One-shots of 007n7 👅 | Closed Req.

by Mayalrzz

Summary:

007n7 one-shots: why I love him so much and need more of him

English is not my first language, so sorry for the bad translation😞
Contains OOC! Character credits to the Forsaken developers and respective owners (yes, I really don't know who to give credit to so...) but the characters are my own interpretation and based on what I've read ('cause I don't play Forsaken) sometimes, I think.

 

Req in the first chapter, please read!

The tags won't be updated because I've already reached the limit...

Chapter 1: Requests page

Summary:

PLEASE READ WHAT I WON'T DO! Pls💔

PLS READ

Hi! I’m excited to be part of this fandom that has fed me for so long. Obviously, I’ll let you know what I will and won’t do, with a few exceptions 👅

 

What I WILL do:

–Degradation

—AU's/Hc

—Non-con/Dub-con

–Weird ships

–Smut, angst, and fluff

–Mpreg

–Gang bang

–Gender swap

–AFAB/FemTrans/FTM ONLY IN FLUFF AND ANGST! I’ll explain this better in the “Things I won’t do” section >3

–Some kinks/fetishes (I’ll specify later which ones I don’t accept) This includes humiliation, threesomes, etc.

–Anything not listed in the “Things I won’t do” section

 

Things I WON’T do:

–Anything involving bodily fluids other than blood, semen, or tears (sweat in some cases)

—Incest.

–Smut with minors. Please, no. I can write characters 17 and up... uhhhh Here the children are included (C00lkidd, PrettyPrincess and BluuDud)

–AFAB/Trans/FTM characters (in smut). This isn’t out of malice; it just makes me uncomfortable. I can include them in fluff and angst, but they won’t be a big focus unless it’s important (depending on your request).

–Feet.

–Menstruation.

—Necrophilia...

—Lector/self-insert

 

 

Preferences:

—Bottom 007n7

—Fluff

—ChickenBurger/1337n7/Luckyhacker/PoisonBurger

 

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I think that’s everything—looking forward to your requests! <3

 

Please be specific, I like to know the details. Any weak request gives me writer's block :(

Examplw: (At least minimal)

 

"Bottom!007n7 and Top!Guest 1337 Smut

Guest decides to reward 007n7 after the ex-hacker was being a better asset to the team. Guest and 007 were already in a relationship, so you can skip that part...

007 has a praise kink"

 

Any plot please add something I can work with.

For anything Fluff or Angst, the details are also useful to me.

 

 

This work contains poor characterization of the characters (I think), don't expect them to follow canon since they are under my interpretation. Srry n_n

I RESERVE THE RIGHT TO DECLINE ANY REQUESTS THAT I’M NOT COMPLETELY COMFORTABLE WITH!

 

 

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They will also be added each time I reopen the requests. "How?" It works like this: Example

In the current line there are 2 pending requests, if you wrote a request I will add it at some point, thus increasing the line again. 

 

*Clossed* (14/02/1903)

1. PoisonBurger — Fluff (requested 12/02/1903) 
2. PizzaBurger — Smut (requested 13/02/1903)

*You made a request on 18/02/1903, while the requests were closed*.

*Reopened on 02/23/1903

        3. Luckyhacker  — Smut (Requested 18/02/1903)

 

And so it will continue, I will only be reopening when I consider that I will have time to write

 

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Fluff(🫂)

Smut(🔥)

Angst(🥀)

 

Line: 

1. ChickenBurger / Smut&Fluff🫂🔥 / PreSaken - The Guy (Guest)
2. Mafialings/007n7 / Smut🔥 - Littleseal (Guest)
3. 007n7/Everyone / Uhhh Idk what it belongs to, but it's not Fluff or smut ig. / YandereAu! -Kittycat382923 
4. PoisonBurger / Smut🔥 / Ocean Au!/Nosaken - Carmelsplitter
5. PizzaBurger / Smut🔥 / PreSaken/NoSaken - END_Yoshka
6. PizzaBurger / Smut 🔥/ -Pizzaburgerling (Guest)

 

Chapters:

 name of Ship / Tittle / genre of the One-shot / timeline of the OneShot

1. ChickenBurger / Wings / little fluff(🫂)
2. ChickenBurger / part2 Wings / Fluff and Smut(🫂/🔥)
3. 1337n7 / Care and cure / Fluff(🫂💗)
4. PoisionBurger / An opportunity to change / Domestic Fluff (🏠🫂💗) / Post Forsaken
5. PosionBurger / Little obsession / Pre Forsaken / Fluff and romance (🫂💗)
6. Luckyhacker (Chance/Fem!007n7) + C00lkidd / Family in Process / Fluff and angst with comfort (🥀💗🫂) / post Forsaken
7. PizzaBurger / Check Payout / Smut(🔥) (muehehe😈😈) / Pre-C00lkidd
8. 1337n7 / Good boy / Smut(🔥) / 
9. DivineHacker/ChickenBurger / Us and destiny. / Fluff and Angst / Pre-Sakenn and Forsaken
10. ChickenBurger/DivineHacker / Us and destiny (Second Part). / a little bit of angst and fluff, Smut 🔥/
11. DivineHacker / Sick / Fluff(🫂💗) /Pre saken
12. OutCastPizza / Confusing relationship / Smut🔥
13. Mafialings/007n7 / Anything / Smut🔥
14. Admins/007n7 / Control / Smut(NON-CON) 🔥⚠️️ / Pre Saken 
15. Yuri!OutCastPizza / Let's be together / Fluff🫂💗
16. PoisonBurger / New experiences / Smut & Little fluff 🫂🔥 / Post Saken
17. 007n7 + C00lkidd / Be okay / Angst with a hopeful ending (I think)
18. DoomHacker / Anything for him / Smut & Non-Con (I think uhh)🔥⚠️️ / Pre saken
19. PoisonBurger / A figure to love / Smut 🔥/ Post Saken
20. DecoyDagger / Company / Smut and a little fluff🔥🫂
21. DivineHacker / Do you regret it? / Smut w plot ig 🔥🔥/ Pre Saken and Forsaken uhhh
22. Burgerdebt + C00lkidd / From the beginning / Romance & Fluff🫂💗 / presaken 
23. Burgerdebt / From the beginning / Fluff w Smut 🫂🔥/ Presaken 
24. PizzaBurger / It shouldn't have happened / Smut 🔥
25. 007n7 motherly / A chance to care again / Fluff🫂
26. DivineHacker / Tight situation / Smut🔥 / Pre saken
27. Luckyhacker / I bet... / Smut&fluff🫂🔥 / PreSaken
28. 007n7/Everyone /  Let's blame it on the smell.  / Smut🔥
29. PoisonBurger / United forever / Smut🔥
30. BuilderBurger / New father / Smut&Fluff 🔥🫂
31. FrozenCode / You got everything you wanted. / Angst🥀
32. DivineHacker. MermaidAU!/ Aren't you that? You're rude. / Smut🔥 / PreSaken
33. 007n7/Multi 🔥 / Bunny or something to eat / Spicy/little Smut🔥
34. 1337n7 + VoidBurger (Unilateral) / Stupid and made for each other / Hurt/comfort ig or Angst w fluff, idk
35. 007n7/Everyone / Are you okay? I'll be here / Fluff, Hurt/comfort 
36. SurpriseScript (Azure/007n7) / Doesn't it bother you? / Angst? Idk bro /

 

Chapter 2: 🫂 ChickenBurger - Wings

Summary:

Shedletsky He is caught in the middle of an untimely round, This makes it closer to 007n7 in a way..

Notes:

First one-shot, I hope you like it <3

(I'm bad with titles...)

The survivors were exhausted and injured. One would think that after being trapped in this hell for so long, they would know how to defend themselves, would have grown used to the pain they endured almost daily, and would always be prepared.

 

But they were human (some hybrids) and had needs.

 

They’d wake up in the middle of the night—or what they assumed was night, based on the chaotic schedule they’d created—and have to face beasts that hunted them to the death, caught defenseless or unprepared by their sudden awakening.

 

The first round gave the killers an advantage over the later rounds of the day.

 

On one hand, the supports were transported with their tools, though this time in a limited fashion. They handled it a bit better than the sentinels, but it wasn’t enough to escape the focus some survivors received (cough… Elliot… cough).

 

On the other hand, the sentinels put up some resistance. Two Time had his ritual dagger (no surprise there), Guest1337 was a bit disoriented but managed well at first. Chance had left his weapon in his cabin, so he found himself running with his weakness chasing him—and a killer on his tail. Shedletsky, meanwhile, was hidden.

 

The first killer, unfortunately for him, was 1x1x1x1. He didn’t have his sword and was in the middle of an important feather-care session for his wings. Builderman usually helped him, or sometimes Taph, but it wasn’t a frequent occurrence since he could be… sensitive when being groomed, which sometimes made the other two men uncomfortable or nervous.

 

Showing even a hint of weakness to 1x1x1x1 was like condemning yourself to be hunted the whole round (though he was used to it by now), this time without a weapon or anything that could stun his creation.

 

He frowned. As much as he wanted to defend his teammates, distract, and provoke the killer, he couldn’t just face him head-on like this; he at least needed to hide his wings so 1x1x1x1 wouldn’t torment him with them exposed. The thing was, he was already feeling sensitive and frustrated from trying to reach the central feathers, unable to see how they were coming along, or which needed more attention, and it irritated him.

 

He sighed heavily, searching for a secluded spot—or at least a generator to help his team a bit—trying not to be seen by the killer or his own teammates. Unfortunately for him, he only ran into 007n7.

 

He’d hoped to find Taph’s trap nest or one of Builder’s sentries, but it was no surprise to anyone that the ex-exploiter hid around the edges of the map, clinging to his c00lgui, ready to clone himself or teleport. Though he was the one who helped the most with the generators, this only stopped others from looking at him with more distrust and hatred.

 

Shed simply approached to finish the generator, though he watched as 007n7 handled it quickly and efficiently, his nimble hands working among the wires, carefully undoing the knots.

 

After a few moments, the generator was up and running.

 

Both men glanced over their shoulders now and then, just to make sure no one else was watching or to check if the killer was getting too close.

 

007n7 happened to notice the administrator’s neglected wings (if he could still be called that). He felt uneasy in Shedletsky’s presence; though Shed wasn’t rude to him, he wasn’t exactly the kind of person who tolerated him either. No one did, really—maybe Guest and Noob, but they were too soft for their own good sometimes.

 

Even so, he noticed the administrator struggling to keep his composure; the wings would twitch and stretch involuntarily, creaking from the tension Shedletsky was holding in them.

 

Nervous, he stepped closer to the administrator. “Do you need help?” he asked softly, stopping when he saw Shed leaning against the generator in front of him. Silence was the only answer he got, which only made him more nervous.

 

Before he could speak again, he heard a wave of infection heading their way. And before he could react, he was swept up in strong arms and lifted off the ground. Shedletsky carried him bridal-style, gliding across the floor. He used his wings to sprint, running to get them away from 1x1x1x1.

 

The killer only growled in response, watching as the two men escaped into the distance.

 

“Who’s still alive?” Shedletsky asked, breathless, hiding behind a crumbling wall and setting the single father down so he could catch his breath.

 

“Guest, Noob, and Builder are still with us,” 007n7 kept his panel open, ready to clone himself if needed. “I—uh, thanks for getting us out of there,” he stammered nervously, fidgeting with his hands and looking anywhere but at the administrator.

 

“We can’t give x1 any more time.” Calmer now, Shed rested his back against the wall, only to feel a sharp pain in one of his wings. He’d taken a cut to his right wing; it wasn’t deep, but it stung and wouldn’t stop bleeding.

 

007n7 noticed this and stepped forward with a medkit he’d kept tucked away, kneeling before the administrator’s injured wing. “Let me treat it,” he said, his eyes wide and puppy-like as he looked up at Shedletsky, anxious and afraid of being rejected.

 

Shedletsky weighed the pros and cons. He didn’t want to make things more awkward with the ex-hacker, but he also didn’t want to keep struggling with his wings alone. “Alright, just be careful,” Shed said, watching as the ex-hacker moved closer. His nimble hands got to work on the wound, handling the feathers gently, wrapping and tightening the bandages just enough to keep it secure.

 

Silence fell, this time not entirely uncomfortable. Shedletsky allowed himself to relax for a moment, feeling a warm comfort in his chest. Builder was a bit rough when he tended his wings—sometimes he’d pull the wrong feather or yank too hard, though they’d look fine afterward. Taph knew how to care for them but lacked the tenderness Shed craved when he let someone groom him. Brighteyes, his ex-partner, used to hate helping him with this, but did it so gently and lovingly that he still missed it to this day. 007n7 seemed to have managed to get closer to the administrator.

 

His wings were precious to him; he didn’t like just anyone touching them. But trapped in here, options were limited, and he wasn’t as picky anymore, so he’d accepted help from Builder and Taph—but he thought he’d finally found someone else who could care for them.

 

007n7 worked in silence, watching every movement the administrator made, listening carefully for any sound. In his past, he’d learned a lot about treating wounds—especially after escaping from an admin when he or his companions got hurt. He’d never treated a wing injury before, but it wasn’t too difficult. Getting close to the wings only made him see how neglected they were, but he didn’t want to risk pushing his luck with Shedletsky.

 

1:15 remained on the clock before the match ended. Only the two of them and Noob were left; he guessed Noob was hiding just like they were. He hoped so.

 

Once he finished with the injured wing, he packed up the remaining supplies from the medkit and stored them just in case—killers tended to get more aggressive in the final minutes.

 

Before he could step back, he felt someone grab his wrist. He looked up, meeting determined brown eyes staring back at him.

 

“After this round… can you help me?” Shedletsky asked, a small smile on his face. He knew the ex-hacker wouldn’t say no, but he didn’t want him to feel forced either. “Okay,” came the nervous reply. He only hoped this feeling would fade soon, but his hands started to sweat from anticipation, and warmth spread across his face as they kept looking at each other.

 

The round ended sooner than expected, leading to a rough morning for all the survivors, who were too exhausted from not getting enough sleep.

 

Noob and Chance were slumped on one of the couches, nodding off. Elliot was in the kitchen with Guest, helping make breakfast for the others. Everyone else was scattered around, finishing preparations in case the Entity decided to send them into another match.

 

007n7 and Shedletsky had survived; Builder glanced at them but said nothing, busy tending to Taph’s wounds.

 

Shedletsky was simply waiting eagerly to feel 007n7’s hands on his aching wings again, missing the warm sensation from just minutes before. He smiled at the ex-hacker and stretched his wings one last time before forcing them to tuck away again.

He just hoped his expectations would be met.

Notes:

Maybe I'll make a second part, Idk hehe

Chapter 3: 🫂/🔥ChikenBurger - Wings Part 2

Summary:

007n7 helps Shedletsky with his wings, somehow ignoring his warning and they ended up doing something else

Notes:

I have to confess that this is the first time I've done this... Don't be rude to me😞

007n7 was nervous; the last round had been exhausting for everyone. After the first, everyone started wearing out quickly. The lack of sleep and rest had taken a toll on most of them, especially the sentinels, who were passed out in the main cabin.

 

The supports were tending to some wounds that hadn’t healed after being transported following the deaths of their teammates—and themselves. Taph was watching the last man standing just before he was impaled by one of John Doe’s spikes. Noob fell to his knees in the cabin, caught by Builderman before he could hit his head on the floor.

 

They all supported each other after the rounds, healing whoever needed it. Or at least, most of them did.

 

This time, Shedletsky had gone to his cabin after dying fifth in the round, defending Elliot before getting pierced by John Doe’s claw.

 

Though he brought a certain ex-hacker along before heading to his cabin. Dussekar and Chance watched them but said nothing (though Chance would definitely go tell someone about it).

 

007n7 stepped nervously into the cabin, taking in the slight mess scattered around the small room. He heard the soft click of a lock at the door, turning to see the administrator, who started pushing him toward his room.

 

What had he gotten himself into?

 

He heard a fluttering beside him, then a groan from Shedletsky. A few feathers drifted past his vision, making him wonder what exactly the administrator wanted.

 

Shedletsky opened his room, a bit nervous about what he was going to ask, but the pain in his joints spurred him on.

 

“I brought you here because I need a favor, 007n7,” Shedletsky began, cutting through the awkward silence (still awkward) between them. “I need help with my wings. Before you say anything—no, no one else can help me. Even though I don’t fully trust you, I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt.” He said this directly, looking him in the eyes and keeping his grip on the ex-hacker’s back.

 

007n7 wasn’t stupid; he knew this “benefit of the doubt” was the price for the favor. He wouldn’t get much in return, but maybe he wouldn’t have to face everything alone… though he hoped he wouldn’t regret whatever they were about to do.

 

“As long as you’re not going to kill me here haha,” he laughed nervously, trying to make himself smaller. “Nothing like that. You see, lately I might have… neglected my wings. Builder refused to help me,” Shed admitted. He wasn’t going to mention Taph—he knew the little bird was shy, and he wasn’t sure how 007n7 would react to this request.

 

Shedletsky turned his back to 007n7, removing his shirt and spreading his wings. 007n7 blushed furiously, turning his gaze anywhere but the administrator’s muscles.

 

“I need help grooming my wings. That’s why you’re here.” Shed noticed the flush covering 007n7’s soft face but said nothing, feeling a similar heat rising to his own cheeks. 007n7 took a few silent breaths. “I’ve never done this before, Shedletsky. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

 

Shedletsky just stepped forward, pushing him gently toward his bed (which he’d cleaned during the previous rounds). “Please, 007n7—you’re the only one I trust right now to do this.” He turned the single father’s face up by softly holding his jaw, forcing him to meet his eyes. Shedletsky was a bit taller, and he used it to his advantage this time, since the father kept trying to shrink away.

 

007n7 didn’t like how easy he was to manipulate, how easily someone could do whatever they wanted with him—but for some reason, he just wanted to get closer and curl up against the administrator. “Alright… just tell me what to do and let me know if I’m doing anything wrong,” he whispered, barely audible, aware of how close they were. Shedletsky’s upper wings fluttered excitedly.

 

Shedletsky pulled back to grab a chair nearby, placing it in the middle of the room to make things more comfortable for both of them. He preferred doing this on his bed, but he knew that would only make the single father more nervous.

 

Shedletsky explained the basics, pointing out some parts and demonstrating how to do it. 007n7 watched carefully, paying close attention—he knew messing up could anger the administrator, and he didn’t want that.

 

After the explanation, 007n7 began working with clean hands, brushing the ruffled feathers and plucking out old ones. He was especially careful around the feathers near the man’s torso, just as he’d been warned: “Be careful with these—don’t spend too much time there.”

 

As minutes passed, both men relaxed in each other’s presence. 007n7’s movements grew smoother and more confident as he figured out what he was doing. Shedletsky, meanwhile, relaxed so much that he let out an occasional chirp. The way 007n7’s hands moved over his wings made him crave the ex-hacker’s touch even more—he’d never thought he’d enjoy this kind of closeness with 007n7, but here he was.

 

For a moment, 007n7 felt content, happy to be helping a teammate (yes, he thought of him as a teammate)(though not for long hehe)(sorry). The ex-hacker even started humming softly, a bit unsure at first, but he noticed Shedletsky’s upper wings fluttering faster—he hoped that was a good sign.

 

For several minutes, both men basked in the comfort of the moment and each other’s company—until 007n7 forgot Shedletsky’s only warning.

 

007n7 noticed the feathers near the torso were the most neglected, so he took his time cleaning and straightening them, completely forgetting the administrator’s caution. Carefree, he ran his fingertips over the feathers, massaging and stimulating Shedletsky.

 

A sharp cry escaped when the administrator suddenly shot upright and scooped him up, giving him no time to react before throwing him onto the bed and climbing on top of him.

 

The administrator’s wings stretched wide before folding around them like a cocoon. Heat pooled inside, with only faint light filtering through Shedletsky’s wings. “I warned you about something, 007n7… looks like you still like taking risks and ignoring warnings,” he purred, smiling as he thought of all the things he could do to the man beneath him.

 

007n7 blushed even harder, trying to squirm away, scooting backward until he hit the bed’s headboard. Nervous, he watched as Shedletsky stalked closer like a predator, hunger and lust blazing in his eyes. Shit—he’d be lying if he said he was only afraid, because he felt his cock start to stir with anticipation.

 

Shedletsky seized both of 007n7’s wrists, pinning them to the mattress with one hand while the other slipped beneath his shirt.

 

007n7 let out a heavy breath; the administrator’s hand felt searingly hot against his skin, their ragged breathing filling the room. Their eyes locked before 007n7 leaned up to kiss him. Shedletsky eagerly accepted, pressing their lips together more firmly and sliding his hand up to pinch one of 007n7’s nipples, drawing a gasp and slipping his tongue into the ex-hacker’s mouth.

 

The kiss dragged on for several seconds, both fighting for dominance, but 007n7 ultimately gave in. They pulled back slightly to catch their breath. 007n7 felt overwhelmed—he hadn’t had this kind of contact since college with his ex(?), and every touch from the administrator left him gasping.

 

Shedletsky focused on stripping 007n7, trailing kisses down his neck and collarbone, biting and sucking along the way. He pushed the clothes aside, letting them fall to the floor, then started tugging off his own blue shorts—but was stopped by 007n7. “Please, let me help you,” he pleaded, looking up with those puppy eyes—how could he say no? Shedletsky flipped them over, positioning 007n7 straddling him. “Go on, show me what you’ve got, sweetheart.”

 

007n7 hesitated for a moment. If he was quick and smart, he could use his c00lgui to teleport somewhere else or run for the exit—but he’d already decided to stay.

 

He grabbed the waistband of the shorts, pulling them and the boxers down together. The administrator’s hard cock sprang free, and 007n7 caught it in his hands, stroking slowly. Pre-cum slicked his fingertips as he lowered himself, positioning between Shedletsky’s legs and bringing his mouth to the head.

 

The administrator watched, fighting the urge to just grab him and take control, choosing instead to savor the moment. The ex-hacker wrapped his lips around the tip, tasting the pre-cum as he relaxed his jaw. He descended slowly, dragging his tongue along a vein, caressing what he couldn’t yet take. The heat of his mouth felt incredible, making Shedletsky give a shallow thrust that forced tears to well in 007n7’s eyes as he relaxed further.

 

Shedletsky tangled a hand in 007n7’s brown hair, coaxing him to take more. At this rate, he’d be fucking his mouth deep in no time.

 

007n7 glanced up, seeing Shedletsky’s eyes darken. He took more of the shaft, feeling it hit the tight entrance of his throat. He decided to let the administrator take control, grabbing the hand in his hair and pushing himself down farther, then pulling back. Shedletsky understood, repositioning himself to start fucking his mouth.

 

Shedletsky watched tears spill down 007n7’s cheeks, felt his throat constrict around his cock, and heard the wet sounds and muffled moans beneath him. He didn’t hold back, forcing 007n7’s head up and down roughly, slamming into his throat and sending jolts of pleasure through his cock. It had been so long since he’d done anything like this, and the intensity made him overly sensitive.

 

007n7 whimpered around the cock in his mouth, lowering a hand to stroke his own aching cock, chasing the pleasure. Shedletsky’s thrusts grew more erratic as he neared his climax.

 

In the end, both got something out of it, pushing away the clouds of loneliness, distrust, and despair.

 

007n7 came first, spilling his load across the sheets and Shedletsky’s thighs, moaning and letting out a choked cry around the administrator’s cock. The sensation pushed Shedletsky over the edge, and he gave one final thrust, forcing 007n7’s face down into his pelvis as he came, flooding the ex-hacker’s throat with cum.

 

He released him after a few seconds, watching as 007n7 coughed, tears still clinging to his flushed cheeks. He pulled him close, pressing him against his chest. 007n7 panted weakly, not pulling away or saying a word. He rested his face against Shedletsky’s solid chest. The last thing he saw was the administrator’s wings wrapping around them like a blanket, their soft feathers brushing his head. Exhausted, he said nothing more, drifting off to sleep against Shedletsky.

 

Shedletsky took a bit longer to fall asleep, but his final thought was that he’d definitely do this again.

 

Notes:

I had something else prepared, but my fingers started typing this so.. haha

I HAVE TO MENTION SOMETHING! 007n7 doesn't have a dad bod here. Although he's not thin and has some fat, he's not quite a dad bod. I also know that Shedletsky eats fried chicken and it's not healthy, but he's not obese and definitely he's a little fatter than 007n7, but Shedletsky does have defined muscles :0

Remember I use a translator, in case you notice a mistake in the story...

Chapter 4: 🫂1337n7 / Care and cure

Summary:

007N7 AND GUEST1337 HEAVY FLUFF (YES IM CALLING IT HEAVY BC ITS ALL CUDDLING OLD MANS AND IM HUNGRY ASF FOR THEM)

Location: Cabin

- Survivor Wins, guest1337 manage to win on LMS. Exhaustion still there and heavily beat up scars are healing slowly (bc spectre been ass and regeneration takes time by just sleeping off next morning) as everyone applaud for him and give him space as he went to his room hereby 007n7 was there sitting on edge of bed along with medkit and bandages to wrap his wounds. (CHAT ITS SHARED CABIN)

As appreciation token for him, he snuggles that calming, sweet and lovable old man 007n7 till they fall asleep. I kinda wanna add extra scene where they wake up early as they stroll to near dock, sit near edge and appreciating the sunrise while sipping their coffee as there body warms eachother

IM SORRY I ADD TOO MUCH INGREDIENTS TO YOUR COOKING, I JUST MISS THEM

—201SHEETUP

Notes:

I hope you enjoy the chapter and it has somewhat met your expectations>3

The rounds were tough today. But there are days when some find extra strength for the sake of everyone else, pushing them forward or carrying them to victory.

 

Guest1337 couldn’t stand this twisted, entertaining hell of a specter that had trapped and locked them here, forcing them to fight for their lives every round to earn resources and benefits—food, training, water, and more. They always had the basics, but eating pizza every single day wasn’t exactly ideal. Even if it didn’t have any effect other than healing them (they never questioned why—it just worked), everyone’s taste buds got tired of the same flavor.

 

Elliot and 007n7 didn’t mind at all. One had grown up making pizza every day and made a living off it, and the other had a hyperactive kid with an obsession for pizza.

 

So the sentinels fought harder against the killers to get more rewards for their teammates and themselves. Today had undoubtedly been a good day for them, with a solid winning streak throughout. The last round, however, was a tough one for everyone. 1x1x1x1 decided to try a new strategy, catching some of them off guard.

 

Shedletsky wasn’t the target during the rounds, unexpectedly (well, not really), Elliot ended up being chased instead, which threw the sentinels and the others off balance. They tried to save him, but it was in vain.

 

Still, in the end, Guest was left as the LMS, fighting the killer and landing hits throughout the round. Luckily, he had medkits that 007n7 had given him, something he’d definitely thank him for later.

 

After a long chase—his wrist dislocated, his torso bruised, and an annoying cut at his waist—he managed to stay out of the killer’s reach until time ran out, securing another victory for the team.

 

Those who had been watching approached him to congratulate him; Shedletsky and Chance praised him, placing their hands on his shoulders and saying how proud they were to have him on their side. Others simply smiled at him before returning to what they were doing. Some weren’t in the main cabin, like Two Time, Dussekar, and Taph; Elliot guessed they were in the kitchen with Noob and Builder, working on something. 007n7 was also missing, but Guest already knew where he’d find him.

 

He held himself steady, not wanting to worry his teammates and have them gather around him to patch him up and bubble-wrap him. He hid his bleeding and slight limp; a few noticed but hoped he’d recover by tomorrow, though some looked a bit concerned, knowing the specter had recently slowed the healing process. Still, they respected his space after Guest shot them a tired look.

 

He headed to his shared cabin. At first, nobody wanted to be near the ex-hacker, but there weren’t many options. Some found it uncomfortable even sharing a room, but they eventually adjusted. Guest hadn’t liked the way his teammate was treated, so he chose to share the cabin with him, a decision he was now grateful for.

 

He reached the cabin, still in pain, and opened the door. The small living room was empty, so he headed to the bedroom—and there he found him.

 

007n7 was staring at the medkit in his hands, nervously playing with the edges. Hearing the creak of the opening door, he looked up to see the soldier.

 

He gave him a small smile and patted the spot beside him on the bed, inviting him to come closer and sit down.

 

Without hesitation, Guest stepped forward with a sigh of relief, lying down on the blanket 007n7 had spread to avoid staining the mattress, letting the single father take care of him.

 

007n7 wasted no time, moving closer to the soldier and setting the medkit aside to examine the wounds first. The bleeding from his torso hadn’t fully stopped yet. While the healing process had started—slowly but surely—007n7 still needed to clean and close the wound to prevent further issues overnight.

 

Carefully, he helped Guest out of his vest and shirt with the soldier’s cooperation, revealing his bare torso. Though he liked seeing him like this, it wasn’t the time. He took a clean bandage and pressed it against the cut to stop the bleeding, grabbing a water bottle from the medkit and keeping it handy with another bandage.

 

While waiting for the bleeding to slow, he kneeled on the bed by the wound, gently stroking Guest’s head, playing with some strands of his hair. He watched as the soldier began blinking slowly, eyelids drooping for longer stretches until 007n7 would give his head a soft shake. “You did well, darling, just a bit more,” he murmured, brushing sweat-damp hair from Guest’s face. He’d clean him up in the morning; for now, he focused on caring for him.

 

Guest had insisted he learn better bandaging after seeing a makeshift one during a round. While it wasn’t professional, 007n7 knew basic first aid—unlike some of their teammates. In war, a medic was crucial, and while Elliot sometimes filled that role with his healing pizzas, they couldn’t always rely on them. So Guest had helped 007n7 improve his skills, and in the process, he’d realized his feelings for the ex-hacker.

 

After a few minutes, the bleeding stopped. He took a gauze pad, dampened it, cleaned around and over the wound, then applied a disinfectant. Next came an ointment from the medkit—he had no idea what it really was, but Guest had told him to use it on wounds like this, and he’d never questioned it, though the curiosity still lingered.

 

Guest let out a soft groan as the cool ointment touched his skin but didn’t pull away from 007n7’s gentle touch; the hacker’s fingertips were comforting, making him relax and lean into the careful caress. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, only to snap them open again when he felt a light tap.

 

“I need to bandage you now. Then we can rest, Guest,” 007n7 said, moving back slightly to give the soldier space to sit up. He placed a gauze pad over the wound, then wrapped a clean bandage around Guest’s waist, securing it snugly.

 

There were only a few small cuts left. Fortunately, Guest’s dislocated wrist had popped back into place when he was transported to the main cabin, so he only had to endure some lingering pain. With another gauze pad, 007n7 cleaned the minor cuts, covering them with the last few band-aids they had in the medkit. When he finished, he pressed a soft kiss to Guest’s forehead and helped him into a clean shirt, then gently nudged him to one side of the freshly made bed.

 

He gathered up everything and tossed the dirty blanket. The medkit went into the small private bathroom, knowing it would be restocked in the morning. Without another thought, he returned to the bedroom.

 

There, he found Guest in fresh clothes, face washed, with an empty water bottle and a damp shirt discarded nearby. He didn’t say a word, just approached him quietly.

 

Guest raised his uninjured arm, pulling 007n7 closer until they were lying face-to-face. “Thanks for today, Seven,” he rasped.

 

“Mhm, don’t mention it, Guest. You know I love helping you,” 007n7 replied with a warm smile, cuddling into Guest’s good arm and resting his cheek on his chest, careful of the bandaged wound. Guest lowered his chin to rest gently on 007n7’s forehead, mindful of the small horns peeking through his brown hair.

 

With effort, he wrapped an arm around 007n7’s waist, pulling him even closer before threading his fingers through the hacker’s hair, stroking it softly until both men drifted off into the arms of sleep.

 

In the morning, 007n7 was the first to wake. He took a moment to admire Guest’s face—scarred, yet still so handsome. A beard was starting to grow again; he didn’t mind it, though Guest sometimes shaved it for comfort. He savored the comfort the soldier’s body gave him, even as he knew he’d have to pull away soon.

 

Old habits had him waking far too early, and though he knew he’d be tired later, he couldn’t let himself sleep longer than usual (even if Guest kept trying to break him of that habit).

 

Carefully, he slipped out of Guest’s arms, threw on a hoodie and comfortable shoes, and stepped out into the cold. It was still dark, with only the moonlight guiding his way to the main cabin, shivering all the while.

 

The cabin was empty and dark, except for the kitchen, which always had a light on. He headed to the coffee maker. The coffee here was terrible, but there was no other option. He made himself a strong cup and then walked out to the pier.

 

He sat at the edge, watching the fake ocean. His shoes sat behind him, out of the tide’s reach. The cold air mixed with his breath and the steam from his coffee, forming little clouds. He kept sipping the bitter drink until he heard footsteps behind him. He didn’t need to turn around—he knew exactly who it was.

 

Guest always woke up after about five hours of sleep (or less) and knew 007n7 would already be up with a cup of coffee, and while he liked coffee, he couldn’t stand 007n7’s bitter brew.

 

He’d woken alone, a cold emptiness where warmth and company had been moments before. Frowning, he got out of bed, grabbed a thick blanket—knowing how careless and stubborn 007n7 could be—and made his way to the main cabin, noticing the coffee maker was still warm.

 

Not in their shared cabin or the main one, he found him at the pier. He sat down next to the single father, pulling him close and wrapping them both in the blanket. He slid an arm around 007n7’s waist. He smelled the bitter coffee but said nothing, letting his lover sip in peace.

 

007n7 let out a satisfied hum and rested his head on Guest’s shoulder, leaning into his warmth.

 

The moonlight glistened over the sea, waves lapped against the shore, and the wind brushed past them. Silence settled over them as they soaked in the small moment of peace.

 

“You really should stop drinking that crap you call coffee.”

 

“Oh, shut up, Guest.”

 

“It’s turning you just as bitter,” he teased with a small smile—just before a sharp pinch at his wound made him wince.

 

Notes:

Ughhh I love this ship, but sorry if it has bad characterization ToT

Uhmmm I also forget some words and the translator adds others, so I'm sorry about that, I'm still fixing that for future chapters >_<

Chapter 5: 🏠🫂 PoisonBurger - An opportunity to change

Summary:

Do you also write post forsaken for this? I need to see 1x get domesticated by 007n7....

I mean fluff way sorry should've been specific

–LilyLunaetic

Notes:

I hope you like it, I didn't know what to do really so this is what I wrote😛😞

I had to add the children because they are essential and I couldn't abandon them TOT

I also struggled a bit with 1x1x1x1...

It was a calm day for the little family. Seven had started working from home after losing their three jobs, thanks to the help of Builderman and 1x1x1x1. They managed to sell their security services to small and medium-sized businesses for the time being. This helped bring in a decent amount of money, and they hoped it would soon be enough to ease their worries completely.

 

For now, they simply enjoyed a cup of coffee, watching through the doorway frame as their three little troublemakers (as 1x4 liked to call them) played.

 

C00lkidd was hosting a tea party with PrettyPrincess and BluuDude. Seven wished they had found their sister 118o8 and cousin 226w6—they missed their family dearly, but they wouldn’t go looking for them again. They hoped their loved ones were safe out there, but now Seven had decided to stay with the kids and make sure everything would be alright.

 

A soft touch on their waist startled Seven, and they turned to see the entity of hatred standing behind them. Unexpectedly, 1x4 had fought off a part of their own corruption. They still got annoyed by small things, but over time, they learned to work together and found a sense of peace.

 

Against their own will, 1x4 had come to accept the little devils as their own, so they no longer argued with the ex-hacker over who would look after the kids. Shedletsky still disagreed with the decisions both men had made, but that didn’t matter anymore. They both found comfort in each other’s actions.

 

Seven hadn’t realized how much they missed someone’s touch and praise until 1x1x1x1 came along. They kept them afloat, supporting them in every decision, always attentive not just to Seven, but also to the precious kids.

 

Seven leaned against 1x4’s chest, breathing softly as they soaked in the warmth of the man who had changed for them. 1x4 only pulled them closer, resting his head on Seven’s shoulder, inhaling the scent of their fabric softener mixed with their perfume. 1x4’s breath tickled Seven, and though they wanted to move to stop it, they didn’t really want to pull away.

 

They wanted to stay there, in the sunlit spot of their home, filled with a pleasant warmth, laughter echoing through walls covered in drawings and photos. They wouldn’t change a thing; they had everything they needed.

 

Even if 1x1x1x1 still wrestled with their anger, even if the kids were little devils (something they’d never admit out loud), they were Seven’s whole world. They would protect them at any cost, fight to keep them close. They loved them all with their entire heart.

 

Seven took another sip of bitter coffee, pulling away from the cozy embrace just enough to lean back and plant a quick kiss on 1x4’s cheek. “I’ll get breakfast ready. Watch the kids for me, please,” they said, smiling without breaking contact.

 

“Mhm, they can take care of themselves. Just look at those claws and teeth,” 1x4 grumbled, but still moved over to PrettyPrincess, taking a seat at the tiny tea table.

 

Seven stepped into the kitchen, gathering ingredients for decorated pancakes. The kids loved the meals Seven made, but they had learned that as long as breakfast looked colorful, mealtime wouldn’t turn into a disaster. They’d let the kids play with their food, decorating their own pancakes and competing over who did it best.

 

1x1x1x1 would always be the judge—everyone thought Seven was biased towards C00lkidd, which Seven always denied. But the others would band together against them and C00lkidd anytime favoritism was mentioned. C00lkidd would even square off with 1x1x1x1 after the hacker teased him, saying, “Well, your dad likes cuddling and sleeping with me now; he doesn’t want to sleep with you anymore, little devil.” Of course, Seven blushed furiously at the comment, comforting his dramatically sobbing child while shooting a death glare at 1x1x1x1, who kept teasing the little one.

 

But Seven couldn’t deny that sleeping with the kids was uncomfortable; both he and C00lkidd snored, and the little one was far too restless even in sleep. PrettyPrincess and BluuDude were always annoyed by the noise, but 1x1x1x1 only wanted Seven beside them at night. They loved watching him sleep—it was a rare moment of peace for both. 1x1x1x1 felt reassured knowing Seven was still breathing, whether it was from lingering trauma or simply the comfort of hearing his heartbeat.

 

They smiled at those memories while finishing breakfast, but soon felt a familiar weight on their back as arms wrapped around their waist. “Want something special?” Seven asked knowingly.

 

“Just you,” 1x4 rasped, pressing his face deeper into Seven’s shoulder. Seven blushed and pulled away just enough to start serving breakfast. “Let’s go to the park today; we can grab something to eat outside. Will you come with us?” they asked, a hint of excitement in their voice.

 

The scars of the hell they’d once been trapped in still made them all paranoid on bad days. But today was a good day—a perfect day to enjoy the city air.

 

“Only if we get pizza for dinner,” 1x4 replied. It wasn’t the first time he’d asked for pizza; during the old rounds, he’d seen the triangular miracle food, and now he simply enjoyed the treat. “I’m sure C00lkidd will agree with you,” Seven chuckled.

 

Almost like magic, the kids appeared. “Pizza for dinner, yes, Dad!” C00lkidd shouted, jumping up to grab their plates. 1x1x1x1 let out an exasperated sigh as they moved to the coffee maker. The kids eagerly started decorating their pancakes, Seven joining in this time to share the moment.

 

Once finished, they waited for the judgment of the creation of hatred.

 

1x4 turned around, surveying the atrocities before him—PrettyPrincess and BluuDude showed clear artistic talent, while the other two’s creations looked like they’d been caught in a tornado. ‘Like father, like child,’ 1x4 thought.

 

“Don’t become artists or you’ll starve,” he said with a rare smile, then examined Seven’s pancake carefully before handing them the cookie prize awarded to the contest’s winner.

 

The kids immediately protested. “This is corruption!” PrettyPrincess yelled, pushing BluuDude, who was already being pushed by C00lkidd. “Not fair!” they all shrieked, while Seven just laughed and handed out cookies to each of them. “I’m sure you’ll win next time,” they teased, slipping away with a mischievous grin to head to the bathroom.

 

1x1x1x1 kept their smug smile of victory, watching the kids keep up the playful chaos (even though they knew it wasn’t serious).

 

For a few minutes, the kids continued to play, leaving the adults to themselves. 1x1x1x1 watched the scene, warmth spreading through their chest as they took in every detail of the family that had given them the chance to love. The comfort and affection of Seven, the giggles of their mischievous children—that was all they ever needed.

Notes:

Guys, I have 2 news for you:)

Fortunately, I will continue with the chickenburger story.I'm still working on it but I'll focus on finishing the request from here. It will be more detailed and I will keep the first chapters, although there will be some changes in the second one because it was somewhat rushed.

Second piece of news... job application found me, so I don't know what will happen in the next few weeks. I'm still available these days, so I'll just look for work. But I might reduce my dedication in the future TOT

That's all, eat the little I prepared, yesterday I cooked a lot>3

EDIT: Yes, I realized I misspelled a name but I'm not going to correct it, I'll be careful now.

Chapter 6: (🫂💗) PoisonBurger / Little obsession

Summary:

Hioooo I would like to request a 7n7/ 1x4 story
The plot is like this: where 7n7 is still a young university student who likes to hack and 1x is Telamon's apprentice (they are not corrupt). One day he meets the hacker and they was love at first sight on the part of 1x, so they decide to try to be his couple, while 7n7 thinks that they are very sweet but sillies

-Jojo_canoli

Notes:

Ehh I definitely forgot to add the college look and added it to the end, srry :(

Word count: 2185 words or a little more, idk
My longest one-shot <3

Again, I struggle a lot with 1x1x1x1 and their tags (they/him), sorry😞

 

It was as ordinary a day as it could be for an apprentice of a deity who also happened to be an administrator. Definitely the most boring day ever.

 

You might ask what it’s like to be the apprentice of the mighty Telamon; they’d only answer, “Boring and annoying.” Don’t get them wrong—they were deeply grateful to their mentor, Brighteyes, for landing them the chance to learn up close from one of their idols. They loved sparring with Telamon. At first, it was thrilling and tough, but now that they could keep up with the pace, it felt like Telamon was deliberately lowering the difficulty. He justified it with his workload, which led them here.

 

A small shop was on fire, debris blocking all the exits. Fortunately, Telamon arrived just in time, with his apprentice chasing after him. 1x1x1x1 begged to be taken along with the deity. After much pleading, Telamon agreed—just so he could make them clean up the mess.

 

1x1x1x1 was sure the owners and victims of these exploit and hacking attacks were the ones supposed to do the cleaning, not the admins, but here they were, pushing rubble aside to clear the entrance. Telamon left them alone there, hoping they’d learn a “lesson” about not pestering him. Annoyed, they threw a brick into an alley, hearing a pained yelp.

 

They approached hesitantly, sword in one hand, worried about the consequences of their bad temper. Brown hair peeked around the corner, but when they came closer, they only caught a glimpse of a beautiful face before it vanished.

 

For a few seconds they stood frozen, trying to remember any detail. They recalled terrified brown eyes, sharp features, chapped pink lips. But the strangest (and most striking) thing was the hamburger hat the person was wearing. Many people had those features, but something about this one twisted their stomach.

 

They sheathed their sword and scratched the back of their neck, puzzled, but tried not to dwell on it. They were about to return to their task when something shiny caught their eye.

 

It was a small silver ring, set with a tiny emerald. Damn, they weren’t an expert, but they could tell it was valuable just by touching it. They pocketed it, enchanted by the ring. If they found a “Lost” poster, they’d return it. For now, it was theirs.

 

———

 

007n7 was furious; their little heist hadn’t gone as planned. Noli and he expected the admins to ignore a warning about an attack on a small shop, but for some reason, they sent that damned Telamon instead. Nervous, they hid. C00LGUI kept failing at teleporting multiple people, so 007n7 sent Noli far away and waited alone in the alley they’d gotten trapped in.

 

If someone came that way, they’d either have to climb the filthy pipes or hope the panel started working again. He set up a command to go semi-transparent—not as much as he’d like, but it would do. He peeked around the corner, watching everything unfold, making sure no one saw him.

 

The flames died down, clearing the fallen debris. The customers’ screams subsided, but the shop owners’ rage still echoed. That anger only fueled 007n7’s malicious grin—until he wiped it off seconds later.

 

The crowd began to disperse from the chaos. 007n7 watched Telamon ignore the owners’ protests (not a surprise), but noticed a young man trailing behind him.

 

Long platinum hair, just enough to tie into a short, messy ponytail. Pale skin, a short-sleeve military green lycra shirt, and loose joggers hanging low on his hips, showing off a well-toned, long torso. Must be his apprentice—he’d heard the mighty deity had accepted one, but hadn’t cared much at the time.

 

He was pretty handsome, he admitted, but decided to ignore it. He just hoped he wouldn’t become another thorn in his side.

 

Telamon flew off, and 007n7 exhaled the breath he’d been holding. He glanced at C00LGUI, still malfunctioning, so he could only wait. He watched Telamon beat his wings and leave his apprentice to face the furious owners alone. He felt a hint of pity, but quickly brushed it aside.

 

He went back into hiding, fidgeting with a small ring Noli had given him (which, in reality, Noli had stolen). The idiot had made him cry that day: they’d just entered the hacking world, and Noli hit a jewelry store without 007n7. Thankfully, he survived unnoticed. Unfortunately, he ignored 007n7 for nearly three months after. As an apology, he handed over part of the loot, hoping 007n7 would forgive him—which worked, sort of.

 

They still argued over their heists, but they were getting better.

 

007n7 had loved the ring instantly, along with some earrings, but only took the ring, knowing he could hide it under gloves (which he wasn’t wearing today) to keep it safe. Sadly, he lost it during his escape.

 

A chunk of brick bounced in front of him, smashed into his hand, and yanked the ring off without him noticing. He let out a yelp, covered his mouth, and scrambled deeper into the short alley. Nervously, he mashed his panel’s teleport button over and over until the command finally kicked in, but slowly—he needed a distraction.

 

He thought of throwing something, but the only things around were stagnant water and a soggy paper—useless. Hearing footsteps grow closer, he pressed his hands together like a prayer, hoping not to be found. For a split second, he met the apprentice’s eyes directly before everything faded and he landed back in his shared apartment.

 

Minutes later, Noli kicked him. “Get up, I’m starving,” he whined like a child. 007n7 just rolled his eyes and got up. “Learn to cook, man. Someday I won’t be here, and you’ll starve,” he muttered, heading to the kitchen. “That’s not happening, because I’ll make sure you’re always by my side, darling,” Noli teased, starting to wash some dishes. “That sounded gross. Ugh, get away from me,” 007n7 retorted, knowing Noli only acted like this when he was stressed or nervous—it was his coping mechanism, and even if 007n7 disliked it, he let him be.

 

He reached for his ring finger to take off the ring—only to realize it was gone.

 

“Noli, think you can get me another ring?” he asked, chopping vegetables. “Take what you want from the stash; I’m not risking myself over a ring,” Noli replied. 007n7 pouted but dropped the topic, starting dinner sadly, knowing he wouldn’t get that beautiful ring back.

 

He’d have to forget about it someday—or so he hoped.

 

 

---

 

As time passed, 1x1x1x1 could only remember the face that sparked an inexplicable feeling in their chest. They’d never felt this way before, and were too embarrassed to tell Brighteyes, so they kept quiet and tried to distract themselves.

 

They failed spectacularly. That person kept haunting their thoughts, so they decided to find them. They didn’t know how to feel about these emotions but were sure they’d find the person.

 

They insisted Telamon take them along, saying Brighteyes approved and that it was a good way to learn more about administration. This irritated Telamon, but he didn’t argue further. He let the young apprentice face off against some hackers to test their strength and cunning, and to deal with the victims.

 

In every mission and skirmish, 1x1x1x1 hoped they’d run into the person consuming their mind. They wore the ring on their left hand, waiting for someone to recognize it—hoping that someone would be their target.

 

A few days ago, they faced a man wearing a comedy mask who noticed the ring. “Mhm, well, looks like someone found something that doesn’t belong to them,” Noli taunted, slamming 1x1x1x1 to the ground. “Who are you, and why do you have this little jewel?” he demanded, gripping 1x1x1x1’s hand and pushing their sword away.

 

Their eyes locked. 1x1x1x1’s breath left their lungs as Noli’s foot pressed into their chest. “I found it lying around,” they gasped out, breathing heavily once released. “My friend’s been sad about that ring, you know? So here’s my offer,” Noli’s voice was mischievous but playful. “Stop chasing us—you’re nothing but a nuisance.” He circled them, alert to any move. “I’ve watched you for a while; I know you’re looking for someone—I can see it in your eyes, kid.” 1x1x1x1 blushed, realizing they hadn’t hidden their obsession well. “I’ll help you find them if you hand it over,” Noli finished.

 

1x1x1x1 weighed the pros and cons. They’d be in deep trouble if Brighteyes or another admin found out they were cutting deals with hackers—but the feelings gnawed at them. “I think I know who it is. I agree. But I want to see your friend—just once.” Noli raised an eyebrow, curiosity turning to excitement as he realized where this was going. “Fine, but you have to keep your word, kid. I won’t introduce him today, though.” Without another word, he left, just before Telamon landed beside 1x1x1x1.

 

Telamon glared but said nothing. In part, it was his fault for pushing his young apprentice into these situations without more supervision. They left together.

 

 

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Days turned into weeks. 1x1x1x1 grew nervous, waiting for the day the masked man would show up—sooner than expected.

 

While out getting pizza, they stopped in a back alley, spotting the masked man waiting in a corner, eyes locked on them. They approached cautiously, noticing someone hiding behind the masked figure. Their hands grew sweaty; they shoved them into the pockets of their oversized hoodie, trying to hide their nerves—only making Noli laugh.

 

“I see you kept your end of the deal, so as the most honest and kind soul, I introduce my friend,” Noli announced with exaggerated cheer, annoying 007n7, still hiding behind him. “Don’t be shy, Seven—say hi.” Noli shoved 007n7 forward until he stood face-to-face with 1x1x1x1.

 

Their cheeks turned crimson, legs wobbled, but they held their ground. Seven, as the masked man called him, was a bit shorter and slimmer than 1x1x1x1.

 

“What’s with that stupid hat?” a small noob frowned, just like its owner. 1x1x1x1 grinned, cheeks burning hotter. “Right? I’ve told him a thousand times he has no style,” Noli added, throwing an arm around Seven’s shoulders. “Shut up, both of you. You’re just jealous of my style,” 007n7 shot back, pushing Noli away.

 

1x1x1x1 felt a pang of jealousy seeing them so close. “I think you have something that belongs to me,” 007n7 stared straight into their eyes, sending a spark through the apprentice. “Well, I’m sure you didn’t even buy this. I mean, you rob small shops—why wouldn’t you steal this precious thing?” they teased, eager for Seven’s reaction.

 

They sidestepped Seven’s charge effortlessly. Acting on instinct, they grabbed the hacker’s wrist, spinning him around until they were face-to-face. 1x1x1x1 leaned in, their face close to the hacker’s.

 

What were they doing? No idea—but they liked being close, holding and controlling him however they wished. “Let’s make a deal, just you and me—because your friend sucks at deals.” Noli let out an offended noise but stayed back.

 

Seven stared wide-eyed, warmth flooding his cheeks at their closeness. “What kind of deal?” he asked, trying to pull away, but not fighting too hard once trapped in their arms. “Give me your address, and I’ll back off the raids. I’ll try to keep Telamon off your tail, but no promises. In exchange, I’ll give this back.” They held the ring up where both could see.

 

“Fine—but don’t do anything weird, man.” With that, 1x1x1x1 released Seven, took his hand, and slid the ring onto his finger, feeling Seven’s gaze on theirs.

 

“You two are so weird,” Noli remarked from the sidelines, reminding them he was still watching.

 

1x1x1x1 scoffed, handing a pen and paper to 007n7, who rolled his eyes good-naturedly and scribbled the old apartment’s address. He wouldn’t risk angering this apprentice—having an ally among the admins would benefit them greatly.

 

With a final glance, 1x1x1x1 disappeared around the alley corner.

 

“Aww, so romantic—proposing in a filthy, stinking alley, an apprentice of a revered admin proposing marriage to a hacker,” Noli cooed sweetly, then grimaced in disgust. 007n7 just rolled his eyes and vanished, leaving his partner alone in the alley.

 

 

________

 

In the following weeks, things were peaceful for both hackers—no admins nipping at their heels, and they breathed easy.

 

Noli didn’t love the flowers and gifts his friend kept receiving from the apprentice but didn’t complain. Maybe a change of pace wouldn’t be so bad, though he worried the apprentice would drag his friend away from their old goals. He ignored it for now.

 

007n7, meanwhile, wrestled with his feelings. He wasn’t looking for a relationship, but the warm feeling each time he got a gift from 1x1x1x1 made him want more. He fought it, keeping his head busy between his hacking and college work, yet he gave in to the younger man's silly and tender advances —but had no regrets about giving his address once he found himself curled up against the apprentice’s chest.

 

Yeah, he definitely needed to sort this out someday, but for now, he’d stay close to 1x4.

 

Notes:

GOSH LOVED THIS CHAPTER, I will definitely continue with the story because something came to me while I was writing it. Obviously it won't be part of these One-Shots, it will be on my to-do list along with the Chickenburger work.

Maybe I eliminated the specter so I could have a good ending in this one-shot.

ALSO, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE COMMENTS! (*looking at someone in particular*) They encourage me to keep going, I really appreciate it. Don't worry, I get enough rest at night, This work thing would only affect me when writing, because I write in breaks throughout the day,

Thanks again for all the support, I love you all so much <3

EDIT: DUDE, I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW MY NOTES HAD A CHARACTER LIMIT, so I had to split the chapter into two so I could keep writing.

Chapter 7: (🫂/🥀) LuckyHacker+C00lkidd/ Family in process

Summary:

One luckyhacker fluff please!!! And coolkid is here
(Post-forsaken & gender swap 007n7)

Coolkid is curious on why his mom is going out more frequently. So he decides to spy on her and finds out she's dating this Chance guy. Coolkid then attacks Chance out of jealousy (due to the fact 007n7 has been spending less time with coolkid).

The ending is under your control!!!! Unless you would want me to decide ^^ (sorry if I'm too specific 🥀🥀)

—Kitanooo (Guest)

Notes:

Hey! I really enjoyed writing this idea <3
I hope you like it^•^

Fem!007n7, I'm warning you

After the Specter had decided to release them, it felt as if time had stopped while they were trapped in that purgatory. Several survivors kept in touch afterward, going out for drinks and chats. Although some struggled at first, the support they gave each other helped them move forward. A few killers were even there with them—mostly the younger ones who were returned to their respective guardians.

 

C00lkidd had some blurry memories, but now, at 10 years old, they were starting to piece some of it together. 007n7 would always forgive him, but C00lkidd couldn’t stop crying whenever he remembered the sounds of snapping bones, the smell of burning flesh, the screams and blows. Seven had fought against all odds to help his son, being the attentive and present father the boy needed.

 

They stuck together for a long time, 007n7 (well, mostly) overcoming the fear of losing his beloved son again, while C00lkidd continued to battle nightmares and PTSD. Still, they managed to carry on.

 

Now, two years later, C00lkidd noticed something new: his mom seemed… radiant, somehow. She dressed up more often; where she used to wear baggy shirts and worn-out pants, now she wore tighter shirts (not obscene or inappropriate) and loose but presentable trousers. Her short hair was neatly groomed, and she seemed sweeter and more gentle. The boy was glad for her—but also terrified, because she was starting to feel more distant.

 

They were supposed to grab pizza on their way home from school today, but instead, they headed straight to a casino, where he couldn’t even set foot. His mom told him she’d be quick, but half an hour had already passed and she still wasn’t back. C00lkidd put down his handheld console and peered anxiously through the car window at the casino entrance.

 

It was strange—she’d told him many times she’d never set foot in a casino just to get money and quit her (currently 1 out of formerly 3) jobs. His tail twitched with unease and his hands showed his anxiety as his claws dug into the seat.

 

After what felt like hours, 007n7 finally came out, wearing a radiant smile and carrying a bag by her side. But her smile faded when she saw C00lkidd’s expression. She tried to talk to him as she got in the car, but he only answered with silence.

 

Over the next few days, tension hung between 007n7 and C00lkidd. She kept trying to talk to him, but he refused to respond. Her late-afternoon outings turned into nighttime departures, when C00lkidd was supposed to be asleep by 10 PM. More than once, he saw her leave dressed up and come home very late—around 2 or 3 in the morning.

 

It only deepened his anxiety. What was his mom doing alone so late at night? Why did she keep leaving without telling him what was happening? Would she abandon him? Leave him at an orphanage? Or worse, in a box in the rain? Tears welled up in his eyes; he had to fix this.

 

The next morning, he ran to her and hugged her, apologizing for his recent behavior. He tried to help her with everything she did. 007n7 was happy to see C00lkidd breaking out of his shell, but his constant quest for approval and affection unsettled her.

“C00lkidd, sweetie, come here.” She patted the bed beside her.

“What are you hiding, you little rascal? Don’t think I haven’t noticed your attitude these past days.” She gave him a small smile as she cradled him in her lap and arms.

 

C00lkidd blushed at being caught, but he wouldn’t back down from his plan. Once 007n7 started getting ready to leave, he’d hide in the backseat and follow her wherever she went. Then he’d find out what was going on.

 

“I just want to help you,” he said with a single tear, putting on his best innocent face. 007n7’s heart ached and she hugged him tight, deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Oh sweetheart, it’s okay, but remember I’m here if you need anything.” She cuddled him in bed until he drifted off to sleep.

 

He fought the urge to sleep, waiting for her to move so he could start his plan.

 

He felt a gentle kiss on his forehead, then the warmth of her presence faded. He heard the lights click off and the door close. He leapt up immediately. He grabbed a stash of pillows, arranged them under his blankets to make it look like he was still there—he hated to admit it, but this wasn’t his first time doing this.

First step done.

 

He dressed quickly, pulling on a thick black hoodie and his most comfortable sneakers. Then he crept to the kitchen, snatched the car keys, ran outside, and slipped into the car before the locks engaged. Once inside, he hunted for a hiding spot and found a bright pink blanket in the backseat. He wrapped himself in it as best he could, though it was anything but subtle.

 

He waited until he heard the car door open. Good—third step: wait until they reached their destination. It didn’t take long before the car stopped. He listened for the door to close, then carefully cracked open his door and slipped out, praying his mom wouldn’t catch him.

 

It worked—almost too well. But then he realized where he was. A casino? That definitely made him more suspicious. He stepped out quietly. Now he needed a way to get in—there was no way a twelve-and-a-half-year-old could waltz into a casino. He had to think fast.

 

C00lkidd ducked into a side alley, spotting an alternate exit door. With his hood up, he scanned for cameras, feeling like he was in an action movie he’d watched with his mom. He hurled a trash bag at the security camera, grateful for his inhuman strength. Then he used his tail to flick the door’s lock open and slipped inside. But once in, regret crept in—if he got caught, his mom could get in serious trouble. But it was too late to turn back.

 

Pressed to the wall, he scanned the casino floor, careful to stay hidden as he climbed over furniture. Luckily, everyone was too busy betting—and losing—to notice him.

 

After shifting spots a few times, he finally saw her step out onto a balcony, wrapped up in an embrace—by none other than that gambling addict, Chance. Seriously? He’d rather she fall for the soldier or even the pizza guy (though he knew that was impossible).

 

He scowled as he watched Chance pull her closer, his mom smiling at something whispered in her ear.

 

For a while he watched them, the laughter and shared looks tearing him up inside. Would his mom leave him for some gambling addict? Tears welled up, but he fought them back. A headache pounded in his skull, uncomfortable and angry, and he climbed down from his perch. He slipped into a dark corner and cried, his eyes growing heavy.

 

He just wanted all this to be a nightmare—the purgatory, the aftermath, the memories. He just wanted his mom by his side.

 

 

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Chance wasn’t the kind to waste an opportunity—or to shy away from risk. After the Specter freed them all, he’d set his sights on the single mother.

 

Sure, Elliot had told him all about his past with her, but Chance ignored him and bet it all. Now, he had her in his arms and wasn’t about to let her go.

 

There was just one problem: her destructive kid. He understood it was just a child, unaware of what he was doing back in purgatory—but every brick hurled, every burn, every scratch or cut, Chance remembered them all. Still, he was willing to fight past that and support the woman he held close.

 

He rested his head on n7’s shoulder, inhaling the perfume he’d gifted her. There were perks to being n7’s boyfriend—though it hadn’t been easy winning her over. Now he just needed to make peace with C00lkidd.

 

007n7 had assured him it was safe to be around her son, but Chance still worried how the boy would react to him. His relationship with Elliot had ended up normal enough—sometimes the pizza guy got defensive when the kid got rowdy, but no one got hurt. Guest handled it even better; being a father himself, the soldier understood. After several apologies, Guest and C00lkidd had gotten along fine.

 

Chance could always make C00lkidd laugh when his own gun backfired in his face, but he knew taking a bullet or sword strike was a very different pain (personal experience). He feared it could set back the process. But he needed the boy’s approval if he was going to court his (not-so-)single mother properly.

 

007n7 lay comfortably against Chance’s chest, never thinking she’d date again after everything with C00lkidd and her past—least of all someone as charismatic, younger, and addicted to gambling as Chance. But she’d found a warmth she’d missed for so long, a feeling that made her heart race in a way it hadn’t even before C00lkidd. She wanted to stay like this forever.

 

All they needed was for the light of her life to be part of this moment—peaceful, carefree, free from nightmares and fears.

 

Their peace was interrupted by a knock on the door. One of Chance’s guards.

“Give me a moment, darling,” he whispered, planting a kiss on her cheek before slipping away, leaving n7 alone with the guard.

 

The former hacker gazed out the glass at the crowds, the massive bets, the occasional small brawl. Casinos were never her thing, but Chance had to manage his after neglecting it for a while.

 

She heard footsteps behind her and turned to see who it was.

“I brought you a little surprise,” Chance said as he approached with a bundle in his arms. She saw a red tail dangling—and everything clicked.

“Where was he?” she gasped, nearly tripping over her heels as she ran to them.

 

She scooped up C00lkidd in her arms. Despite being twelve and tall for his age, he was still light, no matter how much he ate every three hours. She cradled him easily.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how he got here,” she stammered, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Maybe he got curious. But at least now we know how he slipped in unseen.” Chance shot a sharp look at his guard, who quickly exited the room.

“Come on, you both must be tired. Stay here tonight.” He guided them to the huge sofa, placing a hand on n7’s lower back and pulling a blanket over them.

 

This might be the perfect chance to see the kid’s reaction in the morning. He rummaged in his duffel for comfy clothes—he often spent days here and liked to be comfortable.

“Here, get changed and rest, darling. We’ll worry about this in the morning,” he said, handing her clothes once she’d tucked in the boy.

“Thank you, Chance. Really. You’re always saving me from these situations,” she murmured, kissing him on the lips before heading to the bathroom.

 

Chance sat in a lone chair, watching the boy sleep. He gently wiped dried tears from his cheeks and ran a hand through his hair before leaving them in peace.

 

007n7 and C00lkidd slept soundly, curled together under Chance’s protective gaze. Perhaps it was the start of a new chapter for them both.

 

 

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Chance woke to the glare of a small red devil, who stared daggers at him from where he was curled up on his mother’s chest. They’d definitely have to work together to make 007n7 happy.

 

“Go back to sleep, kiddo—it’s five in the morning.”

 

“Stop staring at us, you damn creep.”

 

Okay, they definitely had their work cut out for them.

Notes:

1800 words or maybe a little more.

Okay, please if you're going to make a request, read the things I won't do, please💔

Thanks for the support, expect a little more work for today <3

Chapter 8: (🔥) PizzaBurger / Check payout

Summary:

Can you do pre coolkidd pizzaburger smut please (bottom 07 heh 👀)

—Hell yeah (Guest)

Notes:

HELLO I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER

Second time doing something like this. Sorry for the poor translation this time. The translator I regularly use didn't accept anything explicit and rejected me 💔

1950 words (I think, idk)

It was cold; his fingers were trembling, and his lips had turned blue. Who could blame him for wanting to find a source of warmth? Certainly, Elliot did.

 

It was just another ordinary January day. Classes would resume in a few days, but 007n7 couldn’t care less. He was still bored, hanging out with his friend Noli, who was whining about the crappy heating in their old dorm.

 

“All right, let’s find a way to warm up,” 007n7 snapped, annoyed by the masked man’s complaints, ignoring his friend’s strange behavior. “Oh, didn’t think you’d be this bold, Sev,” Noli purred, only to get smacked with a hoodie. “Don’t be a freak. You know what I mean.” 007n7 rolled his eyes and flashed a mischievous smile as he pulled out his C00LGUI. Noli grinned at the thought.

 

Normally, they’d find somewhere to blow things up and cause chaos, but 007n7 was craving pizza. They ended up outside Builder Brothers Pizza. He tucked his GUI panel away but kept it ready for any pranks.

 

They approached the counter, where star employee Elliot was working. The blonde had become their favorite target—especially 007n7, who couldn’t resist flirting with his former friend.

 

Elliot had been watching them since they stepped inside, tense and ready to run if they tried anything explosive. His eyes followed them as they closed in on him, knowing he’d have to serve them. Why hadn’t his father blacklisted them, despite his constant pleas?

 

“Hey pizza boy, I want two pies and a soda,” Noli said, leaning on the counter with a grin aimed at Elliot. “Sure, what kind of pizzas?” Elliot forced a polite smile, subtly nudging the fire extinguisher closer with his foot. “Both pepperoni, if it’s not too much trouble, sweetheart,” 007n7 added with what he thought was a charming smile.

 

Both Noli and Elliot rolled their eyes. “Of course. Your order will be ready in a few minutes,” Elliot replied stiffly, eyes never leaving them.

 

The hackers sat at the table closest to the exit, ready to bolt if Elliot or anyone called the admins. They watched each customer, delighting in the nervous glances thrown their way. Their mere presence fed both their egos.

 

Minutes later, Elliot called them to pick up their order. “The fun’s about to start,” 007n7 whispered, striding up to the counter. “Hey, Elliot,” he leaned forward, closing the distance between them. “We forgot our wallet. Think there’s another way we can pay?”

 

Noli glanced at him, surprised. Sure, they teased Elliot, but 007n7 had never gone this far. He prepared his own hidden command panel behind his back, just in case.

 

“Mhm? And what kind of payment are you offering?” Elliot asked coolly, refusing to let the hacker take the upper hand. “I don’t know… maybe something more… physical,” 007n7 purred, leaning in to whisper the last words. He pulled back, eager to see Elliot flinch—but instead he caught a faint smile and something unreadable in Elliot’s eyes.

 

Without a word, Elliot handed him a piece of paper along with the pizzas. 007n7 glanced down to see an address. Well, he hadn’t expected this, but he wasn’t about to refuse. Grabbing the pizzas, he left with Noli.

 

Elliot exhaled shakily, relieved nothing had exploded. Now he needed to prepare for tonight. His heart pounded with nerves and anticipation. He was finally going to settle some scores. Before he could lose himself in thought, the smell of burning bread caught his attention. Perfect.

 

 

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007n7 and Noli appeared on a rooftop near the pizzeria, watching customers flee the smoke. They cracked open a pizza box and started eating.

 

“So, you’re gonna get laid tonight?” Noli asked bluntly. 007n7 nearly choked, face burning red. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he huffed, turning away. “Don’t play dumb, Sev. You know exactly what you did,” Noli shot him a look. “Well, at least I’m getting some instead of staying in and watching crappy porn,” 007n7 rolled his eyes, eager to end the conversation.

 

Yeah, he was nervous, but he wouldn’t back out now. It had been a while since he’d done anything like this. He and Noli had hooked up before, but it had turned awkward and they’d stopped. Then life got busy with college and artifact hunting. So yes, he was going tonight—and he was already getting worked up thinking about it.

 

“Just don’t act weird with him,” Noli muttered, grabbing the other pizza and disappearing. 007n7 lingered, spotting Elliot storming out of the pizzeria, scanning for him. When their eyes met, Elliot flipped him off. 007n7 just smirked and vanished.

 

 

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Elliot waited in his small apartment—a gift from his father. It wasn’t much, but it was his, and he was more focused on what would happen tonight. He replayed the possibilities, all the things he’d do to the hacker.

 

A knock on the window broke his thoughts, and he rushed over. 007n7 let himself in without hesitation, opening the window with his C00LGUI and climbing through. Elliot might’ve been annoyed if he wasn’t so excited.

 

“So, how exactly do you plan to pay? What’s your plan, Seven?” Elliot asked in a low voice, closing the distance with a predator’s grace. “Oh, I’ve got a few ideas… not sure where to start,” 007n7 teased, wrapping his arms around Elliot’s neck, their lips nearly touching. “It’s cold in here,” he complained, before crashing their mouths together in a messy kiss.

 

Elliot grabbed 007n7’s waist hard, slamming him into the wall and drawing a surprised moan. He dove into the hacker’s mouth with his tongue, swallowing every gasp and whimper.

 

They only pulled away when they were both breathless, eyes dark with lust.

 

Elliot yanked off 007n7’s worn hoodie, scooping him up by his thighs and carrying him to the bedroom.

 

He tossed him onto the bed, reaching for the handcuffs on his nightstand. “Where did you get those?” 007n7 panted as Elliot pinned his wrists and cuffed him. “Does it matter? Tonight’s about paying debts. Be a good boy for me, won’t you?” All 007n7 could do was moan.

 

Elliot ripped open his thin shirt, revealing hard nipple piercings. “Someone’s already desperate, huh?” he teased, twisting one harshly, earning a loud cry.

 

He traced kisses down his jaw, leaving wet, hot marks as he moved to his neck and collarbone, biting and sucking. “Please, Elliot,” 007n7 gasped, not even sure what he was begging for.

 

“What do you want? Use that mouth. Why so quiet?” Elliot bit down on a nipple, rolling the piercing with his tongue. His free hand popped open 007n7’s jeans, shoving them and his boxers down, freeing his hard cock. He stroked him slowly, savoring every shiver.

 

007n7 wanted to take control, but with his arms bound, he was helpless—and he loved it.

 

Elliot pulled back just long enough to strip them both. 007n7 stared at Elliot’s muscular chest hungrily, aching to touch him but staying obediently still, eyes devouring him.

 

007n7 was shoved to his knees on the bed, face level with Elliot’s boxers as the blonde freed his thick cock. 007n7 hesitated; he wasn’t small himself, but Elliot was huge.

 

“Do I need to spell it out? I know you can take it,” Elliot growled, pushing 007n7’s face to his cock. 007n7 parted his lips obediently, moaning as he tasted the first drops of precum.

 

Elliot fisted his hair. “Don’t play games. You’re not in control. Enjoy this.” He thrust forward, forcing 007n7 to take more.

 

Tears welled up as Elliot tested his gag reflex with shallow thrusts. Then he started fucking his mouth in earnest, ignoring the choking sounds and tears streaking down 007n7’s face.

 

007n7 drooled and gagged, bound hands clenching as he struggled to keep up. Their eyes met: Elliot’s gaze was dark with pleasure, while 007n7’s was wild with lust, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. Elliot almost came then, but held back, slamming deep into his throat.

 

That was the final straw for 007n7—he came hard, whimpering around Elliot’s cock as he spilled onto the sheets and floor.

 

With a slick pop, Elliot pulled out, a thin string of saliva and cum connecting them before he dragged 007n7 back up.

 

No time to recover—Elliot shoved him face down, ass high in the air. “Tired already? We’re just getting started, Seven.” Elliot slicked his fingers with lube and pushed two deep into his hole, drawing a breathless moan.

 

“Someone got themselves ready,” he teased, finding him already stretched but deliciously tight. Perfect—no need for much prep. After a few minutes, he added a third finger, curling them until he found 007n7’s prostate.

 

007n7 screamed when Elliot hit it, tears streaming again as his cock hardened once more. Elliot kept up the stimulation, determined to break him down.

 

“Listen to you, moaning like a whore on my fingers. How are you going to handle my cock?” Elliot taunted, pulling his fingers free.

 

007n7 whined at the loss, clenching around nothing. “Don’t worry. You’ll get what you deserve.” Elliot dragged a mirror in front of the bed, making 007n7 blink in confusion. “What’s this?” he panted.

 

“You love watching chaos. So why not watch what I do to you?” Without warning, Elliot thrust in deep, burying himself to the hilt.

 

007n7’s head dropped, overwhelmed by the stretch, chest heaving. Elliot grabbed his hair, forcing his gaze up to the mirror so he could see his own tear-streaked, flushed face. Embarrassed, he tried to look away, but Elliot kept him pinned, punctuating it with a hard slap.

 

“Don’t you like what you see? Don’t you love seeing the chaos I made of you?” Elliot pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in hard. “Don’t you love seeing yourself as the slut you are? You asked for this—you accepted it.” He set a slow, punishing rhythm. “Taking it so well. How many others have you let do this? Do you always offer yourself up? If I’d known, I’d have bent you over that filthy alley by the pizzeria, fucked you where everyone could hear.” He smacked him again, gripping his hips.

 

007n7’s face burned at Elliot’s words. Sure, he’d been with others—but no one drove him mad like Elliot. He’d let Elliot take him anywhere, any way. The thought alone made him moan, picturing being taken in the alley, the pizzeria, anywhere Elliot wanted. He watched himself in the mirror, mesmerized by their shared pleasure.

 

His glasses were askew a little, but miraculously stayed on his face, allowing him to see the flush on his face and the tears running down it.

 

“You love that idea, don’t you, you filthy freak?” Elliot snarled, releasing his hair to grab his hips and pound into him mercilessly.

 

The room filled with sharp slaps and desperate moans—mostly 007n7’s. Elliot varied his rhythm, keeping him on the edge, denying his release, savoring his growing desperation.

 

“PLEASE, ELLIOT!” 007n7 screamed, voice raw. “Please what, baby? You want to cum on my cock? Wasn’t once enough?” Elliot paused, buried deep inside him. “Don’t stop! Please, let me cum, I’ve been good, please!” he sobbed.

 

Elliot was close himself. He slammed forward with reckless abandon, the sound of their bodies echoing in the room. He reached around, stroking 007n7’s cock roughly.

 

They came together: Elliot spilling deep inside, filling him completely, while 007n7 shot all over the sheets again.

 

They collapsed, panting. Elliot reached for a nearby bag, pulling out a pink plug and stuffing it inside 007n7 to keep his cum in place. The hacker whimpered but made no move to protest.

 

He fell to the side, curling into Elliot despite the cuffs. Elliot pulled him close, dragging a clean sheet over them as they drifted off.

 

They rested the whole night.

 

Elliot woke alone, finding only a note on the table:

 

“Hey! Thanks for last night. I loved it—maybe we should do it again sometime :)

 

(Doesn’t mean your pizzeria’s safe from me hehe) –Seven”

Notes:

Yes, the translator I used was Google, if it was less fluid and natural I apologize for the poor quality3

If you know a good translator (preferably free) and allow explicit things, I would really appreciate it <3

EDIT: I managed to reach an agreement with my translator for this one-shot , but in reality if I continue looking for another translator for some requests that the current translator will definitely reject😞

Chapter 9: (🔥) 1337n7 / Good boy

Summary:

PRETTY PLEASEEE can you do petplay with 007n7? I just wanna see him be talked down to and treated like an animal hehe… either Elliot or 1337 will be awesome to see in this,,, please involve leashes and collars too… lelelele IM BEGGING YOU PLEASE i neeeed this…

—Snuuy_Fanta

Notes:

Heyy.. Okay, I don't really know if I did it right. I tried to do better, but I barely read any petplays, so... I hope I did well

I also put Guest because he is more authoritarian and REALLY took up more content than 1337n7<3

I hope you like it!

Today had been a quiet day. 007n7 returned to his cabin after facing his son. Fortunately, it was one of those rare days when the Specter gave them extra time to rest, something they deeply appreciated.

 

007n7 decided to slip into something more comfortable for the remainder of the day, heading to his room—only to find a certain soldier sprawled out on his bed.

 

Guest hadn’t joined the last round; the Specter had decided against it, so he waited for the ex-hacker in his cabin. He found everything messy, dusty. Guest wasn’t particularly picky, but sometimes it exhausted him to keep cleaning up and telling the ex-hacker how to take care of himself. So he decided to do something about it.

 

“Hey, 007. How did it go?” he greeted with a smile, not wanting to startle the former exploiter.

 

“Mhm, C00lkidd was quiet today, but no less violent. He chased Elliot for a while,” 007n7 replied, moving toward his closet.

 

It wasn’t the first time he changed in front of the soldier. Although the heavy gaze sometimes made him uncomfortable, he never said anything. Guest was one of the few who actually talked to him, so he chose not to complain about what he did or didn’t do. Despite his low expectations, Guest treated him kindly, offering the comfort he desperately craved.

 

“I imagine you’re tired, Seven. Let me help you,” Guest said softly, guiding the ex-hacker toward the bed as he began undressing him. It wasn’t the first time he treated him like a child, which annoyed him a little, but he shoved that irritation deep down and let himself be taken care of.

 

His sweater came off first, and he felt Guest’s gentle touch—like he was a fragile porcelain doll, something that sometimes terrified the soldier, afraid his brute strength would shatter the single father. Guest could shove, pull, or toss him around as he wished, but he held back. Neither of them knew quite what to make of these confusing feelings.

 

007n7, for his part, wasn’t looking for a relationship. His last one had ended badly, and after C00lkidd, he never had time to find someone else. Even if he could use the help, his own past scared people away, leaving him with few options. No one wanted to deal with the fallout of his pyro son, either. So no—he wasn’t looking for a partner.

 

But in this hell, he didn’t have to worry about bills, his son’s problems, his three jobs, or the exhaustion that still clung to him even in purgatory. Guest was a new light in his life. He wasn’t naive; he knew Guest liked to have control over others, and he was no exception. But he loved giving up the little control he had, loved being cared for by someone stronger and more powerful than himself—even if he’d once been powerful too.

 

Guest, on the other hand, found joy in watching 007n7 break beneath him, seeing how obedient the ex-hacker was, noticing the enthusiasm he showed for following even the simplest orders—like a puppy. Sure, those soft features and wide eyes sometimes blinded him, but he always regained his control. He loved caring for him properly, even if he sometimes hated how the single father let himself be swayed by everyone around him.

 

Guest pulled off 007n7’s shirt, revealing a soft torso—neither thin nor muscular, but perfect for biting. “I’ll grab something from my cabin. Wait here for me, okay?” he said. 007n7 only nodded and watched Guest leave hurriedly.

 

He sighed, lying back on the bed, left alone with his thoughts. Guest was married, but that didn’t matter here, in this purgatory. Maybe it helped them keep their sanity, avoid slipping into madness.

 

He didn’t hear Guest return; his steps were silent for someone as heavy as Guest, and the door didn’t creak when it opened and closed. He didn’t hear the soft clink of metal Guest held in his hands. He didn’t see the bright smile or the dark, eager eyes.

 

Guest stood by the bed, watching 007n7 sprawled out like a starfish, shirtless. He had taken off his stupid pink glasses and hamburger hat, revealing his horns.

He approached, taking advantage of the man’s distracted state, and prepared his little gift. It had been hard to find, buried in the junk the Specter sometimes sent them to “entertain” them between bloody rounds.

 

“Hey, 007, I’ve got a surprise for you,” he called out gently, standing over him.

 

“Can we see it tomorrow? I’m tired now, Guest,” 007n7 murmured, rolling onto his side to turn his back.

 

“Come on, I know you’ll love it. Can you do it for me? Please?” Guest sat on the edge of the small bed, placing a comforting hand on the ex-hacker’s back.

 

007n7 turned and put on his glasses, tired eyes meeting Guest’s before shifting to the “gift.” Well, he definitely wasn’t tired anymore.

 

He stared curiously at the collar Guest held—a leather strap with a metal chain. Where the hell had he gotten that? He had no idea. Was he excited? Absolutely. He loved when Guest explored new things with him; it helped break the monotony of this hell.

 

“Can I?” Guest looked into his eyes, waiting for 007n7 to agree—he always said yes, but Guest’s affectionate side needed that explicit permission before ruining him (though they both liked it). He leaned in, carefully buckling the collar around his neck.

 

007n7 felt the click as it secured. The sensation wasn’t uncomfortable, but he didn’t exactly love it.

 

“Mhm, that’s it, you look so pretty, 007,” Guest whispered in his ear, giving the leash a tug. “You remember the safeword,” he reminded him, planting a final kiss on his lips before sitting back.

 

“Come on, sweetheart, sit up.” 007n7 obeyed, crawling across the bed to kneel before Guest, positioning himself like a dog before its master.

 

“Good boy,” Guest praised, running his fingers through his hair, removing the silly burger hat and tossing it aside. It didn’t matter—it would get lost somehow anyway.

 

“You must be hungry. You’re so helpless you can’t even get your own food,” Guest mocked, unzipping his pants and pulling down his boxers, freeing his thick dick in front of 007n7. “But don’t worry, I’m here to take care of you, little one.”

 

007n7 listened, his own cock straining painfully in his pants, desperate for release. He wanted to touch himself but stayed still, eyes fixed on Guest, awaiting his next order.

 

First of all, Guest took off his glasses, putting them aside so they wouldn't get dirty or broken.

 

“Open your mouth. Time to eat.” Guest commanded, gently guiding 007n7’s head toward his dick. The ex-hacker followed eagerly, desperate to please his… Master. He pressed his tongue to the tip, tasting the salty-sweet pre-cum, swirling it eagerly as Guest’s dick twitched against his lips. He let it slip inside, stretching his jaw around the thick shaft, breathing hard through his nose.

 

Guest groaned lowly, hips giving a small thrust. He wanted to slam balls-deep instantly but restrained himself, letting 007n7 get used to the girth. The ex-hacker whimpered around the dick, saliva dripping messily down his chin.

 

“Good boy,” Guest praised, burying his dick deep into his mouth, watching him gag but not pull away. “That’s it, champ. I knew you could take it,” he murmured, tugging the leash to pull him closer.

 

007n7 looked up with tear-streaked cheeks, eyes red but hungry for more. Guest gave him a moment to breathe, the sound of wet gasps filling the room.

 

“Please, Guest,” he pleaded, though the words were muffled.

 

“Please what? Can’t speak? Does a dick in your mouth make your brain stop working?” Guest taunted, grabbing his hair and yanking it back along with the leash. The position grew uncomfortable, but the contact of his bare chest against Guest’s clothed thighs made him shudder in needy pleasure.

 

“I-I…” he gasped as the tip of Guest’s boot pressed against the bulge straining in his pants. “Please, Master. Fuck me, I’ve been good,” he whimpered. The boot pushed harder into his erection.

 

“Maybe you have, but you’re not in a position to beg now, sweetheart,” Guest replied coldly.

 

007n7 opened his mouth to continue pleading, but his words were cut off as Guest shoved his dick back into his mouth, setting a brutal pace—fucking his throat hard and deep.

 

Wet, choked moans spilled from 007n7 as his throat was pounded. His hands grabbed for Guest’s thighs, but they were slapped away sharply. “If you want to come, you’ll have to hump like the bitch you are,” Guest growled, voice low and dangerous, sending electric heat straight to 007n7’s pulsing cock.

 

007n7 obeyed, rutting his hips desperately against Guest’s boot, smearing precum into his pants. “So needy, poor thing,” Guest mocked, forcing his head down until his nose buried in Guest’s pubes, letting him choke.

 

They stayed like that until Guest needed more. He yanked him off his dick and pulled him up, only to shove him facedown on the mattress. 007n7 moaned with relief as his pants and boxers were stripped off, his aching cock finally freed, red and leaking.

 

“Come on, sweetheart, you know how I like it,” Guest commanded. 007n7 nodded weakly, positioning himself on all fours, back arched, ass presented, head down submissively.

 

Two thick fingers breached him, stretching him open fast, eliciting strangled moans. Guest added a third, fucking them into him rapidly until 007n7’s legs trembled. Pre dripped steadily from his cock onto the sheets, his prostate teased mercilessly.

 

Guest pulled his fingers free, lining up his thick dick. 007n7 let out a ragged scream as Guest slammed in with a single, brutal thrust, splitting him open deeper than he’d been all night.

 

They both moaned, the sound echoing. Guest’s balls slapped against 007n7’s ass with each punishing thrust, the bed creaking beneath them. 007n7 felt his orgasm building dangerously fast, every deep thrust crushing his prostate, each brush of Guest’s dick pushing him to the edge.

 

Guest gripped his cock, stroking it fast, making 007n7 sob. His body tensed, back arching tighter, until he exploded with a hoarse scream, cum splattering the sheets beneath him.

 

“Mmm, look at you, taking my dick like a bitch in heat,” Guest growled, more harder, the leash pulled taut to use as a handle. “Say who owns you.”

 

“YOU! YOU’RE MY MASTER, GUEST! ONLY YOU!” 007n7 cried, body convulsing through his orgasm.

 

Guest roared, slamming deep one last time as he emptied himself inside 007n7, keeping him pinned down.

 

They collapsed together, breathing ragged. Guest carefully unbuckled the collar and set it aside, burying his face in 007n7’s neck, inhaling his scent.

 

With one arm, he pulled him close until they were spooning. “You did so well, Seven,” he murmured, kissing his neck softly. “Mhm, I liked that… can we do it again?” 007n7 asked shyly. “Anytime you want, sweetheart,” Guest whispered, squeezing him tight. “I’d do anything for you.”

 

007n7 sighed contentedly, melting into the warmth Guest offered, wishing they could stay like this forever—being praised and cherished.

 

Guest often mused how he wished he’d met him sooner, so they could have raised C00lkidd together and changed everything. But 007n7 knew it wasn’t real; if Guest could choose, he’d go back to his wife and daughter. He was allowed that. It hurt, but he accepted it.

 

For now, trapped here, he’d savor the soldier’s company, his touch, his embrace. He’d chase this fleeting light, even knowing it might not last. He knew it was wrong, but it hardly mattered.

 

Now curled up together, nothing else did—just the warmth and affection they shared.

 

 

 

____

 

I love finding people/cosplayers like this. (THE QUALITY 😭)

Notes:

Well, if you notice a change in the writing style it's because it depends on my mood, although sometimes I change style overnight without explanation TOT

I didn't update much today because I was playing Roblox as I showed you hehe.
I don't recommend the event unless you like riddles, I really didn't like the free UGC, but as a good hunter I try to complete the crappy Roblox events3

Chapter 10: 🫂🥀 ChickenBurger / Us and destiny.

Summary:

I've been itching for... Possessive Shedletsky for some reason. No blood! Just jealousy!...If you allow it. SMUT ANGST!

Place taken before and after in the forsaken world (If u understand idk how to explain it), basically Telamon used to chase young 007n7 before, what went as a simple hunting blossomed into love as Telamon craved someone to love. He was jealous of Noli of course, because 007n7 adores Noli more than Telamon. Telamon grew desperate for 007n7's attention, eventually cornered the hacker in his own SFOTH realm, and they talked their feelings out cause apparently 007n7 ADORES Telamon as well, they smutted.

Then came the Angst, because in the forsaken world, 007n7 lose his memories other than his prime years before, not remembering he had a son, Noli, or his love for Telamon due... to his canon death (Again if ya get what i mean.) So now as Shedletsky, he went stalking mode, always protective towards 007n7 even everyone notices it, even the killers as well. He either stand behind towering the hacker, often being silly cocooning 007n7 with his wings

And uhm... idk, i guess i leave the ending to you...

YOU CAN CHANGE SOME PARTS IF U WANT! If it makes u uncomfortable!

—Val (Guest)

Notes:

I need to improve with the titles.

Uh, yeah, I may have delayed submitting your requests a bit, but I'll do them! I was so caught up in the Roblox event that I forgot about it.

I hope I understood what you meant, I changed some things and added others. It was difficult to write since in the middle of everything other ideas came to me, so some parts may be come detailed and others not, sorry.

I hope you like it! It's two parts.

Ever since he found out that a certain hacker was causing trouble for Builderman, Telamon felt a flicker of interest in the mysterious figure. Bored, he decided to look into it and put an end to the annoying pest.

 

He waited a few days — as luck would have it, just when the administrator decided to hunt the hacker down, the latter went on vacation. “He's afraid of her of the mighty Telamon,” he thought, as he banished a filthy thief and extortionist to the banlands.

 

He watched the criminal fade away in front of him, when suddenly an explosion rang out nearby. Almost immediately, a notification popped up before his eyes: Builderman was requesting that he stop two hackers who were lurking dangerously close. Irritated that he’d have to keep working,

 

he beat his wings and took off, scanning for the source of the explosion. It didn’t take him long; thick black smoke and frantic screams gave it away. He sped up, approaching quietly — or at least, as quietly as a massive winged deity could manage.

 

---

 

007n7 never thought he’d end up a hacker, but after his first attack, he got addicted to the thrill of almost getting caught, the music of screams and sobs, the sight of people fleeing his masterpieces — it all made him ridiculously happy.

 

Now, along with his hacking partner Noli, they were having a blast at their favorite spot: Builder Brothers Pizza. It always amused him to see Elliot’s furious glare before he’d grab the fire extinguisher and douse the flames.

 

Their fun was interrupted by a sudden, almost heavenly music. Trumpets sounded, and the sun seemed to shine warmer — not scorching, just comfortably bright. The terrified screams fell silent, replaced by cries of joy. That was their cue.

 

Grabbing Noli’s arm, they prepared to escape. 007n7 readied his C00LGUI to teleport them far away. Unfortunately, today the device decided to malfunction, teleporting only one of them. Fortunately, Noli was the one who got whisked to safety. Now, 007n7 just had to hide until he could fix — or reboot — his C00LGUI.

 

He ducked into a familiar alleyway, ready to bolt at a moment’s notice, but for now, he’d lay low. He’d never faced Telamon before, and stories about the deity’s punishments made him nervous — but he wasn’t about to let himself get caught so easily.

 

He heard footsteps enter the alley, instantly putting him on high alert. No one usually found him here; being discovered so quickly rattled him. The footsteps stopped just a meter away — Telamon knew exactly where he was, and he didn’t like it. This cat-and-mouse game always made him uneasy.

 

“Hmm, what do we have here?” 007n7 reluctantly stepped out of his hiding spot, keeping a safe distance. “And what mortal has the honor of standing before the great Telamon?” the imposing figure said, wings spread wide and chest puffed out.

 

What a smug bird, 007n7 thought, glaring back, keeping his panel hidden behind him. His tail flicked side to side, betraying his nerves. “I’m 007–” Before he could finish, the massive bird interrupted. “007n7, yes. Builderman told me all about you.”

 

“I hope only good things.” Telamon just stared at him silently. For some reason, his instincts screamed not to harm the small mortal in front of him. “Yes, but tell me, mortal — what’s your plan to escape? Climb that filthy wall? Throw trash at me? Or maybe use that little toy you’re hiding?” Well, maybe 007n7 needed to come up with better escape plans — assuming he lived to try them.

 

He tensed up when he felt a hand press against his lower back, pulling him toward the deity. “What the hell!” he gasped as he was shoved against the grimy, damp wall. Gross, he thought, trying to push away the strong body pinning him.

 

The closeness made both of them feel something unexpected. 007n7 grew nervous at how quickly he’d become vulnerable — he hadn’t even blinked before he found himself trapped in a kind of cage formed by the deity’s large, beautiful wings. He squirmed in the unyielding hold.

 

“You should be grateful there isn’t a sword pressing against your throat,” Telamon growled. He didn’t know why he was behaving like this, but he didn’t really care either — having the hacker trapped between his wings felt good, like it was his purpose to keep the young man close and protected.

 

Telamon leaned in, gripping the hacker’s jaw and forcing him to look up. He studied every detail of the mortal’s face. Why do I feel like this? Before he could say anything, he saw a small smirk flicker across the hacker’s lips — just before 007n7 vanished into thin air. Fine, they could keep playing this game a little longer.

 

---

 

007n7 reappeared near the old apartment building he rented with Noli.

 

As soon as he stepped inside, he was tackled by Noli, who’d been waiting. “SEVEN! YOU’RE BACK!” he shouted, shaking his friend. “Seriously, you need to fix your C00LGUI. I warned you!” he scolded, hugging him tightly afterward.

 

“You’re so dramatic, Noli,” 007n7 muttered, letting himself be hugged. “Damn it, we really need better escape plans, Noli,” he added, stripping off his now-filthy, foul-smelling hoodie. “Telamon is fast.”

 

Noli raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain. “I’m not giving you every detail — just know he found me quick and ‘knocked me around’ a bit.” Noli pretended to believe the half-lie, curious why his friend was keeping things from him.

 

“Well, while you were busy getting knocked around by the mighty Telamon, I went and grabbed pizza. It’s in the microwave,” Noli said, patting his shoulder as he headed for his bedroom, leaving 007n7 alone with his thoughts.

 

The whole encounter with Telamon had been… strange. From what he’d heard, Telamon was ruthless with hackers like him and Noli, handing out beatings and punishments without a second thought. Yet the only “damage” he took was getting pushed into a wall — aside from that, the deity had treated him with a confusing mix of restraint and… something like tenderness. Weird.

 

He didn’t dwell on it long, though — a shiver ran down his spine as he remembered how easily Telamon had manhandled him. He just hoped he wouldn’t run into that bird again. Mulling over new escape ideas, he grabbed a slice of pizza.

 

---

 

From that day on, no matter where he was or what he was doing, 007n7 couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Whether at university or blowing things up, he always felt eyes on him — and it unnerved him, though he kept it to himself.

 

Noli noticed his friend’s paranoid glances but chose not to push. If 007n7 wanted to talk, he would. Instead, he did his best to cheer him up — taking him to his favorite hangouts or surprising him with little gifts from Noli’s own heists. None of it had any hidden agenda; he just wanted to distract and lift his friend’s spirits.

 

Still, both of them grew increasingly annoyed with the certain winged deity who seemed to be tailing them constantly. “It’s like he’s always right behind us — we can’t even have five minutes of fun anymore,” Noli complained, flopping onto the couch. This sparked suspicions in 007n7, but he brushed them off.

 

Every time they went out for mischief, things got worse, especially for 007n7. His C00LGUI kept glitching, often teleporting only Noli away — leaving 007n7 alone to face either Telamon’s wings or his sword pressed threateningly against a wall. Yet there were never any real injuries: a few scratches or bruises from being shoved around, but Telamon never hit him directly or banished him to the banlands.

 

Eventually, they decided to lay low and quit hacking for a while, hoping the annoying bird — or the other admins — would stop hunting them down.

 

---

 

Telamon found it oddly coincidental that he kept running into the same two hackers. At first it annoyed him, especially as their escape methods improved. It made them think they had the upper hand — and maybe they did, though he’d never admit it.

 

The more he exchanged words with 007n7 (few and mostly insults), the more Telamon realized he was starting to crave their contact. He didn’t know why his ‘animal’ instincts insisted on not harming the young male — but he didn’t really mind the idea of finally having a companion, if he was reading the signs right.

 

Without overthinking it, he resolved to start courting his future mate, determined to attract and win him over. His upper wings fluttered excitedly just imagining it.

 

---

 

One random morning, the two friends were passed out on their battered loveseat. After pulling an all-nighter for last-minute projects, they didn’t have the energy to drag themselves to bed, so they’d fallen asleep cuddled together on the couch — a choice they both regretted when they woke up sore and creaky.

 

A constant ringing at the doorbell woke them, leaving them dazed. They rarely ordered anything, and no one knew their exact address, so it felt weird and suspicious. 007n7 grabbed a broom and approached the door cautiously.

 

They didn’t have a peephole, which made it even riskier. When he opened the door, he found himself staring at a massive bouquet of roses. “007n7?” the delivery man (he assumed) asked from behind the flowers, trying to confirm the recipient. “Uh—he’s not here, but I’m his brother, 007e7,” he lied quickly.

 

“Alright, whatever. The package is for your brother — sign here,” the man said, handing him a tablet. As he signed, 007n7 thought: Did they make a mistake? Who the hell would send him flowers? And his favorites. What the fuck.

 

“Here you go. I’ll make sure my brother gets the flowers.” Without another word, he slammed the door shut and walked off. He set the flowers on the table, acutely aware of Noli’s eyes boring into his back.

 

“Well, well, looks like you’ve got yourself an admirer, Seven. I told you it wouldn’t take long for someone to fall for your charms,” Noli teased, half-joking and half-flirting, earning only a cold silence.

 

“Look, there’s a note.” 007n7 hadn’t even noticed Noli sneaking up behind him, let alone the slip of paper.

 

“ ‘Dear 007n7…’ ” Noli began reading aloud, sidestepping quickly when he saw Seven lunge for the note. “ ‘You’re truly lucky—you’ve made me fall at your feet.’ See? I told you,” he chuckled. “ ‘So it’s my pleasure to let you know I’ll have a surprise for you soon, and you’ll be right there to receive it.’ Oh boy, this person didn’t even bother asking if you’re interested, or wait for an answer,” Noli added with a grimace. “Yeah, you don’t have my permission to date whoever this is—they’re definitely bad news.”

 

“Shut up, Noli!” Seven snapped, cheeks burning with embarrassment as Noli burst into laughter. Grabbing one of the flowers, he hurled it at his friend’s face—flicking just enough power into the lightweight bloom to make it sting when it landed. “It’s not funny. I don’t like this,” he grumbled, tossing the rest of the flowers aside, determined to drop the whole subject.

 

He hoped it wouldn’t happen again. But every morning at exactly 9:00 a.m., a delivery person appeared with new gifts and letters. Seven tried to hide the notes so Noli wouldn’t make him die of embarrassment all over again, but he couldn’t stop him from inspecting the gifts. The few presents Seven actually liked, he kept hidden away.

 

As the weeks passed, Seven found himself waiting at his door right on time, accepting the packages with a mix of nervousness and excitement. He’d never felt like this before—his heart racing each time he read a new letter, breathing in the scent of white orchids mixed with red camellias. It was an odd routine, but he couldn’t bring himself to complain, tending to every flower carefully.

 

He had a few guesses about who might be behind it all, but it felt ridiculous to even entertain the possibility that it could be Telamon. Still, the thought lingered, though he tried not to let himself get his hopes up.

 

---

 

Today, Noli and Seven decided they needed to blow off some steam. The cold had finally settled over the city, so they set their sights on one target: Elliot’s pizzeria.

They hadn’t expected the pizzeria to be closed that day, forcing them to think of somewhere else to go. Noli was freezing, so he hugged 007n7 from behind, pressing his cold face into his friend’s neck. “Noli, don’t be weird right now — you can handle a bit of cold,” 007n7 grumbled, trying to pry the masked man off.

 

But Noli knew exactly what he was doing. He’d felt someone watching them closely, so he decided to play around. He slipped his icy hands under 007n7’s shirt, earning a sharp yelp and an elbow to his ribs. “NOLI! Cut it out, haha!” 007n7 laughed as he finally managed to pull away — only to stumble straight into something solid.

 

He felt arms tighten around his waist, eyes snapping open in shock to find himself caged by powerful wings. Oh, what a surprise.

 

The last thing he heard was his friend’s scream before something — or rather, someone — lifted him off the ground. The air around him grew warmer, the cold, dark alley suddenly becoming bright and alive.

 

He was in Sfoth, Telamon’s realm. The place was empty except for the sounds of sword clashes echoing in the distance and the whistling wind. There was no one else — just him and Telamon.

 

Strong arms wrapped around him tenderly, warmth flooding his body and chasing away the chill. His demon tail betrayed just how comfortable he felt, something that quickly caught the deity’s attention.

 

“So? What are we doing here?” 007n7 asked nervously as Telamon finally let go, stepping back to break their contact. “Are you alright?” Telamon ignored his question. “Of course I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?”

 

Telamon just stared at him for a moment before sitting cross-legged on the ground, wings unfurling around him. “You’ve had the honor of being chosen by Telamon as his future mate — and yet you go and fool around with another man,” he said, annoyed.

 

“Excuse me? I didn’t even know you were the one sending those gifts and letters,” 007n7 shot back, face burning at Telamon’s sudden confession. Was he dead and just didn’t know it?

 

Cautiously, he approached the deity, anxious about how he’d react. Sitting down in front of him, he pulled his legs up to his chest, his tail creeping closer to Telamon — a sign of one of his deepest vulnerabilities, hoping to show his trust.

 

“You’re lucky that I, the great Telamon, am a merciful being,” the deity muttered, leaning in until they were nose-to-nose. “And that I forgive you.” He grabbed 007n7’s arm, pulling him into his lap and cradling him there comfortably.

 

“Yeah, well, I don’t know how relationships work among birds, but we usually at least ask if we want to be… more than friends,” he whispered the last part, resting his head against the deity’s chest.

 

“Silly little mortal. Everything has its process.” Telamon’s wings closed around them both like a soft cradle. “It’s not even mating season yet, so you still have time to finish winning Telamon’s heart.” 007n7 just rolled his eyes.

 

Sure, the letters had helped him develop feelings for the sender, but he was still processing the fact that Telamon had been behind every gift and note. He wasn’t sure he wanted a relationship with a deity and administrator — it would throw all his and Noli’s plans into chaos. But he wanted to give Telamon a chance, to let him into his heart, even if he was afraid of what might happen.

 

“I haven’t even told you if I’m interested,” he muttered, snuggling deeper into the deity’s embrace. Damn it, he already wanted to fall asleep right there on the giant bird.

 

“I don’t need you to say it — it’s in your eyes, and your tail,” Telamon teased, stroking the appendage and pulling a soft gasp from 007n7. “They tell me everything I need to know.”

 

“And what do they say?” he asked quietly, staring deeply into the powerful being’s eyes, baring his soul.

 

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Telamon whispered, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

 

“Liar,” he huffed, burrowing back into the warmth.

 

Maybe it meant they really were destined to be together.

 

---

 

For a long time, the two were happy — though things were tough at first. 007n7 fought with Noli over his relationship with someone who worked for the very people hunting them down. About how he was throwing away years of planning, progress, and their shared dreams — all for love.

 

“Come on, Seven! We’ve been planning this for years! You can’t just toss our promises and everything we built for a stupid bird!” Noli shouted. They stared at each other, both crying as the inevitability of their separation sank in.

 

“Noli, please, understand — I never wanted this to happen, but I couldn’t stop it. Please, let’s think this through,” 007n7 pleaded, trying to move closer, but Noli pulled away furiously.

 

“I never should’ve let this happen. He only sees you as his mate, someone to give him children, someone to keep his bed warm whenever he wants.” The words hurt, but 007n7 forced himself to ignore them.

 

“Please, Noli…” he sobbed, collapsing. Noli paused, considering his friend’s desperate words, but they both realized the damage was done.

 

“Please, tell me what to do, 007n7 — because I’m not following you this time,” Noli said, dropping to his knees. He knew it would be the last time they’d be together like this.

 

“Take the Void Star, Noli. If you want to move on without me, chase the plans we made. But if you do, don’t ever look for me again — because I won’t be with you this time.” Those were his final words before he stood and walked away.

 

It burned like hell to leave the person who had changed for him, who had supported him unconditionally. This betrayal would always leave a heavy guilt in his heart.

 

Telamon waited outside in the rain, listening to their shouts with a pang of pity and guilt. But now, he could only take the former hacker into his arms and comfort him.

 

That night, everything changed.

 

---

 

They adopted a baby they found on 007n7’s doorstep. Soft-hearted, he took the child in immediately. Telamon wasn’t thrilled — he’d wanted his own offspring — but seeing his fiancée’s joy, he couldn’t bring himself to refuse. Despite their struggles, they managed to move forward.

 

007n7 eventually fell for Shedletsky, who was more outgoing and charismatic than Telamon — but he loved both of them. It was strange, switching from seeing Telamon one day to Shedletsky the next, but he cherished them both.

 

Until everything fell apart.

 

Shedletsky — as he liked to call him — vanished after a deadly fight with something powerful, Builderman later explained. Builderman appeared out of nowhere in their shattered home, memories of their life buried in the rubble.

 

With only C00lkidd and Builderman’s final instructions, he managed to settle in a small residence.

 

Three years after his husband’s death, C00lkidd disappeared too. Was this divine punishment? For his past sins? Maybe he deserved it, but the thought of both his rays of hope buried six feet underground was unbearable.

 

With a gun under his chin, he could only think of all the people he’d terrorized, the loved ones he’d pushed away, the ones he failed to protect. He blamed himself for it all — but there was nothing left to regret.

 

With a final, shuddering breath, he pulled the trigger, whispering an apology to whoever might find him.

 

---

 

When he awoke, everything was a blur. Why were wings wrapped around him? What was that red stain rushing toward him? Nothing made sense.

 

He remembered fragments of what he assumed was his past, but it was all fuzzy. The last clear memory was the gun under his chin, the deafening shot ringing in his ears. Why had he done that?

 

He wept uncontrollably, lying in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. Where was he? Shouldn’t he be dead?

 

When he finally calmed down, he stepped outside — and was instantly transported elsewhere. A panel appeared before him:

 

“Killer this round: Jason.”

 

Killer? Was this some kind of purgatory? Hell? Or… the banlands? He dismissed the last option; there weren’t many people around, and he remembered someone (who? why couldn’t he remember?) saying that in the banlands, you floated alone in a void to reflect on your sins — and depending on your sentence, you’d either return to the world or fade into nothingness, always in agony.

 

So: purgatory or hell. He decided it was hell — he wasn’t worthy of the afterlife. He deserved to pay for his sins.

 

In the distance, he spotted someone and approached cautiously. It was a sharply dressed man in a suit and fedora, gun in hand — and it made him want to turn and run. But before he could, the man grabbed him.

 

“Hey! I’m Chance. I bet you're new” he said, pulling 007n7 by the arm and forcing him to run. He glanced back to see someone with a machete chasing them. “Shit, luck’s not on my side,” Chance muttered.

 

They found other people, including someone he recognized — Elliot, only older. Minutes passed as Elliot explained the situation, telling him what to do. He also described the abilities he’d gained; unfortunately, 007n7 discovered he could only summon a horrifying clone of himself and teleport away. Great — he could only really help himself, though the clones could act as shields for others.

 

The shift in his mindset surprised him. He knew his old self would’ve been selfish, thinking only of himself or Noli, but now he felt a deep urge to protect others — a confusing mix of guilt, betrayal, and strange, softer emotions.

 

Suddenly, his world went black. The next instant, he was sitting at a table surrounded by strangers.

 

Elliot grabbed him, pulling him away from the table as he noticed 007n7’s dazed expression. “Alright, tell me how much you remember, 007,” he demanded. 007n7 frowned at the question but answered honestly. He watched as Elliot looked like he wanted to slam his head against the counter — only to be interrupted by the door swinging open.

 

And there he was: a tall, broad-shouldered man who froze in the doorway upon seeing him. Heat rushed to 007n7’s cheeks as he met the man’s gaze, tears springing to both their eyes — though one of them wore an expression of utter confusion.

Notes:

Yeah, okay. I'll do a sequel because it's Angst/Smut.

I WILL ALSO MAKE THIS IDEA IN A WORK LIKE THE OTHER TWO THAT I HAVE PENDING
Obviously this one doesn't have as much priority as the other 2, but I'll do it.

I also wanted to thank you again for all the support you've given me <3💗

I couldn't help but add a little bit of Fluff, because I'll be more sensitive over the next few days, so every angst I make makes me cry. Maybe I didn't add much, but it's something :D

Yes, I may have added my headcanons too—although I do that in every one-shot— and part of my AU, I couldn't help but add the Noli and 007n7 situation omahahs.

A brief explanation.
—007n7 was 21 years old when he met Telamon/Shedletsky, So I would have been 26-27 when Shedletsky 'died'.
—They adopted C00lkidd when he was 24, so C00lkidd and Shedletsky didn't have as close a family relationship as 007n7 and C00lkidd.
—Noli and 007n7 have a complicated relationship, but not a romantic one, even though it may seem that way, perhaps somewhat platonic, but they are not in love and at no time were they lovers.

I COULDN'T AVOID THE VOID STAR THING HAHAHAHA (😭)

I also want to add that there is slight mpreg, but it is not mentioned, so don't try to search for it much. In the work I will dedicate to it I will explain this better!

GexGexGex in the next chapter👅

Chapter 11: 🔥🫂🥀 ChickenBurger / Us and destiny (Second part)

Notes:

Second part yeiii

Gex now, Angst first hehe

The first moments were awkward. 007n7 couldn’t remember who this man was, who rushed forward to envelop him in a fierce hug seconds later — but he didn’t protest. The contact felt good, even if he was still bewildered by the giant bird hybrid’s affection.

 

For a while, he kept his distance from Shedletsky, uncomfortable with the unfamiliar feelings swirling inside him. Others noticed; some ignored it, while most felt awkward about Shedletsky’s insistent efforts, though they helped keep things from getting out of hand.

 

007n7 eventually realized his memories had been tampered with by the specter that had trapped them there, filling him with disgust and helplessness. He hated not being able to remember.

 

Shedletsky was devastated to learn what had happened. He thought the man he loved was ignoring him, wanting nothing to do with him — but the truth was worse: the man he adored had been turned into one of the specter’s favorite playthings, suffering while the entity reveled in their pain. All he wanted was to hold his hacker again, like he used to before… 'he died'.

 

Over the next few weeks, Shedletsky was patient, giving 007n7 the space he needed to process everything. It was an agonizing wait, but finally, 007n7 took the first step, approaching the birdman (as everyone here called him). Shedletsky didn’t like being called that, but progress was progress, so he endured it.

 

Little by little, 007n7 learned to trust him again, even going so far as to hug him after a rough round.

 

During the rounds, Shedletsky always stayed close, eyes sharp for any threats, protecting him from the killers—especially the tall, skeletal red one who would scream “Dad!” every time he caught sight of him. The whole situation was bizarre; 007n7 could only watch the supposed child—deformed by the entity trapping them here—with a mix of pity and confusion, wondering why he couldn’t remember him, wanting to hold him close until flames engulfed his body and he blacked out from the pain.

 

Shedletsky waited in the main cabin, watching these interactions between 007n7 and his supposed son, C00lkidd.

 

Shedletsky held him tightly as he cried, tormented by his inability to remember. “Why can’t I remember you? Why can’t I remember anyone but Noli—and he seems to hate me now,” 007n7 sobbed into Shedletsky’s chest, who cradled and soothed him until he fell asleep.

 

Everyone noticed the intimate closeness between the two men, curious about the story behind it. No one had ever heard of Admin Shedletsky being attached to someone, much less a former hacker.

 

Only Builderman and Matt—better known as Dusekkar—knew about their past relationship. Guest didn’t pay it much mind; he was just glad to see something good happening in this hellhole. Shedletsky couldn’t care less about the others’ opinions, but 007n7 still fought that urge to please everyone, as if he owed the world something.

 

Shedletsky adored caring for his lover, though jealousy sometimes burned when he saw 007n7 confiding in Elliot. He knew there was a complicated history between them—he’d helped them reconcile before the end came—but it still stung.

 

Mhm, he needed to think of something to win him over completely. Unfortunately, there weren’t many pleasant things to offer in this place. So he waited…and waited.

 

Then the specter, perhaps hearing Shedletsky’s silent pleas, delivered a packet of flower seeds: camellias, one of 007n7’s favorite flowers from what he remembered. They used to plant them together in a greenhouse in another life.

 

He wasn’t sure if they’d grow here in this cold, gloomy realm—but it was worth a try.

 

Amazingly (or perhaps not), they bloomed in just a few days, buds ready to open in a matter of hours. Shedletsky acted fast, planning a romantic surprise with Builderman and Elliot’s help.

 

During the final round, he swooped in and scooped up 007n7, trapping him in a cage of wings just like the day they first met. Looking down, he caught the blush on his lover’s face, wanting to preserve that look forever.

 

“007, would you do me the honor of joining me for dinner?” he asked nervously, afraid he might ruin all the progress they’d made.

 

“Of course, Shed,” 007n7 purred, cuddling up to him. There was no more reason to resist the care and affection offered so freely, so he accepted without hesitation. He giggled softly when he felt Shedletsky’s wings quiver with excitement—adorable.

 

After the match ended, Shedletsky stood behind him, fluffing his wings protectively around his lover, shielding him from the stares.

 

Noob and Guest smiled at how cute they looked, walking like a pair of penguins. Elliot and Builderman rolled their eyes but also smiled, along with Chance and Two Time, who stayed indifferent. Taph flared his wings a bit, giving them a thumbs up before cuddling up to Dusekkar.

 

Shedletsky led him to the docks, a spot he knew 007n7 loved. Everything was set; he released the ex-hacker to see the setup.

 

007n7’s heart warmed at how hard Shedletsky tried to win him over. Confusing feelings bubbled up inside him, but they felt right, like they belonged.

 

His heart raced as Shedletsky offered him a bouquet of flowers. Were they even alive here? He didn’t dare ask, not wanting to ruin the moment.

 

“Thank you for everything, Shed,” 007n7 murmured, hugging him tight—so tight it almost hurt—before pulling back and encouraging him to eat.

 

From that night on, their relationship only grew stronger.

 

Shedletsky hovered around him like a devoted guard, refusing to let him out of his sight. “Dude, you look like a tick—let him go,” Elliot scolded, swatting Shedletsky’s head. But the birdman just shook his head, pulling 007n7 closer, wings curling protectively around him.

 

“Please, Shed, I just want to play for a bit,” 007n7 pleaded softly, and after a moment’s hesitation, Shedletsky let him go. Though it clearly pained him to see 007n7 around others, he always made sure to include himself, never letting him stray far.

 

 

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The moments Shedletsky cherished most were what passed for night here. He’d scoop 007n7 up in his arms and carry him to their room. At first, 007n7 would flush crimson and squirm to escape his “kind fate”—and it was unbearably cute.

 

Sometimes 007n7 would help preen his wings, a routine that became comforting over time. Curling up together became their nightly ritual: Shedletsky would pull him against his chest, wings wrapped around them like a cocoon, chasing nightmares away.

 

Tonight, 007n7 wanted more—he wanted to play. He began running his fingers through Shedletsky’s feathers, teasing certain spots, discovering which parts made the birdman shudder, sending delightful shivers down his spine.

 

Shedletsky knew exactly what his lover was doing, but he let it happen—if this was what his burger-hatted man wanted, then so be it.

 

The gentle touches sent waves of pleasure through him, drawing soft moans from his throat. 007n7 watched with fascination as the mighty admin unraveled under his hands, excitement building with every needy sound.

 

Suddenly, strong hands gripped his wrist, pushing him onto the mattress. A heavy weight settled over him—tonight, things would take a different turn.

 

“Do you want this?” Shedletsky asked, voice husky, lips brushing his neck.

 

“Please, Shed,” 007n7 gasped, trembling at the heat of his breath.

 

Shedletsky began undressing him, mouth leaving wet kisses and dark hickeys along his neck and collarbone, his hands tracing every curve of 007n7’s chest.

 

“Shed~ more, please…” he whimpered, aching for his touch. “Shhh… you’ll feel good soon. Let me take care of you.” Shedletsky claimed his lips in a kiss that started soft—testing, remembering—before growing deeper, hotter, like they were trying to memorize each other all over again. Even with shattered memories, the familiarity of these lips felt right, as if he’d kissed them countless times before.

 

Soon, everything turned frantic. Hands roamed desperately, tearing at clothes, chasing the warmth and connection they both craved. Naked bodies pressed together, every brush of skin sparking more desire.

 

Shedletsky took his time preparing him, slipping one slick finger inside, moving it slowly to ease him open. 007n7 squirmed when the second finger joined, promising him something that would soon have him screaming.

 

And he kept that promise. When Shedletsky’s fingers brushed his prostate, 007n7 arched with a ragged cry, clenching the sheets, pushing back greedily for more.

 

“Someone’s eager,” Shedletsky teased, marveling at the tears of pleasure glistening in his lover’s eyes as he added a third finger. Each whimper, each gasp sent blood rushing to his dick, already aching to claim him.

 

Finally, he pulled his fingers free and positioned himself between his legs. Grabbing his thick, dripping dick, he eased in slowly, kissing away every tear that spilled down 007n7’s cheeks.

 

He paused, buried deep, letting him adjust to the stretch. Once 007n7 nodded shakily, he began thrusting—slow, controlled, savoring every second.

 

“If you don’t stop holding back, I’ll flip you over and ride your dick myself,” 007n7 panted, voice raw with lust.

 

The words ignited something feral in Shedletsky. “I’d love to see you bounce on my dick, but not tonight,” he growled, hiking his lover’s thighs over his shoulders, giving him even more leverage.

 

He slammed into him hard, fast, each stroke hitting his prostate dead-on. 007n7’s cries filled the room, echoing off the wooden walls.

 

Shedletsky leaned down, biting and sucking bruises into his neck, leaving them uncovered so everyone would know who he belonged to. “God, you feel so good, baby,” he rasped in his ear, licking the sensitive lobe.

 

“Shedletsky! Mo-more, please,” 007n7 begged, eyes rolling back as pleasure consumed him.

 

“Greedy little thing, not satisfied until you’re stuffed and leaking with my cum—but don’t worry, I’ll make sure you feel it for days,” Shedletsky snarled, voice low and dangerous.

 

He flipped them, pulling 007n7 into his lap, impaling him fully. He set a brutal rhythm, each thrust slamming deep, driving them both to the brink.

 

“I’m going to fill you up, make sure everyone knows you’re mine,” he growled, hands gripping his hips, pounding into him.

 

“Yes! Please, Shed, breed me, fill me with your cum!” 007n7 screamed, words dissolving into broken moans.

 

The heat of the room grew thick with their mingled cries. Shedletsky rammed him harder, deeper, until 007n7 shattered, coming hard between their bodies, body convulsing in ecstasy.

 

“I’m close too, just a little more,” Shedletsky grunted, rutting deep, chasing his own release. “Fuck—you’re perfect—made for my dick.”

 

With a final, savage thrust, he came inside, flooding him with hot cum. He bit down on 007n7’s neck, marking him in the throes of orgasm. 007n7 whimpered at the sting but didn’t pull away.

 

Shedletsky licked the bite tenderly, peppering soft kisses in apology. They lay tangled together, catching their breath.

 

He cleaned 007n7 carefully, each touch gentle and practiced—like he’d done this a hundred times before.

 

Minutes later, they collapsed side by side, Shedletsky’s wings curling protectively around his lover. For the first time in forever, 007n7 felt like he was home.

He wags his tail in recognition, finally accepting his feelings for each other.

Notes:

I hope you liked it :3

EDIT: OMAGOSH I forgot that 007n7 has a tail and horns, so I'm editing it, It won't be mentioned much because I'm very lazy right now.

Chapter 12: 🫂 ChickenBurger - Sick

Summary:

007n7 and Telamon fluff pls💞💞💞

• pre forsaken
• 7n7 is really sick but he can't go out and get medicine because
1. He's on house arrest, 2. He doesn't have money
•this really sucks because if he isn't feeling well he can't take care of c00lkid either💔💔💔
•Telamon gets sent to 7n7's house because Idk to check on him, make sure he isn't up to something
•finds him like that, laughs at him, guilty conscience hits and decides to take care of him
•also helps with taking care of c00lkid 💞

Also sorry if this sounds a bit nit picky but can u not refer 2 Telamon as the administrator cuz every time I read it it always makes me think about the administrator from tf2 so then I'd be visualizing a 7n7 x administrator sick fic💔
(Its really silly ik)

—thewalkingradish

Notes:

Umm maybe not so Fluff, I did my best! I promise

I hope you like it!

Telamon was a “kind” man, or so he claimed—though Builderman often reminded him he was just a hothead (thanks to his constant brawls with hackers and exploiters) and a slacker for always dodging paperwork.

 

“That’s what you mortals do,” he muttered grumpily as they sat him down in front of a pile of forms. “You’re dull and bothersome, Builderman, but as the mighty deity that I am, I shall assist you in this mundane task… even if it kills me.”

 

Builderman merely rolled his eyes and returned to his office. He started reviewing the files for house arrest cases, which had been few lately, so he figured he’d wrap them up before tackling something heavier.

 

Some of the reports involved folks trying to sneak out or play tricks on their assigned officers—not exactly shocking. But one case stood out: 007n7, the (former) hacker who detonated a rocket inside a small family-owned café.

 

Despite being a grown man in his 30s, the stunt had been childish and reckless. Builderman suspected it had been the man’s red-haired son behind it, but 007n7 had taken the blame—shielding the boy and owning up to everything. The authorities didn’t question it further, relying on his checkered past to draw their conclusions.

 

Anyone would expect him to be trouble—sneaking out, harassing the officers—but Builderman glanced over the activity log to confirm.

 

→ Activity Log: Last 24 hours

24h ago – Bathroom

24h ago – Kitchen

22h ago – Living Room

⚠️ 17h ago – Outside on the sidewalk for 20 minutes. Officers reported he was waiting for his son's school bus.

17h ago – Kitchen

14h ago – Bathroom

13h ago – Bedroom

 

→ No further movement. Click here to see earlier data.

 

Builderman had a gut feeling—one he knew better than to ignore. But he couldn’t leave now. He’d just have to let 007n7 stay in his room a little longer.

 

Three hours passed. Still no activity. If he were taking care of his son, he should’ve been up at least five hours ago—two at minimum to feed the kid. It was now 11 a.m. and no signs of movement.

 

Builderman sighed and turned to the only “available” person. “Shedletsky, you’ve got a job,” he called out, scanning for the man—only to find the office empty. Groaning, he pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

 

Just then, the elevator dinged. Telamon stepped out, casual and smug as always.

 

“Heard you were looking for me. How may the mighty Telamon be of service?” he said with a dramatic flourish, staying just far enough away to avoid the brunt of Builderman’s glare.

 

“I need you to check on someone.” Builderman handed him a file—basic details on 007n7. “He’s under house arrest. Just… check in. See what he’s doing.”

 

Telamon’s feathers puffed slightly in anticipation. He hadn’t seen the ex-hacker since their old battles—back before the man had retired for his kid.

 

“Ah, a noble quest for Telamon. But what do I get in return?” he grinned slyly.

 

Builderman could feel himself aging by the second. “A day off. Unpaid,” he mumbled, knowing full well this ridiculous deity had enough money to live comfortably without lifting a finger.

 

Without another word, Telamon opened a nearby window and flew off toward his destination.

 

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007n7 woke to the sound of his son crying beside him. He bolted upright, only to be hit with a sharp pain in his head. Gritting his teeth, he turned to look at the boy.

 

“What time is it?” he croaked, throat dry and sore.

 

The child glanced at the nearby clock. “Eleven,” C00lkidd replied, calming slightly now that his dad was finally awake. He hadn’t found anything to eat that morning, and not knowing what to do, the fear had overwhelmed him.

 

007n7’s heart sank. Light filtered through the window, and now that he was conscious, he felt like death warmed over. Still, he forced himself to sit on the edge of the bed and pulled his son gently into his lap.

 

“Shhh, Daddy’s okay, just a little tired, sweetheart,” he whispered, hugging the boy close. They stayed that way for a while—until C00lkidd’s stomach growled loudly.

 

The guilt hit like a freight train. He’d passed out from a simple fever, leaving his kid hungry and scared. What kind of father was he?

 

He stood slowly, carrying C00lkidd to the kitchen. Just lifting the boy drained him, but he didn’t want to scare him any more. He set him on a stool by the island and began fumbling through cabinets, blinking against the blur in his vision.

 

C00lkidd watched anxiously, noticing his dad nearly stumble into a counter. Then—a loud knock on the door startled him.

 

His father's words echoed in his mind: “Never open the door to strangers.” But... Dad needs help, he reasoned.

 

With shaky determination, he opened the door.

 

The first thing he saw was a dark cloak. Then he looked up—way up—at a towering figure, face hidden beneath a hood inscribed with glowing runes.

 

“Well hey there, kiddo. You’ve been staring at Telamon quite a bit,” the deity said with forced warmth. He was never good with children.

 

“You and your dad have the honor of being visited by the mighty Telamon.”

 

C00lkidd didn’t reply immediately, awed by the figure. He remembered his dad and this man speaking once, a long time ago. Now, up close, he felt... safer.

 

Another thud came from inside.

 

“Sir Telamon! Please, help my dad!” C00lkidd cried, grabbing the deity’s cloak and tugging him inside.

 

Telamon blinked at the tiny redhead’s insistence, but followed after hearing another crash.

 

He took in the scene cautiously, eyes scanning the small kitchen. There—007n7 was barely standing, braced against the counter. Telamon rushed forward just as the man collapsed, catching him and gently lowering him to the floor.

 

The ex-hacker was burning up. Telamon frowned, pressing a hand to his forehead. “Kid, get me a cloth. Cold water.”

 

He lifted 007n7 and laid him on a nearby couch. Fantastic. Now he had a passed-out dad and a teary kid to deal with.

 

C00lkidd came running with the cloth. He watched as Telamon pressed it to his father’s sweaty forehead.

 

“Hey, kid—”

 

“My name’s C00lkidd,” the boy interrupted, frowning up at him.

 

Telamon blinked at the sass, but then remembered who raised this little one. 007n7—the notorious hacker who once terrorized half of Robloxia—was now unconscious on a ragged couch because he couldn’t handle a fever.

 

C00lkidd didn’t understand the smirk forming on Telamon’s face, but it annoyed him.

 

Telamon picked up on the boy’s glare and quickly turned serious. “Where are the meds?”

 

“There aren’t any. Dad hasn’t been able to buy much since he’s been… on break.”

 

Break, huh? “Right. Got it,” Telamon murmured, letting him have that illusion. A quiet tension filled the room, broken only by another growl from the boy’s stomach.

 

“When’s the last time you ate?” Telamon asked, already rummaging through empty shelves.

 

“Last night, sir Telamon…” the boy admitted, cheeks pink with shame.

 

Telamon sighed. No cereal, no snacks, nothing. “What have you two been eating lately?”

 

C00lkidd hesitated. “Dad pays my school and then I have lunch with my aunt. At night, we eat together—sometimes meat with veggies…” he trailed off. Recently, though, even that had become rare.

 

“Last night we had chicken and rice, but… it’s all gone now.” His voice grew quieter. His dad had barely eaten.

 

Telamon felt something unfamiliar stir in his chest. He opened a comm panel and messaged Builderman, deciding to take matters into his own hands. “We’re getting fried chicken. Then I’m dragging your dad to a doctor.”

 

He handed the kid a bland packet of crackers, which C00lkidd quickly rejected. “Dad says junk food’s bad in the morning…”

 

Still, he handed over the car keys, and ran off to check on his father.  

 

He found 007n7 awake, sitting on the edge of the couch, staring at the floor with a dazed expression.

 

“Dad! You’re up!” C00lkidd cried, hurrying to hug him. The man hugged back, a bit weakly.

 

“One of your friends came to visit,” the boy added brightly.Friend? 007n7 blinked. He didn’t have friends, just a handful of acquaintances—and none of them even knew where he lived. Definitely not today.

 

As if on cue, Telamon stepped into the room holding a glass of water, wearing his usual mix of mild annoyance and reluctant concern. Builderman had ordered him to look after the man—not because he cared, of course. Just… to make sure the kid stayed safe.

 

Telamon wasn’t thrilled. He, the mighty Telamon, being turned into a babysitter for a tired single dad and his bright-eyed little redhead? The indignity.

 

Normally, he’d scoop C00lkidd up by the collar and dump him straight into the system without hesitation… but the way 007n7 looked at his son—with a quiet gratitude, like the boy was his anchor—made Telamon pause.

 

He handed the glass to the worn-out man, who accepted it nervously, eyes flicking between him and his son.

 

Why is Telamon here? 007n7 hadn't done anything that would trigger a visit. Unless... they still didn’t trust him?

 

He sighed and leaned back into the couch, brushing his fingers through his son’s hair. “Sorry for the trouble, Telamon. You can leave now.”

 

“Don’t be an idiot,” Telamon grunted, still annoyed.

 

The father and son both flinched slightly at the sharpness in his tone. 007n7 looked up, a flicker of fear in his eyes. He signaled silently to his son, as if to say It’s okay.

 

“Telamon, I mean it. We don’t want to be a burden,” he insisted. “We won’t say anything to Builderman—just go.”

 

But Telamon ignored him completely, gently nudging him toward the old car. C00lkidd followed quietly behind them.

 

“Telamon… please,” 007n7 whispered, his voice strained. “I—I can’t afford a doctor. I don’t even have enough for a basic check-up right now…”

 

It wasn’t easy to admit, but the deity didn’t flinch or mock him for it. Instead, he simply gestured for him to get in the passenger seat.

 

Tired and defeated, 007n7 climbed in.

 

C00lkidd slipped into the back, watching the adults nervously. Telamon met the boy’s eyes in the rearview mirror, his expression unreadable but not unkind.

 

He was far too large for the cramped, aging car, so he hunched forward awkwardly. C00lkidd leaned against the window, restless. 007n7 looked completely out of it.

 

Silence settled in.

 

“Don’t worry about the money,” Telamon finally said, eyes on the road. “Builderman’s paying.”

 

As revenge, Telamon planned to take 007n7 to a private clinic—no cheap corners—and load their pantry until it overflowed. If he had to be involved, he’d do it properly.

 

They soon pulled into a clean, quiet neighborhood. 007n7 shifted uncomfortably—he hated how this felt. Like he was taking advantage.

 

Telamon got out and opened the passenger door. “C00lkidd, come here,” 007n7 called softly, reaching out to hold his son’s tail with his own, keeping him close. He didn’t want the boy wandering while he was still too weak to chase after him.

 

Telamon noticed the gesture curiously. He didn’t recall 007n7 having a tail like that back in the day. But it was… kind of sweet.

 

They were greeted by a nurse who eyed them curiously but didn’t ask questions. “This way, sir,” she said, leading them to a spacious room.

 

At Telamon’s glance, C00lkidd obediently took a seat in the corner.

 

The visit was brief—007n7 was prescribed medication and ordered to rest, but the doctor hadn’t held back his concerns about his neglected health. The man had bitten his tongue, resisting the urge to explain about the three jobs he worked just to keep himself and his son afloat.

 

He didn’t want pity. He just wanted to get better—for his kid.

 

Afterward, C00lkidd lit up with excitement, chatting nonstop about school, his two best friends—BluuDud and PrettyPrincess—and how PrettyPrincess wanted them to attend a tea party today.

 

“She wanted me to wear sparkles and everything…” he mumbled, a little disappointed. Not that he liked tea parties—but he liked spending time with kids who didn’t judge him.

 

Telamon listened quietly as 007n7 tried to cheer him up, nudging him away from his insecurities. “Yeah, those two sound way cooler than the rest,” he encouraged, smiling faintly.

 

“Yup! They’re cool because they don’t care if someone’s ‘different.’ They just think powers are awesome!” C00lkidd beamed.

 

“You know what cool people do?” Telamon said, finally breaking the mood with a smirk. “They go get fried chicken.”

 

“Yes! I’m starving!” C00lkidd cheered, his smile growing wide. It had been a long time since they’d had something greasy and delicious.

 

007n7 grimaced slightly but didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to kill the mood.

 

Telamon drove to the store first. He kept an eye on both of them—007n7 was already dozing off from the meds. That was one down.

 

C00lkidd refused to go inside, insisting on staying behind to “guard” his dad. Telamon didn’t argue. He didn’t like the idea of leaving them alone—but from what he knew, the boy had never touched the steering wheel.

 

Inside, Telamon bought everything they’d need—and then some. Enough to last a while, enough so 007n7 wouldn’t need to worry about food while recovering. He didn’t hold back.

 

Not surprisingly, Builderman’s card was charged to the max.

 

And for reasons he didn’t want to explore, Telamon actually wanted to help. Maybe it was the soft way 007n7 looked at his kid. Maybe it was how quiet and well-behaved C00lkidd was despite everything.

 

Still, he hated being seen. Especially like this. He wasn’t used to people looking at him in the grocery store. When he was cleaning up Robloxia, the stares were filled with awe and fear. Now… he just looked like some guy buying canned soup.

 

He sighed, adding a pre-made sandwich for C00lkidd—15 hours without food wasn’t okay.

 

Just as he reached the checkout, his comm screen lit up.

 

“Hope you’re enjoying being the provider husband.”

 

Telamon stared at the message, deadpan. Husband? Builderman was hilarious.

 

Before he could type a reply, the cashier interrupted nervously.

 

“Um… excuse me, Mr. Telamon? Your card was declined…”

 

Telamon didn’t even blink. Very funny, Builderman. He pulled out cash instead, dropped the change on the counter, and left.

 

The things I do for a single dad…

 

Back at the car, he found them both fast asleep.

 

007n7 had reclined his seat and pulled C00lkidd onto his chest. The kid curled up like he belonged there—safe and warm. It was… kind of adorable.

 

Telamon loaded the groceries, buckled their seatbelts, and grabbed a forgotten blanket from the backseat, tucking it around them both.

 

He didn’t need a fine for cramming two passengers into the front.

 

As he drove off toward the chicken place, two things dawned on him:

 

1. He might be starting to feel a bit of affection for this weird little family.

 

 

2. They both snored like champions—especially together.

 

 

 

He glanced at them once more. His feathers puffed slightly.

 

…Maybe this wasn’t such a bad day after all.

 

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007n7 was feeling better—not enough to go back to his usual activities, but enough to stop complaining about the headache.

 

He felt his cheeks burn in shame when he woke up drooling on his own shoulder, his son snoring softly on top of him. And then came the pantry… and the food Telamon had brought them. Was he really that pathetic? So useless he had to make a deity feel sorry for him just to get a proper meal? His face flushed deeper with the thought.

 

Telamon watched him in silence, placing a hand on his forehead as if checking if his fever was back. “Let’s go inside so you can rest. I’ll feed C00lkidd. I don’t want to hear any objections.”

 

With that, the deity grabbed the bags and followed closely behind 007n7, just in case he fainted again with the kid in his arms.

 

Thankfully, 007n7 managed to unlock the door with minimal effort. He gently stirred C00lkidd awake while Telamon made his way to the kitchen and began unpacking the groceries.

 

Still unsure about all of this, 007n7 quietly put some things away. But the image of his son’s smile was enough to silence any doubts. “I bought you some broth,” Telamon said, already helping himself to some fried chicken. “Should help your throat and protein levels—doctor’s orders.”

 

007n7 hummed in response to the not-so-subtle order, pulling out a few plates. He served a small portion of chicken and some vegetables from the soup for C00lkidd, and then poured himself a bowl of broth, microwaving it a little longer to heat it up properly.

 

From where he stood, he watched Telamon and his son at the table—already in a competition over who could devour their food the fastest. He couldn’t help the twitch of worry that crossed his face. What if C00lkidd choked on a bone?

 

He sat down, warm soup in hand, and simply observed with quiet fondness. Who would’ve thought he’d live to see a deity—someone he once fought—and his own little ray of light battling it out over chicken?

 

The broth soothed his aching throat, even as Telamon eyed him subtly.

 

It was a peaceful moment—until the nausea hit.

 

He mumbled an apology, stumbling to the bathroom with Telamon close behind. The deity had noticed his paleness, and when he saw the kid about to follow too, he raised a hand. “Stay here. Finish your food.”

 

C00lkidd obeyed with a pout, but Telamon kept walking until he heard it—the unmistakable sound of vomiting.

 

He wrinkled his nose at the smell, but pushed into the bathroom anyway. He kneeled beside 007n7, gently rubbing circles on his back, grounding him with quiet, steady presence.

 

007n7 felt like he was dying. Not just from the fever, but from the humiliation. He couldn’t even take care of himself, much less his son. And now he had to be pitied by a literal god?

 

Tears streamed down his face as the retching stopped. He rinsed his mouth, disgusted with himself. What kind of father was he?

 

“I’m sorry, Telamon,” he choked out between soft sobs. “Sorry you had to see me like this.”

 

“Shhh, don’t worry about it,” Telamon replied, voice unusually gentle. “You should see Builderman when someone walks by in neon green—he practically throws up in his pants.”

 

Was he joking? Probably not. Still, it earned a weak chuckle from 007n7, who leaned into Telamon’s warmth, eyes heavy with exhaustion.

 

Telamon adjusted his hold, letting the man slump against him. He waited until he completely passed out before lifting him with ease.

 

“C00lkidd,” he called, stepping into the hallway. “Where’s your dad’s room?”

 

The boy led him down the short hallway and pushed the door open. Telamon gently laid 007n7 on the bed, brushing away a few sweaty strands from his face. It was just past 2 p.m.—still a couple of hours until the next dose of medicine.

 

C00lkidd went back to watching TV, assuming Telamon would leave the room too—but he didn’t.

 

The deity stayed, sitting at the edge of the bed and watching the man sleep, drool and all. “Poor, pathetic thing,” he muttered affectionately, grabbing a damp cloth to place on 007n7’s forehead. His fever seemed to be subsiding, at least a little.

 

An hour passed. Telamon didn’t move, still keeping a silent vigil. He wasn’t sure how or when, but the man had grown… softer. Not just physically, but emotionally. Weaker in the way only a parent could be—burning himself out for someone else.

 

C00lkidd, despite his quirks, was a bright, kind soul. Telamon had seen how society rejected the boy, perhaps for his appearance, his powers, or simply for being different. Maybe that’s why 007n7 clung to him so fiercely. Maybe that’s what made him change.

 

Telamon pulled the blanket higher over 007n7 and made a move to leave—until a weak tug on his robe stopped him.

 

“Please… don’t go,” 007n7 murmured.

 

Telamon paused. He could’ve dismissed it as drug-induced mumbling, but instead, he sat back down and brushed a hand through the man’s damp hair. He needed a proper shower—he’d force him into one later. For now, he let him sleep, lulled by soft snoring.

 

Maybe he would stay for a few more days.

 

---

 

The following days passed peacefully.

 

It was oddly endearing, how C00lkidd followed him around like a baby duckling. 007n7 had mostly recovered, no longer needing a nurse, but neither he nor Telamon said anything. They just… let it be.

 

The comfortable routine only broke when Builderman arrived early one morning, clearly annoyed after Telamon ignored his calls all week. 007n7 greeted him nervously and invited him in, whispering silent prayers that Telamon would wake up.

 

“Sorry for dropping by unannounced,” Builderman said. “But I think you’ve got someone here.”

 

“Uh, yeah... I think I know who you mean.” 007n7’s palms were sweating, and a headache crept up his neck. Thankfully, salvation arrived in the form of a very sleepy deity shuffling into the kitchen.

 

“Telamon honors your humble breakfast table,” he muttered, eyes narrowing at Builderman. “And graces the presence of an exhausted man and a grumpy administrator.”

 

Builderman sighed in relief—007n7 looked healthy, even lively, though he still couldn’t believe Telamon had stayed longer than five hours. It had been a whole week.

 

Telamon, as if reading his mind, looked away. Builderman sighed again and accepted a plate of pancakes and bacon. 007n7 gave a small smile, already preparing more food for C00lkidd, slicing fruit for a more balanced breakfast than the usual fried chicken Telamon kept bringing.

 

He heard Telamon and Builderman whispering behind him but didn’t care. It wasn’t his business.

 

Then, like every morning now, C00lkidd padded into the kitchen in his red shark pajamas, still half-asleep.

 

007n7 smiled, turning off the stove and scooping him up. “Morning, sweetheart. We’ve got company—say hi.”

 

He set the boy down at the table, where Builderman waved kindly. C00lkidd yawned and lazily waved back.

 

Telamon, ever impatient, cleared his throat. “This house has questionable priorities.”

 

“You’re lucky you got extra bacon and an egg,” 007n7 teased, handing over his breakfast.

 

He sat down with his coffee, quietly watching the scene unfold. Maybe things weren’t perfect, but at least he hadn’t been separated from his little light.

 

He smiled behind his mug as Telamon and C00lkidd once again began their usual food-duel. No chaos—just warmth.

 

Unfortunately, that peace didn’t last. After breakfast, Builderman approached him.

 

“Sorry for any chaos Telamon may have caused… and also, your house arrest is officially over.”

 

Great. Back to work.

 

The brightness left his face for a moment, something both Builderman and Telamon noticed—but neither said a word.

 

007n7 and C00lkidd waved them off at the door. “Don’t forget about me, Telamon!” the kid shouted.

 

‘What a strange child,’ Telamon thought with a smirk.

 

---

 

Extra fluff time (because it's never enough) :0

 

A few more days passed.

 

Thanks to Telamon, 007n7 had enough supplies to get through the end of the month without worry. But he couldn’t shake the sense of debt—not financially, but emotionally.

 

A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. He turned off the stove and went to answer.

 

To his surprise, it was Telamon.

 

“Well, to what do I owe the honor this time?” he asked, stepping aside.

 

“Maybe a certain little someone called me, hoping for the blessing of my presence,” Telamon lied. Truthfully, he just missed the food.

 

007n7 didn’t question it. He didn’t care anymore. The deity’s presence had become oddly comforting. Somehow, he’d grown attached—though he’d never admit it.

 

His heart warmed as he watched his son chatting with Telamon, more animated than usual. “DAD! DID YOU HEAR? I’M GONNA GET A COOL SWORD!”

 

“What?! No! Telamon, you’re not putting a sword in my son’s hands!” He said something scared, but he was sure Telamon would take care of his son now that he recognized him as someone 'cool' like he told his son.

 

The deity’s hood tilted back just enough to reveal a glint of mischief and affection. “Oh, come on. You’re not exactly cool yourself, 007n7.”

 

That earned him a soft laugh. 007n7 picked up his son and hugged him tightly, returning Telamon’s smile.

 

Maybe… maybe he could trust someone else with his heart.

Notes:

YES, I MAY LEAVE THIS WORK A BIT ABANDONED hehe, It wasn't on purpose, I got sick this weekend and maybe I got a little carried away with 007n7, sorry, not sorry.

Well, sleeping for more than 15 hours in one day wasn't a pleasure... but I took advantage of it to continue with other projects!As an excuse, I brought you something a little long, I hope to update in a few hours or tomorrow

IF THERE IS ANY INCONSISTENCY IN THE STORY I APOLOGIZE! I really was fainting and my head was killing me, but I didn't get care like 007n7 :(
hehe I had nothing to do anyway, I was just worried about feeding my Kitty :p I feel better now if you ask me.

Yeiii 300+ kudos I'm so happy, thanks for the support again <3 I'll start working on the other reqs ToT

I forgot to mention it, but Builderman allowed 007n7 to be released from house arrest, so while he was with Telamon he was free, but he didn't know it hehe

LILY STOP! I also have something against that stupid laugh hehe(😭)

Chapter 13: 🔥 OutCastPizza / Confusing relationship

Summary:

Heyyy can i PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEE have a threesome with elliot and two time and 007n7( mainly 007n7 focused) bottom 007n7 with pussy and two time (AMAB) and Elliot (smut..) and they both impregnate 007n7 apolocheese for this…😔

—Heyhey222

Notes:

Hey! I really tried to do something better, I hope you like it! I don't know if I managed to get the focus on 007n7, but I couldn't leave the other two aside :p

*Hehe*

 

The rounds were calm throughout the day; the killers didn’t seem bloodthirsty and even looked like zombies, according to Noob. Of course, they caught everyone off guard when suddenly John Doe decided to attack them savagely.

 

Guest and Noob were the first to die, followed by Chance and Taph a few minutes later. John seemed more temperamental than usual, which made the others nervous.

 

John chased Elliot for a while until he caught him. Elliot prayed his death would be less painful like Taph’s or Guest’s. He closed his eyes as John Doe aimed his arm at him, but before a claw could pierce him, he was pushed aside.

 

He blinked as someone lifted him up and pulled him to run. He didn’t stop but looked back, watching 007n7’s body slammed against a wall, a huge wound crossing his torso. He would never get used to seeing his comrades die.

 

They pushed him behind a wall, hiding him from John Doe’s murderous gaze. Elliot managed to see 007n7 start healing him. Huh? What he saw was a stupid clone. They stayed silent, with not much to say.

 

A noise startled them, warning that someone was approaching. 007n7 prepared his C00LGUI to clone himself and buy them some time to escape, but TwoTime appeared, hiding one hand over his bloody torso. The other men didn’t relax at their presence, but the tension eased a bit.

 

It was no surprise to anyone that 007n7 and TwoTime were the group’s outcasts. Though they preferred being with TwoTime over 007n7 (not by their own choice), the bodybuilder’s behavior sometimes unnerved them, with that maniacal smile and his cult-like devotion to Spawn.

 

Still, 007n7 never rejected the other’s company, even if it made him a little uncomfortable. It wasn’t bad company after all; the cultist gave them a certain comfort he hadn’t felt before...

 

007n7 finished bandaging Elliot’s wounds in silence, handing him a first aid kit just in case. Elliot didn’t leave, recognizing that where they were was a good place to take refuge—especially now with two sentinels down.

 

“Oh, thank Spawn for giving us this shelter,” TwoTime said gratefully as 007n7 tended to his wounds. “I’m thankful for your knowledge of bandages, 007. May the great Spawn help you through this hell.” The ex-hacker said nothing, only giving a small crooked smile.

 

Elliot watched their interaction, something growing inside him. He noticed how 007n7 carefully ran his fingers over TwoTime’s wounds, how he gently caressed him while applying disinfectant, trying to soothe him.

 

Why didn’t he do that with him? Yes, 007n7 was careful and tried not to increase the pain, but the gentle touches and smiles hadn’t come his way. Of course, 007n7 and Elliot had their past, but in this hell, anyone would go crazy from the lack of contact. Hell, even Elliot felt a bit needy sometimes. Maybe that’s why he felt a little jealous seeing the cultist and ex-hacker share a strange affection between them.

 

He kept watching them, trying to remain unnoticed, but TwoTime stared at him when he tried to adjust his position. That stupid smile returned as TwoTime moved closer to 007n7, placing one healthy arm on the ex-hacker’s shoulder, bringing his face near 007n7’s ear. He whispered something, but Elliot couldn’t hear it; he only saw 007n7 blush slightly and his hands start to tremble.

 

“What?” Elliot tensed again, caught in the other’s gaze, who pointed downward. Elliot followed TwoTime’s gaze, noticing the cultist’s tent in his pants.

 

Elliot wasn’t stupid and did the math.

 

Oh, well, it caught him a little off guard.

 

He blushed furiously, looking away when he understood why 007n7 was more affectionate with TwoTime. Although Elliot didn’t fully like 007n7, he didn’t hate him either. Could he even ask the single father for a favor? Why was he thinking of asking for that kind of favors? He was going crazy.

 

None of the three noticed how time was running out until they heard the ticking marking the last ten seconds.

 

With a final glance, 007n7 looked at Elliot, tapping the floor with his tail, showing a certain excitement that sparked something in Elliot. An invitation? Damn.

 

They were transported to the main cabin, marking the end of the day’s rounds. Some were already resting around or inside their cabins. Others gave a thumbs up or congratulations for winning the round, and a few were finishing off leftover pizza slices.

 

Elliot glanced out of the corner of his eye as 007n7 and TwoTime quietly stepped away from the group. The others didn’t pay them any mind, but Elliot did.

 

Should he go? He knew 007n7 was private and wouldn’t let anyone see his interactions or relationship with the cultist. Elliot himself rarely showed much about his relationship with Chance (though he failed miserably sometimes). That moment earlier had his stomach twisting.

 

Hoping he wouldn’t regret it, he said goodbye to the others, using rest as an excuse, and left the main cabin. He noticed 007n7’s door quietly close. Good. He prayed this wouldn’t go badly.

 

---

 

007n7 was pushed against his bed, feeling a weight pressing down on him. TwoTime grabbed his wrists firmly, pinning them above him. He pressed them hard against the mattress, leaving 007n7 vulnerable. TwoTime could take him however he wanted, and 007n7 would let him. Not that it mattered anyway.

 

“Mhm, thank Spawn for giving me someone as good as you, 007n7,” he whispered against the ex-hacker’s ear. The warm breath sent shivers down his spine along with the compliment. Though he wasn’t interested in being part of TwoTime’s cult, the idea that someone—or something—had ‘delivered’ someone like him to one of its followers excited him.

 

He let out a small moan as TwoTime slid one cold hand under his shirt. The contrasting temperatures made him gasp.

 

TwoTime began kissing along his jawline, descending toward his neck and collarbone, leaving a visible trail of marks. 007n7 kept gasping at the sensations, closing his eyes as his desire started to stir and tighten between his pants.

 

007n7 was unaware of Elliot’s gaze as he quietly entered the cabin. TwoTime, however, noticed him watching while marking the ex-hacker beneath him.

 

Elliot simply observed the scene in front of him. He hesitated but moved closer, and TwoTime relinquished some control over 007n7, releasing his wrists and stepping back without leaving his place, allowing Elliot to see 007n7’s flushed face.

 

“Mhm, looks like we have guests,” TwoTime said, causing 007n7 to open his eyes, staring intently at Elliot’s conflicted expression. A moan escaped his lips when TwoTime brought his dagger close to his belly, feeling the cold metal tip brush his skin.

 

Elliot’s eyes gleamed with desire. He slipped off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, positioning himself above 007n7’s head. “If I’d known, I’d have pushed you onto a generator and fucked you there,” Elliot said, grabbing both of 007n7’s wrists and spreading them on either side of his head.

 

007n7 moaned at the idea.

 

TwoTime watched the hungry look between the other two men. Wanting to start the action, he tore 007n7's blue jersey with his dagger, revealing his torso. I leave a few scratches here and there, not wanting to hurt 007n7 too much but letting the blood spurt out enough to see it.

 

Elliot said nothing at this, if 007n7 didn't bother me then I wouldn't say anything.

 

007n7 only engaged in letting out small moans and gasps, allowing the two men to do whatever they wanted with him. "Please!" He whimpered as one of the cuts ran down his hip, feeling the cultist's hands playing with the waistband of his pants.

 

“Please, what? Use that little mouth of yours, unless you want me to put it to better use,” Elliot said, holding his face and lifting it awkwardly. “Yes! Please, use me, fuck me, I don’t know, just do something more,” he begged without fully knowing what he wanted.

 

Elliot looked at TwoTime, motioning with his hands to turn 007n7 over. TwoTime understood and cooperated. Together they flipped 007n7 face down forcefully, pressing his chest down but lifting his hips and head.

 

007n7 let out a whimper at the sudden change in position but still felt better than before. TwoTime grabbed his hips and kept playing with him, placing his arms behind his back to form a kind of lever. His face was now in front of Elliot.

 

At some point, Elliot pulled his already hard member out of his pants. “You know what to do Seven, don’t make me say it,” he said. The nickname Elliot gave him sent shivers down 007n7’s spine and made him panic for a moment before forcing himself to relax.

 

He leaned his lips toward Elliot’s member, taking the head in his mouth and tasting the salty precome it released. He felt Elliot’s hands grip his head, pushing him down to take more. Pleased with the attention, he moaned and vibrated around the shaft, feeling the grip on his hair tighten.

 

TwoTime laughed behind him while pulling down 007n7’s pants, freeing his dripping member. “Careful, he likes to tease,” he warned too late, but Elliot caught the hint anyway.

 

007n7 took all of Elliot’s member, feeling a bit of gag reflex but managing to control it as best as he could. He heard a moan escape Elliot’s lips, which excited him even more. His throat squeezed deliciously around the shaft, his jaw beginning to ache from the large girth but he didn’t try to pull away.

 

Slowly, Elliot began shallow thrusts, watching tears start to spill from 007n7’s eyes.

 

What a wonderful sight.

 

The man who had given him so much trouble in the past was now taking his member with little effort, trying to milk him. 007n7’s flushed, tear-streaked face made Elliot moan even louder.

 

007n7 let out muffled moans with each thrust Elliot gave, tracing a vein with his tongue when the movement was shallow enough not to choke him.

 

TwoTime decided to join the fun. 007n7 felt two of his long, slender fingers slide inside him, moaning more against Elliot’s member. Soon, TwoTime found his prostate and didn’t hesitate to massage it.

 

007n7 felt so close that he started crying more; the rough treatment from Elliot combined with TwoTime’s caresses pushed him to the edge.

 

He tried to scream but was muffled by Elliot’s member in his mouth, who paused his thrusts to better feel the vibrations of 007n7’s muffled cries. He felt breathless, his vision blurring and darkening for a moment—only to catch his breath sharply.

 

Elliot pulled his member from 007n7’s mouth, holding his head firmly. He struck his member against one of 007n7’s cheeks, smearing it with a mix of saliva and precome.

 

007n7 gasped for a few seconds, still recovering a bit. TwoTime had increased to three fingers at some point during his recovery, but he didn’t mind.

 

He looked intently at Elliot, silently asking for more. “Mhm, you’ll get more soon, Seven, so take what we’re giving you, little slut.” Without waiting longer, Elliot slid his member back inside 007n7, fucking him relentlessly.

 

Elliot’s thrusts became harder and wilder; somehow, the member felt bigger—perhaps due to overstimulation, but he didn’t care.

 

TwoTime decided he was ready, so he pulled his own member out of his pants and positioned it between 007n7’s ass cheeks, teasing him a little more.

 

007n7 felt desperate, pushing his hips toward TwoTime, wanting more from the other. “Mmm, I love your desire to please me, 007. Spawn will surely reward you,” TwoTime said. 007n7 felt TwoTime insert the tip of his member, keeping his hips still. He let out a muffled cry when TwoTime pushed in suddenly, going all the way to the base and brushing against his prostate. He screamed against Elliot’s member.

 

He felt his own desire awaken again despite having come just minutes ago, eager to please the two men taking each of his holes.

 

The room felt hot, filled only with muffled moans and gasps from 007n7. TwoTime and Elliot gripped him tighter, panting at the warmth of the single father’s openings.

 

Elliot soon pulled out of his mouth, hearing 007n7 trying to catch his breath. However, TwoTime didn’t allow it, pounding into his ass hard and fast. Damn, he wanted to fill 007n7 with his seed—urgently.

 

“Please! Mo-more!” he begged between tears and moans echoing through the room.

 

“Not enough with one cock in your ass that you want more? Didn’t know you were such a slut, Seven.” Elliot pulled his hair, lifting his body to lean on TwoTime.

 

“Not enough for you, 007? I’m sure Elliot won’t mind filling you more,” he moaned in his ear. The penetrations became deeper with the new position. “Don’t worry, we’ll fill you up good, Seven.”

 

Elliot settled in front of 007n7, letting him lie on his chest. Now with the help of TwoTime they lifted 007n7 to be able to accommodate better.

 

007n7 continued in his cloud of overstimulation until he felt how both men inserted the heads of their cocks, he became a little upset. "Wa-wait, I don't think I can take you both," he tried to stop them, but the lustful hunger of the other two was evident.

 

"Shhh don't worry 007, the Spawn sent you made for us, I'm sure you can take us both," he consoled him, gently kissing 007n7's neck and caressing his torso full of cuts.

 

Elliot conflicted, wanting to take this further but not wanting to cause any real harm to 007n7.

 

"Don't be abrupt at first" Finally he relaxed, took the initiative and began to descend on both cocks, leaning on both men until he was stuck with two cocks in your ass sunk deeply.

 

For a few minutes, TwoTime and Elliot let him get used to the stretching, wiping away tears and comforting the man trapped between them. Finally, 007n7 nodded and plopped down on Elliot.

 

TwoTime began to move inside him, which earned him a pitiful groan, but it slammed against his prostate again. Soon, both men found a rhythm.

 

007n7 had never felt so full, while TwoTime was leaving Elliot was coming in and vice versa, he was not allowed to be empty for long. They hit his prostate hard and precisely to distract him from the pain. After a few punches, both men set a more brutal and savage pace within 007n7.

 

TwoTime covered his mouth with one hand, muffling 007n7's moans and screams so no one would hear him. "So good for us, he was right about the Spawn." TwoTime bit 007n7's neck, penetrating the soft flesh until blood came out.

 

Did it hurt? Yes, but the pleasure was greater. Finally he came between her belly and Elliot's, moaning and crying pathetically.

 

"No, more! Please!" He begged as he felt how they kept going, leading him to more overstimulation. "Soon darling, we're going to fill you up so well," Elliot purred in her ear, pressing her hips against his.

 

007n7 felt how both began to penetrate him without any rhythm, sometimes one left and the other entered or even ramming both cocks to force his hole to take him. "You're so good at this 007, made to take our cocks and be able to fill you up"

 

He groaned at the words of TwoTime, who caressed the cuts and was charging slowly but deeply, accepting blows to his prostate. "That's what you wanted, right? To be filled with our seeds. I bet you wanted to be pregnant right? "

 

007n7 wanted to yell at him in protest, but he only managed to let out moans and tears.

 

"The Spawn chose you to take our cocks like a good boy" I didn't know whether to listen to TwoTime's praise or Elliot's contempt. "Y-yo ngh ah" couldn't formulate much, he felt too tired.

 

When they finally cummed inside him he saw white, cumming again. He felt overly sensitive when he was finally pushed aside. The cum came out and ran down his thighs, but he was too tired to bother wiping it off.

 

TwoTime laid him on the bed, allowing him to rest. "Tomorrow we'll clean up 007, you did it right" He curled up on one side of 007n7, leaving a free space for Elliot.

 

Elliot looked at both of them, enjoyed this and managed to release some tension, but he couldn't see the three of them together, hoping it wasn't yet.

 

He left without saying a word, yet he covered the other two and gave a small kiss to 007n7. With one last glance, he walked away.

Well, maybe he didn't regret following the outcasts, maybe he would make more food tomorrow as an apology for leaving them.

Notes:

Uhhh If the translation sucks, I'm sorry. I really don't know why the translator I use wouldn't let me translate anything explicit, so this was the best I could do.

It can definitely be ooc, srry not srry.

TwoTime is a weirdo with his dagger and blood, but I won't judge him! Ehhh Elliot sucks with his recent mixed feelings:(

Hehe, For those of you who are waiting! If you've been waiting for updates on ChickenBurger or PoisonBurger, I want to let you know that one will finally be released this weekend!
I'll post the other one next week, but I want to ask you which one you prefer?🤔 I'm reading your comments!

I see you 201SHEETUP and LilyLunaetic, I love you all so much! To all of you readers, thank you for your support!<3

If you know of any free translators that would allow me to translate obscure things, I would be most grateful... No beta reader, so I don't know if sometimes it's translating it well and Google translate misses some details :(

Chapter 14: 🔥 Mafialings/007n7 — Anything

Summary:

hey..can I pleagse have bottom 007n7 x The mafialings (contractee, solider, consigliere and caporegime) taking turns of breeding him. Smut pleagseee…ough,,,I am mafialings pulled pleagse🙏😔🥀🥀

Plot:
(Forsakened) the mafialings looks for remaining survivors, they chat to eachother for a little bit as they talk about the survivors while looking for survivors (heh). They notice 007n7 and corner him, but instead of killing him they get turned on by his face when he’s hurt, then they offer a deal to 007n7 to keep him alive by doing you know what with them. At first he’s hesitant but is forced to agree anyways. The mafialings don’t know that 007n7 has a pussy so when they find out they are shocked, but they take it gentle with him but get rougher. (You can choose how this ends.)

—Maffu (Guest)

Notes:

Heyyy here is your request, sorry for the delay and if it turns out to be ooc, since I didn't find much information about it and I really don't know how it behaves, be it each one, soo...

I'll leave you what I did and in the final notes I'll add a little more hehe

THERE IS ALSO A CHANGE IN THE REQUEST! 007n7 without pussy, forgetting the last part of request, uhhhm tysm Maffu for understanding me!

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Contractee — Hat + headphones (the most energetic and youngest of the team, also kinda good with words (ehhh))
“Oohhh my Shayla!”

Soldier — Black ushanka (the strongest one, likes joking around with Contractee and is kind of a goof...let’s just say brain cells aren’t his strong suit)

Consigliere — White top hat (wild, couldn’t care less most of the time, but somehow ends up being the most reasonable one — scary how sane he is compared to the rest)

Caporegime — The one with glasses (tries really hard to look serious, but is actually the biggest idiot of them all; loves punching stuff for no reason)
(He's the boss's second-hand man.… not that anyone listens to him.)

Uhhh haha yeah, they’re all kinda dumb in their own special way <3

A round had begun, this time it was Mafioso's turn to go out. Fortunately for him and unfortunately for the survivors, Mafioso had the help of his subordinates.

 

Eager to help, they set out to pursue some survivors and have a bit of fun.

 

Elliot and Chance had the misfortune of crossing paths with the mafialings. They were beaten from one side to the other until they died, or in Chance's case, died by his own gun that exploded in his own face.

 

Although it wasn't the most brutal death they received, they could say it was painful —to Elliot —.

 

Now they were looking for more survivors. Wandering the map for several minutes, noticing how the timer occasionally increased, they chatted as always.

 

“I'd like to see the blue soldier begging for his life” commented Caporegime, catching the attention of the other three who looked at him a bit strangely. “What? That guy always gives us a good beating” he made a face at the memories.

 

“Yeah, but I don't think watching a soldier beg appeals to me” Consigliere made a face at the thought, though his tone of voice opened the door to other interpretations. “What? No! Not like that, you idiot.” The bespectacled one blushed and averted his gaze from the others.

 

“Well, I prefer to see the pizza guy or the other blonde beg” Soldier chimed in, just to not leave Caporegime alone. “Although I'd like to see the red kid's dad, he's always running away with that stupid red panel” he growled and frowned, remembering how he always manages to escape them or they catch one of his clones.

 

“Ugh, I've always wondered how he would defend himself. I mean, some use their strength or tools. But I don't think I've ever seen the hacker defend himself, just clone himself.” Contractee thought about it for several seconds. “Do you guys think he would beg for his life? The pizza guy refuses to say anything at all, so why wouldn't the others do the same?”

 

“Good point, Contractee, at least someone here thinks better than others” Consigliere placed a hand on the fedora and headphones, patting him. “And before you say anything, Caporegime. No, we already know your preferences for men bigger than you.”

 

“Huh? Hey! I didn't mean it like that, I swear!” The others left him behind, ignoring his protests to search for other survivors to eliminate.

 

It wasn't long before they heard something nearby, so they approached with weapons raised. Silent and ready, they spotted a burger hat peeking out from behind a generator.

 

Bingo.

 

Quickly, Contractee and Soldier surrounded the single father without being noticed. Soon, they had the (ex)hacker cornered.

 

007n7 was still fixing the generator in front of him, not paying attention to the mafialings that surrounded him.

 

Before he knew it, a blow struck his head, slightly stunning the other man, who tried to use his C00LGUI but a sword pierced the panel as soon as he pulled it out, shattering it.

 

The mafialings grabbed him by both arms. Soldier slammed 007n7's head against the generator, hearing more groans from the captured man.

 

He tried to defend himself, but the position was quite uncomfortable, and he could do nothing but kick. This made the mafialings laugh, flipping the other man underneath them.

 

“Hey, Contractee, want to find out what you said earlier?” Consigliere tossed the stupid hamburger hat to the ground, grabbing several strands of hair in his hands. He lifted 007n7's head, forcing him to look at them.

 

Contractee approached expectantly, getting closer to the other man. 007n7 felt uncomfortable under their stares and the proximity of the "younger" man, he supposed.

 

“Come on, what could we do to you? Maybe start by cutting off the arms, a slow and painful death, don't you think?” The other mafialings knew he was joking; they really didn't like torturing their targets too much, only when necessary. And in this hell, they didn't work as they used to.

 

However, 007n7 didn't believe the Fedora and headphone guy. He started to wriggle even more, trying to free himself. How pathetic. “No! Please, I'll do anything!” he begged at the thought of being tortured, knowing he deserved it, but the idea didn't appeal to him.

 

“Anything?” Caporegime savored 007n7's tears, watching as the tears began to fall. Soldier didn't miss the insinuation of the other. He had to admit that everyone felt oppressed in that place; maybe they should take advantage of the opportunity.

 

“Yes! Just don't torture me, please.” The sobs were heard by the mafialings, who looked at each other for a moment, as if trying to read each other's minds, which unsettled 007n7 even more.

 

“Alright, we offer you this.” Caporegime approached, kneeling in front of the single father. “Let us use your body, with minimal pain, and we'll let you go this time.” 007n7 could only nod without much thought, fearful of rejecting the (non)deal of the guy with glasses.

 

Caporegime signaled to Consigliere to lift 007n7 onto the generator. 007n7 stopped feeling the ground beneath him, being pushed down, resting his back on the uncomfortable generator.

 

Caporegime took a position over 007n7's legs, lifting his thighs to his shoulders. Soldier took a position above his head, Consigliere stayed on the sidelines, keeping watch for any survivors. Contractee approached one side, admiring the frightened face of the single father.

 

“What's your name, darling?” Contractee asked, trying to relax the man. “007n7” he stammered slightly, still fearful of what they might do to him.

 

007n7 isn't stupid; he knows what he agreed to, and although it scared him, his body began to respond to the touch of another, whether it was with good intentions or not.

 

He knows it's wrong, but he can't deny that he's a bit excited about what's going to happen. What if one of the survivors finds him? What will they think? Is he sleeping with the enemy to survive or for his own pleasure? They'll hate him more if they find him like this, surrounded by Mafioso's little helpers.

 

His hamburger hat and glasses were snatched away, his vision blurred and his horns felt the cold air.

 

“Mhm, does it bother you if I call you Seven?” Soldier whispered in his ear. He couldn't say no; he was already in the hands of these four men, even if it made him uncomfortable. He shook his head, suppressing a moan as he felt his pants being removed.

 

His tail hit the generator, attracting the attention of Consigliere.

 

“So eager, Caporegime,” Consigliere shook his head, showing his discontent with the desperation of the guy with glasses. “If you felt how his legs are squeezing me, you wouldn't say I'm the only desperate one.” 007n7 acted accordingly, his own body betraying him as he pulled the guy with glasses closer.

 

“So eager to please us, aren't you?” Contractee caressed his flushed cheek. “Please, more!” 007n7 begged for the lack of caresses. “Anything, please!” The four mafialings smiled maliciously.

 

007n7 felt several hands roaming his now-naked body. He felt a finger penetrate his tight hole, a pained gasp escaping his lips along with some tears.

 

They watched, satisfied, as 007n7 reacted. “Come on, sweetheart. We don't want anyone to hear you, do we?” Soldier approached, pressing his tent in his pants against 007n7's forehead.

 

There was no need for words; 007n7 unzipped Soldier's pants, pulling out and freeing his cock in front of him. Decided to please him, he opened his mouth and took the tip, tasting the salty and slightly sweet pre-cum.

 

Soldier pulled him closer, letting 007n7's head hang over the generator. He gave shallow thrusts, listening to each gasp and wet, muffled moans, caressing the sensitive horns to elicit more of 007n7's sweet sounds.

 

Caporegime soon had three fingers inside 007n7, wanting to provoke more moans. He sought out 007n7's prostate, pushing his hips down after trying to find more friction against his fingers.

 

Contractee caressed the bare chest, massaging gently. With his cock out, he placed one of 007n7's hands on his cock. The single father started to stroke him.

 

Soldier and Contractee let out some moans. 007n7 started to lose himself a bit, between the cock in his mouth and Caporegime's fingers in his ass, neglecting Contractee a bit, but he did his best.

 

Taking 007n7's head by the sides, Soldier penetrated deeply into 007n7's mouth, thrusting hard until he reached his throat. The warmth and wetness of 007n7 drove him wild.

 

007n7 felt like he was losing his breath, now choking on a large dick. He let out a muffled moan as the fingers withdrew, replaced by something much bigger.

 

His cry was muffled by the cock in his mouth; Caporegime pressed his hands against 007n7's hips forcefully, thrusting deeply into the tight hole. The warm walls of the ex-hacker delightfully squeezed his dick, as if wanting it to stay there forever.

 

He set a rough pace, pulling out and thrusting rapidly and violently, seeking his own release. He slapped the side of his ass, the smack sending waves of pleasure down his back.

 

So full, two cocks filling his holes. For a moment, he let himself go, lost in a cloud of pleasure and pain.

 

His tear-streaked and flushed face only provoked both men to push deeper inside him. Consigliere and Contractee watched as they ravaged 007n7, painting an erotic picture.

 

“So good for us, aren't you?” Contractee stroked 007n7's cock, eliciting more moans and now muffled screams.

 

007n7 felt so close that he couldn't help but clench, sending more waves of pleasure to the two men inside him.

 

Soldier didn't take long to thrust deeply, taking hold of 007n7's horns to get more screams from the man below him, causing 007n7 to gag. He held his place, coming inside his mouth.

 

007n7 tried to swallow it all, but inevitably, the semen escaped from the corners of his lips. The lack of oxygen made him feel dizzy, and the pleasure made him come, collapsing his weight onto the generator.

 

“Good job, Seven,” Soldier withdrew, his cock popping out, connected by saliva and semen. 007n7 shuddered at the nickname, trying to catch his breath, but was interrupted when another cock filled his mouth.

 

“Ahh, don't forget about me, 007,” Contractee was much softer. His thrusts were long and slow, allowing 007n7 to breathe a little.

 

The caresses didn't stop. 007n7 was in conflict between Caporegime's hard and rough thrusts and Contractee's soft and delicate touches, but he didn't mind too much.

 

Caporegime constantly hit his prostate: it caused more tears from overstimulation, but he didn't try to stop them.

 

“That's it, taking our dicks so well, you really would do anything to live, wouldn't you?” Contractee caressed his sore jaw. “Or did you just want us to take you in the middle of a round? Where everyone could hear you moan like a cheap whore, being fucked by too many cocks and still hungry, begging for more?” He moved his hand to 007n7's neck, cutting off his oxygen for a few seconds.

 

Contractee's words stirred something in 007n7's belly; he wasn't sure if it was an effect of the lack of oxygen or if he was still in his cloud of pleasure.

 

“Answer,” he tightened his grip on his throat. “Mhm yes! I wanted you to take me and fuck me,” with his last strength, he managed to formulate the sentence, lost in the various sensations.

 

“What a slut you turned out to be, you could stop running and get on all fours for the other assassins, maybe they also want to try your sweet and tight whore hole,” Caporegime thrust with more force, losing his rhythm.

 

Contractee gave him some space, pulling out his dick and stepping back a bit, caressing 007n7's cheeks, who moaned when he felt Caporegime's semen inside him, feeling so warm and full.

 

“My turn,” Consigliere lifted 007n7 from the generator as soon as Caporegime stepped away. He felt the semen leak out of him and run down his thighs.

 

His body was flipped, propped up against the generator again. Now face down, Consigliere didn't waste time and sank in with a slow and deep thrust.

 

“No more! Please,” he cried against the generator, before Contractee took several strands of his hair. “Shhh, calm down, you're doing well, 007.”

 

Before he could say anything, a dick was pushed back into his mouth, silencing him again. He moaned again, the overstimulation made him cry more, he felt pain in his lower body, but the pleasure still flowed through his veins.

 

Consigliere took advantage of having better access to 007n7's tail, squeezing it and causing more screams and his hole to press against his dick.

 

Caporegime and Soldier had enough for today, taking turns with Consigliere and starting to keep watch around them. There wasn't much time left, but there were still survivors out there. “I'll go see if I can find someone,” Soldier left, giving a last look at the man they were still destroying.

 

None of the three paid much attention to him, lost in the pleasure.

 

Consigliere hit his prostate, hard and fast, deeper than Caporegime. He would have been screaming if it weren't for the cock choking him.

 

He was hit with precision, his scalp started to hurt from Contractee's grip, but the pain felt so good.

 

“Your body desires more, you greedy little thing. Being fucked by two people and still squeezing two more, it's never enough for you, is it?” Contractee finally came, pulling out his cock to stain 007n7's disastrous face. “So beautiful,” he whispered.

 

The last seconds started to sound, Consigliere fucked him with more force. 007n7 found the energy to keep moaning loudly.

 

10

 

He wrapped his tail between one of Consigliere's wrists.

 

9

 

His whole body was sensitive.

 

8

 

Coming one last time, feeling like he was going to pass out.

 

7

 

The pleasure made him scream, the thrusts became frenzied.

 

6

 

There was a slap on his ass, but he no longer had the strength to react.

 

5

 

Contractee knelt in front of him, whispering something, but he couldn't hear it.

 

4

 

His eyes felt heavy, but the overstimulation kept them open.

 

3

 

Finally, he felt himself being filled again.

 

2

 

The dick inside him stayed in place, making sure nothing came out.

 

1

 

With a last look, he saw the satisfied smiles of the mafialings, he wasn't sure if he wanted to repeat the experience, but he enjoyed it too much.

 

0

 

His vision went dark for a few seconds and he finally appeared in the main cabin, clean and with his clothes in place. He observed how no one paid attention to him, which he appreciated.

 

Limping out the door from the phantom pain, he left, trying to hide this experience from the others.

Notes:

Uhhh at first it was going to be more Dub-con, mm2 I don't know if it really still is but that wasn't my intention!

So, I don't know what time it is with you, currently when I publish this it would be 11amPST, mhm so tonight in my time I will post something darker:0

Ugh I really didn't know what to do with this request so I just tried my best, sorry if it's kind of ooc.

Contractee liked seeing 007n7 cry the most and was the gentlest, although also talkative hehe.

I had planned a double penetration, but some friends and me really felt uncomfortable thinking about the position, especially because these 5 idiots were outdoors and the generators have 3 sides clear, soo I couldn't put all 4 on each side of 007n7:(

Hey! I'm using a new translator. If you notice any changes or errors, I'm sorry. It would really help me to know if there's a noticeable change, since I liked this translator, but I still don't really read the text when it's translated, yeah ehhh..

EDIT: OMAHSHS I TOTALLY FORGOT THAT 007N7 WORE GLASSES, WHAR? HAHAHAHA I'M REALLY SORRY uhhm Yes, I would correct that if it weren't for the fact that I'm very lazy, so I'll just add it uhhh at some point..

Chapter 15: 🔥⚠️ Non-con - Admins/007n7 - Control

Summary:

Here I will make my request

Bottom!7n7 x Admins (Builder, Shed and Doom)

Degradation, rough sex, oral sex, double penetration of one hole

Basically they catch him hacking and punish him when he begs for forgiveness (cuz has baby!COOlkidd here)

:3

NonCon

— Kevin

Notes:

TW!! Please read carefully, this one-shot contains No-con...

You don't like not reading, any bad comment will be deleted uhhh

 

Ehhh I don't have much to say.

007n7 wasn't someone careless, or so he thought. He liked to have a certain control over the impulsive decisions he made, and his hacker profession allowed him to think quickly in risky situations—at least in his opinion.

 

When he lost that control, it made him feel like a failure, and although others might see him that way, he felt good having control.

 

Now, pushed onto a mattress, he couldn't help but think about how he ended up surrounded by three of the most powerful administrators.

 

____

 

It was a normal spring day, everything was calm on most servers, but unfortunately, one server didn't share the same luck.

 

007n7 found himself a bit stressed since he started taking care of C00lkidd, so he stupidly decided to leave the little one in the care of his cousin 007e7 and go release that tension in the best way he knew how. After nearly three months without causing chaos, he was craving more destruction.

 

So, 007n7 showed up to ruin the day with his exploits and hacks. Many fled in fear, while others couldn't even leave because 007n7 blocked the exit option, forcing them to seek nearby refuge.

 

To the hacker's misfortune, three administrators were nearby when everything went down.

 

Of course, he had considered the probabilities, but he made sure to learn the administrators' schedules since they had to eat or sleep at least. And now, three administrators appeared during what he thought was their busiest work hour.

 

He frowned as a sword grazed the side of his head, followed by a large hammer aimed at his ribs. Luckily, he managed to dodge it, but amidst the onslaught of attacks that forced him to defend himself, he couldn't come up with a quick escape plan.

 

Before he knew it, he was trapped in a dead-end alley. He tried to use his C00LGUI to escape, but Doombringer struck the panel with force, shattering his only way out.

 

He felt so helpless, so useless and stupid. Now they would send him to Banlands, and he would never see anyone again, not the sweet child he cared for and tried to change for him. Damn, he himself thought he would never be in this situation of hiding and running again.

 

“Ahh, it was so good not seeing your stupid face these past months,” Shedletsky complained as he pushed 007n7 to the dirty ground, knocking off his hamburger hat. 007n7 winced as unknown liquids soaked his gloves and hoodie.

 

“We should have sent this guy to Banlands a long time ago,” Doombringer kept his mace on his shoulders, looking at 007n7 like a piece of trash.

 

“It wouldn't be fun to send him there. I have to admit, it's been quite boring not seeing that face of yours, 007,” Shedletsky knelt in front of the hacker, grabbing several strands of his hair in his large hand, forcing 007n7 to look up at him. He forgot about his sword and took 007n7's jaw, making him look into his eyes. “What should we do with you?”

 

“Send him to Banlands,” Doombringer replied immediately. “People like him don't deserve mercy,” he spat with some fury.

 

“Come on, look at that face,” Shedletsky pulled 007n7 up forcefully, eliciting a surprised groan. He positioned himself beside the hacker, wrapping one of his arms around 007n7's shoulders, maintaining a firm grip on his jaw.

 

007n7 didn't know what to do. Before, it didn't matter to him, but now he found himself fearful of being sent to Banlands, especially since he was trying to be better for his only hope of redemption. He put on his best doe eyes and wagged his tail, hoping to evoke pity.

 

“I'll give you the benefit of the doubt,” Builderman finally spoke, approaching 007n7. “Why should we trust you and not send you to Banlands?” Annoyance laced his voice, but he kept his face serene.

 

007n7 thought for a few seconds. Should he try to evoke more pity? Should he show more vulnerability and weakness? Was it worth it? The warm feeling in his chest that appeared every time C00lkidd smiled at him answered his last question.

 

“Please, I know the things I've done were wrong; I regret the harm I caused others just for my amusement. It was wrong, I know.” He swallowed hard as he looked at the three men, nervously shifting his gaze, his tail wrapping around one of his legs. “I'm truly trying to improve.” Should he reveal his little secret?

 

C00lkidd was his only salvation. Eventually, he would have to redeem himself before the administrators and society. “I found a baby, and for him, I want to change. I know it sounds stupid, and I look like a total idiot, but I'm truly trying to do my best,” 007n7 finished, his heart pounding in his chest.

 

Builderman found himself understanding, but the other two men didn't. “You left just for a kid? Come on, I thought you wouldn't change for anything,” Shedletsky's flirtation caught 007n7 off guard, but he didn't want to respond since it was that feathered man who allowed him the benefit of the doubt.

 

Doombringer, on the other hand, frowned, still disagreeing with forgiving him and discontent with Shedletsky's flirtation. It was known that the man had a weakness for that hacker since their first encounter.

 

Shedletsky looked at the other two administrators, waiting for a decision, but an idea sparked in his mind. “You see, n7, we've been feeling repressed lately.” Oh, 007n7 already knew where this was going, and he didn't like the idea. “So, here's the deal: we'll take you here and consider forgiving your past,” Shedletsky's warm breath hit 007n7's ear, sending shivers down his spine.

 

Builderman sighed at the thought. He didn't like it much, but his soft heart didn't want to send the other to Banlands. He wanted to let him take care of his ‘son’ and knew he couldn't let him go without some punishment. Was it the best option? No, there were better punishments. But was it worth it? Absolutely, seeing the man who caused them so many problems as a pathetic whore to be forgiven.

 

He felt his cock stir at the idea.

 

Doombringer remained conflicted, just like Shedletsky, who didn't find anyone who would put up with him in bed. 007n7 was a good option now that he looked at him properly, but that didn't stop him from feeling disgust and anger for what he was about to do.

 

007n7 tried to grab his hat and the little spider noob with his tail, but he couldn't reach it. It was his last chance to escape, but before asking Shedletsky to let him go Builderma spoke.

 

“But not here,” Builderman teleported them to a bedroom in his house. Quite spacious and definitely out of the eyes and ears of others.

 

007n7 paled. He didn't want this, but the administrators showed no sign of backing down.

 

The hat was forgotten next to the spider noob who could have helped him, now he had no escape.

 

Shedletsky tugged at his hoodie, eager to begin.

 

“No! Wait, please,” he tried to stop them, pulling away from Shedletsky but only receiving a push and malicious smiles. Now, surrounded by three powerful men, he feared for his life for the first time.

 

Why did he have to be so stupid? He could have gone to have fun somewhere else, maybe to a club or continued taking care of C00lkidd, but he needed to escape his stupid thoughts. He should have pushed them to the deepest parts of his mind and continued with the child. Now he regretted not doing so.

 

His pants and boxers were torn off, brushing against his sensitive tail. Caught off guard, he was placed astride Doombringer.

 

“Hey! Why do you get the first piece of him?” Shedletsky complained behind them, but Doombringer acted as if he didn't hear.

 

“Want to make up for everything? Get ready to ride my cock, you disgusting hacker,” he spat the words with some hatred, but pleasure began to fill the administrators' bodies.

 

007n7 understood he had no escape, and that frustrated him. The little control he had was taken away, and now he was at the mercy of three men who would push him to his limits.

 

Tears ran down his cheeks, still ashamed, he began to prepare himself, wanting to have some control over the situation at least.

 

His fingers, wet with his saliva, entered him, uncomfortable under the three gazes upon him. He knew what to do, also knew that poor preparation would hurt, and even knew that this would mark him for life. Everything was going to hurt. Without lubricant at least, he wouldn't have a decent preparation. Did he deserve it? He already knew the answer.

 

Shedletsky started undressing behind him. Builderman watched expectantly, not joining the fun just yet.

 

Doombringer removed his shirt while taking off his own pants to free his cock. He started leaving small kisses on 007n7's neck, caressing his sensitive horns, trying to calm the poor man. He didn't want his cock to break as it entered the hacker.

 

007n7 didn't feel calm, especially with the caresses on one of his most sensitive parts, but he appreciated the action a little since the man who seemed too rough with him should be thanked for it.

 

He had only inserted two fingers when Doombringer took hold of his hips and lifted them over him, lying back in the process. 007n7 tried to stop him, but Shedletsky positioned himself behind and grabbed his arms, pulling him back and covering his mouth.

 

He felt the tip of Doombringer's cock tease his hole before entering with a forceful thrust. The thick cock traveled the entire length of his ass, hitting his prostate with a jolt.

 

A scream escaped his lips, but it was muffled by Shedletsky's hand. Dear Telamon, it hurt so much. Tears started to stream down his face, more screams escaped his lips, and he pressed his tail against Shedletsky's torso, eliciting a grunt, but Shedletsky didn't pull away.

 

Doombringer had the decency to stay still, waiting for 007n7 to adjust or at least relax so he could start moving.

 

Shedletsky leaned in closer, pressing his face against 007n7's neck. He started leaving small hickeys, wanting to mark him and ensure he remembered this day.

 

Between Doombringer's legs, Shedletsky found a better position to align his cock with 007n7's ass, lightly caressing his cock against Doombringer's and pressing his abdomen against the junction above 007n7's ass and tail.

 

The realization hit 007n7, frightening him even more. He writhed, but with every movement, he felt Doombringer's cock inside him.

 

“Stay still unless you want us to take you like a common whore,” Doombringer growled, tightening his grip on the hips to keep him in place. Although he enjoyed seeing 007n7's face flush with fear.

 

“Maybe that's what you want, isn't it?” Builderman finally approached, taking several strands of 007n7's hair, brushing against the horns and lifting his gaze.

Tears continued to escape his doe-like eyes, large and hypnotic. Flushed and fearful.

 

Shedletsky released his mouth, whispering in his ear, “Come on, 007. Builderman asked you a question.” He bit his ear and stroked his tail.

 

007n7 thought about what they wanted him to say, but it was the last dignity he had left. Was it worth risking? He hesitated for a few seconds before Doom thrust into him again, hitting his prostate.

 

“Yes! I wanted to be taken and fucked like a whore!” He whimpered as he felt the cock inside him again. Why did he say that? His mind felt a bit cottony, but he thought it was because he was drifting into a cloud of pleasure.

 

“Open wide then. We'll take you like the whore you are, and you'll take it so well,” Builderman inserted his cock into 007n7's mouth before he could protest, gagging him.

 

His glasses were removed, and his vision became blurrier with tears.

 

The position became a bit strange for him: Doombringer lying on his back, his head hanging off the edge of the bed. Above him was Builderman, his legs spread over Doombringer's shoulders to align his cock with 007n7's mouth. Shedletsky remained behind, between Doombringer's legs to position himself better and get closer to 007n7, ready to penetrate him as well.

 

And there he was, in the middle, bent forward like he was on all fours, but less inclined downward.

Being touched to be rape- No, he put himself in this, he had to face it as it was. Cling to the little dignity and control he had left; he couldn't give in to that idea. “Please no,” he pleaded inwardly.

 

“Come on, ride me and show me how much you want to be forgiven, how much you want to see your son again.” 007n7 cried at the thought. Did he deserve to be a father at all? Still, he obeyed.

 

He started moving, inexperienced and uncomfortable, trying to do it right. He moved his ass up and down, also rubbing against Shedletsky, who showed him some mercy.

 

His head was guided by Builderman, fortunately, the bed wasn't too high, allowing 007n7 more comfort to use his mouth.

 

Shedletsky continued caressing him, running his calloused hands over the sensitive tail, chest, and abdomen, as if worshipping his body.

 

Soon, Builderman thrust his cock with a shallow thrust, listening to the gagging and muffled moans of the hacker. More tears welled up in his eyes, but Builderman didn't care and continued.

 

Now, he set a slow and torturous pace, to not finish too quickly. He threw his head back as he felt his cock vibrate with 007n7's moans, but maintained his grip.

 

007n7's jaw started to ache, he wanted to pull away, but Builderman and Doombringer's strong grips didn't allow it. The salty taste caused disgust and dizziness.

 

When 007n7 lowered his hips, Doombringer raised his, allowing his cock to sink deeper and reach the bottom.

 

007n7 didn't know how much time passed, but it felt like hours—though it was only long, torturous minutes—but his eyes felt heavy, and his head started to throb from crying so much.

 

His body felt good, though he knew this was wrong. He felt guilty for starting to enjoy what was happening, but he didn't want to accept the guilt.

 

Now sensitive to Shedletsky's caresses, he felt something else press against the entrance of his hole. He tried to scream and pull away again, in vain.

 

Builderman pressed against his face, keeping his cock inside the warm, wet mouth. He heard 007n7 choke, but didn't pull back. Now, he took him by both horns and pressed deeper, feeling the hacker's throat deliciously tighten around his cock.

 

007n7's muffled screams echoed in the room, now with two cocks filling his tight hole. He felt so full.

 

The scream caused Builderman to come, the strong vibration pushing him over the edge. He came in his mouth, forcing 007n7 to swallow his semen that leaked from the corners of his mouth.

 

007n7 felt like vomiting, but it meant a worse punishment—he supposed—so he swallowed the salty and slightly sweet semen of Builderman.

 

He coughed when Builderman pulled out, trying to catch his breath, but the thrusts of the other two administrators didn't allow it.

 

“Maybe we'll have to do this again, 007n7, but for my part, you're forgiven,” the hacker only allowed himself to cry from the humiliation, letting out some moans and screams from the forceful thrusts.

 

Builderman patted his cheek, collecting some tears and enjoying the clear sounds of 007n7, leaving the room.

 

Doombringer and Shedletsky set an erratic rhythm.

 

Doombringer was slow but deep, his cock thicker than Shedletsky's. He dug his nails into the hacker's hips, leaving marks and memories of what happened in that room.

 

Shedletsky was faster and harder, his longer cock allowing him to hit 007n7's prostate with precision. He bit and left his own marks, trying to outdo Doombringer.

 

“So good for us. Have you done this with others?” Shedletsky casually asked in his ear while pulling 007n7's tail.

 

“Obviously, his hole managed to take our cocks. Do you think he's taken more?” Doombringer started to speed up his thrusts.

 

007n7 couldn't answer any of their questions, lost in pleasure and pain. He still hadn't found his release, but he felt so close.

 

Somehow, the two administrators penetrated him with more force, this time seeking their own releases. “So full,” thought 007n7, still not knowing how he hadn't split in two.

 

“We're going to fill you with our seed; you'll carry us inside you for several days.” Shedletsky bit his neck carelessly this time, breaking the skin with such force, drawing screams and blood from 007n7.

 

What could he respond? From the first moment, everything went downhill; this entire experience would be etched in his mind. He could do nothing but moan at the administrators' dicks.

 

Doombringer finally came inside him. He stayed inside the hacker, now hearing the wet thrusts of Shedletsky thanks to his semen. “What a good whore, I think you deserve a reward.” Doombringer started stroking 007n7's dick.

 

The hacker felt overwhelmed; Doombringer's touch felt so good that he came in seconds, followed by Shedletsky.

 

With a final scream, he passed out on Doombringer's chest, feeling the semen stain his thighs and Shedletsky pull out of him.

 

No more than 5 seconds passed before he was brutally awakened, his head still clouded with pleasure.

 

“I'm not done yet, you little whore,” Doombringer lifted them, now placing 007n7 on his back so he could see the one with the red bucket. “You have a long way to go before I can forgive your filthy actions.”

 

When he thought he had no more tears to cry, he was wrong. “No! Please, no more,” he whimpered and thrashed, but he was too tired.

 

He felt them enter his abused hole again, but he had no more strength left.

 

Collapsing his body on the mattress, he finally gave in.

 

Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed Shedletsky stretching his wings, flying out of a large window.

 

…

 

He also wanted to leave the room, but he had no control over his freedom anymore.

 

 

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I'll find you, Kevin

Notes:

Well some guy found my profile on ao3 and shared it in a small private group of writers on ao3/wattpad that I belong to uhhh.

So they made me the request by dc, I couldn't refuse since it is in the things that I WOULD do so...

No more comments, from now on I will add the glasses and the 007n7 hamburger hat because I also forgot, what a surprise.

Dude, nobody cared about the little noob spider, I didn't remember him either 💔🥀

Chapter 16: 🫂 Fem!OutCastPizza - Let's be together

Summary:

Are polys allowed??? If so could I request OutcastPizza (Two-time x Elliot x 007n7) fluff? Like just cuddling and fluffiness in general?
I’d love it if you could make them t4t (afab two-time and transfem pizzaburger) but it isn’t needed and idm if you make them yaoi or yuri! X3

—outcastpizza ceo 🍔🗡️🍕 (Guest)

Notes:

I used this to focus a little on Elliot, sorry.

Uhmmm I really enjoyed writing this, I hope you like it💗

Something short and sweet as an apology for the previous OneShot😞

Elli is still Elliot, but I like the way it sounds better for this occasion, so I'm referring to him that way.

FEM!TRANS PizzaBurger and afab!Two Time soo She/her/they/them

Long live lesbians!🗣️🔥🫂💗💗😛
Yuriii yeiii

It was five in the morning and Elli couldn’t sleep, so she padded toward the kitchen in the main cabin.

 

Wrapped in loose, buttery-soft pajamas, she slipped out of her own hut and braved the hellish cold that cloaked their camp.

 

Lately she’d felt wrung-out—probably the price of constantly outrunning killers. To them she was a nuisance; to her teammates, she was invaluable.

 

Elli, however, would happily trade the spotlight for a nap.

 

Luckily, two people saw her as more than just “valuable.” 007n7 and Two Time treasured her.

 

Her old grudge against the ex-hacker had faded; now Elli found 007 endearing, like a flustered single mom. Two Time had been unsettling at first, but thanks to they, the drama with the ex-hacker had finally cooled.

 

Thinking about it now, guilt prickled Elli’s chest—she hadn’t visited or spoken to either of them in days. Breakfast, she decided, would be a sweet apology. Smiling softly, she stepped inside the main cabin.

 

It was toasty—odd, since the fire was usually doused once everyone retreated to their bunks. Guest and Builderman were early birds, sure, but she doubted they were up yet.

 

A clatter echoed from the lit kitchen. Elli crept closer, alert and ready to bolt if need be.

 

Giggles and playful protests filtered through the door; she recognized the voices instantly.

 

The moment she entered, her heart sank.

 

Her precious kitchen was a battlefield: flour dusted the floor and countertops like fresh snow. In the middle stood a disheveled 007—glasses askew, burger hat slipping—trying to dodge Two Time, who brandished another dollop of batter.

 

Neither troublemaker noticed the pizza maker watching their chaos until Elli cleared her throat. They glanced over and saw her tiny frown—tempered by a fond smile.

 

“Uh… sorry about the mess, Elli,” 007 mumbled, cheeks blazing as she straightened her glasses. Two Time merely grinned, waving the spoon at Elli while inching closer.

 

“Don’t you dare touch me with that spoon, Time.” Elli raised a hand like a traffic cop, stopping the cultist mid-stride.

 

“I swear by Spawn I have no intention of smearing your lovely face with batter,” Two Time said innocently. Elli noticed 007 forming an exasperated X with her arms—but paid it no mind.

 

She grabbed a rag and approached them, unaware that Two Time still hid one hand behind her back. A second later, batter streaked Elli’s hair and cheek. She didn’t even fuss.

 

Two Time burst out laughing, looping her arms around Elli’s waist in a syrupy hug.

Watching the scene, 007’s expression softened into a genuine smile while she wiped down a section of counter.

 

“Quit! That tickles,” Elli squeaked, turning her face away from Two Time’s nuzzles. “What exactly are you two up to?” She swiped batter from her cheek, tasted it—sweet. Pizza dough had a hint of sugar, but not this much.

 

“Pancakes,” 007 explained, offering Elli a damp cloth. “We wanted to bring you breakfast in bed.”

 

“But someone decided to turn the kitchen into a war zone,” she added, nodding at Two Time. The cultist shrugged, lips quirking. “Hey, in my defense only a chosen few cooked in our cult.”

 

Both Elli and 007 still fretted over the shabby “culinary training” Two Time endured, though they were relieved it hadn’t involved physical punishment. Still, the cult’s devotion to the Great Spawn could be… unsettling.

 

“Enough chat. Floor duty, disaster goblin,” 007 said, handing Two Time a bucket and rags. “Elli, go grab a shower—I’ll handle clean-up.” She leaned in, kissed Elli’s cheek, and steered her toward the door.

 

Elli didn’t protest; she headed back to her private hut, content to let them fix their mess.

 

Warmth bloomed in her chest. Just the thought of them waking early to spoil her made her bounce on her toes. Any bright moment in this frozen nightmare was a gift.

 

With a lighter heart, she got ready for today’s rounds.

 

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Earlier that morning, 007 and Two Time had slipped into the kitchen, determined to surprise their favorite blonde after 007’s insecurities flared.

What if she’s tired of us? Tears had rolled down 007’s cheeks at the thought of Elli drifting away. Thankfully, Two Time was there.

 

“Shhh, honey, breathe.” She pulled 007 into a hug, pressing her against her flat chest. “She’s just exhausted.” Gentle fingers stroked the hacker’s horns, soothing the tremors in her voice.

 

Two Time worried at the soft sobs. She hugged tighter. “How about we cook for her tomorrow? A little love never hurts.”

 

“Tomorrow? Yes! Breakfast in bed!” 007 sniffled, brightening. “I even have a tiny gift for her.” The horn-rubs calmed her, but helping Elli would calm her more. If Elli refused to rest, 007 would make her rest—just like old times with C00lkidd. She missed those mornings: breakfast, gentle chatter. Maybe they could revive that habit.

 

Their tails intertwined as they cuddled after finishing the batter, making a few extra plates for the other survivors.

 

007 pulled out tiny flowers she’d coded to grow in the hostile, icy soil—thank code the Specter hadn’t patched that exploit. She garnished the pancakes with scattered fruit, courtesy of the Specter’s occasional rations.

 

Satisfied, she flashed Two Time a grin and motioned for the door.

 

They figured Elli was showered by now. Still, they knocked, waiting politely outside.

 

Elli opened up, damp hair soaking the shoulders of her red shirt. Her eyes widened at the tray in Two Time’s hands and the small bouquet in 007’s.

 

Surprise flickered across her face, but she didn’t ask where the blooms came from. She accepted them, tugging 007 and Two Time inside. The flowers went straight into a tall crystal vase.

 

Admiring the well-kept blossoms eased the tension in 007’s shoulders. Elli didn’t notice—she was too busy eyeing those delicious pancakes. Maybe she could allow herself a little pampering.

 

---

 

Rounds unfolded as usual: killers chased Elli, sentinels covered her escape, 007 patched her scrapes. Routine, routine, routine.

 

At last the final round ended, and survivors trudged to their cabins.

 

Elli was leaving when a gentle hand encircled her wrist. Two Time guided her outside, discreet and quiet.

 

“Want to sleep with us tonight? We’ve noticed you’re not resting well.” Elli blushed at being called out but nodded.

 

“Yeah… lately I can’t fall asleep.” They headed for 007’s cabin—the farthest, yet spotless inside. No one bothered them there; some survivors still distrusted the ex-hacker, though Elli had promised to mend that rift.

 

“We’re convinced Sev’s hugs are the perfect lullaby,” Two Time giggled. “Like snuggling a warm, fluffy cloud,” she and Elli agreed.

 

Inside, the cabin glowed with cozy heat. In 007’s room everything was ready for three.

 

Two Time slept here most nights, but Elli sometimes preferred her own space. “I’ve missed being with you,” Elli admitted, sitting at the edge of the bed where fresh clothes awaited her.

 

“Mhm? You know you’re always welcome, darling.” Two Time hugged her side, already half-tucked under the covers.

 

Guilt twisted Elli’s chest—nightmares often swamped her sleep, and she hated disturbing her lovers. “I know. I’m sorry.” A tear slipped free; words tangled behind it.

 

Before she could spiral, 007 wrapped her up, pressing Elli’s head against her chest. The embrace was all warmth and honey, melting Elli’s fretful thoughts.

 

“Shhh, you’re safe. We’re right here.” 007 kissed the crown of her head, then gently nudged her toward the bathroom. “Go change; I’ll finish getting your spot ready.”

 

Elli obeyed. Minutes later she returned; lights were out, but pale (fake) moonlight guided her.

 

007 had removed her burger hat; her tiny spider Noob snored atop it. 007 lay with her back against Two Time’s chest, the cultist’s arm draped around her waist.

 

That left the far side free—perfect. Elli slid in, thrilled for one more 007 hug. She drew up a blanket, tucking all three together.

 

«Like a marshmallow.» she thought drowsily, finally slipping into deep sleep.

 

007 stayed awake a little longer, petting Elli’s hair. Two Time’s tail found hers, curling around their legs, a silent promise of protection.

 

Eventually even Two Time’s late-night prayers to Spawn faded, and the room filled with three steady heartbeats.

 

 

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Extra :p

 

The following days were—by Forsaken standards—peaceful. Sure, there was running, surviving, and not dying horribly, but it felt calm.

 

Two Time and 007 coaxed Elli into spending more off-round time with them. Once she relented, life brightened; nightmares were easier when arms and tails were there to chase them away.

 

007 beamed at every extra minute with Elli—negative thoughts fizzled like sugar on a skillet.

 

Two Time remained her mischievous self, only now she spent even more time nestled against 007 or Elli—or blissfully sandwiched between both. Pure heaven.

 

The other survivors noticed the shift: the camp felt a shade less cold, less bleak. Spotting the trio piled on the rickety sofa—drooling, giggling—became the new normal. Even those still wary of 007 and Two Time couldn’t deny the cuteness overload; maybe, just maybe, they all could belong.

 

Unaware of the soft glances they drew, Elli, 007, and Two Time simply enjoyed the comfort and warmth they found in each other.

 

In this frozen purgatory, they had carved out a little pocket of peace—and for now, that was enough.

 

Notes:

I got this request before Kevin's, but it would be nice to give them something fluffy after the previous one (if you know what I mean....)

I have a message from Kevin for you: "Expect food soon my children🗣️🔥"

Uhhhh Okay, so it's a surprise what he ordered this time, applications are closed but Kevin paid for your food and my kitty's, so... Uhhh

TOMORROW I WILL PUBLISH MY FIRST OFFICIAL WORK🔥
ChickenBurger or PoisonBurger?🙈😛

Chapter 17: 🫂🔥 PoisonBurger — New experiences

Summary:

Okay, so I have a PoisonBurger/1x7n7 smut request.

1x1x1x1 and 007n7 are having sex for the first time (This can be pre, during, or post forsaken, whichever I don’t mind as long as they do it in a bedroom with a bed).

007n7 has had hook-ups in the past, and he’s generally pretty experienced in the field of sex. Meanwhile, 1x has never had sex before. They’ve always been more interested in fighting on the battlefield rather than fighting in the sheets (until they got into a relationship with 007n7 that is).

These factors lead 007n7 to basically be a kind of gentle power bottom? Basically 007 explains the things you need to do and look out for while performing sex. He also explains the kinds of feelings and emotions 1x would be feeling during intercourse (1x also lacks knowledge on the field of emotions, since they’ve felt mainly hatred and anger most of their life) (by “feelings and emotions” I’m refering to lust, pleasure, stimulation, whatever you feel when you’re about to orgasm, etc).

Uh TLDR: gentle sex; power bottom 007n7; virgin 1x1x1x1; 1x learns about the kinds of emotions and sensations you feel during sex + how to sex safely

—JustAnotherAO3User

Notes:

How to overcome the chapter summary limit uhhh

Well, I enjoyed writing this but I really don't know if it fulfilled much of the request ToT
Srry for that

My friends said that someone like 1x1x1x1 wouldn't be gentle after the corruption, but there's no canon or good characterization here:3

It was unexpected, but he wanted to try.

 

1x1x1x1 had heard of making love, but to him it was meaningless—just another human concept that never caught his attention.

 

After his corruption, 1x1x1x1 had only one purpose: fighting his creator. Once forsakened was defeated, he had to wipe out the remaining survivors in every match he faced.

 

That’s when he saw him.

 

007n7 seemed like a pathetic man, just another fragile human—nothing particularly special. And yet, something about him drew 1x1x1x1 in.

 

It wasn’t the ridiculous hamburger hat or those twisted pink glasses. Maybe it was C00lkidd’s influence? The kid wouldn’t shut up about how amazing his dad was, even though they’d barely spent time together. Especially now that he was always playing tag.

 

Whatever it was, he found himself attracted to the man.

 

007n7 was confused and scared by the killer’s sudden attention.

 

At first, the odd feeling in his chest made him panic. “Am I about to have a heart attack?” he thought. But 1x1x1x1 was finally starting to understand those strange feelings… and emotions.

 

He hadn’t expected to feel anything like this—especially in this hellish place. But before he could question it further, he began getting closer to 007n7.

 

At first, he let him live—or escape his attacks. A sense of guilt would flood him every time he saw him wounded. He’d purposely lose matches where 007n7 was involved. Sometimes he killed him… but never on purpose.

 

The survivors started to notice. They were curious about the killer’s behavior toward the former hacker. Naturally, Elliot pushed him toward 1x1x1x1, hoping 007n7 would be more useful to the team if they could somehow talk it out.

 

Nervous, the single father started interacting with 1x1x1x1.

 

It was awkward at first. They didn’t know what to talk about, and 1x1x1x1 would get frustrated with 007n7’s constant stammering. But he learned to be patient.

 

Then came the casual conversations. 007n7 was always listening to 1x1x1x1 rant about his beloved son—though there was always a hidden warmth in his words. Maybe that’s why he gave 1x1x1x1 a chance.

 

It took time, but eventually, 1x1x1x1 accepted his feelings for 007n7.

 

They still faced challenges as a couple, but they managed to survive through the chaos—until they were finally freed.

 

007n7 was so happy that it didn’t matter if 1x1x1x1 struggled to express his new emotions. He promised to bring triple the love and happiness for both his son and for 1x1x1x1.

 

Now the ex-killer faced a new dilemma: his first time.

 

Yes, he was a virgin. Everything had happened when they were too young—he never even had time to think about love, let alone sex. …But now, Chance approached and asked a few questions.

 

“Just curious, dude, relax,” the player said as they were separated from 007n7.

 

It was awkward—he even wanted to wipe that stupid grin off Chance’s face—but he held back.

 

“So, what’s 007 like in bed?” Chance teased, earning a solid punch in the ribs—but the smile never left his face.

 

1x1x1x1 shot him a death glare. “None of your business,” he muttered, storming off. But the question stuck.

 

007n7 noticed the change in him.

 

He got more affectionate, hugging him from behind, cuddling closer at night. His cold, pale hands would glide over his chest or waist; their legs tangled when they slept pressed together, and sometimes his breath on 1x1x1x1’s neck would ignite a craving… but nothing ever happened beyond that.

 

Of course he knew what it meant—he wasn’t stupid—but he wasn’t sure if he was right or if 1x1x1x1 just didn’t know what he was doing. So, he gave him more time—to be sure, and not make 1x1x1x1 uncomfortable.

 

1x1x1x1 grew frustrated with his own hesitant touches. He wanted more, but each time something stirred beneath him, he’d stop. He knew things in theory, but the whole idea embarrassed him.

 

This feeling wasn’t like the thrill of watching enemies drown in their own blood or being run through with blades. No… this was different—stronger—and it scared him. But he wanted to give more to the person who had supported him through it all. The one who showed him he could feel more than just rage.

 

One night, 1x1x1x1 made a move. Nervous, but determined. (C00lkidd wasn’t home, after all.)

 

He came up behind 007n7, nestled his head between his neck and shoulder, and began planting soft kisses along his neck, letting his hands drift over his chest and stomach.

 

007n7 gasped at the touch but soon relaxed and welcomed the affection. Though he noticed the way 1x1x1x1 moved—his kisses were hesitant, unsure.

 

He added it up—of course.

1x1x1x1 was a virgin. It made sense. A creation born of hatred wouldn’t know much more than rage.

 

“1x4, let’s go to the bedroom,” he whispered when a cold hand slid under his shirt. He took 1x1x1x1’s hand gently and led him there.

 

Panic flooded 1x1x1x1—had he done something wrong? But 007n7 noticed and tried to calm him. “Shhh, we’re just going to get comfortable,” he murmured, gently pushing him onto the bed.

 

He began undressing, his gaze soft and affectionate, trying to ease his partner’s anxiety. He removed his boxers and straddled 1x1x1x1’s lap.

 

He stroked his hair gently and leaned in for a kiss.

 

His tail teased the dark legs beneath him, sending a shiver through both their bodies.

 

1x1x1x1 was still tense. The tenderness, the intimacy—it overwhelmed him in a good way, but also made him uncertain. He didn’t know what to do or where to touch. He just wanted to make 007n7 feel good.

 

He placed his hands on 007n7’s hips like he’d done many times before—but this time, he dug his nails in.

 

007n7 gasped from the sting, but the pain lit up his nerves like electricity—he moaned.

 

Startled by the sound, 1x1x1x1 pulled his hands away like he’d been burned. “No! It’s okay, 1x1x1x1,” 007n7 assured him, cupping his cheek. “That was a natural reaction.” He leaned in to kiss him again.

 

Kissing—they both loved that. So soft, so tender. But this time, there was more—a hunger they both shared.

 

1x1x1x1 let out a shaky breath when 007n7’s tail brushed his dick. “So eager... you’re going to feel amazing soon. I promise,” 007n7 whispered against his lips.

 

“I don’t know what this is, 007—please…” he whimpered as the tail pressed against him again. 007n7 chuckled softly, kissing him once more.

 

A gasp escaped 1x1x1x1’s lips as 007n7’s tongue slipped into his mouth. Pressure built low in his stomach—it felt too good. He needed more.

 

He clutched 007n7 tighter, grinding his hips up desperately.

 

“Want more?” 007n7 breathed, his voice thick with arousal. “Wait just a bit, 1x4—I need to prepare.”

 

He moaned as he felt a bulge rub against his backside.

 

“Tell me what to do, please,” 1x1x1x1 begged, desperate not to leave everything to 007n7.

 

“Just focus on what you’re feeling, 1x4. Don’t worry about me. This is new for you—I want you to enjoy it.”

 

He groaned again as 1x1x1x1’s strong arms wrapped around him, holding his waist tight.

 

“Explain this to me. I want to understand it.” His skin felt extra sensitive, his face flushed—maybe from embarrassment, but he didn’t really care.

 

“There aren’t words for this, 1x4… but if it hurts, you have to tell me. If you don’t want to go on, we stop.” He kissed the tear that escaped from 1x1x1x1’s eye. “Promise me you’ll speak up if something feels wrong.”

 

For the first time in a long time, 1x1x1x1 felt truly seen. The anxiety faded.

 

“I promise. I want to feel more of this—please.”

 

With that final plea, he allowed himself to relax, sinking back onto the soft bed he’d shared with 007n7 for so long.

 

“Let me make you feel good,” 007n7 whispered as he began undressing them both, occasionally kissing scars or caressing his body with reverent care.

 

His boxers came off, leaving his ass exposed. He began preparing himself with his tail, not wanting to make the other wait any longer—already feeling desperate for more pleasure.

 

He freed 1x1x1x1’s thick, leaking dick. Scooping up some of the precum, he used it as lube. His touch was gentle, savoring every expression and sound that escaped 1x1x1x1’s lips.

 

1x1x1x1’s hands found their way to his horns, caressing and gripping them. The killer noticed an unfamiliar gleam in the other’s eyes—one he couldn’t look away from. So, he kept touching the sensitive horns.

 

007n7 whimpered as 1x1x1x1’s fingers—now warm—traced along them. The body beneath him began to relax, and it made 1x1x1x1 feel good. He was doing something right, and it brought him joy.

 

He wanted to give 1x1x1x1 time to adapt—to the sensations, the pleasure he was experiencing.

 

But he was caught off guard when his back suddenly hit the mattress. His tail was gently moved aside, his entrance tightening around nothing, aching for more.

 

“Let me help,” 1x1x1x1 said. It wasn’t a request—but 007n7 understood the desperation and trusted him. He’d learned that the ex-killer was curious and restless by nature—but patience was… not their strong suit.

 

He gasped as one finger slid inside. Already stretched, he eagerly pushed back against it, craving more friction. 1x1x1x1 understood and added another finger, hungry to please the man beneath him.

 

007n7 spread his legs wider, giving 1x1x1x1 more space to settle between them.

 

1x1x1x1 felt his fingers being greedily sucked in by the tight heat, imagining what it would be like to slide his dick in instead. The thought made it throb with anticipation, driving him wild.

 

Now with three fingers inside, he leaned down to plant kisses along 007n7’s neck, hoping to coax more of those sweet sounds from him. Every gasp and moan sent sparks through his veins.

 

He was getting addicted—to the way 007n7 moved, the sounds he made, the warmth of his body.

 

“1x4!” 007n7 cried out suddenly, snapping 1x1x1x1 from his trance. Had he done something wrong? He froze, ready to pull away—but 007n7 kept him there.

 

“Don’t stop, please,” he said, his voice softening. “I-it’s not bad. You just found something that feels really good…” he murmured and kissed his forehead.

 

Still unsure, 1x1x1x1 resumed his movements, brushing that spot again.

 

“Yes! Right there—please,” 007n7 gasped, head falling back. “So good for me…” he praised, moaning as 1x1x1x1 repeatedly hit his prostate.

 

He was close to cumming—but remembered his main goal. Even lost in pleasure, he gently tapped 1x1x1x1’s chest with his tail. “Let’s go for something even better. Let me take it from here,” 007n7 said with a playful grin.

 

Switching positions, he pushed 1x1x1x1 onto his back again.

 

He aligned himself over 1x1x1x1’s fully erect dick, straddling him with his legs spread wide, his hands braced gently on his chest—not pressing, just anchoring, offering some reassurance.

 

Finally, he sank the head of the dick into himself. Both men moaned—1x1x1x1 overwhelmed with craving, gripping 007n7’s hips, desperate to thrust.

 

“Patience, 1x4,” 007n7 whispered, slowly lowering himself and removing the hands from his hips, his eyes locked on every reaction. He ran a hand softly down his chest in comfort.

 

“Please…” 1x1x1x1 didn’t know why he was begging. Everything was overwhelming—the tenderness, the heat, the tight grip around his dick. That strange sensation in his belly returned, addictive and intense.

 

He moaned when 007n7 finally took him all the way in, buried to the base. He looked up—007n7’s face was flushed, tear-streaked… but that stupid sweet smile and pink glasses remained. How were those still on? He didn’t ask.

 

007n7 was in bliss. It had been so long since he’d felt something like this, and though he knew he wouldn’t last, he wanted to make this experience special for 1x1x1x1. He focused entirely on that.

 

He began riding him—slow at first, steady and deliberate.

 

1x1x1x1 tried to speak, but words escaped him. Only gasps and moans flowed from his lips. His body burned hotter than before; the pressure in his gut returned even stronger.

 

He couldn’t think straight—but he didn’t care. He loved how 007n7 moved on him, how tight and warm his walls clung to him.

 

007n7 groaned as his prostate was struck again. He picked up the pace, pushing through the fatigue.

 

He paused when he saw fresh tears falling down 1x1x1x1’s cheeks. “Do you want to stop?” he asked gently, catching his breath.

 

“No. Why did you stop?” 1x1x1x1 frowned, gripping his hips tighter.

 

007n7 thought he might still be overwhelmed—but then he saw the hunger burning in those red eyes. “I just… needed a second,” he admitted, not entirely lying.

 

He resumed—now slamming down fully, taking every inch and grinding hard against his prostate.

 

“Your dick feels so good inside me~” he purred. “Mgh—so deep, 1x4,” he whimpered, crying out when 1x1x1x1 thrust up just as he came down, hitting a deeper spot.

 

1x1x1x1 felt his balls grow heavier. What’s happening? Something inside him begged to be released—and the need to let go consumed him. More tears fell, confusion across his face, but he didn’t stop.

 

They found a rhythm—slow, deep, intense.

 

The room echoed with skin-on-skin slaps, breathy moans filling the space.

 

Both men cried out—one louder than the other—but both lost in pleasure.

 

“007, please…”

 

“Shhh, 1x4… I’m close too—ah~ just let it happen, baby,” 007n7 whispered, leaning back for a better angle to hammer that sweet spot. “Trust me—ngh—”

 

His tail wrapped around one of 1x1x1x1’s legs, gripping tight as he came.

 

For a moment, he was overwhelmed—but the man beneath him kept thrusting up, not ready to stop.

 

1x1x1x1 saw 007n7 start to collapse and followed his instincts—fucking that tight heat harder. He pulled 007n7 down to rest on his chest, now seated upright on the bedframe.

 

“Mhg—1x4,” 007n7 sobbed, tears running down again. But he didn’t ask him to stop. Instead, he pressed closer, hiding his face in the other’s neck.

 

“You’re doing so good—just like that…” The overstimulation hurt, but his body still craved more.

 

1x1x1x1 couldn’t say anything. He just wanted to release—just like 007n7 had. Would it feel the same? Would it be just as intense? Would it hurt?

 

Fear tried to return—but 007n7’s moans and gentle touches urged him forward.

 

“Ah~ 1x1x1x1, I know you’re feeling something strange,” 007n7 gasped, their rhythm faltering slightly. “Just let it out…”

 

“I wasn’t planning to stop,” 1x1x1x1 growled, not wanting this to end.

 

007n7 wiped his tears, feeling 1x1x1x1’s dick swell inside him.

 

And then—release.

 

All the tension melted. 1x1x1x1’s body went limp, spent. His nerves were ablaze with aftershocks, his skin overly sensitive.

 

“Well done, 1x4…” 007n7 whispered, kissing his face all over, wiping away sweat and tears.

 

1x1x1x1’s body felt like jelly—and it irritated him.

 

“It’s normal to feel like that, 1x4,” 007n7 reassured, shifting slightly. “We can clean up later. Let’s sleep.” He eased off the still-hard dick, warm release spilling between their legs.

 

“Sounds… good…” 1x1x1x1 murmured, already fading into exhaustion.

 

007n7 smiled, repositioning them. He lay on his back, pulling 1x1x1x1 down to rest on his chest. His fingers lazily combed through the other’s platinum hair, listening to his breathing slow.

 

Finally, he removed the glasses (which definitely need

ed cleaning) and placed them on the nightstand.

 

They’d have more practice, of course—but for a first time?

 

He thought it went very well.

 

His tail swayed with satisfaction as sleep slowly claimed him, a warm smile on his lips.

 

Notes:

So I exceeded the tag limit, what? Anyway, they won't be updating anymore then! Stay tuned for the chapter summaries :3

Uhmmm sorry for not updating this as often as before haha, it's just that I have a temporary job :(

Hey, I recently posted a new PoisonBurger work, you can check it out>3

Thanks for reading💗

Chapter 18: 🥀🫂 007n7 — Be okay

Summary:

Could I please have some angst with a happy ending?

007n7 is having a very hard time with c00lk1d as a killer, wanting his baby boy to remember, and ends up skipping meals for a week straight, leaving him weak to the killers.
The others, survivors and killers, clock it immediately, and only step in when 07 ends up talking to one of Mafioso's boys, who catches him all alone at a dock, seeing him cry, with a bloody knife neraby, and hearing him just beg to die.

Maybe seeing c00lk1d remember his dad, could be whatever you want, just please have it have a happy ending.

—Minori_Iida

Notes:

A bit long because I really didn't want to split up a 'One'Shot again lol

Uhhh this is more distressing I think, but it has different points of view. It's also my first time writing in first person, sorry if there's a mistake

It does not contain ships, although you can take them as platonic or not...

Tw: Mention of self-harm/Implicit self-harm

 

He thought being banished to the Banlands and leaving his son behind was the worst punishment imaginable.

 

He was wrong.

 

Now he’s running from that very son—who’s trying to kill him—and he knows with awful certainty that this hell is the real punishment. And though he’s sure he deserves it, he can’t stop weeping for his beloved child, an innocent soul dragged into this forsaken place.

 

The first time he froze, the others noticed but did little more than shove him forward.

 

Elliot watched them all. Bitterness still flooded his mind, yet his heart wouldn’t let him abandon the man to his fate, so he stuck by him those first few rounds.

 

It was in the sixth match with his son that the truth finally hit him.

 

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____

 

I was sprinting toward a corner, the screams of my “teammates” echoing behind me. Useless as ever, all I could do was hide.

 

Laughter ricocheted through the… map? Tears blurred my vision when I recognized that laugh—C00lkidd.

 

My sweet boy, twisted and warped so he could play this sick game of chase-and-kill. I know he’d never do this on his own; hyperactive and maybe a budding pyromaniac, sure, but hurting others for fun? Never.

 

When I saw him that first time, I refused to accept it. The gentle child I’d raised—failed to protect—now turned into a monster…

 

He doesn’t deserve this fate. I do. But I couldn’t bear to look at him, so I bolted whenever I heard him nearby.

 

My nights of “rest” became stretches of nightmare and insomnia. Distorted laughter invaded every dream. Happy memories curdled into scenes of terror and regret.

 

Elliot was patient at first. I was deeply grateful—but now all I want is to die again.

 

Running from my own son was easy. Facing the fact he no longer saw me as his father—that was agony.

 

Every hit hurt, but when C00lkidd caught me the first time, he was merciless.

 

Those deep, dark eyes bored straight into my soul, as if he could see every vile thing I’d ever done, judging each choice I’d made.

 

Tears streamed down my face as he started laughing. Lack of air made my body thrash for escape, yet against every instinct I held back; I could not harm my son.

 

Was he even still my son? That tall, starved red beast with dagger-like limbs and a mind bent on blood?

 

My body quit. The world went black. I prayed it was the end—only to wake in the main cabin, bitterly disappointed.

 

In the rounds that followed I kept my distance, hearing the sentinels stun him with blows, or the supports lay traps and weapons. I also heard him scream, “I’ll tell my dad!”—but he never ran to my arms, never spoke a word to me. That shattered my heart.

 

For some reason, C00lkidd grew even more brutal toward me after that first death.

 

Where he’d pin the others to a wall and spear them cleanly through chest or throat, I’d be beaten, tossed like a rag doll, left barely alive—just so he could drive the sword into my skull.

 

It hurt, but I said nothing. ‘He’s not to blame,’ I shouted at Elliot whenever he scolded me for letting my son kill me. Eventually the pizza guy tired of the pointless arguments and walked off, leaving me to suffer as I deserved.

 

The rest simply watched, and I don’t blame them. Some didn’t really know my connection to the killer; those who did apparently didn’t care. I assumed as much.

 

Guilt seeped in—slow, relentless.

 

I felt useless to the team. The thing I’d fought to hide emerged: the only way to survive stood right in front of me.

 

C00LGUI.

 

I’d sworn never to use it again, not even in real trouble. I had to set a good example for C00lkidd—and I failed. That crimson panel is proof of my failure.

 

Now, forced to rely on it, I can’t even help the others—only myself. The frustration gnaws at me.

 

I’m a waste of space.

 

A nobody.

 

“A failure,” Elliot would say—and I wouldn’t disagree.

 

I sighed, heading to my cabin—the farthest, coldest one. I didn’t want to bother anyone, least of all with my pathetic company.

 

I saw it in their faces—most of them disliked me. That’s fine, I get it, I told myself every night, tears flooding my eyes.

 

I longed for someone to sit with me, to ask if I was okay—even though I’d always answer with that useless, “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

 

I hate it here, but it’s what I deserve… isn’t it?

 

I hated disorder, so I kept the cabin spotless. «“Who’s going to visit you?”» I’d mutter each morning. My son certainly wouldn’t come back. The thought still hurts more than I can bear.

 

Everything’s become mechanical: wake up, clean, survive, return.

 

I don’t want to be here anymore.

 

«8Ut th]$ |s wh@t y0u d€s£rve» a voice whispers at the back of my mind whenever I consider ending it all.

 

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The tears return. Every day I slip back into my pathetic routine.

 

---

 

It was just another morning—if mornings even exist here. Time means nothing: always night, always dark, always cold.

 

Some habits die hard, though. I couldn’t sleep again; bones always crack somewhere after a nightmare, yet I’m getting used to it.

 

I rose to find food. Lately I’d had no appetite—especially with the heavy, judging stares of the other survivors—and I’d slink away, not wanting to make them more uncomfortable.

 

But I’m still human. I need food.

 

Wearing a worn-out hoodie and dragging my spirits behind me, I headed for the main cabin. No one should be there—too early for normal people, anyway.

 

I slipped inside, trying not to make a sound, as if my life depended on it (which, in a twisted way, it does).

 

The kitchen was warm as always—the hub for everything: meetings, dinners, breakfasts, board games. They never invited me, so I never pushed to join; it’s painfully clear they can’t stand me outside the matches.

 

That’s fine. A familiar pressure gripped my chest—a pain I should be numb to by now.

 

I shook my head, willing the thoughts away.

 

My stomach growled, so I started hunting for food. Elliot always made pizzas—apparently they give us the energy and health we need (for some bizarre reason)—but I knew there had to be something else.

 

Before I could keep searching, I heard the door open.

 

“Shit,” I whispered, backing away from the pantry. Goodbye, sad little sandwich. I glanced at the bread one last time before shutting the door.

 

“007n7?” a deep voice called. “Oh, hey, Guest1337. Sorry if I’m intruding on your kitchen time,” I mumbled with a crooked smile, eyes dropping to the floor.

 

I didn’t wait for a reply—just left, stomach aching worse than before. Back to my sweet, solitary cabin. Great.

 

---

____

 

Guest grimaced at the formal name. It had been ages since he spoke that stiffly to anyone, but he figured he barely talked to the ex-hacker at all.

 

He noticed 007n7 trembling like a leaf—must be the cold, he thought, and let it go.

 

Why was he even here? The question felt stupid, yet considering he almost never saw 007n7 outside his cabin or the matches, it struck him as odd. Now that he thought about it, he rarely saw him in the main cabin—only when he’d survived an LMS run, if he was lucky, or if he died after Guest. But never at meetings or mealtime.

 

Maybe he was looking for a bite but left suddenly. Maybe he’d already eaten. Shrugging, Guest made himself a proper sandwich before training, never noticing there wasn’t a single dirty dish or sign that 007n7 had eaten anything.

 

One by one the survivors trickled in, ready to gear up for another day of staying alive.

 

Everyone followed their routines—none included greeting 007n7. The ex-hacker avoided them like the plague, so they’d long since stopped trying.

 

Without warning, a round began, catching several off guard—but they fought anyway.

 

Mafioso seized the moment, caring nothing for fairness, hunting them down with his aides.

 

Noob fainted mid-chase after downing a BloxyCola on an empty stomach, letting the killer finish him in a few blows.

 

Chance and Taph wobbled from hunger yet managed to scrape by (though Chance still died when a bomb exploded in his face).

 

The rest handled it better, but 007n7 was the standout.

 

Spotting a chance to help, he had no clue why his teammates’ performance tanked, yet any distraction from his own thoughts was welcome.

 

He discovered he could use his clones as shields, protecting sentinels as they took damage. Elliot tried to assist them but was skewered by Consigliere’s sword.

 

Builderman’s dispensers were smashed minutes after he set them up in key spots.

 

007n7 backed up Shedletsky, dragging him to Taph’s nest, where another dispenser was humming away.

 

Exhausted, he knew losing all day would have consequences for everyone—and hiding through an entire match only to lose to five enemies would be humiliating. The others would definitely hate him for it.

 

Shedletsky just watched him go, munching on a piece of chicken. “Huh. Interesting,” he muttered, shrugged, and started patching himself up to return to the fight.

 

---

 

Mafioso’s grin vanished when the single dad’s annoying clones kept crossing his path, blocking kills and bewildering his own henchmen.

 

Unexpected—yet a welcome challenge.

He sent his aides to hunt poor 007n7 while he continued dueling the blue soldier in front of him.

 

Contractee found the ex-hacker first, luring Soldier in so they could ambush him—one ahead, one behind, eyes glued to the real man so they didn’t stab a clone by mistake.

 

But before they closed in, 007n7 collapsed.

 

“So boring,” Soldier muttered, padding closer.

 

Contractee watched him stop short, then stepped nearer—only to freeze at the unmistakable sound of retching.

 

Ugh, gross. Neither went closer, though curiosity gnawed: if he was sick, shouldn’t someone look after him? Even killers tended to their own. Are the others sick, too? Soldier grimaced, then shrugged it off—everyone else only seemed a bit dazed; maybe the round had started too suddenly.

 

Oblivious to the two stares, 007n7 felt wretched. He’d skipped so many meals that his stomach had nothing to bring up, so acid scorched his throat; he wept as more threatened to rise. Next week, help less, he thought bitterly—support isn’t my thing anyway.

 

Contractee saw the tears and, oddly concerned, crept closer but kept his distance from the mess. “Hey, man, you okay?” 007n7 flinched at the voice.

 

Stifling gag after gag, he braced against a crumbled wall. “I—I’m fine,” he croaked, unconvincing, and the two killers let it slide—maybe the humiliation was punishment enough. Contractee almost offered comfort; where were this guy’s friends?

 

They didn’t hear Shedletsky approach. He stunned Soldier first, then barreled into Contractee, hurling him onto his partner. Grabbing 007n7 by the forearm, he shoved him into a run—thinking he’d been cornered, not caught midway through vomiting.

 

The world spun for 007n7; dark spots warned a second too late before he fainted. He managed to crawl into Taph’s nest, where the sniper watched him collapse in alarm.

 

Shedletsky and Taph traded helpless looks.

“🫵💪🍔🙏,” Taph signed, hoping the ex-admin understood anything. “🍔😵😴,” Shedletsky grunted back, half-deciphering the emoji charades. He dragged 007n7 to a dispenser for healing.

 

Final seconds ticked down; Taph and Shedletsky sagged with relief. 007n7 was still unconscious, but that barely mattered.

 

Moments later they were all pulled back to the main cabin, wounds gone—yet the ex-hacker remained sprawled on the table.

 

Guest hurried to check him; with the Specter’s cleanse no dirt or gashes remained, but the man felt disturbingly light. Saying nothing, Guest laid him on the battered sofa.

 

Hours passed. 007n7 wouldn’t wake, worrying some, though no one could do much. Guest found no fever, no obvious sickness. Dussekar and Elliot refused to examine him—too many opinions, too many scars—so the soldier took charge.

 

The sofa was hardly ideal, but 007n7’s cabin was distant and Guest’s own was tiny. He sighed at the options.

 

Just then, 007n7 stirred.

 

He didn’t feel good, just… not as awful. Groping for his glasses, he realized he didn’t know where he was.

 

“Glad you’re awake, 007n7,” Guest said, handing them over with a small, steady smile. The man started trembling again. “Cold? I can fetch a blanket.”

 

“No!” he blurted, panicked. “Sorry, Guest1337. Thanks, but I’m fine.” Another lie—Guest saw through it but let it be.

 

“Just ‘Guest,’ please. Dinner’s soon; you should eat.” Mercifully, the Specter had exempted him from the next rounds, and only Noob and Guest seemed willing to keep an eye on him.

 

“Hmm… thanks, but I’m not hungry.” Liar. When will you stop lying, 007n7? the inner voice sneered. He frowned.

 

“I insist.” Guest’s face held no judgment, only resolve. 007n7’s chest tightened; his eyes stung. “Okay, I guess.” He rubbed at them, hiding the moisture.

 

He slid the glasses on, stood, swayed—Guest noticed but said nothing—and shuffled toward the dining hall with the soldier close behind.

 

---

 

Dinner was… awkward. The lively chatter died the moment 007n7 entered; warmth curdled into something colder.

 

Guest nudged him forward and sat beside him, offering a sliver of kindness. Tears threatened again; 007n7 bowed his head.

 

“Thanks,” he whispered when a slice of pizza appeared on his plate. Do I deserve this? I wasn’t even in today’s matches, I did nothing.

 

Nausea made every bite feel like lead, yet he forced himself to chew. He was barely halfway through when the sickness grew worse, but his stomach rumbled loud enough to fill the room. Mortification burned his cheeks.

 

“Well, somebody’s hungry,” Chance joked, trying to break the tension.

 

“You should eat a bit more,” Guest murmured. Shame swelled hotter. “No, really—I just feel off today,” 007n7 muttered, face blazing red.

 

“My food makes you sick?” Elliot asked—not angry, just worried that his cooking hurt someone.

 

“No! I’m just unwell, Elliot.” He met the pizza-maker’s eyes, expecting a scowl; instead he saw… pity? Something else. The confusion pounded against his headache.

 

Overheating under the stares, he finished the slice. “Thanks for dinner, Elliot,” he said, and nearly bolted.

 

Guest started to follow, but Builderman’s look said give him space. Space—something 007n7 had in excess and no longer wanted.

 

 

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____

 

I fled the cabin, shame and tears choking me.

«¥o∆ d€serv3 πh/s.» “Shut up,” I hissed at the voice. But do I? The world seemed to shrink, darkness closing in. I slammed my own cabin door.

 

Cold and loneliness greeted me, faithful companions.

 

Go on, cry. No one will hear you. True—no one ever came here. Why hold back?

 

The pizza churned, sent me racing to the bathroom. Greasy food never sat right since I started skipping meals; with so many eyes on me, I’d forced it down.

 

“Pathetic,” I muttered when it was gone. The mirror reflected a useless, solitary wreck. What have I become?

 

I washed my face, heading for bed—but blackness swept in.

 

Suddenly I was in C00l Carnival.

 

Another round—during rest hour, of course. The Specter loved torment.

 

I darted for a hiding place—and came face-to-face with C00lkidd. Laughter echoed, freezing me.

 

Then… people swarmed in, atmosphere shifting from hostile to festive. C00lkidd wasn’t the monster; he was the sweet child I’d raised.

 

What twisted torture is this? Trembling, I edged closer, desperate to hug him again. My precious boy.

 

---

____

 

Elliot and Guest prowled the map after losing track of most survivors—no bodies, no screams. Unease clung like ice. The Specter had dumped them into a round mid-dinner; they were exhausted but still fighting to live.

 

Silence followed like an executioner. The air felt heavier, different.

 

They soon spotted 007n7—standing unnaturally still, staring at something they couldn’t see.

 

“Think he’s eyeballing the killer?” Elliot whispered, slipping behind Guest.

 

“I’ll check—go get the others if it goes south,” Guest ordered, stepping forward. Elliot sprinted off.

 

Guest halted when 007n7 began moving. C00lkidd stood before him, murmuring words Guest couldn’t catch.

 

A sudden peel of laughter from C00lkidd startled Guest, but he held back—curious. 007n7 seemed… handling it?

 

He edged closer to listen.

 

“You say the funniest things,” C00lkidd giggled, not attacking.

 

“It’s the truth, please—believe me,” 007n7 sobbed, seeing the child, not the beast.

 

“We can play pretend if you like! PrettyPrincess says I’m good at that,” C00lkidd offered. Pretend? Guest frowned.

 

“Just… just a hug, my boy,” 007n7 begged, collapsing, arms wrapping his own torso for comfort he’d never regain.

 

“Dad!” C00lkidd squealed, delighted, rushing in for the embrace.

 

Guest tensed as 007n7’s bones cracked under that eager grip—but neither seemed to care.

 

Footsteps approached—then screams.

 

Heat flood

ed the air; the stench of burning flesh filled their lungs.

 

Horrified, they watched flames engulf 007n7. He clung to C00lkidd until his charred body sagged in those crimson arms.

 

“Let’s do it again, Father,” C00lkidd whispered before the world snapped back to the main cabin.

 

007n7 was gone.

 

---

 

007n7 hadn’t left his cabin since that day. He was always the first to die, always the first to step out and vanish—just to avoid facing the people he once called his team.

 

Even the killers had noticed the shift in the pathetic father’s demeanor. He didn’t fight back anymore—just stood there, waiting to be taken. They didn’t like it; they preferred a struggle. But it gave them more time, and that was all that mattered here.

 

Contractee felt sick watching his boss cut the man down again. The guy was clearly still unwell, and no one on his side had done anything—nothing to help, nothing to care. It gnawed at him, twisted in his chest like guilt he couldn’t shake. But he couldn’t change anything… all he could do was drag out the suffering of the others, make them pay for leaving one of their own to rot.

 

The other mafialings noticed how off Contractee had been lately. They knew he wasn’t like them—not yet. Still too young, too raw to hide what he felt, to smother the empathy burning in his gut. And maybe, deep down, even they felt a sliver of pity for the ex-hacker. But in this place? Pity was dangerous. Compassion got you killed.

 

Asking the other killers to be gentle with 007n7? A joke. The kids didn’t even understand half the things they said.

 

“We can’t do anything for him,” Caporegime sighed, leaning his head back as he tossed down his losing hand.

 

“We could,” Contractee insisted, frustration leaking into his voice. “His idiotic team lets him die over and over. Honestly? Giving us more time with this mess is better than watching him spiral like this.”

 

“Well, C00lkidd did say that guy was his ‘dad’ or something now,” Soldier offered, half-amused. “Maybe he could talk to him. The guy runs away from anyone who’s not his ‘son.’”

 

“Or we could try to find the survivors’ cabin. See what the hell is going on over there.” Consigliere's voice was heavy with suspicion. The assassins weren’t allowed near the cabins—but no one had said anything about their minions.

 

“You sure about that?” he growled. “I don’t wanna bump into that damn soldier or that idiot Chance.”

 

“We’re not risking much,” Caporegime muttered, already gathering his cards. “Let’s just hope I don’t end up regretting this.”

 

---

_____

 

My body still burned.

 

Even after all this time… I still feel it.

 

Faking it helped for a while. Pretending. Smiling. Enduring. But the truth always finds me. I always end up here.

 

There was a spark of something—hope maybe—when C00lkidd hugged me. For that brief, fragile moment, the pain didn’t matter. Nothing did… except holding him, being near him.

 

It didn’t last. It never does. Just enough to remind me what it feels like… before it’s torn away again.

 

I saw their faces—my teammates—staring at me with wide, helpless eyes. But what could they do? Really?

 

So I returned to my cabin. Alone. Again.

 

Was it the right choice? Of course not. But what else was there? Every other path felt unreachable, suffocating, impossible.

 

I heard them knock. Again. Again. Again.

 

Noob and Guest spoke through the door, told me to eat something, to come talk, to stop isolating. But no one ever truly offered. They didn’t mean it.

 

“Nothing’s ever enough for me,” I whispered, voice hoarse and hollow, the words curdled in my throat.

 

Nights grew hotter. Like the fire had found its way inside me again—curling, licking, searing through every muscle. Every movement was pain. Every breath another burden.

 

«¥0u d£s3rve th[$.»

 

Maybe I did. Maybe I still do.

 

Maybe even this wasn’t enough. Maybe I needed to hurt more.

 

With trembling hands and a half-dead resolve, I dragged myself into the bathroom. The razor had been hidden there for a long time. I knew I’d need it again.

 

I brushed the blade gently across my skin, watching as a thin red line bloomed beneath it.

 

Something warm, something real. Finally.

 

Blood spilled across the floor in quiet rivers. Tears blurred the edges of my vision until I couldn’t see where one pain ended and the other began.

 

I was tired. So goddamn tired. Of being here. Of carrying everything. Of being nothing.

 

I stumbled out of the cabin, body failing, heart already numb. A new match had started, and I wasn’t in it. Thank God.

 

I wandered to the docks, where the false ocean beat against the wood like it, too, was screaming.

 

Can I stain the sea?

 

---

____

Hours passed. Thankfully, Mafioso hadn’t come out to “play.” Still, the mafialings had memorized the route, just in case they ever needed to return.

 

“I’m not going back with you,” Consigliere muttered, pushing away the overgrown brush in front of him, eager to return and clean his blade.

 

“Ugh, it’s just the three of us,” Contractee mumbled, sticking close behind Caporegime. “And I’ve got a feeling we’re close.”

 

“God, no. You have the worst instincts,” Soldier groaned as he tripped over a tree root. “Why don’t we just follow the river? Way better guide than your feelings.”

 

“Fine. But if we don’t find anything, we’re heading back,” Caporegime said, leading them toward the riverbank. The dim (fake) moonlight filtered through the trees, and he still clicked on his flashlight to watch his step.

 

“Think his team actually did anything for him?” Contractee asked. “I mean… C00lkidd said he set his ‘dad’ on fire or something.”

 

The kid hadn’t seemed sure about it, visibly uneasy when he’d brought the man up at dinner once.

 

They remembered what he’d said. All of it. And when they pieced it together, something clicked. Some of the fragmented stories, the mismatched memories—007n7 might actually be C00lkidd’s father.

 

But the boy had denied it.

 

They didn’t trust his memory. They liked him—sure—but they knew the Specter had messed with all their minds. Every single one. No exceptions. It didn’t just warp memories. It festered anger. Buried resentment. Lit a fuse.

 

Still… 007n7’s panel and C00lkidd’s? Too similar. The dumb clones? Another “coincidence.” But no one had ever asked the man directly if he had a son.

 

“Those idiots are more stubborn than John Doe and Guest666 combined,” Consigliere growled as he crouched by the river. He squinted. “Is it normal for the water to be red? Maybe something died upstream.”

 

“There’s nothing alive in this place. Not unless the survivors’ side has something weird going on,” Caporegime replied grimly. He knew a bit about this hell—they all did. The Specter was too lazy to manage real life here. No animals. No ecosystem. The trees and water were dead.

 

“Then we’re getting close,” Contractee muttered, tightening his grip on his board.

 

The forest began to thin. Shrubs replaced the trees. Sand crept under their boots.

 

“Looks like we’re on an island,” Caporegime muttered, annoyed. “And we’re doing all this for you, kid.”

 

“There!” Contractee pointed ahead, ignoring him. That stupid hamburger hat finally came in handy.

 

Soldier and Caporegime both heard Consigliere gasp—and then they saw him run.

 

He rushed toward the collapsed figure, Contractee right behind him.

 

The two knelt beside 007n7’s motionless body. The others caught up seconds later.

 

Consigliere’s hands were stained red as he tried desperately to stop the bleeding.

 

“My son…” That’s all the broken man could whisper before he went limp in Consigliere’s arms.

 

“Damn it. I swear, when I see those bastards, I’m gonna break their necks,” Contractee hissed, ripping off his vest to press into the worst of the wounds.

 

“Stop the bleeding first,” Consigliere snapped, lowering the man gently onto the dock. What if Contractee hadn’t insisted on finding him?

 

No one knew what happened if someone died in the resting zone.

 

No one had even considered that someone could.

 

They were so focused on the dying man before them… they didn’t hear the chaos creeping closer from behind.

 

---

 

Guest wanted to reach out to 007n7, especially after hearing the story Elliot had told them. As a father, he understood why he acted that way toward his son. He didn’t justify it—but he understood. The pain, the helplessness. If he were in the same position with his daughter, he’d want to hold her again too.

 

So, he left the camp to look for him, despite the others’ protests. He didn’t understand why they were still afraid. From what he knew, 007n7 had left his past behind—and his panel was barely functional now. He didn’t seem dangerous anymore.

 

“We’re a team here, and whether you like it or not, he’s one of us now. I get that some of you have history with him… but as far as we know, there’s no way out of this hell. So either you drown in your grudges, or you move forward.” He said it firmly, then walked off in search of the lone father.

 

He knew the forest was off-limits. Any time someone tried to enter, they got a warning. The cabins were also usually restricted—except for 007n7’s.

 

With determination, he headed there, only to find the door wide open. That set off every alarm in his mind.

 

He stepped inside cautiously, eyes scanning the darkness before flipping the light on. Everything looked… tidy. Some dust on the shelves. Like no one had been living there.

 

Except for the blood. Faint droplets leading out the door again.

 

Blood? There was nothing in this place that could hurt them—except…

 

The realization hit him like a punch to the chest, and he bolted out the door.

 

Where would he go?! he thought, panic rising. Before he could shout, he spotted distant silhouettes on the dock.

 

Even in the dark, he recognized them—the mafialings. What were they doing there? Had they hurt him? He ran toward them, not caring who heard.

 

“Get away from him!”

 

His voice echoed across the camp. It wasn’t that big—any loud sound would be heard.

 

The others came out to see what was happening.

 

Shedletsky was the first to react, watching as Guest sprinted toward the dock, where shadowy figures stood around something… someone. The rest followed, hesitant but tense.

 

“Stop right there!” Caporegime and Soldier stepped forward to shield Contractee and Consigliere.

 

Guest saw 007n7 lying there—bleeding. Blood trickled across a wooden plank and reached his shoes.

 

“What are you doing here?! What did you do to him?” he demanded, fists clenched in rage.

 

“Us?! This is your fault!” Contractee shouted, stepping away from the now-stable 007n7 and leaving him in Consigliere’s care. “Take one more step and I’ll hang every part of you from the trees!” he snarled, trying to charge the survivors, only to be held back by Caporegime.

 

“Contractee, control yourself!” he barked, pushing the younger one back.

 

Guest felt the guilt claw its way into his chest. His suspicion had been correct.

 

He held Shedletsky back when he came into view. “There are more of us than you.”

 

“If you really care about your… teammate, I suggest you keep your distance.” So they wanted to play the threat game too.

 

The other survivors approached one by one. As they recognized the situation, anxiety and guilt spread among them. The air itself felt heavy with it.

 

“This… could’ve been avoided,” someone muttered under their breath.

 

They understood the message—for the sake of Contractee, for their own dignity, they’d have to carry this burden now.

 

Shame settled in. Guilt settled deeper. They were right—this could have been avoided. But now all they could do was pray things wouldn’t get worse.

 

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In the days that followed, the mafialings stayed close to 007n7—acting like his personal bodyguards. Mafioso had been annoyed at first, but Contractee somehow convinced him to let them care for the man.

 

Over time, they grew attached in their own strange way. It had been a long time since they’d had a real job… a real purpose. Now, they had one: protect him.

 

At first, 007n7 was overwhelmed—crying in shame for having been found like that, for being seen. Guest eventually managed to reach him and offer comfort. He was the only one the mafialings allowed near him, and only under supervision.

 

Elliot felt guilty too. But no words came. Instead, he brought hot meals and left folded notes with handwritten apologies scrawled across entire pages.

 

It was awkward for everyone—but they got through it. Still, the tension never fully disappeared. The guilt always returned—whenever they saw 007n7 withdraw again, pulling away like a ghost of who he once was.

 

They all realized how badly they had failed him. How much they had let him slip through the cracks. The bond between them had shattered. Things would never be the same.

 

But maybe, just maybe… they could try to make it better.

 

007n7 gave them a chance. And now they wanted to make it count.

 

Soon after, the mafialings left the area, promising they’d be back.

 

007n7 felt alone again. But Guest stayed. That was more than he’d expected. More than he felt he deserved.

 

The stares from the others hurt. The cautious distance, the discomfort—it all dug into him like fresh wounds. But he understood. It had to be this way.

 

The guilt for what he had done slowly began to fade—especially after talking with Contractee. That strange, loudmouthed kid. He couldn’t help but smile remembering all the absurd things the mafialings used to say. He’d miss that.

 

The mafialings had tried their best to get 007n7 to talk about his son—firmly believing that C00lkidd was the ex-hacker’s child. And now, they had a new mission.

 

They knew the boy’s mind was still clouded, still altered. But they would stop at nothing to help him remember.

 

They didn’t get far—until Guest made a request: a drawing of C00lkidd.

 

The mafialings blinked in confusion, but once again… they had nothing to lose.

 

“You guys are weird,” C00lkidd muttered when they asked him to draw his dad—or whatever he remembered of him.

 

In the end, the boy handed over a messy scrawl—but the figures were recognizable. Barely. If they ever made it out of this place, they’d buy him art lessons.

 

When they gave the drawing to 007n7… they felt a sting of guilt.

 

He collapsed in front of them—no longer hiding his tears, no longer ashamed in front of those who had saved him.

 

The drawing wasn’t perfect. But it looked too much like the one he’d kept taped to the fridge… back in the world outside this hell.

 

“I don’t know how to thank you for everything you’ve done for me,” he whispered, holding the paper like it was the last lifeline of a sinking ship.

 

The mafialings and Guest watched him quietly. Soldier reached out, gently patting 007n7’s back to help him calm down.

 

Soon, 007n7 started to try again. The mafialings assured him the boy was fighting back against the Specter’s control. He was trying—trying to remember.

 

007n7 accepted that things would never be the same. The past had been twisted, altered. But that was okay.

 

His son remembered him now. Even if it broke every bone in his body, he would never stop loving him.

 

What he felt would never leave. But now… he wasn’t alone.

 

And that was enough.

 

The whispers… finally stopped—once he accepted that everything would be okay. And he let a small spark of hope find a home in his heart.

 

 

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When I read your beautiful comments

Notes:

Yes, I know the ending was kind of miserable, I tried to make it better but it would be much longer and I really don't know what came to mind much, sorry about that. TOT

 

How do I add images to notes? Help

Anyway, I'll open the requests again on Friday, I just want to work a little more on the works I have.

The ending is to relieve tension, on purpose because I haven't responded to any comments (I like to respond to comments).

Hehe the whispers aren't entirely from Specter🤫

Uhhh I really struggled with writing Taph's dialogue3

Chapter 19: 🔥⚠️ DoomHacker — Anything for him.

Summary:

Uhm and you put me in priority when you open them btw, Doomx007 a continuation of the previous req, maybe The plot takes place after that, like a few weeks. Doom was left wanting more of the dilf grrr

It's also NonCon, however you want to do it but there is dacriphk

—Kevin

Notes:

Tw: There is rape.

If you don't like it, don't read it and don't comment shit uhhh

Another dirty request from Kevin, just why did I make his request, my cat needed to eat😞

It was a pleasant day. 007e7 and C00lkidd were playing in my living room. 007e7 had arrived early to officially welcome C00lkidd, saying the little rascal deserved a party.

 

I wasn’t against it, but ever since the incident a few weeks ago, I’ve been... paranoid, according to 007e7.

 

No one knows what happened, and no one should. It was my fault. I was just glad the administrators kept their word and let me stay with my child.

 

Hearing C00lkidd’s laughter always sparks a bit of hope in me, gives me faith that I can change for the better—for him. That’s why I’ll protect him from everything, even if my dignity goes down the drain. I’d do anything for him.

 

“Hey, 007, is it okay if I take this little guy to sleep over with BluuDud?” 007e7 lifted C00lkidd and walked over to me.

 

“Oh sure… Wouldn’t it be better if BluuDud came here instead?” Maybe I’m getting too paranoid, but I didn’t want to leave the safety of my home.

 

“Yes! We could make dinner for everyone and maybe invite 118o8 and 226w6 with the kids too.” 007e7’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Sounds great, I’ll take care of dinner, e7.”

 

There was no argument. My cousin started calling everyone, and C00lkidd was already asleep in my arms. I gently stroked his cheek and kissed his forehead before laying him down in his crib.

 

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While I was starting dinner, I noticed a few things were missing. It had been a while since I went out, but now I felt a bit better. Just a little.

 

As I was leaving the store with my groceries, I felt someone’s gaze on me. I felt uneasy, vulnerable, but when I looked around—nothing.

 

“Maybe it’s just my imagination,” I mumbled, heading to the car 007e7 had lent me. The feeling of being watched lingered, but I tried not to let it get to me.

 

Even when I got home, I turned around again, looking for that stare. Paranoid, I rushed inside with the bags and locked the door.

 

“You okay, n7?” 118o8 noticed my unease, but I didn’t want to worry them.

 

“Yeah, I just didn’t want dinner to get too late. But I brought everything!” I laughed nervously, trying to shift their attention.

 

It worked, at least partially. I finally went to the kitchen to start cooking.

 

The kids’ laughter brought me peace, and the sensation of being watched faded away.

 

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Dinner was great. The kids, ravenous, devoured the food—thankfully, I had made way too much just in case.

 

“The food was amazing, n7! You’ve really improved.” The words made my chest feel warm. “Going from burning tortillas to restaurant-quality meals? What happened?” 118o8 joked while cleaning up BluuDud’s mess.

 

“C00lkidd’s growing up so fast. I’ve got to learn to cook more than just mush or rice now.” I lovingly stroked my boy’s head, noticing him nodding off again.

 

9:37 PM. Wow, time flies.

 

The others noticed me glancing at the clock. “Don’t worry, we’ll let you rest,” 226w6 said, looking at his daughter asleep in his arms. “But I’ll come by tomorrow to help with your job application.”

 

“Of course, I’ll be waiting.” I laid C00lkidd on the couch while I started cleaning up. The others helped, so it went quickly.

 

By 10 PM, it was just me and my son.

 

We went upstairs, changed into matching shark pajamas, and came back down to brush his little fangs.

 

“Dad, teeth,” he murmured sleepily. His fangs had come in early, and he’d been in pain for days. Thankfully, the worst passed quickly—faster than I expected. I figured it was because of his unique anatomy.

 

I let out a deep sigh and turned around, finishing up his bedtime routine.

 

Relieved to be closer to my own bed.

 

Until the doorbell rang.

 

My hands trembled, but C00lkidd’s whines brought me back. “Hang on, baby,” I whispered, hugging him closer to my chest.

 

I hid my horns under the pajama hood and cautiously opened the door.

 

Maybe I should’ve paid more attention to my surroundings.

 

______

 

Doombringer stood in front of us, towering as always. His hammer rested on his shoulder, helmet still in place.

 

C00lkidd would’ve probably said something, gasping with surprise and excitement at seeing someone else with horns like his. Just as red, too—but he was already dozing off on my shoulder.

 

007n7 paled at the sight of the high-ranking admin. Flashbacks hit him, but he refused to spiral.

 

“What are you doing here?” he muttered through gritted teeth, frowning hard at the man before him.

 

Doombringer didn’t reply. He just stared at the child in his arms. Was it his? Impossible. 007n7 couldn’t carry life—and if he did the math, he’d know. Less than six months had passed since their… encounter.

 

The boy looked at least a year old. It couldn’t be his. But the idea made him feel oddly warm.

 

“I think we should talk in private,” Doombringer said, still watching the boy. Then he stepped inside the ex-hacker’s home.

 

He studied 007n7’s posture—the way he trembled, clutching his son like he was the only thing he had left, shielding him from the creature before him.

 

He wouldn’t hurt him in front of his child, right? 007n7 considered the pros and cons, but before deciding, he was gently pushed forward.

 

“Alright, alright! Don’t be so rough.” He headed to C00lkidd’s room, not wanting to think about what might happen next.

 

He gently laid his son in bed, tucked him in with a blanket, and gave him a final kiss on the forehead before turning to face the administrator.

 

He closed the door behind him.

 

007n7 didn't have a moment to think as he was pushed against a wall, his mouth devoured by Doombringer in a brutal kiss.

 

Tears started to stream down his face as he felt a hand travel up his thigh, already imagining how this would end.

 

Doombringer savored the fear that began to consume the trapped ex-hacker, still remembering how he cried beneath his power, with every touch, every thrust, and every kiss he had given him before.

 

He wanted more.

 

"Please, not here," 007n7 begged, knowing there was no escape, no choice, no control over the situation.

 

"Shh, we don't want the kid to hear us, do we?" Doombringer smirked as 007n7 vigorously shook his head, more tears spilling at the mere thought of his son.

 

"Where's your bedroom, darling?" he whispered in his ear, the hot breath sending electricity through his veins.

 

007n7 pointed to the slightly ajar door at the end of the hallway. Doombringer hoisted him over his shoulder and headed there, listening to the sobs of the pathetic single father.

 

Slamming the door shut, he tossed the man onto his bed, feeling his cock throb in his pants at the sight of him crying.

 

He used his admin panel to silence 007n7, not wanting to cause trouble with the neighbors or wake the child.

 

Still, the gag only muffled the sounds, so he would hear every pathetic cry of 007n7.

 

He also placed a sound barrier, just as a precaution, and admittedly, he liked watching the father struggle to contain every sweet sound within his lips, just to avoid waking his child.

 

007n7 tried to fight, kicking at the air or pushing against Doombringer's chest, but it was futile.

 

Although the admin enjoyed seeing the ex-hacker keep trying to fight the inevitable.

 

"Calm down, 007n7," he said, taking each of his ankles firmly, lifting and spreading his legs to position himself between them. "You look so pretty, just like the last time." He slowly ran his hands up, caressing and pinching.

 

007n7 cried harder, but didn't stop fighting. He managed to free one of his legs and kick Doombringer's torso, only to realize it was a mistake.

 

"Want to act like a brat? I'll treat you like one," his voice deepened, sending shivers down 007n7's spine.

 

His shirt was torn off, the rough fabric scraping his arms.

 

"Mhm, still some marks," Doombringer traced the bite mark Shedletsky had left. "But they're fading. Don't worry, I'll make sure you have more of them," he smirked.

 

Doombringer trailed kisses and small bites down 007n7's jaw and neck, leaving a path of marks. The ex-hacker tried to pull away, sinking into the bed as if it would help.

 

"Get ready, unless you want to feel pain," he whispered in his ear, licking his earlobe and pulling back just enough to give him space.

 

007n7 didn't want to continue. Was there a choice? No, but he was allowed to prepare and feel less pain.

 

He carefully scooted back, bumping into the headboard, reaching for the drawer beside him. He felt Doombringer's penetrating gaze, analyzing every movement.

 

He couldn't help but solloz when his glasses and burger hat were removed, his spider noob passed out for some reason.

 

He found a bottle of lube he used before... all this. Before taking risks and being an idiot.

 

Doombringer pulled him back into his lap, laying him on his back on the bed with his legs wrapped around the admin's waist.

 

"If you take too long, you'll get less prep," he growled, aggressively removing 007n7's pants and boxers.

 

The position was uncomfortable for preparing. "This or nothing, it doesn't matter," 007n7 thought as he opened the bottle and poured lube on his fingers.

 

He started to insert his fingers, knowing he could take two and not wanting to make the man above him more impatient.

 

Doombringer resumed kissing his neck, this time moving lower to caress his bare chest. Pinching his nipples hard.

 

007n7 moaned against his gag, his body becoming more sensitive with each touch and kiss, starting to betray him.

 

For a few minutes, they stayed like that. Doom listening to each muffled gasp and moan from the ex-hacker, 007n7 inserting another finger, searching for his prostate but the position wasn't helping.

 

He writhed and pressed against Doom, seeking some friction to distract himself.

 

He felt one of Doombringer's gloved fingers pressing against his hole alongside his own. The stretching caused pain, but he allowed Doom to search inside him.

 

He removed one of his fingers to feel more comfortable, giving Doom more room to move his finger with ease. The leather inside him felt too uncomfortable, there was little lubrication and he felt like he was being hurt. But what could he do? Only cry and pray it would end quickly.

 

"I think it's time for the main course," Doom's eyes darkened with lust. He wanted to mark this single father again and breed him. Unfortunately, 007n7 didn't have the capacity to get pregnant, but he was definitely a good toy to use.

 

With force, he flipped 007n7 onto his stomach, pressing his head into the pillows and raising his ass in the air.

 

He lowered his pants and boxers, freeing his enormous cock.

 

007n7 couldn't see well through his tears and lack of glasses, but even in the dim light, he noticed Doombringer's size. Maybe the first time he didn't notice, fearful of taking on three men, but now with just one, he could see more details.

 

His gag was removed, releasing gasps and sobs. He bit the pillow, preparing for what was coming. Or at least he thought he was prepared, but he was wrong.

 

The scream that escaped was muffled by the pillow, Doombringer entering him with one hard thrust, hitting deep, near his prostate.

 

"So tight, just like the last time," he groaned as the warm walls clenched around his cock. "Relax because I'm not holding back. I'm giving you a bit of control, but it seems you want me to fuck you like a cheap whore."

 

007n7 moaned at the degradation. He liked it when Noli did it, but there was always care behind each action. With Doom, everything screamed danger and yet his body decided to betray him.

 

"Do you want me to take you like a whore? Isn't that right?" 007n7 shook his head, feeling Doombringer's hands. When did he take off his gloves? The admin's nails dug into his hips and pulled his cock out, keeping the head inside before thrusting hard.

 

Doom got annoyed at not receiving an answer. "I asked you a question, it's rude not to respond." He took a firm grip on 007n7's tail, causing a louder moan and his hips pushed back, seeking more.

 

"Yes, please! Fuck me like a whore," he cried in shame, his sensitive body craving more from the admin, not understanding why he liked this.

 

Doom smiled at the response, wrapping 007n7's tail around his wrist to increase the ex-hacker's sensitivity.

 

He set a punishing pace, entering and exiting slowly and deeply. 007n7 felt the cock sinking deeper with each thrust, crying as he felt the cock rub against his prostate again.

 

"I thought you didn't want this," Doom taunted, pushing in deeply. "But look at you, taking my cock like a champ."

 

"I- please," he didn't know why he was begging, the sensitivity started to spread throughout his body.

 

"What do you want? Use that pretty mouth of yours." Doom released his hip and placed his hand on 007n7's head, gripping several strands and pulling back, lifting 007n7's face from the pillow. "Don't be shy, darling, I want to hear every sound from you."

 

"Mhmp, let me go, please." He tried to suppress the moans and gasps, but it was in vain.

 

"That's not the answer." He slammed against his prostate. A moan escaped 007n7's lips, making Doom smile. "Try again."

 

Should he say that? Yes, but shame and his dwindling dignity would go to hell. "Please, fuck me more," he moaned as he felt another hit to his prostate and his tail being squeezed tightly.

 

"There you go, so good for me, aren't you?" Doom leaned in and whispered in his ear.

 

He completely forgot that his son was sleeping in a nearby room, close enough to hear the moans of his pitiful father. Of course, 007n7 wasn't aware that Doombringer had soundproofed the room.

 

"Yes! Please, more," his body felt too hot, his neglected cock leaked precum beneath him. "Doom- more."

 

Doombringer lost all control upon hearing his name leave 007n7's mouth for the first time, hoping it would happen often.

 

"I can't believe how much I missed your hole, 007," he growled in his ear as he sped up his thrusts, constantly hitting his prostate. "Only for me, right?" He licked his neck and finally released his grip on 007n7's hair, but kept his hold on his tail.

 

007n7 didn't want to answer. "There's no point in fighting anymore," he thought as his mind started to cloud with pleasure.

 

Another squeeze on his tail woke him up. "Yes! Yours, only yours, fuck me, use me, mark me, whatever, please," he pushed back more against Doom's hips, feeling the cock sink deeper.

 

"Mine, only mine," Doom started leaving bite marks on 007n7's neck, creating marks that would take time to fade. "I'll fill you with my semen and mark you every time my marks disappear," 007n7 cried at the mere thought.

 

"Doom~" 007n7 felt so close. Why did he enjoy this? Why did he resist it at first? He felt conflicted, but the pleasure diverted him from his questions.

 

The room filled with moans and the sound of skin slapping. Everything that escaped stayed within the room, ensuring no sound was heard beyond the occupants.

 

007n7's back was a work of art: some bite marks on the shoulders, pinch marks everywhere, and hickies staining the ex-hacker's skin.

 

Doom appreciated every sound the man beneath him made, whether it was pleasure or pain, it didn't matter. What he liked most was how he moaned his name, as if his life depended on it—though it did.

 

"Come on, baby, scream my name," his thrusts became erratic, hitting harder, penetrating the deepest parts of 007n7, wanting to leave his mark on every inch of his body, inside and out.

 

"Doombringer! Please," he cried from the stimulation, tears never stopping, Doom watched in awe, wondering how the man could cry even in his sleep.

 

"Now what do you want?" His cock started to swell more, stretching the already abused hole of 007n7. "Ask for it, don't hold back, 007."

 

"Let me come, please," he cried harder, wanting release but Doom's hand wrapped around his cock, squeezing and obstructing his exit with a finger, pressing.

 

"Yes, I think you've been a good boy for me. Just hold on a little longer," he whispered as he sought his own release.

 

"Please! Come inside me, fill me with your seed," he didn't know how he could still form words, but the pleasure became so intense that he didn't care if he made noise or got hurt.

 

"Yes- I'll fill you again and you'll feel me for days, until you beg for my cock again," he bit down hard on 007n7's shoulder, drawing blood and a cry of pain.

 

With that, both men came together, 007n7 clenching and milking the cock inside him, collapsing onto his mattress.

 

"This is what you wanted, right? To be filled again and marked as mine. Too bad you can't get pregnant, I'm sure our kid would look just like the one you have now, just less red," he joked as he licked the wound he caused.

 

007n7 couldn't respond, his mind lost in the release. He heard some words, but couldn't connect them to understand their meaning. He just nodded as he caught his breath.

 

Doombringer stayed inside him for a few more minutes, admiring his body, admiring the artwork he created.

 

He wiped away some of the tears that still streamed from 007n7's eyes, licking some and wiping others. 007n7 was taken aback by the admin's attitude, but he didn't complain.

 

"Please, let me sleep," he murmured as Doombringer lay beneath him, cradling him against his chest like lovers. "What a silly thought," he thought.

 

"Shh, sleep 007," he gently stroked his horns, not wanting to overstimulate the ex-hacker.

 

Doombringer decided to stay this time, wanting to appreciate 007n7 a bit longer. He would definitely be back for more.

 

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The two men fell asleep curled up next to each other, tightly held.

 

They didn’t hear the front door open, nor the footsteps approaching the room.

 

“Good morning, 007n7!” shouted 007e7, not noticing the large lump in 007n7’s bed until a few seconds later. “Wait, WHAT?! Explain this, 007!”

 

Both men jolted upright at 007e7’s shout, realizing two more sets of eyes peeked in behind him. 007n7 flushed with embarrassment—then paled, remembering the night before.

 

“You two better explain yourselves.” 007e7 glared at them and shut the door, giving them some privacy.

 

007n7 felt nauseous but held it in and quickly got dressed, avoiding Doombringer’s gaze.

 

The admin got dressed too, more casually, and didn’t seem interested in explaining anything either.

 

Just as 007n7 was about to leave, he was pinned to the wall.

 

“You won’t say a word about what happened,” Doombringer growled, pressing him harder.

 

“I-I won’t! I promise.” Tears welled in his eyes, but he was released almost immediately.

 

He sighed in relief and looked for his glasses. They were on the nightstand. 6:56 AM. Great—time to ask why they were even in his house this early.

 

He went down to the dining room, where the kids were already playing in a playpen. The adults were seated, all staring at him.

 

“Hey! Great to see you all this early... Uhh, sorry about earlier.” He forced a nervous smile, hoping they wouldn’t notice the marks on his neck.

 

He never liked turtlenecks, but now regretted not owning one. He’d thrown on a hoodie despite the summer heat creeping in.

 

“Who is he?” “Where did you meet?” “Are you dating?” “Is he an admin?” The questions flooded in—some he didn’t understand, others he ignored.

 

“Enough! One at a time, please.” He pleaded, rubbing his temples. “And yes, 226, he’s an admin.”

 

“For those curious, I’m Doombringer, and I met… Seven a few months ago.” The admin appeared behind him, startling 007n7.

 

He tensed when arms wrapped around his waist and a head rested on his shoulder. “And yes, we’re dating.” His face burned, and the nausea returned.

 

“Awww, that’s so cute! I’m sure C00lkidd will be happy to have another daddy just like him!” 118o8 cooed at the two men.

 

226w6 and 007e7 exchanged glances and shared a small smile, still unsure about accepting an admin around 007n7—especially considering the ex-hacker’s past.

 

007n7 wanted to push him away, to get as far from Doombringer as possible, but his family seemed so supportive, so happy about… whatever this was. What the hell, why did Doombringer say that?

 

He looked back at his son, playing and laughing with the others. Was he really considering this?

 

"This is a big opportunity for you. You don’t want your kid growing up in poor conditions, do you? I’m just asking for one thing—and you already know what it is.” Doombringer pulled him closer and whispered into his ear.

 

“Anything for my boy.” He meant it. A few tears escaped, but only Doombringer saw—and wiped them away.

 

What the hell had he gotten himself into now?

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Kevin fed you and my cat, I still have more requests from him... Maybe I'm forgetting something...

 

Notes:

Remember that he was raped, friends☹️

007n7 always thinking about his son, Unfortunately, an opportunity presented itself, so... Uhmmm

I'm going to listen to them and take some time. I've been writing here for 3 weeks now. +40k words. Wow, I've never written so much in such a short time.

And yes, a brief mention of 77Noli

Hey, what's the name of this ship? I can't just put Doom/007n7, can I?

Sorry, requests will not be open until July 24th since I have to go to another city, but I will be attentive to your comments and I will be publishing pending requests, I think there are about 3-4

Yeiii 800 kudos, thank you very much <3

DUDE I JUST LIKED A POST ON TT AND ALL THE GOONERS STARTED TO COME OUT. Some videos are so good, but others...
Hey, have you heard the 77Noli audio? I never thought they'd release something like this. Anyway, I saw that part of the audio here in a fanfic about those two idiots... Hehe

Chapter 20: 🔥 PoisonBurger — A figure to love

Summary:

Idk poison burger smut but 1x1 has daddy issues so so idk some kink with that💔🥀

N0TS0MUCH0FASA1NT

Notes:

So... Bottom!1x1x1x1 and Top!007n7. Yes, I'm not going to lie to you, this gave me writer's block.

—It took me 3 days to write this for some reason.
—Actually my first time writing one of my favorite characters as a Top. (I have an obsession with them being bottoms)
—I didn't really know much about Kinks related to daddy issues so I asked my band of writers and this came out

I hope you enjoy it!

007n7 is supposed to be older than 1x1x1x1, their age is never mentioned but I think it's important to mention it.
Age? I don't know, I only know that 1x1x1x1 is over 25 years old.

1x1x1x1 stormed into the apartment he shared with 007n7 and C00lkidd, visibly upset.

 

After escaping that hell, he had stayed with the only person who had accepted and helped him. He was grateful for everything 007n7 had done and for how he treated him.

 

It felt peaceful to be by his side, watching him take care of C00lkidd. Though sometimes it irritated him how 007n7 neglected his own health or well-being, for once, 1x1x1x1 felt like he could finally care for and protect someone else.

 

Father and son had made him realize he could be a better person, to learn how to love and care without hurting.

 

Sometimes, he would cry quietly in the room he shared with 007n7, remembering every harsh attitude he’d shown toward him. These two soft, foolish, and kind souls had turned him into something he never thought he could be—vulnerable.

 

Now, being more sentimental, he was filled with complicated feelings toward his creator—or “father,” as Brighteyes had called him.

 

He would never call him that. He had never been a loving or caring father, and he didn’t deserve even a grain of compassion from him. No.

 

Thanks to 007n7, he had been able to stay away from that world, living in hiding and tasting something close to a normal life. Yet all the hatred and sadness were still there, bubbling up as envy every time he saw a father and child walking past the window, laughing and smiling together. Once upon a time, he might have wanted that—but now, he knew it would never be his.

 

He sighed angrily as he stepped out of his safe corner, spotting a stupid burger hat poking out of the doorway.

 

“Hey, 1x4,” 007n7 greeted softly, approaching without fear but keeping a careful distance, wanting to offer support without scaring the creation of hatred. “How did it go?” He wanted 1x1x1x1 to let it all out. Bottling up all those emotions and dark thoughts would only hurt his progress, and 007n7 refused to let that happen. He wanted to be a pillar in 1x1x1x1’s life, just like they were in his.

 

1x1x1x1 glared at him, but after a pause, reluctantly walked over to 007n7, who was patting the empty spot at the edge of the bed.

 

“He… wants me to forget everything. To be a family like we were meant to be.” He muttered, bitterness in his voice, fear in his eyes—fear that 007n7 might push him into accepting that offer.

 

007n7 noticed that fear, the way his eyes seemed to plead not to be abandoned again, not to be left in the same place where he had been destroyed. “Maybe you weren’t meant to be family,” he began, his voice firm yet kind. “Maybe just… acquaintances. But I know one thing for sure: you were meant to be with us, 1x1x1x1.” His fingers brushed against their cheek, wiping away the tears.

 

1x1x1x1 leaned into that gentle touch, craving it. They had never felt anything like it before. In the fragments of their past, the only warmth they remembered was Brighteyes’ hugs and soft kisses, the only one who had ever stood by them back then.

 

His chest tightened at the memory of her broken face, but he could never see Shedletsky as a friend, not after everything he had done.

 

It had hurt when she sided with that damned chicken man, but he had pushed those feelings away, forgiven her simply for being the closest thing to a mother, the only one who defended them until everything fell apart. She had never been a bad mother—just a woman who loved a man too much.

 

“I… I don’t want that, n7. I’m happy here, with you.” He grabbed 007n7’s wrist, holding it tightly, almost desperately. “Are you going to let them take me away?”

 

007n7 winced at the grip but didn’t let his warm smile falter. “We won’t let that happen. C00lkidd and I are happy to have you here.” He leaned closer and pressed a soft kiss to 1x1x1x1’s cheek. “I’m proud of you, darling. For everything you’ve done for us… for becoming better, just for us.” His voice was steady, unwavering.

 

Those words burned with warmth in 1x1x1x1’s chest, and more tears spilled down their face. To hell with everything else.

 

He shoved 007n7 down onto the bed, straddling him, desperate to show just how grateful he was for everything 007n7 had done—for all the love and care he had received.

 

007n7 let 1x1x1x1 take control, his breath hitching slightly as their weight pressed against him. He wanted them to feel safe, cherished. “Promise me you won’t leave,” 1x1x1x1 whispered, voice trembling, their hands moving with hesitant force, tears rolling down their cheeks.

 

“I will never leave you, or C00lkidd. You’re the most precious thing I have.” 007n7’s voice was low, trembling, but filled with warmth.

 

Their mouths met in a desperate, hungry kiss—heat blooming between them, a need to solidify this bond, this love that had crept up on both of them.

 

007n7’s hands slid down to 1x1x1x1’s thighs, fingers digging in and kneading the muscles as if to claim them, to feel every inch of them. 1x1x1x1’s breath hitched, his hips grinding against 007n7’s with raw need, a desperate craving for more of the man beneath him—more of his attention, his touch.

Their mouths crashed together again, deeper this time—hungrier. 1x1x1x1 tasted the warmth of 007n7’s lips, his tongue tracing the seam before slipping inside, claiming every inch of him with slow, deliberate strokes. A low groan escaped from 007n7’s throat, muffled by the kiss, his hands instinctively gripping 1x1x1x1’s hips.

 

1x1x1x1 rolled his hips against him, feeling the heat and tension build between them. “You have no idea… how much I need this,” he murmured against 007n7’s lips, his breath warm and uneven. His fingers slid under 007n7’s shirt, dragging nails lightly across his skin, leaving faint red trails.

“n7, please” They begged as they ground their hips against 007n7's, feeling a bulge press against their ass. A gasp escaped them as the position suddenly shifted, 007n7 between their legs and on top of them.

 

“Let me take care of everything, just be a good boy for me.” He started undressing them, caressing their chest and torso. “Are you going to behave? Or do I need to teach you a lesson?” 1x1x1x1 stifled a moan at the words, feeling his cock strain against his pants.

 

“When I ask you something, you need to answer, okay?” He growled into their ear, taking control over 1x1x1x1. He carefully removed their pants and boxers, freeing the growing cock.

 

“Yes! I'll be good, please.” 1x1x1x1 cried out as they wrapped their legs around 007n7's waist, pulling them closer.

 

“Let me love you and take care of you the way you deserve.” He kissed them again, now hungry with lust. Reaching for a bottle of lube from the nightstand.

 

“Please, show me you won't be like him.” They implored, wanting to believe that someone would finally care for them as they had dreamed for so long.

 

“Let me have you, I'll show you how much I love you in and out of this room.” 1x1x1x1 nodded, trusting 007n7's words.

 

They felt 007n7's fingers caress their hole, inserting one gently inside them. They gasped at the intrusion but endured it, finding it only slightly uncomfortable. It was a new experience for them, but they were eager to enjoy it to the fullest.

 

“That's it, you're doing so well, sweetheart.” He praised, knowing it would be uncomfortable for 1x1x1x1 at first. “If you need to stop, just say so.”

 

“Yes, don't stop, please.” They pushed back against his finger, now seeking more. 007n7 understood the signal, inserting another finger.

 

They felt their tight hole start to loosen and stretch, molding to take his fingers. His cock throbbed against his pants, aching to be freed.

 

He kissed 1x1x1x1 again, muffling their moans to avoid waking C00lkidd, who was sleeping on the couch. Not that they would wake him; the kid was too tired and had a deep sleep, but he didn't want to be caught like this.

 

His tongue explored 1x1x1x1's mouth, drawing out and absorbing their moans and gasps, savoring every moment and wanting to make them feel good. They broke away from the kiss to catch their breath, both panting.

 

“If you don't hurry up, I'm leaving.” 1x1x1x1 frowned, a bit frustrated with the foreplay.

 

“Don't act like a bratty kid now, 1x4. I've barely touched you and you already want more.” He gripped the green cock in his hand, stroking it to satisfy 1x1x1x1 a bit more, waiting for them to relax. “You need this for your first time, sweetheart. I don't want to hurt you.”

 

“I'm not made of glass— Agh” A moan escaped their lips as 007n7's fingers hit a spot inside them, sending waves of electricity through their body.

 

“That's it, stay quiet and let me do my job.” He started kissing 1x1x1x1's neck, leaving some hickies and occasional love bites.

 

“I- please, I can take it.” 

 

“I know you can, 1x4, but you don't always have to be strong. Let me show you something other than pain.” He inserted a third finger, continuing to stimulate 1x1x1x1's prostate.

 

1x1x1x1 wanted to argue, but they succumbed to the temptation. Being treated with gentleness and care was strange, but also comforting in its own way. They didn't want to hold back any sounds, but felt so embarrassed by each one that they covered their mouth, biting their arm.

 

“Don't do that, 1x4. Bite this.” He handed them his shirt, not wanting them to hurt themselves, knowing how destructive they both could be but still wanting to improve for each other. 1x1x1x1 didn't argue and just bit the soft fabric.

 

“That's it, sweetheart.” He released his grip on the cock and removed his fingers from 1x1x1x1's hole, deeming them ready. He heard the muffled moan of need that escaped 1x1x1x1. “Shh, you're ready now. You'll take something better soon.” He flipped them onto their stomach, placing their head on a pillow and removing the shirt, pulling their ass up.

 

“Please, n7” They pushed back, feeling their hole clench around nothing.

 

“I know what you want, and I'm going to give it to you.” He whispered in their ear, freeing his leaking cock from his pants, letting out a sigh of relief. He positioned himself before starting to push in, inserting his head carefully to avoid hurting 1x1x1x1.

 

“Mhmm, keep going, n7. Don't stop.” They begged, gripping the sheets beneath them.

 

“I wasn't planning to until you asked.” He felt like he was in heaven as he felt the soft walls clench around his cock, begging him to stay forever. “That's it, you're doing so well. So perfect for me.” He praised.

 

“Yes- only for you” They teased, letting out more moans as they felt 007n7's cock stretch them even more. “Mo-more deeper” Their mind started to fog with pleasure.

 

There was no more need for words, they just wanted to enjoy the heat and passion of each other. 007n7 waited for 1x1x1x1 to adjust, not waiting too long as he felt them start to move against him, setting a slow but deep rhythm.

 

They bit the pillow, drooling and sobbing into it. The moans were a mix of discomfort and pleasure, but they continued on.

 

007n7 started to trail kisses down 1x1x1x1's back, sucking and biting, marking them so anyone who saw would know they were taken care of.

 

“That's it, you're taking me so well, sweetheart” 007n7 sped up, noticing 1x1x1x1's impatience with the lack of roughness. And while he enjoyed being a bit rougher in bed, hurting 1x1x1x1 was something he didn't want to do.

 

“07- more” They moaned, burying their face deeper into the pillow.

 

“At this rate, you'll become a bratty kid.” Despite this, he sped up, feeling his own cock pulse inside them. He had never been someone who was quiet, whether he was giving or receiving, always wanting his partners to know how much he enjoyed what they offered.

 

The room filled with moans and gasps. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the walls, creating a rather obscene sound.

 

007n7 started to pick up speed, thrusting hard against 1x1x1x1's ass, leaving deeper love bites (without breaking the skin).

 

He let himself get carried away by the pleasure, wanting to draw out more wet and beautiful sounds from 1x1x1x1. “I think you deserve a reward for being so good.” He hit their prostate with precision.

 

If 1x1x1x1 wasn't screaming before, they definitely were now. The pillow beneath them was soaked with saliva and tears, their face now wet and flushed. “Please! I'm close.” They moaned with need, wanting release.

 

“Yes, baby, I'm here for you. Let go.” 007n7 gently stroked 1x1x1x1's cock. The creation of hatred was overwhelmed by the rough and gentle treatment of the man dominating them.

 

They finally collapsed, letting out a big sigh of relief as they came over 007n7's hand, messing up the sheets but not caring.

 

“That's it, sweetheart, hold on a little longer.” 007n7 started chasing his own release, not wanting to overstimulate 1x1x1x1.

 

He was so close, the warm walls of 1x1x1x1 clenched around him even tighter, unconsciously trying to milk him. “Ah- so perfect for me.” He gripped their hips tighter, finally thrusting and burying himself deeper in 1x1x1x1's sweet hole.

 

1x1x1x1 felt so full and tired, but satisfied with the situation. The tears started to subside, leaving a shiny trail.

 

“That's it, you did so well, sweetheart.” 007n7 comforted them as he pulled them under clean sheets, removing the dirty pillow and sheet.

 

“Rest, 1x4, you deserve it.” He kissed their forehead, gently stroking their white hair. Cuddled against his chest.

 

1x1x1x1 finally let 007n7 take care of them, hold them, and show them his love.

 

Both men started to drift off, letting the other's warmth envelop them tightly.

 

Maybe 007n7 wasn't the best father, but he was someone who enjoyed taking care of others and giving them his love. Perhaps that was why 1x1x1x1 found themselves falling for him and letting him into their dark and sad heart.

 

---

 

“Dad, why were you shouting in your room?” 1x1x1x1 choked on their tea and 007n7 blushed furiously.

 

“You were playing fight games.” They lied blatantly. C00lkidd obviously didn't believe them, but let the topic drop after 007n7 distracted him with breakfast.

 

Maybe they should be less vocal next time.

 

1x1x1x1 watched the father and son with affection. Finally, their heart felt at home.

Notes:

Yes, this really caused my writer's block. Although it helped because my hand was hurt. I didn't know writing with one hand was so uncomfortable.

Also if you notice a change in the writing, I'm sorry. I really struggle with that but sometimes I get carried away and write differently at times. I also use 2 translators since one doesn't let me translate sexually explicit content, uhm.

Wow 900 kudos? I'm very happy, thank you very much guys💗🥀

For those who are also reading my other work, I will update until Monday since I'm still traveling and it is not my priority right now, sorry :(

And yes, I am working on some requests from here since I had it quite forsakened... Hehe Anyway, I'll upload another request today.

Chapter 21: 🫂🔥 DecoyDagger — Company

Summary:

do 007n7 x two time porn w plot? also you can make two times genitals whatever idc

—no.1 007n7 selfshipper (Guest)

Notes:

Yeah, I didn't really understand much of the last part of the request, and since I wasn't given any plot, I worked with what I had. Sorry about that hehe

Anyway, I consider most of my Smut to have a plot, idk

TwoTime could feel themself weakening from the blood loss, their life draining away until their vision turned crimson.

 

They were on their last life. John Doe had struck too fast, forcing their premature death. The round was far from over.

 

Thanks to the Spawn, they were still alive—but John Doe was hunting them down to finish the job. They didn’t stop running until they found a safe place.

 

The Spawn had decided to give them one last chance, sending a foolish clone of 007n7 to rescue them. They should probably thank their teammate for saving them… maybe after this round.

 

Distracted, they were shoved against a wall, barely avoiding the corrosive spikes from John Doe. Once again, they were forced to run, the savage growls and screams of the killer ringing in their ears.

 

“007n7! Once again, thanks for pulling us out of there. Spawn will definitely reward you.” It wasn’t hard to recognize the person wearing that odd hamburger hat—strange, but unique.

 

“Uh, yeah. But first we need to move somewhere else,” 007n7 replied, sounding nervous as one of John’s spikes grazed his arm.

 

He pushed them into a corner of the map, making sure to lose sight of John Doe. It wasn’t hard—his clones and John’s brain shared almost the same number of neurons. The only difference was that John acted purely on wild, animalistic instinct.

 

Unfortunately for the cultist, they were hanging on by a thread. Luckily, 007n7 always carried a medkit, just in case he came across a survivor who needed it.

 

He hesitated, glancing at TwoTime, waiting for a signal to approach and start treating their wounds. They stared at each other for a long moment, both waiting for the other to speak or act.

 

007n7 felt uneasy under TwoTime’s crooked smile, but he didn’t want to be rude to the only person here who didn’t hate him.

 

“You can come closer, ex-hacker. I don’t bite.” TwoTime’s tail swayed in approval, trying to ease the tension in the man fidgeting with the medkit.

 

007n7 didn’t hesitate any longer and moved closer to TwoTime, beginning to tend to their cuts and bruises.

 

“Well, we’re grateful that the great Spawn sent someone who actually knows how to patch people up.” TwoTime smiled faintly as 007n7’s hands glided gently over their wounded back.

 

“Oh, it’s nothing, really. I guess I’m just used to this,” he murmured, focusing on the sharp tears in the cultist’s wings. “This might sting a bit,” he warned, gently taking one of their wings and starting to clean it.

 

“Ahh—don’t worry, dear ex-hacker. Your help is still appreciated.” Their smile twisted as the disinfectant seeped into their wounds. Always so sensitive in their second life.

 

“Sorry. I’m going as fast as I can,” 007n7 said with quiet empathy, recognizing that tails and wings were far more sensitive than other parts. He didn’t want to cause them more pain—or accidentally... something else.

 

“Y-yeah… Spawn knows you’re doing your best,” they panted slightly when 007n7’s tail brushed against theirs, the two tails tangling together as if seeking comfort. Maybe I should talk to Spawn about this, they thought, as the touch grew warmer.

 

Was this a sign?

 

“All done, TwoTime.” 007n7 pulled back, releasing them and expecting them to just leave without a word.

 

“Thanks for your help. The great Spawn will reward you,” TwoTime said, pressing their hands together in a prayer-like gesture, dagger still between their fingers. 007n7 stared awkwardly but chose to respect their faith—sometimes.

 

No words followed. This time, TwoTime leaned back in, seeking closeness again, their tail weaving once more with 007n7’s.

 

The ex-hacker said nothing, feeling a warmth bloom in his chest when TwoTime moved closer, their shoulder brushing his.

 

Neither spoke as they settled against each other, sharing body heat in a quiet, oddly comfortable silence. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, but it was rare.

 

TwoTime wasn’t foolish—they knew why 007n7 was excluded from the group. They knew why they were excluded too. But they didn’t care much. 007n7 was different from them.

Always warm in contrast to their own coldness. Even after his mistakes, he had a tenderness about him, and they felt a strange sympathy for the single father. They knew they had done their own share of bad things, but 007n7 seemed to seek forgiveness and acceptance…

 

TwoTime didn’t care about being accepted or rejected; with Spawn by their side, the rest was meaningless. But 007n7… he cared too much for his own good, always trying to help.

 

None of that mattered in this hell. Yet somehow, TwoTime had grown attached to him.

 

The final seconds echoed across the arena, relief washing over them as the round neared its end.

 

With a final, firm squeeze of their tails, they vanished—forced apart by the game’s end.

 

Back at the main cabin, their eyes met for a moment before both looked away, heading in separate directions.

 

Finally, 007n7 felt a little better, knowing it was the last match of the day. He headed to his cabin, ready to collapse and sleep as much as possible until the nightmares returned.

 

Messing with survivors’ memories might thrill the Specter, but 007n7 was undoubtedly one of its favorites. “What a rush,” he muttered, looking for something comfortable to wear to bed.

 

Ready for sleep, he turned off the lights and wrapped himself in blankets, seeking warmth and trying to block out the cold.

 

He missed sharing a bed with someone.

 

His son used to sleep next to him whenever nightmares struck. When he was younger, he would cling to his dad all night long, so 007n7 had grown used to that comforting presence. Now, in this hell, he had no one to talk to, no one to touch.

No one except TwoTime… and guilt gnawed at him every time he saw them talk to anyone else.

 

Sure, both of them were the group’s outcasts. But seeing TwoTime closer to the others than he was made him feel… selfish. Not jealous of TwoTime, but jealous of the team.

 

Why did they have to push him away? TwoTime had become his only real comfort in this hell, and he didn’t want to let them go. He didn’t know if it was mutual, but he appreciated that they stayed with him sometimes.

 

His tail sought another’s warmth—but found only emptiness. He sighed, staring at his miserable excuse for a life.

 

With heavy eyelids, he finally let himself drift to sleep.

 

007n7 stirred awake, feeling the bed dip beside him. His sleep had been light—just like back when he had to wake up every hour to care for a newborn that cried endlessly for attention.

 

The darkness of his room made it impossible to see clearly, but he recognized the silhouette illuminated by the faint glow of the (fake) moon.

 

“TwoTime? What are you doing?” he murmured, voice still raspy from sleep. He rolled onto his back, watching as TwoTime moved toward him with the silent grace of a predator closing in on its prey.

 

“The great Spawn has decided you deserve a reward for all the help you’ve given me,” they whispered, their fingers brushing over his thin shirt before sliding underneath it. The touch of their cold hand against his warm skin sent an involuntary shiver through him.

 

“R-reward? Agh—TwoTime, really, I’m fine like this…” His voice trembled as their hand traced his torso, slow and deliberate, while the other hand tilted his face up with surprising tenderness.

 

TwoTime cupped his chin, their thumb stroking the corner of his lips. “You should feel honored, 007. The Great Spawn doesn’t bless many with such rewards.” They settled between his legs, gently nudging them apart.

 

007n7’s breath caught in his throat. It had been so long since anyone had touched him like this. Every careful caress made his body tremble with hypersensitivity.

 

He let out a shaky breath as TwoTime’s lips began a slow journey along his neck, the warmth of their mouth igniting sparks across his skin. His thoughts spun wildly—Would he really let TwoTime take him like this? The idea of surrendering to someone else’s touch felt intoxicating, but he couldn’t help the fear that lingered—fear of rejection, of being discarded, or worse… sacrificed.

 

“So… Spawn sent you to ‘reward’ me?” he muttered, the words feeling strange on his lips, like something half-believed. Still, a small, shameful warmth grew in his chest at the thought of someone—real or imagined—believing he deserved something.

 

“That’s right. Now let us finish what we came for,” they whispered in his ear, their breath hot against the cool air. “You’ve proven your worth, and that makes you someone worth rewarding.”

 

His chest tightened, tears pricking at his eyes—not from fear, but from the gentle sincerity in their tone. His tail slipped free from his pajamas, curling around TwoTime’s body instinctively, a silent plea for closeness.

 

TwoTime’s fingers brushed away his tears before they began unbuttoning his shirt, each motion slow, teasing, as if savoring the moment.

 

“I promise… this will feel good,” they murmured, their voice low and soothing before pressing their lips against his—soft at first, but quickly melting into a desperate, hungry kiss.

 

007n7’s mind went blank. His hands trembled as he clutched at their clothes, pulling them closer. He needed the warmth, the contact, the reassurance that he wasn’t as alone as he felt every night.

 

“TwoTime—please…” he gasped between kisses, his voice raw with need.

 

Shhh, the Spawn rewards those who are patient, darling.” However, TwoTime started to remove 007n7's pants along with their boxers, revealing their semi-hard cock and tight entrance.

 

“There’s no lube, but we’ll make it work, 007.” TwoTime pulled away from the kiss, bringing two fingers to 007n7’s mouth, hoping they would lubricate them with their saliva.

 

007n7 nodded and took the cold fingers of TwoTime into their mouth, wanting to be as lubricated as possible to avoid any damage. They moaned when the hand of the cultists stroked their cock, feeling it throb between TwoTime’s grip.

 

TwoTime observed 007n7’s flushed face, wondering if they would beg for more, if they would cry with just their cock inside, only for them.

 

After being with the Spawn, they felt excited to reward the ex-hacker, being the only ones worthy here to do the task. The other survivors were uncomfortable with their presence, and to some degree, it also made 007n7 uncomfortable, but the ex-hacker let them be themselves and didn’t mind if they died even with their second life.

 

They felt 007n7’s tail brush against the edge of their pants, feeling a bit of envy for them. They missed their own tails that appeared in their second life, but for now, they had to focus on rewarding 007n7.

 

They withdrew their fingers, now soaked with saliva, guiding them toward the tight hole and inserting one gently to avoid hurting the man beneath them.

 

They felt how their hole clenched around a finger, taking it eagerly and asking for more. “TwoTime~” 007n7 gasped desperately. “I can take more, please hurry up.”

 

“Only because you asked, we must satisfy those who deserve it, right?” They purred near their ear, inserting another finger.

 

It was difficult, but they managed to remove their pants and boxers, freeing their hard cock from just hearing 007n7 moan and gasp.

 

“Keep your voice down. Do you want them to come and see you? Taking a few fingers and you become so sensitive, my dear ex-hacker.” 007n7 tried to stay quiet, but they felt so needy.

 

Soon, TwoTime inserted another finger, a bit uncomfortable for 007n7 due to the lack of lube, but still giving them more pleasure. Now, rubbing against their prostate, they felt like a mess—the muffled moans, the hot face, and tears started to fall down their cheeks.

 

TwoTime considered 007n7 ready, so they withdrew their fingers. “Don’t worry, darling, you’ll soon receive something better.” They finished positioning themselves between 007n7’s legs, placing one above their shoulder.

 

007n7 let out a moan at the emptiness, wanting something bigger and more satisfying. They felt the tip of TwoTime’s cock. They tilted their head back, preparing for what was to come and giving TwoTime access to their neck.

 

TwoTime marveled at 007n7’s surrender, satisfied with their attitude, and didn’t waste time, slowly sinking in.

 

They planted kisses all over 007n7’s neck, wanting to leave their own mark on the body of the man beneath them, claimed only for them.

 

They didn’t want to tell 007n7 that they were actually just claiming their reward as one of the most loyal to the Spawn, but they were also rewarding 007n7 for all their help.

 

They sank deeply into the ex-hacker, their cock being gripped by 007n7’s warm and tight walls, feeling too good to be patient. It took effort, but they managed to control themselves and not thrust forcefully.

 

“You feel so good, 007, made for me” They murmured in their ear. 007n7 shivered at the deep tone in their voice, making them even more excited.

 

They rubbed their hips against TwoTime’s, seeking more friction. Their prostate was rubbed with every movement.

 

“So beautiful, you were sent only for me” Sent? At this point, they didn’t want to ask anything, it didn’t matter if it was a reward for them or for TwoTime, they just wanted to feel good.

 

“Please, more” They complained, seeing how TwoTime still wasn’t moving, 007n7 was desperate, wanting more from the cultists.

 

“Yes, I hear you, darling.” They started to move, hearing the sigh of relief that escaped from 007n7’s soft lips. “So tight, only for me, right?” They whispered against their ear, biting their earlobe to test how sensitive the ex-hacker was.

 

“Yes- fuck me harder, please~” 007n7 looked at them with tear-filled eyes, their eyes darkened by lust.

 

“Your wishes are my commands” They purred. They took both legs and placed them above their shoulders, leaving the head of their cock inside the hole, then thrusting forcefully.

 

“Agh- TwoTime!” They cried out the name of the cultists as if their life depended on it, feeling how now they were hitting their prostate with great precision.

 

“Shhh, we don’t want anyone to hear you, only I can hear your sweet songs.” They caressed their cheek, trying to make them quiet. It worked a bit, at least now the others wouldn’t hear them.

 

That’s what they hoped.

 

They didn’t give it too much importance, opting to keep pleasing the man beneath them. All their marks now painted 007n7’s chest like a work of art, a sacrifice worthy of boasting. But they weren’t someone who liked to share, especially not such a splendid view.

 

They gripped their thighs tightly over their shoulders, leaving bruises that would last for days. Everything had to scream their presence, no one should harm them, not while the Spawn allowed them to stay with them.

 

“You feel so good, 007, I didn’t think you would surrender so easily” They growled at the mere thought of 007n7 surrendering to others with just a few touches. “You belong only to me.” They bit one of their thighs while continuing to thrust.

 

007n7 was losing themselves between pleasure and stimulation, briefly hearing what TwoTime was saying. “Yes, yes! Only yours!” They moaned without thinking, feeling how they were getting close.

 

Both moaned at the company of the other, so desperate to take everything they were offering. TwoTime moaned as they felt how 007n7’s tight and warm hole clenched even tighter around their cock.

 

“TwoTime- so close.” Their eyes started to roll back, their body trembling with the tension in their belly.

 

“No, 007, you’ll come when I tell you to.” TwoTime took their cock, squeezing and stroking, but preventing them from coming. 007n7 could only let out muffled moans.

 

TwoTime returned to a more savage rhythm, this time seeking their own pleasure. 007n7 no longer had the presence of mind to form words, they wanted to beg for release but didn’t want to disobey the only one making them see stars for so long.

 

Their face felt hotter, the overstimulation started to reach them, releasing tears from the pain but also feeling more pleasure.

 

They could no longer hold back their moans, but with the little consciousness they had left, they managed to stifle them as best they could. TwoTime’s thrusts became more erratic, losing their punishing rhythm.

 

“So good for me. You’ve behaved well, your surrender to the Spawn is gratefully welcomed.” They murmured against their ear. They didn’t care if 007n7 was paying attention or not.

 

007n7 could only nod at the words, their brain no longer functioning enough to form sentences. They could only moan and surrender their overstimulated body.

 

“Agh-!” A cry escaped their lips when they felt TwoTime’s mouth bite their tail. “Don’t do that!” They managed to form with more tears in their eyes.

 

“Forgive me, I couldn’t resist the temptation” Between breaths, they justified, chuckling. They felt how their cock started to swell and their balls started to tighten. “I’m close, 007, come with me.”

 

They didn’t need to be told twice. As soon as TwoTime released their aching cock, they came, crying out one last time before collapsing onto the bed.

 

TwoTime let out a deep, guttural moan as 007n7’s tight heat clenched around their cock, milking them perfectly. With one final thrust, they buried themself to the hilt, spilling their seed deep inside the ex-hacker.

 

007n7 felt so full, so loved, that he never wanted this moment to end. He craved the warmth, the way TwoTime’s hands caressed his thighs—already sore from the position.

 

“That’s it… you were so good for me,” they whispered, their lips finding his again, this time in a soft, tender kiss that lingered like a promise.

 

When they finally pulled away, TwoTime withdrew slowly from 007n7, already missing the tight, hot grip of his body. They watched with quiet hunger as their release spilled from him, dripping onto the sheets beneath them.

 

A shiver ran through 007n7’s body as the warmth faded, leaving him cold and craving their closeness. Without thinking, his tail coiled gently around TwoTime’s wrist.

 

“Please… stay with me,” he murmured, voice heavy with exhaustion, a final plea before sleep claimed him completely.

 

TwoTime smiled down at him, their usual mischievous grin softening into something warm and affectionate. “Don’t worry, 007… you won’t be alone as long as I’m here.” They stripped the stained sheets and replaced them with clean ones from the closet, before curling 007n7 into their chest, holding him protectively.

 

They sighed, letting the warmth radiating from him seep into their own body. Satisfied, they closed their eyes, content.

 

 

---

 

007n7 never expected TwoTime to stay. Honestly, he had thought the whole thing was just his mind playing tricks on him—a cruel way to remind him of needs he could never fulfill.

 

But when he woke, he found himself lying against their pale chest, their arms wrapped securely around him. His face flushed furiously as the memories of the night came rushing back, though, after a few moments, he forced himself to relax.

 

TwoTime stayed by his side most of the time, always seeking to curl up with him, as though they couldn’t bear to be apart. It was… sweet, he thought, grateful that someone—anyone—would seek him out for comfort.

 

The others gave them strange looks, but those glances no longer cut as deeply as before. TwoTime didn’t care, so why should he? They had each other now, and that was all that mattered.

 

This hell had stripped away every shred of hope he once had for happiness. Yet TwoTime had become a spark of light in his darkness. Despite their different minds and ways of thinking, they found a way to move forward. With or without the survivors’ approval.

 

Just the thought that someone here might actually enjoy his company made him smile. His heart softened, a gentle warmth filling his chest.

 

Now, curled up together, they gazed at the false moon, listening to the waves crash against the pier. Two lost souls, finally at peace, content to simply enjoy the presence of each other.

Notes:

Guys, I'm really trying hard to write TwoTime with They/Them, but I remind you that English is not my first language and I don't have a beta reader.

Writing "They/Them" in an English sentence is pretty easy, I admit. But in my language, there aren't really any endings I can use and translate accordingly. I have to write in plural and sometimes I get confused myself, but I'm really trying; I know how important it is to use the endings correctly and I apologize for the mistakes I may have made:(

That aside. I loved writing for OneShot, I hope you enjoyed it too >3

Chapter 22: 🔥🫂🥀 Telamon/007n7 — Do you regret it?

Summary:

Um if possible maybe ChickenBurger set pre c00lkid and maybe when shedletsky is still telamon
Um plot would be up to you but definitely mperg
Bottom 007n7
007n7 has a praise kink
Oh also size difference
And have shed or telamon in this case lay eggs in 007n7 and one of the eggs end up c00lkid, if you want you can do a second part where shed finds out but they're already forsakened, it only if you want to though, please and thank you
Love the fic

—Tang_Ishi

Notes:

Thanks for the words!

Includes mention of non-consensual body modification and maybe I didn't mention it much about kink praise, but there it is.

I want to clarify that there's no mention of how these two met, but they did meet before all this. I just don't want to fill in too much because I'll run out of work to work on😛

Let me explain a little, Telamon is the only one capable of impregnating 007n7 and Shedletsky appears briefly, at the end of the chapter you will see him but not at the beginning.

007n7 watched the people screaming and scrambling away from the fire, slipping on the ice he himself had laid down. A true work of art, if you asked him—cold ice on a summer day, intertwined with the blistering heat of flames.

 

His partner Noli was on another server, busy with his own creation. They were both still a little heated after their last argument, but 007n7 didn’t worry about him. Noli could take care of himself—he always did.

 

He tensed when the sound of trumpets echoed through the small town, the flames beginning to die out and the ice melting. A clear sign: time to leave.

 

He knew exactly who was with him—the stupid deity who, for some reason, kept letting him go. You’d think a god known for showing zero mercy to enemies wouldn’t let some filthy hacker slip through his fingers every single time. Pretty damn suspicious.

 

At first, 007n7 hated it. He knew it was all just some twisted game for the deity. But over time… he started enjoying every encounter with Telamon.

 

Every chase, every stare, every accidental brush of contact sent sparks running across his skin. His stomach twisted every time Telamon got too close, pinning him against a wall and pressing that blade to his throat—only for 007n7 to vanish back to his dingy apartment, leaving the deity behind.

 

Sometimes, the god didn’t even say a word—just followed him quietly, never attacking. Weird. But he wasn’t complaining.

 

Rarely, the deity came to him as someone else. Shedletsky, he called himself. It was strange, seeing the god’s second face—a double personality that felt almost… human. But the hacker welcomed it.

 

Shedletsky was chatty, even goofy at times. Still intimidating, yes, but his warmth and charm cut through 007n7’s usual defenses. Talking to Shedletsky without having to run for his life was—well—strange but kind of fun. He could count on one hand how many times that had happened.

 

It became a routine. 007n7 learned the deity’s patterns, his habits, who he was on any given day. And no matter what, every time 007n7 went out to stir up chaos, part of him was always waiting for Telamon to show up. Though a creeping anxiety gnawed at him—what if the god ever grew tired of their game?

 

With a quick command, 007n7 floated into the air. It wasn’t quite flying, but it was close enough—if not a little uncomfortable. Night fell in a sudden crash of darkness, the sky illuminated by the searing rays of Telamon’s arrival.

 

He leapt across rooftops, trying to get away from the spectacle.

 

Glancing back, he saw a figure closing in fast. Too fast. He pushed himself harder, but it was useless.

 

Telamon’s grin widened as he watched the hacker start to falter. Without hesitation, he lunged and caught 007n7 mid-fall.

 

The hacker smirked up at him, slipping free with another command, darting away again.

 

Their chase dragged on, neither of them paying attention to where they were going. Adrenaline burned through their veins, faces flushed, chests tight.

 

Finally, Telamon stopped playing. He caught 007n7 before he could vanish again.

“Phew—thanks, Telamon. I needed a break anyway,” 007n7 panted between breaths. And he wasn’t lying—his C00LGUI was starting to overheat. Still, he squirmed against Telamon’s hold.

 

“We need to talk, 007n7.” Telamon’s voice wrapped around his name like honey, pulling him tighter to his chest, pinning his arms so he couldn’t use his interface.

 

“Talk? What does a god want with a mortal like me?” he sneered, irritated by the capture. Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t even realize Telamon had pulled him closer until there was no escape.

 

“This game of ours can’t keep going,” the deity said, tone sharper now. The words did nothing to calm 007n7’s pulse.

 

“Then let me go and we’ll talk.” He tried to bargain, tail twitching as if trying to prod the god into letting him go. “Come on, I promi—AH!” He yelped when Telamon suddenly dropped him. Panic set in as his C00LGUI failed to respond.

 

The ground was way too far down. Was Telamon really going to let him splatter? He frantically mashed the panel, praying for a response. The deity disappeared from view—not that it mattered right now.

 

Finally, his C00LGUI flickered back to life. Ready to teleport out of there for good, he heard Noli’s voice in the back of his mind: “Don’t play with fire.”

 

Before he could hit the teleport command, strong hands seized his arms. He groaned and cursed as Telamon’s grip tightened around his wrists.

 

“We’re not done.” Telamon’s voice was calm, but his spinning flight made 007n7 dizzy.

“There’s nothing to talk about!” 007n7 shouted, struggling.

 

“Let me go! I’m not dying like this, you idiot!” His vision blurred, and his body sagged closer to Telamon’s.

 

He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for impact with the ground. Instead, Telamon’s arms tightened, wings beating hard as he shot back into the sky with the trembling hacker in his arms.

 

“You’re insane! You almost killed me!” 007n7 snapped, trying to calm his racing heart.

“You told me to let go,” Telamon shrugged, slowing into a smooth glide.

 

“Not like that.” 007n7 finally caught his breath, heart stabilizing. Wrapping his legs around Telamon’s waist felt awkward—mostly because the god’s size made him fight gravity just to stay steady.

 

“This has to stop,” Telamon said as they landed in a ring of fire. Only then did 007n7 realize—they were in Telamon’s domain.

 

“What is this? What are you talking about?” he asked, trying to pull back, but those iron arms refused to let him go.

 

“The admins want me to delete you, 007n7. And you know I would’ve done it long ago.” His growl contradicted the way he pulled 007n7 even closer. With a powerful flap, they ascended again—this time toward Telamon’s lair.

 

Heat flushed 007n7’s face—not just from the surroundings, but from the closeness. “Stay with me.” Those words stunned him, catching him off guard. “...What?”

 

“You heard me. You know damn well that anyone else would end you without hesitation. I’m the only one showing you mercy.” Telamon finally loosened his hold, the loss of contact oddly disappointing.

 

“So… what? You want me to live here with you? Hiding from everyone else?” 007n7 stared at the massive castle before him. A good life, maybe… “But I can’t just leave the ones I care about.”

 

Telamon’s jaw tightened—he knew who 007n7 meant. “They’re a bad influence,” he muttered, but kept his temper. Guiding 007n7 inside, he added, “Just think about it. You could have everything here—you’d only need me.”

 

Telamon’s voice was lower now, rougher. It was mating season for him, and he couldn’t think straight, not with 007n7 this close.

 

The hacker frowned, confused. “I don’t think… this thing between us would work—” He was cut off when Telamon shoved him against the wall, wings folding around him like a cage.

 

Heat pooled between 007n7’s legs, his cock stirring to life. Damn it—he’d fantasized about this, but those were stupid, impossible dreams. And now, with Telamon’s massive frame pressing him down, that hunger clawed its way up his spine.

 

“It wasn’t a question, Seven,” Telamon growled near his ear, savoring the nickname and every shiver it sent through the hacker.

 

“Then let me send a message—tell them I’ll be gone for a while,” 007n7 muttered before yanking Telamon down into a hungry kiss.

 

“Tomorrow,” Telamon breathed against his lips, hoisting 007n7 up by the thighs. Instinctively, 007n7 wrapped his legs around the deity’s waist, kissing him harder.

 

He didn’t know what the hell he just agreed to, but he wasn’t about to waste this one chance.

 

“Mmh—Telamon…” The warmth radiating from the god was intoxicating. Telamon’s hands roamed from his thighs, squeezing up to his ass.

 

“Relax, I’ll make you feel so good you’ll forget your own name, sweetheart,” Telamon murmured, a dangerous promise lurking in his tone. Over the coming days, he fully intended to make 007n7 stay.

 

Telamon stripped him piece by piece, scattering clothes down the hall as he carried him to the bedroom.

 

007n7’s body burned hotter, instincts screaming for more, even as part of him knew Telamon might be too much—too big, too intense.

 

“Telamon—” He moaned just from thinking about what those big, strong hands could do to him.

 

“I’m listening, darling. And you’ll be begging for more soon enough.” He tugged off 007n7’s shirt, leaving him in his boxers before dropping them onto the massive bed.

 

“I need to prep you first,” Telamon whispered against his neck, warm breath sparking electricity down his spine.

 

“Please, I’m not made of glass,” 007n7 moaned in relief when his aching cock was freed from his boxers, hard and leaking pre-cum.

 

“Oh, I know. But you have no idea who you’re dealing with.” Telamon smirked, conjuring a bottle of lube in one hand, pouring a generous amount over his fingers.

 

"Don't be boring! Ah!” Telamon inserted his finger with enough force to silence 007n7 but without hurting him.

 

He kissed his neck, leaving hickeys and a few bite marks. He noticed that 007n7 had other marks on his body, from his thighs to his neck. They were already fading, but they were still there.

 

Well, he would make sure to mark him and let everyone know who he belonged to now. No one else would be able to touch him, not even the other administrators.

 

“I didn't know you were so—desperate.” He replied between breaths as another finger entered 007n7's ass without giving him time to adjust to the first. They set a gentle rhythm, but the stretching pain remained.

 

“I didn't know you were fucking someone else.” He growled, showing his discontent. Yet, he continued with more delicacy now. Only for the moment.

 

“Ugh—If you wanted me to be a virgin, you should have brought me here a long time ago, Telamon.” He frowned. Of course, it wasn't something he would admit, but he wished he had known Telamon before... everything that happened.

 

“It doesn't matter; no one else will be able to touch you. You're only for Telamon from now on.” He pushed his fingers deeper, searching for the spot that would make 007n7 shut up once and for all.

 

“I'm not an object—Ah, God!” He arched his back when Telamon's fingers hit his prostate, catching him off guard.

 

“That's me.” He joked while continuing to stimulate the man beneath him. He started kissing him again, replacing the marks of others with his own. “Your warm and tight hole tells me someone else is desperate too.”

 

“Mhmp, don't play—with me. Oh Telamon~” He moaned the name with desperation, but the deity managed to contain himself by clenching his teeth. His wings, on the other hand, fluttered and enclosed them in a cage.

 

“But who was playing with fire, huh?” He inserted another finger, hearing the cry of pleasure from the hacker. “After this, you'll only beg for my cock. No one else will be able to satisfy you like Telamon.”

 

“Then make me scream.” He bit his lip and wrapped his tail around one of the wings, eliciting a groan from the deity. He smiled slyly, but it disappeared when Telamon bit his neck. “Ah! Don't bite.” He complained but continued to enjoy the pain.

 

“Don't challenge me, darling.” He licked the earlobe and marked a path back to his neck.

 

After a few minutes of foreplay, Telamon removed his fingers and conjured a small vial. “Take this; I promise it will make you feel better.”

 

007n7 looked at him doubtfully, panting from the sudden withdrawal of the fingers inside him. “What is it?” He asked doubtfully, fearful that Telamon might drug him. He preferred to enjoy all this consciously, not drugged.

 

As if reading his thoughts, Telamon replied, “It won't make you unconscious or poison you, idiot. And it's an order.” He sat with 007n7's legs wrapped around his hips and thighs, pulling him to feel his erection.

 

Oh.

 

“It's a relaxant, I suppose.” His face felt hotter. Telamon's bulge was too large, even confined in his pants. He was afraid for his life, but it didn't matter too much.

 

Telamon didn't respond, waiting for 007n7 to drink from the vial. Still doubting, he brought the vial to his lips and drank slowly.

 

He pulled away immediately when a sip entered his mouth. “That's disgusting; can we move on? I can handle it.” He stammered when Telamon's eyes gleamed in the shadow of his hood.

 

The deity took several strands of 007n7's hair, forcing him to open his mouth and swallow what he offered. “Definitely not going to handle it, 007n7” He whispered to the hacker's ego.

 

007n7 had no choice; he swallowed with a grimace of disgust. The retching sounds echoed, but he didn't vomit anything. Finally, he drank every last drop.

 

“Mhmp, what was that, Telamon?” He questioned again when he felt his body heating up. It wasn't like he was on fire, but he definitely felt too sensitive and hot. “Telamon~”

 

The deity smiled at the quick effect. “Shhh, you'll feel better soon, darling.” The caresses became more stimulating for his poor body. His tail suddenly thrashed, seeking its own stimulation between Telamon's soft feathers.

 

007n7 felt a pain in his belly. “It hurts! Please.” Tears started to fall, and moans and pants began to fill the room again.

 

“Patience. I know it hurts, and I know how to make you feel better, n7.” He stroked 007n7's cock, staining his hand with pre-cum, but he didn't care.

 

He destroyed the cage he made with his wings, extending both to the sides.

 

Finally, he started undressing. The hood disappeared, revealing a abundant curly brown hair. “Soft and silky” thought 007n7 while holding back his needy moans.

 

But that wasn't what captured the hacker's attention. The golden eyes were like two amber stones holding the stories and moments of everyone. They glowed with intensity, filled with lust and desire.

 

007n7 felt seen for the first time, felt that he truly belonged to no one but Telamon. He could say he felt blessed by the beautiful sight above him.

 

He continued undressing in front of the hacker, giving him a show. 007n7 could have complimented or joked with the deity, but right now, he only wanted Telamon to hurry up and relieve his pain as promised.

 

“Amazed by the view?” He observed as 007n7's eyes continued to release tears but were darkening more with pleasure.

 

“If I say yes, will you hurry up?” He ground against Telamon's lap, seeking more friction. For some reason, his entrance felt more needy, and he could say he would push Telamon and ride him if he had the strength.

 

“You don't have to say it. Your eyes already scream for you.” Finally, he freed his large cock.

 

007n7 now understood why Telamon wanted to prepare him properly. His body trembled with anticipation.

He knew his size was at least average, but Telamon's cock was, in the best words, something fitting for a great deity.

 

The deity took his cock in his hand and guided it to 007n7's entrance. “Telamon—Wait! I don't think it's going to fit.” He said nervously, with a twisted smile and reddened skin.

 

“Don't worry; we'll make your tight hole adapt to it.” He smiled slyly, seeing the man beneath him tremble.

 

“What? You'll split me in two!” He tried to pull away, but his body was sensitive to every touch, even between the silk sheets, it was too pleasurable.

 

“We can stop if you want.” He said reluctantly, waiting for 007n7 to calm down to continue.

 

007n7 thought about the pros and cons. Definitely, it would hurt, and he wouldn't walk for a few days, he supposed. Besides that, the pain in his hole intensified when he felt the head of Telamon's cock rub against his entrance, bringing him back to reality.

 

He didn't say anything more and opened his legs, finally offering his body to the great deity. Telamon smiled with barely disguised sweetness and started to push inside 007n7.

 

“Mhm—too much.” Tears escaped his eyes, feeling how the cock expanded his tight hole even more. The foreplay seemed insignificant now. He wished he had been more patient.

 

“You can take it, darling.” Telamon mocked 007n7's words. “Don't worry, you'll feel better soon.”

 

007n7 only cried and moaned in response. The pain turned into pleasure, his hole finally started to clench around the cock and take it as it should.

 

“That's it, you were made for me.” His wings enveloped them again, keeping 007n7's moans and whimpers inside the cage.

 

Telamon started to pant at the tightness of 007n7, but he didn't stop. Finally, he was taking what was his and had waited too long to back out now.

Of course, he didn't want to hurt 007n7, but the hacker didn't scream for him to stop with all this. Although he gave him time to adjust to the size before thrusting deeper.

 

Control started to slip from his hands, wanting to penetrate the warm and tight hole of 007n7 in one go.

 

“You're doing well, n7.” He encouraged the panting hacker. His flushed face and tears staining his cheeks was a sight he would keep to himself.

 

007n7 couldn't say anything; he didn't find the strength to formulate a response.

 

“You should see yourself, taking my cock like a champion.” Telamon pressed his stomach, which caused a moan from 007n7. “We're already halfway there, darling, just a little more.”

 

007n7 nodded without paying attention. Telamon's cock inside him rubbed against his prostate and caused more waves of pleasure. He entwined his tail among Telamon's feathers again, feeling more sensitive than ever.

 

“Telamon—more.” What a masochist he turned out to be; maybe at the end of the day, he really was a weirdo as Noli had called him.

 

“As you command, babe.” His control crumbled a bit at 007n7's words. Hearing his name come out of the hacker's lips would be something he would always appreciate.

 

He thrust with more force, his pre-cum lubricating the entire way. He gave a final thrust, hitting bottom. 007n7 arched his back at an uncomfortable angle.

 

“I told you we would.” He leaned in to lick 007n7's tears, softly caressing his thighs and waiting for him to adjust a bit to the size.

 

“Oh—please.” He didn't know why he was begging, but his tail thrashed strongly and hit Telamon's torso. He had never felt so full and liked the sensation.

 

He looked down, noticing a slight bulge over his belly. His face turned even redder, and a gasp escaped his lips when Telamon pressed him again.

 

“You look so cute underneath me, taking my cock.” 007n7 only moaned at the compliment, unable to find more words.

 

Telamon distributed soft kisses over 007n7's neck and collarbone, gently caressing his tail to distract him. The session of kisses and caresses lasted for a few minutes.

 

“Mhmm, you can move.” There was no need to repeat it; Telamon pulled out almost completely and pushed gently. “Ah—too much.” The tears returned.

 

“Take it easy, darling. We can try something else.” Telamon suggested while stopping.

 

“I didn't say to stop.” He growled, 007n7, finally finding relief from his pain, embracing all the sensations to turn them into pleasure.

 

“Little brat.” He thrust forcefully as a warning, but 007n7 moaned with joy.

 

Telamon set a slow and gentle rhythm, not wanting to succumb to 007n7's masochistic and pleasurable desire.

 

In and out. 007n7 felt every vein and the entire shape enter and exit his hole, rubbing against his prostate without directly hitting it, he moaned in frustration but understood why the rhythm was slow.

 

Telamon felt the warm and tight walls of 007n7 clench his cock with strength and eagerness, as if telling him to stay there forever.

 

He placed 007n7's legs over his shoulders, getting a better angle. Now in his mating press, there was no turning back.

 

“No—flexible.” He murmured when Telamon pressed his legs toward his head. “We'll work with that.” He bit his thigh and continued thrusting forcefully.

 

“I didn't think you would take me so well. I must admit that my expectations were met and more.” He smiled with pride, pushing each time faster.

 

Telamon observed how with each thrust, a bulge appeared over 007n7's belly, waiting to fill him with his eggs and see him always full.

 

007n7 never thought someone could go so deep, but Telamon appeared and here he was, under his dominion. He could say that after this, his insides would be reorganized and no one else could satisfy him as well as Telamon.

 

The moans came out without any shame; he didn't see the point of holding back against the overwhelming pleasure. This only encouraged Telamon to keep going, increasing his pace.

 

The moans and pants were retained in the cage of Telamon's wings, each wet and obscene sound bouncing off the immense feathers.

 

Telamon stretched his wings after feeling suffocated, but he didn't stop his rhythm.

 

The light in the room made 007n7 close his eyes, pressing his legs over Telamon's shoulders.

 

“Open your eyes, n7.” He ordered while precisely hitting the prostate. “I know you can do it.”

 

The soft words made him obey, looking down. The view would be something he would never forget.

 

“Telamon~” They moaned louder, pushing down to take more. “Ah—More—faster.” He begged between moans. His body felt on fire this whole time, his cock was already leaking with the need for release.

 

“Greedy little thing. Don't worry, with me, you'll never lack anything.” He promised while accelerating his pace, on the verge of losing control.

 

007n7's head started to cloud over with pleasure, succumbing to all the sensations and finally giving up all control.

 

It felt too good, Telamon's cock throbbed inside him, hitting his prostate making him see stars with each hit. He felt like he was in heaven.

 

Telamon groaned feeling how 007n7's hole clenched him tighter, knowing the hacker was close to coming.

 

“You deserve a reward, darling. You've done well.” Telamon started to stroke his cock. And if before 007n7 wasn't screaming, he definitely was now.

 

“Who makes you feel better.” He wanted to make 007n7 scream his name, only his, no one else's. “Come on, I know you can do it.” He thrust forcefully but slowly, letting 007n7 catch his breath.

 

“Telamon” He murmured tiredly. “I didn't hear you, darling.” He bit his thigh again. “Telamon!” He screamed as he came in the deity's hand.

 

“That's it, you've done it perfectly. You're perfect and only for me.” He groaned against 007n7's neck seeking his own release.

 

“Ugh—no more!” He cried out when his prostate continued to be hit mercilessly, this time the thrusts became erratic but managed to make him lose his mind.

 

Telamon didn't hear him, feeling how his own balls start to tighten. The knot under his belly started to descend to his cock, beginning to release inside 007n7's tight hole.

 

“You'll carry my children, 007n7” He commented while continuing to thrust inside him.

 

007n7 thought they were the deity's ravings, until he felt how the cock inside him started to stretch him even more. “No! Wait ah—” the pain wasn't very pleasant, but he endured it.

 

Telamon murmured several words of encouragement above him, but he couldn't concentrate on many things. He clung to the pleasure he still felt, not wanting to pay attention to the small spheres that were entering him.

 

Of course, his body accepted them quite well, and that disconcerted him. Wasn't he supposed to enjoy being... impregnated? By the deity, much less carrying what he supposed were small eggs.

 

He felt like an eternity had passed, each one lodged inside him, specifically in his belly. Was it even possible? His body accepted them and made him think that in reality, he was made only to keep the children of Telamon inside him.

 

“Good job, darling. You look so cute pregnant.” He kissed his lips sweetly. 007n7 tried to return the kiss but could barely move. “You can rest; it will be a long week.”

 

Telamon finally released him, letting all the liquid escape. He observed the destroyed body of his sworn enemy, storing the image in the back of his mind.

 

This would be one of many nights with the man beneath him.

 

He arranged 007n7 on his bed, in clean sheets for him to rest well.

 

He heard a cell phone ringing in the background, but he didn't pay attention. Now, all that mattered was taking care of his now lover and father of his children.

 

He hummed while relaxing in the heat that 007n7 provided, happy to finally have him in his arms.

 

He closed his eyes thinking about how the following days would be.

 

---

 

007n7 could honestly say he didn’t regret letting Telamon take him that night. Sure, he hadn’t been thrilled about carrying eggs in his belly or the not-so-consensual body changes that followed, but he couldn’t deny that his new life made him… happy.

 

Of course, he missed blowing things up with Noli, but there was no going back.

 

Over time, he grew used to the shifting identities of Telamon and Shedletsky. He found he preferred Telamon’s protective and possessive side, but Shedletsky’s carefree and playful nature helped him adapt to this strange new life.

 

He loved both sides of him all the same.

 

Losing them was something he could never forget. His heart stopped when Builderman arrived, holding Telamon’s shattered sword and tattered cape.

 

The admin felt pity for the now single father. If the deity were still alive, he would’ve killed 007n7 himself for failing to keep his promise.

 

Builderman allowed him to stay in Telamon’s castle, watched over by several workers who kept a close eye on him. 007n7’s pregnancy had been expected by the Elite—and beyond.

 

Builderman became a pillar of support for him, helping and guiding him, until one day, Builderman vanished. 007n7 was worried sick, but his mind was consumed with one thing—his child.

 

Unfortunately, two of the eggs didn’t survive. But the last one… it was a ray of hope.

 

He didn’t care if the egg had been affected by everything that had happened. The child now cradled in his arms was the most precious thing he had left of Telamon, and he wasn’t about to let him go.

 

He clung to life with teeth and nails, missing his lover and the friends he had lost, but loving his ray of light more with each passing day.

 

He would’ve loved for his child to meet his father, but the boy didn’t seem to mind. Just knowing that his father had been a god—a hero of Robloxia—was enough to make him proud.

 

007n7’s heart moved forward again, unwilling to stop.

 

---

 

Shedletsky stared at 007n7 without saying a word.

 

He looked older, worn out—nothing like the carefree young man he’d met so long ago. Shedletsky thought maybe he had finally gone insane in this hellish place.

 

Then a brick smashed against his shoulder. “Come on! Show me if what they say about you is true!” The red demon chased him, but Shedletsky didn’t really care what it meant—or what it wanted.

 

He was just grateful he wasn’t alone here, though he pitied those trapped with him.

 

He didn’t notice when he ran right into the real 007n7, knocking them both to the ground.

 

“Shedletsky?” That sweet voice hadn’t changed, though it carried a tired note now. “What the hell—?” 007n7’s brows furrowed, his heart clenching painfully at the sight of someone he never thought he’d see again.

 

“I’ll explain later, 007n7.” Shedletsky scooped him up, carrying him bridal style as he ran. “First, we need to find a place to hide.”

 

“What? No! Put me down!” He didn’t want to deal with Shedletsky right now—he wanted to see his son.

 

“Are we playing rescue-the-princess? How fun!” C00lkidd summoned his mini-clones, racing after them with a mischievous grin. “Don’t worry, Dad, I’ll save you!” His smile was both mocking and innocent.

 

“Dad? What the hell is he talking about?” Shedletsky yelled, confused.

 

“You’d know if you hadn’t left me!” 007n7 shouted back, voice cracking with anger and heartbreak. He never thought he’d have to explain to Shedletsky that his son had gotten sick—and that now they were being hunted.

 

“007n7—” Shedletsky finally found a hiding place, grateful that Guest was distracting C00lkidd.

“Don’t say anything. Please,” 007n7 whispered, hugging his knees tightly to his chest.

 

There was too much to say, too many questions, and no place to start. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he looked at the man before him—the one who had loved him once—now broken by the monster his son had become.

 

“I can’t do this anymore,” 007n7 whispered, staring at the man he’d loved so fiercely, even if for too short a time.

 

Shedletsky didn’t speak. He just wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into his chest, gently rubbing his back. 007n7 let himself sink into that warmth, letting it soothe him for a moment.

 

The ticking sound in the distance felt strange—he still had no idea where he was or why the two people he loved most were here.

 

“Shhh… we’ll be fine. We’ll fix this.” 007n7 knew it was a lie, but he decided to believe him one last time. He wished, more than anything, that everything could go back to the moment before it all went downhill.

 

Did he regret ever meeting Telamon?

That was a question he might never answer.

 

 

Notes:

I know the ending sucks, but I have an excuse. I'll release this OneShot in a separate work😛

It shares something with another work of this ship. Uhmmm I'll make a separate chapter where I'll put in a row the works inspired by OneShots from here, because I'm definitely going to get lost.

I have a request, name this ship DivineBurger or other name even though they are the same person (Telamon/Shedletsky) 🧍‍♀️

It's like 77Noli, we loyal ones really know that the first person in a ship's name is the top🥀 But you know that couple like that and they really are a majority that uses 77Noli, I don't know, maybe VoidBurger uh. I saw this name in tt comments and I am in favor of the petition for this couple too

I'll also be back from my trip tomorrow, and I'll focus on continuing with my pending works here😪

I hope you liked it!🩷

Chapter 23: List of works inspired by OneShots/Request from here

It's not a OneShot or anything, just a list of works that I will take out of here to develop them.

 

At the request of some and to free my ideas, because I definitely have not stopped thinking about some ideas for the OneShot.

Why? I don't like long OneShots or posting them separately here. So, yes, I will post them separately because I can and I want to😛

 

Format:

Ship Name — OneShot Title posted here — Status (In Progress/No Progress) — Published? ✅/❌ + Name of the work already published

 

 

List:

 

• PoisonBurger / Little obsession / In progress / ✅ Obsession 
• ChickenBurger/ Wings / In progress / ✅ Reward and feathers. 
• ChickenBurger/ Us and destiny / In progress / ❌
• 007n7 Angst / Be okay / No progress
• ChickenBurger / Do you regret it? / In progress / ❌
• 007n7 motherly / A chance to care again / In Progress / ❌
• Doomhacker / Anything for him / In progress / ❌ 
• 007n7/Everyone / Chapter 30 / In progress / ❌ 

 

 

If it's short, but some really have filler or plot, it doesn't matter. Some of these OneShots were by popular demand🔥

Others I really liked and I cant leave them unfinished :(

This will be updated if there's another OneShot I'd like to develop. I have two possibilities right now, but I don't know yet. I'll let you know if anything happens! :3

 

Uhhh I also want to take this opportunity to thank you with all my heart for the support I have received! It makes me happy to contribute a grain of sand here :3

 

I liked all of your ideas. I honestly thought I would reject some, but most of them are actually good ideas...I love you so much>3

 

I also want to remind you that you can leave your requests! Every so often (indefinitely) I open the requests and take the ones that were requested while I was closed.

 

Um, I just ask that you leave your requests on the requests page! It really helps if you give me details too, but that doesn't matter.

The important thing is that they confuse me and sometimes I don't remember in which chapter the request was made😢

 

That would be all, thanks again for all the support you've given me!

 

I look forward to your comments ^w^

 

 

Notes:

I hope ao3 implements an option to give kudos to comments😞

Chapter 24: 🫂💗 Burguerdebt — From the beginning

Summary:

Uhmm... Hello, how are you today? Sorry for that dry greets but uhm... Can you make a fluff and smut of Mafioso x 007n7? Maybe it's really the best ship but I'm just thought that maybe it would be nice to see more of them. If you don't want to do it then it's fine, I still like reading your fanfic. 😁

—The guy (Guest)

Notes:

Yes, I can't put the whole request but it was long... Man what heheh

Smut in the next update, why? Because this is too long, I don't want to overwhelm you. I'm also doing a favor to those who come to read Smut, uhhmmm 😛

Uhm yeah, sorry for not adding everything you asked for, I just forgot some parts and I liked the idea of love at first sight on Mafioso's part😞

I forgot again that 007n7 has glasses. I swear I'll put contact lenses on him next time.

The title sucks, again. Brilliant.

Music pulsed through the entire place. The scent of sweat and alcohol dominated the air, mixed with the sting of cheap perfume.

 

007n7 and Noli were relaxing with a couple of drinks after pulling off a big explosion at Elliot’s pizzeria.

 

Noli had been more reckless about it, but he was just glad to have his friend at his side. Someone had to look after the other, even if he knew they were both a pair of fools when together.

 

“We really did deserve a break.” Noli ordered another vodka shot. 007n7, however, stayed away from the alcohol. He knew he was a lightweight and had no desire to repeat what happened last time.

 

He much preferred dancing in the crowd. Maybe dragging someone to the bathroom or a dark corner, but tonight wasn’t the night for that.

 

“Come on, Noli. We both know you’re just as much of a disaster with booze.” He frowned when he noticed a couple of guys getting too close to them.

 

“Hmm? I wasn’t the one who puked all over the apartment.” 007n7 flushed at the memory. “Shut up, idiot. No need to yell that out.” He turned his gaze away, looking anywhere else but Noli’s stupid grin.

 

Noli raised his hand to pat his friend’s back but accidentally bumped into someone. “What the hell’s your problem, asshole?” The stranger grabbed Noli by the collar and shoved him against the bar.

 

007n7 instinctively reached for his C00LGUI but stopped—there were too many witnesses for him to risk outing himself as a hacker. Still, before he could even think of another move, someone else shoved him just like they did to Noli.

 

“Do you have any idea how much those cost? You’d better pay for them,” the man growled, drawing attention from those nearby.

 

“Whoa, calm down. I’m not paying anything, it was an accident.” He growled again as he was pushed, this time forced to walk.

 

“You have no idea who you’re messing with.” Noli froze as he felt the cold press of a gun muzzle. 007n7 saw it too and turned pale. “Bring the other idiot,” someone ordered, forcing 007n7 to walk alongside them.

 

They were taken into an alley next to the bar. Noli tried to fight back, but a punch to the stomach knocked the air out of him. “Don’t try anything smart. I’ll say it again—you’re paying for the damage to the glasses.”

 

“All this for some glasses? How much are they worth?” 007n7 asked, now stressed out. His tail twitched nervously.

 

“100,000.”

 

007n7 and Noli looked at each other, barely holding in their laughter.

 

“Come on, even you don’t believe those glasses are worth that much, man.” Noli didn’t get another word in before getting punched in the jaw.

 

“Hey! Get your damn hands off him!” 007n7 tried to lunge at the guy hitting his friend, but two others grabbed him before he could.

 

“One way or another, your friend’s paying.” 007n7 glanced at the cheap plastic glasses. How shameless could someone be to lie so blatantly? Not that he was one to judge, he thought grimly.

 

“We don’t have that kind of money, dude. And we don’t need an expert to tell those glasses are fake.” His wrists were yanked apart and held tightly, ensuring he couldn’t try anything.

 

“Yeah! Total scam.” Maybe they should’ve stayed quiet. They didn’t regret speaking the truth—just not keeping their mouths shut.

 

“If you won’t pay, we’ll collect in another way. Bring him over—make his friend watch.” The thugs followed the order.

 

They dragged 007n7 under a flickering yellow light. He squirmed in their grip, but it was useless. He heard Noli’s muffled cries behind him.

 

“Let me go!” No. He wasn’t going to beg for this pack of scammers. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to make it easy for them.

 

Using his tail, he jabbed one of the guys in the eye. That gave him enough space to punch the other with his freed arm. The exit was blocked, but he tried reaching for his C00LGUI.

 

Unfortunately, he didn’t get far before his head slammed into the wall. “Don’t play the hero,” someone whispered in his ear before grabbing both his arms again.

 

His glasses were flung away—probably lost in the trash, along with his hat.

 

Now dizzy, they stuffed a rag into his mouth. He caught sight of Noli struggling in the hands of two more thugs. At this point, he just hoped they made it out alive.

 

It was frustrating. Two hackers taken down by a bunch of scammers. Fantastic.

 

“Guess you get to watch while we destroy your friend.” Noli let out a strangled cry as he was hit again, his head yanked toward 007n7 to make sure he’d watch what came next.

 

007n7’s screams were muffled. They weren’t loud—he was still dazed. Everything felt surreal and painful. The blow to his head had him disassociating a bit, but not enough to numb the pain.

 

He didn’t know how much time passed—it felt endless. Eventually, the fog in his mind started to lift.

 

“There we go, welcome back.” One of the thugs grabbed his face, forcing it upward. Another struck his stomach with a metal pipe. He felt something rise up his throat, but his mouth was blocked.

 

“You’ve got a pretty face—shame that won’t save you.” The main thug raised a fist. 007n7 closed his eyes, bracing for a hit that never came.

 

He was suddenly released, collapsing to his knees on the dirty ground. Chaos broke out around him, but all he could do was clutch his stomach and spit the rag out of his mouth.

 

Blood hit the ground—not much, but enough to worry him. His ears were filled with the sound of his own heavy breathing. So when a hand touched his back, he flinched.

 

“Hey! You okay, buddy?” A young man came into view, hands raised as he cautiously approached. “Yeah, they really beat the crap out of you.” His smile remained, but there was caution behind it.

 

“Seven!” Noli pushed past the guy and rushed to 007n7, cupping his face in his hands. “I’m so sorry.”

 

“You always get sentimental when you’re drunk, idiot. I’m fine.” 007n7 let Noli inspect his bruises, wiping away a few stray tears.

 

“Shut up, Seven.” Noli pulled away and discreetly pulled out his own hax, waiting for it to load—ready to flee if needed. 007n7 looked past him, noticing other men restraining one of the scammers.

 

A tall, broad man seemed to be their leader, though 007n7 hadn’t paid him much attention until he turned to face them. With a silent gesture, his men dragged the scammers off somewhere else.

 

“I hope you’re alright,” the leader said, stepping closer to look over 007n7. He extended a hand to help him up.

 

“Yeah… thanks for everything.” 007n7 accepted it, grateful since Noli could barely hold himself up anymore. His vision stayed blurry without his glasses, but he didn’t mind too much.

 

He noticed Noli digging through the trash—hopefully for his hat. He wasn’t about to leave his spider noob behind.

 

Before he could say anything, one of the subordinates came over. “One of them got away. Slipped off while we were dealing with the rest.” He whispered, but 007n7 still heard it.

 

The leader went quiet for a moment before turning toward the bruised scammers. “Let us drive you home. On the house.” 007n7 would’ve been suspicious if he wasn’t still dizzy and in pain.

 

He simply nodded as the leader guided him along. Noli followed with little caution, cracking jokes with two of the men. What a bunch of idiots, 007n7 thought, catching a bad joke and hearing the others laugh behind them.

 

They got into a sleek black car. 007n7 felt embarrassed by how underdressed he was but didn’t dwell on it. He slid inside.

 

He felt the leader’s eyes on him—uncomfortable, but the pain helped him ignore it. “Let me take a look.” The man’s voice caught everyone’s attention, but the other mafiosos didn’t react, keeping 007n7 distracted.

 

“I’m fine, really. I’ll just have some bruises tomorrow.” This wasn’t his first time getting hurt in a sketchy situation, but the leader’s heavy stare made him shut up and comply.

 

The man’s hands ran across his now bare torso, gently cleaning a few cuts. Eventually, he wrapped the whole thing up without seeming too worried—nothing broken, just surface injuries.

 

“If anything else starts hurting, call this number.” He handed over a small card. 007n7 couldn’t read it well but recognized the numbers. He frowned at his blurry vision, but he’d check it later. He slipped the card into his pocket and gave the man a small smile.

 

If he weren’t a bit tipsy, he’d swear he was sitting with a bunch of gangsters—real mafia types. The kind you pay to make someone disappear. That thought made him panic a little. Black suits… spacious car… was this a mini-limo?

 

Noli’s laughter echoed through the car, joined by the chuckles of the others. Caporegime watched them through the rearview mirror, following the directions Noli gave without hesitation.

 

Eventually, they pulled up in front of an old apartment building. He grimaced at the state of it but said nothing.

“We’re here, boss,” he announced, stepping out to open the door for 007n7.

 

Both hackers climbed out. 007n7 was practically carrying his friend, who was even drunker than before. The strong scent of vodka gave Noli away, but 007n7 didn’t say a word about it.

 

“Thanks again,” he said with a little wave, his tail flicking like a third hand.

 

Mafioso and his subordinates watched as the two stumbled their way into the rundown building.

 

“Your friend’s a dumbass,” Soldier muttered as he climbed back into the car.

 

“At least he tells better jokes than you, Soldier,” Contractee rolled his eyes and shut the window.

 

Consigliere placed a hand on Mafioso’s shoulder. “We need to work on your taste, boss,” he joked before heading inside with the others, hoping their boss would move on from his little crush.

 

It had been unexpected. Mafioso rarely paid attention to anyone, especially not in a bar. Still, it gave the group a bit of action and entertainment tonight. They hoped they wouldn’t have to come back to this dump.

 

---

 

Unfortunately for them, Mafioso had ordered an investigation into 007n7. They already knew where he lived. Now they just had to figure out if he really was a college student and if he was actually dating that guy—Noli.

 

Both were odd. Their routines changed constantly, and their behavior was inconsistent at best.

 

“I mean—one day he’s blowing things up, and the next he doesn’t even leave his room?” Contractee groaned, slamming his forehead against the table. He was frustrated to be the one stuck monitoring every one of 007n7’s movements, but he didn’t defy the boss’s orders.

 

“Come on, Contractee. The boss trusted you with this.” Consigliere patted his back, trying to cheer him up.

 

“I just... I want a bit more action. It’s been three months since the boss got fixated on his little obsession, and it’s been anything but fun.” He sighed, leaning back in his chair.

 

“Actually… he does look kind of familiar,” Caporegime said, exchanging a glance with Soldier.

“Yeah, I think I’ve got something on him.”

 

Contractee narrowed his eyes. They had info on this guy and never told him?

“Relax, it wasn’t on purpose, Tee. We just remembered,” Caporegime said, giving him a light smack on the head while still watching his scowl.

 

Mafioso stepped out of his office, ready to send the others out to settle a debt—until he overheard something interesting.

 

“The only exciting thing that’s happened lately was with his buddy, the clown. Seems like they argued about Cool- something,” Contractee said, falling silent when he noticed Mafioso’s intense stare.

 

“Go on. I’m all ears.” Mafioso smiled with interest. 007n7’s friend was clearly a thorn in his side—but one he couldn’t quite remove. Not yet.

 

“They argued and it looks like they really split. Noli hasn’t gone back to that apartment, and 007n7 called a real estate agency this morning. I was planning to look into whether he bought another apartment or a house.”

 

Mafioso felt a twisted sense of satisfaction hearing about that obstacle falling away. He’d known something was going on between 007n7 and Noli—but that didn’t stop his fascination with the boy in the burger hat.

 

Soldier approached with a dusty folder.

“Here it is. It was a request from Mr. Builder, the owner of a pizzeria. He pulled back all contact after his son caught him talking to us,” he explained, placing the folder on the table before stepping away.

 

“Don’t lose sight of him, Contractee.” Mafioso left the room, a smile tugging at his lips.

 

“Well, I thought his obsession with that guy would pass,” Caporegime muttered, returning to work.

 

“Yeah, well, someone’s definitely going to end up as 007n7’s bodyguard,” Consigliere said as he left with Soldier, prepping weapons for the next job.

 

“I hope the boss knows his obsession is a hacker.” Contractee flipped through the sparse contents of the folder. Despite the inconsistencies, he was finally piecing it all together.

 

“Ohhh, no wonder he looked familiar.” Caporegime leaned on Contractee’s chair, scanning the photos.

“Guy’s a total bum. You’d think a hacker could’ve handled some low-level scammers,” he scoffed before walking away.

 

Contractee groaned, tossing the folder aside. He just wanted to go back to his apartment and stop stalking 007n7.

 

He reached for his phone and started pulling strings, trying to figure out where the hacker was moving.

 

---

 

007n7 parked in the driveway of his new house. Thanks to a few successful thefts and keeping his identity well hidden, he’d managed to buy a decent place for himself and his new son.

 

His eyes were still puffy from all the crying. Noli never came back after their fight, and C00lkidd wouldn’t stop crying through the nights. The exhaustion was starting to eat away at him, but he kept going.

 

He couldn’t say he felt alone—not with the child in his arms. But he had hoped to have someone to rely on in moments like this. Unfortunately, there was no one left.

 

Now, it was just him and his son.

 

He sighed as he stepped into the new house. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for them to live comfortably for the next few months.

 

He had to start looking for work if he wanted to provide for C00lkidd. He also needed to keep a close eye on him. Based on what he’d already seen—and from his own experience—hybrids didn’t develop the same way as regular humans.

 

While most four-month-olds were still toothless, C00lkidd already had several fangs poking through. And his appetite? Insatiable. The baby demanded food almost every hour and became cranky if it wasn’t something he liked—or if he was simply hungry.

 

The list kept growing—reminding 007n7 just how different his child was from the others. That was what drove him to care for him.

 

He felt a deep connection to C00lkidd. He understood what it meant to be rejected, no matter how hard you tried. And he wanted to be the difference. To give this kid the love, attention, and chances he himself never got. A shot at growing up as normal as possible.

 

The world was never kind to those who were different—hybrid or not. He’d learned that the hard way.

 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, little one.”

And for some reason, C00lkidd always seemed to understand everything being said around him. It was weird, but 007n7 didn’t give it too much thought.

 

He finally started to feel like he was drifting away from his past—freeing himself from strings he didn’t even know had been holding him.

 

He wished things had gone differently. But now, all he could do was focus on caring for his little spark of hope.

 

____

 

The days passed. Boring and exhausting at first. Waking up night after night to feed or rock C00lkidd in his arms wore him down, but he slowly grew used to the new routine.

 

He was grateful he’d saved up all this time. Never in his life did he imagine he’d end up raising a child—especially not one that needed so much more than others.

 

Mornings were his peaceful moments. For some reason, C00lkidd hated waking up at sunrise. 007n7 never questioned it—he just used the time to rest or get things done while the baby slept.

 

That was, until one morning, the doorbell rang.

 

His sleep had become light, and the sound snapped him awake. He slipped on his glasses and headed to C00lkidd’s room.

 

He had promised himself he’d stop using the C00LGUI—only in case of emergency.

 

He knew it couldn’t be Noli. He had blocked every route and made sure there were no traces left behind. He didn’t even know where Noli was anymore.

 

Maybe it’s an admin, he thought with dread. Maybe they came to take C00lkidd away. The idea terrified him—but maybe it was better to face consequences now, rather than let others write his punishment later.

 

Nervously, he looked toward the familiar panel glowing in front of him, then glanced at C00lkidd drooling on his blanket. A soft smile curved his lips, and a warmth bloomed in his chest.

 

Another chime snapped him out of it. He quickly stashed the C00LGUI and stepped out of the room, gently closing the door behind him. He prayed he wouldn’t have to be separated from his child.

 

The bell rang again and again—grating on his nerves. He tried to stay calm.

“One second!” he called, panic slipping into his voice. He hoped the person outside hadn’t noticed.

 

He peeked through the peephole. Nothing. No one was there.

 

Carefully, he opened the door and stepped outside to check, but again—nothing. No presence, no silhouette. Just a bouquet of flowers in a delicate Chinese vase.

 

That was strange. His instincts screamed at him. Who the hell would send me flowers? Noli knew peonies were his favorite. Lilies were nice too, but still…

 

He held the vase cautiously, half-expecting it to explode. After minutes of suspicion, he gave up and brought them inside.

 

He placed them on a cabinet by the door, still wondering who could’ve left them. Wrong delivery? Maybe. But he didn’t rule out the possibility that a stalker had sent them.

 

He scoffed. A stalker found me before Noli did… or maybe Noli just doesn’t care anymore. Either way, he was part of the past now. Time to forget him—even if it still hurt.

 

A small cry pulled him from his thoughts. C00lkidd was whimpering again.

 

It was going to be a long day.

 

---

 

To my surprise, the gifts kept coming. Every morning at 8 a.m., my doorbell rang without fail. I never managed to catch who was leaving them—but I didn’t complain.

 

Little by little, I began accepting them without suspicion, even feeling a bit flattered that someone was interested in courting me. I knew these kinds of gifts were a form of affection, and the idea made me blush.

 

I never thought I’d live a domestic life—raising a child and having a secret admirer—but it actually felt good.

 

The gifts never stopped, and my son kept growing.

 

Seven months had passed since I embraced this life, and I had no regrets.

 

C00lkidd was growing way too fast for my liking. He was already demanding more attention and fun. My poor heart couldn’t bear to see him cry, but I still tried to keep some discipline in the house.

 

That said... I almost always gave in to his pleading.

 

Now we were at the park, enjoying a sunny day.

 

The lingering glances from mothers with their own children didn’t go unnoticed. Their looks of disdain toward C00lkidd irritated me, but I held myself back.

 

Their judging stares stayed glued to my back, so I tried to ignore them—until someone shoved me forward.

 

My hands scraped against the dirt, and I heard a few gasps. My glasses fell off with the impact, but I still managed to look up—only to find a gun pointed at me.

 

I scanned the area quickly, searching for C00lkidd.

 

“Looking for something?” My gaze shifted behind the scammer, where he was holding C00lkidd by the collar of his hoodie. “You owe me something, and your little hacker buddies aren’t here to save you.” He smirked maliciously.

 

I froze in place. My face drained of color at the sound of C00lkidd’s whimpers. I wanted to say something sharp—but for my son’s sake, I kept my mouth shut.

 

“Get up. We’re already making a scene.” He shoved C00lkidd in front of him, now aiming the gun at the kid’s head. He wouldn’t… would he?

 

Before I could react, the man was suddenly knocked out cold and hit the ground. I rushed to grab C00lkidd and pull him away from danger.

 

The same tall, broad man was standing in front of me.

 

What a coincidence.

 

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern. I tried to get a better look at him, but my blurry vision wouldn’t cooperate.

 

“Yeah… thanks, um…” I didn’t remember his name—and I was pretty sure he never introduced himself, just left a number that I eventually abandoned at my old apartment.

 

“Mafioso.” What a name, huh? “You should be more aware of your surroundings.” I couldn’t tell if it was a warning or a scolding, so I simply nodded.

 

C00lkidd pointed at something on the ground. Mafioso picked it up and handed it over—it was my glasses. The onlookers kept their distance, making sure the scammer remained unconscious.

 

“Call the cops,” someone whispered behind me, but I ignored them. C00lkidd clumsily placed my glasses back on my face.

 

“Thanks again, Mafioso.” I finally got a proper look at the man who saved my son. Though, looking closely… I noticed the gun was fake. What a surprise. “I—uh… how can I repay you?”

 

Mafioso went silent for a few seconds. Was he going to ask for money? I didn’t have much, but I hoped he wouldn’t ask for something outrageous.

 

I sighed as I heard police sirens in the distance.

 

What a day.

 

___

 

Mafioso heard the sirens too and started guiding them away from the park, staying within public view to help 007n7 feel safe.

 

“A date with me.”

 

The words stunned 007n7—he hadn’t been expecting that. His cheeks flushed at the thought, but he quickly remembered his mysterious admirer. Was this really a good idea?

 

“Sorry, I’m already seeing someone.” He averted his gaze, not wanting to see the reaction of the man in front of him.

 

Mafioso smiled knowingly. He could tell it was a lie. Every single one of those gifts had been from him. Each detail was part of his careful plan to learn everything about the single father—his favorite sweets, his favorite flowers, his food preferences, his interests. Every move was intentional.

 

Whenever 007n7 disliked something, he’d just leave it at the door with a puzzled yet peaceful look. But he always smiled at the peonies or chocolates filled with liquor. Those reactions had told Mafioso everything he needed.

 

He decided to tease a little.

 

“Peonies are your favorite, right?”

 

007n7 froze. Could it really be him?

 

If Mafioso had been his admirer this whole time, and he just unknowingly played along with the mystery… then he was an idiot—but he went along with it anyway.

 

“Mhm. I prefer red roses,” he lied, watching Mafioso’s body tense beside him.

 

Mafioso looked puzzled. He remembered that bouquet of red roses clearly—how 007n7 grimaced when he saw it.

 

“A classic. But somehow I doubt you’re a rose kind of guy.” Mafioso leaned in closer, glancing at the little demon squirming in 007n7’s arms. “Hungry? I’m sure your dad wouldn’t mind if I take you two out to eat. Right?”

 

007n7 looked at him with caution, feeling C00lkidd fidgeting in his grip. “Pizza!!” the child blurted out, making his dad blush furiously. What would people say if they knew his kid was already addicted to pizza?

 

Mafioso chuckled and gently took C00lkidd from his arms, keeping his calm so 007n7 wouldn’t stress. “My treat. Honestly, it’s no trouble. If you really want to repay me—say yes to a date.”

 

007n7 hesitated for a moment. He hoped he wouldn’t regret it.

 

“…Alright,” he murmured, locking eyes with Mafioso, his cheeks still burning.

 

Mafioso offered his arm, waiting for him to take it so he could lead him to the car.

 

The police sirens continued in the background—but by the time they arrived to collect the scammer, they were long gone.

 

---

 

One day, Mafioso finally gathered the courage to show up at 007n7’s doorstep—holding a large bouquet of peonies and lilies in one hand and a gift bag filled with fine chocolates in the other.

 

He kept a composed posture despite the storm of nerves inside him.

 

007n7 slowly opened the door, staring straight at him. “Y’know, you’re not great at hiding secrets, dear admirer.” He teased but still accepted the flowers.

 

C00lkidd peeked out, leaning against 007n7’s leg—one of those rare mornings when he woke up early. Mafioso smiled warmly at the father and son, his chest swelling with emotion at the sight of their smiles.

 

“Can you blame me? No one could resist a pretty smile,” he said, as 007n7 hid his face behind the bouquet.

 

“I want to be part of your life, 007n7.” Mafioso’s hands were getting clammy. C00lkidd walked up and tugged at his pants to get his attention. Mafioso picked him up and held him gently against his chest. He knew the boy would always be 007n7’s number one—and he was okay with being second.

 

“Mafioso, I—”

 

“Let me finish.” He took a breath. “All those gifts and little details—I sent them because I want to show you I can give you that and so much more. Nothing’s too expensive if it means I get to see you smile.”

 

His voice steadied.

 

“Ever since I saw you at the bar, I felt drawn to you. Maybe it was your stupid hat or your beautiful smile—I don’t know. What I do know is that my heart has been yours from the moment I saw you.” It sounded cheesy, sure—but he couldn’t help it.

 

Both their hearts pounded.

 

“Well, I figured it was some kind of courtship.” 007n7 smiled sweetly and stepped closer. “And please… don’t harass any future admirers of C00lkidd.” He leaned in and gave him a quick kiss, standing on his toes, tail wagging in excitement.

 

Mafioso was frozen, red-cheeked and smiling like a fool.

 

007n7 felt moved. Maybe his decision was influenced by the loneliness he had quietly carried—but he couldn’t deny he’d fallen for the man behind the mysterious gifts at his door.

 

He chuckled softly as C00lkidd bit down on one of Mafioso’s fingers, tiny fangs and all.

 

He just hoped Mafioso would love his son as much as he did.

 

Finally, he invited him into his humble home—hoping he would

n’t leave, or worse, regret this choice.

 

“I promise I’ll make you both happy,” Mafioso whispered, setting C00lkidd down and stepping forward to embrace 007n7—finally holding the ex-hacker in his arms.

Notes:

I promise I'll work on your OneShots and other works... I've just slept too much since I got here because I've been tired. But I feel better now!

I was planning to start posting the OneShots separately, but that means longer ones and I really don't have that much time, sorry. Also because then they ask for a sequel and seriously, I like to please people but I know I'm going to give myself writer's block from stress, so no.

Ugh they really need to implement something so I can't join people who have been playing Forsaken for more than 7 days, I don't learn anything because I die the second.

Also, I've been bugged because TwoTime hits me while I'm using a Jason ability and immediately doesn't let me run, dude what? I hate that.

Chapter 25: 💗🔥 Burguerdebt — From the beginning (part2)

Life between Mafioso and 007n7 had taken a turn for the better over the past few months. Eight, to be exact.

 

007n7 no longer had to worry about the bills. Mafioso let him stay at his house under one condition: that he remain a stay-at-home househusband.

 

At first, the idea of being his boyfriend’s glorified servant irked him. But over time... he started to enjoy it. It wasn’t like he was locked inside, scrubbing floors and cooking all day either.

 

Some days, Mafioso assigned Contractee and Consigliere as his bodyguards. On those days, they gave him proper self-defense training, just in case. He had to admit—it was exciting to learn new combat techniques. He didn’t have to rely solely on his C00LGUI anymore… or on looking pathetic.

 

He also worked on expanding his extremely limited cooking knowledge. From learning to boil rice to tackling traditional Russian and Italian dishes. He still had a long way to go, but he was improving fast.

 

There was always something new to learn or do. Never in his life did he imagine becoming this domestic—especially not for a mobster and a kid.

 

C00lkidd always had what he needed. And now, with Mafioso's help, 007n7 had even managed to discipline his son. Of course, there were never any beatings—just stern words for a kid who’d been a spoiled little brat not long ago.

 

Mafioso once told him that, if left unchecked, C00lkidd might’ve turned into a full-blown pyromaniac. His suspicions weren’t unfounded—the kid had a bad habit of lighting paper on fire and sprinting around the house with it, waving it dangerously close to furniture.

 

007n7 had never caught him doing that personally, but he trusted Mafioso’s word.

 

Sometimes he wondered what his life would’ve been like if he’d never met Mafioso. Probably on the streets… or juggling three dead-end jobs just to barely support himself and his potential arsonist child. What a wild thought.

 

He sighed as he finished up dinner for the three of them. Tonight was one of those quiet evenings where he could do whatever he wanted—nap all day or train until he passed out.

 

He began plating the food, always preparing double servings for Mafioso and C00lkidd.

 

He heard the front door open, followed by the sound of giggles and quick little footsteps approaching.

 

C00lkidd and Mafioso appeared in the dining room, both wearing radiant smiles.

 

“Dad! Look!” C00lkidd stumbled forward, holding a small bouquet of flowers in his little hands. “For you.” The words still came out a bit clumsy, but even if he wasn’t thrilled that his son’s development was advancing a bit too fast for a normal child, he was proud—deeply proud—of how quickly he was learning.

 

“They’re beautiful, Kidd. Why don’t we find a vase and then go eat?” He lifted his son into his arms and carried him to the cabinet filled with various vases.

 

While C00lkidd debated which vase to use, Mafioso came up from behind and wrapped his arms tightly around 007n7, burying his face into the crook of his neck and shoulder.

 

Mafioso’s warm breath tickled… and stirred something else inside him.

“Cut it out, let’s eat first,” 007n7 murmured, his tail brushing against Mafioso’s stomach before giving him a playful nudge as he grabbed the vase C00lkidd had picked.

 

They placed the flowers at the center of the table and got C00lkidd into his seat. Once the plates were delivered, they all sat down to eat.

 

“Your cooking keeps getting better,” Mafioso praised once they’d finished, leaning against 007n7’s back while he washed the dishes.

 

Mafioso’s hand slid up his chest, slow and deliberate, letting his touch speak for his growing desire. His lips pressed against 007n7’s neck, trailing kisses that soon became soft love bites.

 

“Mhm… Mafioso…” 007n7 shivered with excitement. He’d been holding back for so long, and as a young man, he had needs.

“Help me get Kidd to bed… and maybe I’ll reward you properly,” he whispered, tail swaying with anticipation, flashing Mafioso a teasing grin.

 

“I’ll be waiting, then.” Mafioso didn’t say another word. He gently picked up a sleepy C00lkidd and walked him to his room to tuck him in.

 

007n7 washed the dishes faster than ever, already growing restless with anticipation for what the night might bring.

 

He blushed slightly, embarrassed that just one touch from Mafioso could leave him so desperate. Sure, he wasn’t a virgin—but being with someone he loved was different than just screwing a stranger… or someone else.

 

He had to admit—it had been a long time since anyone had touched him. It was almost a miracle that he hadn’t jumped Mafioso the moment their relationship became official. But now, all that built-up restraint was wearing thin.

 

He dried his hands and headed to their room, nerves tingling with arousal.

 

He stepped inside and turned on the light, shutting the door behind him—only to be shoved up against the wall.

 

Mafioso’s mouth crashed against his in a heated, ravenous kiss. 007n7 moaned when he felt his hands sliding down his legs.

 

Mafioso bit his lower lip, coaxing his mouth open so their tongues could meet and tangle. He grabbed one of his legs and pressed him harder into the wall, grinding their hips together.

 

Their tongues battled for dominance—until 007n7 surrendered, letting Mafioso take over and ravish his mouth.

 

He began grinding up against Mafioso, chasing any friction he could get for his poor, aching cock. His moans were swallowed by the blazing kiss.

 

Every touch sparked like electricity under his skin. He wanted more—needed more.

 

They finally broke the kiss to catch their breath, panting into each other’s mouths.

 

“You’ve got a lot to make up for, 007n7,” Mafioso growled, lifting him up and carrying him to the bed.

 

007n7’s tail flicked in the air, betraying just how happy he was about all of this. A sly smile formed on his lips as he leaned in and gently bit Mafioso’s neck.

 

Then Mafioso tossed him onto the mattress, his weight following close behind, making the bed dip under them.

“Someone’s eager,” Mafioso murmured with a dark chuckle.

 

“The faster you move, the sooner you can collect your reward,” 007n7 teased, already tugging off his shirt.

 

Mafioso’s hands returned to his thighs, massaging and squeezing them like he was sculpting something out of clay. His size and strength were always intimidating—but right now, they were unbelievably sexy.

 

“Hope you’re ready to pay up,” Mafioso muttered, unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers.

 

007n7 gasped as his cock was finally freed—hard, dripping, and twitching with need.

 

“Mhm, Mafioso—please…” he moaned, trembling as those huge hands stroked him.

 

It’d be so easy for Mafioso to push him down, bend him to his will, make him beg for every inch. Just the thought made 007n7 let out a soft cry, spreading his legs wider in open invitation.

 

“So easy…” Mafioso smirked, giving his cock a warning squeeze. “Would you let anyone into your pants?”

 

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

“No—just you, Mafioso. I only want you,” he panted, gasping when Mafioso’s lips found his neck and started marking him.

 

“That’s right. You’re mine.” Mafioso growled, pulling something out from his own pants—

 

"Yeah! Ah." 007 cried out as a finger penetrated his hole, catching him off guard. He finally remembered his son's well-being, covering his mouth with a hand to stifle his moans.

 

"Don't worry about making noise, 007," Mafioso said, taking both of 007n7's wrists and placing them above his head. "You know the kid sleeps like the dead." He rubbed his face against 007n7's neck.

 

"That doesn't- mean I- ugh! won't scream." Each gasp and moan started to choke in his throat, but a few still escaped to satisfy Mafioso.

 

"Don't be shy with me, I love hearing you." He left several kisses on the neck while inserting another finger, scissoring inside 007n7.

 

Mafioso started to undress with one hand, a bit difficult but he didn't stop. Just like 007n7, he felt desperate to enter the ex-hacker and mark him as his own, but held back.

 

007n7 looked through his fogged-up glasses as Mafioso undressed in front of him, still with his fingers stretching him so well. Was this some kind of dream? A tall, muscular man with defined muscles pinning him down. Well, he definitely didn't want to wake up from this sweet, erotic dream.

 

"Ah! More, please." He begged as he felt Mafioso's fingers hitting his prostate.

 

"Sure thing, darling, I hear you." He inserted a third finger and precisely touched 007n7's prostate again, avoiding the painful stretching.

 

"Look at you, moaning just from my fingers. What will you do when you take my cock?"

 

007n7 only limited himself to moaning, not wanting to ruin the moment with one of his comments.

 

Mafioso took his chin gently, guiding his gaze downward. He wanted to see every expression and hear all the sounds 007n7 could make.

 

He brought his hand to his belt, 007n7's gaze fixed on his crotch. The view was a bit blurry from the tears and fogged-up glasses, but he could make out the size Mafioso was packing.

 

Finally, he started to take off his pants, adjusting himself to fully undress. He pulled his fingers out, hearing a moan at the loss, seeing how 007n7's hole clenched at the emptiness.

 

"Easy there, darling, you're getting something bigger." He smiled mischievously, finally freeing his own cock.

 

007n7 couldn't help but moan with need at the sight of Mafioso's size. Anyone who had been inside him would be forgotten and replaced by Mafioso's cock.

 

"No one else will satisfy me like you do, and I hope it's mutual, 007." He growled as he aligned his cock with 007n7's hungry entrance.

 

"Only yours, Mafioso. Make me yours." The head of his cock entered with little effort. He took off his glasses to focus on the pleasure, though he didn't mind glancing occasionally.

 

"You've been mine since I first saw you. I couldn't stand seeing you with that guy." He confessed as he continued to penetrate slowly. "And now you're here, beneath me." He took a leg and placed it over his shoulder, allowing for a better angle.

 

007n7 knew who he was talking about, but it didn't matter anymore. He threw his head back as Mafioso plunged in the final stretch with force.

 

Tears started to flow more freely, his body felt like it was on fire, and he had never felt so full.

 

His tail moved enthusiastically, slapping the bed every second.

 

Mafioso smiled as he grabbed the tail, squeezing it with just enough force to elicit small, muffled cries from 007n7. He placed it over the leg that was on his shoulder and started to move.

 

He set a slow, torturous rhythm, watching as 007n7 grew desperate for the careful pace. "Faster-." He begged between breaths.

 

Mafioso clicked his tongue as he thrust with force. "You don't call the shots here, 007n7. Remember, you owe me a lot, behave, and maybe I'll forgive you." He smiled amusedly at how 007n7 writhed under his grip.

 

Of course, he sped up the pace, but it wasn't enough for 007n7.

 

With each thrust, he felt Mafioso's pulsing cock travel through his entire hole, hitting his prostate and then retreating. Every vein, the size of the tip, every slide, he felt and enjoyed.

 

"Ah! Mafioso- don't bite." His tail tried to pull away after feeling Mafioso's fangs sink in, a bit of blood oozed out but it wasn't any less pleasurable.

 

"Every part of you begs me to mark you, I can't resist the invitation." He leaned forward, testing 007n7's flexibility.

 

He kissed the neck, leaving more hickeys and bite marks, this time more noticeable. He would mark this man every day just to prove he has an owner.

 

"Your hole grips me so well." He purred as he accelerated his thrusts.

 

The room filled with moans and gasps, the sound of skin slapping against skin created a lascivious noise.

 

Mafioso moaned into his ear, 007n7's hole gripped him so tightly, wet from the lube and pre-cum. He felt his cock throb inside 007n7, the warm and smooth walls caressing and milking his cock, inviting him to stay there forever.

 

He bit down harder on 007n7's neck, causing waves of pleasure to course through his body. His cock pulsed between them, rubbing against Mafioso's stomach.

 

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he wanted to stay like this. To be taken care of by Mafioso, used and handled however the man above him wanted.

 

"Mafioso- I'm close." He managed to say, his voice breaking mid-sentence but Mafioso understood.

 

His hand went to 007n7's needy cock, pressing and stroking up and down. He created a contrast between the rough fucking and gentle caress.

 

007n7 finally felt himself release with a few more strokes, coating Mafioso's hand. His prostate continued to be savagely pounded.

 

Mafioso didn't stop, just slowed down, still hitting his sweet spot with force.

 

"Come on. After all, you owe me a lot, darling." 007n7's eyes closed for a second before opening wide again. Mafioso entered him again, this time without waiting for 007n7 to catch his breath.

 

Tears started to flow uncontrollably, this time he couldn't even speak, only moan and whimper. His body became overly sensitive and he loved it.

 

He pushed back onto Mafioso's cock, seeking more.

 

"Ah- Mafioso." The thrusts resumed a more brutal and rapid pace, not giving him much time to breathe.

 

He saw stars with each thrust, his already sensitive prostate being hit without mercy, as if they wanted to fuck him into unconsciousness. His own cock came back to life after the constant stimulation.

 

"Fuck, your little hole still wants more." He growled with his raspy voice. "Don't worry, I'll fill you up all night and you won't be able to walk for weeks."

 

007n7 could only nod and moan at the thought. Hell, he even started to wish he could get pregnant by Mafioso and carry his child. Too bad it wasn't possible, but the idea lingered in the back of his mind.

 

"That's it, darling, you're doing great." Mafioso released 007n7's wrists and took both legs over his shoulders, managing to penetrate deeper inside 007n7.

 

His anal walls clenched even tighter than before, now screaming Mafioso's name. He scratched his back, wanting to leave his own mark.

 

"No one else will please you like I do. Treat you like you deserve, 007." He crushed the man beneath him, his thrusts becoming erratic as he felt his own release approaching.

 

"Mhm Mafioso~" With a final cry, 007n7 came again over their stomachs. His body trembled as he continued to be fucked to exhaustion.

 

Mafioso bit down hard on 007n7's neck, leaving a large bite mark and possibly a scar. Next time he would be more careful with that, but now he just let go.

 

He plunged deep as he released inside 007n7, feeling the ex-hacker's body tense beneath him. He gave short thrusts, creating wet sounds with each movement.

 

007n7 surrendered on the bed, feeling so full and satisfied. His legs were freed but Mafioso didn't pull out, staying inside him for several minutes.

 

He placed kisses all over 007n7's neck and chest, caressing his entire body with his large hands. "Ready for round two?"

 

007n7's tail perked up at the question. "What?" His mind was still foggy with pleasure.

 

"What you heard, darling." He pulled out of 007n7, his semen escaped and stained the sheets beneath them but he didn't care. In one movement, he flipped 007n7, placing his ass in the air and his head on a pillow.

 

"No- wait!" He couldn't protest more before his hole was filled again. He was forced to take Mafioso's large cock once more.

 

"Already told you. After all, you owe me a lot." Mafioso placed a hand on 007n7's hair, rubbing against the horns and pulling back.

 

"Uhm-" He couldn't help but moan again as he felt his poor prostate being hit once more.

 

His body betrayed him, even through the overstimulation building inside him. He pushed back silently, craving more, tears sliding down his cheeks and soaking the pillow beneath him. Drool slipped from his lips, and his moans were no longer stifled.

 

A long night awaited him.

 

---

 

He woke up completely exhausted—unable to move a single inch—but managed to open his eyes at the sound of loud noises.

 

C00lkidd came running in, shouting with joy, climbing onto the bed and plopping right on top of his poor father.

 

“Uff—C00lkidd, good morning,” 007n7 mumbled, adjusting himself so he could sit against the headboard, feeling a dull ache in his lower back. He placed the little one on his lap and gently combed through his hair with his fingers.

 

“Dad! Pizza,” the boy demanded, his drakobloxer tail wagging with excitement. Mafioso entered a moment later, carrying breakfast on a tray.

 

“Later, C00lkidd. Breakfast first.” The little one pouted but snuggled closer against 007n7’s chest.

 

“Thanks for breakfast, Mafioso.” His voice still held joy, but it couldn’t quite hide the soreness in his throat.

 

“It’s the least I can do for you... after last night,” Mafioso replied with a mischievous smile, handing him a couple of pills. “These should help with the pain.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

 

He pulled away with a soft grin and ruffled C00lkidd’s hair.

“Mhm… thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 007n7’s eyes sparkled with affection, and his cheeks blushed faintly.

“Will you be back early?”

 

“I will. Take it easy today. I’ll take C00lkidd with me—he can visit Contractee and the others.” Mafioso stepped back to adjust his tie around his neck.

 

“Yes! Contractee cool!” C00lkidd wiggled out of 007n7’s lap and bounced excitedly on the bed. The ex-hacker smiled, watching his son’s excitement.

His tail shifted beneath the sheets—still a little sore from Mafioso’s biting the night before.

 

“Thank you so much, love,” His eyelids felt heavy again, but he ate the breakfast Mafioso had made for him anyway.

 

He never expected to be loved and cared for like this by another man. He’d once believed he’d die alone, raising his not-biological son by himself. Yet here he was—having breakfast in bed while watching the two people he loved most in this world.

 

Mafioso had become something truly special to him, second only to his precious son.

 

“Get plenty of rest,” Mafioso said, kissing him sweetly on the lips before leaving with C00lkidd in tow.

 

His love for those two would never fade. He’d promised himself that.

Notes:

Uhm sorry for the delay in updating, really

It's currently 11pm and I'm too awake, maybe I'll update tomorrow, idk

I also decided to play around with C00lkidd's development a bit, teeth are supposed to come out from 7 months onwards (in most cases) And start walking after 7 months.
So C00lkidd being half drakobloxer developed sooner rather than later (unfortunately for 007n7) hehe

Guys, leave me alone, why are you so allergic to happiness on tt?💔🥀

Chapter 26: 🔥 PizzaBurger — It shouldn't have happened

Summary:

I NEED MASOCHIST 007N7 PLEASE💔💔
Top Elliot / Bottom 007n7
Choking, Slapping and hair pulling. ( No cutting tho )
After a round where 007n7 simply gave up and let C00lkidd kill him (Something that happens often actually) Elliot decided to confront him, since letting himself get killed is not only harmful to him but it just adds time to the timer! When Elliot confronts him a lot of stuff from the past gets brought up and Elliot snaps, he slaps 007n7 out of anger (He didn't want to, it just came with the heat of the moment.) 007n7 gets a boner and everything escalates from there.
Degradation or praise I'm fine with both. (OR both at the same time👅👅)
I have an hc where Elliot is italian so if you can maybe make him say a few words that would be awesome trust!
Aftercare, it can be implied or written idm both.

Okay hope this isn't too much— thank you! ^_^

—waffleyourfav

Notes:

Ready for Italian classes?😛😛 Dude, I don't even speak Italian, I did my best and I understood some letters without using a translator, but I really don't know about you.

Some words are not translated, longer sentences are supposed to come with their translation on the side so you don't miss too much.

Stronza= Bitch, Whore and similar words uhm
Tesoro=Honey, darling, sweetheart and similar
Amore=Love, sweetheart and so on, affectionate nickname :p

Pizzero=pizza maker, pizza chef, pizza worker. Idk why the translator doesn't translate that word sometimes...

I think that's all

It was as ordinary a day as it could be in this hell.

 

The sentinels were on the front lines, protecting and fighting off the killers. The supports offered tools to delay attacks and distract the enemies, buying the sentinels a chance to recover and return to the fight.

 

Then there were the survivors—the ones who could only use their abilities on themselves. Sure, they could offer themselves up as a last-second shield, but it didn’t matter much if there were no sentinels left to protect them when the killers came.

 

Some didn’t even bother with them. They understood everyone had a role in this hell, and weren’t willing to disrupt it for fear of the consequences.

 

But there was one person who always managed to piss some of them off. Especially Elliot.

 

007n7. Former hacker. Single father.

 

He never stopped hiding. Occasionally he’d send out one of his dumb clones, but beyond helping finish generators, he wasn’t much use. Most of the time, he just ended up being LMS.

 

No one would’ve cared—if it weren’t for the fact that his son turned out to be one of the killers.

 

Every time his son showed up in a match, there was always a chance: 007n7 dying at his hands. Didn’t matter if he was LMS or if C00lkidd simply spotted him during the game—he always ended up dead, killed by his own son.

 

Some were irritated by it, others pitied him, but the result was always the same. A father murdered by his son, giving the killer even more time to hunt the rest of them down.

 

Of course, 007n7 never liked the disgusted stares that followed him after each round—whether or not C00lkidd had shown up—but he was used to them by now.

 

Still, the loneliness hurt. He probably deserved it. Everyone knew the answer.

 

But this time, Elliot had had enough. His anger had turned into something else, something deeper, and he couldn’t hold it back anymore.

 

He had trusted 007n7 this round. Hoped that the father would at least stay hidden. Not throw himself into his son’s arms and leave Elliot as LMS.

 

But, of course, against all odds, 007n7 came out of hiding—only to run right into C00lkidd. After a stupidly emotional moment, he died with his bones crushed, leaving Elliot injured and alone as LMS.

 

A growl of rage escaped Elliot’s lips as he ran from C00lkidd. He didn’t make it far—his leg was busted. A brick slammed into his back and he hit the ground hard.

 

He respawned in the main cabin, surrounded by sympathetic, pitying stares. He sighed, slammed his fist on the table, and stormed toward the exit.

 

“Elliot! Where are you going?” Guest stepped in front of him, arms crossed, trying to block his way.

 

“I’m going to do something about it.” The anger in his voice made everyone freeze, but none of them tried to stop him.

 

“First you need to calm down. If you go yelling at him, it’ll only make things worse. He’ll freeze up and nothing’ll get through.” Guest tried to reason with him, raising his hands when he saw Elliot’s fists clench.

 

“Calmati?! He’s the one who needs to stop his prestazione stupida de buon padre! You don’t even know how he’d react if I shouted at him,” Elliot snapped.

 

Guest’s silence only made him more irritated. He could be shouting at 007n7 right now—but instead, he was stuck here shouting at Guest.

 

Guest wanted to say a lot. Elliot had always been the harshest critic of 007n7, but Guest also didn’t think he was the right one to handle the situation.

 

It pissed him off too. No, he wouldn’t act like 007n7 if his daughter turned into a killer. But he also knew he’d never be able to face her, even if it cost him his life.

 

Still conflicted, he stepped aside reluctantly.

 

Before Elliot could storm off, Guest grabbed his arm. “Just… don’t hurt him,” he muttered, still frowning.

 

“Bene.” Elliot gave him a look that was impossible to read, then nodded. Even though both of them knew damn well he wasn’t going to keep that promise.

 

Everyone watched Elliot disappear into the night, swallowed by the dark. Then, silently, they returned to their usual routines, pretending this whole thing wasn’t happening—again.

 

Guest cast one last glance toward the door before heading back inside with the others, trying to distract himself.

 

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007n7 heard a knock at his door, but he was too tired to get up. He tried to ignore it, but the knocking grew louder, echoing through the whole place, grating on his nerves.

 

With a sigh, he slipped on his glasses, leaving his signature hat next to his sleeping noob. He dragged his feet to the door.

 

Who could it be? he thought as he reached for the doorknob. He caught a glimpse of blonde hair before the door slammed open, pushing him back.

 

“You! Stupido.” Elliot barked, pointing a furious finger at him. His whole body radiated barely-contained rage. He wanted to push, to scream, to do something to let it out.

 

“Elliot! I— I’m sorry.” 007n7 already had a good idea why the pizzaman was acting this way. He knew he hadn’t behaved well, but shame tightened in his chest all the same.

 

“Scusa?! You’ve been a complete idiot since day one! You can’t just say sorry and keep up your pathetic, imbecille behavior.” 007n7 had apologized many times before, and Elliot had believed him. But this time, he wasn’t backing down.

 

“Elliot, I’m trying—” He tried to defend himself, though he knew Elliot had every reason to be furious.

 

“Trying? You haven’t tried a damn thing since we got here! Always hiding like a coward.” Elliot stepped in close, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him. “Non sopporto di guardare la tua faccia patetica ogni volta che guardi il tuo stupido bambino.”

 

007n7 made that face again—that weak, pitiful expression—and Elliot couldn’t help but laugh. Was he imagining his precious son again? Or had he actually started feeling sorry for himself?

 

“You don’t know how I feel, Elliot. You can’t come in here yelling at me for hurting when the kid I raised for ten years turned into—” He didn’t finish the sentence. They both knew what C00lkidd had become, but 007n7 still couldn’t say it out loud.

 

“An assassino? A mostro? You cry about your bambino, but you can’t accept what he really is? Always thinking about yourself, 007n7. You’ve been selfish since the moment I met you, and you haven’t changed.” Elliot’s hands tightened on his shoulders—hard enough to bruise.

 

007n7’s cheeks flushed, and his eyes began to sting. His glasses fogged up, but he could still clearly see Elliot’s furious expression.

 

“Don’t call him that. You have no right.” 007n7 shoved him, catching Elliot off guard. He hadn’t expected the ex-hacker to push back physically.

 

“Let me remind you—your bambino destroyed my pizzeria. Just like you did. Far as I’m concerned, you’re both the same. Maybe worse.” Elliot’s fists clenched at his sides, but he waited—for 007n7 to come at him again.

 

“I’ve told you so many times, Elliot. I was stupid back then, I know! I’ve tried to be better since I found C00lkidd, but I failed.” The tears started falling down his cheeks now. “But why won’t you just let me suffer in peace?”

 

Elliot wasn’t even listening anymore. He’d heard that excuse too many times. “Because your pathetic life is dragging us down too.”

 

He closed the distance with a few hard steps and slammed 007n7 against the wall.

 

The impact was brutal—his head hit the wooden wall and he saw stars for a moment. His glasses twisted sideways. He heard things crash behind him, but didn’t care.

 

Elliot’s face was right in front of his. Their breaths collided. “Always getting yourself killed. Giving them time. It hurts the rest of us, 007n7.” He spat the words, hands locking tightly around the ex-hacker’s wrists.

 

A choked moan slipped out before he could stop it—both of them froze. 007n7 ducked his head, face burning red with shame.

 

“You like that? Getting shoved against a wall and yelled at?” 007n7 squirmed in his grip but didn’t pull away. “Answer me.” Elliot squeezed his wrists harder, watching him closely.

 

“No! It was just an accident,” he said, voice strained. He wasn’t about to admit the truth—not now. Maybe it was the complete lack of physical touch for over a decade, maybe something else. But he felt starved for it.

 

“Bugiardo.” Elliot shoved a leg between his, forcing them apart. He could feel the bulge in 007n7’s pants. “Così patetico e bisognoso, povera brutta creatura.”

 

The words hit him like a slap, and the humiliation burned hotter. 007n7’s face flushed deeper. He couldn’t deny the way his body reacted—to the attention, the heat, even the shame. Why was Elliot doing this? To insult him? To provoke him?

 

Another breathy sound escaped him when Elliot pressed his knee upward, grinding into the tent forming in his pants.

 

"P- please." His tail thrashed against the wall in warning, but it was ignored.

 

"No, you'll do as I say if you want to be forgiven. Maybe I considered accepting your pathetic excuse of a father." He released him and pushed him into the room. All the private cabins were the same, so he easily pushed him in and closed the door behind them.

 

"What are you going to do?" It was a stupid question, but nerves started to flood his body. His tail moved side to side, betraying his attempt to stay calm.

 

"Stai zitta e mettiti in ginocchio, stronza." (Shut up and get on your knees, bitch.) 007n7 only understood a few words, but he already knew there was no escape.

 

Elliot sat on the edge of his bed, never taking his eyes off 007n7. He leaned back on one extended arm, spreading his legs.

 

"Should I tell you what to do? Is your brain incapable of following simple orders?" Defeated, 007n7 knelt in front of Elliot, seeking a bit of comfort. "Fail, stronza."

 

Still hesitant, 007n7 started to unbuckle Elliot's belt. The sound of the buckle echoed in his ears, but he didn't stop. He pulled down the zipper, revealing a stain on Elliot's boxers.

 

"You better hurry before I lose my patience." He tangled his hands in 007n7's hair, brushing against his horns.

 

"Mhm, it's been a while since I've done this, Elliot." Elliot shot him a look, but 007n7 hurried to comply as Elliot tightened his grip on one of his horns.

 

"It doesn't matter, keep going." He pushed 007n7's face towards his covered cock, rubbing against it.

 

007n7 didn't pull away. Finally, he freed Elliot's cock, which slapped against his face. Pre-cum started to flow, but it wasn't fully erect yet.

 

"Your pathetic face isn't enough." 007n7 looked up, frowning at the comment. "Apri la bocca." (Open your mouth.) He obeyed reluctantly.

 

The salty taste wasn't bad, but it was when Elliot thrust forward, hitting the back of his throat. It was strange to have a flaccid cock, but it started to get hard and heavy with time.

 

He flattened his tongue, sucking and moaning against the cock. The vibrations helped Elliot feel better, and the warmth and wetness of 007n7's mouth were a plus.

 

"That's it. Seems like you have some practice, sweetheart." The endearment caught him off guard, considering Elliot had just insulted him moments ago.

 

He moaned again when Elliot started to move inside his mouth. All he could do was let himself be carried away. He heard several murmurs from Elliot, but he didn't pay attention.

 

"How many have you practiced with? You seem like a professional while sucking my cock, Seven." The nickname brought him back to reality. After Noli, the nickname had become quite annoying for him, and Elliot knew it.

 

The pizzero smirked before pushing in again, driving deep into 007n7's throat, listening to the gagging and wet sounds he was making.

 

His destroyed face made Elliot thrust faster and wilder, tears staining his reddened face.

 

"Look at you, one of the most feared hackers, underneath one of your victims, sucking his cock." The idea seemed surreal, but here, nothing could stop him.

 

He gripped one of the horns tightly, his cock vibrating inside 007n7. He threw his head back, letting out low moans and gasps, enjoying the blowjob 007n7 was giving him.

 

He decided to try something. He sat up to have better control over the ex-hacker, giving him one last look before pushing his head down, slamming 007n7's face against his pelvis.

 

The throat tightened painfully around his cock, and the vibrations only made him hold 007n7 there, deeply impaled on his cock.

 

Tears flowed freely. He tried to breathe through his nose, but Elliot's action caught him off guard, his lungs started to burn, and his mind went fuzzy from lack of air. And despite feeling dizzy, he enjoyed it.

 

Elliot freed one of his hands, wanting to provoke more sounds. He pressed on 007n7's throat, feeling the Adam's apple move with each gag. He could feel his own cock throbbing inside the throat, and it excited him more.

 

"Cazzo, 007n7. Ti senti così bene." (Damm, 007n7. You feel so good.) With a final squeeze, he released 007n7, pulling his head back to remove his cock from the mouth.

 

007n7 gasped and coughed violently, trying to catch his breath. A string of saliva connected him with Elliot's cock, and he didn't care how pathetic he looked under the pizza maker.

 

"È il momento del piatto principale." (It's time for the main course.) He smiled maliciously as he pulled 007n7 by the hair, lifting him from the floor to push him onto his bed.

 

007n7's head was still foggy, but he tried to push Elliot away. "Wait- just a moment please." Between breaths, he spoke, pushing Elliot with the tip of his tail.

 

"No, tesoro. I've been patient enough with you. I'm going to make you pay for everything you've done." He flipped him over onto his stomach, placing his ass in the air and his face on the mattress.

 

007n7 found no more strength to fight, but the words unsettled him.

 

Elliot unbuckled his pants, already wanting to finish this. He had no idea where this impulse to take 007n7, push him to the limit, and destroy him came from. His cock throbbed beneath him just from seeing 007n7's destroyed face.

 

He pulled down 007n7's pants along with his boxers, watching as his hole started to clench at nothing and his cock dripped, demanding attention.

 

"Guardati, sei disperato e desideri questo." (Look at you, you're desperate and you want this.) He couldn't help but speak in his native tongue, noticing how 007n7's cock jumped at the words.

 

He brought his fingers to 007n7's babbly mouth, pushing them in to lubricate. If what 007n7 said was true, he didn't want to feel his tight hole abandoned.

 

007n7 just sucked the fingers hungrily, his body starting to feel good under Elliot's touches. His tail wagged in front of Elliot, as if proposing to play with it.

 

Elliot considered his fingers ready, pulling them out with a wet sound that echoed through the room. The moans

 

007n7 let out a sharp moan as he felt two fingers enter him without care. The moan elongated as he felt a burning stretch, arching his back seeking more.

 

"Ti piace? Piccola puttanella." (You like it? Little whore.) He let out a cry when Elliot gave him a slap on his ass, feeling the skin sting. "Responde." (Answer.) He growled as he took the base of the tail, squeezing tightly.

 

"Yes! Please, Elliot." Tears ran down his face, wetting the sheets beneath them. He pushed back, impaling himself on Elliot's fingers, seeking more friction.

 

Another slap echoed in the room, the whimpers of pain turning into muffled moans. The pain felt like a rope keeping him in this hell. It didn't let him go, isolate himself to the back of his mind.

 

"Che stronza" His fingers were accepted in no time, now being squeezed by the soft and warm walls. "Moaning with just two fingers. I want to hear you scream when I fill you with my cock." He bit the tail, causing waves of pleasure to 007n7.

 

He inserted a third finger, already impatient to start. He pushed with force, seeking that spot that would definitely make 007n7 scream with pleasure.

 

The single father only limited himself to moaning and gasping into the pillow. "Ah! Elliot." A sharp moan escaped his lips when Elliot's fingers hit hard against his prostate.

 

"Così bello sotto di me." (So beautiful beneath me) He pushed his fingers deeper, wanting to draw more moans from 007n7.

 

"Elliot, so close-" He wanted Elliot to touch him, he couldn't take it anymore. His weak body couldn't handle so much stimulation, after so long without doing this kind of activity, he felt needy.

 

"Vieni sulla mia mano, stronza." (Come on my hand, bitch.) He gripped 007n7's cock tightly, stroking up and down, staining his hand with pre-cum.

 

It didn't take long, the constant pounding against his prostate and the rough strokes pushed him over the edge. He cried out into the pillow, not wanting the others to hear.

 

"Why so shy? I'm sure you'd love for everyone to watch how desperate you are, your tight hole is sure to beg for more after this." He took some of 007n7's cum, using it as lube for his own cock.

 

He pulled his fingers out, watching as the hole clenched, as if seeking more. The moan that escaped 007n7's lips at the emptiness in his hole encouraged him to continue.

 

"Isn't one orgasm enough? Does your sad hole need to be filled?" He slapped against 007n7's ass, opening his hole and placing the head of his cock at the entrance, still not pushing in. "Answer."

 

"Yes, please Elliot. I want your cock inside me, I want to feel you-" Elliot didn't let him continue, penetrating with force in one thrust. 007n7 let out a cry as he was unexpectedly penetrated.

 

Elliot didn't give him time to adjust, wanting to satisfy himself. He set a fast and brutal pace, pulling out and pushing in, hitting the prostate with each thrust.

 

Tears ran down 007n7's face again, the overstimulation started to reach him, feeling his body on fire and the painful stretch bringing waves of pleasure.

 

He felt humiliated for enjoying this, but he couldn't deny that he actually needed it. Maybe the idea that Elliot was the one claiming him was a factor that motivated him to feel better.

 

007n7 tried to keep his moans to himself, but Elliot wouldn't let him. "Come on, don't be shy now." He tug at his hair hard, pulling his head back from the pillow.

 

007n7's hole felt so tight, maybe he should have prepared him a bit more, but that didn't matter now. Elliot dug his nails into 007n7's hips, making sure to leave marks on the man beneath him.

 

"Elliot!" He cried out his name with pleasure, unable to contain himself.

 

"Shhh. That's it, everyone will hear you and see you as the little whore you are." He groaned as he hit bottom, staying there. "So they can come and fuck you right now. You want to be more useful, right? Be the cock warmer for the whole team, I'm sure the others wouldn't mind sharing your sweet body." 

 

007n7 moaned at the idea, passing from cock to cock to be used as they pleased, praising or humiliating him without caring how he felt, just satisfying everyone and being useful for once in his life.

 

He didn't like the idea, but he was almost willing to do it just to be useful for the team.

 

"No- I." Elliot slapped his ass again, leaving more marks on his body.

 

"Silenzio stronza." (Silence bitch) Elliot thrust into 007n7 again, this time with renewed force. The obscene sound of skins slapping, wet noises, and 007n7's delicious moans made a perfect porn scene.

 

007n7 felt so conflicted with Elliot's words, he never liked being called a whore or a fag, but Elliot had a different effect. Slapping and praising his hole.

 

The thrusts made him see stars, his cock came back to life just to make him suffer more with another release. His body betrayed him despite the pain he felt, he leaned back more, his tail wrapping around one of Elliot's arms, who used it as a sort of lever and pulled.

 

"Uhm Elliot~" 007n7 couldn't find the words.

 

"Again so close? Come on, come on my cock." Elliot leaned in, slowing down to torture 007n7. He licked his neck and bit without care, leaving more marks.

 

"No- please." Elliot knew where to bite; where everyone would see the marks, would they ask questions? Maybe, but it didn't matter.

 

"Come on, I know you can. You've been a bravo ragazzo." (good boy) His cock was still stimulating 007n7, so there was no problem with the ex-hacker reaching his release.

 

The walls tightened again, finally 007n7 came with a choked cry, now passed out on the wet pillow.

 

His eyes felt heavy, but Elliot wouldn't let him rest. Not yet.

 

He pulled out of the warmth 007n7 provided. Pre-cum escaped from his hole and fell on his thighs, but he was too tired to complain.

 

He let out a small cry when he was flipped onto his back, his legs were raised and placed over Elliot's shoulders.

 

After what felt like hours, he managed to look at Elliot's face, who looked at him like a predator to its prey. He felt the tip push against his hole again, but he could only let out a pained moan as he was penetrated again.

 

How much resistance did he have? At this pace, he felt like he was going to pass out from pleasure.

 

"Svegliati, tesoro" (Wake up, sweetheart) Elliot slapped his face, not too harsh but enough to keep him awake.

 

"Mhm." He couldn't find the words, just looked at Elliot with exhaustion and tears in his face.

 

"Still not useful enough, stronza." Elliot supported his body on 007n7's legs, folding him in half like a toy.

 

Soon he entered 007n7 again, now not caring if he cried, screamed, or moaned, just seeking his own release.

 

007n7 was reduced to a sea of moans and tears. Elliot showed no mercy and hit perfectly inside him, overstimulating his whole trembling body.

 

He melted into the hold, finding no strength to fight against the pleasurable pain he felt. His eyes rolled back, and his lips let his moans escape.

 

"Elliot- more." He complained when the pace was too slow for his liking.

 

"I thought you wanted to rest, that you would stop with all this. But you're still begging for my cock." He buried himself to the hilt, rubbing his stomach against 007n7's semi-hard cock.

 

"Please-" Elliot smiled smugly as he looked at 007n7's destroyed face, seemed like he really enjoyed being fucked deep, being used.

 

"Quanto sei bello mentre piangi sul mio cazzo." (How beautiful you are while crying on my cock) He bit 007n7's neck, from any angle they would see the ex-hacker marked, it wouldn't matter how far they were, they would see hickies and bite marks on 007n7, even the assassins would see.

 

This gave him an idea. He released one of 007n7's legs and brought his hand to the neck, noticing how 007n7 opened his eyes and looked at him with a bit of panic but full of lust.

 

"Would you like that, right?" He had never done this, but 007n7 managed to bring out his wildest side. He squeezed a bit, still not cutting off his air.

 

"Yes! Elliot-" He managed to respond between his moans, feeling his cock throb with the slight pressure on his throat.

 

Elliot smiled maliciously, this time squeezing harder. 007n7 writhed under his grip, squeezing Elliot even tighter with his arms and scratching his back.

 

"Ah- that's it 007n7. You were made to take cocks." His cock throbbed inside 007n7, feeling like he was getting close. "I'll fill you up good, you'll feel me for days amore." 

 

007n7 only moaned in response as he started to see black spots in his vision. His lungs demanded air, and his head felt quite heavy.

 

His hand rested on top of Elliot's, giving a warning. The pizzero didn't let go, but kept a light grip on his throat, letting him cough as he tried to recover his breath between his moans.

 

Elliot finally came inside 007n7, burying his cock deep, wanting everything to stay inside 007n7.

 

He pulled away from the single father, still keeping his cock inside 007n7. Releasing the throat and the legs that fell like dead weight.

 

"Seems like someone still wants more." Elliot caressed 007n7's cock again, enjoying the whimpering and how 007n7 writhed at his touch.

 

007n7 felt it—how Elliot came back hard, giving him barely a moment to recover from his first two orgasms. His body trembled violently, but he didn’t want to pull away. No, he wanted Elliot to finish ruining him.

 

The pizza man leaned in close to 007n7’s chest, one hand kneading a nipple while his mouth latched onto the other, sucking and licking it with the hunger of someone who hadn’t tasted pleasure in years.

 

007n7 came with a strangled cry, collapsing onto the mattress with his eyes fluttering shut. Elliot finally pulled out, stepping back just enough to watch his seed slowly leak from 007n7’s hole, soaking into the sheets below.

 

With a tired sigh, he gently stroked 007n7’s thighs one last time.

 

He grabbed a rag, dampening it to clean him up, though his own eyelids were already heavy. Maybe he needed this release more than he thought, but deep down he knew it hadn’t been right.

 

The words got stuck somewhere between his chest and throat. This was a mistake. It shouldn’t have happened.

Though, if he was being honest—he didn’t regret it.

 

He kissed 007n7’s forehead softly and laid down beside him.

When they woke up, it would be a “new day.”

With his rage now spent, he could finally talk things through.

 

Elliot closed his eyes, letting the soft sounds of 007n7’s little snores lull him to sleep.

 

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Bonus :0

 

Guest got a little worried when Elliot didn’t show up for dinner. 007n7 almost never ate with them—he usually snuck into the main cabin in the middle of the night for a snack, so Guest didn’t think much of it.

 

But Elliot had stormed off toward 007n7’s personal cabin, fury in every step. He had let him go alone, not even knowing if Elliot would end up hurting him.

 

After a while, Guest’s nerves got the better of him, and he decided to check if anything had happened between the two. A part of him feared he might find someone bloodied.

 

He grew more anxious when he saw the cabin door slightly open, so he jogged closer. Just as he raised his hand to knock, he heard 007n7 crying.

 

"Uhm– Elliot…"

Or maybe… moaning?

 

Guest’s face went red as he heard the wet slap of skin against skin, his mind immediately filling in the blanks.

 

"Close again? Come on, cum on my cock."

 

Yeah, that was enough. Guest did not need to hear any more.

He backed away from the cabin—nearly sprinting.

 

But during breakfast, his suspicions were fully confirmed.

 

A few survivors stared at the fresh marks on 007n7’s neck, faint bruises from bites that couldn’t be hidden, no matter how hard he tried.

 

They already suspected something had happened during that argument between the two. No one had expected this outcome, but they stayed quiet for now.

 

Guest didn’t have to suspect anything—he knew what had happened, and desperately wanted to erase it from his memory.

 

Every time he looked at 007n7, the sounds came rushing back.

It wasn’t that he wanted to sleep with him—God, no—it was just… awkward and humiliating to have caught them mid-act.

 

Elliot obviously noticed the sideways glances from the others. Survivors stared at the group’s healer with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

 

In the days that followed, everyone saw the shift between them. No one brought it up; they just let things flow—even if a few didn’t like seeing someone they disliked getting close to their beloved healer.

 

But, somehow… it worked.

 

007n7 started to feel more useful. With Elliot’s advice, he learned to use his clones more strategically, like shields. His control improved.

 

He still struggled with the guilt of pushing his son away, but Elliot kept supporting him—even now that his kindness had been… rebooted.

 

It was strange, but he didn’t complain. He was happy Elliot had forgotten part of his past after they talked it through.

 

He smiled when Elliot shoved him back into his cabin and kissed him rough.

 

This time, he locked the door.

Notes:

Well, I struggled with my translator because it translated my Italian into English😠

Elliot definitely didn't know why he acted that way. Influence of the Spectrum, ig.

Without much hair pulling because Elliot had his hands full punching and marking😛 hehe

Uhmuhm Poor Guest, this isn't 1337n7 btw, just consider that the soldier was very attentive to the time and had a feeling that something was going to happen.

I think it's a bit repetitive, but it's already written so...

The power came back on at my house. I was out of communication since yesterday, and a few minutes ago the power came back on, so the first thing I did was charge my dead cell phone and post this.

007n7 maternal in the next OneShot 😛💗💗💗😭

Chapter 27: 007n7 — A chance to care again

Summary:

Also if I can request can you made a motherly 007n7 which he acts like a mom to everyone cook, clean and etc mostly cooking I ducking love fics that made 007n7 acts motherly and especially cooking meals

—Duckduckgoose_anonymous

Notes:

Platonic relationships or not! You're free to decide.

I hope you like it! And I'm sorry for any mistakes you find.

 

Food had always been something vital for everyone—especially in this hell.

 

They never starved, but eating the same thing over and over became boring and maddening.

Sure, most of the time they ate Elliot’s pizza, but everyone’s taste buds were craving something different; so, they all agreed to show off whatever cooking skills they had.

 

Chance had suggested it, either out of boredom or simply because he wanted something fun and distracting for everyone.

 

Obviously, they knew Elliot could cook, so they excluded him from the "contest." He was made a judge, along with Shedletsky.

 

Guest’s food was flavorless; Chance and Taph were disasters in the kitchen and were quickly kicked out by Elliot.

 

Builderman’s attempt was... passable. While he was brilliant with machines, in the kitchen he was a lost cause. He gave it his best, but didn’t make the most of the ingredients, according to Elliot.

 

That left Dusekkar, TwoTime, Noob, and 007n7. Of course, they left the ex-hacker for last, though he didn’t seem to mind—he just waited patiently for his turn.

 

Everyone had their moment, but between rounds and the gnawing hunger, they ended up delaying things for a few days.

 

It wasn’t until someone tampered with TwoTime’s dish that things went south—Elliot and Shedletsky both ended up with severe stomachaches.

 

No one really knew what to do, aside from finding buckets for the sick men and some clean rags.

 

Guest gave strict orders: keep them hydrated, and make sure they didn’t choke on their own vomit. During shift rotations, they made sure the killer wouldn’t find them—specifically 1x1x1x1 going after Shedletsky.

 

And everyone began to worry when neither of the two accepted any food. Sure, the meals weren’t five-star, but leaving them with empty stomachs wasn’t ideal either.

 

“What do we do? They won’t even touch the rice I made,” Noob said, discouraged by the rejection. He understood why, but still—it stung seeing their faces twist in disgust.

 

“Don’t worry, Noob. It’s normal for them to avoid eating when they know they’ll just throw it back up,” 007n7 spoke gently as he approached, though he kept a bit of distance. “C00lkidd always lost his appetite when he was sick. It’s normal.”

 

The survivors went quiet, their eyes silently resting on him.

They all knew the red killer was, in fact, 007n7’s beloved son.

That had been one of the reasons he was locked up in the first place.

But Guest, Noob—and even Shedletsky—had shown him compassion, trying to keep him included.

 

“But they can’t stay on an empty stomach forever,” Guest commented, arms crossed as he glanced toward the ex-hacker.

 

“I used to feed him. It just needs to be something more liquid for them,” 007n7 explained calmly. Everyone was gathered in the kitchen—everyone except Elliot, Shedletsky, and Dusekkar.

 

“What did you feed the killer—uh, your son, I mean?” Chance asked, only for 007n7 to hear him mumble in frustration at his own slip-up.

 

“Mostly chicken broth and applesauce,” 007n7 said softly, turning his gaze to the side.

 

A thick silence followed, all eyes still on him.

 

“Could you cook?” TwoTime finally asked, braving the question that had been hanging in the air.

 

They figured, if he was a father once, maybe his cooking skills were at least better than most. (TwoTime’s idea, mostly.)

 

“I can try,” he said. His tail gave a gentle wag behind him, and some of them found it kind of endearing.

“I mean—I will cook. Just… Please don’t tell Elliot I touched his kitchen.” He pleaded nervously. He knew how the blond could be.

 

“Don’t worry, dear hacker. Your secret is safe with The Great Spawn and all of us,” TwoTime declared with a dramatic hand-over-heart motion and a warm smile.

 

“Yeah… I’ll see what I can do,” 007n7 muttered, waiting for them to leave so he could be alone. They didn’t, but at least he managed to block them out.

 

It was… refreshing. Returning to those old memories of cooking while caring for a sick child.

Now, he had to care for two sick adults instead.

 

The stares made him nervous, but he focused on the food. He chopped the few vegetables into tiny cubes, hoping to stretch them out a bit more.

He added a bit of Shedletsky’s chicken for flavor, knowing both men would probably be too nauseous for anything strong-smelling or chunky.

 

“Are you sure about this?” someone whispered behind him, still uneasy about letting the ex-hacker cook for their most trusted allies.

 

“We don’t really have another choice. Let’s trust his experience in these kinds of situations,” Guest concluded, not wanting to argue any further.

 

Thankfully for 007n7, nor Shedletsky had been sent on a round, so he was able to stay and let the broth simmer fully.

 

He decided to check on Shedletsky—he didn’t want anything bad to happen while no one was watching.

 

He knocked softly on the door to announce himself, but the ex-admin didn’t respond. He had rolled over and pulled a blanket over himself.

 

007n7 sighed and walked in, gently checking Shedletsky’s forehead for a fever.

They never let him be alone with the sick ones—always watched him like he might hurt them further.

He didn’t blame them, but… it still stung.

 

“Mhm…” Shedletsky leaned into the cool touch, seeking relief from the heat in his body.

 

“Shhh, I’ll get something for you.”

Shedletsky’s upper wings fluttered slightly at the softness in the voice. Shedletsky turned a bit to get a better look at him.

 

007n7 offered a small, nervous smile and hurried off to find a clean cloth.

He dampened it and returned, placing it carefully on Shedletsky’s burning forehead.

 

“I made some food, Shedletsky,” he whispered, hoping the winged man had heard him—and hadn’t passed out from the fever.

 

“Better not be another one of those atrocities we had earlier,” the man grumbled weakly, trying to keep his mood in check.

 

“Don’t worry. I didn’t put anything bad in it.”

007n7 left Shedletsky for a moment to head back to the main cabin, turning off the fire and serving a portion of broth.

 

He briefly wondered if he should make a little rice with broth for the others—he could tell they were doubting his cooking too.

 

He’d do it after feeding Shedletsky.

 

As they stepped out of the kitchen, him noticed Noob leaning against one of the couches. When he looked up and saw the plate in 007n7’s hands, his stomach growled loudly in embarrassment.

 

007n7 let out a small laugh and went back to the kitchen for another plate. This time, he served Noob a piece of chicken, since he was certain Shedletsky and Elliot would have thrown up if anything heavier touched their stomachs.

 

His tail swayed side to side, calm and smooth.

 

“Here. If you want seconds, don’t hesitate to help yourself, Noob.” He offered a gentle smile before walking away.

 

Noob watched him leave, his mouth watering just from the scent of 007n7’s cooking. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try.

 

His hand trembled as he grabbed the spoon—whether from fear or excitement at tasting something delicious, he didn’t care.

 

007n7 carefully entered Shedletsky’s room. He set the plate down on the nightstand and pulled a chair closer to the bed.

 

“Do you feel okay to sit up?” he asked, gently brushing Shedletsky’s sweaty hair back, tucking a few damp strands away from his face.

 

“Yeah, just help me with another rag. Please.” 007n7 hurried off to rinse and re-wet the cloth.

 

When he came back he looked at Shedletsky was struggling with his own wings. “Let me help you,” 007n7 said softly, using that sweet tone he’d usually reserve for talking to his son when he refused help.

 

Shedletsky looked at him for a few seconds but didn’t argue. He took the damp cloth from 007n7 and pressed it to his forehead, sighing in relief.

 

007n7’s fingers felt so good on his worn-out wings, gently pulling off damaged feathers with care.

 

“Here, before it gets cold.” 007n7 handed him the plate, making sure not to spill anything.

 

Shedletsky’s hands trembled, but he held the plate steadily in front of him. His stomach growled at the smell. “Did you make this?” He already knew the answer, but it had been so long since he’d eaten anything other than Elliot’s fried chicken or pizza.

 

“Mhm, yeah. I hope you like it,” he said, sounding a little nervous as he went back to tending to the ex-admin’s wings.

 

“Oh, I’m definitely going to enjoy this.” Shedletsky replied cheerfully, instantly easing 007n7’s nerves.

 

The two of them fell into a comfortable silence, content with each other’s company.

 

Shedletsky’s tastebuds felt like they were in heaven with the first spoonful. He could only hope 007n7 kept cooking for them.

 

He let out little noises of delight with every bite, visibly pleased. 007n7’s smile grew wider with each sound the ex-admin made, his tail swaying from side to side.

 

Neither of them paid much attention to their surroundings, happy in their own little bubble.

They didn’t notice when Elliot and Builderman appeared at the doorway, quietly watching them.

 

Builderman tensed when he saw the ex-hacker alone with Shedletsky, grooming the administrator’s wings, but relaxed when he didn’t sense any danger.

 

Elliot, on the other hand, immediately frowned at 007n7’s presence—but nausea quickly distracted him from any lingering resentment.

 

007n7 heard the retching behind him. He quickly grabbed a bucket and rushed to Elliot’s side just as the pizzamaker dropped to his knees and vomited.

 

Builderman backed away, but 007n7 stayed close. He gently rubbed Elliot’s back and gave him soft pats, offering quiet comfort.

 

Shedletsky lost his appetite the moment he heard Elliot getting sick, but he didn’t blame him—both were still recovering.

He was a bit worried, though. Elliot hadn’t eaten much these past few days, so what he was throwing up now was probably just bile.

 

Builderman curiously eyed Shedletsky’s plate, still fragrant with the aroma of warm broth.

His own stomach growled, and his face turned red when Shedletsky huffed in amusement.

 

Chance entered the room holding a bowl of soup with trembling hands.

It had been hard, but he managed to carry it over without sneaking a bite, even though he was starving.

 

007n7 noticed, and a small knot of worry tightened in his chest.

Sure, he could last a little longer without eating—he often cooked himself something quietly at night when everyone was asleep. But none of them wanted to try each other's food anymore.

 

Elliot finally pulled back from the bucket, his face flushed with embarrassment.

007n7 gently stroked his back and helped him up, carefully setting the bucket aside and guiding him toward the bathroom.

 

Thankfully, Elliot hadn’t caught a fever like Shedletsky, but the nausea and dizziness were enough to knock him down hard.

 

“What are you doing?” Elliot asked, still dizzy and unsteady.

 

“You need to get cleaned up. I’m sure Chance won’t mind staying with you.”

He wanted to say more—to explain that he needed to go cook—but he knew Elliot would reject the idea outright.

“Noob made some broth. I helped a bit,” he added, just to keep things from sounding suspicious.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to eat some.”

 

Chance followed closely behind, leaving the bowl with Builderman.

“Yeah, come on, friend. Let’s get you cleaned up.” His smile didn’t falter, clearly catching the little lie in 007n7’s words.

“It smells amazing—what Noob cooked. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

 

007n7 smiled at the small, indirect compliment, then left Elliot in Chance’s care.

 

He returned to Builderman and Shedletsky with a freshly dampened cloth, approaching the ex-admin once more.

 

“Here. Rest a bit more,” he said gently, almost tempted to tuck him in—but that would’ve been a bit too much, and he didn’t want to risk ruining this peaceful moment by being seen as “too much.”

 

“Thanks, 007n7,” Builderman finally spoke, giving the single father a crooked smile.

 

“It’s nothing. I’m happy to help however I can.”

He softly closed the door behind them, offering them some privacy.

 

Back in the main cabin, more survivors were slowly showing up one by one.

 

Noob approached him, looking more confident this time, though he still avoided eye contact—probably to keep from looking at the spider-Noob smiling on 007n7’s shoulder.

 

“007n7, thanks for the foo—” his words were cut off by another loud growl from his stomach.

 

“Haha, don’t worry, Noob. I’ll cook something more for everyone,” 007n7 said warmly, his voice soft and reassuring.

“You can help me if you’d like.”

 

“Of course! Just tell me what to do.”

Noob agreed eagerly, hurrying to stand at his side.

 

007n7 began giving simple instructions, pleased to have someone kind working beside him.

 

Noob had looked at him with fear at first, but now—there was no malice in his gaze.

Now, here they were, cooking together comfortably. And that felt… really good.

 

Maybe it was time to stop worrying about what Elliot would say about his cooking.

The kindness from Shedletsky and Noob had helped him rediscover the joy of doing something he was actually good at—something that made him feel like himself again.

 

His tail swayed gently, brushing against his leg or seeking comfort from Noob—and the younger one didn’t flinch or complain, simply happy to see 007n7 a little more relaxed.

 

The food was ready in a matter of minutes, and most of the group had already gathered in the main cabin.

 

“Could you set the table?” he asked Noob, who was already sneaking a few spoonfuls of rice.

Noob nodded quickly and dashed off, setting up and calling the others.

 

Soon they were all together, and all eyes turned to 007n7 as he emerged with the pot.

The aroma was incredible, and the way he walked toward them, pot in hand, made him look almost angelic.

 

“I give thanks to The Great Spawn for allowing us to have you among us,” TwoTime said, their smile softer than usual—genuine, even.

 

The others chimed in with their thanks in their own ways. Some still looked a little uncomfortable, but they were getting better.

 

---

 

If there was one thing they could all agree on now, it was this:

007n7 was one of their best picks for LMS. And his cooking? Amazing.

 

For some strange reason, he could make the most of any ingredient that showed up in the supply restocks.

 

Over the next few days, 007n7 kept cooking for them.

It was a comfort to everyone—and slowly, they started to see how he really acted around them.

 

Quiet. Submissive. Eager to please.

 

007n7 didn’t mind.

He agreed to cook for them without a second thought.

 

Shedletsky and Elliot had both started to recover since 007n7 began looking after them.

That paternal instinct broke through his old shell and offered them something extra—a kind of care no one else could give.

 

Elliot still didn’t fully trust his intentions, but in the end, he had to accept the single father’s presence in the kitchen and in the cabin.

 

“At least we discovered a hidden talent,” Chance said, flipping his coin while watching 007n7 stir a pot.

 

“His food is amazing. If we make it out of here, I’m recommending him to every restaurant I know,” Noob said with a grin.

He knew a lot of chefs, and he was sure they’d love to work with someone like 007n7.

The ex-hacker’s improvisation, creativity, and flavor were too good to waste.

 

“And for now, I’ll be staying here with all of you,” 007n7 said, handing out a tray of freshly baked cookies.

 

Chance and Noob lunged for the plate, playfully shoving each other as they fought for the best pieces.

Some people stepped back to avoid getting caught in the scuffle, but laughed as they watched.

 

The cabin was filled with a comforting warmth, something they hadn’t felt in a long time.

 

“Well done, 007n7. And if you ever need help, don’t hesitate to ask. My door’s always open,” Guest said as he placed a supportive hand on 007n7’s shoulder.

 

“Thank you, Guest. That means a lot,” he replied with a bright smile, melting further when someone hugged him from the side.

 

“Here, I figured those two would fight over the whole plate. There’s plenty more, so go ahead and help yourselves,” he called out to the room.

That shy tone from days ago had long since faded.

 

A few people came over to grab cookies, moaning in delight the moment the crumbs hit their tongues.

 

“I’m officially hiring you as my personal chef, babe,” Chance said, half in tears at the taste.

It had been forever since anything had tasted this good—other than Elliot’s pizza.

 

The nickname caught 007n7 off guard, but he let it slide—Chance looked drunk on happiness anyway.

 

“Not if I steal him first,” Shedletsky cut in, smacking Chance with one of his wings and stealing the tray of cookies before rushing off.

 

Chance and Noob’s loud cries echoed through the cabin, bringing a nostalgic smile to 007n7’s lips.

 

It reminded him of baking cookies for C00lkidd and his little friends—BluuDud and PrettyPrincess.

The sounds, the energy, the joy… it brought back memories, and with them, a few tears.

 

Guest gave him another gentle squeeze, a silent reminder that he wasn’t alone.

 

007n7 just shook his head with a soft smile, trying to reassure the soldier beside him.

 

He glanced around one last time, taking in the scene.

What once was a cold, hostile place now radiated warmth and safety.

Maybe… maybe taking the risk to care for them had actually been a good idea.

Notes:

As I post this, I'm not even looking straight. My vision is blurry from exhaustion, but I just can't sleep.

I did this 3 times because there was too much angst in the first two drafts. Uhm
It's not my best work, but I tried hard. I'm currently concentrating on writing chapters for my current play, since I haven't done anything... Srry

Consider it platonic or not, as you wish! A bit of ChickenBurger, 1337n7, Luckyhacker, uhm Noob and 007n7 if I consider them more like father and son...

Chapter 28: 🔥 Tela77 — Tight situation

Summary:

Uhm I also want Telamon/007. Plot: 007 gets trapped in a wall while trying to escape Telamon while 007 hacks. Dub/con or at your discretion

—ImKevinBoyKat

Notes:

Kevin and I share a passion for this type of content. Stuck in a Wall👅👅🔥

Yeah, I don't really know when it crosses the line between Dub-con/non-con, srry

A bit short, but this time I didn't put in too much filler/plot like I have in other occasions >o<

007n7 loved to play with others. So when a certain deity appeared in front of him, he didn’t waste the chance.

 

Dashing across rooftops and using his hax, he was now being chased by Telamon. Dodging the occasional trap and blasts made it all the more exciting.

 

That was until he tripped over his own feet. It would’ve been humiliating to land in a dumpster, but thankfully, he triggered his teleportation hax just in time—though it wasn’t intentional.

 

He managed to input some random coordinates before falling, and in the blink of an eye, he was inside an abandoned construction site. Somewhere still close to where the chase with Telamon had begun.

 

He blinked, scanning the eerie place. It looked truly abandoned—like something straight out of a horror server. What an idiot.

 

He tried to move, but realized he was stuck in a wall.

 

Bracing his feet against the surface, he pushed back in an attempt to wriggle free. He never thought this could happen—maybe the area still had broken scripts.

 

He pulled up his panel, searching for the map’s modifications, hoping to find a way out. But everything looked properly coded. He’d have to dig into the files and hack them—nothing new for him, just time-consuming, and he didn’t have much time.

 

He needed to wait a few minutes for his teleportation cooldown. He groaned inwardly and started working.

 

So immersed in his interface, he didn’t notice the presence behind him.

 

“I never thought you’d offer yourself to the Great Telamon so willingly.” The deity sheathed his sword and smirked, eyeing the hacker’s trapped rear.

 

“Well—y’know, you gods do require tributes, right?” he replied, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

 

His tail was pressed close to his body, refusing to lift or wag—just like a puppy caught red-handed, tail tucked between his legs.

 

Should he ask Telamon for help? Or just let himself be caught once and for all? How humiliating—hacker stuck in a wall, finally captured. No way he’d let that headline spread.

 

“Uh—could you help me?” His tail swayed as a sign of peace, trying to earn some pity.

 

“Why should I? I don’t think you deserve my mercy.” Telamon stepped closer, curious to see the ex-hacker’s shameful face.

 

The dark robe, etched with golden designs, appeared in front of 007n7. He looked up, catching the smirk of superiority across Telamon’s lips.

 

He quickly hid his C00LGUI, terrified that Telamon might destroy his precious masterpiece.

 

“Hey—I’ll do anything, I swear.” He gave his best puppy eyes, desperate to get out of this mess.

 

His body buzzed with a mix of tension and excitement. He had never been this close to the great deity. Now trapped under his mercy, he just needed to survive—at least this time.

 

He wouldn’t kill him, right?

 

“We’ll see.” Telamon’s voice dropped, laced with lust, sending shivers through 007n7.

 

A strong hand gripped his jaw, pulling a moan from him. That simple touch ignited a warmth deep in his core.

 

Firm and unrelenting, there was no doubt—Telamon wouldn’t let him off without some sort of punishment.

 

“You seem eager to serve. Don’t worry—I’ll gladly take your offering.” Telamon leaned in, capturing his lips in a wild kiss.

 

007n7 moaned as the deity bit his lower lip, forcing his mouth open and slipping his tongue inside. There was a battle for dominance, and 007n7 didn’t mind surrendering to the powerful force above him.

 

It felt like he was being devoured—and he loved it. His cock strained against his pants, aching for more.

 

Their eyes met, filled with blazing lust—and something more. Telamon pulled away with a wet sound, a thin string of saliva still connecting their lips.

 

“I’m going to claim you right here, against this wall. And you’re going to enjoy every second of it.” he declared, watching as 007n7’s face twisted with need and pleasure.

 

“Then what are you waiting for?” His tail now flicked with more confidence, teasing the deity.

 

Telamon grabbed a fistful of hair, throwing his hat and his spider noob aside. Tilting his head to expose his vulnerable neck. Without hesitation, he sank his teeth into it, drawing a little blood.

 

“Ah—fuckin’ vampire. And here I thought you were just a chicken,” he teased, clutching at the deity’s shoulders.

 

“Call me that again and you’ll really get to know me.” Telamon growled before kissing him again. The metallic tang filled his mouth, but he savored the rough kiss regardless.

 

007n7 moaned into his mouth as Telamon grabbed one of his horns, sending electric jolts down his spine.

 

“Mmh—then stop playing with me already.” He stared into Telamon’s shadowed eyes, seeing the lust and hunger burning within.

 

“You’re not the one giving orders here. And as a proper offering, it would be a shame not to indulge.” Telamon licked the wound one last time before pulling back.

 

He stepped around him fully, his own cock now hard and pressing against his clothes. 007n7’s ass stuck out of the wall, practically asking for attention—especially with that demon tail teasing him.

 

“You look so comfy there. Is this your first time getting stuck like this?” He caressed the curve of his ass, memorizing the shape. He grabbed a cheek firmly, earning a gasp from 007n7.

 

“I swear I’ll leave if you keep teasing, Telamon.” His tail wrapped around Telamon’s arm, squeezing in warning.

 

“So impatient. Don’t worry—I’ve got exactly what you need.” He unbuttoned 007n7’s pants. The cold air made him shiver.

 

“What I need is for you to hurry the fuck up. You have no idea how much this position hurts.” He shifted, spreading his legs a little more and leaning toward Telamon.

 

“You don’t even know if you can take it, sweetheart.” A loud smack echoed through the room as Telamon slapped his ass, leaving a red mark behind.

 

“Ah—rough bastard,” he muttered, still grinding back against Telamon’s bulge, feeling the thick length hidden beneath. “Don’t go thinking you’re the biggest I’ve ever taken.” A bold lie—he was already desperate for him.

 

“Then I suppose you won’t need prep. You should’ve felt lucky to have Telamon be gentle, but you threw that chance away.” He tugged down his underwear, revealing 007n7’s twitching hole.

 

A finger slid over it, teasing him. “Mmh—I beg forgiveness, oh great deity. Just a desperate mortal trying to free himself,” he groaned, breath hitching.

 

Telamon didn’t respond. He knew 007n7’s words were meant to provoke him into fucking without mercy. Not a bad idea… but he didn’t want to hurt him—not like that. Ruthless in battle, yes. But in bed? He'd be gentler—at least with those who deserved it.

 

A small bottle of lubricant appeared. He moistened two fingers and inserted them into 007n7's hole with little compassion.

 

“Agh- Telamon.” He groaned in pain, but he loved how they started to treat him roughly. His glasses went awry. 

 

“Shut up, be grateful I'm being somewhat compassionate.” He moved his fingers in a scissoring motion, waiting for them to stretch as quickly as possible. “I should send you to Banlands, and here I am, about to fuck you through a wall.”

 

“Mhm, don't you receive this kind of offering, or did you accept it?” He wanted to look into Telamon's face, but a wall got in the way. What a pity.

 

“Not this kind of offering, whore.” He plunged his fingers deeper, reaching the deepest part of 007n7 and brushing against his prostate.

 

“Mhmm~ Oh Telamon.” The burn of the stretching felt good. “Only for you.” He purred as he unwrapped his tail and waved it over Telamon's face, like a cat.

 

“This is what you were looking for, right?” He inserted another finger, feeling the hole clench around them, wanting more.

 

“Yes- especially being painfully trapped in a wall.” Sarcasm flowed through every word, but he continued pushing toward Telamon's fingers. Each movement brushed against his prostate, but never quite hit it. “Please-” he begged, feeling his tears escape his eyes.

 

“I know what you want. And as the kind being I am, I won't make you wait any longer.” He pulled his fingers out and watched as 007n7's hole clenched, seeking something to fill it again.

 

007n7 moaned at the loss, spread his legs wider, and presented his ass. He waited impatiently, hearing some fabric fall to the floor, and only hoped Telamon would hurry.

 

Telamon finally freed his own cock, already hard and ready to punish and mark the trapped hacker. He used some commands to ensure 007n7 wouldn't hurt himself too much against the wall.

 

“Ready. I have high expectations for you.” He placed the tip of his cock between 007n7's cheeks, teasing before starting to guide himself into the needy hole.

 

“Then stop pla-” He was penetrated in one thrust, feeling Telamon's large size. “Telamon!” He cried out as the cock touched deep inside, brushing against his prostate.

 

“Ugh, so easy. I started to suspect you've put yourself in this situation many times. Waiting for others to forgive you for your actions.” He pulled on the tail, using it as leverage.

 

“Mhm no- only for you.” He groaned as Telamon started moving inside him, sliding in and out slowly.

 

“Liar.” Telamon felt like he was in heaven, the warm and soft walls gripping him too well. “You're taking my cock so well, whore.”

 

“Stop calling me that.” He panted, irritated by the degradation, but couldn't deny that he liked it. His vision blurred with tears.

 

“It's what you deserve.” With his free hand, he slapped against his ass, starting to leave marks. “Shameless, anyone could walk by and see you. Even use that little mouth of yours.”

 

007n7 twisted at the thought. He didn't want just anyone,

The thrusts started to quicken, hard and fast, wanting to sink deeper and deeper.

 

“Having you trapped like this in a Roblox headquarters wall. Wouldn't you like that? Being used and filled by others.” Telamon released his grip on the tail and paused the slaps, taking the hips of the trapped man.

 

007n7 only moaned at the idea. Passing from cock to cock, being filled by various administrators and moderators. He found the idea appealing.

 

“I- oh Telamon… yes! More please-” Between moans, he managed to speak, but his mind started to feel clouded with pleasure. Tears of pleasure flowed like a river.

At some point his glasses fell off his face, but he didn't care. 

 

“So greedy, one cock isn't enough for you, you fucking slut.” His rhythm became even wilder, wanting to claim all of 007n7's body. Fill him with his seed and make him remember it for weeks.

 

He rested his forehead against the dirty wall, fucking him like an animal. His fluffy wings rose, wanting to cover himself from the situation he was in.

 

“Too bad Telamon doesn't like to share.” He wanted to bite the man beneath him, but settled for burying his claws into the hips.

“Your body was made only for me. Your little tight hole won't be satisfied with anyone else.” He promised.

 

He sought a better angle, wanting to hear 007n7's cries.

 

“Telamon! Only yours!” He cried out in joy as he felt his prostate start to be abused by the deity behind him. He tried to contain his cries, but failed magnificently.

 

“That's it. Scream my name, darling.” He felt the body beneath him tremble, the hole clench even tighter, and knew the hacker was close.

“Cum on my cock like the bitch you are.” He degraded again, starting to chase his own release.

 

“Mhmm~ More!” He felt closer, the pain in his hips and ass felt too good. Each hit on his prostate made him see stars.

 

“I hear you.” He lifted 007n7's hips, now letting him float above the ground.

 

The position forced him to lean against the wall. His waist being crushed against the wall and his elbows scraping with each thrust Telamon gave, sweat from all the effort soaked his hair, feeling several strands stick to his forehead.

He never expected this situation to feel so good. He was thinking about doing it again, but for now, he would enjoy Telamon's cock.

 

“¡So close!” A sharp moan escaped his lips as he came, staining the wall with his semen.

 

But Telamon didn't stop. No, he kept going, not caring how loud 007n7 became from the overstimulation. “Come on, you can take more.” He ordered as he stroked the weak cock of the hacker, feeling it come back to life.

 

“¡Wait!” He begged for his poor and trembling body. Thankful that Telamon supported his lower weight, but the pain in his waist and torso intensified.

 

His hands scraped against the wall, his head started to hang, and saliva escaped his lips. His throat ached from so much moaning and screaming, but he couldn't help but feel more pleasure.

 

The idea that someone might pass by and see him destroyed made both men moan.

 

“You feel so good. I would take you and bring you to my home… Unfortunately, I don't like types like you… and you couldn't carry my children.” Telamon growled as he took the tail of 007n7 again and pulled hard.

 

007n7 opened his eyes, his sensitive body trembled under Telamon's grip. His tail coiled tightly around Telamon's hand, giving up all control.

 

The words didn't matter to him. Honestly, the idea wasn't that appealing, he preferred being filled by several powerful men over being pregnant.

 

“I feel—ugh, good,” he managed to say between moans, feeling Telamon thrust back into him not long after the last wave.

 

“You should feel lucky… to be fucked by me.” His thrusts grew more erratic by the minute, his cock swelling inside 007n7.

 

“I’ll fill you so deep, you’ll remember me with every step for days,” he promised, lowering 007n7’s legs and slamming back into him with renewed force.

 

His legs trembled beneath both his weight and Telamon’s, but he held on.

 

At last, both of them came—007n7 first, overwhelmed and shaking, followed closely by Telamon who buried himself to the hilt. Hot cum spilled deep inside him, claiming him from the inside out.

 

Their panting echoed through the empty structure, the scent of sex thick in the air.

 

007n7 finally gave in, his knees collapsing as they slammed into the grimy wall. He let his head drop, staring blurrily at the floor slick with his own saliva and tears. He didn’t dare look back—his ass was ruined and dripping.

 

Telamon pulled out with a wet, obscene sound, and 007n7 could feel the deity’s cum leaking out of him, trickling down his thighs. He should’ve been disgusted—but he was too exhausted to complain.

 

“Mmh… thank you for the offering. I'll be waiting for more of this,” Telamon said as he gently let go of the hacker’s tail, sounding quite satisfied.

 

“I’m glad you liked it. I’d be even happier if you could get me out of this damn wall,” he mumbled, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. He couldn’t pass out here, not like this.

 

Telamon dressed first, leaving 007n7 still trapped and squirming. “Have some mercy, please,” the hacker begged as he heard the deity’s footsteps starting to fade.

 

Telamon sighed at the sound of that voice—so desperate, so tired. “Only because I’m feeling generous. Consider it a thank-you gift,” he muttered, then snapped his fingers.

 

The wall vanished.

 

007n7 yelped as he dropped onto the floor. His face flushed with embarrassment, but at least Telamon had already vanished before witnessing the pitiful sight of him sprawled on the filthy ground.

 

He exhaled deeply and began to get dressed again, already dreaming of a long shower and something strong for the ache in his body.

 

Yeah… he was definitely going to try that again sometime.

Notes:

Sorry if there's any typo! No beta reader, we die like 007n7... Is there a tag of this? Uhmmm

Thank you so much for the support again, I hope you enjoyed it🩷🩷💐

I'M ALSO GOING TO ADD A LITTLE MORE SMUT TO THE PREVIOUS ONESHOTS. Dude, I read one and it felt too short. Don't be complacent, but I don't want to spoil you too much— Mhm nevermind, I'll fix it one of these days.

Also, I have something planned for a few days. Do you prefer Taph Top or Bottom? It's something related to BurguerBomb ⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)

I'M ALSO PRETTY ANXIOUS. I'm going back to school in less than three weeks, which is a shame TOT

Chapter 29: 🫂🔥 Luckyhacker — I bet...

Summary:

Eu sei que vc está bem ocupado(ocupada), mas poderia fazer um de chance x 007n7 fofo com obscenidade logo depois, se sim, eu ia agradecer muito mesmo ^^

—Alex (Guest)

(I know that you are very busy, but I could make a chance x 007n7 fluffy with obscenity logo later, if you like, I would thank you very much ^^)

Notes:

C00lkidd is here! Although only at the beginning, and he's mentioned at the end. I enjoyed writing the ending😭💔

I hope you like it!

Top! Chance
Bottom! 007n7
Employee-boss relationship is mentioned
Chance uses he/him and Them/Them is supposed(? But my translator got weird...

Somehow, the gamblers showed up at his door alongside Elliot on a calm morning.

 

Chance offered him a job at his casino, to keep it safe from the cyberattacks it had been suffering over the past few weeks. Elliot recommended him, feeling sorry for the single father who was now searching for a third job to support his son.

 

Chance came into his life like an angel; the pay and the job allowed him to spend more time with his son. Mostly, he worked all day and only had time to leave food for C00lkidd and see him during the nights and early mornings.

 

Now, he had more time for himself and his son, pampering and loving C00lkidd while managing to instill a bit more discipline.

 

He was incredibly grateful to Elliot for having pity or compassion on him; he knew he could never repay him and felt bad about it, but the pizza guy just shrugged it off.

 

And he was thankful to Chance, who gave him the chance to move forward alongside his son.

 

At first, it was awkward for him. He had sworn off anything related to cybersecurity, scripts, or the like. But now, he was working on a laptop, making sure to protect Chance’s casino from any attacks.

 

It was pretty simple and less exhausting, plus they offered security for him and his son in case any client or person found out who was reinforcing the casino’s defenses, so it was a great deal.

 

Chance’s flirting caught him off guard too. Of course, he wasn’t closed off to possibilities, but he assumed his past alone scared off any suitors—even one supposedly as wealthy as Chance.

 

He still remembered Chance’s first attempt:

 

It was his first day at the casino. Nervous but determined to keep going. He watched his boss approach with a radiant, playful smile—a smile meant to calm him.

 

 

 

“Hey, pretty boy. You like to gamble? Because I bet you’re going to love me.”

 

007n7 blushed fiercely at the flirt, making Chance laugh. He felt embarrassed for not knowing how to respond, but it had been a long time since he’d been in this situation.

 

After a few seconds, he burst into laughter. Chance’s smile wavered and a blush colored both their cheeks.

 

Pretty weird, but he didn’t complain and accepted the flirting.

 

It felt so good to have someone after all this time. Don’t get it wrong—he loved spending time with his son, who would always be the person he loved most with all his heart, but Chance gave him another kind of relationship, and it was comforting.

 

In a way, his life had improved since Chance appeared.

 

Chance was a lucky man to have met 007n7, the gamblers would say every time they saw the ex-hacker.

 

007n7 could say he was the lucky one to have Chance by his side.

 

Either way, they had both managed to find a safe space in each other’s hearts, even if neither had admitted it yet.

 

---

 

It was a normal day for father and son. 007n7 took C00lkidd to the park, hoping the boy would get distracted and socialize a bit. Though it was hard to ignore the attention from some mothers, they were both used to it.

 

The kids approached curiously, especially staring at C00lkidd’s horns and tail.

 

007n7 wasn’t paying attention until someone grabbed his waist and shouted in his ear.

 

He turned around startled, ready to strike whoever it was, only to see his boss laughing at his expression. “Idiot! What’s wrong with you?” he yelled at Chance, fearless of any retaliation.

 

“Oh, come on, you’ve got to have some fun.” Chance pulled 007n7’s body closer, resting his back against his chest. “Besides, it’s been a while since I last saw you,” he murmured.

 

“We saw each other yesterday, Chance.” 007n7 rolled his eyes and kept watching his son. His face flushed hearing Chance’s voice so close, but he ignored it.

 

“Too long.” They complained, tightening their hold on 007n7. “Want to have dinner with me? I’ll pay, and your son can come too.” Chance’s offers were always straightforward. “I won’t take no for an answer.”

 

“Then why do you ask? And I’m sure C00lkidd would insist on coming anywhere with me.” He tried to pull away when his tail felt too pressed, sensitive to the fabric.

 

Chance released him when they bumped legs, unhappy about losing contact but keeping his smile. “Then let the kid pick where we eat.”

 

007n7 knew this was a kind of courtship, so he really let Chance act as he pleased during this process, even though he’d like to kiss him right then and there.

 

And Chance knew C00lkidd was 007n7’s only weakness, so obviously he would win the man over if he treated the boy well. It wasn’t hard to deal with him anyway—just a little chaotic, which Chance liked a lot.

 

C00lkidd watched his dad hugging the man he’d been seeing a lot lately. From his perspective, Chance was cool, so he saw no reason to keep his father away from this elegant man.

 

After a few minutes, he came over, tired of playing with other kids who only paid attention to his tail and horns.

 

“Dad! I’m hungry!” the six-year-old shouted, wanting his father’s attention.

 

Chance stepped away from 007n7 and smiled, spotting an opportunity he couldn’t miss. “Hey, buddy. Where do you want to eat? We can go wherever you want.”

 

C00lkidd’s eyes sparkled with excitement at Chance’s words. “Pizza! Let’s go with Uncle Elliot.” He jumped for joy while hugging his dad’s legs, looking at him with puppy eyes.

 

“I’m not sure if I want to see you today, kid.” 007n7 murmured as he bent down to his son’s level. “But I’m sure Chance wouldn’t mind taking us somewhere else, right?” His smile didn’t waver as he glanced sideways at the gamblers.

 

“Yeah—we can go anywhere else, somewhere cooler for you, buddy.” His heart raced from the smile 007n7 gave him.

 

“I don’t know where cool people eat.” C00lkidd looked at them skeptically.

 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take you to the coolest place then. You’ve always wanted to visit your dad’s workplace, right?” 007n7 tensed and shot a glare at Chance, who ignored him.

 

“Yes! Dad has a cool job.” C00lkidd wagged his tail excitedly, digging his claws into 007n7’s legs.

 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” His voice showed his displeasure, but C00lkidd and Chance gave him puppy eyes. He already figured out where C00lkidd got that tactic from—what a coincidence.

 

“Alright, but you have to promise you’ll stay by my side and behave.” C00lkidd nodded excitedly.

 

“Then I’ll pick you up at 7 pm.” Chance got close to 007n7, placing his lips near the ex-hacker’s ear. “This counts as a date, darling—hope you dress up.” He pulled away to escape the shiver that ran down 007n7’s body.

 

“Idiot.” He whispered while taking his son in his arms and trying to calm his poor heart.

 

---

 

Just as Chance said, at exactly 7 pm they rang 007n7’s doorbell, tossing a gold coin while waiting for father and son.

 

Everything was arranged so no one would bother them during the whole evening, only in case of emergency. They also hired someone else to watch the kid when he got tired and care for him in a VIP room.

 

Tonight, Chance was betting it all. He smiled with excitement just thinking about it.

 

The door opened, revealing father and son dressed formally—well, the kid was more casual but still respectful.

 

“Hey babe. A promise is a promise.” Chance offered his arm to escort him to a waiting car.

 

007n7 sighed a little awkwardly but accepted anyway. He took Chance’s arm while the gamblers carried his son.

 

“Like a family,” was his thought, which made him nervous and blush. He looked away before Chance could notice.

 

“What are we eating? How long will it take? Will there be cooler people?” C00lkidd bombarded him with questions, his appetite open and impatient to wait.

 

“Kidd—” 007n7 wanted to scold him for being impatient, but Chance stopped him.

 

“It’s a surprise. You like surprises, right?” C00lkidd squirmed in his seat but nodded. “Come on, cool people know how to wait their turn.”

 

007n7 just sighed while listening to Chance try to calm his son. For the most part, he was thankful Chance was so understanding and willing to help, though he thought he felt pity for him and ignored that.

 

The ride wasn’t long; the three got out of the luxurious car and looked at the casino in front of them.

 

007n7 knew there was no kitchen area, only drinks, so they headed toward Chance’s huge office.

 

C00lkidd watched the place in awe. The chandeliers sparkled and gleamed everywhere; laughter and shouts made him curious, wanting to know what all the fuss was about; the various games he didn’t even understand caught his attention.

 

007n7 held C00lkidd tight, hoping no one would notice them. Chance kept them hidden, resting a hand on his back and guiding them to his office.

 

Once inside, he felt relieved, finally letting C00lkidd down so he could stretch and calm down.

 

“Dinner’s served.” They whispered beside him, but he paid no attention.

 

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Chance’s smile grew wider, excited with every passing minute.

 

The three of them sat down to eat. C00lkidd immediately began flooding the room with questions, and both adults happily answered each one.

 

“Maybe luck’s on your side today, little one.” They joked, watching 007n7’s tense expression. How he loved to tease him.

 

007n7 caught Chance’s amused smile and held back saying anything, though he didn’t like the idea of his son becoming a gambler. “Done already?” he asked as he watched C00lkidd push away his third plate.

 

“Full.” He murmured, moving closer to 007n7.

 

The lack of formality was welcome—even to Chance, who felt all the tension dissolve, opening way to familiarity and warmth.

 

Both adults watched as the kid rubbed his eyes, a sign of tiredness. “Thank you so much, Chance, I owe you a lot.” A soft, warm smile appeared on his lips as he looked up at the gambler with big eyes.

 

“Mhm, you know I can afford this and more.” Chance moved closer, guiding 007n7 outside to a VIP room where their bodyguards awaited.

 

“I don’t know how to repay you for everything you’ve done for me. I know money means nothing to you, but I—”

 

“Shh, first put C00lkidd to bed, then we’ll talk.” Chance soothed him. He opened the door where everything was ready.

 

It didn’t take long for the kid to fall asleep. 007n7 made him clean up and change into clothes he always kept ready for the little one.

 

Finally, they left the room, sure Chance wouldn’t let anything happen to C00lkidd. That he’d move heaven and earth because he’d come to love him like his own son…

 

Chance moved closer to 007n7, squeezing his waist so their bodies pressed together. Their breathing grew heavy and heat washed over them.

 

When they finally entered Chance’s office, no walls held them back.

 

007n7 looked nervously at Chance, waiting for the gamblers to say something. “Chance—”

 

“Please, let me talk. From the moment I saw you, I felt drawn to you—it’s no surprise.” His smile grew wider. He closed the office door for privacy. “And your smile is what gives me courage to take the risk—luck favors the brave.”

 

007n7 stared back, his tail swishing softly and excitedly behind him.

 

“In love and in gambling, I like to take risks. Are you willing to bet on us?” Chance gently took one of 007n7’s hands, pressing it to his chest where his heart beat fast.

 

007n7 smiled sweetly at Chance’s words, feeling his face flush. “If you were a bet, I’d have already put it all on you.” He wanted to play with Chance, keep up with his stupid jokes and betting lines.

 

007n7’s lips were devoured in a passionate kiss. His body slammed against a wall, pressing his back against it and his hips against Chance’s.

 

He released a moan as they bit his lower lip, allowing a tongue to enter his mouth. Chance didn't give him time to think before dominating the kiss.

 

Tongues danced and hands roamed.

 

007n7 placed one of his hands on Chance's nape and the other on his face, wanting to pull him closer. Chance's hands began to explore every inch of 007n7's body, squeezing and playing with each pinch.

 

“Mhm- Chance wait.” He groaned against the kiss, trying to catch his breath.

 

They both pulled apart, recovering their breath between gasps. A string of saliva connected them for a few seconds before disappearing.

 

Chance observed 007n7's flushed face, the dim lighting giving him a more provocative air, and it thrilled him.

 

“I think I just won a fortune.” He whispered against 007n7's ear, sending shivers of pleasure through his body.

 

007n7 smiled at the words, wanting to have some fun too. “Hmm, I bet you couldn't handle a night with me.” He raised a leg, waiting for Chance to catch the hint.

 

“I accept the bet, I'll play my cards well.” He joked, placing one of his hands on 007n7's clothed thigh, gripping tightly and pulling him to straddle his waist.

 

“Are you ready?” 007n7 crashed his lips against Chance's, once again in a passionate kiss. This time, Chance lifted him and pushed him onto one of the sofas.

 

“Always ready, darling. I'll make you see the stars.” He promised as he started to undress.

 

007n7 didn't waste any time and followed Chance's lead. Soon, both were naked, their faces so close that their breaths mingled.

 

007n7's tail caressed Chance's legs, waiting patiently. Chance searched for a bottle of lubricant hidden in the sofa, wanting to make 007n7 feel good.

 

“Chance- please.” He begged when he felt a finger brush against his ass, impatient to begin. He unconsciously opened his legs, allowing better access.

 

“True winners know how to take their time, darling. You'd be a terrible gambler.” He teased and inserted a finger, making 007n7 unable to reply.

 

“Ah-ah do you really think so?” His cock began to leak precum, demanding attention, but no one gave it. 

 

“I'm more than sure, I'd even bet you'd go bankrupt before rolling a die.” 007n7's hole was too tight. Chance thought 007n7 hadn't done this in a long time.

 

“Ugh shut up.” He gasped as another finger entered, this time scissoring inside him. “Chance~”

 

Gamblers knew they hit 007n7's sweet spot, but decided to tease him a bit more. “That's it. Moan my name, darling.” They breathed against 007n7's ear, pushing their fingers deeper.

 

“Chance!” He cried out as they hit his prostate hard, the stimulation feeling a bit overwhelming. He wanted to take off his glasses, but Chance stopped him.

 

“Leave them on, I want to see you just as you are.” He brought his face to 007n7's neck, waiting for him to relax more.

 

007n7 felt incredible, every touch, every movement inside him, and now the kisses on his neck made him shudder with pleasure.

 

He might feel humiliated for coming just from fingers, but if Chance asked, he would.

 

“I'd say they're annoying, but you wear them with style.” Between breaths, he managed to say, twisting Chance's fogged-up glasses (and miraculously, they didn't fall off his face along with his fedora and headphones).

 

“What can I say, luck is on my side.” He bit 007n7's neck, careful not to leave any visible marks.

 

He inserted a third finger, feeling his own cock throb, but held back from entering without preparation.

 

007n7's tail thrashed against the sofa, starting to get desperate from the foreplay. “Please… I'm ready Chance.” His legs wrapped around Chance's waist, pulling him closer.

 

“Greedy little thing.” Chance murmured before withdrawing his fingers.

 

007n7 moaned at the emptiness, but it was quickly replaced by the head of a cock. He brought his face close to kiss Chance again, hoping to distract himself from the stretching.

 

Chance understood and was pleased, starting to enter 007n7's warm and tight hole slowly while pushing his tongue back into 007n7's mouth.

 

Each second felt like an eternity, the cock exploring every inch, waiting to fill him.

 

They both moaned during the kiss, feeling love blossom between them.

 

Chance pulled back to give 007n7 time to recover, their gasps and soft moans echoing off the walls, the scent of sex starting to fill the air.

 

“So good, you feel so good.” He complimented against 007n7's neck, waiting for a signal to move.

 

“Ah- You're so long-” 007n7 tightened his legs and his hips ground against Chance's, wanting him to start, to push him onto the sofa; to mark him with kisses; to fill him with his cum; to be only his.

 

“That's it, come on Babe.” Chance took hold of the man beneath him, starting to move slowly, experimenting with each movement. “You're still so tight.” He gasped with pleasure.

 

007n7's tail caressed one of Chance's arms, getting its own stimulation. 007n7 sank into the sofa, relaxing and letting Chance take control.

 

“You don't know how long I've been waiting for this.” He murmured as he felt the soft and warm walls clench around his cock.

 

The pace of the thrusts was slow and torturous. Each movement grazed his prostate and sent waves of pleasure through his body.

 

Chance moved to his neck, biting and sucking, leaving his own marks on 007n7's body, wanting to see him always like this, beneath him, being fucked only by him, no one else could or would make him see stars like this.

 

Tears started to fall and saliva escaped from the corner of his lips. His whole body felt on fire and he loved every second.

 

Every caress, every kiss Chance gave him, felt like heaven.

 

He opened his legs wider, letting Chance take everything he offered, delighted to hear each moan he provoked from Chance.

 

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room, each enjoying the pleasure the other brought.

 

“Mo-more faster.” He begged as he started to dig his nails into Chance's back.

 

“Whatever you want.” Chance increased the speed of his thrusts, driving his cock deep into 007n7.

 

Hard and fast. Dominating every part of 007n7.

 

He would never stop loving this feeling, how the walls hugged his cock, 007n7's nails scratching his back and crying out his name.

 

007n7 couldn't find the words to say, each hit on his prostate only made him moan and scream with pleasure. He didn't stop to think if anyone would hear, it didn't matter.

 

He grabbed his legs securely, placing each one on either side of his head, bending in half and allowing Chance to get a better angle with each thrust, hitting his prostate with precision and making 007n7 scream.

 

“Scream darling, no one can hear you.” His hands gripped so tightly that he was sure he would leave bruises.

 

“Fuck ah-” 007n7 wanted to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat and instead, moans escaped.

 

“Scream.” Chance pushed harder, getting close to his own release. “Scream my name.” He groaned as he felt 007n7's hole clench tighter around his cock.

 

“¡Chance! Close.” He sobbed and trembled from the force and impact. He tilted his head back, rolling his eyes from the immense pleasure.

 

His cock begged for attention, but it was obvious Chance wouldn't give him any, but it didn't matter, he would come with just a cock inside him and feel satisfied.

 

“Yes darling… me too.” Chance didn't waste any time and sought his own release, trusting that it would be enough to bring 007n7 to his own orgasm with just his cock, with his seed inside him, staining and marking every corner and crevice.

 

The thought excited him and spurred him to thrust harder.

 

“Ugh- CHANCE!” With a final cry, he came all over both of their abdomens, finally collapsing exhausted onto the sofa.

 

He sobbed as he felt Chance continue to hit his bundle of nerves, he would have writhed if he hadn't lost the strength to continue.

 

Only muffled moans managed to escape his throat, sore from moaning and screaming.

 

Chance finally came inside 007n7, sinking in as his semen filled the sweet hole. He felt warm and full that he couldn't help but move his hips a little, squeezing to get more out.

 

The gamblers released 007n7's legs, freeing him from their hold and letting him recover. Kissing his neck before kissing him on the lips.

 

“Mhm” 007n7 accepted the kiss tiredly. His tail caressed Chance's body waiting for all the overstimulation to fade.

 

The gamblers caressed one of his horns, softly and gently before squeezing and provoking more pitiful moans.

 

“Ease up, let me rest.” He implored as the tears started to subside. He wiped the saliva around his mouth, chuckling a bit dirtily.

 

Chance just watched him with a smile as he grabbed 007n7's tail and squeezed, earning a cry and a small slap.

 

“Don't do that.” He growled as he gathered his strength and flipped them over. Still with the cock inside him, he straddled Chance and rocked his hips.

 

Chance let go and placed his hands on 007n7's hips, forcing him to stay still. A mocking smile appeared on his face as he recognized the lust in 007n7's eyes.

 

It would be a long night.

 

---

 

007n7 was about to faint; pleasure and overstimulation hit him hard all night, satisfying every need.

 

“Uhm—Chance.” The gambler was resting on his chest, licking and biting. “I’m tired now.”

 

“Haha, look who didn’t last all night with me.” Chance joked and finally left him alone, flipping them so both were on their backs with 007n7 resting on his chest.

 

“Shut up, you have ridiculous endurance.” He complained but relaxed in Chance’s arms.

 

“We can improve yours with more practice.” He said seductively, running fingers through 007n7’s sweaty, messy hair.

 

“Maybe another night.” He promised as his eyes started to grow heavy.

 

“Does this mean we’re boyfriend and boyfriend?” Chance squeezed him tighter, heart pounding fast.

 

“I’d be surprised if we were just boss and employee. And I hope if you ask me to marry you, it’s not while we’re having sex in the shower.” Chance’s heartbeat relaxed him; it worked like a lullaby.

 

“I promise it’ll be better than this.” He kissed his head and called the night done, letting 007n7 rest.

 

He sighed hearing 007n7’s soft snores, finally sleeping in his arms like he should’ve long ago.

 

“No risk, no win,” he murmured before falling asleep.

 

---

 

“Do you believe in luck? Because meeting you feels like I’ve hit the lottery.” Chance moved closer to 007n7.

 

It was only his first month working here. The atmosphere was a bit tense, but Chance always showed up to lighten things and make him laugh with his cheap jokes.

 

He smiled at the memory while approaching with breakfast in hand.

 

“I like you more than winning the lottery.” He approached with a bouquet of flowers hidden behind his back, placing it in 007n7’s hands.

 

007n7 blushed at the gift—it had been a long time since he had any suitors, much less someone like Chance. So attentive and fun.

 

Chance didn’t get a response, assuming nerves had taken over the trembling worker. “You’re my winning card. Want to bet you’ll stay with me?” It was a date, his first, and he felt excited.

 

“Will you always say stuff like that?” 007n7 smiled shyly, hugging one of Chance’s arms.

 

The gamblers just smiled and hugged him.]

 

His tail wagged with excitement remembering the happiness the sweet, beautiful memory brought him—the first time he accepted going out with Chance.

 

He’d never regret it.

 

“I don’t care if I lose at life, with you I always want to bet.” He kissed 007n7 softly, his first kiss with his now-husband, still joking about bets and games but loving it.

 

He looked at the pure gold ring on his hand, smiling sweetly. He opened the door to their shared room.

 

Chance was still passed out on the mattress.

 

He left the breakfast on a nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed. He gently stroked Chance’s face, admiring the gambler’s relaxed features.

 

A hand rested on his, stopping every movement and caress. “Seven?” Chance’s sleepy voice was music to his ears.

 

“Good morning, darling.” He leaned in to kiss him, only to be pulled back immediately.

 

“Good morning. You really outdid yourself last night.” He purred in his ear and kissed the visible marks on his neck.

 

“You still have ridiculous endurance. Again, I won’t let you near me for a few days.” 007n7 smiled wickedly as he bit Chance’s shoulder.

 

“Little devil. You loved everything I did to you.” He kissed his lips one last time before letting 007n7 go. “You can’t deny it—I’m the best in bed.”

 

“Are you?” He smiled playfully while hugging Chance. “You are, but now get up. You promised C00lkidd you’d take him to Elliot.” 007n7 collapsed on the bed.

 

“Another afternoon just for us.” He got excited at the thought, finally waking up to start the day.

 

“You have a meeting with Mafioso Chance—”

 

“To hell with that, that damn collector can wait.”

 

“Chance.” 007n7 stared at him intently. Chance shrugged; all the excitement from seconds ago died remembering the meeting.

 

“You can tell your cousin that—”

 

“No, eat now. There’s no negotiation; you won’t get near me.” He smiled and laid down, wrapping himself in the soft sheets.

 

“Lucky little guy.” Chance looked one last time at 007n7 before starting to eat, letting his husband rest.

Notes:

INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS ATTACKED ME IN THE END, BUT I WON🗣️
I wanted drama, heartbreak. But not today. 🧍‍♀️

SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING, I've been working on other projects.
I mean, I already published a ChickenBurger fic, if you want to check it out :3

Oh uhm for those who are waiting for the continuation of Doombringer... I'm working on it, but I'm thinking about releasing in a separate work... Uhmg hehe

Chapter 30: 🔥❓ 007n7/Everyone — Let's blame it on the smell.

Summary:

Anyway this isn't my idea but I kinda want you to write Abt it cus my grammar sucks and English isn't my first language but
practically Spectre decided to straight up spray some sex pollen scents on 007n7, practically making everyone around him very horny and try to get in his pants if they smell it, while 007n7 tries to hide or run from them

—UmOLIVE (Guest)

Notes:

Well ehh... Sexual pollen is also known as an aphrodisiac.
As far as I know, sexual pollen makes anyone who comes into contact with it (smell it) seek relief, so Dub-con

NO PRENETATION! Only rubbing, kissing, biting, and hugging. Something else too, but that's what there is mostly.

I also have to say that 007n7 is trying, but they're all repressed in some way, but hey, try to get away from them.

Credits for the idea to whoever gave it... Uhmm

The Specter was bored out of its mind.

It still enjoyed the screams and whimpers of the survivors, the killers’ frustration when stunned and dragged down to a more “fair” playing field.

 

But it wanted more. Something different. Something interesting.

 

And why not play with its favorite toy?

 

A wicked smile spread across its face as it pulled invisible strings and summoned a strange plant. Its grin widened when a small jar of something unknown materialized before them.

 

Let the show begin.

 

---

 

It was just another day. The same routine.

Run and survive the killers—nothing new.

 

Everyone was resting in their cabins, exhausted from all the stunning and sprinting. There weren’t many options: run or die. So they simply pushed themselves, avoiding any punishment from the being that kept them trapped.

 

007n7 sighed, dragging himself toward the main cabin for food. Everyone should’ve been in their own cabins by now, so he walked without worry.

 

The cabin was dark, silent, and cold. Nothing unusual—if not for the heavy, dark presence watching him from the corner.

007n7 felt eyes on him but chalked it up to finally losing his sanity, brushing the thought aside.

 

He rummaged through the pantry for anything edible.

A sudden thud on the countertop made him jump. No one else should be here—so why were there footsteps where there shouldn’t be?

 

He swallowed hard and approached. There was a bag of ingredients: bread, flour, and a jar filled with some kind of powder. What the hell was he supposed to make with this?

 

Trusting that the Specter wouldn’t poison him, he opened the jar.

 

Sweet. Inviting.

It was like unlocking a scent he’d never smelled before—and yet somehow had. He didn’t have time to figure it out before something slammed into him, knocking him to the floor.

 

The jar shattered beside him, surrounding him with a cloud of dust. The overpowering scent hit his brain like a wave, making him feel dizzy, warm—too warm.

 

What the hell?

 

He tried to get up, but the world spun, and his weak legs barely carried him. He braced himself against the wall.

 

A grin glimmered in the darkness before everything went black.

 

---

 

007n7 woke up dazed, his body heavy against the mattress beneath him.

 

A faint knock on the door pulled him from the haze. Maybe it was Noob or Guest—only they ever dared to come close. He didn’t want to leave them waiting, but he couldn’t bring himself to move.

 

He opened his C00LGUI and summoned a clone, giving it one simple order: let in whoever was outside.

 

“007? You okay?” Noob’s voice filled the cabin.

 

“Yeah… just a little tired.” He groaned as his body grew uncomfortably hot. Noob stepped into the room, worry etched on his face.

 

The air felt heavier. His body hotter.

“007n7? You sure you’re alright?” The cabin’s usual chill was replaced by a suffocating heat.

 

“I… don’t know.” His voice trembled as he finally rose from the bed. Noob’s cheeks flushed when he saw him—hair a mess, clothes rumpled, face disoriented. Something was wrong.

 

“Uh… you didn’t show up to eat, and no one could find you.” Noob’s breathing grew heavy.

He wanted to walk over, pull 007n7 close, pin him to the bed, cup that pretty face—where the hell did that thought come from?

 

“Guess I’m just tired.” 007n7 noticed the blush on Noob’s face and, for some reason, felt shy under his gaze. He pulled the blanket over himself.

 

“You sure?” Noob gripped the doorframe, torn about coming closer to check.

 

“Y-yeah… I’ll be there in a few minutes. I’ll be ready for the next matches, I promise.” His voice trembled, but the words stayed firm.

 

Noob nodded, recognizing the sensation crawling up his spine—and it scared him.

He left before anything happened. “We’ll be in the main cabin if you need anything.” He rushed out, trying to calm his racing heart.

 

007n7 stared at his trembling hands, clutching the blanket. The room, the sheets, even his own clothes felt suffocating.

 

He headed to the shower, praying it would cool this burning heat.

 

 

---

 

He moaned softly, every brush of fabric against his skin sending sparks through him.

Each touch—his own touch—only wound him tighter. He’d never felt this sensitive.

 

“Why is this happening?” His cock was hard, and there was no one to turn to. A desperate whimper slipped out as his hand grazed the tip.

He gasped, hating how pent-up he felt.

 

A few moments later, he managed to get some release—but the sensitivity didn’t fade. He was still just as hard as before.

 

Not even a freezing shower helped. The frustration burned as much as the heat itself, but hiding in his cabin wasn’t an option. Eventually, the Specter would send him into a round.

 

He buried his face in his hands, groaning with desperation.

Deep breaths helped—somewhat—but the ache remained.

 

He thought back to what happened before he woke up. Was that it? Didn’t make much sense… but in this hell, nothing ever did.

 

Pizza that healed most mortal wounds? Sure.

He wouldn’t be surprised if the Specter decided to make him its latest plaything.

 

He doubled up on boxers and threw on the baggiest clothes he had, praying no one would notice his little problem. He could always claim he was sick.

 

Walking to the main cabin, nerves buzzing, he rehearsed his lie.

But when he got there, a match had already started without him. He sighed and quietly made his way to the kitchen.

 

His stomach growled, so he began searching for something—anything—to eat.

He didn’t notice the presence creeping up behind him until they shoved him onto the counter.

 

“Eh?! Let me go!” He squirmed, but the grip held strong. A weight pressed down on his back; warm breath brushed his ear.

 

“Hmh… you smell so good, little exploiter.” He recognized the voice—it was TwoTime.

It made him uneasy… but also sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine.

 

“TwoTime? What are you—ah—doing?” His breath hitched as a hand stroked his tail. “W-wait—” He whimpered when a tongue traced his neck.

 

“Forgive me, Great Spawn. I don’t know what’s wrong with us.” They pulled back reluctantly, still aching to stay close.

 

“I… don’t know what you mean about my scent.” His words came ragged, his face hot, heart pounding.

 

His own body screamed to close the distance, to press into them—but fear kept him still.

 

“Your scent is sweet… strong.” They murmured, moving in again, wanting to feel 007n7’s trembling body against theirs.

 

He didn’t move away—but the knot in his gut tightened. “I don’t know what’s happening, TwoTime.” He whimpered as they slid between his legs, face burying into his neck.

 

Their warm breaths sent waves through his body. He tilted his head, granting them access. A low moan escaped when lips grazed his skin.

 

“I’m sure this is Great Spawn’s doing. You must have done something, and now you’re here because of it.” They bit his neck gently, gripping his hips against the counter.

 

The door opening broke the moment. He shoved them back, turning quickly, praying no one saw his flushed face or the bulge straining against his pants.

 

“What were you two doing?” Elliot’s sharp voice cut through the air. He eyed them critically before catching a whiff of something sweet.

 

“Oh, nothing, dear pizza man. I was just testing a theory.” TwoTime’s smile twisted, their gaze locked on Elliot, waiting for him to leave so they could resume.

 

“Right… well, I need to cook more pizza, if you don’t mind.” He looked pointedly at TwoTime, clearly waiting for 007n7 to explain—but it was obvious something had been going on.

 

“Sorry, Elliot. We’re leaving.” 007n7 bolted, avoiding everyone’s eyes.

 

Elliot sniffed again. The sweet scent was coming from 007n7.

His heart thudded—then the door shut, leaving him alone and confused.

 

007n7 hurried out, desperate not to run into anyone else and just vanish from sight. His breathing echoed through the space, loud and uneven, but the heat still coursing through his body refused to fade, leaving him flushed with shame.

 

He didn’t notice when he bumped into something—no, someone.

 

“Whoa, easy there, 007n7. Breathe.” The voice calmed him a little, but the moment a hand rested on his back, a small, needy moan slipped out before he could stop it.

 

His face burned hotter, and he wished this would end—wished the ground would swallow him up, wished someone would just throw him into a match, anything.

 

“I—I’m sorry, Dusekkar. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” His words came out shaky, cheeks blazing red—by the end of the day, they’d be as red as his C00LGUI.

 

He gasped when Dusekkar guided him to a sofa in the cabin, hoping the cool air inside would help bring down the ex-hacker’s temperature.

 

“Are you sick? How are you feeling?” Dusekkar sat beside him, leaning in closer.

 

The proximity soothed him, the throbbing ache between his legs easing slightly. Dusekkar let a thread of magic slip into him, calming him—but the way 007n7 squirmed made it clear this wasn’t illness.

Some primal part of Dusekkar wanted to push him down and take him right there, but he held himself back.

 

Maybe this was one of the Specter’s games. But what was the point?

 

To see who worried about 007n7 the most?

To see who could resist temptation the longest?

Or… to see who’d be the first to fuck him?

 

“Maybe you’re in some kind of rut? Shedletsky and Taph go through those—”

 

“I don’t, Dusekkar. Yeah, I’m a hybrid, but I don’t go through that, mhm—” he groaned, leaning away from Dusekkar’s touch, not wanting to make things any more awkward.

 

“You haven’t been around Shedletsky, have you? Maybe he stirred something in you.” Dusekkar tried to make sense of 007n7’s behavior, but then the scent hit him—thicker, sharper than before—and his mind started drifting into places it shouldn’t.

 

“Is he… in heat?” For a moment, he almost sounded hopeful, but he shook the thought away as soon as it formed. This was ridiculous—this scent was getting into his head, planting ideas that had never once crossed his mind.

 

“Whatever happens, don’t go near Taph or Shedletsky. Got it?” He pulled 007n7 closer, one arm braced around his shoulders to help him stand.

 

“Mhm, yeah—” he murmured, leaning into the touch. Dusekkar fed a little more magic into him, enough to ease the symptoms so he could get him back to his cabin without trouble.

 

Unfortunately, they didn’t get far before Guest appeared in front of them, fresh from respawning. 007n7’s tail swayed lightly, and a new wave of heat rolled through him.

 

“Mhm—Dusk.” He breathed the name out like a plea, hoping Dusekkar would take the hint and get them out of here before he humiliated himself in front of someone he respected so much.

 

“Everything alright?” Guest ignored the soft, muffled moans, his concern fixed on Dusekkar, who instinctively pulled 007n7 tighter against him.

 

“Guest, I’d appreciate it if you could… keep the others away from 007n7’s cabin. He’s not feeling well.” Dusekkar wasn’t about to explain the truth—not when he didn’t even have a clear answer himself.

 

“What's wrong? We’re just starting the rounds—you know they won’t go easy on him,” Guest warned as he opened the cabin door.

 

The cold wind hit all three of them, but none of them seemed to mind.

 

007n7 felt steady enough to walk on his own; the chill combined with Dusekkar’s magic had calmed him slightly. After the teasing with TwoTime earlier, his mind felt hazy, barely able to focus.

 

Dusekkar let him move a few steps away, hoping he could regain some control on his own. “Keep him away from everyone else. Looks like the Specter is bored,” he muttered, irritation lacing his voice.

 

Even if most people didn’t like 007n7, pity was inevitable for anyone caught in the Specter’s chaotic games.

 

“Keep away? Is it that bad?” Guest knew a simple cold or fever wouldn’t really affect their performance. That thought vanished, however, when 007n7 moaned and collapsed in front of him.

 

Dusekkar noticed a blur at his side before he saw Guest approaching to lift 007n7 into his arms. Well, there was no keeping anyone from being affected by… whatever it was radiating off 007n7.

 

“I suspect it’s some kind of aphrodisiac. Noob mentioned something when he checked on him,” Dusekkar muttered, collecting more information, trying to understand the situation.

 

He poured more magic into 007n7, making him more vulnerable to the scent, but also shielding Guest just enough to get them safely to the cabin.

 

007n7 pressed against Guest’s chest, every inch of sensitive skin igniting with the touch, amplifying the ache coursing through him. Guilt filled him as he regained a fraction of awareness.

He writhed in Guest’s arms, but the soldier held firm.

 

Guest sensed something was wrong but didn’t give in. The scent reached his nose, and he finally understood what Dusekkar had been trying to communicate. He silently thanked the protective magic surrounding him, knowing he might have otherwise yielded to 007n7’s desperate provocations.

 

Finally, they reached the cold, dark cabin. Only 007n7’s quiet whimpers broke the silence, urging both men inside.

 

It was disappointing—at least some tried to make their spaces feel like home. 007n7’s cabin was bare, almost abandoned, devoid of any comfort or warmth.

 

They found his room without thinking, entering without question.

 

Dusekkar staggered back, magic trembling from the pleasure coursing through him in seconds. He covered his face with his robe, confirming that it was indeed the scent driving their reactions. His staff still pulsed with energy, but it wasn’t enough to shield Guest.

 

Guest’s grip loosened briefly, almost dropping 007n7, but he steadied himself. He laid him on the bed, legs trembling, and ended up falling on top of him.

 

The pressure made them both moan, ignoring Dusekkar’s watchful gaze.

 

“Sorry,” Guest gasped against 007n7’s chest. The sweet scent made him slightly queasy, but the skin-to-skin contact felt good, grounding him.

 

007n7 pushed at Guest, trying to move away as he felt himself slipping into the same state he had with TwoTime.

 

He didn’t complain about the caresses—he appreciated them—but this was different. With TwoTime, there was no consequence; with Guest, it was complicated. He was married, someone he respected too much to betray with desire.

 

He couldn’t do this.

 

“Guest—wait.” His hands slid up 007n7’s legs, pressing beneath his shirt, gripping.

 

Breathing filled the room. Tears slipped down his cheeks as he placed his hands on Guest’s shoulders, the soldier pressing kisses along his neck.

 

Dusekkar watched, unsure how to intervene—he had never faced a situation like this.

 

Guest paused, seeking clarity in his actions. 007n7 saw the chance and pushed him back with all his strength, making him retreat toward the door. In moments, both men were outside the room, a door slammed shut between them.

 

007n7 moaned at the loss of contact, but it was better to suffer alone than drag others into this mess.

 

“Please—go,” he begged, leaning against the door.

 

“007—” Guest tried to re-enter, but Dusekkar recovered quickly, blocking him and shaking his head. “Give him space. Make sure no one gets close; you saw what’s happening.” His low voice was a warning, trusting Guest to protect the ex-hacker.

 

“I’ll find a solution, but I can’t shield everyone if they get near. Be extra careful with Taph and Shedletsky—they’re hybrids, I don’t know how they’ll react.”

 

Dusekkar left Guest at the cabin entrance, letting him process everything.

 

Guest sat on the steps, catching his breath, cheeks cooling from the burn of desire and guilt. He knew the aphrodisiac was affecting him, but he couldn’t deny how restrained he felt. His moans turned into long, shaky breaths—desire and guilt colliding in his chest.

 

He pressed both hands to his face, trying to block the sensations and 007n7’s desperate, needy gaze.

 

The Specter really had a twisted sense of fun.

 

---

 

Soon, all the survivors—except 007n7—had gathered in the main cabin, waiting for the next round to start.

 

Dusekkar watched Guest and Noob closely, checking for any lingering side effects. It seemed they were only affected while near 007n7, inhaling… whatever scent he was radiating.

 

In a blink, most of them disappeared, leaving only Dusekkar and TwoTime out of the round. He just hoped they’d be alright.

 

_____

 

007n7 wasn’t doing well. For some reason, his entire body burned hotter than before, craving touch, craving caresses—and yet, he didn’t want anyone near him.

 

It was better this way. He would be the only one to pay the price for this situation.

 

Unfortunately, he wasn’t alone, and the harsh, bright lights only weakened him further. His legs trembled under his weight, but he couldn’t let himself collapse here.

 

The horror hotel had good hiding spots. He needed one—a place to wait, to pass the time, without giving the killer any advantage.

 

With that in mind, he slipped into one of the abandoned rooms. He’d learned that neither the killer nor his teammates ventured here, making it a safe place.

 

He pressed against the wardrobe and, luckily, found a generator. Maybe he wouldn’t be entirely useless after all.

 

His fingers felt like butter against the wires, slipping and dropping, but slowly, he managed to assemble most of the generator. Unaware, he hadn’t noticed a presence creeping closer.

 

007n7 wasn’t handling things well. For some reason, his entire body burned hotter, craving the touch and caresses of someone—anyone. And yet, he didn’t want anyone near him.

 

It was better this way. He would bear the consequences alone.

 

Unfortunately, he wasn’t alone, and the harsh lights of the place offered no mercy, only weakening him further. His legs trembled under his weight, but he couldn’t afford to collapse.

 

The horror hotel had good hiding spots. He needed one—to pass the time without giving the killer any advantage.

 

With that thought, he slipped into an abandoned room. He’d learned that neither the killer nor his teammates ventured here, making it the perfect spot.

 

He pressed against the wardrobe, and luckily, found a generator. Maybe he wouldn’t be entirely useless after all.

 

His fingers felt like butter against the wires, slipping and dropping, but slowly, he managed to complete a good portion of the generator. He hadn’t noticed the presence creeping up behind him.

 

A force shoved him onto the generator, chest pressing against the hard, uncomfortable surface, legs flailing against wires.

 

“Well, what do we have here?” Deep, commanding voices sent shivers through him—whether from fear or something darker, he couldn’t tell—trembling under 1x1x1x1’s grip.

 

“No—stay away.” He kicked, shoved, anything to get them off him.

 

“Why do you smell so good?” 1x1x1x1 muttered, confused by his own reaction. The scent coming off the disgusting little creature beneath him was overwhelming.

 

He clamped a hand around 007n7’s neck, pressing a sword against the side of his torso, forcing him to still himself, to surrender to the sensations.

 

007n7 glanced sideways, terrified, as 1x1x1x1’s nails tore through his shirt, hands slipping underneath to explore his skin.

 

The cold contact on his heated flesh made him moan, burying his face into the generator—a mix of fear, shame, and unwanted pleasure.

 

1x1x1x1 smirked at the low, stifled moans escaping 007n7, licking his neck. Confusion twisted into pleasure and fear, but he let himself feel it.

 

His tail swished softly, brushing against 1x1x1x1’s legs. “Do you want this?” His breath hit 007n7’s neck, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through him.

“Answer me, or I’ll cut your throat,” 1x1x1x1 growled, claws digging into 007n7’s hips.

 

“Mhm—I do.” What could he say? Fucking a killer sounded better than with any teammate—no ties, no awkwardness—though part of him screamed, what are you even thinking?!

 

007n7 moaned, pressing against 1x1x1x1, body desperate, on the verge of surrendering—until someone stunned 1x1x1x1.

 

He was yanked up, carried away while 1x1x1x1 remained dazed. Chance appeared alongside Elliot, ensuring they both got out safely.

 

007n7 didn’t notice who had pulled him from that mess, but it didn’t help his already chaotic state.

 

If his mind had been clearer, he would have been mortified by the moans escaping him with every movement.

 

The arms holding him pressed tightly against his body, chest nearly crushed against his… savior?

 

“Ugh—” Suddenly pressed against a wall, hands roamed over his body, ripping his shirt off, leaving his chest bare.

 

His glasses nearly fell, but miraculously stayed in place. His hat hit the floor alongside his Spider Noob.

 

The cold air hit his skin, and his moans came out loud as lips pressed along his neck, sensitive flesh aching. Only when he glimpsed wings wrapping around them, shielding him from the view of anyone outside and from the biting cold, did he calm slightly.

 

“Shedlet—?!” He cried out as teeth nipped, legs curling around the ex-admin’s waist. “Ah—stop, please.”

 

Shedletsky hesitated. His instincts screamed to claim 007n7, mark him, fill him, while his rational side urged him to heed the desperate pleas.

 

Instinct won. Still, he toned down the intensity of touches and kisses, letting 007n7 breathe.

 

By this point, with no release since leaving his cabin, 007n7 would have let anyone fuck him in sheer desperation.

 

Tears ran down his cheeks; he couldn’t hold back his moans, pressing his hips against Shedletsky’s. Hands tangled in chestnut curls, caressing the neck and nape.

 

“Please,” he begged, breathless. Shedletsky respected the distance, pressing a passionate kiss to 007n7’s lips.

 

“I’m going to claim you here,” he growled, voice primal, dominant. 007n7’s mind blanked—he just wanted release.

 

Shedletsky sank teeth into his neck, body pressing harder, undoing 007n7’s pants. His erection pressed against 007n7’s ass.

 

Nothing else mattered—pleasure and desperation were all-consuming.

 

“Yes! Please, help me!” He cried as they started removing his pants—

 

Until Guest knocked Shedletsky out.

 

Both men collapsed. 007n7 whimpered as his bare back scraped the wall, Shedletsky’s weight crushing him.

 

“No—please.” He writhed, Shedletsky unconscious atop him. Guest looked at him with pity, knowing none of this was his choice.

 

He covered the lower half of his face with a cloth, resisting temptation.

 

Guest moved Shedletsky aside, placing him on the floor. Luckily, he was still clothed. 007n7 shivered like a leaf, unsure if it was from pleasure or the cold.

 

Carefully, Guest placed 007n7’s shirt back on, avoiding any stimulating touch or breath near him.

 

He carried 007n7, keeping him secure. Caresses didn’t bother him—he only wanted to get him somewhere safe, where he could recover some composure.

 

They reached the ball pit, where a Builderman sentinel was stationed. Guest placed him in a corner, listening to 1x1x1x1 screaming, calling Shedletsky and 007n7’s names.

 

“Stay here. Can you? I’ll be back soon,” Guest promised as 007n7 nodded.

 

Alone, 007n7 started crying, ashamed of the situation—of his desperate, needy behavior, of his weak willpower. Barely touched, he had succumbed to someone else’s body.

 

His glasses skewed as he drew his knees to his chest. He sniffed Guest’s shirt; contrary to his expectations, the scent calmed him, not stirred his desire.

 

He heard footsteps approaching but ignored them. He just wanted it all to end, to retreat to his cabin alone, feeling small and miserable, without disturbing anyone else.

 

He was hugged tightly, so suddenly it made him startle and look up at the person pressing against him.

Builderman.

 

He wanted to sink into that ball pit and disappear.

 

So many people he respected, but Builderman was undoubtedly the last person he wanted to see him like this.

 

“What are you doing?” He tried to pull away, but the builder didn’t let go, drawing him closer.

 

“I don’t know.” He admitted between breaths, rubbing his face against 007n7’s neck, yet staying calm.

 

007n7 leaned into the hug, finding a flicker of peace. Every touch still burned against his skin, but this was the most comforting thing he had felt since arriving here.

 

Builderman tightened his grip, afraid of letting 007n7 go. He felt strangely warm as he got closer to the ex-hacker, but he managed to keep his composure.

 

Guest murmured something about an aphrodisiac while asking him to watch over 007n7. He placed a dispenser nearby, which somehow had a protective magic, giving them hope it would help ease the situation.

 

It seemed to work on most; 007n7 still moaned and gasped lightly, but it wasn’t enough to make him give in.

 

Still, it teased him slightly, but he remained steady for the father sobbing in his arms.

 

Builderman adjusted them, placing 007n7 on a firm, hidden surface, cradling him on his lap. He stroked his hair gently while keeping the embrace.

 

He rested his own head on 007n7’s, breathing deeply as he felt his skin burn, but he didn’t care.

 

They rubbed together at times, yet the hug never broke. Builderman buried his face into 007n7’s shoulder, kissing the bite (already healed) Shedletsky had left.

 

He should check on the man later.

 

He played with 007n7’s tail, twirling it as he waited for the moment to pass.

 

“Builderman.” 007n7 whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. He never expected one of the hackers who had caused him so much trouble to be in his lap, moaning his name with just a few caresses.

 

“It’s okay, you’re safe.” Builderman murmured against his sensitive neck, still kissing.

 

Apparently, he wasn’t the only one who had left marks. Aside from Shedletsky, there were other small bruises along his shoulder and collarbone. And from what he knew, Shedletsky was more of a biter.

 

“I don’t want this—I want it to end.” 007n7 confessed, tears in his eyes, wrapping his tail around Builderman’s arm. He leaned closer into Builderman, trying to melt into him.

 

For the first time that day, he felt soft, loving touch—not intense or possessive. Pleasure lingered, but the desperate need for release had diminished greatly.

 

“Shh, we’ll do our best to make you feel better.” Builderman promised hesitantly. 007n7 had no control over any of this, and really, neither did anyone else.

 

“I don’t want to inconvenience you… I don’t deserve your help.” 007n7 whispered.

 

Builderman knew he’d have to talk to him after this was over. Guilt churned in his stomach.

 

He gently cupped 007n7’s chin, his tail still wrapped around his arm, and softened his grip. He made 007n7 look at him before leaning in to kiss him.

 

Both moaned into the kiss, heat spreading through their bodies, though not overwhelmingly intense; pleasure slowly returned.

 

“Builder—mhm.” Again, his mind wasn’t clouded after a few minutes of calm, and he didn’t want to get involved. He tried to pull away, but the builder’s arms held him.

 

“Just let me try.” Builderman purred through the kiss, sinking his tongue into 007n7’s mouth, eliciting muffled moans. He savored each one.

 

Neither noticed the timer ticking down the last seconds. Their vision darkened, dizziness followed, yet they continued kissing—until the lights became too bright, and they finally looked around.

 

Noob blushed at the scene. Elliot frowned at the strange behavior of the others around 007n7.

The rest watched with varying levels of disbelief and embarrassment, but before anyone could speak, 007n7 had already disappeared from Builderman’s arms, leaving him with an erection in his pants and a lot of explaining to do.

 

No one asked anything. Those who already knew felt ashamed of their behavior. Not everyone was aware, and it seemed no one would tell.

 

Elliot clenched his fists, glaring, trying to stay away from the situation. Guest placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him.

 

“We’ll explain later, but please stay away from 007n7.” He said loudly, making sure everyone got the message.

 

Dusekkar looked at Builderman. Guest explained how the round went—they wished no one had gotten close, but it was inevitable.

 

Shedletsky was now confined in his own cabin, left with his thoughts and guilt. Builderman took his time to recover, updating Dusekkar on the situation before going to check on his friend.

 

Before starting the next round, Dusekkar made sure 007n7 at least ate something, still isolated in his room.

 

He eyed the closed door, hesitant to enter and fix things, but it wasn’t the right time.

 

Soon, another round began, leaving Guest and Chance out. Two sentinels out—it wasn’t a good sign.

 

Everyone sighed as they continued their tasks, keeping an eye on 007n7, who had hidden himself.

 

007n7 ran into a corner after one of John Doe’s spikes almost hit him. He was grateful the killer hadn’t gotten too close and tried to invade his pants like the others.

 

He didn’t realize he had entered Taph’s nest until he collapsed on the floor, laughing as someone rubbed against his chest.

 

“I’m sorry, Taph.” He gasped, but it felt good. Like with Builderman and Dusekkar, the contact didn’t drive him crazy or desperate. Still, he sought the other’s touch.

 

He leaned against the wall, hugging Taph, who fluffed his upper wings, spreading his feathers. He stroked them gently as the mute man settled between his legs.

 

It was strange—everyone else tried to dominate him, but Taph didn’t; he just sought attention.

 

“🫵🤔❓❤️‍🩹” 007n7 looked at Taph confused, but he only shook his head. “👆🫂❤️➡️😄” His wings fluttered excitedly as he moved closer to 007n7.

 

He rubbed his head against the ex-hacker’s neck, leaving his own scent after smelling the others on him.

Taph thought they were being affectionate today, wanting to comfort the lonely man.

 

He stroked 007n7’s chest, pressing firmly in spots, leaving some bruises. 007n7 responded with moans and gasps, writhing with pleasure.

 

He blushed at Taph’s boldness—he didn’t expect the little bird to be so forward, but he didn’t mind.

007n7 spread his legs around Taph’s hips, keeping his hands on the shoulders, massaging softly.

 

Time passed as Taph rubbed against him, his own erection pressing against 007n7’s rear—it felt undeniably good.

Their hips moved, drawing moans from 007n7. He encouraged it, but they were interrupted by the killer.

 

Survival instinct kicked in, forcing them to run.

 

John Doe was angered by Taph’s traps and went straight for the small bird. 007n7 wanted to help, but spikes blocked the way.

 

He watched Taph’s name turn red in seconds, feeling guilty, and ran to avoid the same fate.

 

He realized most of his teammates were dead, making him feel worse.

 

He hid in a cave at Ultimate Assassin Grounds. It was a safe spot.

 

No one was nearby, so he collapsed against a wall.

 

“007n7.” A voice forced him to open his eyes. Elliot, frowning and clenching his fists, stood before him.

 

“Elliot, I’m sorry for invading your hideout. I’ll leave.” His legs trembled, but he managed to lean against a wall before being pushed.

 

“What’s going on? Why is everyone acting strange around you? Why do I feel… hot being near you? What did you do?” Elliot bombarded him with questions, blaming him for everyone’s behavior, looming dangerously close.

 

“I don’t know! Please, stay away, before it’s too late.” He gathered his strength to push Elliot back, but was shoved again.

 

“You don’t know? Take this feeling away! I can’t stop thinking about fucking you hard. What did you do?” Elliot demanded, pressing a knee against 007n7’s erection.

 

“Please—Elliot.” He moaned the name as if it were his only salvation.

 

“Such a slut, spreading for anyone. And you play hard to get with me?” Elliot growled, forcing 007n7’s wrists above his head.

 

“I didn’t want to.” He tried to excuse himself, unable to lie now. “Forgive me.” He tilted his head back, giving Elliot better access.

 

“So compliant. Were you letting everyone fuck you and now acting difficult with me?” Elliot gripped a leg, lifting it to his waist.

 

“No! Just… please, Elliot.” He tightened his grip on his wrists, already leaving bruises. Fury and resentment poured out through him.

 

“Please, what?” Elliot growled near him.

 

“Don’t do this.” 007n7 cried. Their fragile relationship was at risk. Elliot would think he was using something to attract him, or just wanting others.

 

He gathered strength, holding on long enough for Elliot to let his guard down.

 

The rough touches scared him, each one dripping with anger. He moaned through each contact, submissive and pathetic in Elliot’s eyes, so he loosened his grip.

It was the perfect moment to push and run.

 

Elliot fell backward, stunned. 007n7 seized the chance to escape and hide again.

 

Most of his teammates were dead; only Noob, Builderman, Elliot, and he remained. He hoped he’d survive while hiding.

 

He reached the far end of the map, ready with his panel. Silence reigned, no one nearby. He finally found a moment of breathing space.

 

He leaned against the cold wall, flushed, breathing heavily. Hands trembling—not from pleasure, but cold.

Relieved to be free from the previous overwhelm. Even his room hadn’t been safe; the sweet stench lingered everywhere, but he had nowhere else to hide.

 

The last seconds echoed across the place, his tail thumping the ground with annoyance. Just as he found peace, he was forced to return to the main cabin.

 

As soon as his vision cleared, he used his teleport panel, wanting to put distance between himself and everyone.

 

Before anyone could react, he vanished.

 

Elliot glared at the others, who looked ashamed, realizing they’d all fallen into the Specter’s game.

 

“When’s my turn?” Chance approached, amused.

 

Everyone went silent, confused.

 

“What? You all tried to get into his pants. Why not me?” He flipped a coin while glaring at Elliot.

“Come on, I haven’t had my fun, guys. I’m sure some of you didn’t even enjoy your moment—or never had one.”

 

“Chance, you’re the only loser trying and still failing to get close to him.” Shedletsky said seriously, though with a hint of amusement.

 

“Excuse me?” He looked at Elliot, seeing his friend’s embarrassment. “Even you?! Why can’t I have my moment with him?” He growled, stepping away.

 

“He’s not fully conscious to give consent.” Builderman frowned at Chance. “We need to give him space.”

 

Chance sighed, dropping the subject. He shrugged and went to get food, leaving the others with their dilemma.

 

“I’ll take care of 007n7. Please, stay away from him. We don’t know how long this will last.” Dusekkar sighed, pounding his cane.

 

Everyone nodded. Guest and Builderman would help Dusekkar as much as they could.

 

“I’ll set up a dispenser nearby.” Builderman left, letting the others rest before the next round.

 

Dusekkar floated behind him silently. “We should keep an eye on Chance.”

 

“I don’t blame him. He was a playboy before, like the rest of us. We’re… somewhat restrained.” Builderman clenched his toolbox.

 

“Do you think we should…?” Dusekkar’s question hung in the air, unspoken.

 

“Matt, if we ask him and offer company, he’ll accept. At least I don’t want him pressured by this aphrodisiac.”

 

Dusekkar didn’t continue; both shared the same thought. Unlike Builderman, he was interested in someone else.

 

“And I want to talk to him afterward. His behavior isn’t healthy.”

 

“It’s your fault.”

 

A voice echoed in their minds. No one spoke, thinking they imagined it, yet tension grew, 007n7 lingering in the back of their thoughts.

 

They reached the cabin, ready to combine the place’s magic and resolve the situation.

 

“I think it’s the scent itself. Maybe we should remove 007n7 and clean here.” Dusekkar patted a dusty piece of furniture.

 

“Maybe. But for now, let’s set this up.” Within ten minutes, a dispenser was in the center of the room, ready to work outside the rounds.

 

Guest arrived to help, keeping Shedletsky and Chance from approaching 007n7.

 

Builderman looked at Dusekkar for confirmation. Matt nodded and carefully opened 007n7’s door.

 

“007n7?” The scent escaped, but not forcefully. On the bed was a lump, presumably him. Guest approached carefully, draped in a new cloth, with Dusekkar shielding him with magic.

 

“Please, go away.” 007n7 sweated from the heat, dizzy and exhausted, unable to move.

 

“We’re here to help.” Guest stroked his back, offering comfort. “If it’s too much, just say so.” He sat beside the bed, waiting for 007n7 to emerge from his cocoon.

 

Only a muffled sob responded. It was enough for him to approach and hold him in his arms, the sheets adding extra protection.

He hugged the trembling, gasping body securely as they moved him from the room.

 

Builderman covered his face, trusting the dispenser, ready to inspect the room.

 

Dusekkar stayed in the center, distant but ready to intervene if needed.

 

The three worked together, focused on eliminating every trace of the aphrodisiac.

 

Guest led 007n7 to the bathroom, starting to undress him out of view for privacy.

007n7 appreciated the soldier’s care.

 

“I can clean myself.” He said as Guest started lowering his pants, embarrassed.

 

“Sure?” Guest turned on the shower, ready to leave before anything happened, already feeling warm.

 

“Yes—just my clothes.” He moaned, pushing Guest out.

 

“Call me if you need anything else.” Guest closed the door. “I’ll grab some clothes from the main cabin.” He removed the cloth from his face, gasping for fresh air.

 

Dusekkar nodded, focusing on Builderman, who left the room with a vial, face flushed.

 

“I didn’t find the cap. It keeps releasing this shit.” He shook the floating powder, coughing and overheating.

 

Dusekkar pushed the vial away and guided Builderman to his dispenser, hoping it would help.

 

“I’ll throw this out. Stay here.” He ordered, walking away.

 

The Specter growled when they found the source, knocking Dusekkar unconscious outside and taking the vial for later use.

 

Guest returned, surveying the chaos.

 

He placed Dusekkar on a dusty couch, not wanting him on the cold, dark floor.

 

Then he heard a scream from the bathroom.

 

He ran in, seeing Builderman over a naked, wet 007n7. Now Builderman smelled of the sweet mess, though less potent, likely from the water cleaning both him and 007n7, but effects lingered.

 

Should he stop them?

 

Why was he even watching? Guest separated Builderman from 007n7, pushing him against a wall and giving him space.

 

“What happened?” He stepped back, hearing Builderman moan from the pressure, ashamed of his actions.

 

“Matt?” Hair over his face, breathing fast.

 

Guest ignored 007n7’s moans, not wanting to take the little privacy left. He pushed Builderman out, not wanting him soaked in the cold.

 

Builderman breathed deeply, walking to his dispenser, collapsing beside it as the magic erased the aphrodisiac.

 

“I found a pollen vial. I overexposed myself.” He regretted his actions, thinking he was stronger.

“Dusk tried to remove it, and my mind just clouded.” He admitted, hands on his face.

 

“Dusekkar was unconscious outside, nothing else revealed a vial or removal.” Guest removed the cloth, grabbing spare clothes.

 

“The Specter?” He asked, dazed, clarity returning with exhaustion.

 

“Most likely.” Guest murmured, approaching the bathroom, gently knocking for permission.

 

“I’m sorry for earlier.” He blushed, looking away. 007n7 covered himself with the towel, trying to hide the bruises around his body.

 

“It’s okay. None of us had control. Are you okay?” 007n7 hesitated at the clothes Guest held. 

 

“Yes—just a bit overwhelmed.” He confessed, taking the clothes in trembling hands, feeling nervous under the soldier’s gaze.

 

He watched Guest carefully, still unsure, as the soldier helped him put on fresh clothes. Each movement was slow, careful, giving him some semblance of privacy.

 

Once dressed, 007n7 let out a long sigh, the tension in his body slowly easing. The warmth of the water and the gentle touch from Guest had helped him feel grounded again.

 

Guest kept his hand on 007n7's shoulder, offering silent support. "Take your time,” He watched Guest disappear from sight. He was grateful he hadn’t been sent into the round naked.

 

Now he had to think about what would happen after all of this…

 

---

 

The Specter watched with amusement, though slightly annoyed since his fun had been short-lived.

 

He definitely had to do this again; he just needed to figure out a way for it to last longer and not be blocked by the annoying magic of the pumpkin man and the builder’s dispensers. He hadn’t planned for that, but it was enough to start thinking about how to bypass it and get more fun.

 

He sighed as he watched the ex-hacker collapse onto the bathroom floor, crying in

relief.

 

Now he wanted to see all the consequences and tensions he had caused.

 

He smiled wickedly.

 

Notes:

I want to apologize to the following people:

—Dusekkar fans, sorry about the dialogues, rhyming in another language is really difficult for me and I couldn't think of much. When I ran my rhymes through the translator they would die and look weird, so I deleted them because it would be a copypage-translate-copypage battle for each of their sentences. It would be easier if I wrote on a laptop, but I only use a cell.

—Luckyhacker fans, there was no interaction between these two because while I was writing, I forgot to add a moment for them. I promise to make up for it when I publish this in a separate works.

I promise everyone will have a longer moment!

 

I wanted to make someone really get closer to 007n7 but it was not possible, although I will work on it later because it is not possible that I have written more than 6k words.

Every job feels like handing over a child, and it feels unfair not to follow through with each of their requests.

Chapter 31: 🔥 PoisonBurger — United forever

Summary:

PoisonBurger smut mwehehehe 1x just gets horny and he wants to fuck his fiance and uhh the glowstick just placed his eggs inside 7n while they were fucking (mpreg:3) and uhh... 7n can lay them or not your choice👅 maybeh riding and few round:3

—R0tten_Ch33se

Notes:

Body modification! Yeah, yeah, again, I won't explain that.

1x1x1x1 is an avian (Telamon's son) with mutations, again I won't explain it, but Telamon nor Shedletsky mistreated him, they just have a complicated Father and son relationship.

There is no spectrum here, so everyone knows each other in a way!

I hope you like it :3

The ceremony was beautiful. Each guest respected them despite their differences. (Obviously, 1x1x1x1 didn't threaten anyone before the wedding started)

 

Everything went as planned. 1x1x1x1 and 007n7 were overjoyed to be married.

 

Chance and Mafioso offered to pay for a trip to a private island, enjoying the summer and the privacy.

 

Once everything was ready, neither of them could wait.

 

As soon as they crossed the threshold, 007n7 and 1x1x1x1 devoured each other with a hungry, thirsty kiss, both men desperate for each other's touch.

 

Their tongues met during the kiss, 1x1x1x1 quickly taking control and dominating 007n7's tongue.

 

Their hands roamed over 007n7's ass, squeezing tightly, leaving bruises behind.

 

007n7 started to undress 1x1x1x1, removing his formal shirt and revealing his glistening chest. He pushed 1x1x1x1 onto the mattress with a wicked smile.

 

"Stay still." He purred as he started to undress, putting on a show for 1x1x1x1, who didn't look away for a second.

 

007n7 was slow with his movements, dragging his fingers and clothes, letting them trail over his slender body and fall to the floor.

 

1x1x1x1 felt his cock strain painfully against his pants, and his wings fluttered, but he stayed still despite wanting to pounce on 007n7 and kiss, grip, and mark every inch of his body.

 

007n7's tail moved seductively, caressing his own legs and 1x1x1x1's legs.

 

Finally, he started to remove his pants, revealing his lace underwear.

 

"Well, you've been hiding that, haven't you?" 1x1x1x1 hadn't expected 007n7 to actually wear something like that, but he wasn't complaining.

 

"For a special occasion." 007n7 chuckled and positioned himself between 1x1x1x1's legs, placing his hands on 1x1x1x1's hips to start unbuckling his pants.

 

"Going to do the honors?" 1x1x1x1 groaned as his glistening cock was freed, shining and dripping, ready to explode.

 

"As a male husband, I must please my now husband." He slid down, positioning himself on his knees and bringing his face close to 1x1x1x1's cock.

 

He let out a sigh near 1x1x1x1's ear, just to tease him, who sat up on the mattress for a better view.

 

007n7 gave a small kiss to the tip before starting to lick the cock with his tongue, beginning to drool with anticipation. He traced the entire head slowly, listening to 1x1x1x1's moans above him.

 

1x1x1x1's hands found their way to 007n7's head, caressing the sensitive horns and hair. 007n7's mouth enveloped his cock, letting out a small moan when 1x1x1x1 gripped his horns.

 

"Little tease." 1x1x1x1 pushed him down, forcing him to take more of his cock. "Pinch my leg if it's too much." He murmured as he sank deeper.

 

The heat of 007n7's cavity was incredible, his flattened tongue pressing against the tip and veins, as if memorizing the shape.

 

The salty taste of pre-cum flooded his palate, and he loved it, sometimes wishing to stay there, savoring everything 1x1x1x1 gave him. He moaned when the thickness and size touched the back of his throat.

 

Tears started to well up in his eyes, but he leaned into 1x1x1x1's touch and pushed his head down further.

 

1x1x1x1 started giving shallow thrusts, wanting to see how much 007n7 could take, only to discover that he didn't even choke or falter with the size of his cock.

 

"Seems like you've had practice at this." He took the horns to use as leverage and pushed 007n7's head up and down.

 

1x1x1x1 pulled his cock out, giving 007n7 a moment to recover, before re-entering and starting to thrust slowly.

 

Saliva started to escape from the corners of his lips, mixing with the pre-cum. His face was flushed and burning.

 

And 1x1x1x1 had barely begun.

 

His thrusts started to quicken, driving his entire cock in with each stroke and hitting against 007n7's tight throat.

 

007n7's muffled, wet moans were silenced by the cock. They only encouraged 1x1x1x1 to keep going and push harder.

 

Blessed be 007n7's throat, no gag reflex. "I can't imagine how your little hole will feel." He grabbed a handful of hair and drove deep.

 

007n7 could only moan and suck, supporting his hands on 1x1x1x1's thighs to stabilize himself, but the lack of oxygen started to affect him.

 

"Mhg-" His tail caressed his ass, his hard cock pressed against the underwear, demanding release.

 

"I'm close... you're going to be a good boy and swallow it." It was a command, and 007n7 was happy to comply.

 

The thrusts lost their rhythm, 1x1x1x1 seeking his own release as he gripped 007n7's horns tightly.

 

His balls slapped against 007n7's face, each moan a stimulation to his cock, and he took full advantage.

 

Finally, he came with a sharp cry, driving his entire cock in and releasing over 007n7's tight throat.

 

The thick, salty, and slightly sweet semen flooded his throat. 007n7 forced himself to swallow eagerly, savoring and milking 1x1x1x1's cock. His body felt hotter with each swallow, but he ignored it completely.

 

1x1x1x1 watched in fascination as 007n7's throat bobbed with each swallow. His semen escaped from the corners of 007n7's full lips, mixing with the saliva and tears that his malewife shed.

 

"Come on, we have a long night ahead of us." 1x1x1x1 pulled his cock from the mouth, listening to 007n7's gasps as he tried to catch his breath.

 

A string of semen and saliva connected them for a second before gently rubbing the tip over 007n7's lips. "Your mouth is dangerous for me, let's see how your hole treats me."

 

007n7 looked at him dazedly before being pulled and pushed onto the bed. "Mhm- 1x4 please." He groaned when the knee brushed against his ass, ignoring his aching cock.

 

"What do you want? Words Sev." He traced his hands over 007n7's body, stopping at his chest. He pinched one of the nipples and brought his face to the other, starting to lick and suck.

 

"Let me keep going. I can handle it." A cry escaped when 1x1x1x1 bit one of his nipples. "Savage." He writhed.

 

1x1x1x1 just laughed as he flipped them over. He lowered the legs over the edge of the bed and kept 007n7 seated on the bed, observing 007n7 straddling his lap.

 

He placed his hands on 007n7's hips, starting to pull down the underwear and freeing 007n7's cock, listening to the pained moan that escaped his lips.

 

"Eager?" He stroked the cock with one hand while bringing his face to 007n7's neck, leaving a trail of kisses before approaching his face.

 

"Ugh- why do you say that?" 007n7 closed the distance and crashed their lips together intensely.

 

"Maybe because of the plug you're wearing." He pulled it out carefully, feeling the wetness surrounding the area.

 

"I didn't want to waste time." He murmured as he positioned himself over 1x1x1x1's cock, rubbing against his ass. He finally removed the plug and rubbed the tip against his hole.

 

1x1x1x1 helped him hold on despite wanting to plunge inside 007n7, to hit bottom.

 

007n7 kissed 1x1x1x1 again, starting to descend and take the cock eagerly. Both groaned against each other, feeling immense satisfaction with each second.

 

007n7 sank deeply all at once, groaning against 1x1x1x1's mouth. The soft, warm walls of 007n7 stretched to embrace his cock with adoration, as if desiring to keep it there forever.

 

It was a tender and intense moment, both finally united for eternity. They wouldn't trade it for anything. Now surrendering to each other body and soul, with love and passion.

 

Although lust appeared, and they didn't want to waste any time.

 

"You feel so good, around my cock." 1x1x1x1 murmured against 007n7's lips, starting to leave soft kisses on the corners.

 

"1x4-" 007n7 pushed him down, laying his body on the bed to support his hands on 1x1x1x1's glistening chest.

 

He started to move, up and down with control. Moaning with each movement, rubbing against his prostate and seeking his own release.

 

1x1x1x1 kept his grip on the hips, letting 007n7 take control for the moment. After all, the man on top of him was already his.

 

"You're doing well." 1x1x1x1 panted as his head tilted back and his hips rose to meet 007n7's thrusts.

 

"Ah-ah I should say the same. So big and thick." He purred while trying to improve the rhythm and hit his prostate with precision.

 

Soon, both found a way to maintain the rhythm, 1x1x1x1 rising while 007n7 fell, going deeper inside him.

 

007n7 started to quicken his movements, 1x1x1x1 following closely. The walls started to clench too tightly, but neither stopped.

 

The sound of skin slapping created a lascivious noise, the moans and pants echoing off the walls, and neither of them tried to silence the other, knowing that no one would hear them on the small island.

 

His arms trembled but he held firm, starting to lose control and cry out for his release.

 

1x1x1x1 noticed and brought one of his hands to 007n7's weeping cock, starting to stroke and letting 007n7's own movements jerk him off.

 

The sight above him was the best he could ask for. 007n7 crying and moaning while riding his cock with hunger, pleasing himself until he could release.

 

"Come on, you can do better." He encouraged while slapping 007n7's ass, drawing out a cry and leaving his own mark on the tender flesh.

 

007n7 started to bounce without pause, leaning back to support his hands on 1x1x1x1's legs.

 

He cried out when his prostate was hit, this was the angle he sought and wasn't going to waste it.

 

His movements lost all sense, the stimulation pushing him to the edge, and he came, painting 1x1x1x1's hand and chest with strings of cum. His body trembled while he was impaled on 1x1x1x1's cock, milking it.

 

1x1x1x1 felt so close, he grabbed 007n7's hips tightly and started to move with force, seeking his own release and coming inside 007n7 to start preparing him.

 

His cock swelled inside 007n7, stretching his tight hole even more. "1x4." He cried out as his body became more sensitive, but he loved it.

 

"Come on, you can take it." He growled while pushing against 007n7's hips, coming inside him.

 

The hot, thick semen filled his hole, starting to leak out. He felt content with everything.

 

"More- please." He begged while laying on 1x1x1x1's chest.

 

"Don't worry, I'll fill you up so well. You'll carry my children." He promised while rolling them over.

 

007n7 moaned with need, eager to be filled by 1x1x1x1, waiting to be used and exploded by his husband.

 

The mere thought of carrying something alive in his womb scared him, but with 1x1x1x1 by his side, he felt secure. His tail thrashed against the bed, showing his excitement.

 

"The night is young." He murmured while opening his legs even wider, presenting himself to 1x1x1x1.

 

"I hope you can handle the whole night." He smiled wickedly while driving in with force, not waiting for any response from 007n7.

 

He wrapped his legs around his waist, embracing him tightly and pulling him even closer.

 

007n7 only moaned when 1x1x1x1 started to move slowly, desperate for the lack of roughness. He frowned in disagreement, but 1x1x1x1 ignored him.

 

"Now it's my turn, darling." He said with amusement while starting to kiss 007n7's neck, now starting to bite without breaking the skin, just leaving marks and hickeys.

 

He wanted the moment to last and knew that 007n7 would be overstimulated for a long time if he let himself go with his instincts, although it didn't really matter, he just wanted to see him squirm.

 

His hands gripped the restless hips and kept pushing slowly and deeply, each thrust hitting with precision and drawing out moans from 007n7. It was more than enough.

 

007n7 caressed 1x1x1x1's hair, keeping him in place. His cock started to come back to life after a few minutes, still not understanding how 1x1x1x1 came twice and at no point needed to recover.

 

Soon, 1x1x1x1's thrusts started to quicken, finally satisfying his husband's desires.

 

This time, he bit softly into his neck, drawing a little blood. He licked the wound, listening to 007n7's whimpers and moans.

 

"You taste delicious." He murmured over his neck while pushing with force, directing every thrust towards 007n7's prostate.

 

He set a rapid and hard pace, wanting to hear every sound 007n7 could make, wanting to destroy the man beneath him, force him to take everything he offered, mold his body so that no one else could please him.

 

His wings fluttered with the thoughts, catching 007n7's attention. He must have sought something to keep himself grounded and not faint from pleasure.

 

1x1x1x1 growled into his ear when the soft hands of 007n7 delicately caressed his sensitive wings, feeling like revenge for his horns, but he didn't complain.

 

Finally, he came inside 007n7, filling him with more semen. Bringing 007n7 to the edge, painting both of their bellies.

 

1x1x1x1 collapsed on 007n7's heaving chest, recovering some of his energy and letting 007n7 rest.

 

He kissed his bare chest, tracing his fingertips over some scars and cuts. Remembering both of their pasts.

 

007n7 moaned softly, starting to feel his eyes grow heavy before 1x1x1x1 made him look at him.

 

"I'm going to fuck you until you're fat and full of me, with my children inside you." He purred while flipping him over and placing 007n7's face on the mattress and his ass in the air.

 

007n7 moaned at the change in position, feeling more submissive and vulnerable.

 

He took off his glasses, finding them bothersome. 

 

His tail wagged from side to side, catching 1x1x1x1's attention who grabbed and squeezed it. He brought his mouth and licked the sensitive tail, listening to the small sharp moans of 007n7.

 

He laughed with amusement while placing his cock back at 007n7's hole, playing with the edge before inserting the tip.

 

He stayed there for a few seconds, pushing in a little before pulling back out. Inserting the tip and pulling back out of the hole that clenched around the void.

 

007n7 moaned with more desperation, looking at his husband behind him with a furrowed brow. He kept him moaning from the constant loss, continuing to play with his desperate hole until he penetrated with force and unexpectedly.

 

His cry echoed through the entire room, crying out in relief. 007n7 relaxed against the pillow, raising his ass even higher and pushing back.

 

"Stop playing, damn it." He murmured while 1x1x1x1 kept teasing his sensitive tail.

 

"It's fun watching you desperate beneath me. I'm sorry darling." 1x1x1x1 stopped beating around the bush and started to push.

 

007n7's eyes rolled back, starting to moan at how good the position felt. Definitely his favorite.

 

1x1x1x1 heard him babble into the pillow, but didn't pay attention, knowing that 007n7 was hard again.

 

He kept a strong pace, not giving him a chance to catch his breath. 1x1x1x1 leaned forward, supporting his chest against 007n7's back.

 

He moaned into his ear with each thrust, feeling his cock being milked despite 007n7 no longer feeling capable of resisting.

 

His hand went underneath his hips, stroking 007n7's weeping cock.

 

"Come on darling. Give me one more, I know you can." He murmured over his neck while squeezing the cock in his hand.

 

The body beneath him trembled violently, a muffled moan escaped from 007n7's lips as he came again without warning, painting the sheets beneath them.

 

007n7 bit the pillow, staining it with tears and saliva. He cried from overstimulation, burning like hell with each caress, each movement. His vision became more blurred by tears. 

 

He was a bit messy, but that wasn't important now.

 

He gripped 1x1x1x1's cock even tighter, proving his point. On the verge of fainting, but his body still craved more, betraying him and pushing back onto 1x1x1x1's cock; forcing himself to take more.

 

1x1x1x1's cock throbbed powerfully inside him, feeling it swell and stretch even more, but he blamed his clouded mind and exhaustion.

 

1x1x1x1 filled him with his semen again, and this time, 007n7 felt it thicker and colder. It confused him a bit, but he didn't say anything.

 

The pain in his belly intensified, making him moan and gasp from the pain. Tears streamed down his cheeks, on the verge of surrendering and begging for mercy.

 

1x1x1x1 massaged 007n7's back, giving him time to relax. He pulled out of 007n7's warm interior, taking his time to admire the view.

 

Semen leaked from 007n7's hole, which kept clenching around nothing, missing being filled.

 

The semen traveled down his thigh, staining the sheets.

 

One of his hands went to 007n7's abused hole, caressing with his fingertips the semen that kept oozing out.

 

He smeared the glowing semen around the skin, marking his lover with his own seed.

 

His own cock jumped with excitement after a while, recovering in a matter of minutes.

 

"One more, 007. I promise it will be the last, and you can rest." He flipped him over again, observing the flushed and destroyed face of his malewife.

 

"Mhm no please. I can't take anymore." His mind cleared a bit, and he managed to catch his breath, giving some sense to his surroundings.

 

"You can, I trust you." 1x1x1x1 didn't stop and wrapped 007n7's weak legs around his own body again.

 

The malewife surrendered to his husband's desires, letting himself be carried away and caressing one of 1x1x1x1's hands, seeking some comfort.

 

1x1x1x1 didn't deny him and gripped 007n7's hand tightly. "Look down, my love." He gently took 007n7's chin, guiding his gaze.

 

007n7 could only observe, but he couldn't tell if it was curiosity, fear, or overstimulation that made him squirm.

 

1x1x1x1's cock took on another unexpected form, this time releasing a brighter and colder liquid. 007n7 looked at it carefully, feeling a bit curious about how it worked.

 

The once dark cock turned glowing; a toxic green in reality. It transformed into something more viscous, almost like a tentacle, thicker at the base and thinner at the tip.

 

And while he wasn't bothered by the strange anatomy, it was an odd combination considering 1x1x1x1 was part aviar.

 

"Ready?" 1x1x1x1 kissed 007n7's shoulder, licking his bloody marks.

 

007n7 just nodded, wiping some of the saliva that stained his face. His tail wagged softly, and his face showed exhaustion, but he opened his legs for 1x1x1x1 again.

 

1x1x1x1 took both legs to lift and fold 007n7 in half, placing each leg on either side of his husband's head, pressed against the mattress.

 

He inserted his length carefully, 007n7 writhing as he felt it move inside him, as if it had a mind of its own. It caressed every spot and corner of his hole, grazing against his prostate but refusing to touch it directly.

 

He cried out when 1x1x1x1 stayed still inside him, letting his cock adjust to the tight space.

 

1x1x1x1 kissed 007n7 with so much tenderness, wanting to distract him from the strange sensation. He started to move when 007n7 began to grind against him, embracing his cock.

 

He moved quickly, not wanting to overstimulate 007n7 anymore, knowing he would pass out at any moment.

 

He kissed his lips while continuing to thrust forcefully, biting the lower lip and drawing blood.

 

"Ah- 1x4." 007n7 could do nothing but moan, scream, and take the length of 1x1x1x1.

 

If he thought he had hit rock bottom and exploded every corner inside him, he was quite wrong.

 

The tip pushed beyond, entering some other place and exploring inside him. That was until he screamed in pain from the sudden expansion inside him.

 

He dug his nails into 1x1x1x1, leaving his own mark, scratching and biting his husband's shoulder.

 

He cried out in pain as his belly burned, his insides being reorganized while 1x1x1x1 kissed him tenderly.

 

The contrast between the brutal fuck and the sweet treatment disoriented him, but he also couldn't think much about it, only able to stay still and accept everything 1x1x1x1 was offering him.

 

He drove his cock deeply, and this time, his cock stretched so much that it made 007n7 scream in pain and pleasure. He didn't know what was happening inside him, each thrust was a forced stretch that he had to accept.

 

He became a sea of moans and tears, flooded with pleasure and lust.

 

He screamed again as he came without warning, not even feeling it coming, and it was too overwhelming. He didn't know whether to embrace the pleasure he felt or worry about the pain in his cock.

 

His head was numb, feeling only the length of 1x1x1x1 traveling through his entire hole to fill him.

 

1x1x1x1 pulled out but maintained his tight grip on 007n7's legs, observing the trembling, panting mess his malewife had become.

 

He noticed a bulge forming in 007n7's belly, pushing slowly and deeply, only to watch it appear and disappear with each thrust.

 

He felt satisfied, finally driving into 007n7 and resting on top of him.

 

His abused hole stretched even more, welcoming small eggs into his belly. Each one settled inside him, molding his body to temporarily house them.

 

His moans became muffled, lacking the energy to pull away, complain, or do anything. He accepted each intrusion with resignation.

 

He felt his eyes beginning to close against his will, 1x1x1x1 let him rest after the sight, giving him a kiss on his forehead and lying down beside him, not wanting to harm his own eggs.

 

Both men slept deeply, exhaustion hitting them hard.

 

____

 

007n7 groaned as 1x1x1x1 continued to press against his belly, feeling the eggs move inside him.

 

"Is this necessary?" 007n7 complained as he opened his legs to his husband.

 

"If you don't want to suffer cramps, yes." He kissed his lips, massaging 007n7's belly carefully and delicately.

 

He was in a good mood since he woke up, happy to know that his malewife finally belonged to him and was now full of his children.

 

007n7 just closed his eyes and let himself be cared for, unable to wait to be rid of this pain and continue pleasing his husband. Now knowing he would have to care for not one, but three eggs inside him.

 

He didn't want to imagine that, so he just let himself be caressed for the moment, happy with his decision.

Notes:

Yum, well it was pure Smut actually heheh

DUDE, I was thinking about fiance, I don't know really, I liked the idea of them being on their honeymoon just married better! :3

This request I was supposed to post it earlier, but I got sick again. My defenses are down, dude. I hate that. But it doesn't matter anymore.

Chapter 32: 🔥🫂 BuilderBurger — New father

Summary:

Plz...If u cloud do like...Builderman n 007n7 deciding to have a kid n stuff... cause they want to give coolkid a brother n stuff and build can like give 007n7 a kid even through they are both man cause like hes an admin n stuff... n they love each other n are married n stuff... n they break the bed freaky style n stuff...pleas?

—JustaSillyFella (Guest)

Notes:

Builderman is the character I've experimented with the least, so I hope I did well(?uhmmm

And while I was writing I completely forgot "and are married" uhmmm srry TOT

I was going to post this a few hours ago, but viruses are following me ugh-.

Body modification again, and I won't explain it.

I hope you like it!

Builderman was not an easy man to win over. Everyone knew that. The second-in-command of Roblox, chief of all admins and lower ranks, didn’t have time to fall in love or dream of building a family.

 

Not until 007n7 walked into his life.

 

At first, it was maddening—having to chase him down, only to lose sight of him again. Fixing all the chaos and disorder he left behind while the hacker hopped from server to server, blowing things up just for the thrill of it.

 

No one ever managed to catch him, not even when they uncovered his true identity. (He hacked under another name.) They couldn’t convict or blame the young college student without solid proof.

 

Plenty of them complained, but there wasn’t much they could do. They managed to ban him and kick him out of some places that recognized him, but it was never enough.

 

And then, after some time, the attacks suddenly stopped. His digital footprint vanished for a few months… until he showed up at Roblox HQ, a child resting in his arms.

 

From that moment, he felt a flicker of pity for the man. Just a little.

 

After surrendering and regretting his actions, 007n7 gave it all up. In exchange for a safe place for the child, he retired from hacking, and some of the admins took care of hiding him away.

 

It wasn’t until almost two years later that Builderman heard about 007n7 again.

The man had stayed completely off his radar, working and raising his child.

 

Builderman found out he was working two poorly paid jobs, had a child full of restless energy, and looked utterly broken.

It wasn’t until Elliot, with his kind heart, walked into his office and begged him to give the man any sort of job—a chance to simply stay alive—that Builderman finally reconsidered.

 

He thought about it for days, nearly weeks. Elliot’s constant pleas and arguments finally pushed him to pay 007n7 a visit.

 

The place was quiet and well-hidden—perfect for someone who wanted to stay invisible. Clockwork and Matt had done a good job keeping him safe, though the circumstances were far from ideal.

 

When he was about to knock on the door, a little red child with horns and a tail appeared, clutched tightly in the arms of a sleepless 007n7 whose eyes screamed exhaustion.

 

007n7’s posture tensed, clutching C00lkidd against his chest. Even if no one had hurt him in a long time, his paranoia never left him.

 

“Yes?” 007n7 stepped aside, letting Builderman enter his home.

 

“Good afternoon, 007n7.” Builderman’s stance was calmer, less formal than before. “How have you been?” He half expected a sarcastic or playful remark.

 

“Tired, I guess. Thanks for asking.” The monotone voice was something Builderman never thought he’d hear from him. “What brings you here?” He noticed 007n7’s tail swaying cautiously, betraying his unease.

 

“It’s not about your son, if that’s what you’re worried about. Elliot’s been insisting on something. Something that concerns you.” Builderman saw a spark in 007n7’s eyes—hope.

“We’re not supposed to do this. Especially not forgive someone with a questionable past.” He glanced at the living room, cluttered with toys but filled with warmth and love.

 

“Builderma—” A sigh cut him off, telling him to stay silent.

 

Builderman was surprised to see how much 007n7 had changed—susceptible now, insecure maybe, his wild edge dulled down into something fragile.

 

A child’s laugh broke his thoughts. C00lkidd’s curious gaze was fixed on Builderman’s hardhat, and Builderman—weak when it came to kids—stepped closer, careful not to startle 007n7.

 

For a moment, 007n7 hesitated. Handing his son over to an administrator—one of the most powerful men, who once hunted him down—was no small thing.

 

But C00lkidd simply stretched out his little arms toward the helmet. Builderman smiled, lifting the child into his hands.

 

The scene shifted quickly. Soon, Builderman was sitting on the floor, building Lego structures just so the boy could knock them down with giggles of triumph.

 

Arms crossed, 007n7 watched the strange sight but didn’t dare interrupt it.

 

“Elliot asked us to give you a chance. The chance to spend more time with your son, and to go back to doing what you once loved.” Builderman didn’t meet his eyes.

 

“Excuse me? I’ve retired from that world, Mr. Builderman.” Nerves stirred in 007n7—was this some sort of trap? A test to see if he’d go back to scripts the moment he was given the chance?

 

“This isn’t optional. It’ll be easier to keep an eye on one of the worst hackers, and it gives you the chance to earn more—a better life for your child. Are you willing to undo it?” Builderman’s brow furrowed at his own wording, but he wasn’t leaving without an answer.

 

Elliot had been relentless in pressing for this opportunity. Builderman didn’t fully understand his reasons, but he listened.

 

007n7 bit his lip, weighing the pros and cons. But there wasn’t much to weigh—the sound of his child’s laughter would always be his weakness.

 

“…Fine.” His shoulders slumped. He only hoped he was making the right decision.

 

Builderman handed him a stack of papers, instructing him to start training the very next morning. The single father nodded, letting his new boss say a gentle goodbye to C00lkidd.

 

It felt too good, seeing someone treat his son like any other child—not focusing on the horns, the sharp little teeth, or the drakobloxer tail. Just a child.

 

A warmth spread through his chest when Builderman left with a smile, and his body trembled under the weight of that last look.

 

He hadn’t prepared for that feeling… but there was nothing he could do to stop it.

 

He sighed and returned to playing with his son, staring at the small Lego tower Builderman had built.

 

---

 

From that moment, Builderman had company far more often than he used to. 007n7 rarely left his side, working as one of his most trusted scripters.

 

Some questioned the decision, but Builderman never backed down.

 

Over time, even C00lkidd became part of their world.

 

While 007n7 created and worked, he always cared for his child. The admins began to treat the boy like a nephew, spoiling him. Builderman scolded them for it—but couldn’t hide the affection he felt himself.

 

He taught the boy things, gave him a sense of morality, nurtured his love for painting and art—while keeping him far from his little sparks of pyromania.

 

“Aww, I wish we had more kids around here. They’re so cute.” Brighteyes hugged C00lkidd tightly before tossing him playfully in the air.

 

“You’re a mother, I’m surprised you’d wish that on anyone—bringing their child here every day.” Doombringer grumbled, remembering 1x1x1x1’s endless cries.

 

“You didn’t have the worst of it.” Shedletsky appeared with a strong cup of coffee, shooting Doombringer a look that dared him to say another word about his wife.

 

“Still, it’s too cute watching him smile and laugh. Just a little ball of dough.” Luke caught C00lkidd mid-air, letting him float on a dense cloud.

 

Reese conjured a magic trick, pulling a dove from her hands, letting the child chase after it.

 

C00lkidd’s laughter filled the break room.

 

“So sweet,” someone cooed as the child tumbled back into waiting arms.

 

From the side, 007n7 watched quietly, eating next to Builderman. The man’s steady presence was enough to make him feel accepted in a world that had once rejected him.

 

After years of conflict, the admins finally accepted 007n7—for the child’s sake, but also for his own.

 

“Father!” C00lkidd laughed, throwing himself into Builderman’s arms after Reese guided him back toward them.

 

007n7 flushed with embarrassment every time the boy called Builderman “Father.” He knew the child was still learning, his sense of family skewed by only having one parent.

 

Builderman didn’t mind. In fact, it stirred something warm inside him—dreams of a family with 007n7, even if he hadn’t admitted it yet. He told himself he wanted to wait, to be sure he’d be reciprocated. (Though to everyone else, it was painfully obvious.)

 

That’s what led three admins to plan a day for them.

 

Builderman and 007n7 turned a blind eye when the admins gathered one morning without warning. It wasn’t official business, so they let it slide.

 

007n7 left C00lkidd with 1x1x1x1, under Taph and Luke’s watchful eyes.

 

Shedletsky, being one of the closest, was pushed into convincing Builderman to take a day off.

 

“Hey, Builder. Don’t you want to go out, have some fun for a change?” Builderman ignored him, already sensing where this was going. It wasn’t the first time they tried to force him to rest.

 

“Why are you asking?” he said, eyes on 007n7’s panel. There was still work that needed reviewing. 007n7 walked over with two cups of coffee, setting one in front of him.

 

“Come on, you two need to get out of these sad rooms. Touch grass at least, for once.” Shedletsky pointed at their heavy dark circles.

 

“If someone actually did their job instead of pestering me, maybe I’d consider it.” Builderman sipped his coffee, smirking.

 

“I’m just saying—look at 007n7. You’ve got him working nonstop without a single day off. He should sue you for that.” Shedletsky teased, using the ex-hacker as leverage.

 

007n7 arched a brow at Shedletsky, not understanding why he was dragged into it.

 

“Just one day. Robloxia’s in good hands. Neither of you has had a real break in ages.” His tone softened, serious now, hoping to persuade them.

 

Builderman turned his gaze to 007n7, who had leaned back in his chair, ignoring both of them.

 

“…I’ll think about it.”

 

Shedletsky sighed, dismissed, already bracing for Brighteyes’ disappointment.

 

---

 

Fortunately, there was a plan B.

 

Reese and Dusekkar slipped a touch of magic onto 007n7, making him faint—forcing Builderman to carry him off and, hopefully, to actually rest.

 

Builderman sighed, cradling 007n7 bridal-style, noticing the traces of magic but choosing not to confront it.

 

Plan B worked—mostly. The only problem left was a child constantly asking after his parents, but the admins could handle that.

 

“Have fun,” Shedletsky smirked, holding the elevator door open.

 

“Don’t blow anything up while I’m gone,” Builderman warned as the doors closed.

 

Against his chest, 007n7 murmured faintly, curling tighter in his arms.

 

Builderman’s heart raced at the closeness, but he focused on getting him home.

 

For the pay he now earned, 007n7 could’ve bought a better place, but he still lived in the old house. Maybe it was where he felt safe.

 

He laid him gently on the bed, the frame creaking under their weight.

 

007n7 mumbled incoherently, drooling a little, pulling Builderman down and locking his legs tightly around his torso.

 

Builderman gasped at the strength, but let him cling to his chest. He stroked 007n7’s hair, removing the silly hamburger hat and glasses to make him comfortable.

 

The bed creaked again with every shift, and his tail flicked softly, brushing against their legs as his horns pressed against Builderman’s palms.

 

“You’re like a cat,” Builderman muttered.

 

“I can be your cat.” What the hell? 007n7 nuzzled into his chest with a soft hum.

 

“…Are you feeling alright?” Builderman cupped his face.

 

“No…” 007n7 panted, leaning into the touch, seeking more.

 

Builderman studied him closely. His eyes were hazy, cheeks burning. Side effects of Reese’s magic? Maybe he was just dazed.

 

Still, the heat of 007n7 against him, the way he rubbed into his touch and pressed against his growing arousal—it was hard to resist.

 

“007n7—”

 

“Builderman… please.” His voice cracked, his body trembling as he begged.

 

Builderman caught his restless hands, trying to steady him. “I don’t think you’re in the right state to be asking for this.”

 

“No—please. I… I’m sensitive to magic, but I know what I’m asking. Please, help me.” His breath came out in broken gasps, tears pricking at his lashes.

 

“007n7, if I give in, I’ll put children inside you,” Builderman warned, placing him on his lap, their arousals grinding together.

 

“I love you, Builderman. I want you inside me. I don’t care if it gets me pregnant.” Their foreheads brushed, breaths quickening, the confession hanging in the air.

 

Builderman’s heart thundered. He should’ve stopped it, but the way his name was whispered… the plea… it undid him.

 

“You’d better not be drugged,” he muttered, before crashing his lips onto 007n7’s.

 

The kiss was raw and consuming, tongues clashing until Builderman seized control, holding him tight by the hips, denying him release.

 

007n7 whined with need until Builderman rolled him onto his back, pulling up a command panel, running scripts that sparked unfamiliar sensations.

 

A cry broke from 007n7’s lips—pain mixed with pleasure—but his legs only tightened around Builderman, pulling him closer.

 

Builderman kissed down his neck, sucking hard, leaving marks that would be impossible to hide. Risky, reckless… but 007n7 wasn’t letting go.

 

Hands tugged at his sweater, lifting his shirt, desperate for more skin.

 

“Builderman—” he sobbed, torn between ache and desire. Another kiss silenced him, fierce and hungry, every ounce of longing finally spilling free.

 

He had dreamed of this—night after night, craving to be taken, claimed. And now, in his boss’s arms, it was better than anything he had ever imagined.

 

He moaned as Builderman's hands brushed against his sensitive skin. He had never felt this way, so overwhelming until it left him sobbing when Builderman stopped his caresses and kisses.

 

"Shhh, it's okay. I've got you." He started to remove both of their pants, pulling down their boxers and leaving them naked.

 

He stroked both of their cocks with his hand, waiting for 007n7 to relax against his touch.

 

007n7 felt uncomfortable with the wetness that started to drip down his ass, but he didn't give it much thought, assuming it was his own precum.

 

"Is this what you want?" He didn't want 007n7 to regret it mid-fuck.

 

"Yes, please. Hurry up." 007n7 released his waist and spread his legs wider, seductively placing one over Builderman's shoulder.

 

Builderman guided one of his fingers to 007n7's entrance, playing with the rim, collecting the precum that was leaking from 007n7's body.

 

"Mmm, so wet for me," Builderman murmured, but 007n7 didn't hear him as his fingers teased the entrance of 007n7's ass.

 

He inserted a finger, testing and watching how 007n7 reacted. "Mhm, I barely put a finger in, but your hole is gripping it so fucking well, I can't wait to be inside you." He purred as he inserted a second finger without hesitation.

 

007n7 moaned at the stretch, not given time to adjust, but it felt good. In fact, it seemed like he didn't even need any preparation, but he let Builderman take care of him.

 

Builderman thrust his fingers forcefully, opening and closing them in a scissoring motion. Enjoying the small moans from 007n7.

 

He kissed 007n7's bare chest, bringing his mouth to one of the nipples to start sucking. After all, 007n7 needed this preparation.

 

His smile widened as he bit down, unable to resist wanting to inflict a little pain on the man who had tormented his nephew. Even though he was already fully forgiven.

 

"I'll give you a child. I'm sure C00lkidd will be happy to know he's getting a brother." He whispered, looking up and seeing the beautiful, tear-filled eyes of 007n7.

 

"Don't promise and just do it." 007n7 growled desperately, throwing his head back.

 

Builderman smiled at the response, remembering 007n7's carefree attitude from his hacker days. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

 

If 007n7 wanted it desperately, he wouldn't deny him. Not that he wanted to waste any more time, feeling his own desperation to enter 007n7.

 

Still, he continued a bit longer. Searching for a specific spot, a spot that would make 007n7 see stars, moan loudly, something that would deliciously grip his cock inside 007n7.

 

When he was about to pull out, a sharp moan echoed through the room. There it was, he pressed precisely now that he found 007n7's prostate, amused at how 007n7 writhed and moaned beneath him.

 

Finally, he removed his fingers, hearing another whimpering moan from his lover. He was excited, even more so when he discovered that 007n7 is quite vocal in bed.

 

He aligned his aching cock at 007n7's entrance, playing a little for his own amusement. Watching as 007n7 squirmed beneath him.

 

007n7 opened his mouth to reply, but only a sharp moan escaped when Builderman entered without warning, pushing in slowly until he hit bottom.

 

007n7 let out a long moan, enjoying the stretch. He felt Builderman's cock rub against his prostate with each thrust.

 

"You look so beautiful beneath me. I don't know what I did to deserve you." He praised as he pushed in gently, feeling the soft, warm walls of 007n7 hug his cock.

 

007n7 hooked a leg over his shoulder, giving Builderman leverage as he continued to thrust. Hard and slow, rubbing against 007n7's prostate.

 

Between each thrust, 007n7 moaned sweetly. Making Builderman smile.

 

"Faster." 007n7's tail slapped against the bed in warning, Builderman wasn't going to reject the request.

 

With one hand, he pushed 007n7's hips up, lifting slightly to get a better angle. It worked when the small moans increased in volume.

 

"That's it, you're taking it so well, darling." He cooed as he watched tears stream down 007n7's cheeks. He wanted to kiss each one, but now he was focused on filling 007n7's tight hole with his semen.

 

Priorities, he thought as he sped up his pace, still thrusting hard but increasing his speed.

 

007n7 threw his head back, screaming and moaning from the pleasure he was feeling.

 

With each movement, 007n7's moans and the creaking of the bed could be heard. He almost thought the bed would give way and collapse beneath them, but it didn't.

 

The room filled with wet sounds, the scent of sex permeating the air, and both men were lost in pleasure.

 

Builderman became obsessed with every sound and expression from 007n7, committing each one to memory to recall later.

 

Both felt the bed start to move along with them. 007n7 placed a hand on the bed frame, feeling the old structure bang against the wall with each powerful thrust from Builderman.

 

Each movement made them bounce against each other, increasing the pleasure even more. Mixed with the slapping of skin and 007n7's moans, anyone would say it was a scene worthy of a porn video.

 

They didn't care about the neighbors, they didn't matter now.

 

007n7's vision blurred from tears, getting a huge stimulation with each hit to his prostate, but his cock demanded its own attention.

 

Builderman noticed, guiding his hand to 007n7's cock, letting each movement flow with the thrusts.

 

If 007n7 wasn't screaming before, he definitely was now.

 

"Ah- harder. Please, please." He begged between moans, trying to catch his breath, but Builderman didn't give him any time to rest, continuing to thrust.

 

"How you wish, babe." This time, Builderman didn't hold back, the grip between the leg and 007n7's cock intensified, almost lifting 007n7 into a cloud of pleasure.

 

007n7's body trembled completely from the immense force Builderman had hidden. He bit his lips, feeling overwhelmed, crying and moaning brokenly as he felt his release approaching.

 

"Builderman!" He screamed his name as he finally came in Builderman's hand, staining both of their stomachs.

 

Builderman didn't stop, panting heavily as he continued to thrust and abuse 007n7's tight hole, pushing him down with each movement, as if he wanted to fuse him with the bed.

 

007n7 didn't have time to recover. The overstimulation didn't allow him to form more sentences, words, clouding his mind from anything happening, turning into a sea of tears and moans, babbling and trying to speak.

 

Dark and bright spots appeared in his vision each time Builderman entered with brutality and passion, his back arched uncomfortably but his body still sought more.

 

"You're doing so well. So good for me." Builderman felt close, his thrusts starting to lose rhythm, seeking his own release.

 

007n7 could only moan in response, unable to think. His mind turned to mush from the overwhelming pleasure.

 

"Builderman." He gasped, pushing down and still supporting his weak hands on the creaking bed frame.

 

Finally, he came inside 007n7 without warning, with a groan releasing all his semen deep inside the man beneath him, giving shallow thrusts before finally pulling out. Groaning at the loss of heat.

 

Both men panted against each other, catching their breath.

 

Builderman shifted back into his original position, pulling 007n7 onto his chest and holding him close. 007n7 tangled his legs with Builderman’s, searching for more warmth, more contact.

 

“We really need to buy you another bed,” Builderman murmured into his hair.

 

“Come on, it’s not that bad,” 007n7 complained, pressing his face against Builderman’s bare chest. “It’s good enough to make you rest.” His tail flicked lazily from side to side.

 

Slowly, exhaustion began to win over their bodies.

 

“If it ever happens… I hope the marriage proposal will be better than this,” 007n7 muttered, resting heavily on Builderman’s chest.

 

“Oh, it’s definitely going to be better,” Builderman promised, already turning over ideas in his mind for how to propose properly. This—messy sheets and sweat—couldn’t be the memory. He wanted something worthy of them both.

 

He kissed the crown of 007n7’s head, wrapping him tightly in his arms and waiting for him to finally give in to sleep. 007n7 said nothing more, letting Builderman’s warmth soothe him. Happy—because one of his dreams had finally come true.

 

---

 

A few weeks later, 007n7 and Builderman made their relationship official. To their surprise, the other admins and staff accepted it far more easily than either of them expected.

 

Now, 007n7 had just learned he was pregnant. Hell, he thought Builderman had just been joking whenever he teased about it.

 

“No wonder I’ve been feeling weird since that day,” he muttered, walking up to Builderman, who was busy making breakfast for his son.

 

“Builder.” He pressed against his boyfriend’s back, rubbing his face against Builderman’s hoodie.

 

“What is it? Are you feeling sick?” Builderman turned off the stove and spun around to look at him, but 007n7 wouldn’t meet his gaze. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern creeping into his voice when there was no answer.

 

007n7 pushed him gently into a chair, hoping he wouldn’t faint or freak out. Builderman just looked up at him, expectant, waiting for the explanation behind his strange behavior.

 

“I’m pregnant,” he blurted out without ceremony—delicacy had never been his strong suit.

 

Builderman smiled softly, not even a flicker of surprise in his face. “I know, love. I made sure you’d get pregnant the very first time.” Still, he stood and pulled 007n7 into a crushing embrace.

 

“…Excuse me?” 007n7 looked at him in shock.

 

“007n7, remember? I don’t make promises lightly. I told you I’d knock you up. I don’t regret it—but I am surprised at how little attention you pay.”

 

Flustered, 007n7’s face flushed red at the jab. “But not everyone gets pregnant on the first try,” he muttered defensively.

 

Builderman sighed, breaking the embrace just enough to cup his lover’s face, pressing their foreheads together. “Do you even realize who your boyfriend is? The head of the admin team? The second in command of Robloxia?”

 

“All I see is a loving father and future husband” 007n7 whispered, brushing his lips over Builderman’s in a tender, love-filled kiss.

 

Builderman didn’t answer, just melted into the moment, grateful for his words. Why had he waited so long to claim the man he loved most?

 

Their kiss broke when they heard a small giggle behind them—C00lkidd making a mess with the fruit. At least 007n7 already had a bit of experience taking care of babies.

 

Builderman didn’t leave his side for the rest of the day, clinging to him like a leech. And of course, C00lkidd copied his example.

 

“Like father, like son,” 007n7 muttered tiredly, sipping his fifth coffee of the day.

 

---

 

“You two really don’t waste time, do you?” Clockwork joked, leaning casually against Shedletsky while waiting for his turn in the game.

 

“Guess you guys really know how to have fun,” Shedletsky teased, only to yelp when someone elbowed him in the side. “Hey!”

 

“I’m sure C00lkidd will love having a little sibling,” Brighteyes clapped her hands together, wishing them the best—especially 007n7. “If you ever need help, we’re here.” She smiled sweetly, wrapping him in a warm hug.

 

The Scripter broke down crying on her shoulder, soothed gently by her embrace.

 

From a distance, the admins watched. Especially Builderman, fumbling awkwardly around his fiancé and only making things more chaotic.

 

“Why is he crying?” 1x1x1x1 asked Taph, waiting for an answer.

 

“It’s normal in pregnancies with kids. Don’t worry,” Luke ruffled his hair.

 

“🧑‍💻🫄😭,👆😀🥲😭” Taph flapped his wings, showing his own joy for the soon-to-be parents.

 

This was going to be chaos.

Notes:

Yay I hate being sick. I had a hard time doing the Smut part but here its:3

This was originally 6k-7k words, but I shortened it because it was too long. Although I have enough material to write this for another project, but man, I have too much to write, what? I'm crying, but I like to push myself

 

Chapter 33: 🥀 FrozenCode — You got everything you wanted.

Summary:

Can I request itrapped x 007n7 where itrapped just met 007n7 in the past .Just angst or hurt/comfort

—Kittycat382923

Notes:

What better than lack of communication, manipulation and unrequited or lost love? Upsii

I loved writing this, even though it's short 😞

007n7 and iTrapped never thought about parting ways. They were a good duo—both had to admit it.

 

Stealing, scamming, and escaping, always relying on each other to get out of trouble.

 

007n7 felt genuinely happy to have fun again, and it would have been perfect… if only iTrapped hadn’t always seen him as just a partner in crime.

 

That part actually hurt.

 

iTrapped belonged to another world, had different goals, different desires.

 

Both of them were ambitious, but while 007n7 sought power and excitement for the two of them, iTrapped only looked out for himself, chasing money, status, and luxuries—power didn’t matter to him. His “fun” was collecting material things, showing them off, keeping trophies of every scam. Of course, 007n7 didn’t mind all that; in some way, he understood it. Maybe that was why he always stayed at iTrapped’s side, giving him his best, like a loyal dog.

 

iTrapped’s friends mocked him for that behavior, but 007n7 never cared. They didn’t matter. None of them could ever give iTrapped what 007n7 gave him.

 

As iTrapped built up his name as a hacker, he grew interested in 007n7’s skills. When he saw the boy, he smiled at him like a predator spotting prey.

 

007n7 fell for his sweet words, with a trace of doubt but a spark of thrill in his eyes.

 

Two ambitious hearts united, forming one of the sharpest duos. iTrapped always exploited 007n7’s abilities for his own gain, but for the first time in his life, 007n7 felt useful.

 

Until Chance appeared.

 

Every time 007n7 saw the gambler near iTrapped, he growled inside—but there was nothing he could do.

 

To iTrapped, he’d always just be a partner. Someone to count on when things got messy. It would’ve hurt more if 007n7 wasn’t already clinging desperately to the one person who had given him a chance to use his skills for something more.

 

It wasn’t until one night that he truly understood.

 

---

 

Music blasted through the speakers, the crowd grinding against each other on the dance floor like animals in heat.

 

007n7 was bored, as always. Hanging out with iTrapped and his friends was never a pleasant experience. Maybe it was jealousy, maybe insecurity, but he couldn’t stand them. (Though they were just as bad as iTrapped.)

 

“He’s so dumb. If I asked him to buy me a yacht, I bet he would.” That arrogant tone of iTrapped’s always smothered him. It was empty, emotionless.

 

Noticing 007n7’s distance, iTrapped threw an arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer.

 

The attention immediately shifted to 007n7, the pathetic hanger-on, glued to the blond like a parasite.

 

“Then do it,” 007n7 snapped bitterly, jerking away and storming off from iTrapped’s table.

 

“Oh, come on—your boyfriend isn’t any fun.”

 

“What’s wrong with your ‘friend’?” someone whispered behind him, the music of the bar swallowing their words.

 

“Shut up. I told you, he’s not my friend. And definitely not my boyfriend.” The annoyance in iTrapped’s voice was clear. The laughter followed shortly after.

 

His heart twisted at the words, but by then he was too far away to care. A few tears slipped free anyway.

 

Pathetic. How had he ended up here? Dragged back again by iTrapped under the excuse of planning another scam.

 

He sobbed when he stumbled out of the bar, leaning against a damp alley wall, hiding from everyone’s eyes.

 

His throat tightened painfully, but he refused to cry in some dirty alley over that man’s words.

 

It shouldn’t hurt—he already knew. iTrapped would never see him as a friend, much less as a lover. And yet… the idea clung stubbornly to his heart, holding on to the tiniest sliver of hope.

 

Rain began to fall on him, too dramatic, too perfectly timed, but it was the only comfort he had. The drops mixed with his tears, muffling the choked sounds that broke from his throat.

 

He looked like a stray puppy abandoned in the rain, waiting for someone—anyone—to pick him up and take him somewhere warm.

Maybe that’s all he had ever been to iTrapped: a loyal mutt that kept coming back no matter how many times he was pushed away.

 

He took a shaky breath, trying to steady himself. And then—an umbrella slid over him, shielding him from the rain.

 

He blushed when he saw iTrapped’s expensive suit in front of him, but refused to lift his gaze.

 

“Let’s go to your place,” iTrapped said softly, not waiting for an answer. He wrapped his arm through 007n7’s, expecting him to trigger the teleport command.

 

For someone who insisted again and again that they weren’t friends, iTrapped contradicted himself far too much. Covering him from the rain, refusing to leave him alone in that alley—he was cold and careless, but at the same time oddly protective.

 

That closeness, that boldness, taking him without asking—it was rude, presumptuous… and still considerate in its own way. 

 

“I don’t want to go home,” 007n7 muttered, trying to pull away.

 

“I didn’t ask, 007n7. You need rest.” The gentleness in iTrapped’s words didn’t sound like the same man who had brushed him off minutes earlier. And that made it all the more confusing.

 

iTrapped frowned at 007n7’s behavior, watching him struggle to pull away. Fine. He wouldn’t let his little toy slip so easily; he knew how to make him fall to his knees. But still… some strange twinge of guilt always followed, gnawing at him later.

 

He sighed and gave 007n7 a little space without letting him go. “Then where do you want to go?” His voice was strained, frustrated to be stuck in a filthy alley, though he’d been in worse places.

 

“I—” 007n7 faltered, unsure of what to say. iTrapped wasn’t controlling, but he rarely listened to him unless it was about scams or hacking.

 

“The lake lookout? I bet it’s quiet there.” iTrapped offered, knowing 007n7 wouldn’t refuse. At least it was a decent place.

 

007n7 nodded and triggered his teleport command, taking them both to the vast lake.

 

On top of a cliff, they landed. 007n7 sat against a nearby tree, pulling his knees to his chest. iTrapped reluctantly sat down beside him, uncaring if his expensive suit got dirty—Chance could fix it anyway.

 

He wanted to know why 007n7 was acting this way, nervous and quiet. The loud, reckless hacker he knew was gone, replaced by someone fragile, heavy with sadness.

 

Silence weighed between them. The cold air gnawed at their bones, but neither spoke for long minutes.

 

“Was it true, what you said?” 007n7 finally asked, his voice heavy with something iTrapped couldn’t name.

 

“No,” iTrapped answered firmly, knowing where this was going. “You know how Caleb and Nate—”

 

“Shut up. This isn’t about them, Isa—iTrapped.” His throat tightened again, anger slipping into his tone, sharp enough to surprise iTrapped.

 

Always the same stupid lie, always blaming others for his own words.

 

iTrapped stared at him, speechless.

 

“You know I hate it when you lie. I told you from the start. But you treat me like a fool, just like Chance.” His name spat out like venom, and iTrapped began to understand.

 

“007. Don’t take it personally. I didn’t mean it, I swear.” He slid closer, looping an arm around the hacker, pulling him near. “I promise, you’re special to me. It hurts that you’d doubt me like this.” The lie tasted bitter on his tongue.

 

“I don’t believe you, iTrapped.” 007n7 rested his head on his knees, rejecting his touch.

 

“Don’t,” iTrapped warned, preferring 007n7 didn’t get attached—not realizing it was already too late. “It was just the alcohol, forget it. Please.” He buried his face into 007n7’s hair and silly hamburger hat, careful of his horns.

 

Conflict churned inside 007n7. You don’t trust a scammer—it’s rule number one. And yet, iTrapped’s lies always wrapped around him like chains.

 

“I’m sorry,” iTrapped whispered, the words foreign and uncomfortable.

 

007n7 stiffened, not knowing how to respond. He didn’t want to believe, but he couldn’t reject him either.

 

“Forget it,” he muttered, rising and moving toward the cliff edge. Cold bit into him again.

 

iTrapped followed, silent but unwilling to let go. Like a cat demanding attention when it pleased him.

 

Despite everything, his air of superiority never wavered. 007n7 trembled—whether from nerves, rage, or the cold, he couldn’t tell.

 

iTrapped noticed, and something unfamiliar stirred in his cold chest. Without a word, he slipped off his jacket and draped it over 007n7’s shoulders. The gesture was warm, disarming, melting 007n7’s heart against his will.

 

He clutched the jacket tightly, soaking up the warmth. iTrapped relaxed beside him, letting the hacker’s head fall against his shoulder, both of them sinking into silence.

 

It reminded them of when they first met.

 

That winter at the same lake, two strangers searching for purpose. iTrapped had spotted 007n7, recognized his hacks. He watched him from the trees like prey until he decided to approach. 007n7 knew he was being watched, but didn’t care—at least not until the blond opened his mouth. Smooth words, clever flattery about his latest exploits, and then the deal. A promise, sealed with a crown set playfully on his head.

 

“Help me catch a bigger fish,” iTrapped had said. “I’ll never play you, I’ll share everything.”

 

007n7 almost laughed. He didn’t need him—he was a hacker, after all. But curiosity and thrill made him bite.

 

“I promise you that you will never fall for my games, I will share everything I catch and give you a portion.”

 

007n7 disappeared for a moment, leaving iTrapped alone. The blond didn't panic, knowing it was evidence of the hacker.

 

Hands ran down his back, trying to scare him, But he stood his ground.

 

>"Interesting. If I find out you're lying to me, I'll destroy you," he promised as he placed the crown back on iTrapped's head.

 

And it was that promise—the one time 007n7 warned he’d destroy him if betrayed—that iTrapped remembered now, making his chest spark.

 

He hugged 007n7 tightly, afraid he’d vanish, but secure in the belief that the hacker was wrapped around his finger.

 

007n7 didn’t fight it. For once, he let himself lean in, savoring a closeness he knew he’d never get again. They had never hugged before. And yet, their hearts pounded like it was the first and last time.

 

“iTrapped… what have you always dreamed of having?” 007n7 asked quietly, eyes on the moon.

 

The blond had no answer. He had never thought about it. Success, scams, wealth—it was all instinct.

 

“Maybe someone who can satisfy me? I don’t know… I always dreamed of a mansion. Learning piano, playing songs for the one I love.” A lie, but one so convincing it confused even him.

 

“Who’s the sentimental one now?” 007n7 said dryly. His tail tapped the ground, and iTrapped chuckled softly.

 

“Sorry. I got carried away.”

 

The hope in 007n7 dimmed that night. He caught the half-lie, the last one he’d ever allow himself to believe.

 

And he realized, painfully, that he had lost.

 

Finally, he believed that iTrapped got everything he had wanted , leaving him behind. Trapped in his own dreams, yearning for independence and finding someone who would genuinely support him despite his questionable morality.

 

And that someone could never be iTrapped, not since his eyes first fell upon Chance. Without his help, he managed to ensnare the gamblers within his grasp, forcing them to kneel before him.

But it was different; something in him made iTrapped's eyes gleam with an unfamiliar light he couldn't comprehend—a spark that 007n7 had always longed for but would never obtain.

 

Now, he wasn't even sure what he had gained. Instead of winning, he lost. Something inside him was lost, and he could never get it back. He finally realized that he had fallen into iTrapped's game.

 

It would never be enough for iTrapped, despite everything he offered Not with Chance in the picture, not with that glow in iTrapped’s eyes whenever the gambler was near. iTrapped would always keep him as a second choice. It was fun at first, a thrilling game.

 

That night would be the last time they saw each other. One heart carried a promise; the other, a betrayal.

 

And iTrapped didn’t even know.

 

---

 

Sitting at a piano with Chance at his side, iTrapped pressed the keys with aching precision, weaving a melancholy melody.

 

“I couldn’t have asked for a better partner,” Chance boasted, but iTrapped barely heard him.

 

Days bled into weeks, into months, into a year.

 

Every keystroke was a ghost. Laughter in the distance, a smirk at his side, the heat of someone who was always too stubborn to leave. 007n7’s face surfaced again and again no matter how much iTrapped tried to bury it.

 

He waited. For a message, a signal, any trace of 007n7. But nothing.

 

He should have held him tighter. Shouldn’t have let the insults, the laughter, touch him. Now he was gone.

 

“Sorry for breaking my promise.”

 

His chest tightened as the song deepened, the minor chords pressing harder on his heart. He had chased wealth, status, control—things he could hold, flaunt, prove.

 

Yet now, sitting there with only the piano and the echo of his own thoughts, none of it felt as sharp as the absence that lingered.

 

“If I ever find out you’re lying, I’ll destroy you.”

 

He pressed down harder on the keys, almost desperately, as if he could play loud enough to drown out the memory. But it didn’t work. The music betrayed him—it softened, it ached, it carried the shape of someone he had refused to call “friend.”

 

That’s when it hit him.

 

007n7 had destroyed him—not with hacks, not with threats, but by walking away. Leaving him trapped in his own lies, drowning in guilt, eaten alive by the emptiness he’d created.

 

The melody turned furious, his hands hammering the keys.

 

“Who’s the sentimental one now.”

 

Tears finally broke free, rage and longing shaking him.

 

“What have you always dreamed of having?”

 

Now it was meaningless.

 

Chance caught his wrists, stopping him before he broke the piano. He said nothing, only pulled iTrapped against his chest, letting him sob and stain his expensive suit.

 

But iTrapped didn’t want him.

 

For the first time, he longed for something he could never have back—the warmth he’d thrown away, the loyalty he’d mocked. The heart he crushed with his own arrogance.

 

He had won the game. He had Chance, his wealth, his power.

 

But he had lost something greater.

 

007n7’s heart.

 

And with it, his own.

 

Notes:

Both suck, especially iTrapped. Although 007n7 deserves it for all the chaos he's caused:3 I love him btw

Hehejhe I hope you liked it, I didn't know too much how to do this, but I trusted the process.

"You don't know what you have until it's gone." Lol

And yes, I definitely wasn't listening to 'We Can Hug Now' while writing this.

Chapter 34: 🔥 DivineBurger — Aren't you that? You're rude.

Summary:

Haii (^-^)/ been following the one shot book for a while and when I saw that the request were semi open I wanted to do one. Ofc only if you want!

telaseven but in a siren context, seven is a siren who tries to lure tela to eat him but it ends mlre explicitly (　-∀・) this one is just pure smut. (Aslo as a silly request make seven a egocentrical brat, i love when that type of characthers gets reduced to a whiny mess)

Take your time and i wish you the best!!

—Angele_chan

Notes:

Thank you for reading this book and for your kind words!

Uh yeah, I remembered that I was a mermaid and not a siren, because they are two different things. So change that, mermaid, not siren. Although the male part is a merman/triton, I'll explain that at the end but I'll refer to 007n7 that way, not siren or mermaid.

And yes, I hope you don't mind that I made that change, but the siren is actually a bit more protesty and ugly.

Important, 007n7 does sing but it is only implied and I will explain this. (Itsnt canon and the figure placed on the mermaids/siren is not followed.)
-Sirens are the ones who sing for sailors and they devour them.
-Mermaids sing to attract sirens. I thought to myself: Why not add cannibalism? Because they're somehow related.
-Do mermaids/mermans sing for sailors? Not unless they want to have some connection with them, but that doesn't happen much.

Gender:
Basically, the only thing that distinguishes them is the human torso, for obvious reasons. Mermaids/mermans have the same hole, only the females have the egg, and the males are the ones who fertilize. Yes, I used my basic biology here.

I also have to add this, it doesn't have a dick or pussy, but do you know how fish reproduce? Yes...
I decided to do some research too so it makes some sense, although I don't think it does... Uhmm
007n7 has fish-like features, unlike the Little Mermaid, who just has a fish tail. No, he has gills, small fangs (like piranha) and webs between the toes with small claws, but the latter is not mentioned much....

And it doesn't make sense that he wears glasses, but I do add that he wears a stupid hat (not a hamburger hat)

I think that's all..

Its explained a little more in the story, sooo....

I hope you like it:3

Telamon hated dealing with these things; the sirens.

 

They had always been a nuisance to him, whether it was exterminating or exiling one. Their song was far too dangerous for the people along the coasts, so caution was always necessary whenever a sighting occurred.

 

And unfortunately, it was always Telamon who was sent to do the dirty work. Since he was a deity, their powers had less effect on him, which is why Builderman always dispatched him to the shores.

 

He growled as he landed on an abandoned coast. Small boats lay stranded on the sand, destroyed.

 

He approached cautiously, paying attention to every sound. The waves crashed against the shore, reaching the broken boats.

 

He noticed a trail in the wet sand, observing how the whole place was drenched. He figured that by midnight the tide would cover everything. Perhaps that was why the siren had gone unnoticed for months, until crews stopped reaching their destinations.

 

Sword in hand, he moved closer, searching the rocky walls for any sign of an underwater cave.

 

Stupid siren. Of all places, it had to choose this one to hunt.

 

At last, he caught a faint song, but it came from the sea. He expected to find the siren’s nest, hoping it wasn’t an entire family.

 

His wings spread and lifted him into the air, scanning the waters for the source of the voice.

 

It was soft and sweet, unlike any siren’s song he had ever heard.

 

Sirens usually sang to lure sailors with seduction, using their shapeshifting abilities to become whatever the sailors longed for.

 

No, this voice was deeper than that of a siren, but still sweet enough to tempt anyone. Yet something about it didn’t fit—he didn’t recognize the voice, and it certainly wasn’t anyone he yearned for.

 

Eventually, he spotted a small boat adrift. Inside was a naked man—or rather, something not quite human.

 

He landed on the opposite side of the boat. With sword in hand, he aimed precisely at the creature before him.

 

The man’s pale, smooth, radiant skin gleamed in the sunlight. A gorgeous burgundy tail shimmered with well-kept scales. Though the ridiculous hat sitting atop his mane ruined the glamour entirely.

 

When Telamon looked at his face, he realized it wasn’t a siren at all.

 

“Well, what do we have here?” His voice dragged slowly, realizing something about this being was affecting him—perhaps its looks, perhaps its song.

 

The boy turned to face him, a wide grin across his face.

 

“What the sea has brought me.” He purred, crawling toward Telamon with teasing intent.

 

Telamon kept his distance, though curiosity stirred within him. He used his panel to appear ropes around the creature's body.

 

“I’m 007n7, the mermaid—or triton, merman, as some call me. Don’t tell me you don’t know me, everyone does.” He boasted, twisting against the ropes until one arm came free.

 

Just from that introduction, Telamon knew he wasn’t dealing with an ordinary creature.

 

“So it wasn’t you sinking ships?” Telamon almost freed him but stopped once he noticed 007n7’s sudden agitation.

 

“Ships? That’s not us. That’s those hideous, stupid sirens.” The ropes scraped against his soft skin as he writhed.

 

“But you are a siren.” Telamon lifted his sword beneath 007n7’s chin, forcing him to look up.

 

“Siren? You’re an idiot. I’m no siren. I’m a mermaid—or better, a merman or triton, call me whatever you want.” He growled in annoyance. This wasn’t the first time stupid humans had mistaken him for one of those things.

 

Telamon smirked at his irritation, amused by the “confusion.” Still, he wondered—did this creature have an issue with identity? He knew mermaids were more territorial and vain, while tritons were calmer, acting as mediators. Both, however, were bothersome.

 

“Besides, sailors taste awful. We prefer something more… wet.” His tongue slid over his lips, revealing the tiny fangs behind his smile.

 

Telamon understood. Cannibalism between sea creatures was common, but it still disgusted him.

 

“Now that I look closer, you’re more like a whale.” He insulted, dodging the merman’s claws but keeping his blade pointed at him.

 

“If I get out of here, I’ll show you the difference between a siren and a mermaid. You should consider yourself lucky—never do I come ashore just to let someone admire my beauty.” He twisted in the ropes, glaring daggers at Telamon.

 

“No, darling, I think you’re the lucky one—for catching the attention of the great and powerful Telamon.” He finally introduced himself to the dazzling creature, watching as the struggling eased.

 

“Telamon.” The merman savored the name, licking his lips before frowning again.

 

“Come on, that expression only makes you look worse.” Telamon teased, oddly lighter, freer, even playful.

 

“If you were better than me, I’d have known your name already. But all I see is a stupid bird.” Telamon’s smile faded. He figured that would end things here.

 

“Shame. It could’ve been fun talking more, maybe learning a few things.” He opened his panel, ready to leave 007n7 bound to his fate.

 

007n7 grew nervous, glancing around anxiously. He couldn’t stay tied here—if anyone found him like this, they’d take advantage, hurt him.

 

“Wait! You could have a good time with me.” He purred, his tail slipping from the boat to slap the water, hoping the deity might free him afterward.

 

What he meant was: come on, sleeping with a deity would be the best thing to ever happen to him—something to boast about with pride. And it was the only thing he could think of, because begging was not an option.

 

Telamon froze for a moment, staring down at him, waiting for the triton to laugh at his own bold suggestion.

 

But 007n7 only smiled with mischief, lust glimmering in his eyes as he dared to trail a hand along Telamon’s leg.

 

He had to admit—perhaps he was curious to taste Telamon. A deity’s blood would be exquisite. He licked his lips, batting his lashes with dangerous allure.

 

Telamon considered it. He could put this arrogant, beautiful creature in his place—though he hated the idea of getting wet. He sheathed his sword and approached firmly, grabbing a fistful of 007n7’s hair.

 

“What makes you think I’d fuck a filthy siren?” He pinned the triton’s wrists, tying the rope tighter.

 

“I’m your best option. And again—I’m a merman.” He grinned despite the sting in his poor mane.

 

Telamon’s wings flared at the thought of bedding another creature—perhaps someone stronger, a better mate.

 

With a mocking smile, he hoisted 007n7 over his shoulder and carried him to a sandbank, watching the tide rise.

 

“Here’s the deal. Tell me what you know, and I’ll make sure you’re… satisfied.” He landed gently far from shore, dropping 007n7 to the ground with no care.

 

“Careful!” He gasped, the dry sand rough against his body.

 

“Sorry, love. I don’t have all day.” Telamon wanted to see just how far 007n7’s arrogance stretched. A vague thought crossed his mind—could sirens make themselves more beautiful than they were?

 

“But I am the finest mermaid you’ll ever have, and I’ll give you the best moment of your life.” He purred again, warmth spreading through his body.

 

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Telamon snapped, annoyed by his arrogance. He was the greater being—not some petty triton.

 

He would break him down, tame him until he was begging, useless, desperate for cock or anything to fill him.

 

“Best shut that mouth. One more word, and I’ll make sure you never use that voice again.” He warned, refusing to fall prey to any song, even if it wasn’t meant to lure him.

 

“Come on, screaming your name would be the best sound you’ll ever hear.” He bit his lip seductively, lying back on the sand with his hands tied above his head.

 

Telamon ignored him, stripping down under 007n7’s hungry gaze. He straddled the triton’s hips, noticing a small opening slick with drool forming beneath him.

 

007n7 moaned under his weight, his tail slamming against the sand. He felt overwhelmed, wishing to return to the water—to hydrate, to regain control.

 

He had experience before, but never had he been forced down like this, torn from his element where he was strongest.

 

Telamon dragged a hand up his neck, finding the gills. He squeezed gently, watching 007n7 gasp, writhing under the touch.

 

“Telamon—ah, don’t—” he complained, the air choking in his throat. He might have enjoyed the pressure if it weren’t for the vulnerability, the raw weakness of it.

 

“Didn’t you say you wanted to please me? Don’t back out now.” Telamon pressed again lightly, before relenting and pulling his hand away—for now.

 

Finally, he freed his half-hard cock. Despite wanting to fuck 007n7, he wasn’t fully hard yet.

 

“Better do something, or I’ll leave you here bound.” He untied the triton’s wrists, noting the raw red marks, though he didn’t care.

 

“Mhm, don’t worry—I know exactly what you need.” 007n7 rose quickly, crashing their mouths together in a rough kiss.

 

He wasted no time, their teeth clashing in a messy rhythm until Telamon grabbed his hair and yanked back. The triton gasped, and Telamon seized the chance to slide his tongue inside, dominating.

 

007n7 moaned into him, fighting to take back control but failing.

 

Telamon shoved him back down, savoring every sound, every metallic taste on his tongue.

 

Still, 007n7’s hands explored him—stroking his cock, teasing it up and down, squeezing at intervals. His other hand caressed Telamon’s wings, over-stimulating the deity.

 

Telamon groaned against his ear, face burying into his neck.

 

“Don’t bite too hard.” 007n7 warned as Telamon’s fangs grazed his skin, near the delicate gills.

 

“I told you to shut up.” Telamon growled, kissing trails along his sensitive flesh.

 

Small, desperate moans spilled from 007n7, his hips lifting, his body writhing beneath him.

 

His scales glistened with slick, his opening twitching, already stretched and drooling.

 

“Then hurry the fuck up.” He snapped when Telamon nipped him.

 

The deity trembled from the stimulation, finally fully hard. He traced his fingers along the slick entrance, circling and teasing.

 

"Someone has to teach you your place." He pushed a finger in, but 007n7 didn't budge. He pulled away from 007n7's neck, preferring that the merman not have any advantage over him.

 

He stood up and yanked 007n7 towards him forcefully, pushing him against the rocky wall and eliciting a cry of pain.

 

007n7's tail braced against the sand, pushing upwards. Fortunately, Telamon was there to support him, letting him lean back against his chest while burying one of his hands into 007n7's hip.

 

He licked 007n7's neck, savoring the salty taste of the sea with a hint of seafood, not that he minded the flavor. It was unusual, but not something he hadn't eaten or tasted before.

 

He licked 007n7's gills, biting the vulnerable spot to feel 007n7's body tremble under his control.

 

He pulled back when 007n7's claws grazed against his back, near his wings.

 

He watched 007n7's face turn a bright red, noticing how sensitive he was and how the sun was starting to beat down directly on him. Although it didn't seem to bother him, only the discomfort of the sand beneath him.

 

007n7's chest rose and fell rapidly, his gasps and moans starting to escape those thin, rosy lips, making Telamon want to devour him.

 

007n7's eyes locked onto his, desire and lust shining within them.

 

"You like the view." It wasn't a question, but a statement that couldn't be denied; only silence spoke. 007n7 smirked when he didn't receive any response.

 

Telamon pushed in, feeling 007n7's warm walls clamp down on his finger hungrily. A small, sharp cry escaped 007n7's throat, but he threw his head back and pushed upwards.

 

"Come on, I've taken worse." He lied blatantly, but hoped his hole would resist, or at least that's what he expected.

 

"You keep saying that until you believe it." Telamon growled as he pulled his viscous finger out. Well, he wasn't going to waste this opportunity.

 

He started to play a bit more, his cock held by one hand and guiding it towards 007n7's dripping hole.

 

"Don't think you're the biggest I've taken." He said between breaths, panting between each word as he endured the stretching and slow intrusion.

 

Sure, it wasn't the longest, just enough to graze his pleasure spot, but the thickness made up for the delicious burn of the stretch.

 

He arched his back when Telamon hit bottom. Telamon's cock throbbed inside him, tracing his channel until it hit a special spot.

 

It was loud, and Telamon enjoyed hearing how 007n7 started to yield under his power, unable to do anything to pull away or take control.

 

"You love pleasing me, don't you?" He groaned against what he assumed was 007n7's ear. Actually, it was a fin, but 007n7 seemed to receive his comment.

 

There was no movement, appreciating the warmth and wetness of 007n7's hole. So good that he was about to give in and stay there forever.

 

"The pleased one seems to be another. Feels good, right?" He teased while pushing his hips against Telamon, starting to move with his cock inside.

 

Telamon held him tightly, both hands burying their claws into 007n7's hips, causing superficial wounds.

 

"Agh- Start moving." He ordered, wanting more friction and stimulation.

 

"I know how to do it, just follow my rhythm." He smiled and without warning, pulled out completely, only to thrust back in with more force and start fucking him.

 

007n7 let out a sharp cry when his sweet spot was hit with force and precision, waiting for Telamon to start going faster.

 

Unfortunately for him, Telamon set a punishing rhythm, slow and hard, just to start tearing apart 007n7's desperate and anxious attitude.

 

He writhed in the grip, starting to feel overwhelmed by Telamon's rhythm. He didn't want to finish before the deity, he had to show his power over the deity, but it was costing him not to give in.

 

Telamon didn't hesitate with any of his movements, despite all his willpower, he kept it slow and sure.

 

He licked the small tears that started to escape 007n7's bright eyes, pleased to see him squirm with each movement.

 

He smiled with amusement at hearing 007n7's moans start to escape his lips, uncontrolled and unfiltered.

 

He buried his face against 007n7's neck, listening to his ragged breathing.

It was even stranger; he didn't know if 007n7 was really out of breath from all the moaning or because he was slamming his entire body against a wall. It didn't seem to have any logic or be united, unlike a human body or his own.

 

He was fucking someone maritime, that made even less sense.

 

007n7's hands roamed Telamon's back, trying to hold onto something and return to the terrestrial world.

 

Telamon let him this time, feeling the cold hands brush against his wings and making him shiver. For a moment, he felt he wouldn't support the weight of both, but he managed and stayed firm.

 

"Damn, you don't know how to please me." He complained between breaths, wanting to provoke the deity.

 

"There's no one better than me in bed, you should feel lucky." He growled as he penetrated him forcefully, letting himself be carried away by his instinct.

 

007n7 smiled with amusement when he achieved his goal, only to cry out from the unexpected emptiness.

 

"Say something more, remember you have no control here." He warned while keeping the tip near 007n7's eager hole, waiting for him to beg with need.

 

"Uhm- no, please." He cried when his body started to betray him, seeking his own release and pleasure. He didn't want to give in.

 

"What, please? I can leave you and get something better than you, darling." He knew it was a hard blow to 007n7's ego.

 

"No, please. Continue. I'll behave, don't leave me here." He cried in desperation, he was so close. Also, his more sensitive side was coming out.

 

"Good boy. Ready to please me, right?" He smiled smugly when 007n7 started to behave as he should, offering himself and respecting him.

 

"Yes! Please, don't stop." He begged with more tears in his eyes, feeling how close he was.

 

Telamon started a new rhythm, faster and more brutal, constantly hitting 007n7's sweet spot.

 

His eyes rolled back from the pleasure, unable to avoid clamping down on Telamon to cause him stimulation, inviting him to keep going inside him.

 

The sound of skin slapping was muffled by the immense space and the waves crashing in the background.

 

007n7 leaned back on his tail when Telamon started to tremble from the grip, helping both to keep chasing the pleasure of the moment.

 

Neither stopped, they set a fierce rhythm that satisfied both.

 

"I know no one else can make you feel what I make you feel." Telamon smiled at the thought; hearing 007n7 scream his name while having someone else inside him.

 

He felt 007n7's hole clamp down even more, the triton's body started to tremble unexpectedly, only to milk his cock with more juice.

 

007n7 collapsed for a few seconds, before regaining consciousness and continuing to receive Telamon's cock.

 

"Did you finish? I didn't even give you permission to do that." His gruff voice sent waves of electricity through 007n7's poor body, making him tremble even more.

 

"I'm sorry- Please, forgive me." He cried as Telamon kept pushing inside him. It hurt too much, but his body kept taking it so well.

 

"It's okay, darling, I suppose you deserve it." He watched more tears stain 007n7's destroyed face. "You're being a good boy." He praised while burying himself with more force.

 

007n7 started to scream, lost in the new sensations.

 

"Come on, scream my name. I'm the one making you see stars. I deserve it, right?" It was an order, but he wanted to know how far 007n7's consciousness had gone.

 

"YES! OH TELAMON! You feel so good inside me." He screamed shamelessly, finally giving up all control and behaving like a slut.

 

"That's it. What a pretty mermaid for me." The term came out so naturally.

 

007n7 growled instinctively, but he didn't have the strength to seek any retort.

He rested his head on Telamon's sweaty shoulder, licking and biting while keeping himself occupied and awake.

 

Telamon never stopped despite his crying, but 007n7 was fine with that, he let him keep feeling this sensation. It was an overwhelming and painful pleasure, but he held onto it and enjoyed it.

 

He kept screaming and moaning Telamon's name despite his throat starting to hurt. He kept receiving Telamon's cock because he was a good boy.

 

After what seemed like hours, Telamon's thrusts started to lose their rhythm, slipping in and out of 007n7 until he finally came inside the triton.

 

Pumping semen and filling his poor, abused hole. He really should remember not to fuck a deity again.

 

So full and warm, his walls worked to milk out every last drop.

 

His body collapsed against the wall, tired of supporting his own weight despite surely having Telamon's claws buried in his hips.

 

He groaned when Telamon pulled out, leaking and expelling his seed from his genital. His head was still in a daze, unable to process much.

 

Telamon released him after a few seconds, letting him slide down the wall until he sat on the itchy sand.

 

The tears dried, but a trail of them marked his flushed cheeks. He panted, trying to recover his breath, the energy enough to leave.

 

There was a movement near him, but he couldn't open his eyes.

 

"Uhm- no more, please." He begged as Telamon inserted two fingers.

 

He didn't listen and kept pushing, making sure his semen didn't go to waste and stayed impregnated inside 007n7.

 

How he wished 007n7 was truly human, at least. Unfortunately, their races can't mate properly unless one of their bodies is modified...

 

He watched with great fascination as 007n7 writhed on his fingers, still sucking despite the overstimulation they were feeling.

007n7's face was as destroyed as his hole, which only encouraged him to push with more force, just for fun.

 

Once satisfied, he pulled his fingers out and brought them to 007n7's lips, placing the mixture of semen like it was lipstick.

 

"So pretty, full and marked with my semen. Don't you like it?" He didn't wait for any response, knowing 007n7 didn't have the strength to speak.

 

So beautiful beneath him, destroyed outside and in. Marked with his teeth, his claws, his semen.

 

Telamon decided to stay with him. He dressed again, watching as the night started to fall and the sea approached dangerously close to them.

 

Taking advantage of 007n7's weakness, he placed him over his shoulder and activated a portal leading to his mansion. The pool should serve for now.

 

Builderman shouldn't mind if he acquires something dangerous, he would make sure to keep him under control and couldn't wait to put the stupid triton in his place.

 

Notes:

007n7 prefers the term "merman." But he's too vain to use that term and sometimes fantasizes about using mermaids.
But it's mentioned that 007n7 had encounters with other humans, although it is not explicit. In these encounters, he has realized that AMAB and AFAB have different genitals than him, something that disconcerted him and made him doubt his gender.
So whenever someone has a dick, they have the need to dominate it to make themselves feel better and make the other person feel inferior. Yeah, that sucks.

So if he uses he/him but he doesn't really know what to call himself, so he doesn't mind what they call him, as long as he's not a siren.

Uhm And yes, Telamon kidnapped 007n7 at the end.

I'm working on more Everyone/007n7 and I'm excited, I have 3 pending works with them that I'm writing at the same time and I'm getting confused sometimes, but it's exciting👅

I have something to say. Something to ask you. You have to tell me the truth.

 

 

Dude, I really appreciate your concern, but I feel like you're trying to tell me something... I mean, this isn't the first time I've been told that, can you see the future?🥺
Like final destination or something? Lol

Chapter 35: 007n7/Multi 🔥 — Bunny or something to eat

Summary:

the specture tries smth new whatsoever igg and Basicallyyyy they get spawned to ig a casino type map, like-has the themes of a club(man idk) but yeah they all get cool outfits yk for this map however... 007n7 would be put in a rabbit costume. (IM SORRY)

Not sure whether harem or a chance7n7 pairing but ehhh ur choice!
(By any chance u could add in themes of jealousy and HEAVY flirting

—Buttholetickler88

Notes:

Yes, I'm still a bit bad with titles. Let me mention the ships that appear in the episode. Why isn't it 007n7/Everyone

Luckyhacker
BurgerDebt
ChickenBurger
PoisonBurger
PizzaBurger
VoidBurger

I couldn't decide, but everyone has their moment (some more than others)

If you squint:
1337n7
BuilderBurger

⚠️TW: Light dudcon ig. And harassment.
Yes... This is what my girlfriend told me I should warn you about.

EDIT: APOLOGIES TO THOSE WHO READ THIS AS SOON AS IT WAS POSTED! I had no idea this had been converted from English to Spanish, but I fixed it now. Thanks for letting me know :p

 It was as ordinary a day as the Specter would allow.

 

Everyone did what they were supposed to in that hell. Not that it mattered much anymore—everyone had grown used to it.

 

There were nights of games and training when boredom got too heavy, though it didn’t happen often since they were always too exhausted to try anything.

 

That didn’t amuse the Specter, so it shoved its filthy hands into the dimension, creating new scenarios to stir up chaos and entertain itself.

 

So, after the second round, a large box appeared on the table of the main cabin, leaving everyone curious.

 

“Come on, I’m sure it’s not a bomb.” Chance shrugged when the others complained about his suggestion that someone open the enormous box.

 

“Then step up, dummy.” Elliot shoved him forward, egging his friend on to open it.

 

“Elliot, no risk, no reward.” Chance flipped his coin into the air, hoping for a bit of luck—only to see a notification appear: Weakness I.

 

Elliot and Shedletsky chuckled under their breath but stayed quiet and walked away along with the others.

 

Chance glanced back, hoping someone would volunteer. He put on his best puppy-dog eyes, staring directly at one particular survivor who lingered in the farthest corner, clearly waiting for a chance to slip away.

 

007n7 sighed and began walking over, unable to resist Chance’s face. The gamblers grinned, taking 007n7 by the arm and pushing him toward the box.

 

007n7 readied his panel, half-expecting the thing to blow up in his face.

 

He opened it carefully, one eye squeezed shut in anticipation of an explosion that never came.

 

Everyone watched his confused expression as he reached inside and pulled out a sealed envelope. He looked around at the others, waiting for someone to tell him what to do.

 

Guest, pitying the single father, stepped in and gently took the envelope, letting 007n7 keep inspecting the box.

 

He cleared his throat to catch everyone’s attention.

 

 “Dear survivors, due to the lack of training, I have decided to be the compassionate being I am and grant you a little dinner and some entertainment.

 

You are all excused from your tasks and are cordially invited to dine at the little place I’ve prepared for you.

 

I even took the trouble of preparing suits for the occasion—each one perfectly tailored to your exact measurements, respecting your tastes! Isn’t that great?”

 

Guest finished reading, laughing a little in confusion at the invitation.

 

“Look on the bright side—it means we won’t have to run today.” Chance flipped his coin again, grinning when no weakness appeared this time.

 

“Are we going? I mean, it’s the first time the Specter has contacted us like this,” Elliot muttered uncertainly, thinking about the motives behind the invitation.

 

“Not much we can do. Maybe it’s just bored.” Builderman replied as he walked over to 007n7.

 

They pulled out several smaller boxes, each with their names on them.

 

Builderman opened his, finding a tuxedo with a bowtie. On top of the suit was a small note: Diner.

 

“Looks like we’ve got some roles.” He mentioned as he began handing out each box.

 

“Roles? Like… we have to play the part they give us? Roleplay?” Noob said nervously while opening his own box. “Diner.” He sighed with relief.

 

“Well, what a surprise.” Elliot looked at both boxes. Apparently, they would all be diners, but some would have extra roles. For him, cooking. Thrilling, he thought bitterly.

 

“👆😄🥳😋” Taph flapped his little wings in excitement as 007n7 handed him his box.

 

“Come on, Elliot, don’t get discouraged.” Chance slung an arm over Elliot’s shoulders, eyeing the chef’s outfit and the fancy suit of the pizzamaker. “Guess that means we’re having pizza.”

 

“Hopefully there’s more to cook.” He glanced sideways at 007n7, knowing the man would love to cook again. Would he ask for help?

 

Eventually, everyone had their suits, though some left them unopened to keep the surprise.

 

“It’ll be fun, right guys?” Chance’s smile never left his face, though his body betrayed him—he was trembling with nerves.

 

“Open your damn box.” Builderman ordered when he noticed Chance’s nervous tic.

 

“Come on, it’s a surprise.” He tried to walk away but was stopped by Shedletsky, who patted his shoulder.

 

“Don’t be boring.” He snatched the box from Chance’s hands and revealed a bright red suit.

 

“Looks just like Chance.” Elliot muttered while reading the role card. “Perverted Host? What? What the hell does that even mean?”

 

“A creep? Not exactly surprising.” Builderman rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed with the gamblers’ assigned role.

 

“What? I’m not! They just fall at my feet and hey! I can’t help but give in.” He tried to excuse himself, but each word dug him deeper.

 

“Chance, shut up.” Elliot rubbed his eyes, listening to every pathetic excuse.

 

“I swear! I’m not—” Before he could finish, everything went dark.

 

Music boomed throughout the place. They all found themselves in a different part of the map, already in their suits and assigned positions.

 

The music put them on edge somehow. The place was large and bright, a strange mix between a casino and a restaurant.

 

“Chance!” someone shouted before an explosion went off.

 

“Ah, I might’ve forgotten to mention there are more guests! I hope everyone behaves. I’d hate to clean this place up.” The threat echoed through the room, freezing the chaos.

 

“Perverted Host? More like murdered host.” Chance joked as he got back up, nervous about having to deal with four killers and their lackeys.

 

“What the hell is going on?” Builderman stepped closer with Shedletsky, not wanting the gamblers at a disadvantage.

 

“That’s what I’d like to know.” Mafioso frowned, flanked by his mafialings.

 

“Seems like we’re in for a pleasant dinner with you lot.” Contractee’s smile wasn’t friendly, but he didn’t seem eager to fight either.

 

“Y-yeah. I don’t even know where everything is yet. You can look around without making a mess, right?” Chance slipped away from Mafioso and 1x1x1x1, not wanting to deal with them.

 

“You’re a terrible host.” Consigliere stepped up to Chance, draping an arm over his shoulders and forcing him toward his boss.

 

“Yeah, my bad hehe. We can do a tour.” He scowled but stayed firm, signaling the others to carry on.

 

Somehow, everyone acted as if nothing happened, taking seats at tables and trying to ignore their opponents.

 

Most were there, minding their own business—until Noob and Builderman noticed two survivors missing.

 

“Where could they be?” Builderman wondered about what roles they might’ve been given.

 

“Guest?” Noob approached cautiously, spotting the man shielding something on one of the pillars at the corner of the place.

 

The others turned, curious as Guest tried to hide it. They noticed trembling legs, shiny heels, and sheer black stockings covering skin.

 

“Who’ve you got there?” Chance asked, amused, thinking the Specter had finally brought in a woman to entertain them.

 

His grin faltered for a second but quickly returned as he saw 007n7’s flushed face.

 

The poor man was trying to cover himself with shaky hands, especially his crotch. He wore a tight leather outfit hugging his figure, a corset that forced his back straight, a small bowtie collar, and a fluffy bunny tail poking out from behind. Chance burst into laughter.

 

Guest shot him a glare, blushing at how close 007n7 pressed into him, seeking warmth in that cold room. He opened his jacket and let 007n7 inside his space, shielding him.

 

“Chance.” Guest’s tone warned the gamblers to shut up, not liking the predatory look in Chance’s eyes. Chance I ignore Guest's warning and gaze.

 

“Come on, let everyone admire you, 007n7.” He purred, gently taking 007n7’s arm.

 

Guest tried to hide him again, but Chance was faster, yanking 007n7 against his chest.

 

Some gaped in shock, others looked uncomfortable, while a few genuinely enjoyed the sight and whispered jokes to each other.

 

“‘Respecting your tastes.’ So, 007n7, you like being a naughty bunny?” Chance teased before Guest punched him. “What was that for? I’m just playing my role.” He lied shamelessly, dodging another swing.

 

“Though it does suit you.” Shedletsky added, eyeing him from head to toe, making 007n7 squirm under all the stares.

 

He tried to cover his crotch, heat burning through him from humiliation.

 

Shedletsky and Chance exchanged amused looks but didn’t act further.

 

“Order whatever you like! Our waiter will be happy to serve you. Just remember—no chaos or explosions.”

 

 

The voice echoed across the walls, reaching everyone.

 

007n7’s face paled, but he stayed steady. Chance’s hand slid onto his lower back, nudging him toward what looked like a bar.

 

“Well, you’ve got waiter duties—y’know, serving us.” He patted 007n7’s shoulder, trying to comfort him despite the distraction.

“Keep our guests happy, alright? A smile won’t kill you.” He cupped 007n7’s cheeks and squeezed them.

 

The man flushed but steadied his breathing until he calmed down.

 

He picked up the trays with practiced hands—he’d worked as a waiter before, after all. Now came the real challenge.

 

007n7 didn’t mind serving the others, but the outfit was far too tight, forcing his back straight. The heels made him feel like he’d trip any second and spill drinks on someone—what a shame that would be. And the lack of coverage in certain spots left him feeling exposed, shivering in the cold atmosphere.

 

Each step made him tremble, but he kept his eyes forward as some of his companions asked for drinks. Thankfully, there was no alcohol, which helped him feel a little more at ease.

 

After a few minutes, he grew more comfortable in the heels, though still annoyed at the outfit. Even when Guest or Builderman tried to offer their coats, the Specter made it clear he wouldn’t let them spoil his fun.

 

Reluctantly, they stopped insisting, but kept watch in case anyone tried to harm 007n7.

 

Unfortunately, he had to serve the killers too. Every look and whisper made him shiver, fear gripping him with each step.

 

“Hey, doll, bring us three glasses of water and five of juice.” Caporegime ordered with a smirk, watching the ex-hacker blush so easily.

 

They had to admit—it was fun seeing the one who caused them so much trouble in the rounds reduced to a trembling, embarrassed mess.

 

“Don’t be shy, pretty boy.” Contractee and Soldier got more playful. Contractee tugged on the bunny tail—disappointed to find it fake, but amused by how violently 007n7 shuddered at the touch near his ass. Soldier chuckled, twirling a fork in his fingers as his eyes lingered on 007n7’s legs.

 

007n7 stayed firm and walked off with their order.

 

Much to his own dismay, he found himself… almost enjoying the compliments. Flustered, but unable to reject them.

 

That faded the moment he approached 1x1x1x1’s table and remembered he was still in hell.

 

From the shadows, Noli emerged with a mocking grin spread across half its face. It rested its chin in its hands, eyes locked on 007n7.

 

“Looks like you miss acting like a slut, Sev. Just like the old days.” It purred, one tendril curling around his ankle.

 

007n7 didn’t respond to Noli’s words, but he did react to the grip on his ankle. He stumbled, only for Noli to catch him.

 

1x1x1x1 laughed cruelly at the pathetic sight, amused by seeing one of his most irritating opponents reduced to a bunny-suited waiter—it was funny, in its own way.

 

“The old days?” 1x1x1x1 questioned, intrigued by Noli’s fun at 007n7’s expense.

 

007n7 raised a tray, ready to smash it against Noli’s head. “That’s private. All I’ll say is he used to be more fun.” It growled, releasing him.

 

Azure and Jason watched quietly. The cultists exchanged a look of pity, as if they wanted to stop the mockery, but instead kept talking among themselves, Jason ignoring the scene.

 

007n7 sighed and asked if they wanted anything. Jason and Azure were the most “respectful” about it, though he kept trembling all the while.

 

“Hey, partner. Mind if I give you a hand?” TwoTime slipped up silently, making 007n7 jump.

 

“You can?” He raised an eyebrow, curious—he thought TwoTime had been assigned diner.

 

“The Great Spawn gave us a task. We need to get close to our target.” They explained briefly, taking the drink tray. “Don’t worry, we’ll handle this one.”

 

007n7 gave them a small, grateful smile, though his concern grew when Azure suddenly lunged at TwoTime. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

 

The others ignored them—cultists had their own drama to deal with—though they happily took the distraction, giving 007n7 some breathing room.

 

Eventually, he returned to the mafia table with more drinks.

 

Mafioso felt strange watching 007n7 in that outfit. Sure, he’d always known the single father was cute, but never thought a sexy suit could completely derail his thoughts.

 

He pulled 007n7 into his lap, not letting him run off or hide his flushed face. He didn’t know why he was acting like this—some deep instinct gnawed at him—but he didn’t hate it.

 

One arm wrapped around 007n7’s waist, the other tilting his chin up.

 

He savored the man’s nerves and embarrassment, delighting in how he squirmed, struggling in his grip.

 

Chance and Noli watched from afar. If looks could kill, Mafioso would’ve been six feet under.

 

Mafioso leaned close to 007n7’s neck, licking it, grinning when a soft gasp escaped his lips.

 

“Don’t you wanna bounce like a bunny on my carrot?” Mafioso whispered in his ear, feeling the man’s body shudder at his words.

 

007n7 went silent, unable to respond. In the past, maybe he would’ve flirted back, but here, with comrades and enemies watching, he could only feel humiliated.

 

The mafialings snickered, holding back crude jokes when they saw his discomfort.

 

They kept whispering, casting glances at him until 007n7 curled against Mafioso’s chest, trying to hide. Thankfully, Mafioso understood, smiling as he opened his coat to shield the exposed man, noticing the others’ irritated stares.

 

He stroked 007n7’s thighs, enjoying the way the man squealed softly and trembled again. His face burned from the intimate touch, yet he lacked the will—or strength—to pull away.

 

Instead, he sank deeper into Mafioso’s chest, hiding his face, stifling every sound to avoid further humiliation.

 

That was until a tendril slithered around his legs, squeezing tight. He growled at the sudden pressure, glaring at Noli across the room.

 

Consigliere drew a hidden dagger and slashed through the tendril at 007n7’s feet, freeing him.

 

Noli acted indifferent, looking away as if nothing happened. Maybe it was used to seeing 007n7 with other men, but it still stung to have its touch rejected from the start.

 

A bell rang, signaling the food was ready. Uncomfortable under so many eyes, 007n7 stood and slipped into the kitchen.

 

He sighed when the doors shut behind him, finally giving him privacy.

 

He wandered the halls and found the kitchen quickly, stopping at the corner of the doorway—he didn’t want Elliot to see him like this.

 

Peeking inside, he saw the cook’s back turned. He seized the chance to grab a few trays and head back.

 

Elliot turned when he heard footsteps leaving, baffled to catch a glimpse of a bunny tail vanishing around the corner.

 

007n7 steadied his breathing before stepping out again. Confident and professional, he ignored the comments directed at him—until Chance smacked his ass.

 

He froze, eyes dropping to the floor.

 

The sound echoed across the room, silencing everyone, attention fixed on him and Chance’s hand on his ass.

 

That sucks. Builderman kicked Chance under the table, forcing him to let go.

 

“Next time I won’t be so merciful,” he warned, resuming his conversation with Dusk.

 

Chance just grinned, squeezing one last time and earning a soft gasp before finally pulling his hand away.

 

“Are you the main course? I hope so.” Chance whispered before letting him go.

 

“After dinner, I’ve got something special planned for our evening. Can you guess what dessert is?” 007n7 teased back, his face heating up, adrenaline sparking in his veins.

 

Chance’s smile widened as he stood and grabbed 007n7 by the waist. Some glanced their way, but most kept enjoying the fine food.

 

“Then I’ll be waiting eagerly for dessert.” Chance whispered into his ear, not caring where they went—he only wanted privacy.

 

“I’m sure it’ll run out fast with everyone else around.” 007n7 muttered, hands sweating, a strange knot forming in his stomach.

 

A small cry escaped his lips when he was pushed against a wall, hidden from the others. Chance planted his palms on either side of 007n7’s head, trapping him there.

 

“Temptations like you deserve sins like me.” Chance didn’t close the gap completely—he only enjoyed provoking him.

 

Feeling bold, 007n7 leaned closer, desperate in a way he couldn’t explain, his lips almost touching Chance’s—

 

Until a tendril yanked at Chance’s red jacket, pulling him back.

 

Noli leaned lazily against a nearby pillar.

 

“You’re no fun either, Noli.” 007n7 rolled his eyes and left, annoyed, leaving the two alone.

 

007n7 returned to the kitchen, grabbing more trays to avoid making extra trips.

 

Elliot was putting on his black suit, ignoring him—perfect distraction to sneak in, grab the dishes, and leave unseen.

 

If being humiliated out there was bad enough, he’d rather die than let Elliot see him like this.

 

“So you’re the one taking my dishes.” Elliot’s voice cut through the kitchen. He wiped his hands, removing his chef’s coat—now just another guest.

 

“I—I thought they were ready since the bell rang for dinner.” 007n7 stammered, setting the plates down nervously.

 

“Well, I thought it was a thief… but looks like it’s a… bunny?” His eyes trailed over the ridiculous outfit, confused by the Specter’s choice.

 

The silence grew heavy. 007n7 squirmed under Elliot’s gaze, not wanting him to see him like this—especially knowing his history with him, the torment he’d suffered in the past.

 

“Why are you dressed like that?” Elliot stepped closer, taking the trays from his hands.

 

“Entertain…?” 007n7 muttered, unsure of the real reason himself, though part of him was beginning to feel oddly comfortable in it.

 

Elliot shook his head, grabbing his hand and raising it, spinning him on his heels.

 

The sudden movement made him trip over his own feet. Elliot caught him easily, smirking as 007n7 tumbled into his chest.

 

The smug smile only deepened the ex-hacker’s scowl.

 

“Don’t look at me like that—you know you deserve this.” Elliot muttered, but didn’t hurt him.

 

“They’re waiting for the food.” 007n7 tried to pull away, but ended up leaning against Elliot’s chest. So warm.

 

Then Elliot suddenly pushed him back against the wall, a strange desire flickering in his eyes.

 

“Imagine you as the main course, passed from table to table, letting everyone have a taste.” Elliot pressed closer, forcing 007n7’s legs apart with his knee.

 

“N-no, Elliot…” His face burned hot. He’d never thought about… voyeurism? Exhibition? Whatever this was, now he couldn’t stop imagining it.

 

Passing from hand to hand, touched by everyone without exception. Although some even had the audacity to touch it a few moments ago.

 

He gasped when Elliot kissed his neck—only for Chance to interrupt.

 

“Man, I didn’t hire a cook to screw around with my waiter.” Chance joked, catching them mid-act. Oddly, he didn’t sound mad—if anything, he preferred this over seeing Mafioso with him.

 

Elliot pulled back reluctantly, squeezing his waist one last time before returning to the dishes.

 

“Sorry about that. I got carried away.” His grin didn’t fade as he licked his lips, watching 007n7 shrink against the wall like prey.

 

“Guess you can’t help but appreciate something well made.” Chance teased, making 007n7 blush even more. The compliments felt good… but he’d never admit it.

 

“I—I’ll just keep serving the food.” He slipped between the two men, still feeling their stares burn into his back.

 

At last, it was the final tray. He sighed in relief, desperate to hide away once it was done. After serving everyone—including Elliot, who was laughing with Chance and Shedletsky—he managed to vanish from sight.

 

The tense atmosphere faded, giving survivors a brief breath of peace.

 

Until suddenly, the lights cut out. A glowing timer appeared above them.

 

“Let the fun begin."

 

The killers grinned, weapons returning to their hands. Survivors’ faces paled.

 

Chaos erupted instantly—survivors scattering, killers lunging.

 

Noob and 007n7 ran together, knowing they couldn’t hold their own. But independence had always made them prime targets.

 

“Come here.” 1x1x1x1 growled, lunging at 007n7 while Noli kept Shedletsky busy.

 

And before he could release a clone a wave of infection froze 007n7 just long enough for 1x1x1x1 to close in. “You’re not a pretty thing?” It hissed, grabbing his waist with a cold hand.

 

“Excuse me?” He blinked, stunned. Of all people, he never thought this creature of hate would flirt—especially with him.

 

His face flared as he was shoved against the wall, 1x1x1x1’s breath ghosting his neck, tongue tasting his fear.

 

“Behave, and stay here.” Chains snaked around his legs, binding him tight.

 

007n7 frowned as 1x1x1x1 walked away, leaving him with a clear order. How strange they were today.

 

Scowling, he slid down the wall, his glasses cracking at the corner. His spider clone skittered off to hide, leaving 007n7 helpless.

 

From the shadows, Shedletsky appeared.

 

“Need some help, darling?” His grin made 007n7 tremble. He only nodded.

 

Shedletsky knelt, breaking the poisoned chains with a grimace, but not without sliding his hands along 007n7’s body, squeezing shamelessly.

 

“Shedletsky! Don’t be a brute!” He yelped when his thigh was pinched hard.

 

“Sorry, couldn’t resist with you in my hands like this.” He chuckled, freeing the last chain and hauling him up. “Come on, Taph’s got a safe spot with Builderman.” He grabbed his hand, forcing him to run.

 

“Heels, Shedletsky.” 007n7 groaned, stumbling.

 

“Oops, forgot.” Scratching his neck, he quickly scooped 007n7 up bridal-style.

 

The elegant hall had turned to rubble, dust and explosions shaking the ground.

 

“Where do you think you’re going with my bunny?” Mafioso snarled, slamming into Shedletsky, forcing him to drop 007n7.

 

Shedletsky pulled 007n7 aside and ordered him to run and hide. The man fled to a dark corner, using a clone to distract the mafialings chasing him.

 

Panting, he hid behind a pillar, furious that both allies and enemies seemed more interested in his ass than survival.

 

Before he could teleport, a strong hand stopped him.

 

“You can’t hide from me, darling.” Mafioso purred, wrapping his arms around him, pressing him into his coat.

 

All around, the fight raged—survivors dwindling fast against four killers at once.

 

Laughter echoed. A sword hit the ground.

 

007n7 froze—should he escape and risk death, or stay under Mafioso’s protection?

 

The killer squeezed him tighter, enjoying his struggles.

 

“I bet you’re hiding something under that coat.” Chance’s voice cut in, making 007n7 shiver.

 

“Wanna see?” Mafioso taunted, keeping 007n7 pressed close.

 

“You won’t hurt him?” Chance aimed his gun, knowing it’d do little.

 

“No one touches what’s mine.” Mafioso growled. Chance looked at Mafioso with squinted eyes, searching for any lie or sign of betrayal.

 

The words made 007n7 blush, but he ignored them.

 

Chance hesitated, then moved behind Mafioso, wrapping 007n7 in his own arms, too.

 

Mafioso rolled his eyes but allowed it, offering a tense truce with the gamblers.

 

007n7 tried to breathe as Chance’s hands roamed, pretending to comfort him.

 

“Here.” Mafioso finally removed his coat, draping it over them both.

 

007n7 blinked—he’d feared Mafioso would push him down and take him against the wall, but now… he almost seemed calm. Chance too, though his hands still wandered.

 

Maybe the Specter’s influence? That strange voice in his head no one else seemed to hear.

 

The three sat in silence. 007n7 seized the moment to rip off the painful corset and heels.

 

Chance gladly helped untie the laces, smirking when his hand brushed lower.

 

“What? Slipped.” He lied when 007n7 glared.

 

Mafioso nearly punched him, but they were ambushed.

 

Shedletsky shoved Mafioso, slashing his arm with a sword. “I don’t feel pain.” Mafioso muttered, trusting Chance to guard his prize.

 

But Noli crept near.

 

Chance fired, hitting it, dragging 007n7 along. “Taph should be around that corner. Go!” He shot again, hitting the mark, enraging Noli further.

 

Chance gave him enough time for 007n7 to slip away and get away from Noli.

 

“D0N’T G3T LU¢K¥.” 007n7 only heard Noli's furious scream and then an explosion. A star exploded, knocking Chance back into the main lodge.

 

007n7 stumbled to Taph, Noli’s illusion on his heels.

 

“😅👋” Taph waved cheerfully, working on another bomb.

 

007n7 waved back, trying to catch his breath after running too far, feeling pain in his feet from walking barefoot.

 

The two crouched against the wall, breath ragged—until Noli returned.

 

“This guy just won’t quit.” 007n7 thought, shoving Taph into cover as bombs detonated, blinding them both.

 

“DAMN DEMOLISHER.” Noli roared, seeking Taph.

 

007n7 had to distract him.

 

He threw a clone forward, but Noli slammed him against the wall, tendrils binding his wrists and legs apart.

 

“D0n’t m3dd\e.” It hissed, gripping him tighter.

 

“Ah! Noli—” He cried out, the tendrils squeezing too tight. Attention turned to him, allowing Taph to remain hidden. It was what he needed to distract Noli.

 

“You’v3 gott£n m0r3 sensit¡ve. D0 you l!ke it?” Noli mocked, caressing his thighs. 

 

He frowned at how predictable the killer was.

 

007n7 didn't respond, sparking a fury within Noli. “AN$weR M3!” The binds tightened, tears pricking his eyes.

 

“Y-yes!” He sobbed, humiliated, especially with Taph nearby.

 

“Always begging for attention. I bet you asked the Specter for that suit, you little tease.” Noli snarled, prying his legs wider.

 

“N-no! I swear!” He cried, trembling as Noli’s cold body pressed closer.

 

Taph seized the moment, tossing another bomb, blinding them again, and yanking 007n7 free.

 

Together, they ran, killers hot on their trail—until the timer finally ran out.

 

The Specter, merciful for once, transported them all back to the main lodge.

 

Exhausted survivors slumped, having faced five killers at once.

 

“✅🥳🥺” Taph’s wings fluttered proudly.

 

“Good job, at least some of you made it.” Shedletsky muttered, wincing at his wounds.

 

007n7 accepted Guest’s coat gratefully, letting a sigh of relief escape those lips as he felt more comfortable and warm

 

“🫵✅➡️💨💥🕴️🗡️👯‍♂️😏”

 

“Good job distracting the killers with your… outfit.” Dusekkar translated, looking away, not wanting to translate Taph's entire sentence.

 

“Oh, uh—”

 

“I’m sure we’re all tired. Let’s return to our cabins,” Guest ordered as 007n7 began to stammer, searching for something to say about his outfit. 

 

Builderman agreed, wanting this whole situation to end. “Okay, everyone has heard. I hope this has helped us not to let our guard down.” shoving Shedletsky away before he could say more, his eyes fixed hungrily on 007n7.

 

One by one, the survivors left. Guest glanced for 007n7, but he’d already vanished. He sighed, following Elliot instead.

 

He just hopes that 007n7 is okay and that he will recover from this whole embarrassing situation.

 

---

 

“Chance!” 007n7 moaned as clothes were hastily stripped away.

 

“Bet everyone’s gonna hear how loud you are. Keep quiet.” Chance whispered against his neck, hands squeezing his ass.

 

“I didn’t think you’d actually want this.” He gasped, legs wrapping around Chance’s waist.

 

“Well, I’m willing to waste a little time if it means pounding this tempting ass.” Chance silenced him with a hungry kiss.

 

After a night of endless teasing, finally—he had what he wanted.

 

007n7 could only moan into the kiss, giving in at last.

 

Notes:

Yes, I honestly don't think it was one of my best works, although I tried hard😞

The Noli part was a last minute thing because I realized I never added him to rounds even though he's officially in the game, not as Azure. Uhm hehe

John Doe and Guest666 and the children did not appear only because I consider the two adults to be less conscious (Especially Guest.) although John Doe is conscious at some point during the day. And children I think it's more obvious, so I won't explain it.

It made me laugh writing this OneShot, especially because of the bunny suit.

I took the liberty of ending it as a semi-apology for my last 007n7/Everyone OneShot👅

I'm crying in my room because I have one week of vacation left :( I don't want to go back to school😞

Chapter 36: 🫂🥀 1337n7 — Stupid and made for each other

Summary:

can u do guest 1337/007n7! they're already dating btw, then Noli is added, and it doesnt go well when Noli finds out.
I hc that Noli is like an obssessed FREAK over 7n7 so he is MADDD. main focus is guest 1337/7n7 and fluff between them would be cute (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。

—Buttholetickler88

Notes:

This little person's second request👅 Well, I had a completely different idea when I read the petition, but somehow I forgot and had to rewrite everything `\>n°

Ig it's hurt/comfort(? Uhm id
VoidBurger mentioned (Unilateral or platonic, it doesn't matter either way.)

I hope you like it!

007n7 had a bad feeling when he woke up. Today wouldn’t be normal, nor peaceful.

 

Of course, peace was never an option in this place, but somehow he always managed to find it in Guest’s arms.

 

And yet, this morning, a heavy dread pressed against his chest. It unsettled him more than he cared to admit—until Guest pulled him close, holding him tightly and pressing gentle kisses against his temple to calm him down.

 

It worked, at least for a while. Not until they reached the main cabin and saw everyone gathered did his unease return.

 

“Did something happen?” Guest’s tone turned sharp, ushering in a day full of tension. The sweet, tender lover was gone, replaced by the dominant soldier who protected first and asked later.

 

“Oh dear Spawn. The Great Spawn has sent us a new killer, that’s all we were told.” TwoTime spoke first, confusing the newcomers briefly, though the meaning settled in fast: a new killer had arrived.

 

“No more details?” Guest scanned the group, disappointment in his sigh. “Then stay in pairs. If something happens, scatter and regroup. Don’t ever stay alone.” His eyes fixed on 007n7, who, stubborn as ever, ignored the warning.

 

He wanted to stay with Guest, but today was not the day for comfort. Guest went with Elliot while Noob stuck by him, the two slipping into a corner.

 

“Do you think this killer’s worse than the others?” Noob asked while they worked on the last generator.

 

The round was nearly done and nobody had died yet. “Maybe he enjoys playing with his food,” 007n7 muttered, trying to guess the killer’s behavior.

“Or maybe he just doesn’t have the same bloodlust.” He tried to reassure Noob, even as he felt that same unease creeping back in.

 

“Oof—!” Noob was suddenly shoved against the generator, fear flashing in his eyes.

 

“Noob?!” 007n7 rushed closer, watching the younger one being mauled by something invisible.

 

Without hesitation, he tried to push the unseen attacker away, only to fall beside Noob—and see a strange glow shimmer across Noob’s eyes.

 

“Noob, breathe. Trust me.” He backed up just enough to give him space, making sure his voice carried. “It’s not real. Deep breaths.”

 

“What?” Noob stammered, confused, overwhelmed—only to realize in a blink that his wounds had vanished.

 

“That’s it. Stay with me. Inhale… exhale.” 007n7 guided him through every breath, wiping away the tears that had slipped down Noob’s face.

 

“What the hell was that?” Noob coughed, pulling himself upright again.

 

“I suspect a hallucination. We need to warn the others.” 007n7 offered his hand, and Noob took it immediately.

 

“I can’t go near them like this. Drink a bloxycola and run ahead to Taph and Dusekkar. Go.” He shoved him forward before Noob could argue, just as something stirred behind them.

 

The two bolted, rolling across the dirt before slamming onto the ground.

 

“Run!” 007n7 roared, giving Noob the chance to escape.

 

He saw Noob get away, leaving him pinned down, face pressed into the earth by the killer’s weight. Pain ripped through him, but he endured it, just like Guest always told him—never give the killer the satisfaction of seeing you break.

 

And then, suddenly, the pain vanished. He gasped, a jester’s card floating before him.

 

Realization hit like a stone. Just like Noob earlier—an illusion. Damn it. He only hoped Noob had reached the others to warn them about the killer’s trick.

 

Still trembling, 007n7 leaned into the damp grass, trying to steady breaths his body didn’t really need. These hallucinations could drive them all insane. He just prayed no one would fall victim to them for real.

 

Then, the generator behind him rang out like a phone.

 

“W31l wElL w£lL l0ok wh4T We hav3 h€rE.” The distorted voice pulled him back into terror, forcing him to turn.

 

Air fled his lungs as the killer rammed into him. For the first time, he saw him—and paled at the recognition.

 

The robe cloaked most of him, but the face was bare. He would recognize that drama mask anywhere… yet the exposed half of his face made 007n7’s stomach twist with disgust.

 

“N-Noli?” He choked out the name of his old friend, guilt stabbing through him. He didn’t even feel like he had the right to say it.

 

“1 s33 yoUu remwMb3r Me, S3ven.” Noli’s hand closed around his throat, cutting off his air.

 

He grinned at the way 007n7 writhed beneath him, dragging trembling fingers over his ex-friend’s body, savoring him as if nothing had changed since the old days.

 

“L00k at you NOw. We4k. VUln3rab\e.” He loosened his grip, knowing time was short before the trial ended. “C4t goT y0Ur TOngu3?” he teased, listening to 007n7 cough and wheeze.

 

“What are you doing here?” Fear cracked his voice, though he tried to hold steady. That mask of defiance shattered when Noli’s laughter rang cruel and wild.

 

“/ sh0u1d b3 4$kiNg y0u Th4t. I tH0ughT ¥Ou’d B3 w!Th Y0ur s0n… BUt N0, I $3e wh¥ y0u’r3 N0t. WhO wou/D w4nt A M0n$ter lik3 h!m? Y0U ab4nD0n€d h1m, l3fT HIM t0 th31r cLAws.” Noli relished the fury burning in 007n7’s eyes. There would be plenty of time to torment him in future rounds.

 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” 007n7 snarled, thrashing to break free.

 

Noli only laughed harder, vanishing into the dark—leaving 007n7 trembling.

 

---

 

From that moment, Guest never left 007n7’s side, terrified that Noli would harm him again.

 

007n7 flinched whenever someone crept behind him; paranoia shadowed every moment at a generator, his hands shaking as he glanced over his shoulder again and again.

 

But Guest was there—always there—offering him safety and the steady warmth he needed.

 

It took several attempts, but at last 007n7 managed to breathe again in his arms.

 

Every round with Noli, the group worked together to keep 007n7 hidden. They laughed watching Noli rage, throwing his star wildly when he couldn’t find him.

 

Noli’s frustration only grew each time—only his pathetic clones collapsing in heaps around him.

 

“Guest…” 007n7 burrowed against the soldier’s chest. It annoyed him that he couldn’t let go during an entire match, but he couldn’t help himself.

 

Guest reassured him he was fine, insisting his skills weren’t nearly as important as Taph’s or Builderman’s. “Nothing changes if you stay close,” he whispered, kissing the crown of his head, brushing back his hat and stroking his horns.

 

007n7 leaned into his touch, soaking up every word. His tail coiled around both of their legs, binding them together.

 

The others teased, calling it a chain rather than affection. Elliot and Taph shut them up with a few smacks, leaving the two men to themselves.

 

Guest encouraged him to keep doing it, claiming it made him feel wanted, special. And though it was one of 007n7’s most vulnerable gestures, he kept at it—more carefully, not wanting to tangle them both and risk the round.

 

A comfortable silence reigned, hidden away from wandering eyes. Warmth, love, and closeness—they finally had what they’d long craved, even in this hell.

 

They sighed in quiet bliss, ignoring everything else for a moment.

 

Neither of them felt Noli’s eyes watching from the darkness.

 

---

 

Noli had reached the far edge of the map, irritation bubbling at every explosion and strike he’d endured from those wretched survivors. He’d managed to take out a few, but boredom soon dragged him elsewhere.

 

He stumbled across a yellow kid and a pale, thin one—dispatching them quickly, a little rusty, but fine. He had no desire to keep tangling with the full group; they were too damn annoying.

 

Growling, he used his teleporter and reappeared by a hidden generator. He savored the silence for a heartbeat—until voices drifted from the far shadows.

 

With a wicked grin, he floated closer, concealing his star. But the grin faltered the instant he saw them.

 

007n7 curled up against another man’s chest.

 

Something ignited inside him. He scowled, biting down on the urge to make a sound.

 

The wheels in his head spun faster, scheming ways to make 007n7 suffer. A sudden ambush would leave him drowning in guilt—yes, that would sting. But when the other man’s arms tightened protectively around 007n7, something uglier burned.

 

No… it had to be more than some pathetic scare. He needed to ruin them, utterly destroy them. Because clearly, these two shared more than just comfort.

 

Was 007n7 always vanishing with this man? That explained why he never found him—he thought the whole group shielded him. But here he was, exposed, fragile in someone else’s arms.

 

He needed to act, and soon.

 

For now, he would let them stay in their fragile little bubble.

 

---

 

Noli grinned when he finally had 007n7 in his grasp, with Guest delirious and bleeding behind them.

 

007n7 sobbed hard, his skin shredded by Noli’s claws and writhing tendrils.

 

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

In an instant, everything descended into chaos.

 

It was the last round of the day. Fatigue had crept into every muscle and thought, always catching them off guard.

 

Guest and 007n7 had slipped away to hide—just as they’d practiced—content to vanish for a while and curl up in each other’s arms.

 

But they hadn’t realized Noli had already discovered their little routine. And he was coming straight for them.

 

007n7 cried out when a hallucination slammed into him, tearing him from Guest’s arms. He fought free, summoned a clone, only to be crushed back against the dirt harder than before.

 

When his eyes fluttered open, he saw Guest collapsed, bloodied and bound tight by Noli’s tendrils.

 

“H3¥, S3ven. tH0ughT I’d droP 1N 0n 70ur l!ttl3 fr1eNd.” Noli sneered, smashing Guest down with his star, the soldier’s body weakening beneath the weight.

 

007n7 froze, trapped by Guest’s gaze—steady, desperate, fixed on him.

 

“C4t g0T yOUr toNGue 4gaIN?” Noli taunted, bored already with Guest. He darted forward, seizing 007n7 and slamming him into a wall.

 

“Agh—” Blood sprayed from his lips as ribs cracked, his lungs burning under the crushing pressure. “Noli—”

 

“S3ven, y0u sh0u/d Kn0W B3tTer. NO on3 €l$e w\ll ev£r be on y0ur lev3/. L00k 4t YOu. S0 much PoT3nti4l, ANd ¥0u w4$te It 0n th1s w3ak LiTTl3 scr4P.” Noli’s good hand slid up, curling loosely around his throat.

 

007n7 wanted to speak, to retort, but the sound of Guest’s ragged groans behind Noli strangled the words in his chest. He knew Noli was baiting him—whatever he said would be twisted into mockery. Silence was the only weapon left.

 

He would not give Noli the pleasure of hearing him beg. Even as his heart clenched painfully at every broken sound that left Guest’s mouth.

 

“Y0U w3®e $upP0Sed to b€ M1N3.” Noli snarled, tightening his grip, reveling in the tears slipping down 007n7’s cheeks.

 

Guest broke free, staggering forward and driving a fist into Noli’s jaw.

 

The grip around 007n7’s throat loosened, but the tendrils remained coiled and unrelenting.

 

Noli was exhausted—using something more than his star was dangerous. Risky, draining. He could easily finish them both now, but… he didn’t want to. Not yet.

 

A cruel smile curved his lips as he raised his star, light flaring before it crashed against 007n7’s chest.

 

The scream that tore out of him split the night, sharp and raw, sending shivers of terror through survivors far too distant to intervene.

 

Noli drank it in. That scream. That look of horror etched across Guest’s face as he watched life flicker from 007n7’s eyes.

 

Pure bliss.

 

But the vengeance wasn’t complete yet.

 

Darkness weighed heavy on him, exhaustion creeping fast, but he forced it back. Just a little longer.

 

Sneering, he stalked toward Guest, pressing the star against his head.

 

“S3ven f0®got m3 FOr $0m3OnE p4th€t1©. y0u twO de$3rv€ e4ch 0TheR.” His voice dripped venom as he crushed Guest beneath the weight. “Giv3 h!M M7 reg4Rd$.” The star flared one last time, charged for the killing blow.

 

But Guest, burning through the last scraps of his strength, lunged, dragging Noli down by his legs. 

 

And then—the trial ended.

 

 

Guest blinked back into the cabin, the survivors gathered around, whispering in unease.

 

007n7 rushed to him, fear etched across his face, eyes darting over wounds that refused to heal. Elliot silently pressed a medkit into his hands, shooing the others away to give them space.

 

Guest let his head fall against 007n7’s chest, shuddering as careful hands stripped away bloodied fabric.

 

“You did well, Guest. I’m always proud of you. Proud of that damn stubborn will of yours.” 007n7 murmured, his touch steady despite the tremor in his voice.

 

“I couldn’t give up. Not with an idiot like your ex after you.” Guest growled, voice rough, turning so 007n7 could reach his back.

 

“He’s not my ex. But yes, he’s an idiot.” 007n7’s fingers traced bruises carefully, drawing a shiver from the soldier.

 

“I just want him to stop haunting us.” Guest hissed when alcohol burned into a deeper wound. “007n7, you know he could—”

 

“We’ll see him again.” 007n7 interrupted softly, pressing fresh bandages into place.

 

“I know.” Guest grit his teeth, enduring the sting.

 

“No matter where we hide…” 007n7 wrapped the last strip around his torso.

 

“We’ll still be together.”

 

“I’m not saying we won’t. Just… it’s hard.” He sighed as 007n7 tied off the bandage, hands lingering to make sure it was secure.

 

“Don’t strain yourself, 007. I’m here.” Guest shifted, turning to meet his lover’s eyes.

 

“I don’t want anything to separate us. I love you too much to lose you.” The words broke out raw, pain tightening his chest.

 

“That won’t happen. I promise.”

 

“Don’t promise me that, Guest.” His frown deepened, frustrated by the vow.

 

“I will. Because I love you. I can’t leave you to someone like him.” Guest took 007n7’s hands gently, kissing each bruised knuckle with reverence.

 

“You’re a fool.” 007n7 muttered, cheeks heating, his tail swaying restlessly at the closeness.

 

“Only for you, love.” Guest smirked, watching him blush.

 

“Rest now. We’ll talk later.” 007n7 draped a blanket over his shoulders, shielding him from prying eyes.

 

“Why cover me up like some saint?” Guest teased as 007n7 tucked the fabric securely around him, leaving only his head exposed.

 

The hacker mumbled something incoherent, too flustered to answer.

 

Together, leaning on each other, they made their way to 007n7’s cabin—the farthest one, secluded, private.

 

The others watched for a moment, then respectfully turned away, retreating to their own meals and rest.

 

Guest peeled the blanket away once inside, chest bandaged but shivering in the chill.

 

007n7 huffed, kicking off his shoes and heading toward the bedroom.

 

Before he could enter, Guest spun him around, pressing him against the door with a tight embrace. With some effort, he managed to push the door open without letting go, shoving them both inside.

 

007n7 started to protest, but his words died as Guest’s hands roamed, firm across his arms and torso. Step by clumsy step, they shuffled together like penguins, trying not to trip.

 

Then Guest pulled them both down onto the bed, groaning as the bandages pressed tight against his ribs but refusing to release him.

 

007n7 gasped under his weight, pinned to the mattress, glasses askew. Somewhere nearby, his spider Noob scuttled away, giving them space.

 

Guest buried his face in the curve of his neck, feeling his lover tremble beneath him.

 

“No, Guest—your beard tickles.” 007n7 laughed helplessly, trying to push him away, laughing harder when Guest deliberately rubbed his chin against his skin.

 

“You’re too sensitive.” Guest murmured, lips brushing his throat, savoring the tiny gasp that proved him right.

 

A sharp smack from 007n7’s tail against his side made him pause, grinning.

 

“Sorry, love. You’re just too cute when you’re like this—I can’t help teasing you.” His arms loosened but didn’t let go.

 

“Shut up.” 007n7 mumbled, nestling back into his chest, tucking his face into the soldier’s arm.

 

“Sleep, 007.” Guest whispered warmly, brushing fingers through his hair and easing away hat and glasses. “I’m proud of you.”

 

“Mhm? You should be proud of yourself. You’re stronger, braver… and better looking.” His eyes fluttered closed, heavy with exhaustion.

 

“007.”

 

“Later, Guest.” His tail flicked in warning, but his lips curled in a smile. “I love you so much.” The words slurred as he drifted, unconscious in Guest’s embrace.

 

“I love you, 007n7.” Guest whispered, kissing his temple. Even if no one else could hear it, speaking the words always soothed something deep inside.

 

“I love you.”

 

---

 

Guest would say he wasn’t possessive. Jealous, maybe—but not possessive. That was before Noli.

 

Rage boiled in him every time the killer laid claim to 007n7 like an object.

 

It only grew worse knowing they had a past—that Noli knew him well enough to tell a clone from the real man with ease.

 

Guest rolled his eyes, blocking a burst of starfire, countering with a strike that gave him precious seconds to escape.

 

He had to think of something, anything, to help 007n7 feel safe again. The paranoia, the jumpiness, the way his lover flinched at shadows…

 

He’d worked so hard to rebuild 007n7’s trust, to wrap him in care until the man felt whole again. And now some lunatic had torn it all apart.

 

With a heavy sigh, he stepped into 007n7’s cabin, heart sinking at the sight of him curled alone on the bed, clutching a pillow like a lifeline.

 

He lingered at the doorframe, tapping gently to announce himself.

 

“Hey, love. Brought you something to eat.” His voice was soft, careful, as he picked up 007n7’s glasses and slipped them onto his face.

 

“I’m not hungry.” Came the tired murmur, body curling tighter.

 

“007… please. Do it for me.” Guest pleaded. His appetite had all but vanished these days.

 

007n7 sighed, turning away with a yawn. The nightmares had only grown worse, though he refused to burden Guest with them.

 

“What if I sleep with you tonight?” Guest offered, holding out the plate.

 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother—”

 

“You’re never a bother, 007. You know I love taking care of you.” His hand cupped his cheek gently, drawing a faint blush.

 

A soft sigh escaped as 007n7 leaned into the touch. “Alright. But only if you let me do something too.” He took a bite at last.

 

“What is it? Whatever it is, I’ll be there.” Guest sounded less convinced than he wanted to, but it was enough to ease the tension in his lover’s shoulders.

 

“Guest… you’ve been so protective lately. I can take care of myself.” He toyed with the food, hesitant. “I need—I want to talk to Noli. I know you told me not to give him that chance, but… there are things left unsaid. Even if nothing changes. I have to face this.” His sigh was heavy, resigned.

 

“I know you can handle yourself out there. I’m sorry if I made you feel incapable.” He realized, with guilt, how much he’d pulled 007n7 away from the others, even the survivors.

 

“It’s normal to be afraid, Guest. Don’t bottle it up.” 007n7 set the plate aside and took his calloused hands, tracing rough fingers with tenderness.

 

“Maybe we are equally pathetic.” Guest murmured, resting his head against 007n7’s shoulder.

 

“But we’re still together. That’s what matters, right?” 007n7 smiled faintly, cradling his head, stroking his hair with soft pats against his back.

 

Guest’s arms circled his waist, pulling him down, letting his cheek rest over his chest while the hacker’s fingers worked soothingly through his hair.

 

“Just call my name if you need me.” Guest whispered. He let the man skip the meal, letting comfort take its place.

 

“I will.” 007n7 chuckled lightly.

 

“But don’t you dare kiss your ex. Or anyone else.”

 

“He’s not my ex!” 007n7’s voice pitched high, mortified.

 

“If you say so, 007. I believe you.” Guest smirked, finally relaxing in his arms. Because he knew—no one could tear them apart.

Notes:

Uhmuhm Guest is afraid of losing 007n7, and 007n7 is still an idiot who is careless and afraid of abandonment in some way, fool.

Uhm lol I just published another piece if you'd like to go see it, although it's just an introduction for now...

Well, I have several people waiting for something from Doomhacker... I'll post it in the next few days, possibly on Thursday... Uhh

Chapter 37: 🫂🥀 007n7/Everyone — Are you okay? I'll be here

Summary:

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I NEED MORE 007N7/EVERYONE!!!! I've seen this fic before. Basically it's about forehead kisses! 007n7 used to do forehead kisses a lot! From his siblings, to 007e7, and then Noli and then c00lkidd. But when he got forsakened, he's been itching to give everyone an equel affection akiunt of forehead kisses but reluctently not to do so, considering he was an outcast. So he does it by either helping them, or when some of them are sick, or sad, just.. a habit. Eventually, everyone caught up and started to ask for more and in the last moments, 007n7 finally earned his own forehead kisses. PLEASEEE I DONT WANT TO BE RUDE BUT IF U HAVE THE TIME, I WILL GIVE YOU MY SOUL!!!

—UmoiUmoiMoi

Notes:

Platonic or not, whatever you want really.

This is a 5 things + 1 thing ig, I don't remember what this content was called, but I remember reading it and I love how they make x character pass with another one and in the end they all get together llll

Elliot and 007n7 watched as Chance and TwoTime argued—or rather, Chance yelled at TwoTime, who kept that unnerving smile on their face the whole time.

 

“No! This idiot dragged me to Jason when I had weakness thirteen!” Chance growled, trying to lunge at TwoTime.

 

“I swear on the Spawn, we never did such a thing, dear gamblers. You just had the bad luck of being in the escape route.” TwoTime stepped back, slipping away from Chance’s hands.

 

“Come on, Chance, it wasn’t on purpose.” Elliot grabbed Chance by the shoulders, trying to hold him back.

 

007n7 sipped his coffee, watching the scene unfold. It reminded him of those moments when his distant cousins would fight endlessly—hitting and screaming at each other as if that could prove who was right.

 

TwoTime slipped behind him, using him as a shield, but 007n7 didn’t care. He just watched as Chance broke free of Elliot’s hold and moved toward them.

 

“Don’t protect them,” Chance growled, glaring at TwoTime.

 

“I’m not. But if you’re going to fight, take it outside.” He glanced at TwoTime and gave them a faint smile, making sure they didn’t take it too seriously. He wasn’t about to let anyone start throwing punches while he was around.

 

“Nobody’s fighting!” Elliot snapped, unsettled by 007n7’s indifferent tone. He’d thought the man would be more of a pacifist, all things considered.

 

“Elliot, they’re like two kids. Ignore them, and they’ll stop crying.” 007n7 brushed it off, sidestepping another shove from Chance.

 

“You’re not supposed to just let them do whatever while you look away,” Elliot muttered, biting his tongue before he said something he’d regret.

 

“It’s the first time they’ve acted like this. Obviously, they were bound to explode eventually.” He stepped closer to Elliot and offered him a couple of cookies.

 

Elliot frowned and snatched the coffee out of his hands, taking a long sip while keeping his eyes fixed on the pair of idiots.

 

TwoTime circled the table, Chance chasing after them like a dog. “How much stamina do you even have? Damn it.” Chance finally gave up after a few minutes, collapsing into a chair. TwoTime smiled like a victor once the gambler surrendered.

 

“Come on, it’s way too late to still be awake.” 007n7 set his empty cup on the table and approached Chance.

 

“Mhm—sleep well, Chance.” TwoTime grinned, that cultist smile making everyone shiver, though they prayed it wasn’t meant as a threat.

 

“007—don’t let them near me,” Chance muttered, twisting in 007n7’s arms, hugging the ex-hacker’s body tightly.

 

“I could stay with you tonight—if you want, of course.” He offered it shyly, already regretting the words as they left his mouth.

 

“Yes! Better than being stuck with that maniac.” Chance whispered, ignoring Elliot’s confused stare and the sharp, weighty gaze TwoTime pinned them with.

 

“007n7! We want to sleep with you too,” TwoTime said, edging closer carefully so Chance wouldn’t freak out.

 

“No!” Chance barked, shoving 007n7 tighter against his chest, clinging to the ex-hacker.

 

“Come on, we can work this out.” 007n7 tried to pull away, but Chance wouldn’t let him go.

 

“Don’t be selfish, Chance.” Elliot stepped in, a hint of jealousy creeping in at how close Chance and 007n7 were. And if TwoTime was joining them, why shouldn’t he? Either way, he had to make sure nobody murdered anyone in their sleep.

 

“My bed’s not that big,” Chance tried to excuse himself, not wanting to share the moment, though it wasn’t as if he truly minded.

 

“I don’t care if I sleep on the floor.” He shrugged, already squirming against Chance’s grip.

 

“What? No, you can sleep in my bed, and I—”

 

“And we can sleep with you,” TwoTime interrupted, wrapping their arms around 007n7 and pulling him away from Chance.

 

“No way. You’re not even invited,” Chance growled, but Elliot stopped him.

 

“Chance.” Elliot’s warning tone sent a chill down his spine.

 

Chance looked at 007n7 with puppy eyes, craving a moment with the single father. Though he couldn’t even explain to himself why this sudden need to curl up against the older man had taken root.

 

007n7 sighed, patting TwoTime’s back until they loosened their grip. “We can make a bed on the floor for all four of us. But if it bothers you, we can cancel it.” He wasn’t about to leave anyone out, not when cold, lonely nights were the worst place to try to rest.

 

Chance muttered something under his breath, unintelligible, but in the end, he agreed.

 

They gathered spare blankets and pillows from the main cabin’s closet and headed to their own places to change.

 

007n7 hesitated for a moment, thinking the other three might not feel comfortable with him—but Elliot knocked on his cabin door, looking for him so they could head to Chance’s together.

 

Neither spoke. They didn’t need to. They simply moved closer, brushing shoulders for warmth as they shivered on the way. Chance’s cabin glowed ahead—bright, gaudy, and extravagant, just like him. TwoTime arrived soon after.

 

“Why the hell do you have a slot machine in your cabin?” Elliot asked, not even surprised, just bemused at the sight of such luxury in this forsaken place.

 

“It just appeared. Doesn’t even work.” Chance shrugged it off and started helping 007n7 with the makeshift bed.

 

007n7 worked quietly, layering thick blankets underneath to soften the cold, hard floor, then stacking covers on top to trap heat. Pillows were arranged around the edges, forming a little wall so none of them would roll out of their improvised nest.

 

“If I had to bet, I’d say you’ve done this before.” Chance disappeared for a moment, returning already in his pajamas.

 

“Maybe. C00lkidd and some relatives loved having sleepovers. There was hardly ever enough room for everyone.” 007n7 didn’t look at Chance, who leaned on his back while he folded another blanket.

 

He hadn’t lied. He’d always tucked in his son and his son’s friends (BluuDud and PrettyPrincess, his niece and nephew). Before that, his cousins used to pile in before they all moved away and left the servers behind.

 

He turned to find Chance right up in his face, blushing from the closeness. Instinctively, 007n7 opened his arms and pulled the gambler into a hug, forcing him to duck as he planted a kiss on top of his head.

 

For a moment, everyone froze. Then 007n7 was yanked down as well—TwoTime buried their face in his chest, hugging him fiercely.

 

Chance snapped out of it and threw himself against 007n7’s other side, shoving Elliot into the far edge of the bed.

 

Elliot didn’t complain… too much. He sighed, letting Chance squirm closer to 007n7 anyway.

 

“Didn’t think you’d be so soft to hold,” TwoTime murmured, fighting off Chance, who started kicking to push them away from 007n7.

 

007n7 ignored the scuffle, trapped under two full-grown adults who were acting like children at bedtime.

 

Elliot pinched Chance, fed up with his shoving. He was too tired to deal with this nonsense tonight. All he wanted was a bit of sleep—was that too much to ask?

 

TwoTime stuck out their tongue like a brat, safe from Elliot’s wrath as they clung to 007n7 like a koala, already drifting off.

 

007n7 placed a hand in their hair, brushing and stroking gently until they relaxed fully.

 

The floor wasn’t ideal, but at least he’d made it comfortable enough to lie together. The cold seemed to intensify, forcing all four to press in closer—but none of them minded.

 

“We should do this more often,” Chance whispered, burying his face in 007n7’s neck as Elliot hugged him from behind.

 

“You’re so soft to cuddle. A blessing from the Spawn itself, letting us be here.” TwoTime murmured as they clung to his side.

 

“Gotta agree with TwoTime. You’re like a stuffed toy—warm and squeezable.” Chance yawned, pressing into his other side.

 

“Just shut up and sleep, both of you,” Elliot scolded, feeling 007n7’s tail curl around his leg, sliding up and down in a soothing rhythm.

 

Elliot sighed, letting himself accept the touch. He closed his eyes, still hearing the soft murmurs around him as sleep claimed them.

 

---

 

007n7 lay awake, noticing how the cold had eased. He knew the others would wake soon, so he slipped out quietly to steal a moment alone outside the cabin.

 

He headed to the kitchen in the main lodge, hoping to nibble something to tide him over until the third match.

 

But his plans fell apart when he saw the dining hall light on. Not unusual—but the heavy sighs gave it away. Something was wrong.

 

Guest was unwrapping the bandages on his body, letting his wounds show. 007n7 stared, blank-minded, though his eyes stayed locked on the soldier.

 

Guest cleared his throat when he noticed the stare. 007n7 jolted at the sound, cheeks burning with embarrassment for being caught watching.

 

He could have left, ashamed at being caught ogling Guest’s bare chest as he undressed—but instead, he stepped forward, grabbed a fresh bandage, and began wrapping one of his arms.

 

“Not sure patching yourself up in the dining hall is the best idea,” he tried to joke, though his palms were sweating.

 

“Didn’t expect anyone at this hour,” Guest muttered, letting the matter drop, grateful someone was helping him.

 

“TwoTime usually lurks around at this time. Wouldn’t surprise me if they popped out of the shadows.” A shiver ran down his spine, but he kept working.

 

Guest stayed silent, savoring the soft brush of 007n7’s fingers against his skin. He leaned in slightly, craving something more.

 

007n7’s tail swayed idly behind him, stomach growling, but he held steady, finishing the wrap around Guest’s upper body. It was the least he could do for the man who carried so much for all of them.

 

Finally, he tied it off. He wasn’t the best at this, but at least it would help Guest heal.

 

Guest felt warmth bloom in the quiet closeness of 007n7. He was so different from the others—calm, gentle, never trying to flatter or fuss over him. Builderman was the same. Both simply gave him space.

 

007n7 helped Guest get to his cabin after the soldier started limping while heading to his cabin alone. Guest didn't complain and leaned against the single father, feeling the bandages tighten with every movement but he endured it.

 

007n7's tail rose and pushed against Guest's lower back, attempting to create another hold on the soldier who was doubling his strength.

The sensation was strange; Guest felt warm when there were no words and the touches were quite common. But he couldn't help but lean against 007n7 and feel how welcomed he was. 

 

007n7 hesitated for a moment, but guided Guest to his room and placed him on the edge of the bed. His tail involuntarily wrapped itself around one of Guest's arms, wrapped tightly around it.

And Guest almost felt ashamed for wanting more comfort than 007n7 already gave.

 

“007, do you think you could—eh—” Guest’s voice faltered. His hands fidgeted with strange shapes 007n7 couldn’t quite read.

 

Then it clicked. Guest clasped his fingers together, almost like a shadow puppet. 007n7 had seen those motions before when playing with C00lkidd. But Guest’s trembling confused him.

 

“You want a… kiss?” 007n7 asked hesitantly, worried he’d misunderstood.

 

Guest nodded, mortified he’d actually asked. But after seeing 007n7 kiss and cuddle Taph with such tenderness, he couldn’t help but feel envy… and longing.

 

Memories flooded back—Daisy kissing him every night before bed, every morning when he woke. Charlotte kissing his forehead each time he left for work. Before the war…

 

007n7 smiled softly, cupping Guest’s head in his hands. He leaned close, pressing a kiss to his forehead and ruffling his hair, easing him back onto the mattress. He sat at the edge but didn’t leave.

 

Guest reminded him of 007e7—his cousin. Always carrying others’ burdens, always strong, never accepting help. The only sane one in a chaotic family. He was patient and protective, even when it wore him down.

 

He missed him deeply. 007e7 had been one of the few who stayed by his side after the darkest chapters of his past, giving him the chance to change—just like Guest did now.

 

“Guest, I respect you so much. I admire your strength to keep going. You’re the person everyone needs when they’re about to break.” He couldn’t help but let a bit of tenderness seep through, gratitude bleeding into every word.

 

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Guest asked, suspicious but curious at 007n7’s sudden warmth and flattery.

 

“Can’t I just compliment you for doing a good job?” His tail thumped against the bed as his smile brightened with mischief.

 

“You can, but you shouldn’t. I’m just glad you’re trying harder—like everyone else here.” He squeezed 007n7’s hand softly, clinging to the warmth.

 

“I can. You’re someone to admire—for your courage, your drive. You push yourself to carry everyone, and you’re a fool for not accepting help.” 007n7 squeezed back, though he wouldn’t meet Guest’s eyes.

 

“I do accept help,” Guest replied, embarrassed. Of course he knew his limits. He couldn’t waste others’ time just because of a bruise.

 

“Guest. Even Elliot’s sick of chasing you just to make you take a slice of pizza.” 007n7’s snort cut through the soldier’s frown.

 

Guest fell silent, caught. He tightened his grip on 007n7’s hand, sighing in defeat.

 

007n7 brushed his cheek, feeling the heat rising beneath his palm. “You feel off?” he asked, pressing his hand to Guest’s forehead.

 

“No. Just… stay, please.” Guest pulled him into a hug.

 

It was too intimate, but neither cared. They sank into a warm silence—007n7 combing through Guest’s hair, untangling strands with patient fingers, while Guest clung tighter, face buried in his chest, soaking in the comfort.

 

“We’re proud of you. Just let someone be here for you.” His voice was a quiet murmur before he relaxed completely.

 

007n7 drifted off in Guest’s bed, blaming exhaustion, blaming nostalgia. He missed the warmth of old days, old touches—he’d take any comfort he could get.

 

The two men clung to each other, their dreams steeped in memories, but their bodies grateful for the company in the cold.

 

---

 

Builderman watched as Taph tried to move Dusekkar, wanting to force him to get up and go rest. He didn’t lift a finger to help; he knew Dusekkar and sleep were two words that simply didn’t belong in the same sentence.

 

The pumpkin-headed man looked shaken, still raw from being forced to sit here after that nap. After all, wasn’t it humiliating? One of the most powerful men alive, caught off guard by some unknown entity while he slept. Vulnerable. And worse, now Dusekkar carried a new kind of fear—afraid that if he closed his eyes again, he’d wake up in a place far worse.

 

Everyone else had gone off to rest, leaving the three of them awake—or so they thought. Heavy footsteps echoed through the place, a warning to Taph and Builderman.

 

The builder moved in front of the others, unwilling to let anyone see Dusekkar this vulnerable.

 

007n7 peeked around the corner of the door, bleary-eyed, still restless after too many failed attempts to sleep.

 

He caught sight of Builderman’s scowl, about to retreat when a dull thud sounded from behind the builder.

 

“Is everything okay?” he asked carefully, raising his hands in a gesture of peace, worry flickering at the sound of Dusekkar’s muffled groans.

 

Builderman hesitated, unsure if 007n7 was the right one to handle this—or the safest to trust.

 

Before he could answer, Taph shoved him aside and grabbed desperately at 007n7, needing someone—anyone—to help with Dusekkar, who was beginning to unravel.

 

“👋🍔❗, 🫵🆘👉🎃➡️😴⁉️” Taph gestured frantically, praying the ex-hacker would piece it together without demanding explanations.

 

Builderman sighed, letting Taph take control. If he had to trust anything, it would be the ridiculous instincts of hybrids. Maybe that was why 007n7 had shown up here in the first place. Instinct. Drawn to help.

 

007n7 frowned, confused at first by Taph’s erratic movements, but the meaning clicked soon enough.

 

He glanced at Dusekkar sprawled on the couch, his staff on the floor, body burning with fever. His words were a jumble, his exhaustion written in every motion.

 

Kneeling beside him, 007n7 brushed a hand across Dusekkar’s forehead. A weak grip tugged at his wrist, pulling him closer.

 

“Do you need something?” he whispered, searching his memory for any hint of how to handle this.

 

Dusekkar’s lips moved, firm but desperate, though no sound reached them. 007n7 leaned in, waiting.

 

“I don’t want to leave.” The words rasped out, heavy with fear, enough to make 007n7’s chest tighten.

 

He didn’t know how Dusekkar ended up here, but it wasn’t hard to guess. Abandonment. Left behind. That fear clung to him. Gently, 007n7 cupped his face, offering what comfort he could.

 

“You’re safe. We won’t let you go anywhere.” he promised, glancing back at the two men behind him.

“I—could we take him somewhere else?” he asked uncertainly. He wanted Dusekkar to feel safe, but without the others’ help, it would be pointless.

 

Taph nodded instantly, eager to help. Builderman hesitated—until another incoherent murmur slipped from Dusekkar’s lips.

 

“Where?” he asked, stepping forward to haul Dusekkar upright.

 

“The pier,” 007n7 replied without hesitation, even if sharing his quiet refuge felt too intimate.

 

Builderman arched a brow at him, but this time, chose to trust.

 

Together, he and 007n7 helped Dusekkar to his feet. Taph grabbed the fallen staff and, with a clumsy flourish, launched a heating spell to shield them as he guided the way.

 

The closer they drew to the shore, the louder the waves. Dusekkar dragged his steps, muttering nonsense, leaning heavily against 007n7. The weight nearly toppled him, but he clung on stubbornly.

 

Builderman huffed, stifling a laugh as 007n7 trembled under the burden, yet pressed forward without faltering.

 

At the end of the pier, 007n7 pulled a small chest from behind some posts. He unfurled blankets and cushions across the wood.

 

Builderman lowered Dusekkar onto them, letting him float into the comfort of it all.

 

“Where are we?” Dusekkar croaked, disoriented, failing to make sense of his surroundings.

 

The false moonlight spilled over them, casting its pale comfort across the pumpkin-headed man.

 

“I come here when I’m not okay. Thought it might help you too,” 007n7 explained softly, coaxing him down.

 

He started to step back, but Dusekkar’s hand clutched his own, dragging him close again. Searching more comfort and contact with someone.

 

“Shhh. We’re here. You’re safe,” 007n7 murmured, letting the tide’s rhythm calm him.

 

Taph leaned in as well, wings fluffing as he wrapped Dusekkar in a steadying embrace. The pumpkin-man reached out, patting his head in clumsy gratitude. The touch made Taph’s feathers puff happily.

 

Settling back, 007n7 eased Dusekkar’s head onto his lap, fingers brushing over the dry leaves clinging to the carved surface of his skull. Curiosity tugged at him, but he stayed gentle.

 

He brought his face closer again, this time to place a sweet kiss on Dusekkar's forehead, not caring too much about the looks of the other two survivors.

 

Taph nestled at his other side, brushing close, letting himself be folded into 007n7’s arm. To his surprise, it felt… good. Safe. He realized how much he’d been missing.

 

007n7 smiled faintly, wrapping his arm around Taph and pressing a kiss to his hooded head. Taph’s wings fluttered wildly at the affection.

 

The two of them gazed at the false moon, strangely at peace.

 

Builderman lingered, hesitant to intrude. Slowly, he sat beside them, near Dusekkar.

 

A soft coil brushed his wrist—007n7’s tail, inviting him in. Builderman’s smile softened as he let the tail toy with the fold of his sweater, comforted by the small gesture.

 

Soon, 007n7’s eyes drooped, his head tipping against Builderman’s shoulder. Taph clutched one of his arms and Dusekkar’s staff like a safety blanket, content at last to see the man resting.

 

---

 

Shedletsky caught sight of 007n7 darting off to hide, running from his own son.

 

Most didn’t even bother to understand the father’s struggle. A few did, but none stepped forward. And though 007n7 pretended not to care, he was far too used to being hunted by the child he’d once raised with reckless love.

 

Shedletsky sliced down a few clones, letting the rest distract the brat, and hurried in the ex-hacker’s direction.

 

He found him crouched in a dark corner, cold and alone. “Creepy place,” Shedletsky muttered, scanning for threats.

 

The crackle of sparking wires drew his eye. There was 007n7, fumbling with cords, fighting his own shaking hands. A ridiculous scene. Shedletsky couldn’t help the faint smirk as he approached.

 

Relief flashed in 007n7’s eyes at the sound of his footsteps—not C00lkidd’s. He didn’t flinch when Shedletsky’s hands slid over his, carefully untangling the wires.

 

“How can you fix generators so fast and still be such a disaster with them?” Shedletsky teased, earning a sharp glare.

 

007n7 muttered under his breath, flexing sore fingers as Shedletsky finished the repair. He lingered nearby, watching, tense.

 

When it was done, silence stretched between them, uneasy but heavy with something unspoken. Shedletsky didn’t even know why he’d chased him here. Only that he saw something of himself in the other man.

 

“Something on my face?” he asked with a raised brow, noting how 007n7’s gaze lingered.

 

“Why are you here? I thought you were with the others,” 007n7 muttered, used to solitude.

 

Shedletsky shrugged, feigning indifference. “Long day. Murderers, running, same old.” He leaned against the wall, brushing off the weight of it.

 

The distant laughter of C00lkidd sent them both stiffening. Instinctively, 007n7 ducked behind him as Shedletsky drew his sword. Nothing came. Slowly, they eased.

 

“You know you’re not alone, right?” Shedletsky said at last, eyes narrowing at the memory of 007n7’s face crumpling every time he saw his son. “Some of us get it. Maybe not all. But some.”

 

The words cut. 007n7’s shoulders curled inward, voice barely audible. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

 

Shedletsky’s feathers bristled, the secret itching at him—but 007n7 stopped him with a quiet, firm voice.

 

“You don’t have to explain. I won’t push you. You don’t need to share what hurts if you’re not ready.”

 

“Look who’s talking,” Shedletsky muttered, seeing the tension still locked in his frame.

 

With a sigh, he spread his wings and pulled 007n7 against him.

 

Caught off guard, 007n7 froze—then leaned in, letting himself be wrapped in feathers. His tail swayed gently, curling between them both.

 

Shedletsky had to admit that not even he could face 1x1x1x1 if the entity sought him out to “play” or spend some quality time with him.

In a way, he admired 007n7's strength to not break down in front of his son and let himself be killed effortlessly, at least he fought and escaped from C00lkidd, using his tricks to successfully distract him. 

 

The timer ticked down. The match ended. They reappeared in the main cabin, and before Shedletsky could say a word, 007n7 slipped away. He already knew where he’d find him.

 

____

 

The pier again.

 

007n7 sat on the edge, watching the waves crash, the false moon spilling over the sea. A fragile calm in a place built on pain.

 

He didn’t turn when footsteps approached. Someone sat beside him, close enough to feel but not touch.

 

Shedletsky scratched his head. “About earlier—”

 

“I know what you meant. It’s just as hard for you.” 007n7’s hand hovered near his, unsure whether to reach. “You don’t have to say it. There’s nothing we can do.” His voice dropped, blending with the tide.

 

“But we don’t have to stay alone.” Shedletsky’s hand found his, squeezing firmly as he edged closer.

 

“Not alone,” 007n7 echoed, leaning against him. He didn't quite believe his words, but decided to leave him alone for a moment, enjoying his company and not the loneliness of several nights. 

 

For a moment, he remembered nights with Noli, 118o8, and 226w6—tired but safe, finding comfort in each other. It wasn’t the same, but the feeling was familiar. Enough.

 

“Guess it’s time to rest.” He finally pulled back, stretching.

 

Shedletsky almost complained at the loss of warmth, but bit his tongue. He stayed seated, staring at the moon—until a sudden tug yanked 007n7 against his chest. Wings folded tight around him.

 

“You okay?” 007n7 squirmed, worried someone might see. He didn’t want anyone turning against Shedletsky just for being near him.

 

“Stay. Just a while longer,” Shedletsky murmured, burying his face into the curve of his neck, drinking in his scent.

 

007n7 stilled. Slowly, he hugged him back, clinging. Whatever this was, it felt… right.

 

“Do you think they’ll ever forgive us?” Shedletsky’s voice broke the quiet.

 

“I hope so.” A single tear slid down 007n7’s cheek as he pressed closer, letting the comfort linger.

 

---

 

007n7 felt that familiar tic twitching again as he watched the survivors ignore Noob, who was mumbling and whining about something no one seemed to care about.

 

Luckily for him, he was left out of the final round—together with Noob, though for very different reasons.

 

He hesitated before stepping closer to his companion, nervous about being brushed off, but he couldn’t just swallow down the knot of worry.

 

“Hey, Noob. You doing okay?” He offered a glass of water, noticing how the younger one’s head wobbled as he glanced around in a daze.

 

“Huh? I don’t know, I think I’m sick.” Noob murmured without really paying him any attention, no fear tightening his shoulders, no trace of unease at the ex-hacker leaning in close.

 

“Want to go back to your cabin?” 007n7 suggested, his hand brushing gently —almost tenderly, across Noob’s back, hoping to soothe him.

 

“I don’t think I can.” Noob clutched at his stomach, groaning, before thudding his forehead against the table.

 

“I can help you get there. Just lean on me, alright?” 007n7 slipped Noob’s arm over his own shoulders and wrapped an arm around his body.

 

Noob only nodded, pressing his weight against 007n7.

 

The extra burden made 007n7’s legs tremble, but he stayed firm, determined not to let them collapse in a heap on the floor. Noob looked like he was about to vomit at any moment.

 

007n7 propped them up like a makeshift crutch, trying to keep Noob talking, anything to distract him from throwing up on them both.

 

Unfortunately, it happened anyway. He felt his own stomach turn and his throat tightened as he heard the sound of gagging, but he swallowed it down—he was used to this.

 

Noob crumpled to his knees, sobbing and muttering nonsense.

 

“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry about that.” 007n7 soothed, ignoring the smell and kneeling beside him, rubbing circles on his back.

 

“I’m sorry, I’m disgusting.” Noob wept, refusing to meet his eyes, burning with shame.

 

“No, Noob, it’s not your fault. Come here.” 007n7 crouched in front of him, arms open, wearing a crooked smile but ready to embrace him.

 

He remembered the times C00lkidd got sick after stuffing himself with junk food. He’d never minded cleaning up his son’s mess—his only concern was always the boy’s well-being.

Even if it was his fault that the child was sick. 

 

“Maybe it’s food poisoning,” he murmured, pulling Noob close and guiding him backwards as Noob stumbled clumsily with his own feet.

 

They finally reached the cabin. 007n7 fumbled with the door, refusing to let go of him.

 

“Or maybe you just need to cut back on the Bloxycolas,” he added dryly, eyeing the cluttered room full of empty cans.

 

Noob muttered something incoherent, but 007n7 was too focused on finding the bathroom to pay attention.

 

He steered Noob toward the toilet just in time. The younger one heaved again, and 007n7 stayed crouched beside him, patting his back.

 

“My apologies, Mr. 007n7,” Noob whimpered, eyes still down.

 

“Just 007n7. You’re making me feel ancient.” He murmured, still rubbing his back, pretending not to notice the retching.

 

Minutes dragged on until Noob had emptied himself completely, his tears finally breaking loose. The loud sobbing made 007n7’s chest tighten with worry.

 

“Really, Noob, this kind of thing happens. Let’s get you cleaned up, then you can rest.” His hands trembled—he resisted the strong urge to hold Noob tighter, to comfort him more deeply.

 

Noob only sniffled, eyes still wet. Maybe this time he had really overdone it with the Bloxycolas.

 

They rose from the cold floor, 007n7 guiding him toward the shower, gently insisting that he needed it.

 

“I’ll stay right here, okay? Don’t want you passing out on me.” His voice was soft as he helped Noob peel off his hoodie, letting him undress on his own.

 

Noob nodded weakly and stepped under the warm water.

 

007n7 stepped out to find clean clothes. The small ritual reminded him of taking care of C00lkidd—laying out clothes, helping him wash, just being there.

 

A warmth spread through his chest at the memory. Somehow, it was comforting. A flicker of hope.

 

He sighed and returned with fresh clothes, waiting outside the bathroom to give Noob privacy.

 

When Noob emerged, drowsy and embarrassed, 007n7 was already at his side.

 

“Feeling better?” he asked, careful not to touch him this time.

 

“A little. I’m really sorry about earlier. I promise I’ll clean up after myself.”

 

“Forget it. Just rest, Noob. And maybe lay off the Bloxycola.” He tossed an empty can aside.

 

For some reason, 007n7’s calm presence settled Noob more than anything. No anger, no shouting, no judgment—just him staying close, making sure he was okay.

 

“Can you stay? Please.” The words slipped out before Noob could stop himself. His voice shook, and he instantly regretted it.

 

007n7 moved a few cans aside, careful, then sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m here, Noob. You can ask me anything.” His fingers brushed lightly through Noob’s damp hair.

 

Noob stayed quiet, content to soak in the gentle touch, the warmth in his words.

 

He hadn’t realized how badly he needed someone to care about him—especially someone he once feared too much to even look at.

 

With a small smile on his face and the heaviness in his stomach finally gone, he drifted into the first real rest he’d had in days.

 

He was grateful 007n7 stayed with him. More grateful when 007n7's lips crashed against his forehead, but he was too tired to open his eyes and thank him.

 

---

 

The day dragged on uneventfully. The Specter had decided to tweak the maps, adding new things here and there.

 

“So… how was your hot session with 007n7?” Chance sidled up to Shedletsky, just in time to watch the birdman choke on his coffee.

 

“Excuse me? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Shedletsky muttered, praying no one else had heard.

 

Unfortunately, the entire group was gathered for breakfast—and every single one of them heard Chance’s little suggestion.

 

“Hot session? What does he mean by that?” Builderman raised a brow, staring at Shedletsky, who tried to act like nothing happened.

 

“You two were awfully close. Like, too close. Practically breathing on each other—Hey!” Chance was cut off by a wing smacking his face. Shedletsky’s feathers flared, but his cheeks burned even hotter.

 

“It wasn’t like that. I was just… being nice.” He fumbled, but no one seemed to believe him.

 

“Oh, I’ve noticed he’s been nicer lately. Honestly, I like this side of him. Don’t ruin it, Chance.” Noob jumped in to back up 007n7 amd Shedletsky, though it wasn’t quite the same kindness the single dad had shown him. Not that he would’ve minded if it was.

 

“Our dear companion is far too kind. The Great Spawn has blessed us with someone like him.” TwoTime spoke with their soft smile. “Especially with his hugs and kisses.” They said it casually, ignoring the stares around them.

 

“Hugs? Kisses? Did he seduce you too, TwoTime?” someone teased while the rest held their tongues.

 

“👆😄👉👨‍💻🤝🫂💋” Taph eagerly pointed to himself.

 

“Even you?” Dusekkar chuckled, ruffling Taph’s upper wings before nudging him to keep eating.

“Well, I have to admit—his hugs are comforting.” Dusekkar leaned into Taph.

 

“What? Has everyone been hugged and kissed by 007n7?” Silence. Just glances traded around the table.

 

“Well, I might’ve taken part in that habit of his back then,” Elliot said, serving Builderman a slice of pizza.

 

“Habit? What, making out with everyone?” Chance bit into his slice, grinning.

 

“Hugs and forehead kisses, Chance. He only does it when he trusts someone. Though I suspect it’s really because of his loneliness—and old habits die hard.” Elliot explained with a shrug.

 

“Just because he hasn’t kissed you on the lips doesn’t mean he hasn’t kissed others,” Chance teased.

 

“I’m sure you’d be the last person 007n7 would kiss.” Builderman rolled his eyes, though he remembered his own moment with 007n7—and shoved aside a tiny pang of jealousy.

 

"For your information, I've been lucky enough to have 007n7 kiss and cuddle me." They said proudly as they puffed out their chests and felt their cheeks flush.

 

“Well… he didn’t even kiss me.” Shedletsky grumbled, sour at the thought that 007n7 had kissed others but not him.

 

The creak of the cabin’s door cut through the chatter. A sharp gust of cold wind swept in, making several shiver.

 

007n7 staggered inside, dragging his feet, shivering and disheveled. He noticed the stares but ignored them, rubbing his temple as he made for the kitchen.

 

“You okay?” Noob asked, approaching carefully.

 

“Just a bit of pain. Nothing serious, I promise.”

 

Noob turned to the others, all of them catching that wild, tired look in 007n7’s eyes. Elliot moved to help, but Guest and Shedletsky were faster, grabbing him and steering him to the sofa.

 

“Huh? What are you doing?” he mumbled, squirming weakly before giving in and sinking in the arms of Shedletsky and Guest..

 

Chance and TwoTime dragging the couch together to trying cuddle up with him—only to be shoved away by Elliot. “You two idiots aren’t sleeping with him.” The pizzaman grumbled, ignoring their whining and finishing putting the couch together.

 

Taph dashed off to fetch blankets, while Dusekkar got the fireplace going. Noob and Builderman blocked Chance and TwoTime from sneaking back in.

 

Soon the place buzzed with quiet urgency, everyone pitching in to make 007n7 comfortable.

 

He would’ve said he was surprised by how quickly they rallied around him—forcing him down, making him rest—but the throbbing in his skull left him too dazed to speak.

 

He didn’t quite understand why they acted like this, but he couldn’t bring himself to complain. Maybe it was a dream, some fevered delusion after too many sleepless nights. Either way, he didn’t want to break the sweet illusion.

 

Guest was the first to lie down with him, pulling him tight against his chest. Elliot followed quickly, eager to test whether 007n7 was as comfortable as the others claimed.

 

A sigh of relief slipped from 007n7’s lips as their warmth enveloped him, making him feel safe and foolish at the same time.

 

His tail uncoiled and swayed lazily, brushing against their legs.

 

A sudden thud startled him, his nerves sparking with the urge to help. He tried to sit up, but Guest held him fast.

 

“Let me go. I’m fine, really.” He wriggled half-heartedly, vision blurring as Elliot plucked his glasses away.

 

“What kind of fool doesn’t let himself be cared for?” Guest muttered, pushing him back down between them.

 

“I’m just scared one of you will burn the place down.” 007n7 shivered, body swaying. “It feels colder.”

 

Taph quickly tossed another blanket over them. Dusekkar fed the fire, while Noob and Builderman kept Chance and TwoTime locked away in the kitchen.

 

“This isn’t fair!” Chance hissed, thrashing in Builderman’s grip. He pouted when shoved inside with TwoTime. “This is all your fault.”

 

Builderman grunted and walked away, done with their antics.

 

The others barely noticed—used to Chance and TwoTime’s petty fights.

 

007n7 managed a small smile as he nestled between Guest and Elliot, both too exhausted to move.

 

Elliot gently kissed 007n7's forehead, brushing away sweaty strands of hair. Guest, on the other hand, only allowed himself to hug 007n7 tightly.

 

The rest of the group looked on, each of them quietly longing for their own turn in his warm embrace. They stepped back for now, knowing they’d have plenty of time to cuddle and bask in 007n7’s gentleness.

 

For the moment, it was enough to watch. Enough to wonder what on earth 007n7 had done to make everyone care this much.

 

Not that they minded.

 

They let themselves enjoy the peace of the day.

 

---

 

"I already told you I won't kiss you on the lips, Chance." Elliot pushed the gamblers away from 007n7, wanting to continue having his moment with the ex-hacker.

 

"Don't be selfish, Elliot! We all deserve more love from 007n7." Chance growled softly, not wanting to upset 007n7.

 

"I'm not selfish. You just had it all yesterday with 007n7." He said with annoyance while glaring at Chance.

 

"But we want to spend more time with him." Noob joined the gamblers' tantrum, ruining Elliot's one-on-one time with 007n7.

 

"Come on Elliot, you must share." Shedletsky lunged at them and demanded his own kisses, hearing 007n7 laughing between them.

 

"You're a bunch of kids. You shouldn't be fighting over something like that. I'll give you what you want, but let me sleep now." He begged tiredly as he leaned against Shedletsky's chest.

 

Chance made a childish gesture to Elliot when he was robbed of 007n7's attention and affection, but Elliot just threw a pillow at him while continuing to cling to 007n7's back.

 

"Grow up, Chance." He murmured as he listened to 007n7 place small kisses on Shedletsky. Elliot demanded his own, and 007n7 turned to look at him for a few seconds.

 

"I should share but I don't get anything in the end." She complained as she let 007n7 turn completely around and take her face in his hands. Gently.

 

"There's enough to go around," she said with a small smile as she kissed Elliot's forehead and stroked his hair. 

The three of them huddled together, ignoring Chance's complaints.

 

 

---

++++

 

“I’d rather have the pool at home, more food for us.” He shrugged when he heard d7’s dramatic gasp. He stepped closer just to hug her tight and hold her still so the others could run from her screams.

 

“Next time I get to decide.” He declared as he nestled into his cousin’s arms. “You feel like a teddy bear. So soft.” He joked, dodging a shove from n7.

 

“Our teddy bear.” d7 splashed a whole bucket of water at him before running off. n7 let him go this time, laughing at the water attacks raining down on him.

 

 

---

 

After every night of tears and exhaustion, he made sure to whisper sweet words and curl up in a pile of messy blankets, always choosing comfort.

 

007e7 would start snoring, and that was his cue to leave—after placing a small kiss on his forehead and whispering encouragement.

 

“Rest now, e7. I’m proud of you. I’ll always be here.”

 

 

---

 

 

It was a well-kept secret; a quiet, beautiful place where the moon shone its brightest at night and the sun warmed the chill of the afternoons. Always cared for, always protected so no one else would discover it.

 

118o8 and 226w6 always begged to go play there. So every night—without fail—they went, the three of them curling up together, hugging close, shielding themselves from the cold with a thin blanket.

 

007n7 always ended up as his siblings’ pillow, but he didn’t mind. It felt good, knowing they leaned on him and sought the comfort of his body.

And before waking them up, he would kiss them on the top of their heads and ruffle their hair.

 

 

---

 

 

He regretted many things, but comforting Noli and showing him affection wasn’t one of them. No—maybe he could’ve tried harder, not let himself get carried away, maybe carved out a different future. But it didn’t matter anymore.

 

“Do you think we could ever be more?” 007n7 had his suspicions about what he meant, but never had an answer. He didn’t truly know what Noli was referring to either.

Noli’s love for him had been tangled up with the Void Star.

 

“I hope so, Noli. If you weren’t so weird.” He teased, dodging a playful swing. The joke was just a shield—he knew it, and so did Noli.

He caught him then, pulling him close, and forced him down just enough to press his lips against his in a kiss that lingered far longer than it should have.

 

They separated after a while, 007n7 continuing to pamper Noli with kisses around his face.

 

“You say that like you’re not even weirder than me,” Noli murmured, breathless now, his forehead resting against 007n7’s. His arms tightened around him as though letting go might break something fragile. He melted into the affection, into the warmth, into the promise neither dared to say aloud.

 

---

 

“Kidd? Are you feeling okay?” 007n7 always got home late, certain his son would already be asleep. But his paternal instinct never let him rest when something felt wrong.

 

“Come on, you can tell me anything. I won’t be upset, sweetheart.” He stroked C00lkidd’s hair gently, taming the unruly strands.

 

“Dad…”C00lkidd sobbed, clutching his stomach tightly. 007n7 pulled him close, lifting him onto his lap and cradling the boy against his chest.

 

“Shh, I’m here. Ask me for anything you want, darling.” He soothed C00lkidd, wiping away the little tears. “I’m right here.” He kissed his forehead softly while continuing to hug him.

 

Notes:

AUGUST 26 LAST ACT? OMHS I'M REALLY SORRY- TOT

I've been updating and writing my own works! But I haven't forgotten about this book. I'm working on it.
You are welcome to read my other works as well!

I like to leave you with Luckyhacker at the end lol

And yes, Guest knows a little sign language. 007n7 doesn't know it, but he learned to be more open-minded and imaginative through C00lkidd and managed to understand Guest's signs.

By the way! The last few fragments were going to be included in the story. They're memories from 007n7, but I decided not to add them because I want to work on them more thoroughly. Someday...

And for those waiting for Doomhacker. The publication was delayed because that Shot comes together with another one from admins/007n7 so yes, I should have the other one ready to give it a little more...of meaning.

Dude, I'm back to school and this headache is killing me. And why did they give me three projects for next week? I hate school, fortunately it's my last year and I'll start working right away... I don't know if I want to go to university, it's not an aspiration although I keep thinking about it...

Chapter 38: 🥀❓ — SurpriseScript — Doesn't it bother you?

Summary:

ackkkk omg omg new chapter?! yummyyy 😋😋😋

can u do azure and 007n7? fluff, angst, or smut ,just anything and ill gladly read them😋😋

—Meph_123

Notes:

The ship's original name is BretayedHacker or something like that, but I found the name funny. You shouldn't expect much of a surprise. It's not like you're expecting a 'surprise'... Right?

Uhm heheh, I had many ideas for this couple, but I just wanted to experiment with Azure discovering another traitor on the survivors' side :3

Azure sighed as they threw themself onto the mattress, bored by the lack of action—even if it didn’t really bother them that much.

 

The Specter was far too irritated with them, just because they were “too kind.” Azure didn’t get it; they were killing their opponents. Sure, maybe it was a quick death, without the drawn-out torment the others seemed to enjoy, but torture had never mattered to Azure.

 

Only to TwoTime.

 

Always so infuriating, just as they remembered. TwoTime was tangled up with the Spawn’s cult, and Azure’s stomach twisted every time they saw them kneeling in prayer before slaughtering him without mercy.

 

Azure was angry with the Specter, too. TwoTime’s devotion to the Spawn had always been fragile, easy to twist. And now, with their “second life,” it had become unbearable.

 

With a growl, Azure collapsed onto the floor. The cold sank into their bones and lingered there. They opened their eyes, scanning their surroundings.

 

"I’m sure you’ll love meeting someone just like your cultist friends.”

 

 

 

Like them? They didn’t know if there was a new survivor—no one had mentioned anything. With another sigh, Azure began to check the area. The Carnival.

 

A faint memory tugged at their mind. C00lkidd had always loved to “play tag” here, especially with his father. What was his name again? Didn’t matter.

 

The whispered words circled in their mind. <“Just like them.”> What did that mean? Another cultist? Easy to sway? Insufferable and annoying?

 

Azure snarled as TwoTime’s dagger dug into their back, forcing old memories to the surface. They growled, twisting around. For once, it felt good not to feel the stupid delay TwoTime’s blade caused, unlike those kids who always whined.

 

With a burst of speed, Azure struck back, catching TwoTime in one of their hidden tendrils and landing another blow.

 

Then someone shoved them away, shielding TwoTime. Azure looked up, shoving a clone aside, and watched as the survivor retreated with their prey.

 

Setting another trap at the only exit, Azure sprinted back toward the corner where they were hiding. A smile spread across their face when they found TwoTime exposed.

 

They didn’t hesitate—striking, a tendril lashing across TwoTime’s chest. Their grin widened at the scream that tore from TwoTime’s lips—only for it to vanish as another damn clone intercepted the hit.

 

The survivor seized the chance to run. Unluckily for them, 007n7 stumbled straight into Azure’s trap, ensnared by writhing tentacles that held him fast.

 

“007!” TwoTime was just about to return—close to having enough time to use their dagger and earn a blood sacrifice—but a clone of 007n7 shoved them back.

 

“Run!” 007n7’s voice rang out, and TwoTime hesitated only for a heartbeat before fleeing.

 

Azure bristled at the man’s selfless act, always putting others before himself.

 

“Doesn’t it bother you?” Azure asked, tightening their hold on the ex-hacker’s body. “Watching them abandon you to your fate?” For a split second, confusion flickered in 007n7’s eyes.

 

“Why should it? It doesn’t matter.” He growled, writhing against the binding tentacles. “And I don’t like it when they target someone specific.”

 

“You should. They deserve it.” The irritation leaked into Azure’s voice as they slammed 007n7 into a wall.

 

“What did they do?” The words left 007n7 with a gasp of stolen breath, but Azure, too talkative for once, seemed willing to draw it out—even if death loomed.

 

“That’s irrelevant. Stop protecting them.” Azure’s tentacle coiled tighter around his neck, the ex-hacker’s resistance dwindling.

 

007n7 scowled but, finally, surrendered. He let Azure kill him—he wasn’t going far with half his limbs shattered anyway.

 

Azure watched the quiet surrender of his body, and for a fleeting moment, guilt pricked at them. But they pressed forward.

 

---

 

 

The voices had been whispering again.

 

Azure ignored them at first, but they only grew louder, circling around the same name over and over: 007n7.

 

"He betrayed you.”

 

 

 

“He’s no different from the others. A hacker, a liar, a traitor.”

 

 

 

Azure’s fists clenched, tendrils twitching against the cold floor of the cabin. They pressed their palms hard against their ears, but the voices never came from outside. They were inside, coiling in their skull like worms.

 

Why him? Why did their thoughts keep dragging back to him?

 

TwoTime and the rest of those pests had slipped through Azure’s fingers before, but 007n7… he lingered. His blood, his fear, his silence—it stuck to them like sap.

 

“You should have finished him.”

 

 

 

“He’ll betray you, too.”

 

 

 

Azure slammed their head against the wall, growling, trying to scatter the whispers. But they only laughed, echoing deep, like a chorus just out of reach.

 

And still—beneath it all—was that question that clawed at them like a splinter:

 

Why couldn’t they kill him?

 

 

 

---

 

 

007n7 collapsed against a wall. Blood poured from the gaping wound in his back, his body trembling with pain—he’d stumbled into one of Azure’s traps again. This time, though, a tendril had struck deep, piercing through him.

 

He hated how this cursed place forced them to keep going, pumping adrenaline through their veins so they’d stumble forward until they collapsed into certain death.

 

With a ragged growl, he stopped, unable to bear the agony any longer. Blood trickled past his lips, the cold stinging his fingers until they throbbed with numbness.

 

Hands steadied his shoulders, and he leaned into them instinctively.

 

“No—wait, we’ll… we’ll get you help.” His blurred vision couldn’t make out the figure, but the dagger flashing near his face gave him a clue.

Before he could respond, the cultists rushed away, muttering hurried prayers and swearing they’d find aid.

 

Footsteps echoed behind him, but he was too focused on simply staying awake to pay them any attention.

 

Azure tensed. Their traps never pierced victims like this—they were meant to ensnare, to hold. Their fists clenched as they sprinted toward the bloody trail, eyes narrowing when they saw 007n7 staggering, leaving crimson streaks across the ground.

 

Just ahead, TwoTime was already fleeing, leaving 007n7 behind once more. Azure nearly chased after them, but no—this demanded attention. They needed time to track down those slippery pests.

 

007n7 braced himself against the wall, awaiting death. His calm surrender churned Azure’s stomach—how could he just give up without even asking for help?

 

Azure slipped closer, appearing at his side in a blink.

 

“Doesn’t it bother you? Being abandoned. Left to die.” The same words from their last encounter slipped out, dripping with venom.

 

Their tendrils coiled around 007n7’s trembling body. His tail curled instinctively around one, clinging to it as if for support.

 

He coughed blood, raw and unguarded, but tried to buy himself more time. “There’s no point in helping someone already half-dead.” His whisper broke as the tendrils lifted him gently, pressing tighter.

 

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” Azure murmured, staring at the gaping wound.

 

007n7 didn’t understand, but he fought to stay conscious.

 

“They were only meant to hold. Not…” The words died in Azure’s throat as his blood seeped into the grass, iron mingling with the damp earth. The scent dragged up ugly memories, but they held their ground.

 

They couldn’t kill him here. But they couldn’t just leave him suffering either. Azure had never allowed themself to end someone outside their traps—or into a patch of herbs or flowers. Whether from trauma or something deeper, it didn’t matter.

 

“Can’t you ask your friends for help?” Azure pressed, irritation edging into their tone as they watched time slip away.

 

“Hmh?” 007n7’s eyes were unfocused, his mind drifting. He wasn’t even processing Azure’s words anymore.

 

Frustration burned in Azure’s chest. They squeezed tighter around him. If those damned teammates would just show up to save him, Azure might have considered sparing all of them—just this once.

 

And yet… they couldn’t bring themself to let him go. He was broken by their trap. That guilt lingered like a thorn in their side.

 

“He deserves it.”

 

 

 

Azure lowered him to the ground, waiting for him to faint and let death take him. They didn’t want their hands stained with this kind of ending—but curiosity gnawed at them all the same.

 

The voices whispered still, warning, chanting, filling the silence with words Azure couldn’t quite understand. But they all circled back to him. To 007n7.

 

007n7 groaned as Azure’s hand brushed his back, near the wound. His blood stained their palm, but Azure ignored it.

 

Their fingers traced the scar under his chin—a clear mark that made his body tremble. They pressed gently, feeling its edges.

 

“He brought this on himself.”

 

 

 

“No—” He tried to pull away, only to rip his wound open further. The grass beneath him was unforgiving, but Azure’s tendrils wrapped around him with an odd kind of comfort.

 

“Don’t you feel alone? Your teammates let you bleed out, abandoned again. What a shame… with that GUI of yours, you could’ve been a good ally.” Azure smiled as 007n7’s eyes fluttered, fighting against the pull of unconsciousness.

 

“They don’t—”

 

“And yet here you are, bleeding, dying in my arms. A killer beside you while your friends are nowhere in sight. Why?” Azure’s grip tightened, their curiosity sharper now.

 

“I—” His breathing grew frantic, every word choking in his own blood.

 

“What would you do with another traitor?”

 

 

 

Azure made a choice. No time left to hunt TwoTime, no time to chase the others. If they missed this chance, the voices would only torment them again, and they’d forget—lock it all away. A mercy, maybe. But those whispers kept urging: he was just like them.

 

They scoured the ground for a medkit, finding one nearby. But when they returned, the sight froze them—007n7 in the hands of the cultists.

 

“Thank the Great Spawn you’re safe.” TwoTime smiled, letting the bandages miraculously knit his wounds.

 

007n7 groaned in both relief and pain. He was grateful TwoTime hadn’t left him there. Neither noticed the predator looming nearby.

 

TwoTime was yanked back violently, hurled into a wall by Azure’s tendrils, forced away from 007n7.

 

“What the hell are you doing?” Azure growled, looming closer to the ex-hacker. He was healed now, alive enough to answer questions. But first, the little intruders had to be dealt with.

 

“Azure—oh, what a joy to see you.” TwoTime smiled bitterly, dagger already in hand.

 

“They’re both allies. Both the same.”

 

 

 

Azure glared at that stupid smile—too much like the nervous curve of 007n7’s lips. Their gaze flicked between the two.

 

They bound 007n7 in tendrils, keeping him close, unwilling to let him slip away. TwoTime noticed the attention. Azure had been watching 007n7 more than usual lately. Even they didn’t realize how much it distracted them.

 

“Leave, and maybe I’ll forgive you this time,” Azure growled, tossing the spare medkit toward TwoTime.

 

“Oh, dear Azure, you’re as merciful as our Great Spawn—”

 

“Spare me. Get out.” Their voice snapped firm, impatient.

 

The cultists glanced at 007n7 once more before withdrawing. He gave a small nod, silently assuring them he’d be fine.

 

That faint smile of his was the last thing TwoTime saw before vanishing, their own smile faltering. Azure only scowled.

 

“What kind of relationship do you two even have?” Azure asked, lifting 007n7 with a casual squeeze.

 

“…Excuse me?” He understood the question, but didn’t expect Azure to care.

 

“Are you friends?”

 

“No… it’s complicated.” 007n7 squirmed, not sure how to answer.

 

“Complicated?” Azure gave him a little shake, like a foolish, helpless animal.

 

“My relationship with my teammates is complicated.” He growled, lashing out with a kick, irritated.

 

“Do you want the truth?”

 

 

 

Azure’s eyes narrowed, searching past him—but they weren’t Noli. They couldn’t peer into minds a of others. 

 

“What did you do?” Their tone was curious now. They loosened their grip, letting him drop to the dirt.

 

His hands pressed into the filthy ground. “Why should I tell you? Why do you even care?” He wished Azure hadn’t singled him out.

 

“Does his presence bother you too?”

 

 

 

Azure’s brow furrowed, but they kept calm, waiting. Their tendrils still coiled his legs, preventing escape. He had no choice—stay, or spill his past to a killer he barely knew.

 

“He’s weak. Cowardly. Just like someone else I know.”

 

 

 

Azure tightened their grip, dragging him closer, holding a bloom in their hand. They crushed it—and screams poured out from within, pained cries of a familiar voice.

 

007n7’s blood ran cold. He checked the scoreboard—TwoTime was still alive. Yet those screams clawed into his mind.

 

“What the hell—?”

 

“I can show you more. I can make you scream like that. But if you cooperate, I’ll spare them.” The voices clawed at Azure’s skull, though their words stayed steady.

 

“I—had a complicated past.” His voice cracked, trembling. “I was a hacker and…” The screams grew louder, drowning him. “Shut up—please, shut up.” He sobbed, shrinking back.

 

Guilt flickered in Azure’s chest as they silenced the bloom. 007n7 sagged with a shaky breath, but the fear lingered in his eyes.

 

“I had a son… I regret it all. Everything I did, everything I could’ve done. I wanted to change, but I had to leave my past behind.” His lips trembled, nerves raw under Azure’s looming presence.

 

Azure wiped away the tears that slid down his face. 007n7 didn’t fight the touch—he leaned into it, just slightly.

 

“I left someone important.” Azure cupped his cheek, urging him to continue.

“He—he mattered to me…” His voice broke.

 

“If he did, why leave him?” Azure’s confusion bled into anger. How could they abandon someone so precious—the one you’re supposed to love, protect at all costs?

 

“I didn’t want my son dragged down. I didn’t want him ending up a failure like me.”

 

Azure thought of C00lkidd bragging about his father, glowing with pride, claiming he could do things no one else could.

 

“He’s a traitor.”

 

 

 

“That doesn’t excuse it.” Azure’s words dripped venom, making 007n7 flinch.

 

“I know.” He sounded remorseful, and Azure didn’t know what to do with it. Where they had sought regret from TwoTime, they found it here, in 007n7. TwoTime would never apologize—they both knew that. But 007n7’s voice carried sincerity, even if it was too late.

 

“So you abandoned someone… for your son?” Azure doubted they’d ever understand paternal love.

 

“He was my ray of light. I had no future with... My partner. But C00lkidd gave me a second chance.” His eyes shone as he spoke of his son, his tail twitching with warmth at the thought of that radiant smile.

 

“He’s a fool.” Azure admitted, though the child did bring a strange brightness to the killers’ cabin, cutting through the poison in the air. “But he’s… sweet. In his way.”

 

Only seconds left. They could kill 007n7 now—or let him live, let the light cling to him a little longer.

 

"Will you forgive him?”

 

 

 

Azure leaned close, pressing their body against the ex-hacker’s trembling chest. His breath hitched, uncomfortable with the intimacy.

 

For a moment, their breaths mingled—then Azure pulled back. They needed proof of his regret. Was it genuine? Or just another lie to buy time?

 

“He’s alone.”

 

 

 

Yet Azure lingered near, soaking in the warmth radiating from him.

 

“Does it bother you? Being with me?” 007n7 stared, waiting for the strike. Betrayal was never forgiven among killers. But empathy wasn’t their strength either.

 

“Yes. And you have no one else. Do you?” Azure’s fingers traced his body, almost idly.

 

His tense body was answer enough. Azure sighed. They had to admit it—007n7 had changed. Despite hiding in the shadows, he’d always sacrificed himself in matches, always gathering resources for his team, always distracting killers with those ridiculous clones. Sometimes, he even made it out as the last man standing, dragging victory out of hell itself.

 

No wonder his teammates kept their distance. But anyone watching closely could see he was dependable, steady—someone worth leaning on, even if he hated talking about himself.

 

Of course, none of it erased his past. But in this hell, anyone would’ve expected the past to be forgotten, survival taking its place. What a pity.

 

“Everyone has their reasons. Don’t they?” The laughter echoed only in Azure’s head.

 

 

 

They rolled their eyes but didn’t move away. Their hand found the scar under his chin again. Under the moonlight, it gleamed like a jewel.

 

“How did you get this?” Their grip tightened.

 

“I’ll be pissed if you keep prying into things that aren’t your business.” He growled, but didn’t shy away from the touch. Somehow, it was almost comforting.

 

“Don’t be rude.” Azure let the subject drop—for now.

 

They massaged the bruises along his limbs, pressing his body however they pleased. To their surprise, 007n7 relaxed into the touches instead of recoiling.

 

“Do you believe in second chances?”

 

 

 

Azure considered. Was he worth it?

 

“Then I can find you anywhere,” they said softly, heart tightening at their own words. They needed to learn more about him.

 

“I don’t see why not.” He muttered, resigned, gently pushing them back. Not the best company—but then, neither of them were.

 

Azure smirked crookedly, brushing his face. Their bloodied hand scraped against his sweaty skin, but neither cared.

 

With a small flourish, Azure pulled a flower from behind his ear and placed it in his hand.

 

It was the last thing he saw before he was pulled back to the main cabin. TwoTime rushed toward him, and he quickly hid the bloom, fearing how their bond might twist things.

 

He shrugged off their questions, smiling faintly, too tired to keep playing for the day.

 

Later, he planted the white orchid, hoping it wouldn’t wither like all the other plants here. The moonlight made it glow, mesmerizing him for long minutes until a yawn stole over him.

 

With one last glance, he turned away.

 

---

 

“He’s a traitor.”

 

 

 

<He regrets it, struggles to become better for someone who pulled him out of the pit he dug himself.> Azure slammed their head against the wall, desperate for the voices to fade.

 

“A betrayal is never forgotten.”

 

 

 

<A betrayal only reveals the other’s true face. He changed to improve, betrayed to move toward a better future, to stop ruining more lives.>

 

“…Don’t turn your back on him.”

 

 

 

Azure let out an exasperated sigh as the voice finally slipped away, leaving them alone with their thoughts.

 

“Uncle Azure?” A small voice piped up from the doorway, belonging to a tall red boy peeking into the cabin.

 

“What is it, kid?” Azure opened the door with their tendrils, letting C00lkidd step inside.

 

“1x4 says you should come to dinner.” C00lkidd leaned against the frame, idly fiddling with one of Azure’s plants.

 

“Tell them I was with 007n7.” Azure knew most of the killers understood the frustration of dealing with 007n7’s abilities, so it hardly mattered to mention it in front of them.

 

“You saw Dad? Isn’t he amazing?” The boy bounced with excitement, his tail wagging hard behind him.

 

“Of course he is, kid. He really is.” The bitterness in Azure’s voice went unnoticed.

 

C00lkidd wandered deeper into the cabin, his original errand already forgotten, chattering on and on.

 

Azure sighed but listened anyway, even if they weren’t in the mood. The child’s voice carried nothing but warmth as he spoke of 007n7, every detail bright and unshaken.

 

And slowly, Azure had to admit it—maybe 007n7 really never had another choice. Leaving C00lkidd to fend for himself had never been an option.

 

So he did what he had to do.

Notes:

Yes, I'm supposed to keep up with the list I have, but more content from these two is needed grrr

Anyway, lately I've been meaning to pass out from exhaustion, but today I did. Surprise, 20 missed calls. Dude, give me a break? Ugh

I have two ideas for other works, so I'm late for the pending works here. I'm really sorry. I need to get free from here. 100,000+ words written in this book? What have I been doing with my life?

Anyway, I'll continue with the requests I have and try to finish the other works before publishing anything else, although I make no promises.

A traitor x a betrayed :3

Uhmmm maybe DecoyDagger mentioned, but as you wish.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Maya's most developed requests