Would you be interested in writing some self aware Telemon?
Like one day he “wakes up” and is hit with the horror of “I’m not real so why tf am I alive?”
In the midst of this harrowing revelation he ends up latching onto a player; maybe they accidentally comforted him.
To everyone else it looks like the account is active again or got hacked and is now weirdly attached to some rando.
Thread: The One and Only Original Experience
(Self Aware!Telamon x GN!Reader)
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Xx_egg_lord25_xX
I think i started tweaking a little when aero told me about this ask. i have a slight suspicion on who requested this but, oh well. if my suspicions are right, then this might be one of my favorite writers.
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Re: same as last time, heres all you need to know about the story:
warnings: telamon, very subtle obsessive behavior due to your last sentence in your request
format: oneshot, headcanons
type: fluff, romantic, slight angst because of existential dread
important notes:
Telamon uses he/them. he also speaks in the third person.
Reader will be spoken in the second person and third person (they/them). Reader’s user is [USERNAME]. I know, pretty original if i do say so myself. (its a stand in for your actual user but its funnier this way.)
summary: telamon is suffering the highs and lows of life in the few hours they’re sentient. Then plays games with you
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this might be a little longer then expected. formatting is a little weird but we ball
theres a part two at the end
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“The One and Only Original Experience”
It all happened.
It was like a 4 year old gaining awareness for the first time.
Telamon was confused. Where was he? What’s happening?
Despite not having any prior memories about actual experiences, he instinctively knew what he was.
A admin. Someone whose purpose is to protect and control all Robloxians in this digital world.
Yeah. of course! They’re one of the most important and powerful beings on this website.
… that’s what he initially thought.
After staring into the void of endless copy & paste and slop games, he finally brought himself to join SWORD FIGHT ON THE HEIGHTS IV. No not the remakes. The one he (technically) made.
It was slightly disappointing to see the difference between the fan made remake’s and the original’s player counts be different, the fan one having a more active and consistent audience.
He spawned on the highest point of the map, surrounded by pillars. Looks like he joined into a quiet server, there was only one other person. He didn’t bother to really check as he was inspecting the admin controls at his array. They summoned an illumina, tilting the bright highlighted weapon as if he’s been wielding the sword since millennia.
Oh yeah, this was much more of his style.
Looking over the edge of where he was perched, he spotted one singular player at the center map where the fire ring resigned. They seem to be walking around in a small circle, as if they were a dog chasing its tail. probably waiting for someone to join and engage in battle.
They certainly had a very interesting avatar, that’s for sure. New items that he’s never seen before. But oh well, he didn’t care. Besides, either way, this was-
His most newest victim. Heh.
All of the sudden, he activates the Illumina. Dashing to the unsuspecting player. Said player physically jumps as they finally realize that they were, in fact, not alone in this dead game. But that couldn’t save them this time.
Telamon shift locks, spinning his own avatar to create a larger hit box and add more burst damage. he watches as the unnamed player’s avatar explodes off each of their limbs before suddenly disappearing as if nobody was just PWNED here.
[USERNAME]: THE HELL???
Said the player who he had just utterly destroyed. He felt… great! His competitive nature started to flare up in excitement. He expected the other to start spewing insults and claims of being a “bot”, and honestly, it would’ve made his ego(hey) go over the roof-
[USERNAME]: wait a sec
Oh? Did they finally recognize the true one and only Telamon and all of his righteousness?
[USERNAME]: is this the real Telamon
Telamon ✓: Of course Telamon is himself.
[USERNAME]: no way in hell
Heh, seems like someone is finally understands what true glory they’re witnessing
[USERNAME]: this gotta be some hacker
[USERNAME]: yo acc hasnt been active for years
What.
Huh.
Telamon stood there. No motion coming from their avatar except for the built in idle stance as he absorbed the new found knowledge. He didn’t even move a stud as [USERNAME] walks towards them. It’s not like the stranger was an opponent close to his level, he could easily wiped the avatar off of its feet. But [USERNAME] had unequipped their sword, so he suppose that he’d spare them from his untouchable skills.
Besides, he was too busy thinking.
It’s not true…
It literally can’t be true! It felt like it was practically yesterday he was answering confused and (no offense) idiotic Robloxians on forums. Maybe this was just a whole big misunderstan-
[USERNAME]: you good?
Of course he was good, he felt better than good! They felt godly! He was SUPPOSED to feel godly.
… he didn’t feel great at all.
Telamon ✓: Telamon is himself.
…
Telamon ✓: No hacker involved.
Another awkward silence was held in the chat. He suddenly stepped a little closer to the avatar in front of them
[USERNAME]: okay okay
[USERNAME]: i believe you
Telamon ✓: Good.
Telamon ✓: What is it like now?
[USERNAME]: what
Telamon ✓: Robloxia.
[USERNAME]: oh uhm
[USERNAME]: a lot has changed since you were last online
[USERNAME]: its really hard to explain without showing
He said nothing.
[USERNAME]: sorry
Silence again.
Truly the most intriguing conversation in all of Roblox.
Then suddenly, from [USERNAME]’s point of view, they got a connection request from Telamon.
what what what what what what
[USERNAME]: was that by mistake
Telamon ✓: Show him.
Telamon ✓: Show him what this platform is like now.
Those messages popped up a little too quickly in the chat. But whatever, [USERNAME] accepted his connection request.
Oh wow. They’re seriously just became an affiliate with THE telamon. it’s totally like they weren’t freaking behind the screen. Or more specifically, you were freaking behind the screen.
welp, looks like you have to show what this place has become to Telamon now.
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Whenever you join a game, he’ll be there.
yes this is a threat
It doesn’t matter what type of game it is, he’ll still join you.
Especially joke games (Like cart ride into 17 pregnant hyenas). They love also admin abusing in these games as people freak out on the fact that he is, again, Telamon.
if its one of those scenery experiences, he’ll follow along as always. Maybe just chat to you as you both sit on the swinging bench.
Sometimes the conversation you both hold can be life changing, for you but mostly for telamon. Sometimes it’s just meaningless small talk with “how was your day” or “what’s on your mind. Sometimes they’re just him bragging about “his prime.”
Though, stay there to long when he says “he’s bored and needs entertainment”, he’ll somehow teleport you to either SFOTH or any fighting game that had peak Interesting.
He is a quick learner so don’t worry too much about teaching the basics to them about any games.
Along side with that fact, he is also observant of other players and how they act.
He did express his distaste for how often he sees sexualization of… almost everything one time, while you were both sitting on rocks by the golden sea.
but, its rare for them to open up about such topics. They’d rather live in bliss and consistent dopamine, but. They’re not stupid. Far from that. So, he’s willing to be uncomfortable if it ment having another day hanging around you.
Well, he did become connections with you to see what this platform has become and try to “fit in”. Like a gramps trying to learn new slang. So the fact that when he friended you, it said “connection”, he felt confused. That’s the best way to explain it.
He doesn’t show this thoughtful side of him to the public of course. He only did with you, since no one could literally understand his situation. You were simply only to accept him for who he truly was. Even if takes a long time for you to settle into your own absurd situation. Not the real man himself, but the manifestation of the account itself. Personality built on words that their account had said.
But enough of this sob story, back to how he treats you.
he back shots you whenever he can.
Yeah, you heard that right. He kept seeing players who were friends and players who obviously liked another’s avatar doing such acts and thought, happens enough, must be normal.
He doesn’t care if you turn to face him suddenly, he just move and continue. Unless your back is blocked by a wall, then he’ll front shot you. If you state that you’re uncomfortable with it, he’ll stop. He has standards.
If he can’t back shot you, he’ll just stand on your head.
They basically only interact with you.
It’s not a surprise that he is swarmed by curious, confused, and excited players. Of course, a once dormant yet well known account now active. Extremely active.
It boosts his ego by thousands but it does annoy him if the chat is spammed and he cant see your messages.
He says their greetings once in a while to the crowd before going back affectionately bullying you.
People have audibly stated out loud as a joke that Telamon (sometime people call Shedletsky) is obsessed. Telamon won’t agree but won’t deny as well.
They also have a very vague idea on who Shedletsky is. Sure they can grasp that it’s technically them but, he doesn’t really associate himself with the account. Especially not the real guy.
He wants you to only pay attention to him.
If someone was bullying/toxic to you, he’ll happily target them in every way he can. Sure he can get kicked from the game he didn’t give two shits as long as he isn’t banned.
It feels like sleeping while he’s banned. But there’s also a slight guilt when he “wakes up” for the fact that he was not able to contact you for however long his ban was.
If he ever gets a ban for more than 1 month, he’d die a little inside. If it was for more then a year…
He also doesn’t like it if you start to focus on a new stranger for a little too long in a game. He just might to accidentally kick them from the experience. Saying that “oh, they must’ve simply disconnected. What a shame.”
If you’re playing with your friends and you seem happy enough, he’ll reluctantly be less annoying and all up in your face. They’ll still follow you around like a lost puppy though.
Catch him in a game without you, probably pwning everyone in sight. He sounds normal but his dialogue has a little undertone of annoyance. It’s hard to tell with how unbothered he sounds at all times.
Sometimes calls you loving nicknames as a way to catch your attention. like the stereotypical “dear”, or “sweetheart”
He really likes showing off.
Whenever you spectate him in a skill based game, he’ll do everything to try to impress you.
And if you have a cosplay of telamon. I personally think they’ll just start spewing out compliments.
Telamon ✓: Telamon finds your eagerness of your appreciation towards him, heart warming.
Telamon ✓: Of course, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
He enjoys head canon designs, seeing that he is perceived as a god in the modern times.
But gets real jealous if you talk about a telamon cosplayer’s avatar a little too long for his liking. Why fawn over wannabes when you can have the real thing beside you
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Re: jesus christ man
i talk way too long. but i did have fun writing bro. its totally not like im biased or anything
Hayyyy :3 u shld like. Totally do a reader whos in charge of managing sound IDs and is basically a dj admin interacting with the other admins. Like just maybe. :3
✦Apologies for the delay with this one's completion, very interesting concept.
✦ADMINS WITH A DJ ADMIN READER HEADCANONS✦
If you ask him why he'll simply shrug it off with a "Telamon does not know whatever you might be referring to, perhaps you should take a rest if your head does not feel right."
✦Telamon✦
If you were around back when Telamon was active you would know that you are one of his favorite Admins.
In truth he is just appreciative of how passionate you are with your job, he can understand, in his messed up way, the joy of partaking on your favorite activity.
He will be there, watching as you do your job, you will not notice unless he wishes you to.
Either way, you are one of his favorite Admins as well. When you question him he simply says he "likes your vibes", take that as you will.
✦Shedletsky✦
You either weren't around for Telamon or you simply don't know they are one in the same.
He will be dropping by pretty often just to keep you company, talking your ear off about whatever he's been up to for the day or asking you about your day.
Will absolutely pester you to ask you to throw parties, maybe even ask you to be the DJ at his annual chicken eating competition, it's already quite the lively event but he insists that you would make it even better with your music and contagious positive energy, and, to be honest, who are you to refuse?
✦Clockwork✦
"Please please please please please please pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-" Is what you constantly hear from him as he begs you to compose him a cool theme song, something heroic that will inspire hope in the people of Robloxia while simultaneously striking fear in the hearts of his foes.
He works quite well with you, bouncing off your abilities without issue, you may even say your music helps him get in the zone when fighting, moreover, Clockwork, famously known to hate paperwork, will genuinely not complain and even enjoy it as long as he's got you playing music.
Being a robot comes with a bunch of cool features and abilities, sure there's cons to it, but Clockwork doesn't mind much, specially not when you allow him to directly download the audio files of your songs into his own systems, now able to enjoy your music anywhere, anytime, you even sorted them all into multiple playlists to suit the moods. You can't wait until he makes it to the one with a song named "Ticking Heart, Timeless Bravery", smiling already knowing he will rush to you and trap you in an almost crushing hug, thanking you for finally making him a themesong.
Absolutely supports you in every way possible. You got merch? He's buying it all, two of each at least! You perform concerts? Attending to each and every single one of them!
✦MrDoomBringer✦
Another one that joins Clockwork in begging for a themesong, he half expects you to make something monstruous or scary for him when you do finally agree, however he is pleasantly surprised when you capture just how much of a gentle giant he trully is.
You've accidentally started a somewhat friendly rivalry between him and Clockwork to see who's your biggest fan yet.
You actually take time off your day to read his poems, putting great effort into understanding their full meaning, then you compose songs for each and every single one of them, which he listens to and always gives feedback on, though he's always seemed to love your songs.
✦Dusekkar✦
Dusekkar is probably the calmest of them all, he appreciates how well you do your job and your passion for it.
He begins seeking you out more and more when it becomes obvious that you understand him and will adapt to his way of being, often bringing books to read as you calmly compose your newest song, this time with him as your inspiration.
He does secretly own a fair deal of your merch and has listened to and purchased several of your songs, ones which now sit neatly inside properly organized playlists.
✦Builderman✦
As the big boss, he understands each Admin has their unique way of being, so, as long as you do your job, he won't really impose which way you have to do it in.
For his birthday you made him a bunch of ASMR songs and put them in a playlist, telling him that he always seemed really stressed and that these would help, he thanked you and gave them a try, never admitting out loud that now he doesn't sleep unless he has that playlist on.
He will be the one to try and learn how to compose in order to create pieces for you, be it to thank you, to show his appreciation for you or simply to gift to you for your own birthday.
✦Roblox✦
Roblox is another overworked one, though he deals with it much better than Builderman does, on account of being a robot that is. Though that matters not in your eyes as you make him an ASMR playlist as well, filled with songs of your own making. Unlike Builderman, Roblox actually admits to how much your gift helps him.
He has been working on one song in specific for a while now, one he feels needs to be perfect, one to properly convey his feelings for you. It's proven to be tricky, in part because he never beieves it to be perfect enough and in part because everytime he convinces himself enough that it's perfect, finished and ready to be shown to you, he chickens out, suddently contracting an awful case of cold feet as he pretends he called your attention for something else, his core cycling faster within his chest. You have mercy on him and don't mention how you can hear his fans pick up and feel his body radiate heat.
✦I hope this was to your enjoyment, I might have gotten slightly carried away and, due to the lack of specification on who you wanted, wrote quite a few I felt best.
"Tonight we're goin' hard; Just like the world is ours." | NSFW Alphabet
Brighteyes (Roblox) x Reader | NSFW Alphabet Headcanons
Content Warning(s) : NSFT, AFAB Reader, Might Be OOC
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Brighteyes is a little lazy after sex, whining when she has to get up to clean. She clings to your body, curling around you and basking in the after glow. Of course, she isn’t the type to leave you hanging, dragging you back down when you try to get up and telling you to stay put while she takes care of you.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
She’s partial to her hands. Her fingers are dexterous from constantly designing clothes. She uses them a lot in training too, small calluses forming from using her sword. She doesn’t mind them much, if anything, she sees them as proof of her hard work. Her favorite thing is watching you squirm under her touch, her nails grazing across your skin sending shivers down your spine.
Brighteyes loves your eyes — and it’s not just because of her name . . for the most part. She loves the way they dart around the room, shining with curiosity. She loves watching your pupils shake as she approaches you. They’re a dead giveaway to your emotions, practically broadcasting your thoughts.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
She’s a creamer. It takes a while for her orgasm to come, but when it does it’s a lot stronger than most. Her tail straightens and her moan comes out as more of a meow. She loves using fake cum on you, pumping you full of artificial seed. She doesn’t even mind the mess — if anything she loves it. Whenever she’s in heat, she insists that you use it on her.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Brighteyes reallyyy wants to have a threesome. It doesn’t matter with who either. Although she does prefer to do it with Shedletsky, she’d push for a threesome with any admin. After all, she just wants to show off her lovely girlfriend, is that so wrong?
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
She’s fucked around a lot when she was younger, and she wasn’t exclusive to one gender. She knows what she’s doing, remembering every little trigger like second nature. If anything, she’s the one guiding you half of the time.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Brighteyes loves any position where she can make you feel good. Despite that, her favorite position is sixty-nine. She likes the fact that you both can feel good. She prefers to be on top, grinding her pussy down onto your face while she laps at your cunt. She doesn’t mind switching either.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
She isn’t the type to take sex too seriously, the act a bit too casual to her. She’s always teasing you, poking fun at you and trying to get you to loosen up. Sex isn’t fun if you can’t relax!
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
She has a small patch of hair, usually shaved into a cute shape. She tries to maintain it even if it’s a pain. It’s the same vibrant color as her hair.
The carpet is curlier than the drapes.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Brighteyes is a natural flirt, and that carries on in the bedroom. She never fails to make you feel loved and appreciated. She’s always keeping track of how you feel, all of her attention on you, making sure that she doesn’t cross a line or make you uncomfortable.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Brighteyes doesn’t jerk off too often, preferring to come to you instead. It’s always a bit frustrating, her fingers never satisfying her the way yours could. Still, she finds herself resorting to it when both of you are too busy or whenever she’s in heat.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Public Sex - She’s the type to like to show you off, wanting everyone to get a look at how adorable you are! Is it so wrong to dress you up and flaunt you around? If anything, the other admins should be honored to be able to lay their sights on an angel like you. It’s even better if you’re the type to be embarrassed, because she gets to coo at you and tease you for being so shy.
Mirror Sex - Brighteyes wants everyone to see how cute you are, including you. She’ll set you in front of the mirror, staring at you through the reflection and making sure you’re staring too. She’ll whisper sweet nothings as she traces the curves of your body, praising every little part.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Brighteyes doesn’t really care where you too do it — whether in private or in public, she’s always up for it. Though she’d be lying if she wasn’t partial to being able to show you off and letting others hear how good she makes you feel.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
She loves seeing you all dressed up! Seeing your glossy lips and makeup . . makes her want to ruin it. Of course, she’ll give you some time to redo it, but it’s a good idea to save a little extra time whenever you get ready for whatever shenanigans she has planned.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
She’s very open-minded. She’s up to trying almost everything at least once! If you’re okay with it, of course.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Brighteyes is a munchhh!! She loves eating you out, she would do it for hours if she could. You taste so good, and the little noises you make and the feeling of your thighs clenching around her head only encourage her. Not that she needs it, plenty motivated by the fact that she’s making you feel good. She’s selfless enough to tell you to not worry about her pleasure and to just focus on feeling good, but she also won’t deny you if you ask to return the favor. She prefers to sit on your face, hands entangled in your hair as she rolls her hips into your mouth, chasing her orgasm.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Brighteyes tends to switch between the two. She likes going slow and sensual and taking his time, and she likes going quick and trying to see how fast she can make you orgasm.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
She likes them! Being an admin doesn’t leave you with much freetime, meaning she’s long accustomed to getting what she needs done and doing it fast.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Brighteyes is all for experimenting! She’ll do anything at least once, practically begging you to let her try out something new she saw online.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
It kinda depends on the time of the month. Usually, she’s satisfied with 2-3 rounds, knowing that the two of you need to converse your energy. During her heats though? She’s insatiable. The both of you usually have to call off of work, spending the whole week inside just going at it like animals.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
She loves using toys on you! Especially little vibrators that she can sneak in during work. Watching you struggle to keep your cool is so satisfying, especially since she knows she’s the reason behind it. Of course, it’s more fun if you get to do the same, toying with her just like she does you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Brighteyes is a massive tease, practically living for getting you all riled up and flustered. She won’t hold back no matter where you are, especially if you’re the type to try to ignore her. It’s even better if you’re the type to challenge her, teasing her back and seeing who’s going to break first.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
She’s loud and she knows it. If anything, she uses it against you. She loves moaning into your ear, her smooth voice sending shivers down your spine. Her moans roll into a meow, practically seducing you with her sound.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
She likes to create little lingerie sets for you to wear. Making you model them is her favorite thing ever, trying out each different style and rocking it ever single time. You’re just so, so beautiful — it’s only right if you have the right clothing to match.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
She’s gained a bit of weight with her age, leaving her slightly plumper than her high school days. Even then she's managed to keep herself toned with constant training. She’s an outtie, her clit poking through her labia and practically weeping for attention.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Brighteyes is known for her libido. It’s toned down with stress and work, but it comes back full force during her heats. You practically have to drag her off of you then, begging for a small break from all the sex. Of course, she’ll be sure to apologize afterwards. Until then, just be good and let her have her fun, okay?
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Brighteyes doesn’t sleep much, a side effect of being an admin. Despite that, she finds herself unusually calm around you, her senses dulled and her mind telling her that you are safe. She can’t help but relax, ears flattening against her head as she cuddles into your body, your scent sweet on her nose. She’ll usually lay herself on top of you, sprawling out and resting her weight on you. The soft hum of her purr lulls you into a daze too, your body feeling the afterglow as the two of you bask in each other’s presence. You’ll fall asleep first and she’ll follow soon after, counting her blessings and thanking the universe for being so kind and blessing her with you.
A/N : made this for the crisp 2 brighteyes fans out there . . #song is we r who we r !! i plan on getting to the rest of the skins too btw
Brighteye’s messing with you during a presentation…💭
Cw: dom!brighteyes, sub! fem reader, vibrator, semi-public sex, squirting (reader orgasm), overstimulation, vaginal sex, praising / degrading, reader is brighteye’s intern, sex toys (vibrators, straps and stuff), brighteyes is super freakyyyyy, ooc brighteyes, obviously. 1.1k
note : i never proof read, also i hate this LMAO. betrayed 1x1x1x1 soon bruhhhhh.... also dis for @bun-che and the 5 other brighteye fans
Ever since being in college, things have been boring. You feel like you’re already behind on getting your degree then your classmates and then on top of that, you need to find an internship to build experience. But, did Telamon have your back because you’d luckily scored interning with Brighteyes.
Brighteye’s worked as Director of Advertising and maintaining the public. The job sounded a little scary but it could be fun for the most part.
Through your days of working with her, you enjoyed it–working on different newspapers to run ads on, different small films and other projects were a blast but one thing about being Brighteye’s intern was that you and she had a special bond. One of the many lists of things was this small remote control vibrator, the first it was introduced. It was foreign to you and you weren’t against the idea as you and Brighteyes had gotten close over the last couple months so you had no issue.
So, here you were–presenting a pitch to the audience at Roblox HQ about receiving more funding, for bigger, better projects.
You wanted to host a big event for the people but you needed the funding for it. As you pitched your idea, the presentation went smoothly, too smooth. You’d know she was different up to something–and then you felt that small buzz as you gripped the lectern, the wood cracking under the pressure of your nails. The feeling of the small bullet inside of you pressing so snug against your walls making you tumble over your words while everyone began to look more at you as your smooth talking turned into incoherent rambling.
Your body was probably trembling past this point as you tried to bite back moans, concluding your presentation with the fact that “you felt sick” is the best excuse you could come up with. Brighteye’s held this smug look as your head snapped back at her.
In Brighteye’s office, the office chair creaked as your legs were ajar for Brighteye’s to slot herself in between them. Her fingers toying with the tail of the toy as she held it between her fingers, lazily thrusting it in and out. “Brighttt, pleasee–I can’t–” she quickly chimed in, “you can, cmonnn…” Your legs were starting to ache with the position of them and your lower gut was tight from the amount of clenching you’d been doing from just how sensitive you were.
Your blissful moans were like music to Brighteye’s ears as she pulled out the toy just as you felt that intense wave about to crash over you, your body tensing as you looked up at her–your eyes snapping out. “Brighttt–that’s not fair…” Brighteye’s came up as she placed a kiss on your cheek before pushing the bullet against your clit as your head snapped back, the chair scooting back from the movement. Your cunt convulsing and clenching, “You can handle it, you’re supposed to be a good girl…” she toyed with you as your body trembled from the overstimulation that clouded your vision.
Everything felt like a blur from that point on, from toying with you to the point where Brighteye’s strap was filling you up to the brim as it nudged at your cervix ever so slightly. Your mouth opened as your walls wrapped around her, clawing at the office desk while she kept her hands mounted on your ass. She loved how soft your ass felt, the shape of it and how she could just massage the flesh so easily.
Brighteye’s did an experimental thrust as you whined out from the pressure that was already building in your gut “You always take me so well.” Her hand lets go of your ass before moving to hold the fats of your hips as you were faced first with her office door that anyone could walk into at any moment with a question.
The thoughts being interrupted from the feeling of her pelvic hitting your ass from her snapping her hips forward as you let out a lewd moan, trying to bite back moaning too loud to keep this a secret from everyone else who worked in this department. Instead of continuing to pound into you, she moved from a thrusting motion to more so rocking into you as she let a hand come down as she spanked your ass, heat blooming along the skin as you yelped out.
“You’re so obedience, taking what I give you–such a good slut” Brighteye’s chuckled, the feeling of her thrusting her hips was amazing as you filled up with just her, your mind hazy as you could only babble out her name as you cried out for her to fuck you harder, ravage you, take you until you couldn’t take her anymore.
“Aww, you love it so much–letting me use you like this whenever I need you, maybe I should try and make you my full time assistant” she paused as she snapped her hips, strap brushing as your cervix as you gasped in pain.
“--You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you nodded over and over but from this angle, you’re sure she probably wouldn’t understand. “Yes…yes! I w-wanna be your assistant..” Brighteye’s hand coming down as she slapped your ass again, watching the reaction of your body to her.
“Good.” You didn’t know how much you could take from this, that pressure in your gut was strong as your body was on the brink of just crumbling from pleasure.
You tried to talk but your words got lost in the pressure of Brighteye’s using your pussy, “b–bright, b–brightt, i-I’m gonna unghh….cumm” you slurred out as she only began to pound into you quicker, the sound of the desk rocking as she slammed into you over and over, marking you over and over while her strap kissed your cervix–repeatedly.
“Gonna cum? Be my good intern, and make a mess all over my strap??” her hand catching your hair as she pulled your head back as you could barely answer her back, but she knew–the way your body tensed and your pussy clamping down on the strap told her all she needed to know as she slowly drew her hips back, watching the liquid gush out your pussy and soak her pelvis and strap. Brighteye’s rocking her hips as you tapped the desk to let her know you were completely spent, taking it as a sign to fully pull out, watching your pussy clench and tremble.
Brighteye’s was quick to help you spin around so your back was against the desk as you applied another kiss to your face, from your cheek, your forehead, to your lips. “Let’s get you cleaned up…we have a meeting at 5.”
YOU THINK I FORGOT ABOUT YEARNMAS? NOPE! IM JUST LAZY!!!!!!! anyways day 8 cookie baking time with telamon because im still on my telamon spree i love you telamon
"why do mortals cook during this time of year?" it felt odd hearing a literal god ask you that. especially when said god was wearing a pink 'kiss the cook' apron around his usual robes.
"wha- huh?" you were, albeit, confused. not to a large amount, but you didn't exactly expect this kind of question. but it still confused you to where you stopped pressing the cookie-cutters into the dough just to think about it.
"i mean- why do it? it seems hard and not everyone will eat it all." telamon added on, popping a raw piece of cookie dough into his mouth mid-sentence, letting out a pleasant hum at the taste.
"it.. doesn't exactly matter on if everyone eats it all." you started, letting out a small hum as you began to work on the raw cookie dough again.
"people like spending time with eachother. you get to see people you may not have seen in a while. it's special." you trailed off. it felt a bit pointless trying to explain something that could have so many different meanings.
telamon, however, remained uncharacteristically silent as he listened to you.
the feathers on his wings seemed to fluff up as his eye focused on your hands, watching them work on the batch of cookies.
"so, if it's just the two of us, would that still be considered special?" he tilted his head, taking just the tiniest step closer to you.
"i mean- yeah, it'd still be considered special. we're together, right?" you replied, looking over to telamon with a small grin.
"right." telamon nodded again, pupils seeming to widen as he spoke.
with a hum and a nod, you picked up the cookie tray. they all seemed ready to be baked- everything was shaped well.
Genre: fluff, oneshots, hurt/comfort if ya squint a little?
Warnings: brief depiction of blood/minor injuries, cw for slight emetophobia
Tags: no use of Y/N, use of pet names, platonic/romantic ambiguous, no dialogue from reader, reader is gender neutral
Synopsis: some assorted oneshots for my favorite Roblox admins!! :3
Doombringer — “Cold Outside”
(575 words)
It was a wonderful day in Robloxia. The skybox was clear and the breeze seemed especially pleasant— although it was a bit colder than you would have liked. You had been sitting on the back steps that led out to the garden behind the Hall of the Admins— a large granite building that seemed older than time itself and nearly touched the clouds, yet pristine and untouchable.
You had been working away on whatever it was you did in your spare time— writing, drawing, crocheting, coding— and you had been at it for quite some time now. Your wrists and fingers had begun to cramp up and protest with every movement. Maybe you should invest in some nice gloves or braces…
Though, you had felt something before your thoughts could get away from you.
A rough, callused hand nudged at the back of your shoulder and a familiar voice broke you from your reverie.
“Hey.” It was Doombringer. “You doin’ alright? Your hands’re shaking.”
You turned slightly to look at him over your shoulder— needing to crane your neck a little to do so even somewhat properly. His imposing figure cast a shadow over you, the sunlight behind his horns almost making him look angelic.
You gave a little smile and nodded at Doom, but he didn’t seem quite convinced.
“Y’ sure?” He rumbled after a moment, leaning down towards you. “‘S a bit nippy out here. I could grab you a blanket o-or a jacket if you want me to…”
You insisted you were alright, and— all the same— Doom took one of your hands, frowning that snaggle-toothed frown that you could recognize from a mile away. “Starlight, your hands are freezing…”
Just as you opened your mouth up to speak again, Doom was already scooping you up under his arm like a sack of rice— an action that took him literally no effort whatsoever. “Nope, nah-ah. You’re gonna catch a cold if I leave you out here any longer.”
Your legs dangled uselessly behind you, arms clutching what you were working on against your chest so you wouldn’t drop it. Doombringer sure has an odd way of expressing fondness, you thought to yourself, blinking up at the bucket-helmet-clad man holding you against his side as he walked back inside the Hall and entered the (surprisingly, empty) common room.
“Dunno why you even decided to sit out there when it’s that breezy out,” he scolded you gently, his voice a low rumble as he brushed his knuckles against your flushed, cold cheek. He sat you on one of the couches with little ceremony and settled beside you with a little groan, slinging his free arm around the back of the couch and letting one hand rest on your shoulder. “Honestly, I’d think you knew better than to sit out in the cold with no jacket like some… careless idiot.”
He turned his head to look at you, and he didn’t miss the little smile playing at your lips or the fond look in your eyes as you listened to him talk. “Unless… you were just bein’ stubborn to get me to take care of ya, shorty?”
The grin that broke out upon your face told him all he needed to know. “Tch, little hellion.” He used his free hand— the one practically slung around your shoulders— to poke you in the cheek as if reprimanding you.
(There wasn’t actually any malice in the action.)
Tarabyte — “Masterpiece”
(502 words)
How did you even get into this situation?
You thought to yourself as you laid sprawled upon Tarabyte’s lap, her elbows weighed upon your middle as she worked on something in her sticker-clad sketchpad. The two of you were sitting in the common room.
“Don’t move, I’m almost done,” Tara almost hissed— though the sharpness in her voice was more concentration than annoyance— as you shifted to sit up. Her brows were pinched and she bit her lower lip as she drew… whatever it was she was drawing, her colorful eyes flicking up to look at you occasionally— her rainbow equalizer shades propped up at the top of her hairline.
When you asked her what she was drawing, anyways, she only grinned at you— little particles of glitter that clung to her face like freckles glimmering under the light. “You’ll see, treasure. Just gimme a little longer, ‘kay?” She answered, a little lilt of anticipation and excitement in her voice.
You nodded in response, unable to help the little smile that tugged at the corners of your lips.
After some time, Tara looked at you again. “Hey, can you just—” she hooked one finger under your jaw, tilting your head to the side. The gesture was so gentle that it nearly made you freeze, and as Tara tilted your head to the side, she tracked the curve of your jawline with her fingers— frowning thoughtfully as if trying to figure something out.
“M’kay, I think I got it. Thank you,” she murmured before returning to her sketchpad.
You watched her draw for some time longer, the only sound filling the quiet room being the scratch of Tara’s pencil against paper, the occasional hum she let out, or the sound of your own breathing. Though— it was a silence you strangely didn’t feel obligated to fill, it was just nice to watch the usually scatterbrained and busy-bee admin so concentrated. It was nearly fascinating.
Finally, after what felt like ages, Tara took a deep breath and smiled pridefully at her work. She shifted a little bit, one hand coming under the small of your back to help you into a sitting position, tilting her sketchpad to show you what she had drawn.
There upon the page were a few sketches of… you. Your face from different angles, different expressions, and even a full-body sketch of an outfit Tara saw you wear once.
A hitched breath left you as you reached up and touched your face— almost shocked that your features could be captured so accurately.
Tara noticed your reaction and grinned slightly, tilting her head to catch the look on your face in more clarity. “You like ‘em?” Her voice was nearly tight with giddiness.
She barely had time to react as you nodded quickly and threw your arms around her, whispering a tiny ‘thank you’ as you buried her face into her rainbow scarf.
“Yeah,” she chuckled, the hand on the small of your back tugging you even closer. “No problem, sunshine.”
Shedletsky — “Sparring Mishap”
Cw: brief mention of throwing up, injury
(528 words)
The wind whistled and whirled around you and Shedletsky as you stood upon the central pillar in SFOTH. You had been begging him for weeks to spar with you, just once! You wanted to show him that your swordsmanship had improved, wanted to bring your skills to the next level—
And who was Shedletsky to deny his favorite mortal?
So, here he was now. Much to his surprise, you had been holding your own surprisingly well— a cocky grin and a wild, competitive glint in your eyes that he recognized— it was one he saw in the reflection of his own blade when he was younger, untamed and reckless.
He would go easy on you, that’s what he said. He couldn’t bear to see you hurt.
Though, as the blades of your Linked Swords locked together in a two-way struggle to disarm the other— the look in your eyes distracted Shedletsky, and his strength seemed to get away from him. Before he could register that he had stopped holding back, even if it was just for a moment, your sword went flying across the pillar and skittered on the ground a few feet away from you, his own blade lurched forward…
And caught you square in the cheek.
Oh, skies above, no.
As you staggered back with a yelp and clutched your cheek, Shedletsky stood— stunned— before dropping his sword, dashing forward, and grabbing your wrists with frantic, shaking hands. “Oh, skies— birdy, I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t mean for that to happen, I-!!”
And then? You laughed.
Still bleeding, still injured, you laughed.
Shedletsky thought he was going to throw up. He inhaled a trembling breath, exhaling an uncertain laugh of his own as he sat you down with him. “You alright?” He asked, attempting to keep his tone somewhat light despite the fact he just had a mini-aneurysm.
You nodded with that same, stupid grin on your face, before almost automatically launching into a rambling rant about how cool that was… And Shed could only nod absently. “Yeah, cool,” he mumbled as he reached for a first aid kit that he was suddenly very glad to have brought along.
He patched you up quickly and efficiently, and once you noticed the fond— if not slightly worried— look in his eyes, you paused and tilted your head as if to ask him what was on his mind.
“You nearly scared the feathers off me, tiny,” he answered in a sighing breath. “I thought I hurt you worse than this.” He brushed a thumb along your freshly-bandaged wound.
His shoulders slumped a little bit as he regarded you with an unreadable expression. “You did good, though,” he admitted softly, shifting so he was sitting properly on the ground across from you. “Most noobs fold like a lawn chair even when ‘m holding back.”
Your expression twisted with something like feigned offense. Was he implying that you were a noob?!
“Y’know, not to say that you’re a noob,” he added quickly with a much-less-forced laugh, noticing your little pout.
He grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Though, maybe one day you’ll be able to face off with me for real.”
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A/N: WAUGGHH i think i spent more time trying to format this correctly than i did actually writing…. (@>@)
There is ALOT telamon kissers out there good god 💔💔
Anyways have some self indulgent doodles ok? Ok,,, I drew these on a whim so they aren’t that good and I doubt would be added on the Masterlist sighs… :c
