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Please leave requests on this chapter only!

DISCLAIMERS:
- I haven't written anything in a long while ever since I stopped making phighting fanfics so these might be kinda bad
- I don't know every single little detail of Forsaken lore or the characters so I apologise in advance if there's anything I get wrong, feel free to correct me!
- These oneshots will be headcanon heavy, meaning I won't 100% comply with canon based on how I see the characters personally
- Keep in mind your request won't always be guaranteed, it depends if I think I can do it or not

For anyone that saw my other nsfw requests fic, I've decided to scrap it but I may (or may not) bring it back in the future, depends if I'm still busy or if I feel like it. If you left a request in the comments don't worry, I have them all saved on my list!

As a huge Elliot fan and a complete bottom, I've decided I want to do what I do best and write him getting his shit rocked in all sorts of ways

Anyway here are my boundaries and some extra info!

WILL WRITE:

- Most kinks, even ones I'm not familiar with! (I'll try to do it but it might not be the best)
- Rough sex/Soft sex/whatever
- Fem/trans/nb Elliot (if unspecified then I will default to using my personal afab masc nb headcanon)
- Most killers (won't always be guaranteed)
- Literally I'm fine with anything as long as it's not out of my boundaries

WON'T WRITE:

- Non-con
- Cucking
- c00lkidd (I WILL DELETE YOUR COMMENTS GET OUT)
- Any of that toilet stuff (piss kink etc.) just get that shit away from me
- Hyper stuff (massive genitals you see in some art, that just weirds me out)
- 'Dom' Elliot (the whole point of this fic is seeing him getting ruined leave me alone)

You can ask about anything that's not listed, I don't mind answering! Be patient though, I lose motivation pretty easily so I'll be taking my time with these

Make sure to include the characters & kinks in your request, providing plot will definitely help me get the request done faster but it isn't completely necessary! Comments will be moderated since this is purely for fun and I'm not in the right headspace to be stepping out of my comfort zone at the moment, please be understanding

And lastly just so I don't overwhelm myself with too many requests at once, here is a queue so you know exactly what I'm planning to work on:

1. Elliot/Guest 1337/Chance (Transmasc Elliot) - requested by amethyst
2. Elliot/Shedletsky - requested by Justforfun
3. Elliot/Chance - requested by Iate300ratsanddied
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Thank you for your time and I hope you'll enjoy!

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Elliot took a deep breath of the cool night-time air as yet another round begins, glancing around to take in their surroundings. Yorick's Resting Place...

They set off in search of a generator, deciding to look around the graveyard first. The crunch of their footsteps against the grass softly rang out as they made a turn, spotting a Medkit which they picked up and promptly set down beside the nearby generator.

They knelt down and began to sort through the mess of tangled wires, all while mentally taking note of their teammates. They recall seeing Two Time, Shedletsky, and Guest 1337 in the distance, not to mention Chance and... 007n7 too. Eugh. This made them frown as they connected a longer wire, wiping a bead of sweat from their forehead. 

However, being lost in their thoughts for a few seconds makes a certain sound completely slip by, as they finish the task and stand up to briefly stretch before picking up the Medkit. It was only then that they realised how eerily quiet things had become. They expected to have heard sounds of a struggle in the distance which meant their assistance would be needed, but there wasn’t a sound.

Someone might already be dead… or maybe they’re just further away? Elliot thought to themself, but then they picked up on the sound of footsteps. They quickly spun around to see who it was, and came directly face to face with 1x4. 

“Hello.”

The wind is practically almost knocked out of their lungs as they’re shoved to the ground, instantly pinned by one of the killer’s swords stabbed right through their hand. A scream rips through their throat, feeling the poison seeping through their skin, but a large hand instantly clamped around their mouth to silence them. 

“What… What did you do to them? Are my teammates still alive?!” They demanded once their hand was lifted, yet they were only met with a deep and grating chuckle which seemed to confirm their suspicions, in their mind at least. Time was still ticking, so they couldn’t be the only one left.

They kicked wildly, and it almost looked like they were going to make an escape as 1x4 jerks back, but then immediately pins them back down with a sickening crunch. Their gaze raked over Elliot’s body, predatory, as if drinking in every bit of fear that radiated from them. Then, they loomed over them and began twisting the blade which caused a tear to streak down their face. “Oww- Fuck..!” Elliot loudly hissed, then glared up at them. 

“Just… Get it over with already. Isn’t that what you want?” They muttered, accepting that it was pretty much over for them. Instead, their other hand is also pinned down, and there’s an odd glint in their gaze. As if they had something completely different in mind for the now defenceless healer.

“I could. I could tear you open right here and now, watch you squirm as you bleed out with nobody coming to save you…” They trailed off, words hanging in the air. “Or I could let you go. If you can satisfy me, that is.” There’s a slight growl in their tone, as Elliot’s eyes widened. It didn’t take long for them to put two and two together, and after much thought, they let out a defeated sigh. Of course there would be a catch, they wouldn’t just let them off that easily.

“Even if I do escape, you’ll still find me and tear me to pieces.” They grumbled, knowing the amount of times they had already died to 1x4. Over, and over, and over again. There were too many to count at this point. “So my decision won’t make a difference, will it?”

“Good, very good. You understand now, don’t you?” 1x4 purred, parting their legs and pressing a knee right up against their crotch. It sent a shiver crawling up their spine and caused their heart to hammer in their chest. They shouldn’t be feeling like this in the presence of a killer, and yet they seemed to know just the spot that would set them off.

Elliot bit their lower lip, then paused as they glanced to their hand that was still pinned down by their sword. “At least take this out first. But that’s probably out of the fucking question, isn’t it?” They gritted their teeth, watching as 1x4 shrugged and proceeded to do so, yet painfully slowly and deliberately twisting it again before yanking it out and tossing it aside.

“Gah- You asshole..!” They cried out in pain again, but didn't have much time to react further before their lips crashed together in a kiss that can only be described as messy and animalistic. It was filthy, a display of ownership that 1x knew they now had over them. 

The more Elliot was being exposed to their touch, the more they were slowly melting under it. Their long, slimy tongue forcefully slipped into their mouth, exploring every inch and leaving them almost unable to breathe as their whimpers were swallowed.

Meanwhile, 1x4 was continuously grinding their knee against Elliot’s crotch, eliciting another frustrated whine. “Stop it... Stop fucking teasing me…” They grunted when the killer had finally withdrawn their tongue, but their demand fell on deaf ears. Their clit was now throbbing, aching for more stimulation than just this..

Were they going to cum from just this? It certainly seemed like it as an aching sensation began to coil up in their gut and they bucked their hips against them, but it eventually faded when 1x4 pulled their knee away. “You don’t deserve this. Now, do as you’re told.”

They hated it. They hated them. Yet at the same time, seeing the frustration in their body language whenever Elliot tossed a pizza to their teammate made them grin with triumph. So now why did they feel the urge to follow orders like an obedient dog?

They decided to see just how far they could push the killer’s limits.

“No.”

Within a split second, 1x4’s hands wrapped around Elliot’s throat, and they could feel their pulse already racing. They could feel the blood flowing through their veins. And that just made them hungry.

“Ghh- what happened to… tearing me to shreds, huh?” Elliot choked out as they felt their grip getting tighter, causing them to grow lightheaded.  Perhaps part of them had merely wanted to see their reaction. It was equal parts pain and pleasure, and it made them feel disgusting.

Without another word, Elliot was finally allowed to breathe again, but then they felt a sharp sting all over their head as they were yanked upwards by their hair. Once on their knees, they were met by something slowly rising. It was green, thick, and painfully hard.

1x4’s fingers start digging into their scalp, until they remembered the reason for why they were still alive right now in the first place. It was either thisr, or watch their blood spill as the world fades to black once more. And even though they normally would’ve preferred the second option as they’d simply return to the cabin, they found themself gravitating towards the former.

And they hated it.

Elliot swallowed hard, staring at the flared tip of their cock as 1x4’s fingers began digging deeper, now breaking skin. This was enough for them to lean forward and pressed a chaste kiss to the head, tasting the salty pre-cum.

Wasting no more time, they opened their mouth wide and started to take the first few inches past their lips. It was a tough fit, making their eyes water, but their cock soon hit the back of their throat after taking more and more of it in.

1x4 grunted in satisfaction, never letting go of the fistful of their hair as they started with shallow thrusts, pulling out and pushing back in again. Drool leaked from the corners of their lips, dripping past their chin as the lewd slurping sounds filled the air. 

The killer quickly picked up the pace, brutally slamming their hips forward as their cock stretched Elliot’s jaw even further. More tears pricked the corners of their eyes, making it hard to see as they desperately reached down into their pants to finish what they had started.

1x4 snarled, but didn't stop them just yet. “Look at you… how pathetic. That mouth of yours was just made to be used.” Their words only spurred them on as they gave their clit some much needed attention, making them whimper and moan around the thick shaft still abusing their throat.

They noticed their noises were growing aggressive and louder in volume, signalling their incoming orgasm. Determined to finish too, they quickened their own movements and began to feel that ache bubbling up inside them again.

And yet, before they could finish, their head was forcefully shoved all the way down to the base of their cock one final time, as it pumped wave after wave of hot, thick cum right down their throat. It made them pause as they choked and gagged, their eyes rolling to the back of their head.

“Fuuuck… that’s it. Take it all, all of it. Every single drop.”

Suddenly, 1x4 yanked their arm and therefore their hand from their pants, denying them of the orgasm they so desperately needed. “What did I tell you? You don’t deserve this.” They pull their cock out of Ellliot’s aching mouth, leaving them panting and almost sobbing. It wasn’t fair, yet they technically did as they were asked, right? They pleased them, and that was all.

“I hate you.” Elliot spat, but now they knew they didn’t truly mean it. 1x4 leaned down to cup their cheek with one hand, uttering one last thing as the round finally ended.

“See you next time.”

And oh, they knew they definitely would. And Elliot would get that orgasm they rightfully deserved.

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The Survivors won.

Elliot collapsed onto the sofa in the cabin after a successful round, both exhausted and slightly frustrated. One of their teammates had completely missed the slice of pizza thrown at them since it was a bit too far away and was promptly killed, and then Elliot was consistently exhausting themself at the worst times possible, only just being saved by Guest 1337 or Two Time by the skin of their teeth. 

What was wrong with them today? Normally they’re not this sloppy and careless. They rested their head in their hands, letting out a groan while their right leg bounced purely from the nerves. 

Maybe they were just having a bad day, or maybe… they were painfully horny. That certainly would explain the way they were squeezing their thighs together right now.

Before they could even acknowledge it, however, they felt a weight beside them as someone sat down. “You seem troubled.” They spoke, and when Elliot looks up, they realise it’s Two Time.

“Ah- hey… thanks for saving me back there, y’know.” Elliot murmured, scratching the back of their neck as Two Time nodded. “I don’t know what’s going on, I don’t normally make that many mistakes in one round…”

“We all do sometimes. I know that very much. ” They trailed off, before reaching over to place a hand on their knee without a word, eventually making it stop bouncing entirely. Elliot huffs, leaning back. “Can’t help it… nervous habit.” Two Time hummed in acknowledgement, but strangely enough, didn’t move their hand away.

“Your cheeks are rather red.” They pointed out, their slender fingers slowly creeping up towards their thigh. “And your breathing is heavy. I think I know exactly what's bothering you.”

A shaky breath was caught in their throat, and Elliot was unable to meet their gaze for a few moments. “I… didn’t notice. Guess that would explain everything…” They chewed on their lower lip, shifting in place. “Well, I can take care of it. Unless…”

Their eyes met once more, and Two Time seemed to understand what they were implying. “I will gladly offer my assistance, if you wish.” They hummed, fingers now pressed right up against their crotch which made Elliot shiver. Their movements were methodical, precise, as they began rubbing slow circles that caused them to squirm.

Nearly lost in the moment, it suddenly occurred to them that the others were also still in the cabin when they caught some faint chatter not too far away. Rising to their feet, Elliot nodded towards the door and swiftly made their way out, Two Time not far behind. By the looks of it, they got out unnoticed.

Wasting no time in making their way to one of their other cabins, they both stepped inside and practically crashed their lips together in a kiss that was purely fuelled by lust. By desire. Their tongues danced, exploring each and every corner of their mouths while refusing to give in. 

“Mmph-” Elliot’s whimpers echoed through the room as their hands reached up to run through their hair, then down to settle on their waist. But then, Two Time began pushing them backwards, further and further, until their legs hit the nearby bed. Eventually pulling back from the heated kiss, they gently pushed Elliot back one more time so that they now laid down on the mattress.

After shifting into a more comfortable position, Two Time crawled on top of them and resumed the loving assault with their lips. Now trailing down to their neck, they pressed soft kisses against their warm skin which elicited another small groan from the other. It felt surreal, but they wanted more of it.

These kisses began turning into bites, littering Elliot’s neck with dark red marks that certainly wouldn’t go unnoticed. They moaned each time the cultist’s teeth sank into their neck, letting out a particularly sharp gasp when they broke skin. This was at least satisfying enough for them to pull back, as they observed Elliot’s writhing form.

“Two Time- Fuck , please… I need more.” They shamelessly begged, to which the other seemingly obliged by unbuttoning their pants within seconds and throwing them to the ground, followed by their underwear. Their dripping cunt was now on full display, and Elliot noticed them clenching their fist, likely trying to resist ruining them right then and there.

“Worry not, allow me to take care of you.”

Lowering their head down, their breath ghosted over Elliot’s hardened clit, making it switch as they once again squirmed. Then, they slowly licked all the way up their lips and latched onto the swollen bud, suckling with increased vigor.

It sent a shockwave through them, as they cried out while clutching the bedsheets. “ ...ah– AH! FUCK! Hhhhhaaaahhh—! ”

Two Time was relentless, eating them out as if it was their very last meal while their juices began dribbling down their chin. Elliot tasted so good, and they found themselves becoming addicted in record time. They wanted more? Then they would give them more. 

Their tongue dug further into their cunt, watching as Elliot’s back arched while their inner walls were trying to clench down around something. Anything . 

The pleasure was overwhelming, and they knew they likely wouldn’t last much longer at this rate. Elliot was at their mercy, and it felt so. damn. good .

“God, please, please, plea- Ohhh fuuuuck -!” Their thighs trembled as Two Time hit the spot that drove them crazy, all while giving extra stimulation to their clit by rolling it between their fingers. “Two Time, Two Time- Oh my god, please- I’m so close-”

It almost felt embarrassing with how quickly they were reaching their climax. The aching sensation grew and grew, coiling up in their gut until it snapped and crashed down upon them like a tidal wave. Elliot threw their head back and gripped onto the sheets for dear life, moaning Two Time’s name like a mantra as their entire body jerked.

“Good, you’re so good for me… thaaat’s it…”

They rode out the high, softly bucking their hips while already looking completely fucked out of their mind. Then, Elliot hears the sound of clothing being removed again, and blink slowly up at them as they come face to face with the cultist’s own cunt which was now equally as wet. 

“Now, lift your leg up for me, pet .” Two Time hummed. Their pulse was hammering, pounding in their ears, in her throat, in the space between their legs. It felt humiliating, it felt undignified, it felt… so right.

Once one leg was lifted, they slotted themself in between Elliot’s legs, their entrances just inches away from touching. Still a little overstimulated from the previous orgasm, their clit twitched as Two Time slowly began rubbing up and down, quiet groans slipping from their own lips.

Mine, mine, all mine . Oh Spawn, please forgive me.

Slick sounds joined the symphony of moans and whimpers, as they jolted with pleasure each time their clits bumped together. Elliot realised they were already starting to grow closer to another orgasm, and they vocalised this quite clearly.

“Two Time- I’m… I’m getting close again, ohh please…! I need…!”

They shake their head, panting softly. “Uh-uh, not yet. Hold on a little longer… we can cum together…”

Elliot gritted their teeth, trying so hard to hold it back, but it was becoming so painful that it was suffocating. 

“Please, please, please…” They begged over and over, slick dripping down onto the sheets as both of their cries were getting louder and louder.

Fire pooled in their stomach, as Two Time closed their eyes and squeezed them shut. They swore they weren’t gonna stop any time soon, and yet they felt themself starting to lose composure as their thrusts became more sporadic. 

“Just… a little more. I’m almost there, pet…” The cultist huffs, breathing heavily as they realised just how warm the room had become. But Elliot can’t take it anymore- they need it. It’s not fair.

Tears pricked the corners of their eyes, and just when it seemed like none of their cries would get through to them, Two Time finally spoke the words they had been desperate to hear.

“Okay, okay- You can cum for me… come on…!”

“Now!”

At that moment, time slows as Elliot falls into another mind-shattering orgasm, with Two Time quickly following shortly after. Neither of them wanted to move, basking in the afterglow and the feeling of each other’s juices.

Eventually, Two Time sits up and leans back over Elliot, pressing their foreheads together as they were still panting.

“You did so well, Elli…” They purred, gently rubbing their thumb across their cheek. The nickname made their stomach flutter, as they chuckled in response. “You weren’t too bad yourself, either.”

They caught themselves in another brief kiss, now filled more with affection than anything else, and then fell into each other’s arms.

Elliot buried their face into the crook of their neck, letting out a soft sigh. “That… hah, that helped plenty. Thank you.”

“Where were you guys? We thought you’d already died or something…!” Noob’s voice rang out when they finally returned to the main cabin, as the others had also just come back from a round.

“We were just… um…” Elliot murmured, still a little lightheaded from earlier and struggling to come up with the right words.

“Resting.” Two Time spoke up for them, placing one arm across their shoulder. “Elliot wasn’t feeling too well, so I merely decided to keep an eye on them.”

“Ohh… Well, hopefully you’re feeling better now! We struggled quite a lot out there without you, y’know.” Noob let out a sigh, before turning away to speak with the others.

Elliot raises an eyebrow at them, but then chuckles. “Nice save.”

“We will have to do this again sometime, Elli.” Two Time whispered, managing to sneak another quick kiss.

Their face flushed, and they nodded.

“Definitely.”

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To be honest, Elliot knew exactly what they were doing.

The previous round had been an absolute whirlwind, chased left and right while the sentinels of their team tried their hardest to interrupt the killer and get them off their back. They managed to thank them all individually, but their idea of a ‘thank you’ was a sneaky kiss to the cheek as they whispered something before darting off. 

“Meet me in the other cabin”.

And now all four sentinels stood surrounding Elliot, as they sat on the edge of the bed. They each wore various looks of confusion, indifference, and slight interest.

“What’s this all about then, Elli?” Chance was the first to speak up, the nickname simply being a natural thing for them now. He fidgets with his sleeves, then glances between the others and Elliot. “I’d like to know, too.” Guest 1337 adds, folding his arms.

Elliot found themself almost stumbling over their words from having this many pairs of eyes on them. They expected maybe two of them to show up at once, but not all four .

“Well… I suppose you could say I wanted to give you more of a… ‘personal thanks’ for helping me.” They started, but then Shedletsky quickly chimes in before anyone else could reply. “Ohh, I get it! So that’s why you randomly decided to kiss me before running away, huh ?!”

The others responded with varying degrees of having experienced the same thing, and muttering words that Elliot couldn’t quite pick up before each one slowly turned back towards them.

“You knew that action was outlandish enough for us all to want an explanation and come straight here.” Guest points out, to which they sheepishly nodded. But deep down they felt no shame.

Two Time, who seemed to have caught on to exactly what Elliot was getting at, walks over and sits down beside them.

“You want to be intimate… with all four of us?” They tilted their head, no judgement in their gaze, and now it became much more clear to the others.

“Jeez, Elli. I didn’t know you were like that.” Chance raises an eyebrow, with a smirk tugging at his lips. “Hm… I wouldn’t mind. If everyone else doesn’t either, that is.”

Shedletsky took in a deep breath through his nose, then sighed. “I don’t see why not. Maybe we deserve to let ourselves go for a bit, eh?”

Guest glances towards him, deep in thought, before eventually nodding. They were already stuck in this hell, so would there really be an issue with indulging themselves?

“Very well.”

“Are you sure you can handle all of us at once?” Shedletsky asks as they were all changing out of their respective clothes, until there was nothing but their underwear remaining. 

Elliot nods eagerly while Two Time was already grinding their knee up against their crotch to prepare them.

“Haah- Yeah, I know I can.” They trailed off, seemingly thinking. “What if I… jerk two of you off, while Two Time rides my face, then someone can take the last spot of fucking me…?”

The room fell silent for a moment or two, Elliot’s heart racing in their chest as they awaited a response, before Guest spoke up. “That sounds like a good plan.”

“Alright then, Elli.” Chance crawls up to them as Two Time had slightly moved to the side. “I’m thinkin’. You want a safe word in case things get too much? Something you’re familiar with?”

That was a good idea… Elliot pondered for a moment before blurting out the first thing that came to mind. “Pizza.”

“Gotcha. So if it’s too much, just say that and we’ll stop. M’kay?” He replies, and everyone else nodded.

To give them just enough space, they all decided to move onto the floor, with a single pillow to support Elliot’s head. Everyone’s underwear was now thrown aside too, as both Shedletsky and Guest kneeled down so that Elliot’s hands could reach them.

Two Time hovers over their face, bare cunt on display, as Chance then had Elliot’s legs resting on his shoulders.

“Remember, guys. Take it easy..” He breathed, as Elliot wrapped their fingers around the base of both cocks and began to slowly move up and down. The two of them groaned simultaneously, tilting their heads back as Two Time was mindlessly playing with their clit while waiting.

“Fuuuuck… your hand feels amazing.” Shedletsky murmurs, already softly bucking his hips into the touch. Meanwhile, Chance was now moving his finger in slow circles around Elliot’s entrance in preparation, eliciting soft whimpers from them which in turn stimulated Two Time as their breath ghosted over their own.

This felt so, so dirty. Letting them all take them like this, just like they wanted. And they loved it.

Chance pulls his hand away momentarily, then presses his thumb against Elliot’s clit. He circles it slowly like before, then adds his other finger back into the mix and gently pinches. It makes their body twitch when the pleasure momentarily jolts through them, and then he begins rolling the sensitive bud between both fingers.

They continuously shiver, trying not to squirm too much, all while picking up the pace with the movement of their hands. They occasionally rub their thumbs across the tips in a sensual manner, now feeling precum start to leak from the slits.

They manage to stay surprisingly focused during all of this, but considering their job, it really wasn’t much of a surprise after all.

Elliot’s back arches a little when Chance inserts not one, but both of his fingers into his cunt. He lets them settle for a bit, then pushes further and further in, stretching them out. This was more than enough for them to get even wetter, and the same could be said for Two Time.

“ Chaaaance- oh fuUUUCK! ” They mewled, but were then cut off when the cultist finally lowered themself down to make contact with their lips after deciding they had waited long enough.

Elliot’s tongue instinctively sticks out, gliding across the length of their slit, making them let out a debauched moan into the air. It felt like absolute heaven, and they wasted no time in planting their hands onto Elliot’s chest, starting up the riding motion like their life depended on it.

Guest, who had been mostly quiet the entire time besides the occasional grunt or moan, cracked one eye open just to see how Elliot was holding up. 

Their hands were still settled into a comfortable pace along his and Shedletsky’s shafts, and Chance was pulling his fingers out now that they were properly ready.

He settles the tip of his aching cock onto their clit, then slowly drags it up and down their slit for a few moments. “Ready, Elli?” Chance hums after glancing up, and a muffled hum of agreement lets him know that they were. 

Their tight heat wraps around him instantly once he pushes forward, and although he tries to bite back a groan, it spills from his lips within seconds. 

He bottoms out, already panting, then after waiting another moment for them to adjust, he starts to move.

“They’re taking us all so well…” Guest whispers, earning a small nod from the man opposite him. 

“Yeah… hey, you mind- haah …  speeding up a bit more for us?” Shedletsky asks after glancing back down at Elliot, and although they were practically pussy-drunk at this rate, they did catch his question and further increased the pace of their strokes.

“Oh Spawn… I don’t know how much longer I can last…” Two Time hisses through their teeth, still grinding on Elliot’s face with reckless abandon as they give their own clit some much-needed extra stimulation.

“Woah, hang in there, pal.” Chance grins as his hips pull and slam back into Elliot’s cunt much more roughly than before. “I gotta- Nghh … catch up first…”

“Can’t… hold it-!” 

Having picked up on Two Time’s cry, Elliot decides to put a bit more effort in with their tongue, and it isn’t long before they’re the first one to spill. 

Their entire body jerks, with Elliot happily lapping up as much of the spilled juices as they can. The cultist's breath comes in short, uneven bursts, while they ride out the high before eventually lifting off of them.

Elliot already looks completely fucked out of their mind, with a stained face and unfocused eyes to boot. 

“Are you alright?” Guest asks when he notices, his voice edged with some concern.

Their voice was slightly raspy, but they still managed to mutter something once more ever since they started. “ Mmhmm… ”

Before Guest could suggest they slowed down for a moment, he was interrupted by a sharp gasp from Shedletsky. 

“Shit, I’m gonna…!” He grunted, as thick ropes of cum shot out from his tip and further coated Elliot’s face. 

Chance is too focused on reaching his own orgasm to notice, while Guest patiently waits for him to finish and Two Time also watches, softly playing with Elliot’s messy hair at the same time.

“...Haah, my bad. Couldn’t hold it any longer either.” He laughs awkwardly. At least Elliot didn’t seem to mind.

They try to pick their pace back up to help Guest finish too, but after he lifts their head up slightly with one hand, he guides his leaking tip steadily into their mouth. 

“Allow me.” He huffs, and although his thrusts start out slow, they quickly increase to an almost brutal pace. Though Elliot hadn’t cum yet themself, they could feel those ripples of pleasure in their gut getting more and more intense, which made them whimper around his dick.

“Fuuuck, Elli.. you feel so amazing…” Chance purred, seemingly approaching his orgasm at the same time as Guest with his increase in thrusts as well.

Both of them could barely utter any more coherent words, the pressure becoming too much to bear. When Elliot’s back arches again and a downright pornographic moan spills from their mouth as they finally tip over the edge, their hips stutter as they inevitably crash and release.

Guest spills copious amounts of cum right down their throat, lips reddened, and they swallow just about all of it. He leans back after pulling out of Elliot’s mouth, hands resting on the floor behind him as he catches his breath.

Chance, on the other hand, still remained snug within their cunt. The inner walls gently squeezed and milked every last remaining drop, until he was utterly spent.

After a while, he does pull out, and finds that Elliot was now almost half asleep. “Whew… god I needed that. Think I’m pretty exhausted as well.”

“We should… probably help them get cleaned up now.” Two Time speaks after they spent a few extra moments basking in the last of the afterglow.

Shedletsky is the first to put his clothes back on, and gets up onto his feet. “I can go grab something, wait right there!”

He slips out of the cabin, closing the door behind him, while the others make sure Elliot is okay.

“You did so well, y’know.” Chance coos, rubbing soothing circles on their back as they sit up. “Kinda glad I agreed to meet you, in all honesty.”

“I agree.” Guest wore a noticeable smile, as Shedletsky quickly returned with a slightly damp cloth in his hand.

“Here, this should do!” He holds it out, and Guest takes it upon himself to do the honors. He carefully cleans up Elliot’s face, as well as their crotch.

After setting the cloth aside for now, they each got dressed and then all five of them huddled together in one big group hug, while also peppering Elliot’s face with individual kisses.

They smile to themself, all while thinking.

Maybe another time… I’d love to do this again

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The grass crunches under Elliot’s feet as he runs, desperately attempting to lose the killer’s interest or hold on long enough for another teammate to draw attention away from him. He’s played this whole song and dance too many times to be able to count, but what else could he realistically do?

He momentarily slows down to a walk to catch his breath when he thinks there's a safe enough distance, but his heart almost drops when that distance quickly closes and he feels a sharp stinging pain spread throughout his body.

Thanks to the adrenaline, he manages to round a corner and catches sight of Guest 1337 heading his way. Relief floods through him as he darts past the sentinel, though he doesn’t waste time looking back while the other man blocks and lands a well timed punch.

It gave him enough time to finally put some distance between him and the killer as he let himself collapse against a wall, breathing heavily. What does he do now? His heart is practically hammering in his chest and he can’t risk putting himself out there again unless he wants to be killed.

Two Time had just finished up a generator nearby, and when they came into view, Elliot almost gave away his location with a sharp gasp. “ Holy fuck – You scared the hell outta me!”

The cultist looks equally as startled, but it’s not from only seeing him, it’s from seeing his injuries. “Oh my spawn – ! Here, here. Take this.”

They quickly shove the medkit they had picked up into his arms, and Elliot momentarily hisses through his teeth. “Thanks, but I don’t know if I can….” His whole body felt weak, and his shirt was torn from the rather noticeable wound in his side.

“Okay, don’t worry. Let me help…” Two Time kneels down beside him and opens up the medkit, picking up a roll of bandages in one hand. “Ah, would you mind…?”

Elliot blinks up at them, and then his eyes widen when he understands. “Oh – ! Right, sure.” He unbuttons his shirt, then lifts up his black undershirt for easier access. The colder air makes him shiver, as Two Time leans over to start wrapping the bandage around him.

Being this close without them even batting an eye … the tension in the air was palpable . Not to mention the gentle grasp on his waist… Elliot has to resist the urge to squirm under their gaze, but they’re quick to notice. 

“...Sorry, is this alright?” Two Time murmurs, and it hits them just how close their faces are in that moment.

“I uh… yeah, it’s fine…”

“Elliot…”

“Really, I promise…”

Silence falls between them, save for the distant sounds of their teammates still fending off the killer. Two Time finishes wrapping the bandages, and settles one hand on his cheek.

“...Can I kiss you?” They whisper, unblinking. 

Elliot freezes, then his expression softens. “You don’t even have to ask.”

Their lips connect within seconds, and suddenly everything around them feels much warmer. The kiss isn’t messy, at least for now. It’s gentle, and Two Time makes sure not to touch the freshly wrapped wounds too harshly.

Sneaking quick glances and the occasional exchange when asking for help simply hadn’t been enough. But this… this is exactly what they yearned for. 

Soon enough both of their tongues slip in, and they’re exploring every single corner of their mouths. A little bit of saliva drips down their chin, as the hand cupping his cheek slowly finds its way to the base of his neck, and eventually they pull away to catch their breath.

Their mouth isn’t finished with the loving assault on his body just yet, and Two Time begins planting small but firm kisses along his skin. “So… beautiful…” They breathe in between kisses, each one getting a little more rough as their self-control was wearing thin. “So… divine …”

“Two Time – Oh fuuuck …” Elliot whimpers softly, one hand gently gripping the back of their head as he stumbles over his words. “I need… I need… –”

They pause, lifting their gaze slightly to meet his. “Mm? What do you need? Use your words.”

If the events beforehand hadn’t already made his heart race, then this certainly had. He takes in a shaky breath, practically unable to look away. “I need more – just… just do whatever you want with me, please …!”

“...Gladly.” They lightly chuckle, throwing all caution to the wind as their teeth slowly sunk into his neck. It’s not deep enough to draw blood, but enough to where the skin would certainly bruise. Elliot cries out, but quickly slaps his free hand over his mouth to avoid drawing any unwanted attention.

Without a word, Two Time slowly pulls his hand away as if to say; ‘Let me hear you.’ The pain makes tears prick the corners of his eyes which forces him to shut them momentarily, but he quickly gets used to it as the cultist’s hand then trails down his side to rest at the waistband of his pants.

But instead of pulling them down right away, they stop and sit beside Elliot, gesturing for him to take a seat in their lap instead. Once he does, they quickly latch onto his neck again almost like a hungry vampire.

“Much better…” Two Time mutters, as they litter more and more bites across his reddening skin. Elliot decides to finish what they had started, and tugs his pants down to around his knees, all while whining from sheer desperation.

Their hand reaches down and presses two fingers against the fabric of his underwear, letting out another huff of amusement when they feel a damp spot. “Wow, you’re this wet already?”

“Don’t… don’t tease.” Elliot grumbles as their fingers began rubbing in circles on his clit beneath. They almost don’t listen, simply listening to his noises of frustration, before soon relenting.

“Alright, alright. At least let me have a little fun, though.” Two Time rolls their eyes as his underwear was eventually pulled down enough to expose his soaked cunt to the cool air. With little room for protest now, he leans his head back against their shoulder and gives up any remaining control.

They idly trace one finger around the outside of his entrance to gauge his reaction, and then slowly begin sliding it in. Sure enough, his body shudders and his inner walls flutter around it, as he gently bites down on his lower lip.

“Another?” Two Time murmurs, and wastes no time inserting a second finger once they get a nod of approval. While their hand settles into a relatively quick pace, their other one takes his aching clit and rolls it in between his thumb and index fingers for added stimulation.

The way he writhed... the way he begged… it was driving them absolutely wild . 

“ Hhhhhaaaahhh – !  Oh my god, keep going…!”

And Two Time would respond to his pleas with just as much enthusiasm.

“Good boy, that’s it… you’re doing so well for me.” They’d hum, managing to slide in a third and final finger. At this point Elliot is practically seeing stars, and an orgasm wouldn’t be very far away either.

Their pace grows frantic, almost desperate to see the look on their precious Elliot’s face when he comes undone.

“Two Time – fuUUCK I need to.. I need to cum, please…!” He gasps, and after a moment of silence, they nod.

“Since you asked so nicely…” They sped up as fast as they could go, but then bit right back down onto his neck with a soft grunt. This time, it was definitely hard enough to break skin, and also enough to finally tip him over the edge as he let out a strangled cry of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

“There you go… how was that, mm?” Two Time whispers, giving him a loving kiss as they eventually pull their fingers out of his aching cunt.

“It... was amazing…” Elliot breathes, and then his eyes go wide when the cultist starts licking his juices off. Oh, he’s so in love…

“But… what about you?”

They were in the middle of lapping at the small beads of blood forming around the fresher bite mark, before pausing to meet his gaze again. 

“I’ll… take care of it. I suspect we don’t have much time left, anyway.”

And sure enough, everything went black as the survivors emerged with yet another victory.

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Hey all! I know this is pretty early, but I wanted to give a heads up now that during the month of July I will NOT be taking any requests at all since I'm participating in the yearly ArtFight event!

If you want to follow me there and perhaps even send me an attack when the event starts, you can find my profile here!

Anyway the next request I'll be working on is pizzaburger so look forward to that ;) See you soon!

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Elliot found himself looking forward to seeing 7n7 more than he wanted to admit.

The man had become somewhat of a regular on his delivery routes, and every time he recognised his address on an order ticket, something in him perked up.

People don’t usually remember your face when you’re gone in under a minute, but 7n7 certainly did. And Elliot picked up on everything about him, too – from his casual laughter to the warmth in his voice when he said his name. It made his days just a little bit brighter when he was only running on caffeine and muscle memory.

It felt strange. They weren’t exactly friends, they didn’t hang out or chat during his free time. Perhaps good acquaintances at most, and yet the thought of that familiar face meant more to him than most people in his mundane life. He was getting under his skin, and frankly Elliot found it a little embarrassing.

At this point, Elliot had been out for hours already on another route, the soft drizzle of rain soaking his jacket and pants. Streetlights were slowly beginning to turn on, and he had one last delivery to make before the end of his shift.

When he glances at the ticket, his face lights up. It’s that same address again, and he catches himself smiling like an idiot. Though tired, it gave him the sudden motivation to get things done and over with, just so he could see him again.

With his helmet back on his head, Elliot wastes no time and immediately sets off on that old delivery bike towards his place. He takes all the right turns, all the right shortcuts, and arrives there in record time as usual.

He parks at the side of the building and takes out the pizza box from the bag strapped to the back of his bike, then steps up to the door. His heart was pounding in his chest, almost like it was trying to escape, but he takes a deep breath and knocks.

“Heeey, good to see you!” 7n7 grins after opening the door, payment already in hand with an extra tip snuck in. 

“Haha… you too! Right then, here’s your pizza.” They exchange items and 7n7 sets the box aside for now, leaning against the doorframe. “You look exhausted, y’know. Another long shift?”

Elliot lets out a long sigh and nods. “Yeah, you know it… at least this was my last delivery for today, anyway..”

“That so? Why don’t you stop by for a bit, then?” 7n7 cocks his head to one side, hands stuffed into his pockets.

At first he was a little hesitant, stunned that he had actually offered. But then he decides that someone else could probably help close up for him, so he nods. “Ah why not… I guess a little rest wouldn’t hurt.”

“Great, come on in then!” 7n7 stands back upright and gestures with his hand. “At least you’ll be outta the rain for a bit. Oh, and don’t mind the mess, by the way.”

Contrary to the mess Elliot was imagining once he stepped inside, it actually wasn’t all that bad. A few things here and there, but it was pretty decent.

He hangs his jacket up somewhere for now, and then flops down onto the nearby sofa. A loud sigh of relief escapes him, and 7n7 chuckles.

“Sounds like you needed that, huh?” He gets another nod in response, then heads over to the refrigerator in the kitchen to grab a few cans of soda.

Tossing one to him, he then picks up the TV remote and takes a seat next to him. He wasn’t all that bothered about watching something specific, it was just nice to have some background noise.

“Whew… thanks, man.” Elliot hums, instantly feeling a little better from a single sip of the bubbly drink.

“So… you been working at that place a while, I take it?”

“Mhm, that’s right. It’s a family business.” He replies while taking another sip, staring up at the ceiling.

“Ahh, makes sense. You look like you’re doing a good job at it.”

“Hah, thanks… I do try.”

From then on, the two of them chatted away with the occasional lighthearted banter. Getting to know him more truly made Elliot’s heart flutter, and on occasion he found himself staring for longer than he probably should have.

At first, 7n7 barely noticed, until the moment when their eyes happened to meet each other at the same time, and they both froze.

“What’s up? Do I have something on my face?” He chuckles, and then does so even harder when Elliot shakes his head and begins stumbling over his words.

“No no no – I mean, I wasn’t – I didn’t mean… I was just – ”

“Easy there, easy. It’s okay, you can admit that I’m handsome.”

He pauses, glaring at 7n7 in disbelief as the other man had to stifle more laughter at his reaction.

“Hah! The look on your face – Don’t worry, I’m just messing with you.”

“Suuuure…” Elliot murmurs, his cheeks a little warm.

“...What, do you actually think so?” 7n7 replies, his expression faltering when Elliot hums in agreement.

It felt like the entire atmosphere of the room was changing, as he shifted a little closer after setting his almost empty can down.

“Well ain’t that nice. I don’t get that very often, believe it or not.”

“No kidding?” Elliot raises an eyebrow.

“No kidding.”

Silence fell upon the pair, with Elliot shifting awkwardly in his seat until he spoke up again.

“I… really look forward to seeing you on my routes, y’know. It’s like a breath of fresh air.”

He expected no reply, maybe a confused stare or for him to change the topic, but instead he saw the corners of his mouth twitch and lift into a small smile.

“The feeling’s mutual, Elliot. Your smile is practically infectious whenever I see you.”

“That’s nothing… I always gotta put on a smile for customers, don’t I?” He was unable to meet his gaze for a moment, his cheeks getting even warmer.

“Maybe so, but to me it feels like more than just being friendly and polite.”

Elliot tried to open his mouth to speak several times, but nothing would come out. Once he looked back at him, he realised just how much closer he had gotten.

“Is there something you’re not telling me?”

No response. But then, Elliot suddenly leans forward and captures his lips in a quick kiss that has him frantically apologising over and over afterwards.

“Fuck, fuck – ! I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have –“

“Elliot.” A single word and a hand on his shoulder was more than enough to shut him up.

Fuck. I’m so screwed, he’s going to kick me out, isn’t he…?

“You could’ve just asked, yeah?”

Wait, what…?

7n7 leaves no room for further response as he returns the impulsive kiss, and this time it was more gentle. He had to know what he was doing, surely.

Elliot is so bewildered that he simply stares at the floor once he pulls back, questioning what was even going on between them now. They can’t just be mere acquaintances anymore…

“Kiss me again.” He blurts out, momentarily slapping his hand over his mouth before it drops into his lap. “...please?”

With his drink now fully empty, 7n7 has his full attention focused on him. He studies his gaze, then cups one cheek when he recognises that he’s dead serious.

“See? Wasn’t so hard, was it?”

There was a slight purr in his tone that made Elliot shiver, and they locked lips again in a manner that was beyond sensual by now.

Unsure where else to put his hands, he drapes them over his shoulders as they briefly adjust so 7n7 could crawl on top of him, then resume kissing as if it never happened. Elliot’s mind was spinning, still trying to comprehend that this was actually happening.

When the other man presses a knee up against his crotch, he involuntarily bites down on his lip to suppress a moan. 7n7 flinches briefly, but otherwise doesn’t seem to care. One might say he even liked that.

His tongue slips into the other’s mouth without resistance, and Elliot knows he’s practically becoming putty in his hands.

After a rather heated make-out session, he pulls back and stares deep into his eyes.

“Tell me you want this.” 7n7 pants, tugging at his shirt collar as a silent way of telling him to undress. Elliot wastes no time undoing the buttons and slipping his shirt off, as well as his undershirt too.

“Yeah… Fuck … I want this. Please.” Though initially a little nervous, his worries vanished when 7n7 didn’t even bat an eye at the top scars.

“Absolutely beautiful…” He murmurs, littering kisses down Elliot’s chest before reaching the waistband of his pants. “You gonna take these off for me as well, pretty boy?”

7n7 also undresses while he does so, until they’re both down to nothing but their underwear. His growing bulge was even more visible now, and Elliot just couldn’t tear his eyes away from it.

“I see you… you’ll get it soon.” 7n7 hums, pulling his underwear down and spitting on his hand to smear it over his cock. He was about to lift one leg over his shoulder, then paused.

He gestures with a nod to Elliot’s own underwear, and they’re quickly tossed aside where the rest of their clothes were.

“Just… hurry.” Elliot whimpers as he drags the tip of his shaft up and down the lips of his already aching cunt.

“Uh-uh. What’s the word?”

“ Fuuuck – please…! ”

“Good boy.”

With one swift motion, he slips the tip in at first, then slowly pushes more and more of his cock inside him. Elliot hisses at the pain that shoots through him, but 7n7 at least gives him some time to adjust.

“God, you feel so good –” He grunts, eventually settling into a steady pace as his walls fluttered around him. 

“ Haaah – ! Don’t slow down…“ Elliot cries as 7n7 dropped to his elbows, so their bodies were practically pressed against each other while he increased the speed of his thrusts.

“I don’t– Nghh – plan on it, pretty boy…”

“Please, fffuuuCK – oh my… oh my goD …”

He wraps his legs around 7n7’s back to push him in further, as fire was now starting to pool in his stomach.

“ Mmmh – taking me so well like this… such a dirty little… slut for my cock, aren’t you?” 

At this point his pace was brutal, the harsh noises of skin slapping against skin filling the room while Elliot was nearly to the point of tears from the overwhelming pleasure.

“And who do you fucking belong to? Huh?! ”

“ A-AH! I’m… I’m yours…! All yours!”

“Good, good… maybe I’ll let you cum soon. If you beg, that is.”

“Pleeease, oh my god please – I need to cum… I need to…!” 

His pride was overflowing as the writhing mess beneath him spilled almost every plea that he could think of. 7n7 knew his own orgasm was soon approaching, and had an idea to make it extra special.

“Gonna… fill you up. You want that? Want me to knock you up like the whore you are?” He huffs, slowing down momentarily as he awaited his response.

Elliot was too fucked out of his mind to even think at this rate, desperately trying to chase his incoming high. “I don’t care – just… breed me, use me , I don’t care anymore – !”

“Ohh you are so dirty… and I’m gonna give you exactly what you want.”

He arched his back, toes curling as he finally, finally came undone. It was like a huge shockwave, and the volume at which he screamed his name might as well have been loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to hear.

7n7 wasn’t too far behind, and soon thrusted one more time before his hips stuttered and he spilled himself inside. Elliot’s inner walls had his cock in a literal vice grip, milking every single drop he had in him.

Though still nestled inside, their movements eventually came to a stop as the two attempted to catch their breath.

“That was… You were amazing, pretty boy…” He breathes, nuzzling into the crook of his neck as Elliot dryly chuckled.

“Give yourself some credit… I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good before.”

“Hah… I’m glad to hear that.”

Once his cock had softened, he finally pulls out and wraps him in his arms while sighing with pure bliss.

“Maybe we should do this more often… if I visit you after shifts…” He whispers, grinning to himself.

“Already thinking of more?” 7n7 raises an eyebrow, but then grins right back. “I like that… I’ll consider it.”

“...Just rest for now, yeah? You wanna be able to get home safely.” He adds, pressing a much gentler kiss to his forehead.

When Elliot awoke the next morning, his head was almost pounding as he tried to make sense of where he was. He delivered to his favourite regular’s house last night… and then…

It quickly struck him that he was in someone’s arms… it was him .

“...Morning, Elliot.” 7n7 murmurs, rubbing soothing circles on his back.

“Did we…?” He trails off, then glances around for the time. “Oh fuck – No time to think, I have to get ready for work now !”

“Go ahead, that’s alright. I left you a little something in your pocket, anyway.” He gives him one last kiss before Elliot got up to dress himself.

Afterwards, he darts towards the door and grabs his jacket, glancing back to shoot a smile and then heading out the door.

“Love you, pretty boy.” He calls back, chuckling. What Elliot found in his pocket was a small piece of paper with a number neatly written on one side. Of course he would. Well, he’ll definitely get in touch once he’s on break…

Ah. He should probably return that delivery bike on his way there, huh.