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Hi! My name is Somber,, and I like to write and I also like Forsaken. I saw that there wasn't a lot of Oneshot books that were open or updated as of late so I wanted to make a place where anyone could request any sort of scenarios and one shots they'd like to see. I may decide to do Character x Character, but it varies depending on who, so please ask. 

I'll most likely be using gender neutral tones for the reader except for sex scenes which may or may not be written depending on requests— although I don't check AO3 often, I will as soon as this book is published! If you want to stay anonymous, I do not mind, but a more direct way to contact me would be on discord (@dreamingat4pm). I promise I don't bite and I'd actually prefer if you'd contact me this way so I can see your request and add it to the queue! I'm not exactly a fast writer but I'm not slow either, please keep this in mind when you're making a request.

Rules

- I will be writing no age play whatsoever, or any problematic things. Also please no requesting to ship a minor unless character is also a minor and it is purely platonic. I don't wish to put any child in any relationship unless it's stupid, silly kiddy crushes. 

- I can write smut, but typically I don't do very rough kinks (such as carving, watersports, scat, etc.) If you're wondering if the kink you're asking is something out of my bounds please contact me further!

- I don't have a lot of rules, but I just hope that these are stating (or implying) the obvious. This is only my second time using AO3 so if you have any tips or if there's anything I'm not okay with, I'll reupdate this part and put it here. Requests are now open. Thank you! 

Extra note ;; Nobody asked me but if you want me to do a chapter where you're asking me for my headcanons of certain killers or survivors feel free!! And also asking me things like "can you do every killer/survivor's reaction to _____ happening" or anything among the lines of that (etc. How they react to a birthday, to your death, and more). Thank you!!

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The night was slow for you, as usual. Despite the lavish things purposed to satisfy your need for entertainment, none of it was working. One could get bored within these walls— shopping? Too much work, too many bags to carry, and the Sonnellinos were on the job again. You didn't want to watch TV, and you definitely didn't want to try on the whole wardrobe again— and much too awake to go to sleep. It was storming outside, to your dismay. The thunder was aggressively loud, and you couldn't help but let your worries fall on your boyfriend. 

You were sure he could handle himself out there, but regardless, he could get sick if he's out in the rain for too long. Being aware he wasn't one to exactly care about the weather when he was on the job, that also meant he was half negligent to the risks of his health during. Perhaps he couldn't feel pain as fervently as others, but that didn't mean it wasn't there. You wanted to pray that as soon as you thought of him, he'd appear— yet, he didn't. It seems Lady Luck was busy tonight. 

Out of boredom, you decided you'd shower— It's better to get it out of the way, rather than waiting. You saunter towards the bedroom to pick out some clothes and a towel, before moving off to the bathroom. As much as you wanted the cold tile on your feet to ground you, it wouldn't— a painful reminder that, yes, you were alone and you were taking a shower out of your absolute misery. You turn the shower on, taking off your clothes while you wait for it to get warmer. 

Seeing yourself in the mirror reminds you of those nights with Mafioso— Coddled closely, warm and snug under those heavy comforters. Thinking of him makes you miss him even more, but to not think of him feels like neglect to you. You swore that you'd be ready to greet him when he came home, and now you only feel anxious. You shouldn't feel anxious, because it's your boyfriend— But you couldn't help but feel anxious about it. You don't see him around as often as you should, despite the love between you two. 

Deciding to brush it off for now, you step into the shower and let the hot water melt your worries away, standing under the water as the steam starts to fog the glass. After standing for a while, you reach for the soap and exfoliation net— someone recommended one of these to you, and it works wonders for dead skin. You lavish the soap onto the net and begin to scrub across your skin— over your chest, your shoulders, thighs, and calves. You lift your arms to scrub there as well, taking time to make sure you've reached every nook and cranny. No spot should go untouched— And they don't. There isn't a single speck of skin that's neglected once you finish that shower, and you feel several pounds lighter.

Just as you're turning the water off, you can hear the voice of Caporegime and Consigliere echoing through the halls. Bingo. If they're back, surely Mafioso is back as well, right? You hurry to dry yourself off and put on some clothes, deodorant and pat your hair dry. Maybe you didn't look absolutely tailored, but at least you were clean.

You rush out of the bathroom and quickly close the door behind you to be met with your boyfriend. His back is turned, taking his coat off— presumably a bit damp from the rain. "Maf," You call out, as he turns to you. His poker face begins to curve into a small smile as he now recognizes you're here— Sauntering over to you. 

"Mio caro," He grunts, sweeping you into his arms. He was as glad as you that he was back, and finally that he didn't have to do too much work for a while longer. He didn't expect to get all his work done in a single night, and therefore he was a bit fatigued— But no, fatigue wouldn't stop him from doting love on you. He places his hands under your thighs and sweeps you up, sitting on the bed with you on his lap, holding you close. You could smell the faint of his cologne and dew from outside, and perhaps a tinge of blood. "I figured you would've been asleep by now, cucciolo.." He hums, letting his hands rise from your thighs up to your waist, cradling your ribcage. Before you could respond, he lavished a few kisses on your face, unable to help himself. With someone as sweet as you, there was absolutely no way he could resist. He's been pent up a while now, and now he can finally take that out on you and your pretty face.

"I was bored all day," you grumble, leaning into his chest to hug around his torso. "Nothing was entertaining me. I just missed you, is all." You start to rub at his chest in a soothing manner, listening to him as he speaks briefly about work. As much as you'd love to genuinely pay attention, it was going in one ear and out of the other— you missed him, wanted to cling to him like you were physically attached to his hip. He was finally home and therefore, you didn't have to be bored, or lonely; Mafioso was with you, now.

You were snapped out of your daydreaming when you felt a brief kiss being pressed to your lips, making you glance up. There's a bit of blush on Mafioso's cheeks, although not very noticeable. The man's gone soft for you. "Is something the matter? You're quiet today." He questions, hands sliding down to your hips against and giving them a gentle squeeze as he pulls you closer. You could feel the slight friction, and you didn't know if he could either— but it was starting to effect you. Badly. "No, nothing's wrong— I just missed you, Mafioso. Really bad." The words almost came out like a whisper, as you continued to press up against him. A smile falls across his face as he speaks back to you. "I've missed you too, my darling." He snakes his hand around your back, pulling you flush against him as he tilts your head up with his free hand. "May I?" 

You nod vigorously as you tilt your head up further, allowing Mafioso easier access as he starts to lavish your neck with attention. Gentle whines are pulled from your mouth, feeling your cock start to strain against your boxers. You weren't usually this easy, or, sensitive, but you couldn't help it. You were deprived of him, and now he was giving you exactly what you fantasized about. A low grunt rips from him as he feels your arousal, pulling back to look at you. "So this was what was wrong with you." A lopsided grin stretches across his face, tilting your chin up. "Is this what you want from me, sweetheart?" He continued, grasping your chin a little firm. You couldn't help but feel that something was a little different tonight, but you were too horny to care. You nod eagerly at the question after a delayed response, grinding your hips down into Mafioso. You earn a small exhale out of him from the feeling, and he decides to lift you up and put you on your back. 

Not caring to waste any time teasing you, he begins to pry off your bottoms as you unbutton his shirt. He's done this too many times before, not caring to look at what he's doing as he leans down to slip his tongue into your mouth— Swirling along the expanse of the wet cavern. His tongue reaches far and deep, refusing to neglect not a single part of your mouth— desperate to hear your soft whines. You could feel his hands trailing lower towards your boxers, and then under them— grasping at your cock as he used his free hand to get rid of the boxers entirely. He paused just for a moment to let you remove his shirt, revealing the taut and firm muscles underneath.

"Needy." Mafioso hums playfully, as he begins to pump your cock slowly. It earns a breathy, small moan out of you as he watches your face tense into an expression of bliss. He heaves a bit, a huff coming from him as he watches you tense. "Breathe," he reminds you, leaning a bit closer towards your ear so he can assure you. You jolt as you feel the pad of his thumb circling over the sensitive tip of your cock, eliciting an outright whimper from you. "Maf, no," you urge weakly, not wanting to be teased. You were too horny for this. You needed more.

"Alright, alright," Mafioso laughs a little at your eagerness, leaning down to press a kiss to your tip as he steps away to the bedside drawer. Mafioso fetches the bottle of lube and places it next to you, finally beginning to unbuckle his belt and get his boxers off. You swear he's almost teasing you with how he's taking his time, pushing his pants down, and finally his boxers after— freeing his throbbing cock from its confines. He takes the lube and gently pumps himself with it, a soft hiss coming from him. It only gets you hotter, seeing him touch himself like that, even if it weren't for long. "Alright, cucciolo," he warns, stepping in-between your thighs, pressing the tip of his cock to your opening. Your body already tenses at just the simple contact, and Mafioso seems to smile at this. "Relax for me, baby." He grabs a hold of your hips, waiting for you to calm down just a little before he starts to push in slowly, almost excruciatingly slow. He didn't want to hurt or rush you— even if you were this needy. 

You almost feel hyper aware of every inch that gets pushed into you, groans escaping both of you as he nestles deep into your body. With a swift moment, he brings your legs to rest on his hips, preparing both you and himself for the occasion. In the meantime, he leans down to press a kiss to your cheek, to which you happily oblige. "Ready?" He speaks gruffly, to which you nod your head. Almost immediately did he begin to pump slowly into you, getting you used to how he felt. It's been so long since he's been inside you that you weren't as accustomed to his size as you usually were— to which he didn't mind, he'd just stretch you back out anyway. His strokes were slow and sensual, meant to drive you crazy before he'd inevitably fuck you like a wild animal. 

"I'm gonna take that as you're doing well," he mumbles, pushing your legs up so that he'd lock you into a mating press. You almost audibly squeak at the motion, which only makes him smile— He loves watching your handsome face. Those expressions were beautiful, and to know that they were all because of him? He loved it. It almost made him feel possessive, the way he couldn't help but stare into your eyes and watch them peer back at him. He missed this— The way he could reduce you to nothing but a babbling, whining mess with nothing but a couple strokes. Heavenly.

Your noises only started to get more apparent and louder as Mafioso continued to pick up speed and force, letting out a couple of grunts himself. He wasn't one to be noisy, but loud enough to let you know he appreciates just how good you feel wrapped around him. The sound of skin slapping together only continued to get louder, and Mafioso only continued to bully his cock deeper into you— poking at that sweet spot nestled deep inside your body. Mafioso knew he hit it when he felt your body shake, and that's when he stopped to angle you just right. And his silence gave it away. You knew it was coming, and so did he. He was gonna fuck you silly, no matter what you said.

What followed after almost made you scream from the pleasure. You were being held in a mating press, getting cock rammed into you over and over until you burst, your boyfriend keeping you pinned right against him. He looked almost senseless, like he's losing himself inside your walls. And he is. He's greedy, and he wants more out of you— Bringing a hand down to your cock, other one firmly grasping your hip to keep you there as he pumps you sloppily and rubs over your sensitive tip. It's making you hazy, getting the stars fucked out of you— You burst the knot so fast you didn't even know you came, feeling the warm, sticky secretion spewing all over your shirt. 

But he wasn't done.

He kept going, still rutting into you with force— Teasing your cock, making tears cloud your eyes. "M— Maf," You cry out, legs beginning to violently shake as he continues. The only time you ever got what was closest to a break was when you'd notice his hips stutter, a groan ripping from his throat. "Fuck," he growls under his breath, gripping your hips impossibly tight. He was fucking himself deep into you, almost like you were his very own toy. Raspy grunts and grumbles were coming out of him as you continued to let him use you, getting nothing but lost in the pleasure. 

It took him a few minutes to finally burst inside of you, holding you tight with a long groan that rips from his throat, panting heavily as he held you close. You came twice, at this point— Being absolutely spent as you brought a shaky arm to run a hand through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp. He'd rest his head on your chest for a few moments, before his weak voice stumbled out. 

"..Sorry, I'm sorry, my love." Mafioso mumbles, scooping you into a hug as he pulled out of you. "I was rough, I'm sorry." Part of you couldn't bring yourself to care— You enjoyed it. If anything, you *loved* it. You wished he'd do it again. But, maybe not right now. Your legs are worse for wear. You couldn't speak because you were still catching your breath, but he instead carries you back to the bathroom, and placed you into the tub. "Give me one moment, sweetheart. I'll make sure you have everything you need." The gentle mafia hums, before exiting the bathroom momentarily, leaving you with your thoughts. 

..Thoughts that were mostly non-existent. After all, you got the dogshit fucked out of you. Who could think in this state, and more importantly, why would they want to? Your legs quiver inside of the bathtub, slightly warm air making them shiver once more. You had just bathed— but honestly, you couldn't bring yourself to tell him that. Best bet, he might get in with you. Your mind is blank for the most part, but you can't help but feel as if you can only think of one thing;

Maybe good things really do come to those who wait.

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He plagued your mind.

007n7 told you to forget about Noli— he's long gone, discardable. He wouldn't dare speak to you after the fact that Noli was gone, that you two escaped. That he brought you into the c00lgui with him and brought you guys back home. It's almost like he had anxiety or this certain grunting urge that you not go outside— and definitely not off looking for Noli. But your heart swelled— that was your best friend. You couldn't just forget about him, not like 007n7. You still cared for him, but . .. After what happened to Noli, your feelings clashed with each other, and you weren't exactly on the best terms anymore. Arguments almost every day, with 007n7's stubborn ass somehow finding a way to be even more stubborn about this situation. Eventually, you stopped pressing him. You were grown. So what if he didn't want you to go out? Fuck it, you'd do it anyway. 

..Just to be safe though, you left when he fell asleep, shutting the door softly behind you. Even if you didn't find Noli, you just needed some time away from Sev. He was stressing you out, and maybe he always treated people like shit sometimes, but it was starting to get excessive. You started to feel the weight of what it felt like to be treated so.. badly. It almost shook you to the core. Maybe you were just having withdrawals, or second guesses. You've gotta clear your head, think clearly about this. Even if you're more than sure, you will look for Noli. No matter what.

The streets of Robloxia fall quiet at this hour, and it feels .. too quiet. You were so used to the chaos the three of you would spread, that quiet wasn't an option. Now, it was a novelty — and you drank in it, other than hearing excited Robloxians inside of their homes. The sounds of laughter, joy. Compassion amongst another; something you yearned for, and wasn't sure if you'd get any more of it. You were so.. so, not used to this. Any of this. Feeling like a functioning member of Robloxia— but that was quickly washed away when you noticed that some Robloxians were beginning to recognize you. You'd try to cover your face and walk faster, hoping that you were rendered insignificant enough for anyone to effectively care about your presence here. For once, you desired peace.. or, wanted to feel what peace was like, for once. 

You weren't used to feeling so serene. You dealt with your nerves high all day, dealt with screaming and hyena-like laughter. Sometimes, you'd share that with Noli. Quieter laughter, quieter moments— before 007n7 got back, at least. He always dropped hints of taking breaks, or .. taking the world slow, even if you were somewhat terrorists. You slowly started to realize how much the two contrasted, compared to yourself. How differently 007n7 treated you, and how differently Noli treated you. Not to put one or the other down, but just .. observing. Acknowledging it, quietly, as the town of Robloxia for once wasn't something you weren't concerned about. For once, you were concerned about yourself. How you felt, what you wanted to do now. Did you keep moving forward with 007n7? If you did, he wouldn't say anything, and if not— he'd curse you out to the dark Banlands. But how could you move on when your friend, your mutual friend, simply got abandoned like that? You couldn't take it, no matter how much of a pseudo-terrorist you were. You wouldn't stand for that, it contrasted every bone in your body. 

Dark concrete would shift into grass under your feet as you lost track of time, stuck in your dreary thoughts as you walked further. When you really put yourself into it all, Robloxia was calm. It was homey, it was your home. How could you neglect it like this? Neglect to see just how pretty it was without raging fires and burnt buildings? And this was only at night. How lively would it be if it was sunny outside? If all the kids on the block decided to do a giant chalk on the street? Questions swirled in your mind as you started to realize just how Robloxia was when you weren't being the bad guy. Part of you felt guilty. Part of you wanted this, instead. Maybe walking with your best friends. Just.. Enjoying Robloxia again, without making the whole world break with complex hacking and coding. You would twirl your body around, enjoying the breeze and the moonlight cascading into the flowery field. Pollen filled your senses, and for once, you didn't mind. You wanted to be completely encased in this world. Not trying to break it underneath you. Not trying to destroy it like the bomb that whizzed by— Wait, bomb?

You were knocked out of your senses to look in the distance to see a fleshy purple figure, having just pwned a Robloxian under them. It was hard to make them out in the moonlight, but upon looking closer, you froze. They were holding the Void Star. And you knew them. You knew him. That was Noli. That was your best friend, and you couldn't help but feel your chest pump with a deep sorrow. It almost looked like coding as he approached, etched into his flesh and engulfing half of his body, Void Star held in hand. It destroyed half of his body, it destroyed the clothes he wore before he held the Void Star. It almost looked like it merged into his skin, painfully mixing in and out of the flesh. And you pressured him to do this. To do this to himself. You felt horrible. Unfortunately for you, he was only getting closer after noticing what you witnessed him do. You felt the glitching get louder, and the air almost felt thinner. You didn't want to run, but you had to— Just in case he decided he'd kill you. 

You were already crying just having to think about it already, tears falling as your chest heaved. He seemed faster, and ravenous, for blood— Glitchy laughing behind you, almost as if this were a game. A show. Your tears betray you and lead you to a dead end, and there, you simply stare at the wall— Ready to meet your fate, your karma. So you turned to look at him one last time.

Your suspicions were correct, only getting increasingly disturbing in detail as he creeped closer. "Noli," you whisper out, at first. Almost barely even threatening to have that name roll off of your tongue. You could feel the guilt starting to eat at you, staring at his glitchy figure, almost crumpling to the ground under you. Nothing could fix this, could fix him. And you regretted it, you regretted it so much. If you'd known it would make him suffer, if you'd known it would do this to him, you wouldn't dare say a damned thing about the Void Star. You wished you could take it from him, endure everything he did and take the pain away from him. He didn't deserve this. Maybe if you didn't push him like 007n7 did, he wouldn't have taken it. He wouldn't have become this way. 

"I'm so sorry." You gasped outwards, the only thing you'd been able to tell that you said amongst other incoherent, loud wails. Noli could barely understand you, yet he stood in front of you. What he felt, what he felt on the inside— no star could suppress it. It burned bright, a tingly feeling that he felt when he was around you. And you felt familiar, the air around you felt familiar. Something about you captivated him, almost beckoned him closer. He hadn't spoken in days, but when he finally spoke, the word came out glitchy, and distorted. 

"[N@m3]." 

Just for a second, it snapped you out of your pathetic tears. You found yourself staring up at Noli, eyes widening as you realized he remembered. He remembered. You realized he hadn't moved towards you, he hadn't tried to swing at you. You sat with your knees folded under you, slowly attempting to get up as you continued to sniffle. "N—oli," you spoke through broken tears. "Noli, I— I came looking for you. I'm sorry. 007n7 forced me away. If.. If I could've saved you, if I hadn't pressured you to—" You rambled, despite being shut up by a step that Noli took. He stalked closer, until he was a few feet away. "[N@m3]." He echoed again, looking you up and down. Part of him was still conscious, still yearning for you. His beloved friend. He wished to hold you, and— If anything, he didn't blame you. He would never blame you. He wouldn't pin a single thing on you. It broke his corrupted heart, if he still had one— That you'd sought him out anyway, after everything. He needed you once, and, it made him glad that, at least someone needed him, too. 

Subconsciously, he reached a hand towards you— Wanting to reassure that it was okay, that this wasn't your fault. Maybe he should've thought more carefully before he touched it. Maybe he shouldn't have listened. Regardless, this is what he was now.. and he wasn't sure if he missed his old body or tolerated how this one treats him. But he was certain he hated how it treated you— Watching you flinch in pain as he touched you, watching the purple stain your shirt. If he could display horror on his face, it would be there. He felt his chest pang very slightly, watching you struggle with your shoulder. You stand up on your feet, watching Noli quietly. There was so much you wanted to say, that you wanted to do, but it wasn't safe to touch him. You were sure that through your grief, and his glitches, it'd be hard to communicate— But part of you wanted to try. Wanted to be friends, still. To be friends forever, like you promised once before. 

And yet, you felt a hard yank on the back of your shirt— One blink of an eye, and you were back at the house, a 007n7 with furrowed brows staring at you. "What the hell is wrong with you, [Name]?" He scowled, snatching you up by the shirt. He was pissed, that much. "What'd I say? Forget him, I don't even know why you went looking for him, you—"

You backhanded him.

Hard. 

"Don't touch me," you would almost growl back, as he stared at you with an evident sort of disdain. Who were you to hit him, of all people? 007n7 knew not to meddle with you. He didn't want to, anyway. As long as he kept you out of Noli's way, he'd be fine. "Tch." He grumbled something to himself, before walking off back to his bedroom. He was still in his pajamas. 

..You were going back to Noli. If he could wait for you, that is. 

Friends don't leave each other.