Gendo's Request Fic (CLOSED)

by Gendo_isForsakening

Summary:

(Sorry y'all I WAS that Orphan account, my dumbass didn't know what it would do. I'm so sorry. ANyways I'm redoing it💔)

Forsaken request Fic!!
Any ships(No Minors) are allowed :D

BTW I have enabled comment moderation, so if you do not want your comments to be seen by others it's perfectly fine :D

Rules Given in the first Chapter

Chapter 1

I'm sorry if these rules are unreasonable, I'm just a bit uncomfortable with these.. :(

-!Rules!-

NO Non-Con

No Proship

No Piss/Poop/feet/vore/gore kinks (Kinks are allowed!!)

No Forced Pregnancy

No Incest

No Animal Abuse in any way

ANY SHIPS is fine!!

Self-cest is okay :D

Character Death is also fine!

-!Extra!-

I can do unhealthy/toxic ships just not in any non-con related way

Please write your ship needs in detail like basic ones, if you want them to be top, bottom, switch or so

Your own head canons are also fine! But I'm still learning alot stuff like genders and sexuality

This request fic is made for fun so I might ignore some requests, or do other request before the first commenters

You can request smut but it's a 20% chance of it being picked no matter the ship 💔

I accept criticism!

Chapter 2: Half-Open Door [77Noli]

Summary:

Reuest by toiletpaper69provip
"HELLO GENO!!! Can i req 77noli angst with no comfort no fluff only angst where noli finds 007n7 dead in his house shortly after he killed himself after losing coolkid?"

Notes:

I'm very unfamiliar to writing Noli as a character but I can try my best!!!
Uhm I added some of peoples head canons I saw from YT/Twitter

OOC UP AHEAD BE WARNED?!?
If anything is not according to their lore or very off, please inform me!

The idea came out of nowhere.

Noli sat alone with a stack of old printouts, the faded lines of scripts and exploits they used to run together back in college, and he caught himself smiling. Those were the days dorm rooms full of wires and humming screens, the two of them side by side, pranking strangers online just for the thrill of it. Annoying the world, laughing until sunrise, their usernames carved into the net like graffiti.

It had been years since he’d thought about those nights without bitterness. Years since he’d thought of 007n7 as anything more than a ghost of his past.

Maybe it was time.

His hand hovered over the telephone, pulse quickening. He didn’t even know what he’d say. Maybe just Hey. It’s been a while. Remember when we flooded the campus intranet for fun? Something stupid. Something light.

He dialed.

The line rang. Once. Twice. Silence.

He tried again. Still nothing.

Noli set the receiver down, the smile fading. Maybe it was foolish. Maybe 007n7 wouldn’t want to hear from him anyway. They’d cut ties after the boy showed up at his doorstep Coolkid, the one who had rewritten his life. Fatherhood had drawn a line between them, and Noli hadn’t crossed it. Not once.

But the unease lingered.

That night, walking the streets to clear his head, he saw them again. The flyers.

Tacked to poles, plastered on brick walls, fluttering in the wind. The same image stared back at him from every corner: a small, blocky red child, chest stamped with bold white letters: TEAM C00LKIDD JOIN TODAY! The age printed below it 10 years old.

He’d learned to glance away, but this time, something twisted deeper. He thought of 007n7, thought of the silence on the phone line.

And then his steps carried him farther than he meant to go. Toward a cul-de-sac he’d never been to. Toward a small house that shouldn’t have felt familiar but somehow did.

The flyers were everywhere here, too. Nailed into the fence posts, some ripped loose and pressed flat against the grass, others shoved into the corners of the porch. It was suffocating everywhere he looked, that red child, missing, gone.

The door was half-open.

Noli froze.

Something about it chilled him. Like it had been left ajar on purpose. Like someone was waiting for a hand to push it wide and step inside. His gut twisted with the thought: 007n7 leaving it open for his son. Hoping Coolkid would walk back through.

He pushed.

The smell hit first. Metallic. Thick.

Inside, the world was chaos and silence all at once. Toys scattered across the floor. Flyers stacked on tables. A blanket thrown across the couch. And on the table, a cracked telephone, its receiver hanging loose.

Noli’s breath stuttered.

Then he saw him.

007n7 lay on the floor. Blood pooled black beneath his head, streaked across the rug, smeared on the wall. His body had collapsed where he fell, one hand outstretched but slack, fingers barely brushing the pistol that gleamed dully under the dim light. His eyes stared blankly upward, frozen, glassy.

Noli’s chest locked. His knees nearly gave out.

For a moment, all he could do was stand there, his own breath too loud in the heavy silence. His mind screamed to move, to do something, but his body wouldn’t obey.

He wanted to remember him as he was the friend in the dorms, laughing so hard he cried, typing so fast the keys rattled. Not like this. Not broken and gone on the floor.

His gaze snagged on the papers scattered nearby. Flyers. Notes. Frantic scribbles in a hand he recognized too well. Words blurred and smudged with blood:

Can’t find him.
Please come home.
I can’t do this anymore.

Noli pressed his hand to his mouth, choking back the sound that tore out of him.

He had thought about reconnecting. About calling to laugh about the old days. About knocking on the door with some excuse to forgive and forget.

And now there would never be a chance.

All that waited for him here was silence. The half-open door. The missing flyers. And the body of a friend who had reached his breaking point with no one left beside him.

Noli stood in the doorway of a life that had ended without him, crushed beneath the weight of regret so heavy it left him shaking.

Too late. Always too late.

Notes:

Sorry if it was a lil short :(
Also I'm not too emerged with 007n7s&Noli full lore sob sob

Next is Smut FrozenDebt By agoonize!

Chapter 3: FrozenDebt[SMUT]

Summary:

This request is made by agoonize
I'm really sorry Rin but this is just a reupload, I will make a part 2 for you

WARNING
Itrapped x Mafioso
OOC
SMUT
Only Blowjob
If any inconsistency please tell me

Notes:

lil authors note: My grandmother died during a surgery a month ago, so I haven't been feeling very motivated to write anything, this is just a reupload of something I wrote a month ago before she died.
I'm very sorry if your request is taking too long, I hope you understand... :D

The place smelled faintly of cigars and leather, dim light pooling over the area where Mafioso sat back in his chair, broad shoulders framed by the fluffy black collar over his suit. His fedora tilted low casting a shadow over his face, but not enough to hide the smirk curving his lips.

Kneeling between his legs, Itrapped looked like sin wrapped in frost. His long blonde hair spilled forward from his messy tie, brushing the expensive fabric of Mafioso’s slacks. The jagged ice crown caught the low light, glinting like it was ready to cut. And across his face just above the bridge of his nose a thick, inky black censor bar covered his eyes, a stark, almost mocking block that hid the gleam in them but made the rest of his expression all the more readable: a mix of defiance and heat.

Mafioso’s hand cupped the back of that icy fur collar, pushing him just a little closer.
“Go on,” Mafioso said, voice low and unhurried. “You’ve got a big mouth. Use it for something useful.”

Itrapped’s lips curled just enough to look smug before parting around him. The first push made him choke slightly, a muffled sound vibrating against Mafioso’s cock. Mafioso laughed quietly, deep and rich.

“Too big for you? Thought you could handle it. Guess all that attitude’s just a cover for how small you really are.”

The black bar over Itrapped’s eyes hid the roll of them, but the flush in his cheeks betrayed him. His gloved hands braced on Mafioso’s thighs, nails biting into the fabric as Mafioso’s grip in his hair tightened.

“Don’t hold back now,” Mafioso drawled, hips rolling forward in a slow, deliberate thrust that forced Itrapped to take more. “C’mon, pretty boy take it all. You’re good at pretending you’re in control… Let’s see you pretend now.”

Itrapped’s breath hitched hard as Mafioso kept him there, the icy mist clinging to his shoulders starting to melt against the heat between them. Spit slid down Mafioso’s length, glistening in the low light. Mafioso leaned down, speaking just above the censor bar.

“You look better like this,” he murmured, voice dripping with mockery. “On your knees, crown crooked, eyes hidden… Makes you look like you finally know your place.”

When Mafioso finally let him pull back for air, a thin string connected his slicked lips to Mafioso’s tip. Itrapped coughed lightly, wiping at his mouth with the back of a gloved hand, only to have Mafioso catch his chin and tilt it up.

“Don’t clean it off,” Mafioso said with a grin. “I like seeing my mess on you.”

Mafioso didn’t let Itrapped catch his breath for long. The hand in his hair tugged again, tilting his head just enough for their eyes to meet or would have, if the thick black censor bar wasn’t in the way.

That bar was infuriating and intoxicating all at once; Mafioso couldn’t read his eyes, but he could read every twitch of his mouth, the faint quirk at the corner of his lips when he was daring him to push harder.

“You’re too quiet,” Mafioso rumbled,
his free hand lazily tracing the icy fur at Itrapped’s collar. “What happened to that mouth that never shuts up? I like hearing you talk.. Doesn’t matter, I just like knowing you remember who’s in charge.”

Itrapped gave a low, muffled hum around him not quite a complaint, not quite agreement. His gloved fingers slid on Mafioso’s thighs, squeezing harder, deliberately dragging his nails over the fabric. The temperature between them was a strange mix of warmth and the icy feeling of Itrapped’s hands and mouth, and the heat radiating from where Mafioso gripped him.

Mafioso’s smirk widened. “You’re still trying to prove something, aren’t you? That you can take it. That you can play with the big boys.” His hips rolled forward again, slow enough to be maddening, deep enough to make Itrapped’s breath hitch. “You can’t fake this, pretty boy. Either you can handle it, or you tap out.”

The black bar made itrapped’s expression more enigmatic, but the flush burning over his yellow skin and frostbitten cheeks was impossible to hide. When Mafioso loosened his grip just slightly, Itrapped leaned in instead of pulling back, taking him deeper until his crown nearly grazed the edge of Mafioso’s desk.

“That’s it,” Mafioso murmured, the words edged with pride and mockery in equal measure. “You do know your place… You just like making me remind you of it.”

Mafioso’s voice dropped to a dangerous purr. “When I’m done with you, you’ll wear that crown crooked for the rest of the night. Everyone will know who put you there.”

Notes:

Next will still be FrozenDebt part 2 as an apology to agoonize
Again ik they are OOC, but please do say what makes it OOC. As I want to learn how to write more variant characters! :D