Short Stories

by Bookafooca

Summary:

A bunch of one-shots that I thought of for my ships in forsaken. Tags will change.

I'll take requests. Nsfw, angst, comfort, etc... If I ship it/ see it being shipped, I'll gladly add it to my list. No promises though.

Notes:

Oneshots were inspired from windrag45. You should go check out their pizza punch stuff and more. Book would probably not exist if I never read their stuff lol

Chapter 1: A New Ride. (pizza punch)

“WAIT!!” Elliot yelled out.

 

Rushing to the blue bus stand, Elliot’s bus started departing. He pushed his legs to go quicker, forcing his legs to move faster. Please, please, please! he begged, it was useless, by the time he made it to the stand, the bus turned the corner. Huffing out of breath, Elliot sat down on the bench. He hung his head down in defeat, slowly encapsulating his face. 

 

His day couldn’t get any worse. He started the morning off with a dead phone and spilled his coffee onto his work clothes. Then, Elliot discovered his bike had a flat tire, forcing him to take the bus. He was at least an hour late to work, which he was scolded over in the manager's office. Work attracted the worst crowd, there were at least three individuals who asked for the manager or threw a fit over their order. And now, he missed his god damn ride back home. How wonderful!

 

Sighing into his hands, again, stinging tears threaten to leave his eyes. Elliot crushed his eyes together harder, trying his hardest to not let them drip out. The outside world was blurry, entirely focused on himself and this bus stand. He fiddled with my shirt for a long time, spacing out, dreading the inevitable. ‘I’m going to have to walk back home or wait another hour until the next bus. Just great…’ he thought.

 

Once he gained the courage to stand up, he grabbed my other arm and stood up. Suddenly, someone’s voice knocked him out of his daze. A man on a motorcycle parked in front of Elliot.

 

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked, his voice husky. 

 

His visor was raised, only his dark eyes and pale skin peeked through. His bike is a sleek black color with hints of blue on the accents. His helmet and clothes also match the black color scheme.

 

“Me?” Elliot pointed to himself. 

 

“Who else?” He quirked his head, laughing a little. “What happened? You look pretty sad.” 

 

“Ah- I just… had a rough day. I just missed my bus, I was about to make my way back home.”

 

He stilled for a second. “Do you need a ride home? I’m not in a big rush. Do you live nearby?”

 

“Oh uh…” Elliot glance around. “Yeah I live nearby, but it’s okay! I think I can manage” he forced a smile.

 

“Really? How far away are you?”

 

Elliot looked down at my phone, bringing up Robloxian Maps. His heart dropped when he noticed just how far away from home he was. “I-I well… okay, maybe I’m a bit farther than I originally thought.” he rubbed my neck.

 

He let out a light-hearted laugh, and held out his hand. “So, I assume you’ll take my offer then?”

 

Elliot thought for a minute, thinking of his options. Making up his mind, he reached for his gloved hand. 

 

“So, where are we heading?” He questioned. 

 

“I live in the northern part of town, in XXXXXX. There's an apartment complex nearby, I can just walk the rest of the way after that.”

 

“Alright, I know where that is.” He paused, shoulders tightening. “I uh… I have an extra helmet at home not too far away. I'll be right back, give seven minutes. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

 

Elliot stared at the bike, and then out into the busy road. Better than nothing, He shrugged and nodded. With that the man rode off, engine roaring off into the distance. Elliot sat back down on the bench, waiting patiently. After eighteen minutes passed, he arrived back. 

 

“Alright, I got the helmet in my backpack.” He tugged off his backpack, pulling out another black helmet. 

 

“Thanks! I’m sorry for the trouble- I can pay for gas if-”

 

“No, no, really. It’s fine.” He waved off Elliot. “Be careful getting on.”

 

Elliot put on his helmet after two tries and did his best to hop on.

 

“Sorry! I’ve never rode a motorcycle before.” 

 

“It’s okay, just hold on tight, okay? Wrap your arms around me like this.” He took Elliot’s hands and wrapped them around his chest and waist. “And sit a little closer, I can’t have you falling off on me.”

 

Elliot did as he said, back to chest flush together and held on. 

 

“I never got your name. What is it?” Elliot asked.

 

“Guest. Guest 1337. How about yourself, stranger?” Guest joked.

 

Elliot huffed a laugh. “I’m Elliot. Elliot Builder.”

 

“Nice to meet you Elliot.” Guest said.

 

Guest flipped his visor back down and gave a thumbs up, Elliot did the same. Zooming through traffic was exhilarating. The wind tugged on Elliot’s looser fitting clothes. Throughout the drive he pressed closer, whether it was the acceleration or something else is a mystery. Finally, after the best twenty minutes Elliot’s had in a long time, they arrive at his apartment complex building. Elliot hopped off, legs a little wobbly. 

 

“That- that was amazing!” Elliot pulled off his helmet, holding it under his arm on his side.

 

Guest hopped off and popped the kick stand out. He ripped his helmet off, shaking his head to free his hair. He looked gorgeous. His face was slightly red from the hamlet, and god did it look hot. Elliot must have been staring because Guest coughed to get his attention again. 

 

“Do I look that shocking?” He laughed.

 

“Huh? Oh- no! You look really-” Elliot paused before embarrassing words could slip through his lips. “Um… good. You look really… handsome?” 

 

Guest blushed at that, unsure of what to do with the compliment. “O-oh thanks. Actually I was wondering if we could do this again sometime.” He rubbed the back of his neck. 

 

Elliot was lost for words. Was this really happening? A cute biker boy asking to hang out again? How could he decline?

 

“I- Yes! I would love to.” Elliot croaked out a little too loud. He stepped closer to Guest. “Are you busy? Maybe we can go on another ride. I have nothing to do anyways, and reading make me feel a lot better.” He smiled.

 

Guest smiled in return. “Yeah we can do that, what do you wanna do?”

 

“Maybe stop and get some ice cream? We can talk for a bit then.”

 

“Sounds perfect, hop on.” Guest showed a toothy grin. 

 

Guest hid his reddening blush by putting on his helmet. Elliot put his helmet back on, and hopped perfectly this time. Guest revved his bike a few times before heading off into the street, once again on an adventure. Elliot had no idea where they were going, apparently Guest had a place in mind. They slowed down by a small shack on the side of the road. He parked, and they both got off. 

 

“This is my favorite place, they have the best ice cream.” Guest tugged off his helmet, making Elliot’s heart skip a beat. 

 

They walked to the counter and Guest ordered a medium soft serve vanilla cone. Elliot awkwardly ordered a medium birthday cake blizzard with sprinkles.

 

While waiting, Guest spoke. “I never took you as the ‘birthday cake flavoring’ type of guy.” He smirked. 

 

Elliot hid his embarrassment in his sleeve. “I- yeah… That’s my favorite. What can I say? I really like cake.” 

 

“It’s fine, I think it’s kind of cute.” Guest’s smirk grew larger. 

 

“Oh-”

 

“Your orders are ready!!” A man from the window called out, 

 

The two grabbed their item and sat down at a table outside the shack. The two continued to talk about random things. Guest talked about his job as a bouncer and funny stories he’s witnessed. Elliot explained his horrible day, the karens, in particular. 

 

“You wouldn’t believe the shit she said to my face! Like, seriously!” Elliot groaned, slurping the last bits of his blizzard.

 

“I guess we both have to deal with them, Ha!”  Guest chewed on his cone, a little ice cream on his mouth, 

 

Elliot reached over and wiped it away, their eyes locked. “You really turned my day around, I can’t thank you enough.” A pause. “Would you be willing to do this again? I enjoyed myself.”

 

“Yeah…yes, I would.” Guest smiled, sweeter than Elliot’s ever seen. “Can I have your number?” Guest reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone.

 

Elliot grabbed his, and slid it across the table. Guest did the same, handing it over. The two obtained each other’s contacts. The two talked a little bit longer until the sun barely showed over the horizon, painting the sky a beautiful purple and orange mix. They walked back to Guest’s bike and drove to Elliot’s home. Elliot got off and handed Guest his extra helmet.

 

“You’re not going to keep it?” Guest asked.

 

“You trust me that much to come back to you?” Elliot smirked.

 

“A fool can hope.” Guest smirked with him, loosening his grip on the extra helmet.

 

Elliot took it. “Well, you’re right…”

 

Guest took his own helmet off, and reached for Elliot’s free hand. He squeezed it, and brought him closer. He trembled as he kissed Elliot’s cheek. 

 

“I’ll see you later Elliot.” Guest’s eyes darted anywhere but Elliot’s face.

 

Elliot stood in place for a second, and then his body moved on his own. He kissed Guest’s cheek in return and smiled.

 

“See you too, Guest. I’ll text you tomorrow.”

 

Guest chanced a look at Elliot’s and found him in the same situation as himself. He let go of Elliot’s hand, missing the warm hands already. He put his helmet back on and rode off into the night. Elliot stood there until Guest was out of sight, and maybe even a little longer. This was the best day ever, Elliot thought to himself. He walked inside and slid against the door. He only knows one truth from today; he is down bad for this man.

Chapter 2: NSFW Alternate ending. Double Fedora.

Summary:

This is a scene from my other book. When I wrote it i thought "Man this could totally go two ways." And I just had to write the other, sexier, version.

Chance landed swiftly on his feet, finally getting used to being teleported. He’s been on this map before, but he never went too far. He currently had no idea where he was, behind a wooden wall? Chance moved quickly, flipping his coin repeatedly. 

 

*flip* *flip* *flip* *flip-*

 

“Oof!” Elliot fell over on top of Chance, dropping them both to the ground.

 

“Sorry!” Elliot gathered himself off of Chance, dusting himself off. 

 

“Gez, what was that for, aye?” Chance picked himself up and grabbed his coin. “You know if I lose this, I’m basically useless, right?” He snarled.

 

Elliot only rolled his eyes. “Yes. I do know, and like I said, I’m sorry. I’ve never even been here before.” He said, glancing around.

 

“It’s fine, I guess.” A pause. “Wanna tag along? This map isn’t too complicated to figure out.” He flashed a smile.

 

Elliot weighed his options and finally agreed. The two walked side by side, looking for others. They came across a baby blue building with a generator inside. Chance stood guard while Elliot worked on the generator. Outside, there was that castle Chance remembered. 

 

“Okay, done. Ready to go?” Elliot stood up, peering out of the building.

 

A grunt took Elliot’s attention, hearing someone in need. He looked back at Chance, giving him a nod and then heading out into battle. Chance began to flip his coin again. Today was going pretty good so far. He made his way up the castle, seeing the battle going on in the distance. The killer was new, or at least someone he’s never seen before. They were a black silhouette, broad in shape, wielding a crowbar.

 

After another minute, Chance was ready, and luckily, the killer was heading this way, chasing someone. Dusekkar was limping up the ramp. They both looked at each other and knew what to do. Chance went to the other side of the castle, behind Dusekkar, waiting for the killer to appear over the ramp. Dusekkar kept running, and Chance waited, and waited, and-

 

“Gotcha!”  A piercing, sharp pain spread across his neck. A knife was pressed against it, but not enough pressure to slice. The gun dropped out of his hand, and the attacker seized his arms behind his back. 

 

“You…” A masculine voice growled in his ear. “What did you do now!?” 

 

Chance recognized that voice, one of the many voices he dreads. Mafioso somehow made it here to collect his debt. That fucker, this guy really is nuts. Chance thought to himself.

 

“I-I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about! Let me go, you bastard!” Chance said, scared. He struggled to break his arms free, but the firm grip was otherworldly. Then, he remembered something, Mafioso left his legs free. Wrong choice. He pushed back, lifted his leg backwards, and hit the man in his groin. 

 

“You- ughhh…” Mafioso held himself, falling to the ground in agony. 

 

Chance rushed to his gun on the floor and ran away as fast as he could. His distraction didn’t keep Mafioso down long; soon enough, he was trailing behind him with two goons. 

 

He ran aimlessly, and he made it to a stone structure. Assuming there was an exit and an easy place to make him lose track of him, he ran up the ramp. Where the hell are the sentinels when you need them? He kept moving until- a dead end. A large fall below was his only exit, and he’d be damned if he jumped off. 

 

“Fuck!” He angrily yelled out.

 

Mafioso turned the corner, tilting his hat down and inching closer. He walked slowly, his two goons trailing behind him. 

 

“You. I have some words for you, Chance. ” Mafioso looked up when he said his name.

 

“Look I don’t know what you want, or why you’re here, but I have nothing to offer you, okay?!” Chance spat out, unknowingly backing closer to the stone wall. 

 

Mafioso stood in front of him now, blocking the goons from attacking. “After me and the help of goons got you, I was dragged into this mess. That guy, Spectre, was it? He dragged me and my best workers into this. I need outta here fast, and you’re going to get me out, Kapish? I have business when I get back home.” The angrier he got, the more his accent showed.

 

“How the hell am I supposed to do that? You think I would stay here if I knew how!?” Chance spat out. “I didn’t sign up or volunteer to be here, got it? I’ve been stuck here for like- two fucking weeks and I-”

 

“Two weeks?” He paused, thinking. “How did you end up here anyway? You make a deal with the wrong guy?” He smirks.

 

Chance looks anywhere but at him. “I thought I was looking right at him, heh.” Chance joked. “I don’t know. Sort of… look, that’s none of your damn business! How did you get here anyway?” Chance gripped his other arm, backing up against the wall. 

 

Mafioso didn’t say anything for a while. He messed around, licking his teeth in deep thought. “Interesting.” He looked back at Chance. “Well, if that’s all the useful information you’ve got for me, then why don’t we actually do something useful and pay off your debt?” He said, completely ignoring Chance’s question.

 

When Mafioso pulled out his crowbar, Chance drew his gun. He fired, a loud bang echoed in every corner of the map. It hit Mafioso in his right shoulder, he gripped it, bending over. “Gah-! What the hell?!” He pulled away his hand with minimal blood. “How interesting…” He looked back up to Chance, a dark smirk filling his face. 

 

Mafioso swiftly got up and hit Chance over the head with the handle of his crowbar, dropping him to his knees. “Time to pay your debts.” His blank face gave nothing away, and grabbed his collar, lifting him up. Mafioso’s hand then wrapped around Chance’s neck, dangling him off the ground like a freshly caught fish.

 

“Go find the others, boys. This won’t take long.” He glanced behind him. His men nodded and walked off to find any stranglers they hadn’t eliminated.

 

Once they left, Mafioso looked at Chance from under his fedora. “Sonnellinos don’t forget.” He gripped tighter, making Chance almost black out, but he suddenly dropped him to the ground.

 

*GASP* *cough* “ugh… wait…” He said pathetically, crawling towards the edge. “Even if you kill me, you won’t be doing anything useful. I just come back anyways. You can’t die in this place.” He choked out.

 

Mafioso stilled, taking in his answer, and then smirked. Mafioso knelt down in front of Chance, grabbing his face. 

 

“Is that so? Well… then I know another way you can pay off some of your debt.”

 

Chance was taken aback by the odd response. “What-” He was cut off by Mafioso smothering his lips onto his. 

 

“MHM-!!” Chance tried pulling away, thinking this is just a cruel trap. He pushed Mafioso away, their lips barely parted. “Woah there you horse! What-” He didn’t get a chance to finish. 

 

“You're so much more delightful with your mouth full. Stop talking.” Mafioso demanded, going in for more. 

 

His kisses were harsh, teeth clinking together, and rushed. Mafioso used his tongue to occupy every corner of his mouth. 

 

Mafioso parted. “I knew you’d be an excellent kisser, you womanizer.” He bit Chance’s lip, opening a small wound.

 

Chance was lost for words, never did he expect this. Mafioso grabbed Chance by the hair, dragging him up from the sitting position. He pushed him against the wall, Chance’s head hitting it. Mafioso was forceful, moving Chance however he pleased. His rough hands moved through Chance’s hair, stroking his locks. Chance’s fedora fell off, discarded on the ground. 

 

“Fuck-” Chance managed to get out before being sucked back in. 

 

Chance gave in, it felt too good. They wrapped their arms around Mafioso’s neck, fur sticking to his skin. Mafioso’s hands traveled slowly, gripping his hips. Mafioso removed his mouth, and covered Chance’s with his hand. He licked a strip down Chance’s neck and collar. Chance’s remarks were still heard through his hand, muffled, and annoying. 

 

“You’re a brat you know that? You never shut up.” Mafioso said, pulling away. 

 

He undid Chance’s tie, and shoved it in his mouth. He flipped him around to tie it from behind. Mafioso did the same thing with his own tie, rendering Chance completely unhearable besides for his whines. 

 

“That’s better. Don’t you think?” Mafioso whispered in his ear, smirking. A shiver ran down Chance’s spine. 

 

Mafioso flipped him around again and smoothed off Chance’s jacket. His fingers sliding against every muscle on the way down. Chance whined, pressing his chest against Mafioso’s ribcage (Mafioso is oddly taller than before). Mafioso undid a few of Chance’s shirt buttons, taking his sweet time, traveling lower. Mafioso gripped his waist, hands moving up slowly until they found his chest. He bent down so his face was in the nook of Chance’s neck, biting a few times. Chance made a muffled noise, surprised.

 

Mafioso’s mouth traveled to his color bone, sucking, marking him. He lapped his tongue over the areas, enjoying his taste. He left Chance covered in hickeys, all varying in size. Chance whined and withered when Mafioso’s rough fingers found his nipples. They were hard from the chilly night air blowing against his skin, yet he was burning up all the same. 

 

“See? It’s not that hard to keep that smart mouth of yours shut, isn’t it?” Mafioso prodded. “Why don’t we use that mouth for something it’s good at.” He smirked, removing his coat, and dropping it to the floor.

 

Mafioso undid the ties, and Chance gasped for air. His mouth was red and covered in spit. Blood from the mound he made covering his lower lip. 

 

“You bastard- you’ll-” Chance was cut off by Mafioso tugging on his hair, forcing him onto his knees. 

 

“Sit and shut up.” Mafioso demanded, rendering Chance lost for words. 

 

Chance couldn’t deny this was really hot. Usually in the casinos he was the one making moves and taking the lead in the bedroom. But this? This made his knees weak with lust, and his heart move a thousand miles per second. Chance shut his mouth, obeying, biting his lip. Mafioso smiled. 

 

“Good.” Mafioso said, his hands removed themselves from Chance. His hands traveled to his own pants, sliding down the zipper. He quickly let himself free, in front of Chance’s face. “You can answer me this. Have you ever taken someone in that filthy mouth of yours Chance ?” His voice lowered, emphasizing on Chance’s name. 

 

Chance shook his head. Even if he tried to speak, it’d come out hoarse and embarrassing. Mafioso smirked, pleased with Chance’s choice of no words. “Good.” He stroked his face. “Here’s your chance then.”

 

Mafioso gripped himself, guiding his tip to Chance’s lips. Chance hesitated, then went in. He licked his tip, and around the head, testing the waters. Mafioso moved one hand to Chance’s hair, placing it there with no motive. His other hand stayed on his member, slightly tugging the base. Chance moved his own hands to hold Mafioso’s hips and thighs for support. He went deeper, sucking and licking. Mafioso only hissed.

 

Chance closed their eyes, focusing on trying to remember what he liked when the lucky ladies sucked him off. One of his hands moved to Mafioso’s base and twisted. He sucked in earnest now, really trying. His actions caused Mafioso to gasp a few times, grip tightening in his hair. 

 

“You’re a natural, you know that Chance?” Mafioso huffed out. 

 

Chance looked up from underneath his eyelashes. Mafioso groaned at the sight, and forced Chance’s mouth further on himself. He moved his hips to thrust into Chance’s face. Chance turned his head to the side for another angle to swallow him. Chance whined, his own dick pressing against his dress pants. Chance continued to be used, moving his tongue in certain ways to make Mafioso groan. 

 

Chance shuffled his knees closer to Mafioso’s leg, grinding against it like a horny dog. He tried moaning for Mafioso to move up against him, but all that came out were muffles. Chance’s muffles vibrated Mafioso’s dick in his mouth, causing the other to moan, pushing in deeper. 

 

“Ugh… Chance…” He groaned, tilting his head back and moving without thought. 

 

He forced Chance’s mouth over and over onto himself, lost in pleasure. Chance sucked in earnest. “Yeah, like that sweetheart. So good.” 

 

He came with a loud grunt, quickly removing Chance's mouth from around him. He gripped himself and shot his load over Chance’s face, Chance gasped. Chance looked completely worn and ruined with cum across his face. Their breaths finally slowed after a minute. Chance fell back onto his butt, completely exhausted. His jaw hurt like hell, and so did his mouth. Mafioso tucked himself back in, and zipped up his pants. He knelt down, face to face with Chance, and wiped away his work with Chance's tie.

 

Mafioso smirked, grabbing their jaw again and squeezed. “You’re cute. I always knew that mouth of yours would feel amazing.”

 

Chance blushed, realizing he meant that he’s thought of Chance doing this to him before. Words wouldn’t come out of his mouth, he was speechless. Mafioso pulled himself up, patted himself down, and looked Chance in the eyes. 

 

“Now, I have business to do.” He looked down as Chance’s tent in his pants. “You do too.” He ruffled Chance’s hair and leaned down to whisper. “Have fun with that, Chance .” His lips touched his ear.

 

Mafioso turned around with no shame, leaving a shocked, horny Chance to fend for himself. Leaving him with only the vibrations in his ear of Mafioso’s voice saying his name

Notes:

I ain't ever seen anyone do Guest's biker skin. I am on my knees for that man.