sWs_o Forsaken ONESHOT’S (CLOSED, goodbye)

by sWs_o (orphan_account)

Summary:

Forsaken request book!

Rules on the first page

Request on the first page

GO WILD!

Chapter 1

Hello! My name is sWs_o, also known as Omega! I’ve been seeing so many forsaken request books, and i’ve been getting into writing…

SO! I decided I wanted to make my own!

Please request stuff 🙏

If you know me irl, no the fuck you dont!!

~ Ω

What I will do:

Polyamorous relationships
Character x Reader
Selfcest
Rarepairs
Trans characters
Cannibalism
Gore
Most kinks

What I won’t do:

Ageplay / age regression
Rape / non-con
Minor x minor smut
Minor x Adult non-platonic relationship
Body fluids that isn’t cum, blood or spit
Feet

Feel free to ask! If I don't like, I won’t write! I don’t judge, so… GO WILD!

~ Ω

Emojis and their meaning:

🔥~ Smut
💥~ Crack / Shenanigans
💋~ Romantic / Tension
🌸~ Fluff
💧~ Angst

~ Ω

How i would like You to format your request:

Category: Fluff, Angst, Smut?

Ship: Which characters?

Relationship: Friends, enemies, lovers?

Scene: What do you want me to write?

Personality: How do you want me to write the characters?

Extra: Any extra notes?

~ Ω

Waitlist:

🔥/💋 Doublefedora / Chance x Mafioso Enemies to Lovers

💧 Roblox gets forsaken

🔥 iChance / iTrapped x Chance one sided friendship to lovers

🔥 Azure x Noob x Two Time Jealousy

💥/🌸 Mafioso & 007n7 scolding

🌸 Elliot x Noob Snow

🔥 7n7Noli / 007n7 x Noli top 007n7

💧 Doublefedora / Chance x Mafioso ANGST.

🔥 Guest & Chance & Shedletsky jorking it

💧/🌸 John Doe x Jane Doe & Guest 1337 family

🔥 Doublefedora / Chance x Mafioso Vacay

🔥 ChickenBurger / 007n7 x Shedletsky Gangbang

🔥 Buildermon / Builderman x Telamon Overworked

🌸/💋 Taph x Dusekkar Snuggles

💧 Taph Angst

Chapter 2: Doublefedora (unfinished)

Summary:

Get what i never finished writing before the ao3 curse hit me!! i won’t be finishing any requests bc my life is in shambles. not giving details, fuck you lifeeee!

I didn’t reread through this, I didn’t finish this, if it’s confusing, fuck you, if the dialogue dies halfway, not my problem!

There’s a note somewhere saying “smut starts here” or smt if ur js in for the smut, which ISNT finished and never will be unless my motivation spikes and my life suddenly gets better.

This wasn’t exactly what Chance thought he’d experience.

Standing in front of the mirror in his cabin, his half tired expression was quickly turned into one of shock. Staring back at him was himself, but not just himself. Himself with bunny ears.

He rubbed his eyes. Once, still there. Twice, still there. He blinked. Still there. “What the fuck?..”

His hand instinctively reached up to touch the ears. Yupp. They’re real. He pulled slightly on them, testing to see if they could just pop off.

They didn’t.

For a solid thirty seconds, he stood there, mouth agape, brain split in half. “Nope. Not dealing with this alone.” Was all he said before putting on his suit, followed along with his iconic headphones, shades and fedora.

He was lucky the ears didn’t get in the way of his headphones, but his fedora was another story. The ears were folded down, dropped to the side and sticking out weirdly.

Either, he had to cut holes into his precious fedora, or go without. He did neither of those. He folded his ears down to the back of his head so they laid slightly more comfortable, and looked slightly less messy.

As he walked out of the door, the cold air hit him in the face as a sucker-punch. The sky never seemed to have the sun up, The Spectre never granted them that pleasure.

With one hand in his pocket, the other flipping his coin, Chance entered the main cabin.

The others seemed to already be up, chatting away with one another as he walked in. Elliot and Guest 1337 were both the first and closest people he noticed, standing by the bookshelf. He made his way over to them.

The moment Elliot noticed Chance, the current sentence he was saying fell flat on his tongue. “What the fuck happened to you?”

Guest 1337 who had his back turned, was halfway to spitting out his coffee at the sight. “Are those—” He coughed, “are those bunny ears?”

He flipped his coin into the air before catching it with a soft click. “Apparently.”

Elliot didn’t seem convinced. “Are they.. Real?”

“Wouldn’t come off when I pulled at them, so I guess so.” Chance muttered, watching the coin more than the shocked look of his friends.

“You’re kidding.” Elliot’s eyebrows were now raised, but quickly put in their place as Two Time shoved past, staring at the ears with the eyes cats gave when birdwatching.

“You must’ve been blessed by The Spawn, I request to dismember them to maintain their pristine condition.” Within a second, Two had managed to get their blade up to Chance’s ears before forcefully being ripped off by Guest. Even then their focus did not leave the ears.

Chance didn’t even flinch. He just gave a quick sigh as he caught the coin mid-air, and put it back into his pocket.

“Can I not go five minutes without someone trying to harvest a piece of me?” He muttered.

Guest was holding Two by under the arms from behind, “You can’t just cut a piece of someone off.” He scolded.

“I requested.”

Guest looked like he was about to say something, but was cut short by a round staring.

Chance was already back to flipping his coin the second he was teleported. The map was horror hotel, and judging by the faint music, he could tell Mafioso was the killer. Not that it mattered, every killer was bad news in this hell.

He quickly made use of himself, crouching down to the generator he spawned near, fixing the wires with practiced ease after doing it over and over again. He gave a short glance at the stats. Taph was down, most likely spawned near the killer. Most people were at full health though, which wasn’t shocking due to the round just starting.

The generator hummed to life as he finished the last wire, resuming to flipping his coin to hopefully get at least 2 or more charges.

Lady luck seemed to finally be on his side, he won three out of five! With three charges on his hand, he seeked out Mafioso.

It seemed weird how he hadn’t seen Mafioso all round, by now he’d at the very least see him chasing someone down past him or anything of the like. Nonetheless, he had a task. Stun the killer.

With a quick glance at the stats, he saw two left alive, himself and Shedletsky— WAIT WHAT? How long was he working on the generator?! Couldn’t be that long.. How the fuck did Mafioso manage to kill everyone that quickly?! Must be in a bad mood.

Running through the map, he finally spotted Mafioso— shoving a sword into Shedletsky. Great. Last man standing. Time to run! He’d save his shot for when he’s in more trouble.

Without thinking, he turned on his heels and sprinted down the nearest hallway, holding onto his fedora in hopes of it not flying off.

Running out of stamina, he turned a corner and entered the kitchen, standing behind the wall and calculating his timing. As if on que, Mafioso entered the kitchen.

BANG.

Bullseye!

He ran off again, carelessly wasting his stamina as he ran. The timer must be low, right?

…

Well, the timer’s glitched.

What should have said something under a minute, was now saying 99:59.

He’s most definitely, absolutely, fucked. From the back to the crack! (Honey, the only thing getting fucked is your crack. JOKE, kinda..)

He slid down a corner, heart in his throat as he ran. Only to realize, this was a dead end.

“You’re kidding.”

The music had gotten louder, closer. Too close. He turned round slowly, already raising his hands in the air.

“Cornered?” Mafioso said, almost amused. “Didn’t expect that from you.”

Chance rolled his eyes in response, “What can I say, like to keep things interesting.”

Mafioso took a step closer, a little too controlled. He took a step back, back hitting the wall. He kept his poker face up, but his ears twitched slightly, betraying the whole hiding his fear scheme.

The killer stepped closer, now towering over him. And fuck, he was tall. Standing over two heads taller than him, and he was six feet tall!

Mafioso grabbed a hold of Chance’s chin, rather gently given the circumstances, tilting his head to the left.

“Your smell is delightful.”

Chance blinked. “Wh—, excuse me?” He narrowed his eyes in confusion, clearly taken aback, wiggling his head out of the grasp on his chin.

“I knew I wasn’t imagining it.” He let his hand fall slowly, head tilted slightly.

He stared at him, face bewildered with shock. “Is this a weak attempt of— flirting with me?”

“Maybe.” Mafioso admitted, the sword in his hand twitching idly at his side.

“Are you planning to kiss or kill me?” He raised an eyebrow, staring at the sword

“That depends,” he grabbed a hold of Chance’s hand, bringing it to his face. “Would you let me?” He pressed a kiss to the hand.

Chance blinked as a blush creeped up his face, yanking his hand back.

“... You’re not going to stab me, are you?”

The killer tilted his head slightly “Not unless you want me to.”

“Real funny,” Chance muttered, taking a step to the side. But before he could fully take the step, Mafioso had already managed to grab a hold of his wrist firmly, but not harsh. Before he could protest, he gave a twist and a thug, spinning the gambler around once in a fluid circle.

“HEY—”

Chance lost his balance from the sudden spin, but just as he was about to fall, Mafioso caught him.

One arm wrapped securely around his back, the other bracing his hand. The kind of pose you’d expect after a ballroom stunt, Chance’s body dipping backwards, Mafioso leaning slightly over him.

Neither of them moved.

Chance’s breath caught, not from the spin, but from the sheer closeness of the contact.

“... You gonna let me go, or…?” He mumbled, not holding eye contact, his usual sarcasm stuck in his throat.

Mafioso didn’t answer, didn’t tighten his grip, didn’t loosen. Though his stare never left Chance.

“May I?” (CONSENT IS SEXY.)

Chance froze.

Two words.

And maybe it was the pressure, the tension, or the goddamn scent he could smell coming from Mafioso too. Or maybe he wasn’t just thinking.

“Fuck it.”

He grabbed a hold of Mafioso’s shirt, yanking him forward until their mouths met in a sudden kiss.

It was short, just long enough for Chance’s brain to catch up to what he was doing, just long enough for Mafioso to pull into another kiss, lips crashing together a little more violently than the previous.

Chance was the one who pulled back, eyes darting everywhere except Mafioso’s eyes. His breathing was shallow, ears lightly twitching under his now skewed fedora.

Mafioso hovered near Chance’s face, not touching, simply there, breathing Chance in heavily.

“You need to say it,” His voice dropped low, “May I proceed?”

Chance swallowed, “You’re really asking?”

“You think I’d touch you without?” Mafioso’s gaze steadied.

He leaned closer, a teasing smirk plastered across his face. “And if I agree?”

“Then I’ll ruin you,” “one touch at a time.”

“... Okay.”

“That wasn’t a yes.”

Smut starts now

“Yes.” That was all it took. In one fluid motion, Mafioso pulled him from the ballroom dip, twisting them both until Chance’s back hit the wall. He let out a breath, not from pain, but from the speed Mafioso was going for.

And then Mafioso was on him.

Lips crashing together, more hunger this time, as if Mafioso was devouring him. One hand was firmly placed on the wall right by his head, the other slowly creeping from his back to his waist.

He resisted a whimper to escape. If you told him yesterday, he’d be making out with one of the hottest killers, he would have laughed in your face and told you Lady Luck didn’t bless him nearly enough for that.

He didn’t have time to think, to breathe before Mafioso's hands found his hips, lifting him up with ease. Instincts kicked in as Chance wrapped his legs around the killer's waist, grinding down slightly without meaning to.

“Fuck—” Chance gasped as Mafioso bit at his bottom lip. The fedora had fallen somewhere, laid forgotten onto the floor as his tail rapidly twitched with excitement— oh. He had a tail too.

Mafioso’s hand slid up his waist, slipping under Chance’s clothes and spreading his hand across the bare skin. In response, the gambler’s hips jerked forward, grinding on purpose this time, causing a bit of friction for the both of them, but not enough.

Mafioso’s other hand cupped the back of his head, thumb brushing over the base of the bunny ears. Chance jolted, lips parted in a slight gasp that Mafioso took full advantage of. Sliding his tongue in, he coated the gambler’s mouth with his own, eating up every sound that escaped. His lips parted wider in instinct to the not so gentle kiss.

Chance moaned into his mouth, hands loosely fisting at Mafioso’s coat, not to pull him closer, but to have something to do with his hands and hold on. Because the kiss was quickly unraveling him.

Each time he pulled slightly away, Mafioso followed, diving in deeper, hungrier, catching his lips right back in. His lips burned, but his body didn’t care, reaching for just a little more.

When they finally broke apart, it wasn’t with a clean parting, it was with teeth tugging one last time at his lip, a final swipe of tongue, and then air. Sweet, sharp air that filled Chance’s lungs like he was surfacing from drowning.

His head lolled against the wall as he sucked in a breath, panting. Eyes half-lidded. Ears twitching madly. Lips red, spit-slick, and parted.

But Chance barely had a chance to suck in a breath before Mafioso was on him again.

This time, not his lips, but his neck.

Without a word, Mafioso ducked his head, burying his face in the crook of Chance’s throat. A sharp inhale rattled through him, breathing him in heavily and then his mouth opened against the skin in a hot, wet, desperate kiss.

Then he bit down.

Lips and tongue followed each bite. Wet kisses smeared across the column of his throat, mouth moving with no hesitation, no pause, like he was tasting something forbidden and couldn’t stop himself. Over his pulse, across his collar, behind his ear, anywhere he could sink his mouth into.

Chance’s head hit the wall, body pinned, completely under Mafioso. The air was thick with heat, the scent of sweat, leather, and something darker, something like arousal.

Mafioso pressed in tighter, breath ragged. His hips ground forward, slow and deliberate, as his mouth marked lower. More teeth. More tongue. Another shuddering inhale.

Mafioso didn’t let up.

If anything, the sounds Chance made only drove him further. Every breathy gasp, every twitch of his ears, every unconscious buck of his hips, it fueled him.

His mouth moved lower, tongue dragging along Chance’s collarbone before biting down again, just above the line of his shirt. Sharp, then soothing, a rhythm that had Chance panting, head tipped helplessly back against the wall.

He felt lightheaded, dizzy from the lack of air and the way Mafioso kept stealing it from him, first with that kiss, and now with the heat of his mouth. He couldn’t even catch a full breath before Mafioso was there again, sucking another mark into his skin.

Chance’s legs tightened around the killer’s waist instinctively, grounding himself with the only leverage he had, Mafioso’s body.

Mafioso worked Chance’s pants open enough to reach skin, dragging his gloved fingers slowly down the crack of his ass. Chance tensed, but didn’t stop him, his breath hitched, hips tilting forward instinctively, chasing contact.

And Mafioso noticed. Oh, he noticed everything.

Especially the way Chance gasped when two fingers brushed the sensitive base of his tail.

“Shit—!”

His whole body twitched violently, ears stiffening straight up before twitching back again. His cock pressed tight against Mafioso’s chest from the way he was held up, already hard, already leaking. The stimulation was maddening and the killer had barely even started.

"Didn't peg you for being so sensitive here," Mafioso said, almost mocking, but low, pleased, hungry.

Chance gave him a look, but it dissolved into another shaky breath when those fingers circled again, slowly teasing the rim just below his tail.

“Hurry up,” Chance hissed. “Either put your damn hands to use or let me down and I’ll do it myse—fuck!”

Two slick fingers slipped inside him with little warning, Mafioso having spit into his hand moments before.

His head dropped forward onto Mafioso’s shoulder as the fingers moved deeper, curling just right. His mouth fell open around a soft moan, breath hot against Mafioso’s collar.

And he was still off the ground. Still pinned against the wall, nowhere to run, nowhere to buck or move properly. Just Mafioso holding him there, working him open, annoyingly slowly.

“Can feel you clenching,” Mafioso murmured, biting lightly down on Chance’s earlobe. “You need more?”

Chance nodded wordlessly, gasping again when the fingers twisted, scissoring gently.

“Words,” Mafioso said.

“Yes—fuck, yes. More.”

“That’s better.” The killer’s voice dropped even lower, pure gravel and heat.

To punctuate the statement, he grazed his teeth along the base of one of Chance’s ears. Chance cried out, hips jerking as a third finger slid in. The stretch was rougher, more raw now, but god, he wanted it. Craved it.

Mafioso swallowed the next sound he made in a deep kiss. Chance clawed at his shoulders as best he could from his position, body tight and trembling, barely hanging on.

His voice was ragged when he broke the kiss. “You.. you gonna fuck me against this wall or are you just gonna tease all night?” he managed, trying to smirk through the red flush on his cheeks.

Mafioso didn’t waste another second. Unbuckling his own belt, tossing it aside for future use.

He shifted his stance, adjusted the grip on Chance’s thighs, and pressed forward with a slow, terrifying purpose. The thick head of his cock nudged against the slick entrance, teasing just briefly, just enough to make Chance squirm.

Then he pushed in.

“F—uuuck,” Chance gasped, his whole body jolting at the stretch.

Mafioso didn’t stop. Just kept going, inch by inch, until Chance’s back was arching off the wall, legs trembling around his waist, nails scraping weakly at the killer’s shoulders.

"Too much?" Mafioso asked, though his tone said he wasn’t stopping either way.

“No, don’t you fucking dare—” Chance snarled through clenched teeth, panting hard. “I said… more.”

That was all the permission he needed.

With a low, guttural groan, Mafioso bottomed out, pressing in deep until their hips were flush and Chance was full to the brim.
Chance let out a strangled moan, head thrown back against the wall. “S-shit, I can feel you in my throat…”

“Good,” Mafioso growled, biting down hard on Chance’s neck, not enough to break skin, but enough to bruise. “You’re gonna take every inch.”

He pulled back slow, almost to the tip, and slammed back in with force.

Chance’s cock was pinned between their bodies, untouched, leaking across his stomach. Every movement sent shocks of heat through his spine. The helplessness of it, the way Mafioso held him up, used him, filled him, it was driving him out of his mind

Mafioso’s hips didn’t slow, each thrust a deep, possessive claim that sent tremors racing through Chance’s body. His ears flattened against the wall, twitching with every sharp movement. The sensitive skin there was alive under the rough press of Mafioso’s hand, cupping and kneading his tail as it flicked erratically, betraying his mounting desperation.

“Gods, you’re fucking made for this,” Mafioso grunted low, voice thick and rough. His fingers tightened around the soft fur at the base of Chance’s tail, stroking slow and deliberate, making Chance’s breath hitch into a broken moan. “Can’t get enough of this scent of yours. It’s driving me insane.”

Chance’s head lolled back, lips parted in a ragged gasp. The way Mafioso’s hand teased and stroked right where the tail met his spine, so intimate, so vulnerable, sent waves of heat radiating through him. The tight, slick stretch around Mafioso’s cock felt impossibly good, like every nerve was firing all at once, trembling on the edge of too much.

Chance’s nails dug in deeper, his body trembling violently as the pressure coiled tighter and tighter. His ears twitched uncontrollably, tail flicking spasmodically, every nerve screaming as he tipped over the edge.

“Fuck—” his voice cracked into a shuddering moan, body convulsing hard, he was so close. Mafioso held him firm. “Please—...”

“Begging already?” Mafioso murmured with a teasing grin, voice low and warm. His fingers curled around Chance’s tail, tugging lightly, just enough to make Chance gasp and shiver.

Chance tried to keep his voice steady, but it came out shaky, breathless. “Ffff.. uck you.”

Mafioso chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through Chance’s skin. “Careful. You’re such a mess already,” he teased, his fingers dancing at the base of Chance’s tail in slow, delicious circles as his thrusting increased.

Chance’s cheeks flushed bright pink despite the heat already spreading all over his body. “Messy— is fun,” he breathed, shooting Mafioso a playful smirk. “You’re not the… ONLYyyy.. one having fun, hah, here..”

Mafioso’s grin deepened, amusement and affection mixing in his gaze. “Oh, I know,” he said, voice dropping just a little. His hand slid down to wrap around Chance’s cock, pumping it with the same pace of his thrusts. “And I think you’re going to love what happens next.”

Chance tried to say something, anything, but all that came out was a broken moan as he came, body wracked with tremors, brain blank.

With a low, feral growl, Mafioso thrust once, twice, and then buried himself deep, cock throbbing inside him as he spilled everything. Thick, hot, endless, it felt like it wouldn’t stop. Chance moaned through it, weak and boneless, his body twitching from the heat that filled him.
It took several long seconds before Mafioso pulled back enough to breathe, to look down at him.

Chance was still trembling, wrecked. His legs barely held around Mafioso’s waist, ears tilted to the side, tail flicking weakly.

“Still with me?” Mafioso asked, his voice lower now. Softer. Rough in the way that follows a growl.

Chance blinked up at him, lazy smirk tugging at his swollen lips. “Barely.”

Chance finally found his voice, raw and breathless. “...So uh... you always flirt like that?”

Mafioso pulled back enough to look at him, smirking. “Only with the ones I wanna keep.”

Chance blinked. “…You are gonna let me down eventually, right?”

Mafioso kissed him again, slower this time. “Eventually.”

Mafioso smirked. Then pulled back just enough to watch the mess he’d made between them start to drip from Chance’s stretched hole.

Chance whined, hips jerking at the sensation.

“You’re not done yet,” Mafioso said, voice darkening again. “Still twitching around me. You’ve got at least two more in you.”

And then without warning, he flipped Chance over.

Face-first to the wall, arms braced above his head. His legs shook, barely able to hold, but Mafioso caught his hips in both hands, dragging him back into position.

Chance gasped, too dizzy to protest.

But then “M-Maf—fuck—!”

The killer slid back into him in one fluid thrust, burying himself to the hilt in one go.

The new angle had Chance seeing stars. His hands scrabbled at the wall, ears flat, tail twitching wildly as Mafioso began to fuck into him with no hesitation this time. Deep, relentless, claiming. No breaks. No mercy.

“Good little bunny,” Mafioso rumbled low behind him, teeth finding the crook of his neck again. “I’ll make sure you can’t walk after this.”

“Oh, there you are,” Chance gasped, nails digging into the wall. “Took you long enough to stop playing… nice,”

“You call that nice?” Mafioso muttered darkly, pulling out just enough to slam back in again.

Chance yelped, then laughed breathlessly, head leaning against the wall.

“I dunno,” he teased, voice high and sharp. “For a ruthless killer— you’re awfully gentle. What happened? Going—! SssSsoft.. for me, haah, already?”

The growl that rumbled from Mafioso’s chest was all the warning he got before the next thrust came brutal, bruising, and perfect. Chance cried out, gripping harder onto the wall like a lifeline.

“Still running your mouth,” Mafioso snarled, fucking into him hard enough to make the wall rattle. “Let’s see if I can fix that.”

His hand slid between them, wrapped around Chance’s cock in a tight, unforgiving grip.
Chance’s hips jerked. “F-fuck—!”

“What was that?” Mafioso smirked. “I’d gone soft?”

Chance tried to speak, but it came out as a wrecked whimper.

“That’s what I thought.” Mafioso leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of Chance’s ear.

He writhed in place, grinding back against every thrust, tail twitching wildly in Mafioso’s grip. His cock throbbed under Mafioso’s hand, aching, before finally, he came again.

Notes:

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