr3tty princess BUT NOTHING SEXUAL. i can do romantic, but to a certain point. this will only revolve hugs and hand holding/confessing love !STEAMING HOT TAKE! kids can have crushes too

-i can also translate into other languages

-you can ask for more than one commission at a time. we actually take this as a massive compliment.

wont

-character/oc, or any oc stuff. i know there are some on the waiting list but we are not going to write these anymore as this fic is directed towards freakier character/reader content

-the only kinks i wont do are feet and scat bc i have a phobia of feet dontjudgeme😵

-ageplay/age re/petplay

-giving birth cuz its the only thing i (ultim00, who writes most of the nsfw) dont have experience with that i write here

-just dont be weird guys

 

i dont have your bright ideas. when you commission, give me a rough storyline. i can tolerate if you dont have any ideas either but its not going to be as detailed as the other ones that have storylines because i dont have as much to go off of. i want to write whats gonna make you satisfied during ur goon sesh

ex: ,,can you do 007n7/reader smut. reader gives 7n7 head'' AND I CAN TURN THAT INTO SOMETHING

(this is a plot for a fic im already making. steal it and i will be there with you, patiently waiting. you wont notice me, but i WILL be there)

 

ya thats it

prolly gonna add more to this but idk i think i covered it all

Notes:

altim♡: also!! since this is a multi owned fic, if you want a specific person to write your request then just ask for the either of us! its as simple as "to altim00/ultim00/iltim00, can you do this..?"

we all write and draw very well so dont be afraid to ask for a new author. your requests are in our hands!

author status:
(◇) ultim00: available
(♡) altim00: available
(♧) iltim00: available

Chapter 2: to do list

Notes:

dont let the list scare you away.. i swear i get my works finished in a reasonable /short amount of time. trust me ill make it worth the wait

TO DO LIST & FINISHED:

1x1x1x1biggestfan
taph & reader - platonic, wholesome

CHAI_Drinker
chance/m!reader - romantic, violence

ExceptionalSentinel
c00lkidd & 007n7 - platonic ofc, stereotypical teenager emo phase

Oleole
007n7/reader - smut and nsfw

ihaveaseeeeecreeeeet
c00lkidd & 007n7, platonic ofc, angst and suicide

Mew0v0
taph/reader - cuddles and fluff

.
1x1x1x1/reader - light romance, fluff

d4n1_0n_p4wzz
chance/gn!reader - hurt/comfort, light gore

lemonninq
telamon/f!reader - smut and praise

GooningTo007n7
dom!007n7/f!reader - smut and praise

(REWRITE) Oleole
007n7/reader - smut and nsfw

Motor_Oil
007n7/c00lgui - wireplay

Tr77en
007n7/noli/reader - smut

Latte_Elite
taph/m!reader - smut and cuddles

Chanceplower404
chance/gn!reader - piss kink, nsfw

ghosty_bojangles
two time/gn!reader - platonic, fluff

Nolisscythe
bottom!noli/007n7 - semi public sex, degrading

#1 Voidburger gooner ever
bottom!noli/007n7 - smut and praise

Elena
(OC) clara/soldier - fluff and romance

Dailymoronicactivities
gasharpoon/monster!f!reader - smut and breeding

Toasty
1x1x1x1/killer(?)reader - obsessed 1x

kat_thelorekid
spectre/reader - fluff

kat_thelorekid
spectre/reader - smut, degrading

Metamorphoxis
1x1x1x1/killer!f!reader - smut, degrading

MaskedWonderlandJester
two time/afab!reader - romantic tension, hurt/comfort

ForsakenButFreaky
gasharpoon/reader - smut

hilalaffg
chance/m!mage!reader - smut

HYP3RSH0CK
1x1x1x1/storm-chaser!reader - romance and implied smut

D4MN_DEER
bottom!noli/007n7 - bondage + degrading, smut

Lyney
1x1x1x1/reader - romance and smut

007N7 PLEASE LET ME TASTE THAT BUSSY
preforsaken!007n7 & c00lkidd - angst

Broken Stars
007n7/f!reader - hurt/comfort, fluff

FreakiestAround
builderman/f!reader/telamon - smut and breeding, praise

Milkshake_Doll
jealous!mafioso/f!reader - smut

TheLightsAreOn_NobodysHome
1x1x1x1/m!reader - smut

FreakiestAround
builderman/fem!reader - slow burn, eventual smut

Strawb3rri_pearls
elliot/idol!reader - fluff, eventual romance

iwanttopinthisguydownsobadandimnotregret
chance/transmasc!reader - romance and fluff

elliot_AWOL
teen!c00lkidd/reader - romance and fluff

Willow_
1x1x1x1/transmasc!reader - fluff, comfort

RatSchemer
1x1x1x1/f!reader + survivors & f!reader - PREGNANCY confrontations OOOOOO

OOZINGGUTZ
f!1x1x1x1/f!reader - hmmm

MaNT1s
telamon/reader - smut + body worship

Absolute_menace
doombringer/genderfluid!amab!reader - smut

Absolute_menace
doombringer/gn!reader - cafe date, fluff

Dailymornicactivities
hacklord/f!yandere!reader - slow burn + nsfw

bunniyip
top!chance/ftm!reader - eventual smut

thewalkingradish
college!007n7/f!reader - fluff and romance

MurderMutt
telamon/ftm!touch-starved!reader - smut + edging

wil332
telamon/doombringer/afab!reader - idkwhat to title this

Winterion
chance/m!reader - smut

CANCELLED:

bluedelulu
007n7/reader - romantic/nsfw, confessing feelings

007n7/m!reader - smut

Western_Soup
(OC) Dr. Ford - angst, ?

Chapter 3: (◇) "Watch me." (Taph & Reader - Platonic Friendship)

Notes:

1x1x1x1biggestfan
taph & reader - platonic friendship, wholesome

You scoff, rolling your eyes with a smirk. "Watch me."

 

Taph wasn't any less hesitant to hand you his subspace tripmine. You were gonna stun the killer with this thing if it's the last thing you do.

 

It was very lightweight, the black rims sliding in your hands. Assuming it would explode from any other contact, you do a practice underhand toss, but don't let it slip from your hands.

 

"Tsh, this'll be easy." Eyeing your cloaked friend with a grin, confidence flared in your chest. This bet would be easy; all you had to do was throw the mine at the killer, get the stun, and dip.

 

Taph followed closely behind you after you turned, previously signing he had to stay with you to "make sure you actually stunned the killer with the mine" because if he didn't see it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe it.

 

Before you started moving around the map again, you steal another glance at the mine in your hands, the magenta crystal; blackened at the ends, remained dull as always. One final look at your friend behind you had you on the move to find the killer.

 

First, you looked for loud sources of noises or places where the other survivors would go past often. There was no luck for a short minute.

 

You could've sworn you already walked past this generator..

 

After that first minute and no sign of the killer- which was crazy because if this was any other time you were by yourself with no help in sight, you would've already been found.

 

But soon enough, you hear a animalistic growl, and you stand up straight. The riotous noise had your posture fixed in an instant.

 

You whip around in all directions, watching as spikes of black raise from the ground, stopping right in front of you. Missed by a hair, but still, your eyes widened.

 

Taph pushed you forward when John Doe came into view, and you trembled. Sure, you had the tripmine but do you throw it to the ground or do you throw it at his body?

 

Now you wished you had questions earlier.

 

Your grip on the rim of Taph's subspace tripmine tightened, and you most likely weren't going to be tossing it anytime soon.

 

Once you'd declared how scared you were with the authority of stunning by just standing there, frozen up and not doing anything, Taph hooked his arm around your wrist and darted off with you.

 

The two of you ran, and in a situation so bad just some simple jogging had you panting. Taph held you close, but over time, slowly loosened his grip.

 

At a point, you had became cornered from your evasion, and you swear under your breath for letting Taph lead you here. Now you had no other option but to toss the mine.

 

John Doe wasn't all too far, but still a great distance. Technically, you could keep running and try to get away but.. you realized you had to finish this dare!

 

The tripmine's crystal radiated ever so slightly, magenta floating into the air around it. You look down at it, then up at the gap that the malicious killer was quickly closing between you and your friend.

 

Taph tugged at your arm in a way to urge you to just throw the mine already. He nudged you forward again, which really threw your head in the game.

 

Your hands were cold with sweat. Every moment of this- you hate it! With John now standing right before you, raising his corrupted arm to slash at you, you think as fast as you can- which was a bit too fast.

 

Heart pounding in your ears, you raise the tripmine to cover your face and protect you from the slash, but that didn't go as well as you thought it did.

 

Bright neon magenta shrouded your vision everywhere, blinding you temporarily. The world went blurry, and through the poor vision of yours, you assume the crystal lost all its color and shrivelled up.

 

The tripmine fell from your hands as soon as the flash happened, and you didn't even bother to worry for the least of a second.

 

It was only then till you could actually make out your surroundings that you threw yourself back into the reality of the danger you had unknowingly started.

 

The flash seemed to affect Taph more than you, so now was your turn to grab him and run.

The two of you barely managed to escape to the survivor's cabin, but it happened.

 

◇ ~ • ~ • ~ ◇

You slouched in a chair at the round table with your elbows propped up on it, cheeks in your hands. Taph stood across from you, silently scolding you for what happened not too long ago, but you turned away from his sign language to focus on the ground beneath you.

 

The cabin was lightly buzzing with chatter from the other survivors, while this was what you got. Sign language from the mute demolitionist that you weren't even paying attention to.

 

Taph slammed his hands on the table, causing you to flinch. It brought your focus right back to your friend, and from God knows where he pulled out a scrapped paper and pen.

 

He scribbled capitalized words on the paper, and you chew on your lip as you watch. Once the paper, which was probably a ripped corner from a book, was full, he slid it across the table so you could read it.

 

'UR NOT EVEN LISTENING TO ME
ARE YOU??
>:('

 

You gaze over the note for a second longer, picking it up only a few inches off the table, then leisurely look up at him. There was no face that you could see in that hood, but you still stare where you would imagine his eyes to be.

 

You shake your head, and his shoulder tensed up more. "Only because you're not talking."

 

If he could, you imagine he would've made some kind of overly dramatic groan. Instead, he leans forward to grab the paper in your hands and crumples it up.

 

Taph crossed his arms in defeat, shoulders slumping, and you grin in amusement. Sometimes, you were a bit more than a handful.

 

The silence hung for moments longer. Taph had no reason to be mad at you, but every reason to be. You were just too cocky to see it.

 

You lean all the way back in your chair, so far that the front legs tip off of the ground. "I just don't get why you're so mad."

 

In a rush, Taph signed back to you, at which you watch every hand movement but don't actually consider his side of the story. 'How can you be so carefree? We almost died because of you!'

 

You huff. "Well, we're fine now, right?" The chair you sat on wobbled, prompting you to stop leaning so far backwards on it.

 

'Yes, but..' He ended on the same sign, then dropped his hands to his sides. You did have a point.. Surely he could just let it go. It's in the past now.

 

"Exactly!" Exclaiming after he didn't add anything to his complaints, you believe your point was truly proven. Letting all 4 legs of the chair hit the ground, you lean further across the table as far as you can go. That same grin never left your face. "I got both of us out alive, so you can't be mad at me."

 

Taph tilted is head forward, then shrugged and sat in the chair across from yours. Accepting the agreement, you turn away again, watching as your fellow survivors talk, switching from table to table to see many different emotions portrayed in their conversations.

 

At one table, 2 sentinels were laughing. The booth behind theirs donned only 1 lonely survivalist who had his head in his hands, and majority of the other tables you couldn't tell because you didn't bother to linger on them long enough.

 

Taph reached out to your side of the table and tapped his fingers on the wood, catching your attention once more.

 

'You do realize you lost the bet though, right?'

 

You inhale and open your mouth at the same time to say something, but the words don't come out.

 

Seriously? You just saved the two of you and he's already nagging you about losing the bet.

 

Taph's shoulders bounced, like he was laughing but there was no sound. You stare at the tip of his finger that was pointed at you, and finally that grin of yours was wiped away and reduced to a thin line.

 

Rolling your eyes, "Whatever. You're right. How much do I owe ya?"

 

He opened his palm to represent a 5, then in the second hand, curled his fingers inwards to represent a 0. 50 dollars, not too much but not too little. Though you had way much more money than that, but you weren't gonna tell him because then he would raise the price.

 

Unless he was indirectly calling you broke for asking for such a low amount of money..

 

"Well, you'd better teach me how to throw those mines correctly then." In an attempt to cover up your defeat, you keep the conversation going. "I don't want to keep giving you money over little things."

 

Taph shrugged. 'Or maybe you should stop agreeing to my bets.'

 

You imagine he's smiling wide. "Yeah, whatever.."

Chapter 4: (◇) "I would've been the same way." (Chance/M!Reader - Fluff)

Summary:

CHAI_Drinker
chance/m!reader, fluff and blindly falling in love, (light) violence

It hurt your heart to leave behind such a good friend like Chance, no matter how many times he reassured you it was for the greater good.

 

He admired how you were actually going out of the country for abroad studying, while he would stay back, doing his usual at the casino.

 

It made you chuckle the first time they said it; Chance never let you down when it came to motivation- or how you had seen it in the way they put it.

 

But it didn't matter so much, did it? Its not like you were leaving forever, so that made the weight on your shoulders lighter.

 

The weeks passed, and it felt like Chance grew distant from you, as he had made a new friend.

 

Everytime you called or texted Chance, him and his friend were together. Not that you really talked with him much, but the point still stands.

 

It was like they did everything together.

 

At first, you were jealous. Seeing them hang out so much made your mind draw some crazy conclusions, but you pushed it all away in denial. It was always the same reason for your jealousy: simply because you hadn't seen Chance in so long.

 

ITrapped. Such an interesting name. You swear, you're going to trap him and--

 

Stop. It wasn't that deep, and it never will be.

 

Today was very special, because you were returning home from Europe. Now you would get to reunite with Chance and meet their friend you hear so much about.

 

The plane ride was smooth, except for the ridiculous turbulance and that terrible spot you got, literally stuck in between a fatass (probably) mom and a middle aged woman who kept the window cover open the entire plane ride.

 

Okay, so maybe not as smooth as you describe, but you blame the heightened emotions of finally coming back home. How excitement has anything to do with being extremely ticked off by every little thing is beyond you, but you still use it as an excuse.

 

Chance agreed to come and pick you up from the airport. You were surprised when you found his car and ITrapped wasn't in the front seat.

 

For the entire car ride back to your house, the conversations went on and off- obviously the two of you were glad to see each other again, but it just felt like he wasn't matching your excitement.

 

No, you've gotta be overthinking this. Of course he still likes you! Everyone has more than 1 friend, and they don't care, so why would you?

 

After Chance had dropped you off at your house, he mentioned how him and ITrapped were going to drop by the casino the next day, but since you were finally back home, he wanted to invite you as well.

 

Obviously, you accepted without a second thought. Chance grinned wide when you gave him the usual knowing agreement. This time, you were going to beat him in blackjack.

 

And so the next day came. It seemed like the hours of the previous day just flew by, because it felt like you were in your house, unpacking your suitcase, and then you blink and now you're sitting at a table in Chance's casino.

 

In your hands, a 6 of hearts and a 8 of spades. You were confident with that 14, so you hit and take another card.

 

The card revealed to you almost made you break your poker face. Before you, a 3 of clubs.

 

Across from you, Chance shifted in their seat, leaning backwards. You glance at them, then to ITrapped who stood next to them, arms crossed.

 

ITrapped was standing at a fair distance from Chance's seat, hip slightly tilted. You imagine he'd be looking over his friend's cards, but instead, you catch him staring hard at the flintlock leaning against the chair he stood before.

 

Weird. It was kind of like he was taking in all the details of the gun.

 

Now you were at a 17. As Chance turned over his next card, you thought hard while staring at your own cards if you should just stand with the 17, you were already so close to 21, but there was a more likely possibility that the next card would be above 4.

 

"Euh?!" You exclaim, your jaw hanging open. After you made up in your mind what your next move would be, you look up to see Chance's ace and queen; revealed to make a perfect 21.

 

You slam your cards onto the table in a shock. How does he always win??

 

What was the point of even trying to get words across? The cards have already decided Chance won.

 

With slouched posture, you push your chips across the table to Chance, who had that signature smirk on his face as usual. He pulled the remaining chips towards him, embracing it like each one was a precious fragment- which it.. pretty much was.

 

"Please? Play me again?" You wave your old cards from the previous game, hoping to get another shot. It was a stupid idea, considering how Chance was literally the world's luckiest person, but you didn't care.

 

Chance shook his head, standing up and pushing himself up with his hands on the edge of the table. You weren't gonna win anyways. "Let's get some drinks."

 

Whatever. You've always got another shot at it later. Maybe you can play against ITrapped, if Chance didn't already teach him how to rig the deck so he could always win.

 

You also stand up, tossing the cards back to the dealer. Chance grabbed his flintlock, shoving it in his jacket like it was some kind of bottomless purse. There was a lot to not understand about them.

 

The 3 of you found yourself at the end of the bar table, with Chance sitting in the middle between you and his other friend. For some reason, his friend was so quiet and cryptic with you around.

 

It made you nervous how ITrapped barely even muttered a greeting your way when you first met today. Either he was just shy, or there was something deeper happening here.

 

You try not to jump to conclusions, but by the way your gut told you something was wrong with him could only encourage you to do just that.

 

I mean, he's been eyeing Chance's gun, acting like a spy, and barely even talking. Something's got to be up with him.

 

And Chance meant too much to you if ITrapped tried to do anything to hurt him.

 

Trying to get it off your mind, you order a couple shots. You're trying to limit how much alcohol you drink so you can stay conscious of what's happening as long as ITrapped was around.

 

For a long time, you kept your eyes on said friend. Everytime he moved his head, you would quickly snap back to stare at your shot glass, rubbing the droplets off of the outside of it.

 

Eventually, ITrapped had gotten up to go to the bathroom, and as soon as you saw him leave, you took your shot to run it all down to Chance.

 

Estimating by the amount he drank, you had to shake Chance's shoulder to get his attention. He turned his head over his shoulder, humming a 'hm?'

 

"Dude, what's up with your friend? He's so creepy." You start, leaning inwards so he could understand you better.

 

"Oh, psh," Chance turned to look in the direction ITrapped had gone. "He'll warm up to ya eventually."

 

You open your mouth to say something, anything, but you just don't have words for the moment. Another time, you decide, when they aren't drunk and will actually side with you, you'll talk to them about it.

 

~~

"You've gotta listen to me, Chance!"

 

He was quiet, staring at the counter. Still, they believed ITrapped wouldn't do the such things you theorized to be happening.

 

"Your parents literally have a vault with loads of money in it! What kind of sketchy person like him isn't going to use you to get there?"

 

You tried to make your tone empathetic so Chance could at least consider your view on his friend.

 

"I've seen enough to assume the worst! He doesn't even seem engaged or happy to be around you!!"

 

At this point, you were talking so frantically and worried into your phone, your friend on the other line could barely make out the words you were saying.

 

Something about ITrapped, more hate about ITrapped, ITrapped this, ITrapped that.

 

Chance chewed on his lower lip as he continued to listen to you rant. The overall message: you were scared for his life.

 

Even if Chance believed you, he wouldn't be able to bring himself to get ITrapped to leave him alone. What if your speculations were wrong, and they had dumped their friend for nothing?

 

It was even bad to sit here and listen to you complain about ITrapped.

 

"I know that you guys are close friends, but that doesn't mean that you know hi--"

 

Were those last words you spoke before Chance hung up the phone.

~~

 

To say the least, Chance was really trying to squeeze in time for both you and ITrapped. Clearly, he wouldn't let you hang out with him when his friend was around due to all your negativity about him.

 

But still, you warned Chance how their friend may not be who they thought he was. They never listened to you.

 

ITrapped did eventually catch on to your rising suspicions, and that was where he realized he had to finally make him move.

 

Tonight he would kill Chance in Russian Roulette, and take you out back to personally get the job done afterwards.

 

The casino was packed with people, much to ITrapped's disadvantage. While you and Chance dragged him around the place, he started plotting your murder.

 

There was only one available option; and it was the best way to get the job done.

 

The 3 of you spent a lot of the night constantly switching between table to the bar to table to the bar. Chance was the only one who would drink much, as you were still trying to be wary about his friend.

 

The time passed by quickly before ITrapped talked Chance into multiple games of Russian Roulette when you weren't in earshot.

 

Though once you saw Chance with the roulette gun pointed at his temple, your heart dropped in your stomach.

 

Pursing your lips, trying to push down the images of what could potentially come. It wasn't like the next thing you knew, Chance's brain could be blown out all over the fucking table.

 

The thought of it.. a hole peeking through either side of his head just through his temples, blood trickling from it. His smile remaining from the little reaction time, no matter how much it scared him. After the gunshot would ring out, his body would remain still for a second before his hand dropped and soon-to-be corpse falling forward, hitting the table with a thud.

 

Was that what ITrapped wanted? To just kill Chance off as simply as that? Did he want to witness something so gruesome like that, and then live with it forever, knowing he was responsible for the death of his friend's life?

 

No, none of that was gonna happen. Chance always won at everything, so why would he lose now? His luck never let him down, no matter the situation.

 

You settle to stand behind them, but not very far. The roulette game blurred in your eyes, because you just didn't want to watch, no matter how much you could reassure yourself Chance would live.

 

Fuck, why were you so worried? Obviously it was normal for a person to be like this in a situation where their friend could possibly die, but you feel a bit excessive. Like you're scared a little too much for Chance's life, probably even more scared than Chance himself. Like there were things the two of you were meant to do together, but you weren't quite there yet.

 

The barrel was empty. Tightness burned away in your chest, and air felt much cleaner to breath. Chance passed the gun to ITrapped, and he grabbed it, twirling it effortlessly in a circle around the trigger guard.

 

"That leaves one slot for death." He slowed his trick, speaking very smoothly. Even if it did scare him so bad knowing there was only a 50/50 chance he would live, he still acted like it didn't phase him.

 

Chance hummed, leaning back into the relaxtion of the chair. Was he worried just as much as you were? As much as you didn't like ITrapped for the things you thought he did, you also didn't want to see him dead over a game of roulette that could've been avoided.

 

ITrapped didn't raise the gun yet, watching it and adjusting it in his slender fingers. The roulette gun, solid and dull with the claims of lives from previous games. It was like the game of life-or-death adrenaline turned into some usual monotony, a bland, overpopulated game that alwayd had the same tension time and time again.

 

Ever so hesitantly, ITrapped raised the gun. He held it in front of his face, pointing it towards him. It was like holding your breath for 5 minutes after he realized in was infact his turn and he would have to risk this chance.

 

"If I die," He tried to cover up the shakiness by adding pace to his actions, doing all his best to hide his trembling, and it worked. If you hadn't noticed the tremor in his thumb on the trigger, you would've been stuck with seeing the man as a physco.

 

God, you cant even imagine being up to something like this. If your blood ran as cold as it did for you being on the sidelines watching, you can't even start to wonder what it would be like actually being a part of the game. Still, ITrapped put his best into burying those emotions. "Well, nevermind."

 

The two shared grins. It made you sick. You get throwing your life into the game could mean trying to look your best, but sitting here and denying your final messages to each other was way over your head.

 

ITrapped opened his mouth wide, shoving the barrel of the gun inside. His eyes locked with Chance's the whole time, even as his shoulders rose and he cracked the trigger.

 

With both thumbs pressed on top of each other, ITrapped finally accepted his peace, and pushed down on the trigger. He flinched hard, one eye squinted more than the other. The trigger wiggled the gun, pulling back hard and slamming back forward after the gun was fired. It clicked, but no bullet was promised.

 

ITrapped kept the barrel in his mouth for a moment longer, registering he wasn't just seeing the world around him before his death. A smile tugged at his lips and he let it take over, airy chuckles falling from his mouth.

 

That meant the last slot had a bullet in it with Chance's name written all over it.

 

A wet spot of saliva was ever so visible on the barrel after ITrapped pulled the roulette gun out from his mouth, quickly wiping it off and tossing the gun onto the table, landing perfect in the center. It slid towards the edge of the table from the contact, friction pointed absolutely at Chance.

 

ITrapped continued to laugh and smile; this was it. He would easily take out Chance in Russian roulette, and afterwards kill you because of your futility promising the big vault of money he was after. All you would do was get in the way.

 

Your eyes dart between the two friends, and you became stunned by the dynamic they revolved in in front of your face. How could someone even think of ITrapped as any sort of friend? It was obvious, plastered all over his bitch face from the start: he only had bad intentions.

 

You want to interfere, to stop the game, but you know your actions would be in vain. Chance wouldn't let you even if you tried.

 

The gun still pointed towards Chance as he leaned forward and grabbed it. He didn't waste a second to get it in the right position between his fingers and exhaled as he leaned right back into the chair.

 

You would've imagined Chance to say something, but he didn't, and just as fast as he picked up the gun he raised it to his forehead. One arm was slung over the edge of the chair, while this one held the end of his life.

 

He clicked the gun, eyes closed. You too, shield your eyes, already knowing the impending fate that would happen.

 

The shot fired, clicked, and you held your breath. Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes; you weren't looking but you could already imagine what was right in front of you. You pursed your lips and shut your eyes tighter than before, hoping to quell the wetness daring to fall down your cheeks.

 

The gun made an audible roll on the table, thudding when it hit forces. Chance was dead now.

 

You inhale, slowly, trying to regain your thoughts. Leisurely, you remove your hand covering your eyes.

 

Chance was sitting upright, not limp as he should be, nothing. A look over his face to see no blood had you confused. If the last slot had a bullet in it, shouldn't he be dead?

 

Sitting upright, you gaze over both of their faces, ITrapped contorted in your same confusion, and Chance with the same winning smile.

 

No blood on either of them. What went wrong?

 

Not that it was a wrong thing, it was better than everything that Chance had lived, but, this just left you puzzled.

 

ITrapped's shoulders tensed and rose up, looking Chance up and down. Then, he sighed, stammered, and asked to play again. He adjusted his pampered sleeves that really didn't need to be and stole the gun back from Chance.

 

Just before that Chance looked over his shoulder at you. When he saw your puzzled expression, he grinned wider, then mouthed to you, but more of a whisper. "Works every time."

 

That made you feel more grounded as the second game started. Not only was Chance's luck on his side, but was ITrapped. He was so promised to not get a bullet right through his head even as he begged to be played time and time again night after night.

 

This dynamic.. how could Chance not see that ITrapped was up to bloody deeds? Or maybe he already knew it, but played along because he knew he would win every game. Or maybe he was blinded by how reliant he was on ITrapped that he refused to believe he would ever think to hurt him.

 

Whatever it was, it really pissed you off but scared you to death at the same time. Sure, you could try and tell off ITrapped, but you were 99% sure that if you did he would be under your bed with a knife when you would get home.

 

The game was a blur, you tried to avert your attention to your drink but you couldn't get tipsy now. You tried to calm yourself when the gun was put down, internally telling yourself that no one would die.

 

Before you knew it, the final turn was over, and they were still both alive. The tension pulling your heart in all directions finally sank away, and it felt easier to breathe.

 

Chance declared he was done playing for the night with a flick of his hand and an airy laugh soon after the round ended. Knowing ITrapped, he was probably going to ask to play again, but Chance already knew what he was going to say and was just shutting his friend down for it.

 

After a moment of defeat, ITrapped finally set the gun down on the table and stood. He sighed very inaudibly, glaring at Chance.

 

You knew it, you had really felt something off and unsettling here. The look in his eyes.. it gave you chills, and ITrapped wasn't even looking at you.

 

"Chance," You breathed in his ear, low so his sketchy friend wouldn't hear. The bustling of the casino supported you anyways. "I think it's time we get out of here."

 

Chance took a step closer to you, never sharing your same discomfort. He was always so laid-back and relaxed about everything, and you never understood how he did it.

 

"I'm going to my car." Uneasy to leave him, you still turn when Chance nods. You were going to walk slower and when you see Chance and ITrapped leave in their own cars is when you'll be on your way home.

 

"See ya tomorrow?" Chance called to you from the exit before you left, and you turn to give him a thumbs-up and a hesitant nod.

 

The doors clicked as you pushed against them, then stepping into the cold of the night. You tug at your sleeve a bit, eager to cover up as much skin as you can as if it'll make you any warmer than you were now, but to no avail.

 

The sky was pitch black, and everything around you being illuminated by the LED lights of the casino's entrance and the street lights littering the parking lot and sidewalks. It gives you a sense of familiarity to see how still and peaceful the life was out here while there were people begging and screaming in the building behind you.

 

You step onto the black concrete, turning behind you for a final time before you started to navigate your way through the parking lot to your car. Keys dangling in your hand, you click the unlock button on them, listening for the beep of the car.

 

It sounded closer to the front than you remembered, so you pause your footsteps to turn and walk back. On your way, you see Chance and ITrapped walking out of the casino.

 

Chance had his arm slung over his friend's shoulder, mouth rapidly moving as he talked. You slowed your steps, cautious for them not to spot you as you stared.

 

What made you nervous was when you realized ITrapped didn't step into the parking lot; he was leading the both of them. Instead, he walked down the sidewalk to the left of the casino

 

hexgeh9d
Finding your car can wait, you've got some business to peak on. You perk up, looking over the cars to see where they were heading, and sure enough, ITrapped was taking them behind the casino.

 

You knew he was sketchy, you always tried to warn Chance. Footsteps clicking through the parking lot echoed silently as you trotted faster, trying your best to fall on your feet with each bounce as lightweight as possible so you wouldnt make much noise.

 

Making your way past all of the cars, you made it to the front. They kept walking, turning down the corner. Was Chance not going to speak up for himself? Clearly something bad was going to happen here, and it's not like with how tispy Chance was he could easily fight off ITrapped.

 

And thats why you were here. That's why you were always so on edge for Chance's safety, and it made you wonder why you were so engaged in that idea in the first place.

 

Rushing to the corner, you peek around the bend. ITrapped just kept leading Chance further down the alley, unfazed by the chatter going through his ears.

 

As quiet as you can, you follow a fair distance behind, making sure to not make any suspecting noises.

 

In one quick motion, ITrapped pushed Chance off of him to the ground, and the man in the suit yelped. He stumbled, hitting the ground with his back bouncing off for a second before falling back to the ground.

 

ITrapped drew his sword, holding it at a piercing angle to Chance's chest. Chance groaned, waving his arms when he realized the weapon being held to his life.

 

You watched him writhe for a second, Chance blocking his face with the flails of his arms. No, you can't bare it; you run into the middle of the scheme.

 

You tackled ITrapped, sucessfully getting him off of Chance, struggling on top of him. His blue crown tumbled off of his head as he gasped, face changing to that of frustration when he realized it was you who was intervening with his plans.

 

You knew it! You knew all along that ITrapped was up to no good! Here you were, trying to tell Chance that they were in total danger, but all of your warnings fell on deaf ears.

 

ITrapped shoved his hand in your face, pushing your head backwards, but you only grabbed tighter on his shoulders to hold on. A glance shot over to Chance's direction prompted them to scoot away. What you were really trying to do was make as much time for Chance to run away by holding his friend here.

 

Chance, still frozen in fear though, didn't move. The sword that could've had his heart on it lay idly at his feet, yet he didn't know what to do. To run, to fight, to kill.

 

ITrapped kicked you with his knee to your leg, and you loosen your hold for just a second. There was an urge in you to hurt him, but knowing Chance being right there, he would be so upset with you.

 

Shoving his hands away, you raise your own fist to punch his cheek. ITrapped clenched his jaw together, sucking in air through his mouth when you hit him, and he was even more pissed than before.

 

This was the man who wanted to kill your best friend. Why are so you going so easy on him? You punch him again, and he presses his uneasy hands to your chest.

 

No mercy now; you saw what he wanted to do for a long time, longer than you wanted the sight to last. Again, you punch him, and he shakes your shoulders as he squirmed sideways.

 

Chance watched in horror, tears pricking in his own eyes. Now he had understood your past warnings, and at what cost? To watch you beat his friend in the dark of the night.

 

If it was for the better, you would've, but you don't want to kill ITrapped. All you want him to do is to leave Chance alone, and make sure he never messed with his business again.

 

Untangling yourself in the heap of the fight, you scramble off of the man and stand to kick his side. He hissed at the pain, stumbling to find his own balance om his knees but you were already running to Chance.

 

"C'mon, hurry!" Grabbing their wrist, you pull them up from the ground, forcing them along with you. Never once bothering to send one last glance over your shoulder, you rush to the parking lot to your car.

 

Quick to unlock the car, you open the passenger seat and throw Chance in the seat, getting on your own side and driving off like your life depended on it.

 

~~

"I should've listened to you."

 

"It's fine," You wave your hand down. "You're okay now. That's all that matters to me."

 

You sit on the edge of the bed, gazing at Chance who was laying under the covers already. He was turned on his side, his hair covering most his face, although it was tied back.

 

On the way here, you convinced him to stay at your house, just in case ITrapped came back to his place for his final vengeance. You were pretty sure the guy could remember Chance's address; they'd definately hung out at his place before.

 

Chance was quiet for a moment longer. All of the room was still, until the bed shifted and you lay down with him, pulling the blanket over your body.

 

You propped yourself up on your elbow, facing in his direction. Still, he didn't speak or move. "I can see why you didn't believe me at first."

 

"He was so precious to you." You wanted to reach out to them, hold them, whatever, but you didn't want to startle them. The urge almost overcame you, but you pushed it down and held back. "You didn't think such a friend would've held those kind of intentions."

 

The silence passed over again. It held you at your will to say something. It was almost like the words that flowed through the room meant more than they did.

 

"If it makes you feel any better," You look up through the window, eyelids dropping in a tired sense. "I would've been the same way."

 

Finally, Chance rolled over and met your gaze. He scooted any closer, closing a distance between the two of you.

 

"It's my fault, isn't it?" His voice was barely above a whisper, and when he spoke you shook your head. "I put both of us in that situation."

 

"How?" You lower yourself off of your elbow to lay on your side just like how he was. It helped you deepen the burning eye contact, something deeper bubbling inside of you.

 

They spoke up louder this time,. "I was naive. I didn't listen."

 

"That doesn't mean it's your fault he tried to kill you." Empathy laced in your voice constantly, and Chance admired that. Hell, everything about you was worth admiring. Now he realized, and time and time before, you really truly did care for him.

 

You weren't like ITrapped. You were there through everything, thick and thin, and you were always serious about it. There were no cons about you. Nothing could make him hate you.

 

Chance clutched you in a hug, shoving his face into the crook of your neck. He curled into your body, arms wrapped around your back tightly. Gingerly, you hug them back, rubbing his spine and embracing him in the softest way you could.

 

You rest your head next to his, breathing in the silence. The comfort you gave him lowered his guard, but it made him feel better nonetheless.

 

"Thank you," Simply, he put it. "For everything."

 

"Of course." A warm smile painted over your face. Chance stared at your lips, his eyes burning into them after he pulled away from the hug.

 

He liked this angle, to be close to you, to be held by you in your bed. There was something running through him that he couldn't quite grasp.

 

You noticed him staring, but you're unsure how to move along with him. Leisurely, you move your fingers up his back into his long, light-gray hair, tied loosely in a ponytail.

 

Chance leaned ever closer, hesitating for a moment. Your breath hitched, but now you understood what was being asked for completely.

 

Without another thought, you close the few inches of space between each of your lips in a gentle kiss. Your eyes flutter closed, while theirs rested on your face for a moment longer, surprised you wanted to return the feeling.

 

Chance's once stiffened body relaxed and melted into yours, and his hands slid downwards to grip your waist, while yours go to his neck. Ever so slightly, you rub circles on his skin up to his jaw, feeling around every part of that crook.

 

They deepened the kiss, pressing harder to your mouth, but deliberately to not catch you off guard or ruin the moment.

 

You could stay here forever like this. You wish you could. In the safe of your room, next to your.. friend.

 

Chance was the first to pull away, his careful gaze taken over by love purely for you. Their forehead pressed against yours, finger holding your waist with tenderness.

 

Now you can see what those feelings were from all that time ago. The reason why you were worried sick about his safety.

 

You love him.

Notes:

to CHAI_Drinker:

i have 2 things to say,

1.)- i know you asked for the reader to get itrapped alone, but i had to use the scene where itrapped tried to kill chance as the ending part for the sake of this fic to make sense. if chance really liked itrapped then he wouldve been pissed and upset that the reader killed his friend rather than a happy ending. sorry for that 😓but i needed chance to see that itrapped really wasnt good for him

2.)- im sorry this took sooooo long. i was really procrastinating writing it because i was itching a little too hard to write the romance. u can even tell by the writing towards the end that the romance was a lot better than the entire plot itself. im considering making a rewrite of this once i finish the other requests, so look forward for that..

thanks for the request vro👅🤞💦🤤

Chapter 5: (◇) "You weren't gonna be young forever." (007n7 & c00lkidd - Father And Son Bonding)

Summary:

ExceptionalSentinel
c00lkidd & 007n7 - platonic ofc, stereotypical teenager emo phase

"Hey, dad," c00lkidd pulled out an earbud and stepped into the doorframe of the living room with a slouch, catching his sights on 007n7, who was sitting on the couch with newspaper in his hands.

 

007n7 looked up from the plain text, next attention turned. c00lkidd fixed his posture upright, though still craning his neck in a way. "Can I go hang out with my friends tomorrow?"

 

007n7 mouthed an uhm, considering the idea. Since c00lkidd was now freshly 16, he would let c00lkidd go out more often because he was getting to the age where he could look out for himself. But now with that freedom, it almost felt like c00lkidd was using it to get away from his dad.

 

After they had been let out of that.. game, or whatever. c00lkidd had grown a distance in his relationship from 007n7, and it hurt his heart a lot. Of course, they still talked, just not as much as from when c00lkidd was still young.

 

It could just be from the underlying trauma of the game. After all, c00lkidd was literally turned into a slaughter machine, and he didn't even realize it. He thought he was just putting the survivors to sleep after playing so much tag.

 

All was resolved now though. But 007 still can't help but feel a little left out in c00lkidd's life.

 

"Yeah, where are you going?" He said finally, very simple to put.

 

"Skatepark." c00lkidd huffed out, fixing his palms on the walkway 'doorframe' with no door. He twirled the earbud inbetween his fingers.

 

As usual. c00lkidd was very talented with his skateboard. "When?"

 

"4:00." c00lkidd already knew what his dad was going to ask next. "They're gonna pick me up here and drop me off."

 

007n7 slouched further back on the couch, falling deeper into the plush and gripping the newspaper again. "Go ahead."

 

"Cool." c00lkidd put his earbud back in, then tapped his fingers on the doorframe before ultimately slapping his palm on it and pushing off of the frame. He wandered into the kitchen, pulling open the fridge door.

 

007n7 cast a glance over his shoulder, a faint frown on his face. c00lkidd always spent so much time with his friends, he can't remember the last time they had father-and-son bonding time.

 

It didn't have to be a big thing, either. All 007 asked for is for his son to acknowledge him in the same way he did when he was younger.

 

It didn't help that c00lkidd was growing into a teenager's sterotypical emo phase. Then was when 7n7 started to really worry. The kid would barely come out of his room unless he was asking for something or to get food to eat.

 

007n7 turned back to stare at the newspaper in his hands. Maybe he was too classical.

 

He set the monotone paper in his lap, fidgeting and folding the ends of it. The paper was already creased from being rolled up so many times.

 

From the kitchen, 007n7 could hear c00lkidd rustling around in one of the pull-out bins for a Bloxy Cola from the refridgerator.

 

Setting the newspaper on the coffee table before him, 007n7 slung his arm over the head of the couch and turned to face the direction c00lkidd stood.

 

"Hey, kidd." He spoke, loud enough to talk over the music c00lkidd played in his ears. Not so loud though; when he was around his father he never played any audio too loud.

 

"Hm?" Instead of simply taking out the earbud, c00lkidd lowered the volume of the music.

 

"When are we gonna hang out together?" Gingerly, 007n7 started. He didn't want to sound like he was guilt tripping or anything like that..

 

"Oh, I.." c00lkidd mumbled, clenching his jaw and grabbing a can of the drink he rummaged for. "I mean.."

 

007n7 watched as c00lkidd unhurriedly closed the bin and shut the fridge door. "It just feels like you're always out with your friends. You're never interested in talking to me anymore."

 

c00lkidd messed with the cap of the Cola, biting on the skin of his cheeks. Unsure how to answer, he stayed quiet.

 

He never meant to hurt his dad's feelings, but he just wanted to stay nonchalant. There was no easy way to tell 007n7 that he was over all the things they had done together in the past, y'know, when he was a kid.

 

"Did I do something?" 7n7's shoulders dropped when he pursed his lips, considering how c00lkidd probably thought he wasn't a 'c00l dad' anymore.

 

c00lkidd didn't look over, rather distanced himself from his father in embarrassment. This was so awkward for him, whereas heart-breaking for 007. "No, it's just.."

 

"Come sit?" 007n7 persisted.

 

 

 

Defeated, c00lkidd sighed, and his shoulders dropped as he walked into the living room. He took a seat on the cushion next to his dad, leaning his elbow on the armrest and placing the can of Bloxy Cola on the coffee table.

 

Once again, 007n7 questioned his parenthood outloud. "Am I doing something wrong?"

 

c00lkidd shook his head, obvious to the fact 007 was staring at him. Awkwardly, they never met eye contact from how fixated the teenager's eyes was on the floor.

 

"Then.." n7 breathed, placing a palm in his lap and leaned backwards. He chewed on his lip, thinking of all the other scenarios that could've been the reason for his son being so distant. "What's wrong?"

 

c00lkidd crossed his arms, considering all possible word choices, but in the end spitting out a simple, "Nothing."

 

He blinked, turning his face any slighter to his left to look at his dad. Although, the entire time, their eyes never met. "I just.."

 

"I guess I.." c00lkidd groaned internally, wishing he'd never been here in the first place. All this, 'oh, why don't you talk to me anymore?' talk made him frustrated sometimes.

 

Not because 07 was trying to fix their relationship, but because it was so hard to tell him why c00lkidd stopped talking as much in the first place.

 

"Grew out of it?" n7 finished the sentence for him, and c00lkidd hesitated.

 

"Well, I wouldn't say that, I think-" Oh, what was he saying? That is exactly what he'd been trying to say this whole time, yet he still denied it.

 

c00lkidd placed his palms on his knees, pushing his legs upwards onto the couch more by the balls of his feet. "No, yeah, you're right. I.. grew out of it.."

 

007 chuckled, very airy-ly, which definately wasn' what c00lkidd was expecting as a reaction to literally telling own your father you were over his small hangouts.

 

"Well, that's fine." Those words made c00lkidd finally look over, puzzled by his swift acceptance. 007n7 smiled when the two finally made eye contact. "I know now."

 

"You weren't gonna be young forever." 007 rested his head back on the couch. His brunette hair morphed along with the plush of the seat, curling at his jaw.

 

"I remember those times, though," He closed his eyes, thinking back through all the memories they made together, obviously before they were kidnapped and put into that game. "I'll miss them."

 

c00lkidd stared blankly at the table, unsure when to leave. The more his dad talked, the more uncomfortably awkward this had become.

 

He fidgeted with the few horse beads hooked on black string, his very own 'kandi necklace' his friend made for him. The teen pulled the string, feeling the elastic tighten around the back of his neck before letting it go and falling back onto his chest.

 

"Hey," 007 turned his head to c00lkidd once again which swayed him to sit more upright, an understanding smile on his face, though more thinned to a line than a usual bright curve. "I still love you all the same."

 

c00lkidd grimaced, but hid it quickly under his straight face. "Uh, yeah-"

 

For a moment, he paused mid sentence, then gave up his stiffness. This was his dad after all.

 

007n7 looked up expectantly, but never asking too much. He understood that kids would be kids, and especially with the age his son was at.

 

c00lkidd sighed, then returned the smile, his inner fangs creating a 'v' on the crook of his mouth as he did. The kid leaned over, embracing his dad in a hug.

 

In this moment was when he put aside being the c00l friend everyone sought out to be. That wasn't the point here, and his dad was all worthy of being in the role and position he was.

 

"Love you, too."

Notes:

short and sweet

i also made art for this chapter but i cnt figure out how to upload it bcuz ao3 isnt working with me rn🫩🫩 im also tired af so ill get back 2 this in the mornjng gnnnnnnn

thank you for the request👅🤞💦🤤

Chapter 6: (◇) "Will you, y'know, help.. me?" (007n7/Reader - Smut and NSFW)

Summary:

Oleole
007n7/reader - smut and nsfw

Notes:

9000 wordsbwfore,,15000 after,, yikes this is long. i try to tell myself less is more but i cant help it

007n7 didn't know how to feel about the rumors passed around about how you could help him with his whole.. situation.

 

He was lonely. Like, really lonely.

 

This resentment for himelf led to something else, more deeper, more embarrassing. An emotion that cast shame on 007n7 just to have: sexual frustration. And there was no way he could help it.

 

Everyone in the cabin had understood being pent up at least once in a while. The monotony could get pretty boring, and a normal person in a hellhole like the one you were stuck in could always use something new to feel refreshed. But this time, it was different. And this frustration lasted waaay longer than usual.

 

He still remembers that awkwardness of being called out. Seriously, blame was a big burden to have when it was casted by hypocrites.

 

"You know," Chance bumped 007n7 with his elbow, grinning wide and raising his eyebrows up and down. "I know a person who could help ya."

 

"I don't.." 007n7 murmered, sighing and not even finishing his sentence. There was no point in trying to cover it all up when it was already obvious as is.

 

Chance chuckled, kicking back to sit on the grass under the generator the two were repairing. Being crouched with your knees bent outwards was too much work for him. "Ah, come on, loosen up! It happens to the best of us."

 

007n7 didn't answer, just continued to focus on the rewiring that was needed. All he wanted to do was fix the damn thing, and now he's getting a run down.

 

"The girl in mind," Still, Chance pressed on eagerly. Part of them was just trying to get a reaction and the other part was genuinely trying to persuade 007. "She helped me once. She's wonderful."

 

'She' really cut it down for him, and 7n7 immediately knew who the sentinel was talking about. You, really being the only girl out of all the survivors, were such an easy guess.

 

"I hear she's open if you need her.." Upon Chance's teasing, 7n7 shook his head and hummed a 'mm-mm,' making the other man laugh.

 

"C'mon! You need someone, and we're bringing ya someone!" Still grinning in amusement, Chance leaned back against the generator, propping up an arm to hold their head up in with their cheek in their palm, opting 7n7 to look up.

 

Still refusing to look anywhere but the wiring before him, 007n7 let his mind wander for just a second. You were beautiful, to say the least, shapely, great personality. Who wouldn't turn down that offer?

 

"Sooo? Whad'ya say?" For a final time, Chance nagged the *horny* survivalist.

 

007n7 lips thinned to a straight line, debating whether or not to leave the two of them in silence or actually respond.

 

After a long while of wordless conversation, Chance tsked, then leaned off of the generator, standing up and grabbing his flintlock. "You'll make up your mind sooner or later."

 

Before he walked off, he whispered loudly with a hand cupped over the side of his mouth. "I would say yes without a second thought, by the way. She's real good!"

 

It felt wrong for 007n7 to ask someone as pretty as you to get off just because he was going through something. Plus, Chance could just be teasing and playing a joke on him. What if you say no?

 

There were a lot of outcomes. He wished he had the courage to pay your room a visit.

 

So much for helping..

 

Finally home, this round had left him so desperate. Chance's last interaction had to have been some two weeks ago. He had his decision, but unfortunately for him, n7 couldn't bring himself to ask you.

 

How was he supposed to ask anyways? The two of you barely know each other, and to one day randomly come to your room asking to have sex? That wasn't just not right, it was straight up weird, pervert action. Now here he was, double-checking in the hallway for other survivors before 07 shut the door to his room.

 

Pursing his lips, 007n7 fell on the edge of his bed, just barely sitting on it. He fumbled with the cloth of his khaki pants, shakily exhaling, shame washing over him as he knew what he was about to do.

 

No, here in the open of the room isn't gonna work. He's gotta go somewhere more private..

 

007 glanced around his room, the opposite of a relieved slouch tensing his posture when he realized the closet would be a better place to do this. He wanted to do it so bad, he needed to, but when he was given the opportunity, he didn't want to take it as easily as he thought he would've in the first place.

 

007n7 settled himself in the closet, closing the sliding door with a heavy mind. It was dark, cloaked in dark gray due to the lack of any light source. Keeping the light bulb off in here would probably be a better idea though.

 

Blinking a few times to adjust to the dimness of the closet, 07 positioned himself on his knees, leaning backwards partly against the wall and partly on his calf.

 

There was a sigh of disgust as the back of his head hit the wall. The creeping thoughts of you burned in the back of his mind; if you were here, everything would've been so much easier. But of course, it couldn't be that way.

 

Life isn't just gonna hand you a solution to your problems on a golden platter, n7 reminded himself, hand sliding to fumble with the buckle of his black belt. If you wanted that solution, you had to find it and take it.

 

Finally pulling out the leather from its assigned loop, an ounce of tension was released the moment he pulled the tail of the belt out from the buckle. He can't believe he's doing this; though there was only one way to get it done and over with. If you wanted that solution, you had to find it and take it.

 

007n7 slipped his pants and boxers down past his upper half of his legs in a single swipe, slowly breathing. He squeezed his eyes shut, sucking in a gasp of air and holding it when his hand hovered over his exposed member; so desperate to get this over with.

 

A moment of hesitation passed before he opened his eyes, looking down at the sight promised.. being soft to the cotton.

 

"Oh my God.." He whispered, breathlessly in a puff of air. First, his hand gripped his girth, slightly moving against it for an idea of how it would feel. His hand shot up, moving upwards towards the edge where his cock curved and ended, pressing a finger to the tip.

 

Eyebrows knit in desperation as he forced himself to look at it, thinking maybe it could help him get off better, but to no avail. Repeating his previous motion and swirling his thumb around his dry tip had him spreading his legs a little more further apart.

 

Unfortunately, he wasn't getting anywhere. He went faster, fingers finding more sensitive areas that made him gasp. This was so gross, and it wasn't even helping him at him.

 

007n7's hand shook, every part of him still missing arousal. Maybe if he had a partner, or someone he loved in that kind of way to imagine being here. He needed someone, anyone. Hell, he would even take Chance! (as a last resort)

 

He clenched his hand into a fist, a heavy idea lingering on his mind. Regardless of the denial, he slouched backwards into the wall, spawning in a clone with a simple flick. It appeared in the same position as him, falling forward on its hands and knees the instant it was summoned from 07's body.

 

He looked in guilt, already feeling sympathy for the unknowing clone. This was himself he was going to fuck right now.

 

Getting straight to the point, 007 gripped the clone's waist with his left hand, the one returning to his sensitive dick to get him any harder. This time it finally worked, a relived exhale leaving his lips when he felt a difference in the feel of his manhood, twitching in his hand.

 

That relief faded as quickly as it came, noticing how the clone looked over its shoulder back at its spawn point, a worried expression painted all over its face. It felt so sick to see himself like this, clone or not.

 

007n7 cleared his throat in attempt to give the clone a second to adapt to its surrounding, which seemingly worked; the moment it felt that cold against its lower region, it already accepted its fate.

 

007n7 could barely meet eye contact with his replica, and when he did, it turned back to face forward and let its head hang. "I'm.. really sorry."

 

"Oh, just.." The clone sighed, shifting on its knees. "Just go ahead."

 

He was unsure how to begin- the clone's words felt like nothing but sarcasm- but eventually pushed his tip into the its ass, grimacing after each inch was slid inside.

 

"I'm so sorry," 7n7 squinted his eyes, barely be able to watch as his clone wiggled at the hip from its spawn's hold, unsatisfied with the feeling.

 

Once his entire dick was shoved deep inside the clone's asshole, 007 placed his right hand on the clone's hip, holding it in place, pushed off of his calves to be leaning entirely on his knees. All the while, 007 rubbed his fingers on the sides of his clone to make the situation feel lighter. However, rubbing those circles made this feel like he trying to sway the replica of him into thinking it liked was what happening.

 

This is why 07 never topped, this is why he wished he hadn't been ignored in the first place, this is why he doesn't get hot with anyone in general.

 

"I'm gonna.." 007n7's voice was quiet and ginger no matter how it was just the two of them. "..Start now, okay?"

 

The clone didn't respond, but he could see how its shoulders pressed up higher, head hanging in a nod. Time had passed by before the first decided thrust- a bold struggle to move.

 

A more accurate definition of that would be: moving his knees upwards ever so slightly while the thrusts were just moving the clone's hips, instead of actually putting waist into it.

 

007n7 looked up and closed his eyes again. This must feel like everything but pleasuring for the replica of himself. It shook and shuddered in natural response, faltering on its knees while its own cock hung out.

 

007 continued to rant apologies, feeling the clone get dull on his manhood. The poor thing wiggled and squirmed a few more times before it would succumb to its fate, each breath catching on the previous one.

 

The replica dug it's hands into the carpet beneath, not because of the feel of 007, but from its lack of air. In all of his right senses, n7 stopped his movements, clutching the clones lower stomach and pulling in up any slighter.

 

The helpless clone moaned in pain, coughing for air. Its hand shot to hold onto 007's, not the most ideal but it made it feel better for its last moments alive. 007n7 grimaced, watching the clone hack up air and suck it back down.

 

Its grip on 007's hands tightened before ultimately fading, entire body frozen in place. After a lingering second of stillness, the replica wobbled, then fell forward, face-down onto the floor. 007n7 frowned, blinking multiple times at the clone.

 

He tried to reposition himself to adjust to the heavy weight of the now dead clone. 007n7 closed his eyes and inhaled, trying to tell himself it was for the greater good, but it just didn't work out in his head.

 

Out of all things in his life, this was what he had to deal with? Out of all the possible problems he could've dealt with, this was the one he got?

 

07 started to look down, morphing the clone in his own eyes. He started to think less of the clone being himself, and more of you.

 

At first, the way he thought of it started off to be gentle memories the two of you made together in this realm, but they started to melt into things deeper, and after neglecting it a few times, he finally let himself go and just imagine what he wanted to.

 

Your waist would've dripped inwards at where he held you in a perfect form. Curves exposed, legs shaking, leaning on your chest from exhaustion. Oh, he wanted to be there so bad-

 

No, thats just wrong to think. This isnt him. Goddamnit!

 

n7 fell backwards on his butt, still holding the clone in place. His head hit the wall of the closet, back totally pressed against it. Meanwhile, the clone's weight shifted and fell onto 007n7's chest, head thrown back over his shoulder.

 

He glanced over, seeing how blank its eyes were. He winced, embracing the lifeless state, but put his mind back in the delusion that it was you. This, of all things, worked.

 

007n7 held his breath, slowly letting himself fuck into the clone once again, forcing the body constantly on himself. All the while, he swore at himself, calling himself a "dirty pervert" and the likes.

 

007 exhaled very shakily, an unsatisfied 'haah' leaving his lips. His mind was littered with thoughts of you as he proceeded the same motion constantly, making him dig his fingers into the clone's skin when he really started to get into it.

 

He repeated your name over and over, looking to the ceiling as he fucked the clone; for the millionth time he felt dissappointed in himself but no stopping now.

 

n7 grit his teeth together, legs shaking when a sudden jolt ran through him. A strange light had appeared out of the corner of his eye, making him wince at the brightness and squint his eyes. His mouth hung open, and when he turned his head and looked--

 

He stopped gripping the clone, fingers hovering over its sides. In an instant, the movement he made on himself stopped, a startled noise escaping him.

 

Next to him, the closet door was slid open, your *socked* feet standing just on the outside of the frame.

 

His eyes shot up the rest of your body, going all the way up to your face to meet your shocked eyes.

 

007 stared for a second, the silence cast over the two of you was burning deep into his core. He stammered for something to say, and it came out loud.

 

"It-It's not what it looks like!" He winced at how sudden the words came out, breaking the quiet in the air. Embarrassment rose in a physical form, painting his cheeks a dusty red.

 

As speechless as you were, you were still able to clench your jaw and mumble a simple, "Right."

 

He hugged the clone closer to him to hide himself, digging his face behind it. Shaking his head, he spoke softly this time in contrast to his sudden outburst just a few seconds ago, though it still came out in a hurry. "I swear I can explain! I just- I really don't have anyone and I get super lonely by myself and- andeverythingjust-"

 

007 squeezed his eyes shut, groaning at how pathetic he must sound. This was so bad, this was terrible, and the whole time one question kept burning in the back of his mind: will you help me?

 

"I don't- I swear I'm normal! I don't do this, like, this is only the first time I've ever.." You continued to stare, looking over his body and how his face just burned with humiliation. It gave you images in your mind, how your name was in his mouth in such a dirty way.

 

007 stuttered some more, clearly humiliated. At this point, there was no getting out of this one, and he just decided to fuck it and shoot his shot. "I guess, uhm, I just have to ask.. Will you, y'know, help.. me?"

 

He lowered his voice, heart dropping when the words came out. A voice inside of him told him this would be both the worst and best decision of his life.

 

He watched your expression drop, the air becoming 10 times more uncomfortable than before. Of course he couldn't read minds, so he didnt know you were saying yes a million times internally.

 

007 sucked in a quick breath, shaking his head and leaning backwards with a hand cupped over his face. "Wait, I, I'm sorry, I didn't-"

 

"Yes." You spoke with authority to silence those meaningless apologies.

 

He looked up at you, peeling away his hand, hanging just over his mouth. "Huh?"

 

"I'll help." You gave him a short smile, reaussuring almost, that this of all things you have seen in your entire life was definitely not bad compared to those other sights. It was a simple reply, not making things complicated.

 

Leaning deeper into the doorframe, you think about what you could do with him, and the images are painted across your head like a gallery of professional art. If melting into the scenes was the right word, then right now you are letting your head hang low as you take a final look at his waist. "Oh, trust me, I'm helping."

 

"Here, let me.." Pushing off of the frame, you step over his legs to stand on the opposite side of him where both him and the clone's body faced you. Slowly, like a warning, you get a firm grip on the clone to get it off of him.

 

Your head remained mostly down, and you look up at him with just your eyes, just to make sure. 7n7 nodded, closing his eyes but taking occasional peeks at you.

 

Struggling a little bit in the beginning, though you were able to get the clone up and off of his waist. Faintly, you could feel the weight a bit lighter on his side from 07 taking hold on the clone as well.

 

The clone was so limp, like a limb after you break it. So loose, dangling from each hand holding it up. Which made you wonder, a guy as careful and sensitive as him was really in here fucking a lifeless version of himself?

 

You pushed the clone's legs off to the side so you could manuever the body off to the side easier, and when the figure blocking 007n7 entirely from your view was removed-

 

"Holy shit," Was all you were able to spit out as your mouth gaped wide open. The scene before with the clone was already explicit as it was but, oh, what were you expecting? Of course the clone's dick would be the same size as 007n7's, it was a clone.

 

It was massive, not even standing up like how it should; it was only half of the way up. (Well, you had to change that one way or the other.) Was he really in here, not only fucking it dead, but dry too? Bad combo, you can tell this guy has no experience.

 

"I know, I know," 007 had tilted his chin all the way up to stare at the ceiling, placing both hands on the floor on either side of him, making his shoulders rise. "You don't have to, just please, whatever you're comfortable with."

 

Whatever you're comfortable with. Psh.

 

You stand, and he peeks an eye open at you to watch what you were going to do next. Of course you leave the closet, but you keep the sliding door open, which prompted him to continue watching you.

 

Each step you took with grace as you strided towards his bed, taking a seat on the edge and meeting his longing eyes from across the room. You nudge yourself backwards just a bit more, spreading your legs far apart and patting the space between them in, motioning for him to come sit.

 

From where you could see him, 007n7 looked so relieved but his body said he was nervous by the way he kept sitting there. Another pat got his focus back in the present and he scrambled to his feet, following the same steps you took.

 

It was a few seconds before he stood in front of you, you take another good look down and then back up. Oh he was getting that help for sure.

 

"Dont be shy now." You soothe him as your make him turn around, sitting between your legs. Though your words may have seemed demanding or bossy, your tone was so smooth. The words rolled off your tongue like honey, making 007 fall into you as you placed a hand on his chest to lay his back against your torso.

 

If anything, he would've assumed you'd been shaming him for his weight (classical overthinking) when you carress the bundles of skin around his stomach, but you only accepted it and acted like it wasn't even a problem. In all honesty, you could care less if he was chubby.

 

Lower now, your fingers traced along 007's thighs, knuckles brushing against his skin that gave him tingles everywhere. Even with your face hidden in his neck, you could see the way he twitched and reached for your legs to hold onto.

 

007n7's head fell back onto your shoulder when you had started to inch closer and closer to his desperate member, switching every now and then between his inner thighs and his pelvis, carressing each part of that region.

 

"Just like that." You whisper, satisfied with his reaction. Your bodies were entagled in each other's, with your lower legs wrapped around his to keep his thighs spread and his arms secure under yours as he gripped you to stay grounded.

 

Your hand holding his chest played with the collar of his shirt, pulling it closer to your face in a quick motion. His lower lip trembled even as he stiffened it up, trying to keep himself together by your touches.

 

Praises fell from your mouth when you finally started to stroke him, started slow at first, talented fingers jerking the best parts of him. For the first touches, he was doing well at keeping himself private.

 

007n7 sighed, a new relief being found as he bucked into your hand once, getting off that little bit extra to spare him time. You followed along in the motion, matching his short-lasted thrust which gained an airy moan of approval.

 

He was so quiet; you're giving him 5-star treatment and here he was, barely making you noise? You cup a hand over the edge, just to hear that promised whine from him. 007 rolled his hips, leaning his full weight onto you and you embraced it like a tight hug.

 

"Doing so well." One could even hear the smile in your voice, and with each comment you made you could feel him get harder in your hand by the second. 7n7 was painfully aware you had noticed, understanding how you'd shifted to look over.

 

"You like that, yeah?" There was a hint of disbelief in the way you spoke, at that there was no hiding it. "You want me to call you good?"

 

God, you made him feel so pathetic, he wanted to take it all out on you soon. Nevertheless, he nodded shortly, and a whole new idea was unlocked in your head. To dominate him was all over your mind at the moment.

 

Now with this information, you proceed jerking him, feeling as he tensed when you went back to such sudden movements. The hand holding the collar of his shirt rubbed careful patterns on his chest, making room for you to lean into his neck and make marks.

 

It caught 007n7 off-guard to feel your tongue slide up against his skin, and he flinched at the feel of it. No, he couldn't let you! If Chance would see these, he would never get a break of "so how was it?"

 

"Wait," A hand gripping your leg was removed and instead placed on your arm, indirectly asking you to stop, so you do. "Please don't, I don't want anyone to know."

 

At first, you chuckled at his words, but of course respected those boundaries. Though something in you prompted you to push it and leave behind your evidence anyways. "Just a few?"

 

He sighed, removing his hand from your arm. That hand floated in the same spot in the air around your limb, unsure of where to go.

 

007n7 shifted, fixing his posture and you lean back just a bit to let him make the adjustments he needed. "Fine, just a few."

 

You grinned, returning to stroke him again and he immediately responded with a hitch in his breath, hand shooting back to hold onto your legs.

 

The feel of you leaving your proof on his skin kept reducing his state- everything you did reduced his state! First you casually catch him fucking his clone with your name in his mouth, next you've got him in this position, and third you only used 3 words to sway him into giving him hickeys.

 

Seriously, being a grown man and father, he feels he should expect better of himself, but it allows you to do what you do best when it comes to these situations: taking control and handling everything just fine.

 

007 eased into your strokes, though they became more passionate with each passing moment. His fingers dug into your legs, begging with whispering "please" under his breath the more he pushed up into your hand.

 

"Oh, you're so perfect like this," Those words and the following made him real flustered, finishing the final piece of the puzzle of embarrassment. "Taking this in all the right ways."

 

You can tell he's building up an orgasm with how his hips stuttered. The grip on your thighs became intense.

 

You breathed into his neck, pressing kisses all over the same spots. Your tongue was a familiar feeling on the spots you chose, the most visible parts of his neck as possible as if he was going to walk around wearing your marks like it was fine jewerly.

 

No, of course he would hide it, but it would still be worth seeing him every now and then and being reminded of the dirty things the two of you were doing together.

 

A sudden moan caught you by surprise, 07's body shaking when he tried to close his legs on instinct, but to no avail as yours were wrapped securely around his.

 

He bucked a handful of times more, became more needy, mind numbing when he was nearing his climax. You're on his side, jerks also turning sloppy to help him fulfill the pleasure coursing through every part of him.

 

7n7 clenched his jaw, sucking in a breath, pre-cum already been leaking from his tip. The clear liquid dripped onto the floor, leaving dark spots on the carpet beneath the bed. You don't pay much mind, as you know there will be bigger problems soon.

 

"Almost there," You narrated for him out loud as if that wasnt obvious already. His stomach churned, light pants escaping his lips. "Let it all out."

 

A few final violent jerks and pure white shot out from his overstimulated cock. It all fell to the carpet- something you hadn't thought about.

 

It was almost like he was pinching you purposefully with how hard he clenched your legs, ropes still falling to the floor in strands. He moved up into your hand twice faintly, ohs being the only thing you heard from him all the while.

 

When he finished, finally relaxing his tense body, the new waters of relief felt so much better. Now he was getting out this frustration, and he was going to make you turn over if it's the last thing he does. He wasn't quite done yet.

 

Your hand was coated in his fluids, cringing a little at the slimey feel that made your fingers stick together then break apart, a hanging strand of cum connecting each joint.

 

Shaking off the dampness, you bring your fingers to your mouth, sucking off each drop that was made on your hand. He's lucky you don't believe in wasting food.

 

007n7 grimaced at the occasional noises your mouth produced from sucking the cum off, flinching when your lips returned to his jaw when you were finished.

 

For a little while longer, you stayed in this position, focused on biting each sweet spot on his neck. The skin beneath your teeth darkened with each little nibble, each kiss.

 

You pull away, looking at the few marks you left, bringing a finger to graze over it. This looked much better.

 

007 still breathed heavily, mouth hang slightly open. Now was his turn to get your back pressed against the bed.

 

Sensing his movements, you unwrap your legs from his and scoot back, letting him turn and you pull yourself towards the middle of the bed, still sitting up. He crawled over, hands taking hold of your waist and already slipping your pants down.

 

A longing look remained on his eyes when you place your hands on top of his, guiding him to take off your panties as well. The whole time your eyes never left his.

 

It amused you how quickly the situation escalated, with your neck pushed up against the headboard, 007 on top of you. You raised your legs so he could manuever the clothes off of you, revealing your wet cunt to him.

 

007 exhaled, looking down then up to you again, an unsure look in his eyes. His lips were pressed together in a thin line, not quite matching the ecstasy in your own expression. "You're sure about this?"

 

Gently placing both hands on his shoulders, you bring your face closer to his so it was mere inches away. You don't answer, instead throw your elbows over his shoulders, holding his neck in your forearms and pressing your lips to his.

 

The kiss was long-lasted, bringing the heat needed to your state when you feel 007n7's hands slide to your back, a single finger caressing your spine.

 

The two of you fell deeper into the moment, the kiss deepening as your mouths moved against each others. You pressed harder into his lips, needy to get this on with.

 

007 stiffened for a moment before grazing over every part of your waist, pulling your body upwards while he slotted his legs around you in a soft hold. Your hair moved up the headboard as your back slid down it, hitting most of the pillows.

 

The kiss held for a bit longer, the unusual moment of breathlessnees leaving you both lightly panting for air. The space between you two was still close, as you could breathe in every exhale of his, and vice versa.

 

n7 looked down and you followed his eyes. He was looking at how close your bodies were, his tip barely touching your cunt. It probably filled him with so much guilt, you think when you place a hand on his chin to bring his eyes back up to yours.

 

"You're.. okay with this, right?" He asked a final time and you're already nodding your head, hoping this is the last time he asks. Of course you're okay with it.

 

After a moment of awkward contemplation, he finally pressed his dick to the lips of your pussy, what felt like a tease when he had it just at the top where you liked it. The feel made you gasp the more he moved against the built-up slick in attempt to find a good spot to enter.

 

It took a few seconds, but 07 eventually found himself inserting inches, one at a time. He shifted to get the rest inside of you, in the end being buried to the hilt.

 

The occasional twitch of his cock deep inside didnt go unnoticed to you. His body was pressed up against yours although you'd been sitting up- now more on the laying down side. With arms firmly wrapped around his neck, you whisper your consent and pull him into your lips again.

 

His thrusts had started off painfully slow, like you were so fragile and he didn't want to hurt you, but you could tell beneath his gentleness he wanted to absolutely knock you up with all that pent up frustration he tried his best to hide. Supported by your hungered and rushed kisses made him pick up his pace, become more bold and lustful.

 

This felt so much better: to have a real person, real pussy, real relief. You were finally here- the last piece of the puzzle. He reminded himself as each buck grew more and more unpredictable, moans falling from your lips.

 

007 pulled away, a wet spot of saliva forming around the corner of both your lips. Something felt so good to have this dick in you but something felt so off in the way he did it. His thrusts were short and imperfect, inexperienced though able to get noises out of you.

 

Your hands find a grip in his hair, looking right into his eyes as you're now fully with your back on the bed. He's sitting himself up to get more out of you, taking control of your waist at this point. Behind his crooked glasses about to fall off, a strained face with lidded eyes.

 

You can't help yourself as your own expression was morphed purely by pleasure, though you've gotta call him out sometime for how poorly he knew was he was doing. Some accidents you thought at first, just being nervous, but this was a whole other level of misunderstanding.

 

07 wasn't very vocal himself, mainly keeping his noises locked behind gritted teeth. His chin pointed up all times, forcing you to stare into the outline of his glasses held up at his nose bridge. The things were falling off his face the more he moved, and never once did he fix them.

 

Now you can tell he was losing himself, going harder on you, faster, mumbling cusses and "oh's" and you were all here for it. Keeping up with how his skin slapped against yours, the sound echoing in the thin walls of his room.

 

It caught you off-guard, no matter how locked in you were in making the most of the relaxation of being the one underneath, when he hit your sweet spot. On instinct, digging your head back into the pillow and whining his name, fingers clutching his hair harder that made him wince.

 

"Sorry, did it hurt-?" 07 questioned almost immediately, easing off on how he pounded into you. It made you heave a sigh with a smile at the sound of the sincerity in his voice. "I don't really know-"

 

Your hands trail to his hands grabbing your waist, interlocking a few fingers in yours, giving him chills and stop moving as a whole. He adjusted to balanced his weight, and everything in the room stopped for the seconds you spoke to him. "I'm not gonna break, 7. You're so caught up in trying to not 'hurt me' you can't even get off, which was the original idea. You're doing just fine."

 

His eyes softened as he looked at you, but he's not getting any softer in his lower region as he's definitely leaking pre-cum at this point.

 

"Let me show you something a bit easier." The heat is dying down as you guide his waist to pull out, still keeping your arms wrapped around him, just replacing authority as you switch positions to get on top of him.

 

You're a tangle of limbs before you're finally able to get him layed out on his back, wrists pinned down on either side of his head, looking up at you with that of aroused expectance.

 

You're done with being edged, this entire time when you'd finally been getting somewhere it had to be cut off by the either's talking too much, or position change, or whatever, but you're sick of it.

 

This time you get to take control. No time gets wasted now, as you readjust your grip on his hands to interlock your fingers instead. You're not slow to start, you're here to help the guy out for what he asked for.

 

In a matter of seconds, you're already getting worked up again by riding his length, legs spooning him in a tight hold. The lewd noises continue once again- everything continues once again once you're on top of him, making him feel at his most vulnerable state.

 

007 groaned, closing his eyes to break your burning eye contact, too overwhelmed in the fact of how pathetic he must look. Everything about him was so turned on by your praise, by your body, by you. And you kept doing it, milking the last bit of his arousal dry.

 

The more you bully yourself onto his cock the better, the repeated squelching of your pussy made you bite your lip and throw your head back, constant sounds of pleasure leaving your lips.

 

Your hands hold on to his, the bond held between your fingers tightening when he thrusted up into you when you go down. A wanton moan was torn from your throat as he did so, helping you find your sweet spot and riding him there.

 

Tingles of shock were sent through your body, catching you by surprise at first as strangled noises left your lips, hips jerking upwards, though you press yourself to keep going.

 

You sit up from being hunched over, as you tilt your chin your eyes become glossy with overstimulated tears theatening to fall from your eyes. To calm yourself, you replace your hands on his chest, though he keeps his where you left them.

 

A peek under his tank top turned into lifting most of it up, revealing more of his chubbiness to you. A devastated whine left him when you do so, but you keep going. Though 007n7 is quick to pull the shirt back down, and you just accept it at that point.

 

Your hands are on his chest while your intimacy clashes the rest of the time. Both of you were getting worked up, and you could feel the amount of sticky pre-cum increasing the more you called him good, saying his body was beautiful and the likes.

 

007 can't help it anymore- seeing how your eyes were getting teary, the constant compliments you made, he's loosing himself in it all.

 

A yelp rang out from you, followed by an orchestra of moans when he grabbed your waist, forcing your cunt deeper on his dick and getting you to fuck into him so much better.

 

Finally, the tears fell from your eyes as you cried out, bending your elbows as you hunched ever more, jolts shooting through your entire region and making you weak. 007's back curled in a perfect arch off of the bed, shooting out some of his seed.

 

He looked at you through foggy glasses, and you nod your head, knowing what he was implying to ask. Adding to it, you follow his grip, riding his length in the way he lead you.

 

In a matter of seconds, he's filling you up with his cum, noises finally matching each other. The warmth made you fall forward onto his chest, the both of you panting even as he continued to fill you up.

 

Pressing your forehead to his chest, digging your knuckles into his torso as you the tears leave you, making a wet stain in between his man-titties.

 

You're both a sweaty mess, pussy still tight when he finishes the last bit inside of you, and he becomes much less stiff. It must feel much better to get that all out.

 

The two of you exchange looks, and you fix his glasses now that it was all over. He closes his eyes and lets you do just that, hands sliding to hold each other around your back.

 

"Thank you." He breathed.

Notes:

to Oleole (and really anyone else who was waiting for this fic):

i just wanna start off by saying sorry for the long wait. obviously this was a pretty lengthy request, which i will unknowingly make them a handful of thousand words, but im mainly apologizing for breaking my phone and putting a delay in this..

also not the proudest of this either, i got so caught up in trying to finish it bc i felt bad for the amount of delays that i accidentally made ooc 007n7🤦‍♀️uhm and its really repititive. i will 99% make a rewrite of this unless u say no. i srs dont have a problem if u ask for a rewrite pls dont be shy i dont bite i actually take rewrites as a compliment so if u want a rewrite just ask for a rewrirerewritetewirtenjstaskrwtit

but overall thanks for your patience, hope the goon sesh was bountiful and pleasuring

thanks for the request👅🤞💦🤤

Chapter 7: (◇) "Why won't you wake up?" (007n7 & c00lkidd - Angst and Suicide)

Summary:

ihaveaseeeeecreeeeet
007n7 & c00lkidd - angst and suicide

Notes:

PLEASE READ THIS
when i got this commission i didnt underatand it very well so heres my interpretation of it:

when i wrote ,,hes not coming back'' i mean ,,c00lkidds not going back to normal'' because this is in the forsaken realm and kidd wouldnt be missing, like they wouldve reunited already

so when 07 kills himself its not cuz c00lkidd is missing its cuz he realizes its his son and hes not gonna go back to the sweet innocent kid he used to be

Rustle.

 

Whyyy aree youu so scaaared?

 

There's onnnnly one way to solve the paiin.

 

You don't have aanythinng to lose anymore.

 

Stoppp ressistiing so much.

 

Click.

 

HHHe's nevvver coming back. Face it.

 

You need to free yourself from the pain somehhow.

 

There's noo sayying hhe will be back annnytime soonnn.

 

He's never coming back.

 

Bang!

 

~~~

 

"Hmph, stupid survivors," c00lkidd pouted, crossing his arms as he kicked a rock on the path home. "Never playing fair."

 

He'd just finished a round of tag with the survivors, but today clearly just wasn't his day as he hadn't been able to tag anyone. He missed a lot of his moves too; he was just so caught up in trying to have fun playing.

 

"Just wait till dad finds out what you did, Shedletsky." The kid muttered to himself, spitting out the words with a bitter tone.

 

He'd been taking the path to the survivor's cabin ever since he had found out his dad was also in this realm with him too. The other killers supported c00lkidd going over there often, but he didn't realize it was for the reason they did.

 

The killers and survivor's cabins were very far apart, so much so they didn't even know where each other's cabins were. So they figured if c00lkidd had found their location, they could show up for a "surprise visit."

 

Spoiler alert: they never did, but whatever, c00lkidd still goes to see his dad when he wasn't busy.

 

Something c00lkidd was always bothered by was how timid 007n7 was around him. He would always keep his distance, mostly quiet like he was trying to figure something out, and never played with him.

 

Maybe it was because he was already so tired from the previous round? Whatever it was, c00lkidd didn't like it.

 

He's swinging the door open to 007n7's cabin, taking a glance over the room and concluding it was empty. Usually, his dad would be waiting for him on the couch in the main room. And he was never gone because none of the other survivors really talked to or hang out witb him.

 

He's gotta be taking a nap or something. Always gotta check to be sure!

 

c00lkidd rushed over to the next room, standing excited in the doorway when he'd seen his dad slouching on the floor.

 

His shoulders were very relaxed, back pressed against the side of his bed with his head hung low. c00lkidd giggled; what an odd place to sleep!

 

When he approached, he crouched down next to 007 with his arms wrapped around his his knees. Most of his hair was covering his face, making c00lkidd strain to look at him.

 

"What're you doing, papa?" He rested his chin on his knee, head tilted. After a moment and still no reply-obviously, he was sound asleep- he reached with one arm to poke 007's cheek.

 

The kid's sights were set on the framed photograph of c00lkidd and 007n7, a picture from long before they had ended up in this realm. With a curious hum, c00lkidd grabbed it from his father's lap.

 

He sat with his legs crossed, examining the photo like it actually meant to him. In all honesty, it was just a picture to him, but to see his dad so happy in the picture warmed c00lkidd's heart, considering how he always looked so worried when c00lkidd was around.

 

c00lkidd glanced up from the frame to his dad, now starting to wonder why he even was sleeping like this in the first place.

 

"Dad," He spoke loudly, hoping to wake 7n7 up easily
Meanwhile, he set the photo down on the floor, and shook 007's shoulder. "Dad, wake up."

 

007's body followed c00lkidd's shakes, and when he removed his hand, he had fallen to the side. This caused kidd to scoot back on his hands, stuck between a smile and a frown.

 

Now he was unsure what to do. If 07's in a deep sleep, there's not much c00lkidd can do, but he's so eager to tell him all about what happened in his game earlier.

 

"C'mon, dad, wake up!" c00lkidd heaved a long exhale, shaking and poking 007n7 for a while before he gave up. He should be awake by now.

 

There was a worried tremble that shook c00lkidd, followed by the many questions he had. If he had been paying attention, there was a gun hidden in 007's other hand.

 

Maroon red pooled out on the floor, almost similar to what c00lkidd had seen when he'd put the other survivors to sleep. But this wasn't exactly the same, there was so much more coming from a hole in 007's temples.

 

The liquids shined, though most of it covered by c00lkidd shadow. It spread quickly now that n7 was tilted to the side, so kidd picked him up by his side and returned him to the same position he lay in when c00lkidd had got here.

 

Minutes passed of the kid sitting there, tapping his fingers, looking around the room, shaking and poking 07, shifting in how he sat. Something deeper and uncomfortable c00lkidd had never felt before bloomed in his heart, a sadness fluttering through him.

 

This was all new emotion. Like someone had been holding him from feeling it until now. There was no way c00lkidd knew how to handle it either.

 

Unknowingly being the only person left in the room, as c00lkidd was talking to himself now. 007n7 was past the point of return.

For a final time, c00lkidd wondered out loud, overcome by the ringing silence. "Why won't you wake up?"

Notes:

im getting a handful of 007n7 & c00lkidd reqs..

they say being a 007 fan isnt for the weak but here are the fans asking for the angst

i wrote half of this on the plane btw🥹✌️

thanks for the request👅🤞💦🤤

Chapter 8: (◇) "Santa isn't real." (Taph/Reader - Cuddles & Fluff)

Summary:

Mew0v0
taph/reader - cuddles and fluff

Notes:

jjst a warning ahead of time- i try to describe smell & taste but its very poor because i dont have either of those senses /srs😞✌️💔but here u go take it take it take it! the cookies fresh and ready for santa shedletsky to eat

The fresh smell of baked cookies invaded your senses- you feel so warm after you'd finally set them down on an assigned holiday themed plate.

 

"Should we try one?" Taph signed, though he was already reaching for one before you could respond.

 

Chuckling, you pull yourself closer, your leg touching his as you settle next to him on the couch. He shifted, grabbing one but quickly setting down down after lifting it just a few inches off the plate.

 

Taph flinched upon grabbing it, shaking his wrist when he leaned back after setting it down. You glance over, that same caring smile on your face like it always was.

 

"Hot?" It was easy to assume, and he nods. "Course. They just came out of the oven."

 

He shrugs and you rest your head on his shoulder, easing to lean into something deeper.

 

The setting was so peaceful as Taph layed back, taking you down with him. The two of you remain silent for a long time, your cheek pressed on his chest while he ran his fingers through your hair.

 

Outside it was snowing, fit for around December weather. Christmas was approaching, something you hadn't thought could be possible in this realm.

 

You still remember it, the first flakes of snow falling outside your cabin. Taph was so excited, and that was when he told you he had been counting the days ever since he was brought here.

 

Christmas was Taph's favorite holiday, something you'd never known till a couple weeks ago. So much for that though; your best tree was a short stub of a tree in a pot on the floor, a burning tripmine decorating the top as the star.

 

The cold pressed against the windows, fog building up on them, followed by a candle that had been burning ever since the two of you had gotten home. The aroma of it all wafted through the air, filling your nose and making you feel warm.

 

Here in the cabin it was safe, free from crazy killers, even free from the other survivors too. Sometimes, people lost their minds being stuck here, but later got went back to normal like nothing ever happened.

 

Must be the god of this realm, pulling your strings along. Being aware that this was all just a game to someone, someone much higher above you with authority beyond your belief, wasn't for the weak.

 

In attempt to brush those thoughts off, you snuggle in closer to Taph, wrapping your arms over his shoulders and snuggling closer to him. In response, his hands rub your back, carressing your spine as you melt into his touch.

 

Now you felt so relaxed, here in the cabin was your favorite place of them all. The first time you'd seen this realm, you were near too sure that you would never find true peace again.. Then you met Taph.

 

The two of you sit in silence for passing minutes after minutes, soaking in the stillness of the room around you both.

 

After a while, he shifts and you look up. "❌️🛌😴➡️❌️🎅"

 

You look into his eyes, barely visible. In your head, you're processing what he'd just said.

 

Was he serious? Not only was he a huge fan of Christmas, he also still believed in Santa? As a grown man? Who lied to him?

 

An amused smile tugged at your lips, soon after an airy chuckle leaving your mouth. You don't believe he's being for real, so you don't play along with the childish act.

 

"Oh, c'mon Taph," you nudge into him with your shoulder and he looks down. "Santa isn't real."

 

He tilted his head ever so slightly, returning your gaze. Sensing how he was sitting up, you lean backwards and unhook your arms to give him the space he needed.

 

What do you mean? Of course he is real! He signed in an unhurried manner, though eager to get his point across.

 

Now you don't want to ruin Taph's innocence, though you know the news will get broken to him at some point. You shake your head, the same playful expression on your face.

 

"Okay, okay," You sighed, sitting back entirely so he could wiggle his legs out of the way. "Then we'd better go to sleep soon."

 

He nodded, already standing to get up as soon as you'd approved. Once he was out of earshot, you laugh to yourself, still in disbelief. It impressed you how he could keep up with superstitions all those years later.

 

Taph left to your shared bedroom, and you walk around the house, turning off lights and closing a handful of curtains. Taph liked to keep the house closed-off at all times, but there would occasionally be one or two curtains that weren't closed yet.

 

Once you finish closing up the house, the living room was lit by the dim candle on the coffee table in front of the couch. The scent combined still lingered strong, adding to your lowered guard.

 

Taph was already waiting for you in bed, and you make your way in there next to him, getting situated under the covers close to him.

 

His hands are already snaking around your waist, pulling your back into his chest. You let him guide you there, a gentle hand placed on top of his when he rested his head in the crook of your neck.

 

That night, you fall asleep quicker than usual, and the next morning, Taph has something to show you.

 

 

Notes:

wow this is short..

its 3:24 and i really wanted to get this chapter out quickly😭😭

canon santaletsky

thanks for the request👅🤞💦🤤

Chapter 9: A/N ~ultim00

A/N from ultim00: excited to say some of my friends will be helping me out on this req book😈ive been struggling thru some things in my personal life and im trying my best to cope with it so ive got some help because i really dont want to put off working on these requests/close it.

and guys trust me, we are all VERY experienced with what we do and i wouldnt ask these friends of mine to help me push out chapters if their works werent good.

the artist, iltim00, doesnt have an ao3 account yet, but ill still be posting her art for those who want art for their coms. pls dont be afraid to ask for art (from any of us really) we all would love to make some for ya👅

on that note, ownership will be mainly taken by altim00. she will be writing the next few reqs, i will be replying to the commissions, and iltim00 will do the art. also, we all do the same job, so if there is a specific owner that you want to request from, just ask for any of us first thing in ur req. simply say ,,to ultim00/altim00/iltim00 can you write/draw this for me? _____''

thats all the updates for now, PLEASE interact with us, my fics outside of the req book wont be affected by the ownership and they will all be written by me. its just the req book im sharing ownership with

also we will be using symbols so you know who wrote/drew your request

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♡: altim00

♧: iltim00

thanks for all ur requests🤞👅💦🤤

 

bonus: selfship art i made to cope

yes 007n7 has blonde hair its my hc that before c00lkidd, he had natural blonde hair but after he gave up hacking, he dyed his hair and cut his horns so no one could recognize him

Notes:

hm from altim: ultim likes when u call her pet names,, she said it gives her more motivation to finish the requests LOL

she also doesnt beta read fics or check for updates so shes never gonna see this😼

Chapter 10: (♧) ART! Noli/007n7 (Slight NSFW)

 

click and hold -> "preview image"

final time: 1 hr 21 mins. thank you for letting me get some spotlight 🙂‍↕️ thanks for the request🎉🥹💪🫶 -iltim00

Chapter 11: (♡) "I wanted to give you this." (Betrayed 1x1x1x1/Reader - Light Romance & Fluff)

Summary:

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betrayed 1x1x1x1/reader - light romance, fluff

"Fucking shit-" You grumble, bursting through the door to the killer's cabin. Immediately, heads turn to see who just came through, and you don't bother to glance at anyone as you slam the door behind you. "Goddamn survivors.."

 

The other killers understood how angry of a person you could be sometimes, especially when you don't win a round. Now was one of those times, though there were still a couple of glances passed around at each other every now and then.

 

You can't help yourself- anger issues stacked on top of a losing game was definitely not a good pair for you, especially when you didn't know how to handle it.

 

Fuck everyone; you don't need to be known in any way other than that you were a capable killer, strong and sly. But when it was clear the difference between a winning and losing game was where it got embarrassing for you.

 

You storm upstairs, in such rage you trip on the first step, pissing you off even more and groaning in a high pitched, held back scream. Though you catch yourself, finger curling so hard into your palms your nails dig into your skin.

 

Once you were all the way up the stairs and slammed the door to your room shut was when everyone finally looked around at each other. c00lkidd blinked, looking over at Noli who was sitting next to him at the coffee table on the floor.

 

1x's gaze lingered longer than everyone else on the stairs, chin tilted upwards with his zipper teeth pulled back. He'd never admit it, but he kind of liked this side of you, not to mention you yourself. It felt like seeing someone else who could have so much hatred in them was a shared feeling, which was a more welcomed idea by 1x.

 

After all, he was a creation of hatred, bound to feel nothing but misery and anger. There was no way he could have feelings for someone when all he was was pure negativity. He didn't understand love all that well, but he definitely knew what it was. So when he started getting these odd thoughts towards you, very different opposed to his usual, he was in total denial.

 

Noli nudged c00lkidd, a much more amused smirk on his face. He'd always entertain the idea of finding a joke in every situation somehow. "Someone's mad."

 

Noli's chuckles encouraged c00lkidd to return a short giggle, although he definitely didn't find it funny. kidd liked you; he saw you as a mother figure he never had, so when you weren't happy, he wasn't either.

 

After noticing how fake the reply was, Noli sighed and dropped his shoulders, placing his cheek in his hand with his elbow propped up on the table. Little fucker didn't like his jokes anyways. And he was being forced to sit here and color with the kid.

 

"Is mama okay?" c00lkidd leaned further over the table, fidgeting with the crayon in his hand. A slight frown was displayed on his face as he turned once again to ask Noli.

 

"She's not your mama," Noli scoffed, dropping one hand on the table. "Grow up and stop calling her that, will you?"

 

Across the room, 1x could barely pick up on the conversation happening as she was sitting on a stool in the kitchen alone, but she could still overhear it. Noli wasn't the greatest to c00lkidd, but the kid still clinged onto him, believing he was his uncle. What an uncle he was, though.

 

Based off of past conversations, 1x could assume Noli wasn't the biggest fan of the kid because he'd stolen the attention from 007n7. It was reasonable, after 007 had dumped Noli after making him.. well, the way he was, she couldn't blame the guy for being mad. But now that 007 wasn't in the picture as much, he could still be a good 'uncle' sometimes.

 

It wasn't 1x's problem anyways. They could deal with their own situation and 1x would stay in the background. Hopefully with you..

 

With a huff, he thought back to a couple of things he could do to cheer you up. He'd wanted to be there for you right now; something about this moment made it so different from the others that he couldn't wrap his head around.

 

Meanwhile, "I'm sorry, uncle Noli."

 

"Gah- I'm not your uncle either, stop calling me that, too."

 

"Sorry."

 

"Whatever."

 

1x1x1x1 glanced over her shoulder, seeing how Jason was speaking his usual ki ki ma ma trying to lighten the mood. c00lkidd's head hung low, focused on the paper before him, decorated in color.

 

Then, a certain idea crossed his mind.

 

♡ ~•~•~ ♡

 

For the rest of the day, you didn't come out of your room, didn't talk to anyone, even after you had cooled off. You were thinking that one little word could trigger you and you would go into a mood again, but you really just didn't want any snarky comments your way, so you distanced yourself from everyone else.

 

At least you knew how to do that, though getting into arguements with the other killers was a different story. Then you didn't know how to keep your cool, and would literally start throwing hands at some point.

 

A knock on your door made you flinch, sitting up in your bed. You rubbed the back of your head, hair scrunching up in clumps before it fell back down again. If that's Noli, you might just kill yourself.

 

"What do you want?" You call, hesitant, because if it is who you think it is you don't want him to know your awake. Regardless, he probably would've barged into your room anyways, awake or not, after you don't respond for a while.

 

The doorknob turned, opening just a few inches but enough for you to see who it was.

 

You blink, looking at 1x who was sticking half of his body in your room, the rest of it hidden behind the door. His neon-green torso glowed faintly, pairing well with the faded black connecting his limbs.

 

"1x? What do you need?" You're unsure how to feel- you feel like telling him to go away but at the same time you just want some company, even if it meant snarky comments.

 

"I wanted to give you this." She stepped past the door after a moment, expression unreadable. You look at what she's holding- a bowl and a folded paper.

 

Repositioning your posture after he took a few steps forward, already finding himself standing next to you, you kick your legs over the side of your bed so he had some space to sit.

 

He handed you the bowl and you take it, carefully gripping the edges in case it was hot. It wasn't, actually it was the same temperature as the glass bowl. After a closer look, you realize it's a bowl of your favorite: cheesecake, a spoon tucked in the dessert.

 

Surprised, you look from the bowl to 1x, who was still standing patiently next to you. With the last bit of hospitality left in you, you ask her to sit, in which she does, finding a comfortable distance between the two of you.

 

"c00lkidd also wanted to give this to you." He handed you the folded paper which you also take, unfolding it with one hand as the other kept the bowl balanced in your lap.

 

It's a drawing of you in all your killer glory, radified by your poorly drawn weapon. You look at it, torn between 'bro this is dogshit' and 'wow this is actually good for a 10 year old.'

 

Nevertheless, you flip over the paper, seeing a note in scribbled handwriting. 'Please feel better, uncle isnt happy either and I have no one to play with.'

 

The faintest smile appears on your lips, but you glance over to 1x and quickly force it down. Clearing your throat, you fold the paper back up and set it on your nightstand.

 

"Do you want me to eat this right now?" You grab the spoon, twirling it inbetween your fingers. You kind of just expected to have a taste, thank him, then he leaves. You don't like that idea of awkward silence while he just sat there and watched you eat.

 

1x shrugged when you look over at him- he'd seemed to be staring at you before which explained his delayed response. "Go ahead."

 

After a moment of silent contemplation, you pick up the spoon and dig it into the cheesecake, taking a fair amount and bringing the spoon to your mouth.

 

Plain wasn't your most favorite, but this was definitely good. You'd known 1x1x1x1 could cook well, but you didn't know he could bake as well as he did cooking, not to mention you didn't even know he could bake in the first place.

 

The taste in your mouth was perfect, finished off quickly with a short chew. It was done exactly how you liked it, making you wonder how 1x knew your favorite in the first place.

 

After finishing off the bite, you set the spoon back in the bowl and turn your head over your shoulder to 1x who looked stiff. You were impressed; playing it off cool though you knew you were going to absolutely devour the rest once he left.

 

"Wow, 1x," She almost seemed to flinch when you spoke, although she was focused on you before and after you turned. "I didn't know you could bake like this. It's amazing."

 

His shoulders finally relaxed in the slightest bit, though he still kept up a tense figure, which you didn't understand. You don't think he knows how to take a compliment- probably because he'd never heard one in his entire life- because he just nodded and hummed.

 

"Have you even tried some?" As you place a hand next to your leg, halfway in the space between the two of you, you take another bit out of the cheesecake in the spoon. You bring the spoon to his face, flicking it slightly in an instistance he had a bite. "Here. It's better than I thought."

 

1x was reluctant at first- you totally threw away the fact you also just put your lips on the spoon but its whatever, its not like it would get him sick. He wrapped the tips of his jet-black fingers on the edge of the spoon and you guide the spoon into his mouth, letting him take a taste as well.

 

You watch as she also swallowed down the bite, taking the spoon back when she was finished. Your hand lingered in the air in front of her face, trying to cover the fact you were scooting closer by the second.

 

The air was awkward between you when you realized you were leaning closer than you should, 1x also taking notice with a simple look downwards to see the space you closed. The moments passing were blindly filled with something else, even as you cough up an "ahem."

 

"Sorry, is this-" You cut yourself off when he gently placed a hand on your wrist, moving your hand downwards to put the spoon back. Now you could understand what he wanted, the slight tension after sitting down, the undecided nod after your compliment.

 

1x tilted his chin downwards to meet your face, his red eyes gazing deep into yours with passion. The longer you look at each other, the more you see it all unravel, how you leaned closer with your eyes half-lidded and switching between his eyes to his lips.

 

She picked up easily on how you returned the action, waiting for you to move just a few inches forward to let her know you really wanted this. At some point, your hand hovered just over her jawline, the pads of your fingers barely grazing her skin covered by luminous white hair.

 

Finally, you close your eyes fully, pressing your lips to his in a slow kiss, one side filled with love and one side filled with thanks.

 

1x looked over your face for a final time, realizing this was actually real- you were actually kissing him, you were kissing him.

 

After accepting the fact, she also closed her eyes, melting into the affection you returned. You sense this, deepening the kiss, though gingerly to not break anything too sincere.

 

1x1x1x1 placed a hand over yours on her cheek, rubbing your knuckles. The both of you are getting somewhere, mouths moving against each other's as you tilt your head more to the side to get a full feel of her lips against yours.

 

On your side, you were being gentle and sincere, careful to keep the kiss last for those few extra seconds, while the only thing going through 1x's mind being 'oh fuck yes.,' he didn't care how you kissed him.

 

You both sit for a few more moments, the intention from either side so readable but so unclear at the same time.

 

You were the first to pull away, breath light but taking long inhales even as your mouths were just no shorter than a few inches away as your lips still grazing over his.

 

Her eyes were still closed, yours barely open as you kiss her again, this time shorter. Your hand had slid into her hair, fingerpads touching just behind her ear the longer you sat like this.

 

It felt like intimacy, but it was missing your love. 1x drank up as much of the shared moment as he could, because something inside him told him that you weren't doing this out of returning his feelings, but rather as a simple thanks, or even worse, a filler for that silence.

 

Its whatever as this point, he has you right where he'd wanted you to be ever since he had layed eyes upon you.

 

This time, 1x broke the kiss, eyes fluttering open to gaze at you one more time. You were so beautiful- not only was that your only quality, but you were just like him. Maybe it wasn't a good thing to be made of complete hatred, but you made him feel a different way about that.

 

You made him feel something other than hatred, pure from his heart.

 

You made him feel love, your best quality.

Notes:

bonus part where noli had found out that 1x and the reader were kissing and then teased and joked about it NON STOP

noli is just a grumpy guy

someone go cheer up noli

thanks for the request😁❤️‍🩹🤫🙏

Chapter 12: (♡) "More than you'd ever imagine." (Chance/GN!Reader - Fluff and Light Gore)

Summary:

d4n1_0n_p4wzz
chance/gn!reader - hurt/comfort, light gore

The click of the door to Chance's room made your entrance obvious, followed by the faint sigh you made after feeling the pain shoot through your arm up to your shoulder when you pressed against the door.

 

Letting yourself in, your sights are set on Chance who was fidgeting with his flintlock, sitting on his bed. A smile formed on your lips everytime you see him: the man you love.

 

Chance looked up from his gun, meeting your soft gaze and returning it in an instant. He set the gun aside on the nightstand next to the bed, already getting ready for you to join him and scooting more to the side.

 

You shut the door behind you, taking a rough step forward and making your way to sit next to him. Your slight limp doesn't go unnoticed, especially when you grit your teeth and suck in the air through your mouth to pull yourself back on the bed.

 

Before speaking, they gazed over your body, extending an arm to help you sit upright. In this process, a cut on your shoulder dragging down your back caught their attention, and they can't help but worry already.

 

"Are you okay, love?" Chance's fingers barely grazed your skin, trying to soothe you backwards to find a comfortable way to sit. What kind of question was that? Of course you weren't okay!

 

He stood, placing himself right in front of you to hold you up with both hands on your shoulders. Huffing a small exhale, you look up to meet eye contact.

 

"Here," Chance was already getting on one knee, leaning down underneath the raised bed and you hear another object sliding against the floor. When he stood back up, he held a medkit in his hands.

 

"Oh," You breathed out, leaning back on your hands and slouching a bit. In result, you could feel the cut on your shoulder stretch; it wasn't bleeding too much but it hurt like hell. "I'll be fine, I don't need..."

 

Chance sat down again next to you, the weight in the bed shifting as they did. It silenced you easily- you actually really did need the help of that medkit.

 

"Yes, you do." He's already popping open the kit, taking a look over each thing left over in it. This was his go-to medkit, used time and time again after rounds, so there wasn't much left aside from a sad roll of bandages and other items.

 

They picked out the bandages, setting the medkit aside and ushering you to lean sideways. You follow how their hands on your arms gently guide your body to turn and kick your legs over the side of the bed, your back almost pressed up against their chest.

 

The only thing between you two was your wings, tattered and rough with a few drops of blood. The liquid stained an unpleasant maroon into the feathers, though it was nothing you couldn't wash off with a handful of scrubs.

 

For a moment, Chance ran his palm over the edge of your wing, making your stomach flutter. Heaving a relaxed sigh, you close your eyes and melt into the careful motions, feeling at peace although the rip through your shirt suggested you could feel otherwise.

 

Deliberately, he stroked the edge with his left hand, the other holding the bandages still but pulling you closer. He moved from the damp feathers to the soft skin of your arm, up to your shoulder.

 

There was when your breath caught; you still weren't used to a simple graze over the cut regardless of it being there for so long. Chance took serious notice, shifting the bandages between each hand and rolling it out.

 

A small tug on your sleeve made you bring your hand up to pull it up, but you felt Chance pull your hand off. "It's okay, I got it." Their patience was beyond you, how soothing it was just to let someone who actually cared do the work for you.

 

You accept it and let your hand fall into your lap. After a matter of seconds to roll up your sleeve and pull it back far enough when he could reach your wound, you feel that familiar sharp sting, lower this time.

 

"Let me know if it hurts." Chance said, pressing the start of the roll of bandage to the wound, holding it down with his thumb. Obviously bandages aren't the most convienent for a cut like this, but it was the only thing left in the medkit that could keep you patched up long enough before you found a new one.

 

You nod shortly, trying to keep a steady inhale and exhale. It made you feel kind of guilty for having Chance do the work, but it eased all your other thoughts at the same time. You knew he could care less and really wanted to help.

 

After a moment of comfirmation, he rolled out the bandage just enough to go over the top of your shoulder, loosely hanging over until he pulled it under your armpit and back over again. You squeezed your eyes tight, pursing your lips to endure it.

 

Chance didn't really notice your occasional stutter even as they continued to wrap the bandage, but it was still there. Underneath your shirt, you could still feel the sticky blood that had trickled down your back, tickling your sensitive skin. The feathers surrounding that area were uncleaned as well, and you lingered on the thought of having to clean that off later.

 

You struggled in the silence, just sitting there and trying to take your mind off of the numbing jolts making you flinch. Worried he had hurt you, Chance let the bandage hang and stopped wrapping the cut, then placed a hand on your back.

 

You feel his breath against your neck as he spoke, holding you close to ease your tension. "Is it too tight?"

 

"No," You exhale a short reply, rubbing your knee as you did so. The stagger in your breathing indicated you were hurting in some way, so he paused wrapping for a while. "I'm still not used to it, is all."

 

Chance hummed, wrapping their arm around your side and taking hold of your hand. They interlocked your fingers in theirs, rubbing the back of your palm. It felt easier to breathe now, each rise and fall of your chest lighter than before.

 

You lean your head back into the crook of his neck, avoiding pressing the injured side of your body against his chest, so you were stuck awkwardly leaning on the right side of your body.

 

Chance nuzzled you back, his sunglasses pressing against the side of your head. A signature accessory of his, one he'd never take off around other survivors except for you.

 

"I think I'm good now," You whispered, beginning with an airy inhale. Craning your neck as much as you could, you look back at him and pressed your temple to his cheek, pulling back shortly after.

 

"You're sure?" Chance replied, squeezing your hand a little. "We have all the time in the world, dear. Take as long as you need."

 

You chuckled quietly, softly and short. "I'm sure."

 

They continued with a smug smile and quick kiss to your cheek, leaning backwards and unhooking your hand to finish the last few wraps on your shoulder.

 

"There's only a little bit left." They said, grabbing the dangling bandage from your shoulder and pulling it lightly to tighten it ever so gently.

 

The texure of the bandage felt like grain against your skin, probably with age. On top of that, the runny liquid that was your blood stuck to the bandage, leaving a very unpleasant feel but you knew it'd be over sooner or later.

 

The next second of Chance wrapping your wound passed by faster than you thought, though he remained as tender as he did the entire time.

 

"There," He tapped the bandage, finishing it off effortlessly. "Feel better now?"

 

The sting lingered when you try to move your shoulder, telling you to just lay off on the movements. Though you still pushed out an "Of course."

 

They wrapped their arms around your sides, holding their hands together where they met at your stomach. Here felt like a lot of tension came undone at your door, leaving behind all your worries when you were with Chance.

 

"Thank you." Taking a hold of his hands, you carress his knuckles just as he had done to you earlier. In response, he opened his palm and you placed your hand in his.

 

"Of course, doll." Chance replied, pulling you in but mindful of your wings that scrunched up. He admired every feather- your wings were one of your most beautiful features. They shined in all their glory, being well maintained.

 

You never really let anyone touch your wings, even though you shared them as a common trait with survivors like Shedletsky and Taph, it still didn't give an excuse to run their hands on them. The only person allowed to was Chance, and it was one of their favorite things to do in intimate moments like these.

 

Countless times before, Chance would preen your wings for you since you couldn't really reach them yourself. Later in the relationship, he admitted he'd gotten all the tips from Shedletsky before the two of you started dating for "future situations." Surprisingly enough, he even let Chance practice on him.

 

You rest your head back again, eyes half-lidded as you look up at them. Those signature sunglasses, hiding what you really loved, what you really wanted to see and bathe in the most.

 

Stifling a strangled groan, you pull your body forwards, twisting at the waist in a successful attempt to turn around. Chance let you turn, both hands on your waist to guide you around without moving your shoulder.

 

You sat between their legs, hands on their shoulders and leaning your full weight on their chest. They adjusted as well, both hands on your lower back, rubbing your spine.

 

The two of you meet "eye contact." (You're pretty sure, he doesn't really have anywhere else to look.) Could be deeper without those opaque sunglasses, you decide, and reach to grab them off of his nose bridge.

 

Chance let you take them off, after all there was a thing you let him do so he might as well let you do something as well.

 

After folding the sunglasses and tossing them on the nightstand, you grab their cheeks and barely graze your thumb over their chin, just directly under their bottom lip. Now you locked eyes more passionately, face only a few inches from theirs.

 

To gaze into his eyes forever, to linger in this moment of shared silence everytime you felt wrong, you'd die for it.

 

Chance's left eye, completely blind since the night iTrapped killed him. It was a touchy subject for Chance, and you completely understood. But to see how Chance never let that disadvantage of having sight in only one eye get to him filled you with your own hope.

 

Of course it was still hard to deal with- you couldn't imagine hiding behind dark shades and on top of that half of your vision being completely black. It was definitely a struggle, but you assumed he'd gotten used to it.

 

It was like a scar of history. It cast a big disadvantage on Chance but they still found a way to adapt and get past it, and you loved that about them.

 

Chance blinked a couple times, adjusting to the brightness of the room. Of course wearing those sunglasses for so long must make the world look like a new shade of colors.

 

"Your eyes are too pretty to be hid behind shades all the time." Not pushy, but simple, you comment on the fact, a warm smile on your face.

 

"Well," Chance returned your smile, the love in his eyes obvious. Compliments always got him flattered so easily. "I think you are the only person who deserves to see them."

 

He ran his hand up your back, tracing over where the feathers faded to skin from under your shirt. "Just like how I'm the only one who gets to touch your wings."

 

"That was meant to be another way of saying 'I love you.'" Chuckling light-heartedly at their seriousness, you continue to gaze into their eyes, returning the affection tenfold. "But I guess that's fair."

 

A puff of air similar to your chuckle left Chance. You press your forehead to his, closing your eyes after he picked up the hint and ended the distance between your lips.

 

He kissed you with such tenderness, treating you like a fragile diamond that meant everything to him. In this world, you were his everything- the two of you were really the only thing you had.

 

You're just grateful he loves you back.

 

Your hands slid deeper into their grey hair, neatly tied back in a ponytail. Much like yours, it was brushed daily; it was always in Chance's nature to look their best. Though you don't care that much for looks when it came to Chance- they were still handsome as ever.

 

Seconds passed before Chance deepened the kiss, still soft and light like before, just becoming more comfortable with you.

 

Where his hands lingered before on your back he continued to rub, carressing the edges of your wings that made you shudder. After so many times of touching them, he'd learned it was an instinct you couldn't help.

 

There was no rush, no pushing to become something more intimate, just love shared between the two of you in this moment. You were all his, and he was all yours.

 

The kiss ended off soon after, each side faded out from the affection. You look up from Chance's lips, parted so they could take in the breaths they needed. You also took barely audible pants of your own, mouth so close to theirs you could feel every inhale and exhale.

 

For a long pause, Chance stopped moving around your feathers. It looked like he was holding back saying something, or forming words in his head and trying to find a way to put them.

 

Then, he broke that silence. "I love you, too, hon. More than you'd ever imagine."

 

You lifted your arms over their shoulders, letting each word sink in. You swear, your heart was beating faster than before.

 

You like that sound of that. More than you'd ever imagine. It made you feel amazing.

 

"You're too good to me, Chance."

 

You kiss him again.

Notes:

i had a lot of fun writing this

thanks for the request😁❤️‍🩹🤫🙏

Chapter 13: (◇) "..How to properly treat a mortal." (Telamon/F!Reader - Smut & Praise)

Summary:

lemonninq
telamon/f!reader - smut and praise

The sky outside was painted hues of orange and yellow, the white sun off in the distance setting somewhere past the land. From your office chair, you could overlook the silhouette of the city, covered in black.

 

No one else was in the office right now, except for you and maybe a handful of other people downstairs. Today you were going to stay just a bit overtime so you could get this paperwork done; once you were done with it, you could get back to coding for Roblox.

 

With a sigh, you scribble down some extra information on the paper before you, then setting the pen down and rubbing your temples. Your elbows wobbled on your desk as you reminded yourself this was the last stretch, just a little bit longer and you would have everything- plus a little extra- set for the next day.

 

You're completely focused, despite how tired you were, you still felt a rush of energy inside of you. Though you wouldn't call yourself a workaholic, (like some of the other employees say you are) you do understand that you take your work very seriously, as you should.

 

Okay, maybe a little over-the-top seriously, but who can blame you? Life wasn't always easy when you had a significant role at Roblox HQ. Especially with the admins around 24/7; some of them intimidated you shitless.

 

For example, Telamon. SFOTH, that guy creeped you out sometimes, but in an uneasy way. It's not like you were scared of him or couldn't tolerate being around him all the time, you definitely could, but everytime you see that shadow cast over his face, wide grin, you can't help but get light pricks of goosebumps.

 

Footsteps sound from the stairwell, but you're so caught up in your work you pay no mind to it. Not until someone is speaking your name from behind you, and it catches you off guard.

 

You turn your head quickly, flinching when you recognize that familiar black cloak and brown wings. There Telamon stood, looking the same as usual, just missing the signature grin.

 

"Oh, T..!" Placing a hand over your heart as you're sure you just felt it skip a beat, you start but don't finish your sentence. Of course it was just you expressing how startled you were in words.

 

"Did I scare you? Sorry." There was a hint of amusement in his voice and it didn't take long for the cheeky smirk to form. His chin tilted slightly down as he spoke, the pointed tip of his hood hanging over his face.

 

"It's okay," Your shoulders relax and you turn back to your work, your posture slouched and you can feel all of the tension in your back, mostly surrounding your neck and wings. "I guess I'm just really zoned in on finishing this last bit. It's not your fault."

 

Telamon hummed, taking another step forward and placing a hand on your chair. It was obvious with how you could see the faint shadow looming over your desk that he was looking at all your papers and messy setup. "Is that why you're still here?"

 

For a moment, you are silent, you didn't really process what he said. Nevertheless, you clutch your pen tighter and start to tap it subconciously. Eventually, you nod, pursing your lips although you know he wouldn't see it.

 

Telamon sighed with a closed mouth, taking his hand off of the back of your chair and you feel a bit of tension leave you. Of course he was still standing over you though, watching your every move like a hawk.

 

A heavy, unwanted silence hung over the room and the space around you, so you try to take your mind off of it by resuming your work. Every second counts, after all.

 

This was so awkward. He just kept standing there, quietly thinking of something.

 

"Can I do you a favor?" He said finally, a more softer tone in his voice, full of sincerity. It was almost like removing the unsettled words with just that one sentence.

 

You don't turn your head. Instead, "What?"

 

"Well, I see how you're always working so hard here, that you barely pay any attention to your wings." Telamon started, much more soothing than everything else he'd said before. "Poor things. Being someone who has them, it could almost break my heart seeing how much you neglect them."

 

Now you were confused, but at the same time understood what he was asking. If it's what you think it is, you're gonna have to hard decline. Your wings didn't have to be in good shape for you to focus on work.

 

"The favor," He stepped behind you, raising his hands over the bridge of your wings. His fingers barely ghosted over the bone, giving you light goosebumps; you weren't used to anyone touching them. "I would like to preen them for you."

 

You were right. And you don't even have to consider it.

 

"I'll be fine," There you put it, simply with careful authority. This was your boss, an admin you were talking to, so you had to watch your words and tone. "It doesn't bother me."

 

"I know it does," Telamon trailed his hand down to the messy holes cut in the back of your shirt that you fit your wings through and slipped two fingers through one side, tugging at the cloth. "Even if you don't like them, the least you can do is let them look as pretty as they're meant to be."

 

By his words, your wings twitched and curled into your body. A fair point he had, but still, you had to decline. "Sorry, not right now, I have to get this finished."

 

"I can do it while you work." He pursued- when was he going to give up? More likely, when were you going to give up?

 

Mumbling a cuss under your breath, you realize you're running out of excuses. Part of you was shifting into the waters of saying yes, so you take time to consider it.

 

On second thought, the idea doesn't seem that bad. You've got some build-up stress and tension coming from the quality of your wings anyways, so what's the hurt in preening for just a little bit? He's not taking you away from your work.

 

You turn your head over your shoulder as much as you can, and Telamon removes his hands from the bridges of your wings. Placing a hand on the back of your chair, "How?"

 

Telamon stepped over to your side, extending both arms and holding his palms out, a signal for you to stand up. If you hadn't caught that, he also told you, "Up."

 

You stand, pushing your chair back in the process. Turning around, you watch Telamon take your seat and reach out for your waist. He spun your body around and placed you on his lap, to which you tensed up to. This is not real.

 

Being very unfamiliar to this kind of stuff, you can't help the heat in your cheeks that was barely visible on your face. You tell yourself to relax though, nothing weird is happening; if he isn't being weird about it then you shouldn't be either.

 

With an exhale, you scoot yourself closer to your desk, leaning forward to give Telamon some space to touch your wings. Once you were comfortable, his hands remained at your waist for a second longer, till they moved up to the bridges once again.

 

He ran the back of his hand over your feathers, stopping at a bundle that clearly needed to be rearranged. The first touch you were extremely sensitive to, gasping inaudibly when he grabbed the tip with careful fingers.

 

Telamon stretched a feather there, and you cIose your eyes and purse your lips. This was the thing you were forgetting about- after neglecting them for so long, you forgot how delicate your wings really were. You could feel every movement he made 10x more than usual.

 

Shit. Countless times, you repeat in your head. You got yourself into this, and you can feel a warmth blossoming in your core.

 

You pull yourself closer to your desk, shakily grabbing your pen with your non-dominant hand and placing your other hand on your temple. It took you a second to realize, and you swap items in your hands.

 

Telamon just continued, so focused on the satisfaction of finally seeing your wings looking better than every other day you came in to Roblox HQ. He knew what he was doing, having done this numerous times before.

 

The room was quiet, aside from your occasional gasps which you stifled back but eventually choked out. It didn't hurt, no, no where close to that.

 

It turned you on.

 

You look down at your work, which was now just a paper before you that should be distracting you. Unfortunately, it couldn't. There was no way in hell you could be able to ignore the feeling going on right behind you, spreading throughout your entire body and making you shiver.

 

When you do, Telamon stopped grooming, noticing the subtle jerk of your body. Even your wings shook and fluttered. His hands rested over the spot he'd been previously working on with such experience.

 

"Does it hurt?" The question that made you freeze. No way you're telling him the truth. It was an unusual question anyways, preening shouldn't feel painful for anyone, only uncomfortable when you do it excessively.

 

Hurriedly, you shake your head, taking these few moments of grace to get back into your work, but as soon as you press your pen to paper, you feel Telamon's touch on your wings again and your focused is immediately broken.

 

You glance down to your thighs, trembling as a newfound feeling makes its way between them. Your attempts to keep yourself together are failed completely, and now you find your mind swimming in thoughts of Telamon you definitely shouldn't be thinking of with him right here.

 

In an attempt to quell the heat, you press your thighs together, but now you can feel the slick building up in your cunt. At this point there was no escaping it. You should've never said yes, but at the same time, it felt so good.

 

You slide your hand into your hair, clutching your temple so hard it left marks from your nails. Shuddering, you bite your lip to make the shakiness go away, and you fixed your posture.

 

"Relax." One of Telamon's hands stroked your spine, easing you and you follow, pretending that didn't just give you another rush of dirty thoughts. Of course he noticed how much you flinched, but that was completely normal; he understood your wings could be so fragile after not touching them for a long time. What he didn't understand was the true reason you were doing it.

 

This was kind of working, now that you had a grip on yourself, you try to think about the lines of word on the paper before you. You read the same sentence over and over, but you couldn't actually process the words at hand.

 

Why was it this hard to focus? All you have to do is read the words, simple, you do it every day. You clench your teeth together so hard, jaw tight when the inevitable happens: you moan.

 

You stiffen up completely, more frozen than a statue would ever be. It gets even worse when you realize Telamon heard you clear as day, his hands paused preening your feathers.

 

There are no words spoken for a while, just the two of you sitting in disbelief, and you wished you could just leave it at that, act like it never even happened. No, he had to make it hard on you like the sly admin he was known as.

 

"If it doesn't hurt," Telamon's voice dripped with amusement, running his finger over one feather at a time, tracing the outline of each. "Then what do you feel?"

 

You stare forward, taking a slow breath in and out. So badly you wanted to throw your hands over your face and curl up and die, but he wasn't going to let you off that easily.

 

"I'm just not used to people touching them." Closing your eyes, that narrow excuse made you feel like you dogded a bullet.

 

Telamon scoffed. Although it was a mix of a huff and a hum, it still made your blood run cold. He knew exactly what was going on in your head.

 

"Are you sure there isn't something deeper?" SFOTH, he's going to be the death of you with the way you could hear the smile in his voice, how he raised his hand to play with the tips of your other feathers. You could nod, but you both know that wouldn't get you anywhere.

 

When you don't respond, he moved his hands to grab your waist, rutting your ass against his lap playfully and completely catching you off guard. Your eyes widen, dropping your pen and placing a hand over the back of his palm. "Come on, don't be shy."

 

Your throat goes dry and you swallow hard, choking back words you're not sure if you could say. Either you spit it out and you get in big trouble, or he takes it as a way of following up with his teasing.

 

Telamon's hands snake around your sides, clasping them together at a low point of your stomach. Even if you hadn't said it yet, he knew this was exactly what you'd been picturing just a handful of seconds ago. You just sat there and let him do it, and that was enough for him.

 

He started to rub circles on your hips with his thumb, and that was you finally broke. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You knew it would get me heated and you just want to sit back and watch me writhe!"

 

There was that authority, pulled right out of your throat. Halfway through your sentence, you turn as much as you could to say it to his face. Although your words sounded harsh, your tone suggested otherwise, matching his ideas so he would catch your drift.

 

Then, Telamon just grinned at you. You search his eyes, now burning into yours, and you want to look away in sudden intimidation but it felt like he was luring you in with that stupid smile.

 

"So there is something deeper?" He said finally, enjoying the look on your face when you realized he'd dragged it out of you. Well, you're fucked. But in a good way. Literally.

 

This time, you embrace it, and you nod sternly. You hold yourself there to look at him a bit longer, before his hands glide lower on your skin, and although you feel yourself shake, you still don't turn your head.

 

"Say it with your pretty mouth," He leaned his head back, wings stretching out and rising past the armrests of your chair. "If you're going to keep staring at me like that."

 

You clear your throat quietly, getting sick of the crane in your neck, so you turn your back to him and sit normally once again. It felt better to say it like this anyways, when you don't have to admit it with your eyes locked to his.

 

"There is something deeper." You close your eyes, feeling how his hands rested on your pelvis, inhaling a sharp breath everytime he inched closer to your clothed cunt.

 

You draw in a breath, waiting a bit before continuing the next bit- "And I want you to fuck me."

 

Telamon let out a low whistle, almost in surprise by the pure, thick honesty in your voice. He wasn' actually expecting you to say that just yet.

 

"You want to take this up there?" He raised a hand, pointing to your desk. The tip of his fingers barely touched the edge, tapping on the wood as far as he could reach.

 

You open your eyes to see where he pointed, although you already knew what he was talking about. You stand, stepping over to sit on the edge of your desk, facing Telamon who was barely getting out of the chair.

 

Wow, and to think you were talking to yourself how much he made you feel a little off-put, in the same day to escalate to this.

 

The admin stood right before you, both hands on your lower thighs to spread you open. Given your ass was the only thing holding you up on the desk, your feet were planted firmly on the floor.

 

With Telamon's hood casting that shadow over his face, you can see his mouth, but not his eyes. It was like wearing sunglasses almost, you can tell he was looking at you in the eyes based off of the tilt of his head.

 

You're given a rish of shivers when he trails his hands up your inner thighs, playfully prodding at the waistband of your pants.

 

Inhaling, you just let Telamon do what he did, sliding your pants down past your knees- from there they just fell to the floor- leaving you in your soaked panties. You look down, gulping hard, and find a balance with your hands holding onto the edges of the desk, fingers curling underneath the top.

 

Telamon closed a big distance between the two of you, extending his wings to curl around you and cover your body. Now you were so close to him, you could even see his eyes at this angle.

 

Dim colors casted into the office room, following where you stood covered. The colors surrounding you blurred and faded into each other, the only thing taking your focus was Telamon's face, looking down at you with pure ecstasy.

 

His fingers on your pelvis curled inwards and hit your folds, making your shoulders raise in tension. A blush was settled on your face as he continued to tease your cunt.

 

The shadows surrounding you made you feel more secret although you were already hidden enough by his wings. The faded brown on the tips of each feather transitioning into a yellow behind you made you reminisce on your own wings of beauty.

 

Before you knew it, your panties were off, hitting the ground with your pants, ravelled at your feet. The air around you was warmer than it would be without his wings, though your thighs still shake.

 

Telamon leaned closer, all up in your space now. There was barely any space between your lips at this point. Yet he still stood there and toyed with your pussy, using the up-close view as a way to get every angle of your reaction.

 

His breath tickled your cheeks, and you feel his other hand placed on top of yours clutching the desk. Finally, he slipped in a finger, shoving it far up almost like a reward for being so patient.

 

You purse your lips into a thin line, holding back a moan breaking through you when Telamon swirled it around, feeling every part of you with just one single motion.

 

"You're so wet already." He chuckled, pumping his index finger repeatedly into your cunt, soaking himself in your slick. "Was it me, or your wings?"

 

"Both." You say, exhaling sharply, now picking up a more flirtatious tone despite your position. "But I think you could do more."

 

"You surely know how to properly treat an admin." Satisfied, Telamon pushed in a second finger. You groan, leaning your head back in hopes of something to rest your head against, but to no avail. "Good girl."

 

After so long, he pulled his hand away; there was no use for foreplay when you were already so prepped. He reached for his belt, slipping the leather past the buckle, all the while, the two fingers that were inside of you stuck out away from it.

 

The belt fell to the floor, jingling softly, and his robe that had been folded over each end of cloth now dangled open. You look down, barely tilting your chin but you could still see everything from your view.

 

Telamon ran his fingers over your lips, gathering more slick and rubbing it all over his erect cock. (Which you swear he grew a couple inches from that.)

 

It didn't take long before you feel his tip rubbing just against your inner thigh, and from how it stood up, it touched your pulsing cunt as well. His hips rubbed against yours, and with how close you were, your breasts touched his chest.

 

Telamon teased the lips of your pussy, barely pushing in the first inch as he leaned into the crook of your neck and whispered in your ear, "Let me know if I know how to properly treat a mortal."

 

You're about to open your mouth to respond, but he shoved in his entire cock before you could even react, leaving you in shock. A moan fell from your lips, jaw hanging open, and your fingers curl as much as they can into the desk beneath you.

 

You felt every part of him, and he felt every part of you. How his dick twitched inside of you, how each vein throbbed, how your walls clenched around him, how easy it was to slide it in with such slimey texture.

 

The first pull out came after a brief second of you catching yourself, and when he does you can feel the emptiness inside of you before he slammed back in.

 

Telamon placed his hands over the back of your palms, grabbing your wrist to keep his own balance. He struggled and stuttered for a second, finding a comfortable place to have stood around your legs. With each slap, you can feel the desk beneath you lightly shake, a few of the things littered on the surface rolling and clashing agaibst each other.

 

Those must've been your warm-up thrusts then, because the more he got into it the rougher he got, drawing out lewd sounds from your throat you'd never expected to be making on a bland Thursday.

 

Telamon pressed his torso to yours, putting a lot of weight on you. With each sound he made, you could feel vibrating from his upper chest, even more so as he spoke to you, that tone slow and seductive, enough to make you faint on the spot.

 

"All mine," He mumbled, not to himself, but for you to understand your position. Either way, you don't mind, and with how heightened your arousal was, it was more than evident that you were enjoying this.

 

His thumbs, skin cool on top of yours, wrapped around your wrists. The contrast from his smooth flesh, almost chilling to the touch, gave you shudders. It should've been expected, how the heat built up in you, giving the perfect balance between warmth and cold of the repeated penetration and the AC of the building.

 

"Beautiful. Coming undone for me." Telamon chuckled. The flow of his words, picked to strike your every cell in ways beyond your comprehension, making you feel like the most important person in the world. You must've been the chosen one- a literal admin was fucking you after all. "I feel divine because of you."

 

You squint your eyes, unable to respond with anything. The words formulated in your head, up your throat, but failed to come out. You choke out moans, a sudden cry when you feel him go deeper than ever before. If he wanted to experiment with your reactions, to see how your body twitched, you would let him.

 

"That's it." The admin said, content with your every sound. Moving his legs more around your waist to force more pleasure into you, meaning more of your cries and rambling his name, one of his new favorite things.

 

The heat in your core shot through every muscle in your body, though only registering in your head and pussy, how ruthless he pounded into you. Given, you were pretty sure there were going to be bruises on your waist later. You were already sore there, the bones of your hips struggling to keep up with his.

 

Your ass, half sliding off of the table, bounced with every harsh thrust of his waist. Every time he thrust in, you move back with him, but to the motion after, you would unintentionally follow him forward, making him think you were seriously that desperate. Thankfully, Telamon noticed your unstableness, and lifted your leg up to push you back, far enough that your feet dangled no more than an inch off of the ground.

 

"You're- mmh- doing so well." He lifted his head from your shoulder, looking you dead in the eyes, seeing your face contorted in pleasure. You look back at him, head tilted backwards, mouth hanging open, brows creased as you take him. Never once would he have imagined someone so perfect for him- how you looked back without response let him know he was doing you right when you couldn't say it yourself.

 

The admin drove himself deeper into you, hitting a sweet spot and everything in you clenched. Your nails dig deeper than they ever did into the desk as you cry out his name, unintentionally loud. You're both unaware of the ruckus you were making, the noises of your sex echoing throughout the empty room. Telamon could hope you wouldn't scream, as that would draw unwanted attention to the two of you, but he was so caught up in the moment that it was his last care in the world.

 

"Quiet, honey. The other admins are going to hear you." Telamon commented, squeezing a patch of your skin he held. He ran his slender fingerpads across your skin, touching each area like a claim it belonged to him. Even if it was light, you might look back tomorrow and still feel it ghosting on your body. You squirm, your much smaller wings fluttering and stretching out as a reflex to the unfamiliar touches.

 

"You're making that hard to- ah! Ffffff.." You cut yourself off, lazily drooping your head forwards when you feel touches on your wings again. A tease disguised as passion, but you know he's not doing it to shut you up. No, far from that. If he said he wasn't savoring how you would try to say something, then to have it slur into a whimper of rapture, he'd be lying. It was especially hot when you'd breathe his name, oh, that was his favorite, to let him know that this was his doing, that he was the one making you like this.

 

Your hands shoot up to clutch Telamon's shoulders, gritting your teeth and biting your tongue. He groaned, an attempt to recompose himself by feeding off of your state, his hands exploring your trembling feathers. He never let off on his ruthless pace, hard as a rock that his dick throbbed, adding on to your inability to form words from every drag of his cock inside of you.

 

It was already enough that the admin fucked you so rough that the legs of the desk beneath you tilted off of the ground. It creaked and wobbled, and you're pretty sure if this goes on for any longer then the desk might break and give out. Technically, that wouldn't be your problem, you're 50% sure Telamon will let you off the hook and just replace it.

 

The tingles in your wings threw you over the edge, body trembling as your vision turned blurry. You squeeze your eyes close tight, holding back the overstimulated tears that formed in your eyes. Your back arched into him, digging your head into his chest that muffled your every sound, slurred into the next. It was getting to be too much for you, your grip softening then reappearing at random; your conscious was fading in and out.

 

Telamon grazed his knuckles over your wings, similar as he had done earlier. On instinct, you clench and press your forehead into his chest, and he moaned your name, throwing in another merciless thrust. It caused a chain reaction, making you rut against his waist with the last of your strength, burying your head into the silk of his robe. The only distance between the two of you was his penetrating hips after you pull him into you, wrapping your arms around his back. Seriously, your bodies were squished together so tight you could feel your meaty breasts pushing back into your body.

 

Your breath was ragged, each pant clutching onto the other as he fucked you stupid. At this point, the best you could do was sputter slurred nonsense by how cock drunk you were. On top of that, he took advantadge of how you clung to him, the movements of his chin tickling your ear with every praise he spoke unto you, being the only other thing you can hear other than the slap of skin & wet squelches in your pussy. You can't even produce sounds anymore- you were too far gone.

 

None of your feathers went untouched, though only on one side of your wings as Telamon had to hold himself up with the other hand. He traced over the outline of every individual feathers, sloppily sliding his finger over each row. It felt just like toying with your cunt, adding onto the weight of your ecstasy.

 

Then, he hit deep in your walls, directly thrusting in your sweet spot, and you take a huge gasp, rambling muffled words, something along the lines of "Right there!" or as Telamon could hear. He grinned, obeying your wish, finding himself growing hazy when he repeated hit your spot and you would clench around him, sharply sucking in air.

 

Telamon groaned, that worked-up feeling settling in his stomach. He tilted his chin upwards to adjust, gripping your feathers more tightly but still trying to contain himself and be gentle with them. Your wings were so fragile, and having been in your position once of neglecting them, he'd understand the pain if he were to pull a feather too hard, or to poke the underside too rough.

 

The foamy ring of your slick around his cock was hard to miss, and when you look up you see the hot visual of Telamon close to you, the sweat dripping from his face making it obvious he was close to his orgasm. His curly hair clung to his slightly flushed face, jaw hanging open as he took breaths through his mouth, panting from the exhaustion.

 

You huff at the stutter of his hips, that being the last bit of air inside of you that he hadn't robbed from the insane snap of his waist. Telamon clutched your sides with his one hand harder, and you finally feel the tears stream from your eyes.

 

There was nothing going on in your head anymore, not worried about anything going on around you, not worried about the ridiculously loud squeaking of your desk and the clutter rolling around on it, not worried about the flow of your breathe, but purely Telamon. The sound and smell of sex filled your senses and you realize he's mere seconds away from finishing, and if you don't say anything then he's gonna pull out.

 

"Inside! Ple.. ase, Tela-mmnh, inside!" You beg like your life depended on it, repeating each word even after he nodded, like it would end you if he didn't fill you up and it was the last thing keeping you alive.

 

The admin slammed his hand back down onto the desk, balancing himself for the final thrusts that made your pussy ache a way it'd never done before. He was savoring the last bit he could have of you, maybe for a while, unless you'd ever happen to throw him a wink too suggesting.

 

Before you know it, he's finally coming inside of you, a new warmth pumping you full. You throw your head back, crying out as your salty tears ran down your cheeks. His load was sticky, thick, though couldn't replace the girth of his dick. Your sob ends with a hoarse whine, your voice gravelly and throat hot from the musical of sounds you'd just made.

 

Telamon's jaw trembled, resting on the top of your head. Your cunt took in every drop, milking his length dry with such need that made his stomach twist in all the good ways. He panted out as he came down from his high, shooting out abundant strands of white, decorating your insides a new color with the amount he held.

 

He squirted out the last few drops and finally felt like he could breathe lighter. His cock pulsed inside of you still, keeping you plugged to the maximum, even more than you could handle. A few seconds of recollection and he's looking down at you.

 

The two of you were a sweaty mess, hair sticking to your face. Both of you panted, some breaths in sync and some deep or rushed. The tips of your white wings touched his, much larger than yours, the bottoms of his angelic feathers that faded from a beautiful brown to a radiant gold. You don't even realize it's over, as he still has his member in you, so you continue to clutch his shoulders and cry into his chest.

 

"Look at you," Telamon whispered, followed by an airy chuckle, so fond of your state. He brought a hand up to your head, cradling your neck into his chest. He embraced the closeness, speaking into your ear that went directly into your brain. "Nothing but perfect. You took me so good."

 

You return his gaze and clear your throat, trying to pull yourself into reality, but to no avail. Your eyes were glossy with tears, almost puffy, and normally you would turn your head, but you don't consider how you look right now; you were completely focused on Telamon. You whine, rolling your hips in dissappointment when you finally accept that he was finished.

 

Telamon dropped the cheeky smile, general passion taking it over instead- one of those hard things for him to do. Amused, he brought his hand to your cheek, pressing the back of the joint of his fingers to your skin, wiping away your tears with a hum. Your eyes flutter closed, lashes shining from the wetness now wiped away.

 

You must've sat there for a minute or so, just being held while Telamon whispered praises over you, swearing you must be the most beautiful mortal he'd ever laid eyes upon. Then getting the luxury of being able to get heated with them must've been a doing of his own hands, fate decided not just by the admins, but the world itself.

 

Sinking into his touch, you sigh, struggling to hold you limp body up while your hands found themselves intertwined around his back. The support was little, but enough to hold yourself together in recollection. Telamon's hands glided over the skin of your face, holding your jaw up to his line of sight, a simple tilt to meet. The touch moved to the back of your neck, finding very tiny details in how he held you.

 

The admin hummed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear-

 

"Telamon?"

 

Both of you flinched, though you only did because you heard a loud voice, while Telamon did because he recognized the voice from the stairwell dangerously close behind the two of you.

 

His eyes widened, looking around frantically as if that would help him hide you anymore. Instead, he leaned over as tall as he could and stretched his wings as far as they could go, pulling you close to him.

 

He threw his head over his shoulder, meeting eyes from across the room with Doombringer: another admin.

 

"Who..?" Doombringer made a small motion with his hand, trying to peek over Telamon's shoulder from afar, but he spread his wings as further than before.

 

"What do you-" Telamon said in a panic, a lot louder than he should've, biting his lip when he realized. His palms were sweaty, curling into the desk hoping Doombringer would just leave.

 

He cleared his throat, cringing at the difference in volume when he spoke, much softer this time. "What do you need?"

 

Being a few feet away, Telamon could read the admin's face all too well, and he could tell by his tone Doombringer had heard more than he should've. "How long were you standing there for?"

 

"Well," Doombringer let out a shaky breath. "Too long."

 

There were a lot of things he could've said right then and there, like a warning, but he decided against it. He couldn't necessarily be fired, since he was an admin, there was no punishments for him. After a moment of either consideration of hesitation, Doombringer shook his head, and went back down the stairs from where he came from.

 

Telamon heaved a sigh, returning his gaze back to you who was staring blankly ahead. Then it hit him hard- he's gotta send you home somehow, and its not ideal when your in a state like this.

 

What to do with you..

 

At least there weren't any stains on your paperwork.

Notes:

sorry, i had to leave oit the aftercare part because u literally fuck in an office

no stains on the paper work tho

damn you ao3 for messing with my formatting (yes this was updated and the smut was made longer)

thanks for the request👅🤞💦🤤

Chapter 14: (♧) Untilted Dom!007n7/F!Reader Smut

Summary:

GooningTo007n7
dom!007n7/f!reader - smut and praise

Notes:

i was held at gunpoint to do this

You groan, shoving your head deeper between 007n7's moobs and clutching his back, arms wrapped securely around his sides and holding his shoulders with your palms. You sat on his lap, spooning his waist with his length buried fully inside of you.

 

Every small movement he made, every twitch of his dick, every shift of his hips, you felt inside your sensitive cunt, slicked to the max in arousal. The amount of sheer wetness made it an easy job for 007 to put his cock inside of you, sliding it in with ease while you on the other hand gasped and struggled with each inch he you lowered on.

 

Seeing how you reacted to each and every slight change, he was unsure how to start. In an attempt to soothe you, 07 placed a hand on your bare back, rubbing up and down your spine, to which you shivered at.

 

It felt so good, so full, you wanted to get on with it already but having the size cock he did, it was already a tight fit for you. Still felt good though. Especially understanding how you were already a drooling mess and he hadn't even started yet, which made him much harder than he should be.

 

007n7 sighed, looking down at you who flinched by the sudden fall of his chest, squeezing the patches of his back you held onto for dear life to ground yourself, which worked, and you feel the warmth from both your bodies bloom once again.

 

"I think... 'm ready." You heave out, trying to sit more upright and remove your head from his chest, looking up at him with ecstasy in your eyes. That look you gave him said everything, though he's still weary to start.

 

"You're sure?" 007 placed his other hand on your back, keeping his tone gentle considering how delicate you were in this moment. Instead of mustering up more strength, you just hum and nod.

 

"Okay," He breathed out, tilting his chin slightly upwards to lean back more and at least try and help you sit more comfortably. After a moment's hesitation, he wrapped his arms around your back, though more dominant than how yours loosely hung around his shoulders.

 

007n7 was slow to start, allowing you to take a breath and brace for it. He cleared his throat before squeezing you tight into him, squishing your head back into his chest and using the tightness to lift you barely off of his sweaty cock.

 

You moan into his shoulder, biting your cheeks internally at the change in feel. Somehow, your core already felt so overworked simply by being stretched out to adjust to 007's size. The guy was huge, and if it weren't for your arousal making you so wet, it would've been a struggle to get his dick in you.

 

Finally, after holding your body in the air for a few seconds, 007n7 shoved you back down, returning to being buried to your womb. This process repeated a few more times, picking up speed as he went.

 

The sound of you practically chanting his name into his shoulder followed up by your lewd sounds drove him crazy, and he fucked you onto him mindfully hard. With how he constantly guided you in a rythym up and down off of his cock, you could even say you would remember each vein pulsing inside of your pussy.

 

With nothing else to do, you dig your fingers into the skin of his back, making 7 let out a shaky whimper. On top of that, your cunt was so tight, it made his dick throb even more.

 

You whimper, moan, sigh, anything, but it doesn't justify how big he is, having you filled to the top and not leaving a single inch of your walls untouched.

 

Drool formed in the corner of your mouth, drying off on 7's skin, and a wet around of your saliva apprared on his chest. You exhaled, leaning one side of your face between each titty and becoming mush in his arms.

 

It was then that he decided: if you were slush like this, then he's gotta do something else about it.

 

07 rested his chin on top of your head, your scalp warm and sticky with sweat. You shuddered, jerking your head by accident which 7 groaned at, squeezing your sides.

 

"You're doing perfect," He whispered, though loud enough for you to hear over the constant slap of skin and your noises. "Taking me so good."

 

His words really got to your head, making those shocks of pleasure in your pussy spread to your head, smiling with your jaw hanging open and shutting your eyes.

 

"Such a good girl." He continued, satisfied with how you curled up and got flushed with a few phrases- you must've been completely out of it if that got to you so easily.

 

Your forehead rubbed his chest in a vertical motion with everytime he raised you then set you down again, your hair getting caught with his skin and mixing with the sweat and drool.

 

You sighed, a mini shriek escaping your throat when his dick hit your most sensitive spot, leaving your jaw hanging wide open. Your pussy ached, feeling so overstimulated.

 

Your arms around his back barely held up anymore; you were starting to lose sense in your lower region as you feel the numbess settling in your legs. Your throat choked out numerous porn-worthy sounds, dropping out with different pitches each time.

 

"Almost there," 7 strained out, and you wiggle your hips, trying to stay put on his cock. You were losing strength- but in a good way, accepting each thrust as another way of calling you good, and you were all here for it.

 

Mustering up the last bit of working brain cells you had to speak, you lean your head back to sound more clear. "I, In... Inside."

 

007 used his chin to push your head back into his chest, letting out a shaky exhale when that knot in his stomach was just a hair away from breaking- nothing was holding him back at this point.

 

The last couple thrusts were forceful, fading into gentleness and you scream, ending off in a harsh sob, being muffled by his chest.

 

He's already pumping his cum into you, finally letting you sit on his lap in stillness and take it all in. The drool from your mouth fell onto his skin, tattering you finally and you squeeze your face into the plush of his skin as far as you can.

 

Your bare breasts were pushed into his stomach, hugging him to you so tight while he held you through it, filling you completely and the warmth in your core died down.

 

It was finally over, and you stop hugging him so tight, panting for air. You move your leg, adjusting to the stickyness filling your cunt to the folds.

 

7 leaned his head back, hands unwrapping from your waist and going to just stroke your back, whispering praises into your ear for solely you.

 

This was the best round you have ever had.

Notes:

i wrote this on my lunch break so excuse if its a little short

this request wasnt even for me but i still wrote it bc ultim cant write it atm (shes busy moving)

regardless

thanks for the request🎉🥹💪🫶

Chapter 15: (♧) "That's 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 not normal." (007n7/c00lgui - Wireplay)

Summary:

Motor_Oil
007n7/c00lgui - wireplay

Notes:

WE ARE SO BACK LETS GOOOOOOO

"Damn piece of junk," 007n7 growled, clearly frustrated with his c00lgui. Lately, the panel had been messing up his commands, preventing him from exploiting with a purpose, leaving every encounter awkward. "Why won't you work?!"

 

Clicking repeatedly on the same button wore his patience thin- he'd try to delete then input the same code over and over, but to no avail. The selected item he focused on was still not dissappearing.

 

The hacker, groaning curses and insults, leaned back into the wall. He sat with criss-crossed legs on his bed, face palming as he looked up to the ceiling. His fingers pushed his glasses up unintentionally, then regaining himself and fixing them.

 

The lack of destruction made him think back to earlier today when he tried using the c00lgui. He'd gone to blow up the local pizza place, Builder Brother's Pizza, when his dramatic entrance turned into a not-so-threatening visit. Any new customer to the establishment must've assumed 007n7 as some random teenager seeking attention- or even worse, a failed prank.

 

You see, he'd came into the building in all of his hacker glory, ready to set fire to the place. c00lgui in hand, target selected, he reached out to the panel and- Nothing. No fire, no explosions, nothing. He looked down at the panel. [Error. Code declined.] Of course he shrugged it off, grunting at the inconvienence and looked back into the eyes of the fearful employees, clicking again and- Nothing? Ugh, what the fuck?

 

He felt so stupid in that moment. Even thinking about it now made him flush a little. There was no misclick- he was sure of it! The panel just out of the blue decided to not work, and that was final. It wasn't his fault that the panel was overused and is hanging on by a thread. When he inputs codes, those codes should work! ...And that's final!

 

Well, he isn't a bratty teenager, he is the 007n7, one of Robloxia's most feared hackers! Not some low-life with a stupid burger on his head and a stupid picture of a cat on his stupid t-shirt and- ughhhhhh! This is humiliating! Excruciating! He can't take on this reputation!

 

Well, it was inevitable. The c00lgui was lost in the sauce, now he's gotta take it apart and rebuild it.

 

The mood- oh, the mood- he does not want to do this right now, but it's a crucial moment of effort. What if something comes up later? Something he's gotta rush to, or maybe Noli is calling him and he's gotta get over to his friend quickly. One couldn't just fix it then, he needs it for the time being.

 

With a slouch, he flipped the panel around and slid off the protective casing on the back, and got to work on the internal wiring.

 

It looked like a wire was burnt out here and there, well, nothing he couldn't replace. Maybe run some inputs for a test but thankfully it didn't look too hard of a j*b, no matter how high maintenance his tech was- it was just a quality of being one of those higher up hackers.

 

Best to get it done and over with now, and he started repairing it.

 

He was able to replace the wires that needed it, screw with this and that, and overall, seemed to have everything back in place. That was, until he tried the same command from earlier.

 

Almost hesitantly, 007n7 input the code and selected a target in his chaos of his room. Everything looked fine with the c00lgui, however, the panel decided otherwise.

 

Of course setting fire to something inside your house was a bad idea, which the c00lgui agreed with. When he confirmed the command, the panel didn't say the usual error on it, but nothing was set off. He tried again, still nothing.

 

The hacker clicked his tongue, leaning back in defeat. Maybe the target was incompatable or some bullshit, he thought as he looked around his room for something else to select, when a particular flaming tree outside his window caught his attention.

 

Holy shit! That was actually a tree on fire!

 

007n7 tensed, leaning forward on his knees.
He was quick to undo the command, watching the nature go back to normal, though crisps of leaves and ashes fell from the stiffened branches with a sigh.

 

The back of his head hit the wall, prolonged groaning of pure frustration coming from his throat. Why did this have to be so hard?

 

The c00lgui floated there above his lap.

 

"Bitch."

 

He squinted. The c00lgui remained.

 

"Don't look at me like that."

 

As if talking to the panel would do anything.

 

"SFOTH- fine."

 

He flipped the panel around once again, recognizing the problem right away after the first command initited.

 

With the last bit of hope in him, he reached to mess with the wiring again, unhooking all the tips and edges to set it at a reset. Hacker vocaublary, don't worry about it. (Am i right?)

 

007n7 hummed, looking over the options. What to start with? Doesn't matter, he grabbed a slim gray wire and rubbed it between his fingers.

 

A casual text sound came from the panel, catching the hacker off-guard. That's not normal.

 

The c00lgui always made that sound when there was text displayed. Just to be sure, he checked the front side for any messages.

 

[just lik3 that, pleaze(///•_●///)]

 

"That's definitely not normal."

 

But he's curious.

 

He turned the panel around, finding the familiar wire and poking around the ends. He placed the strand between his thumb and index finger, slowly rubbing them together to hear another tone.

 

Using his other hand to flip the c00lgui around, he stared in shock at the next message shown.

 

[d0Nt stop**]

 

That's interesting. He continued to rub the wire together, heat pricking at his fingertips. Not from sparks- the string wasn't damaged- but from "wow this is new and kinda hot ngl."

 

The c00lgui's message remained the same for a while until it faded out with static, when a new and welcome idea popped up in n7's head.

 

He tugged the chord experimentally and pressed his knuckles into the wiring, joints touching everything inside the casing. The warming metal against his skin felt weird, unusual- this was a completely different thing he's used to.

 

Turns out, the c00lgui would just get stubborn some times, and this was the new method 007n7 would have to use to get it working again.

 

[HAAH]

 

The hacker chuckled, leaning into this idea of the panel being sentient and welcoming it with very open arms. This was how easily he got distracted; not very shameful for anything he ever did, but when something unusual came around he would follow and do it, then think about it later.

 

007n7 continued to play with the wire, rubbing and pulling it to his heart's content. This continued for minutes until n7 decided he test out some other spots in the panel, flipping the c00lgui around and looking at all the options.

 

First, he grabbed two untouched wires, starting at rubbing circles on the place where the strand met the outlet, moving outwards to the end- or to him, the tip.

 

n7 did this with all of the untouched buds, like a prep before pulling on a collective bundle. He had to hold the panel in place to keep from moving with his hand, causing the hacker a smirk.

 

Honestly, he was intrigued, interested, hooked. He never knew of this side of the c00lgui, but whatever it was, it sure was freaky. in a "c00l" way, of course.

 

Though unfortunately for him, he didn't recognize the pleas from the scripting tone begging, [##### ITS 2 MUCJ!!!1 DX] and [PLSASE STOP] but worst of all, [System reseting: 3... 2... 1...]

 

A spark of heat burned his fingers, wiping the smirk right off of his face. What happened?

 

He turned the c00lgui around, looking for an explanation on the screen for bullshitting him and- oh. It blacked out and reset.

 

Well, was it his fault? Not necessarily. He couldn't see the text with the panel turned around. Though, that was the problem, but who was to blame?

 

Hopefully, just hopefully, the c00lgui could work again; thats all he really cared for right now. Though, if he could do that again, he wouldn't mind that too much either...

 

Later when the c00lgui had turned on again, it was safe to say, it didn't need some fancy operation to start working again, it just needed some sense knocked into it and a little wireplay. It was quite enjoyable, so much so it turned into a routine every time the c00lgui acted up.

 

He could do this more often.

Notes:

sorry that this took so long, i feel like it wasnt worth the wait because i was kind of just handed this as a project and noticed this page hasnt been updated in a while

fun fact: every author has had a turn to work on this fic. congratsiationos on being the youngest person ever

there has been tension between the authors and i dont know how to handle the situation without feeling like a bystander. however most of it has been resolved so expect lots of chapters to come out this week

thanks for the request 🎉🥹💪🫶