⋆✴︎ 🥮 ˚｡⋆ MINOR WRITING SMUT: PROCEED AT YOUR OWN CAUTION , art credits: @/shishigacoolguy on TT , fingering , p in v , hair tugging [Shedletsky] , possible mischaracterization , mutual pinning , FWB -> ??? , #rustywriter , mentions of pet names [doll, darling, etc.] , no use of prns or names [reader] , grammar and spelling warning
INTRO
It’s times like these you’re grateful for the separate cabins the Spectre has oh so mercifully gifted you. Its reasoning stands unknown—whether out of pity or pleasure—but doesn’t go unnoticed. Despite that, you’re sure that any unfortunate next-door Survivor couldn’t possibly turn their ears away from the groaning emitting from your cabin.
Times have been, for lack of a better word, stressful. And you’ve been looking for ways to ease yourself out of such tense circumstances.
Who would’ve known that Shedletsky, Robloxian admin and fried chicken carnivore, would be the perfect companion?
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The cabin is silent apart from the quiet-but-ever-prevalent squelches and silent moans that leave your mouth parted in only the prettiest way possible. Warmth encapsulates your body, hot between your thighs. Toasty as you feel Shedletsky’s chest burn against the skin of your back. The world blurs at the edges, and for once, you finally feel somewhat at ease.
No sense of fear. No impression of urgency. No Killer left hot on your heels looking for another thirty seconds; just the understanding that you’re being taken care of tonight.
You came to the Admin tired, worn out beyond belief, and just in desperate need of something to take your mind off the state you’ve been trying hard not to sink into. Told him you felt foolish for feeling this way. Admitted that you needed to be stronger. And all he could feel was a crack splintering its way through his heart.
You promised him a warm bath as aftercare and a perfectly sculpted body, so who is he to refuse? Not when your sex accepts his fingers so well, begging for more than he can give in the moment.
“Doin’ so well doll, ‘s all yours to take.” He slurs, so out-of-character and fully blissed out for him as he presses small kisses to the side of your neck. Shedletsky feels you pulse around one, two, three slick-coated fingers. Feels the tension slowly drain from your shoulders as your head lolls back onto his. “I’ve gotchu, I’m here. Let yourself go for me, darling.”
Your tight. Clenched around the Admin like he’s bound to leave you hot and bothered. Alone and vulnerable. The same feeling that has him lustfully fantasizing about how snug you’ll feel around his cock. How absolutely perfect you’ll look, suffocating in a bliss he vows to drown you in.
“Fuck, fuck Shedletsky, please—” you babble incoherently as your hips subconsciously buck into his fingers. Desperate to chase after a craving only he can satisfy.
“Use your words fa’ me, hun,” Shedletsky teases. “can’t get what ‘chu want if you’re not straight forward with me.”
You sigh, then gasp when the tips of his fingers brush against your sweet spot. “Want you—holy crap—t’ go faster, please, god.” And you feel him smirk into the crook of your neck.
His calloused thumb rubs tight little circles around your clit, keeping the bundle of nerves aware and adding to the stimulation racking throughout your body. A large hand palms and squeezes at your chest where your shirt used to be, now haphazardly collecting dust on the floor.
“Shit—oh shit I’m c-close.” The words ghost against Shedletsky’s ears as the man continues to plunge deeper. His ministrations against your clit grow faster: your voice refusing to decay. Even as your body convulses around his fingers, Shedletsky can’t take his eyes off of you.
A sight for sore eyes in all honesty.
You’re barely done catching your breath when you feel him move from behind you; don’t register the sound of shorts hitting the floor until you finally look up at him and find his face mere inches away from yours. Hot breath ghosting your lips.
“You good?” Shedletsky rasps, as if watching you come undone in front of him took all his stamina and more.
“Yeah…yeah just—wooo…” You whistle breathlessly, thighs involuntarily twitching against his. “Are you okay? You sound, ha, completely out of it.”
Shedletsky lets out a sly chuckle. “Sorry doll, just watching you come had to be, like, one of the top three hottest things I’ve ever seen.” He dips forward to place a kiss on your forehead, and you feel your cheeks flush. “You’ve been doin’ so well.”
His words are honest. True in a way that makes you forget that Shedletsky's not actually your boyfriend and just someone you came waddling towards when life began to feel like too much. Can’t say you’re complaining, though, especially when he slowly guides himself into your pussy with a punishing kiss that makes your brain fog and legs weak.
It’s a type of fullness that soothes the ache in your heart and adds to the growing warmth in your stomach.
“Ah, shit,” the Admin groans, a smirk teasing at the corners of his mouth. “You tryna’—fuck—make me explode two seconds in?” And you laugh because it’s Shedletsky you’ve got your arms draped around. It’s Shedletsky who’s quick to take a hit for you during a match. It’s Shedletsky you’d let get this close.
…and for that, you kiss his cheek and wrap your legs around his torso, pulling him in as he hisses in response. A slow thrust to test the waters elicits a filthy, sweet moan from you, and it’s not long until he finds a pattern that has you a pleasured mess.
“Sooo pretty, ha, thanks for, for coming t’a me,” he stutters over his words, sharp teeth biting his bottom lip for purchase. To ground himself so he doesn’t risk any of his own groans from being set free.
You, on the other hand, don’t really like that, though.
A shaky hand claws its way up into Shedletsky’s curls—thick and luscious and way too entertaining to mess around with—and gives his hair a gentle, but stern, tug.
And he shivers. Tingles flood his body, and his mouth goes agape. The sound that breaks through is nothing short of a small symphony, and you find yourself grinning ear to ear.
“W-wow, okay, gree-greedy little thing aren’t ’cha?” Shedletsky attempts to tease back—to reclaim just the smidge of dominance he let slip between his feathery fingers—but you have other plans. Ones that involve crashing your lips back into his, and what reason does he have to decline such a sweet deal?
He thrusts into you, steady and fixed and unbreakable, whilst you tug and twist your fingers around his curly locks. Another hand gripping at this back—now decorated with red markings he’ll look back on with amorousness and love, as if you’d been holding on for dear life.
The bed creaks under your weight; desperate hips rocking against each other in dire need of something more than just your shared release, and your sheets stick to you like glue on paper. They radiate a warmth you haven’t felt in gods know how long—it encages you, drowns you in it—but rather it be the mixture of your essence than the pool of blood you’ll later find yourself engulfed in.
“Haha, I think I’m 'boutta cum, y-you’ll cum with me too, right pretty? Yes, yesyesyesyesyesyes please do. Need to see the cute face you’ll make, all blissed out ‘rom me.” Shedletsky begs—the only time you’ve ever heard him plead was for no one to touch his sword—as his thrusts get sloppier, your hips growing worn from the constant movement, and your mind hellbent on getting both your and Shedletsky’s climax out at the same time.
You’ve learned not to take moments like these for granted anymore. So when Shedletsky goes in to kiss you once again, you meet him halfway with parted lips and muffled chants of his name as he finishes inside you. Your release breaks through only seconds later, and Shedletsky swears he could’ve finished again.
The room stills, gentle huffs and puffs retracting in and out from you and Shedletsky.
"Hhhoolllyyyy crap," Shedletsky panted, mind absolutely drawing a blank and paying no attention to the fact he's still tucked deep inside your now puffy, overstimulated cunt. "I don't think, hehe, I've had sex like that in a minute!"
You giggle a bit as he finally crashes down next to you, legs shaking, body finally burning out. His chest still warm as he pulls you closer to him.
"Mhm, yeah, never letting you go now. Spec' will have to claw me away from you with its bare fucking hands."
"Do not mention the Spectre after we just had sex." You joke back, slightly oblivious to his very serious intentions.
"Mmmm, don't you like the saying 'made love' better?" He teases at you, nose brushing against yours. "C'monnn, can't act like we didn't.”
You smile, a cheesy one, too, at that. "I'm gonna go make that bath for you now, Shed." You slip out of him easily, leaving him clinging to the warmth you've left behind, embedded in the sheets.
"Only if you join me, sweets!" He shouts after you, knowing fully well you will.
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a/n: wow !! another Shedletsky x reader fic !! who would’ve thought !1!?22!2!2!1!11
this is an inCREDIBLY self-indulgent one-shot through and through. this fuckass chicken lover has infiltrated my thoughts and REFUSES to pay the rent . so now he’s paying some other way—WHOA THE WIND IS CRAZY NOWADAYS HAHA.
this is so cringe and ooc who the fuck wrote this shit
Telamon nsfw headcanons if you haven't done so already? Have a great day and I love your writing so much!
>It would be glad to fulfill this request.
>Thank you for the kind words.
</> Telamon NSFW Headcanons </>
>First and foremost, he has two dicks. Good luck.
>He loves anything to do with his mouth on his partner.
>Bites, kisses, licks, sucking, whatever it may be he will enjoy.
>Despite his ability to change his size he rather his partners feel all of him.
>He won't force his partner into taking both of his dicks. He happy simply getting his partner off.
>He would make sure to leave his marks across his partners body.
>He prefers to top most times, but if his partner can 'prove' to top him he'd happily bottom.
>He is rather vocal during sex, mostly words of affirmation to his partner about how well they're doing.
>If his partner was willing he'd draw blood with his teeth during sex.
>When he says he wishes to taste all of his partner, he means it.
>He understands he is much stronger than most people, so he tends to be rather gentle until his partner asks for more or they prove they can handle it.
>Loves it when his partner grabs his hair, scratches him and in general is just as physical as he is.
>The aftercare he provides is lovely. A warm bath with Epson salts, taking care of any hickies or bites that were a little extreme, and cuddling with the softest blankest.
Guardian Angel! Shedletsky, who purposefully gets you into dangerous situations so he can save you, like making you suddenly run into dangerous people during the night just to swoop you up into his arms, showing himself to you for the first time. You being completely shocked, seeing this angel in front of you, want to repay them as much as you can. So he keeps doing it, throwing you into danger, saving you from it and rewarding himself by burying his cock into you and stuffing you full, while you thank him profoundly for being your saviour, not knowing it's all his fault anyways...
two time full of eggs, broody, and keeps getting shoved into rounds when theyre trying to nest and its been an overall bad time for both killers and survivors, survivors dealing with them taking all the pillows and blankets and making their nest almost painfully out of the way, someone having to walk 10 minutes in the woods behind the main cabin js to find them. for killers, two times gotten somehow stealthier, moving quicker and more accurate with their stabs the moment the killer hits anyone regardless of if they planned to leave two time along, the fact that theres danger nearby gets them on high alert so for their own sanity most killers js dont do anything. standing still or wandering aimlessly, pleasantly surprised with how calm two time is. often taking scraps of clothes from azure or 1x to add to their nest and spend the round curled up with either one. theyve gotten chubbier since getting egged, their robe covering it up but they take it off with azure letting him, rub their belly.
