Forsaken oneshots (REQUESTS OPEN)

by Rainy_Dayze

Summary:

HELLO!! Finally got this acocunt, and im ready to take requests for rarepair shippers, and the sides of the fandom with not enough content on their plate! Examples like
Buildertaph
PizzaPunch
AND MORE!

Chapter 1

I got a dos and donts in these, please comply with them

Will do
- Smut
- Fluff
- rarepairs
- canon ships (brightsky etc)

WONT DO
- Pedophilia
- waterworks (if u dunno what it is uh.. pee)
- zoophilia
- etc etc all that stuff

Chapter 2: Request Lists

Summary:

Just the list of requests here in order

Doomsekkar ANGST

Teladoom Fluff

Dusenoli

Buildertaph Fluff+Smut

PoisonDebt

dusetaph

(More to add)

Notes:

ILL GET THEM DONE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE DW

Chapter 3: Buildermon SMUT

Summary:

Curiousity kills the cat, if the cat had a hardhat on

Warnings
Half aviary shedletsky (Cloaca haverrrr)
Top!Builder
Bottom!Shed

(THIS ISNT IN THE REQUESTS, I JUST HAVE IT IN THE CHAMBERS AND FIGURED ID POST IT TO GIVE YOU ALL A LITTLE FEELING OF HOW I WRITE)

It was a normal day like any other, The HQ busy as it would have always been, if it meant that busy was a certain someone being scolded for raiding the fridge late at night. They understood gluttony was a thing, but always fried food? It wasn’t even chicken at times, just in general now. With crossed arms, A former admin took each lecture with less of interest, through one ear and out the other. He didn’t think he needed to be scolded for Simply being hungry! That is… if hungry was having to restock the fridge in the kitchen 3 days a week. With a low sigh, they eventually spoke up with a dismissive wave.

“Yeah, yeah I know, Noo raiding the fridge.. Why punish me for being hungry!” The guy practically pouted, The wings that stood straight on his head slumping down To sign his despair from such a simple demand. “Because, everyone else needs to eat, you know.. Not just you. I could gladly get you your own, But we can't have anyone having special accommodations, we’re all equal here, remember?” With that, shedletsky only found himself flabbergasted, but not enough to retaliate much more as he gave a nod, and trotted on.

His features were noticeably different from his past form, his current one had gained more roundness to it, and his once enlarged wings had shrunk in size. They remained with their brown base, Creamy white tipped feathers, and the light brown that faded into the white in between. With his legs, they had no ordinary features, from his hips to his knees, brown feathers Littered where skin would be, and from down had there been chicken talons in replacement For his feet. It didn’t stop him from anything, and did allow him a variety more of possibilities, Such as perching on things the average human couldn’t begin to balance on. His face had Feathers that littered him just to connect onto the wings that stood firm on the sides of his head, and blended into his curly brown locs. Finding himself seated comfortably, he propped his talons up on a coffee table and folded his arms behind his head, contemplating many questions. Should He returned to the heights? It had been years since he had been there, he had retired from His past 10 years ago, how would it feel to wield a sword once more? To feel the glory Of PWNing everyone, in the ring of fire.

He was snapped out of his thoughts once he heard Builderman's voice once more, it was more soothing than before. Glancing over, he lifted his talons up for the other to sit comfortably beside him. Afterwards, he returned to his original position. Builderman however, found himself intrigued. Had he never seen someone with aviary Features, he grew curious. How had the feathers worked during molting season, was it similar? Did he carry the same skeletal structure for flight? Builderman saw how telamon took to The sky with fervor, as if he knew how to control the winds itself. Noticing he found himself Staring, he averted his gaze and picked up the cup of coffee he originally held, and took a slow Slip, before breaking the silence between the two. “Shedletsky.. I'm curious about something. You have bird-like features.. How does it all work? Surely you must have different things than the average robloxian, correct?” At the question, Shedletsky turned his gaze and gave a nod.

“Well.. I do have some differences. Ones real obvious! The wings, and talons I got. Oh, and the claws too! Why? Curious about all the seasons chickens got? I can show you personally If you’re THAT curious!” Shedletsky teased, no genuine flirt behind his tone, yet it sounded as If it were, leaving the other man silent before giving a nod. “Perhaps I do, it’s surely not everyday Someone can stumble across the opportunity to fulfill their curiosity.. Hands on.” Builderman slowly put the coffee down and turned to Shedletsky, whose feathers ruffled softly at Such a statement. Hands on? What could he possibly mean? Before he could ask, he was given his answer almost immediately , as a hand traveled to the feathers on his thigh, underneath His blue shorts. Swallowing a lump, Builderman gave the other a half lidded gaze, awaiting a Nod, a confirmation of anything. Once he was given affirmation, Builderman slowly crawled closer, Cradling in between shedletsky’s legs, as the chicken's talons curl up once airborne. With a firm Grasp on the others sides, Builderman pulled Shedletsky into a soft kiss to start, passion Filling the room almost immediately. A calloused hand began to linger up the others t-shirt, Awarding the man a gasp from the past swordsman. With a chuckle, his hand brushed Against silk feathers, feeling each one he passed over, and each one he rubbed his Palm into, to get a firm feel of how his feathers differed from his skin. Warm, yet soft to The touch, despite the many scars that laid on his form from the fights he had encountered On the heights above. Breaking the prolonged kiss for air, Builderman gave shedletsky a seductive gaze, Earning an averted one, yet the same that had fluster bubbling at his core. Slowly, Builder began to tug at the rim of Shedletsky’s shorts, threatening to expose a Gamble.

What would the anatomy look like? Would it stay true to his gender, or follow The Avian logic.With that, he pulled his shorts down, and remained silent, almost Flushed by the sight. It followed avian logic.. A Cloaca. The stare made Shedletsky fold his Arms over his own eyes, embarrassment flooding him. Was he disappointed at the result? Snapped from his thoughts, builderman pulled him into a kiss once more, yet this one Was filled with want. Clothed hips began to rut against his exposed genital, Each bump of his Hips earning a muffled whine to escape, as builderman remained gentle with each thrust, yet Applying enough pressure for them both to feel something.

Shedletsky’s hands lingered up to encase the others hair in his claws, knocking his hardhat off, allowing him free access to something to grab. Clutching onto him like a lifeline, shedletsky had gasped out a moan, and was greeted with a tongue that shoved past a barrier, marking uncharted territory as his own. The swordsman's talons began to tremble as his hands reached down to grip at his shoulders, pulling away for air as he panted heavily, the atmosphere steamy after what seemed like eternity. “You .. are really eager to find out.. Huh?” He gasped out, catching his breath. Builderman Couldn’t help but nod, his arousal apparent through the jeans he wore. With that, Shedletsky Shuffled back, just to shuffle his shirt off and reveal the more feathers that glistened underneath. They traveled from his cleavage, down his torso, as a happy trail, and connected to the feathers on his thighs. Builderman's breath was caught in his throat, staring in awe at the sight Below him.. No less who shedletsky used to be referred to as.

A god, a creator of the heights.. The master of all the swords.. Reduced to this beneath a mere being such as builderman. He felt honored, and almost proud of his accomplishment. While builder remained idle, Shedletsky took it upon himself to shuffle and press his own hips against builders, snapping The other out almost immediately. With a lowered gaze, a smirk made its way to builderman's face. “And here I was curious and eager.. I believe we swapped spots..” Builder teased, allowing Shedletsky to snicker in return. “Sure..Keep that attitude up when i absolutely PWN you on the Heights later..” Before he could joke much more, their lips crashed together, allowing builderman to undo his own belt , his jeans falling to his ankles. With that being out of the way, he directed his attention to the other quivering below him, practically humping against his leg. With a low Chuckle, Builderman removed his last layer, and allowed his cock to spring free. A relieved huff escaped as he leaned back, adjusted properly on his knees. “Can’t believe I'm actually doing this.. Quite a rule breaker I am, huh?” He joked, though shedletsky was in a different state of mind, incapable of mustering a response. A heat pooled in his naval as his legs spread apart almost instantly, causing Builderman's face to flush. A swarm of clucks, chirps, and small warbles Escaped the chicken as his wings on his head fluttered open. Builderman took that as a sign Shedletsky was just as eager as he had been, and wouldn’t hesitate to take the offer. Looming Over the other, he pressed his shaft against the others cloaca, and allowed himself to gently Rub against the other, but slowly pressing his thighs together to encase his shaft in warmth, Making the chicken softly cluck, his feathers ruffling from the friction, but none the less he was eager for it all. With a gentle caress to his hip, shedletsky shuddered and craned his head To the side, his claws reaching upwards to grab the couch’s arm for support. “For hell's sake builder.. You really are a tease aren’t you..?” He mumbled, but was Taken aback by a rough buck, one that applied friction just to shut him up for the meantime

“I know I am, but I'm testing the waters.. It's my first time with something like this in.. general.” After a few more thrusts, builderman pried away from the stimulation and held onto Shedletsky's Thighs, lifting his lower half up and supporting it on his own hips. Looking down, want engulfed him, And he lined his shaft up with the other’s entrance. “Just..let me know if it gets too much, alright?” Given a nod, the builderman began to push in, just past the tip.

It was already enough of a burning Sensation for the other, allowing him to arch his chest forward from just the small amount Of pleasure. Builderman gave a reassuring rub to his side, eyeing him for any sign of pain, But all he was given was sheer pleasure. Taking that as a get-go, builderman slid in more encasing half of his shaft in warmth. Each passing second felt like heaven as shedletsky tightened Around builder, his feathers ruffled with arousal. “Are you sure you’re alright?” Builder asked, Concerned about the ruffle, as he wasn’t sure what it meant. “I’m.. S-sure.. Positive..” He gasped between breaths, builderman giving the other a second to adjust. Once he figured he had, and noticed The telltale signs, he began to move gently, rocking his hips into the other With need. A need to accomplish.. Something. He wasn’t sure what, or when , or why it came to Him, but it did. Having a cloaca meant one thing, that he could carry something. It struck a chord In builder he wasn’t sure he had, but he wouldn’t fulfill that until shedletsky gave him The right of way. Eventually, shedletsky began to pout, having grown use to the deadset Pace builderman had.

With a nod, he began to speed up and fulfill anything the other wanted. As the atmosphere grew hot, Shedletsky's chest had raised up, arched in bliss that formed Inside of him. The feeling of someone inside, it filled a desire he never knew he had. When he felt a spot be hit, he mewled out a moan, a claw clasping over his own mouth to muffle his nonsensical sounds.

“It's.. It's fine shed.. You can be vocal.. n-not alot of people around to hear ya anyway..” Was all he muttered in the other’s ear, making shedletsky bottom out beneath him. Was Builderman acting in such a way to better him? Or was it because of how ballsy and demanding He used to be, he's getting it back for it all? Regardless of it all, the bliss that built up in his naval proved a different purpose. It allowed moans to spill out like a broken faucet, as builderman began to Land direct thrusts to the spot that caused him to act out of mind, squirming and moaning As if they weren’t in a spot where they can be found, fucking like it would be their last time. Without hesitance, Builderman reeled all the way back, and slammed to the hilt, causing Shedletsky to be shoved up into the arm of the couch, his moan pitched on impact. “Y..You’re D..doing amazing.. Haahh..” Builderman moaned out that bit of praise, and it served him To gain what he expected, a bigger mess below him then before. Bingo. He found a weak point In Shedletsky’s behaviour.

Praise would have him crumbled down in no time. While in thought, he Felt something form in his naval, causing him to wince. He was close.. Dangerously so. Of course, he didn’t want to come before shedletsky, so he increased his approach by lifting Shedletsky's legs up, pressing them up to his own chest, angling himself down, and pulling them Into a hug before they began to increase their pace, slamming into the others sweet spot again And again, the abuse to it causing the chicken to muffle out a croaked moan, talons twitching In the air. Without another word, and just shedletsky hastily pulling builder closer if possible, he Reached his climax, his wings sprouting outwards as he came down from his high, waves of Overstimulation crashing onto him.

Of course, for builderman he had a need in mind. He Didn’t want to end this without having shedletsky break some more rules as well as he did. But Before he could even get to demanding, shedletsky hollered out wants and needs like nobody Would hear. “F..Fuck! Builder! F..Fill Me for fucks.. Ss-Sake!” He cried out, pulling builder close. That was all he needed. With a nod, he began to pound into the other, each skin on skin contact Causing a sound to echo through the room.

Eventually, Builderman himself reached his climax, and he couldn’t help but thrust a couple more times, just to ensure everything would be fertilized.. Or hope it will anyway. Shedletsky was in his own state of mind, the warmth that filled him too Much for him to process, as his talons twitched from such a situation. Builderman slowly Began to pull out, and it made him whine from the loss of something inside, yet he had No energy to process any words. Builder sat back for a second and composed himself, allowing Air to cool him down before he began to fix his own boxers and pants back on, slowly grabbing a Nearby blanket for the other to remain cozy in, and also to shield themself in case anyone were to Walk in.

“You..hff.. Alright?” Builderman muttered “Psshh.. Y-yeah.. Nn..never better.” Shedletsky joked back, half conscious. Eventually, of course he passed out, and remained asleep. Builderman just smiled and planted a soft kiss on the other's forehead before he stayed on the couch With him, just to wait for him to wake up.

Notes:

word count is 2.5K , decently made!

(I wrote this on google docs and then copy and pasted it heree..)

Also i did forget to mention but I do platonic ships like Bluuprincess , like playdates etc, bc ik shipping bluudud and pretty princess are alright (even if its thin ice)
and also the fact i do occaisonally do my own writings, but i take requests

Chapter 4: 'Is this all that could have been?' Doomsekkar Angst

Summary:

Request for Ghostly_Jellien !!

Dusekkar and Doom reunite in a round, yet the concept of recognition is far beyond the banlands headmaser.

In the silent cabin where all the survivors remained, one stood amongst the others. A pumpkin in turn for a head, and a glow underneath that played as a sole part of his soul. It shone bright, bright to illuminate any darkened areas he would come across. It had been so long since he was ripped away from the comfort of his own home, and only so because he wouldn't be caught in this realm if he wasn't. This played in his mind, time and time again. At times Dusekkar found himself clutching onto the wind staff, awaiting the timer to hit zero. Once it did, everyone was introduced to a new killer. Shedletsky, Builder, And Dusekkar all found themself in shock. Though, with Dusekkar, he had more than fear. He felt guilt, and regret pour onto him all at once

"Hey, matt? You doing alright? We're all pretty... shaken up about this, but I'm sure these 3 minutes won't be so bad!" Shedletsky said, patting Dusekkars shoulder gently, which Dusekkar just heaved a sigh and turned towards the swordsman.

"It's not fear in which I hold, its guilt and regret that has been foretold. Doombringer and I were close before it all, but after being ripped from my home, well... the story that continued on has made the great man fall."
Shedletsky remained still, confusion flooding him. Though, through seconds he put the pieces together. With a nod, he walked off, clutching his sword in his hands. After a minute of hesitance, the wizard began to float around, kneeling down and working wires, connecting them with delicate hands, ensuring his staff remained in his vicinity. In the distance, the clatter of chains was heard, making the wizard stand up in alert, ready to run if needed. after a minute or two, he noticed he would remain unscathed, so he continued his job. Giving the generator a decent tap, the smoke began to emit from its side, and the machine began to whirr.
As time went on, and more people died, Dusekkar found himself engulfed in worry. Naturally, he wouldn't be as on edge, yet with Doombringer on the verge of possibly killing the one he used to spend all the time he could with, it had the wizard staring at all corners he could possibly see. When the timer hit 1 minute, something insighted in his vision. A red highlight, not too far from him. Something caught in his throat, and he began to sprint off as he could, trying not to cut corners with the other he had to avoid for this last minute. Lifting his staff upwards, he spun it, and shot the other with a beam, but when it was averted, a gasp escaped before doombringer was in vicinity and swung its hammer towards the pumpkin.
Being slammed into the wall, a cough escaped. Clutching onto his injured arm, he scrambled back, and stared upwards at the other before him, who loomed over him with an intimidating aura, eyes crinkled behind the shadow that casted over his eyes from the bucket over his head.
"Doom! Pleads echo promptly... Back to before, back to when many lives weren't costly! The many people up high know who you once were, why not try to become that once more?" 
Dusekkar gasped in desperate breaths from composure, but his words were left with ignorance, as they saw the other raise their hammer. in defense, Dusekkar raised up to staggered feet and held the others hammer with carelessness, their hands shaky and trembling with desperation. It left Doombringer in subtle shock, slowly lowering the hand to his side. Staring longingly at the pumpkin, they remained stiff, lowering once of his cages down, and looking down once more. A flicker of notice in the killer's eyes,
"I recognize you..."
He fell silent after that, kneeling down and clasping their hands around the others pumpkin, staring into what would be supposed eyes. With a trembling form, Dusekkar leaned in, and held the other hands tightly, but a sharp pain hit their stomach. Perhaps the spectre didn't favor any innocence or any cuddly moments... as it did with 007 and his son, it did with these two. A sword summoned by mist and static appeared, and jabbed into the pumpkins stomach, causing the wizards skin to grow cold. Anxiety raced through Doombringers form as he hastily held onto Dusekkar, covering the wound almost instantly. Something snapped in him... He felt like he knew this guy, yet no memories struck him. As blood puddled down on the ground, Tears began to form in Doom's vision, everything going blurry. In Dusekkars last grip of life, he simply clutched onto the others hand, as the glow began to flicker, then die out. Doombringer went silent, as the round ended. Once everyone returned back at the cabin, Dusekkar was there staring at his stomach, a hand clutched onto the fabric of his robes, and tighter onto the wand. Perhaps... Recognition was far from need. This world had no mercy, and he surely knew that well.. He was so close to returning once more to the one had loved, but perhaps destiny itself... had other plans. 

Notes:

MY ANGST IS RUSTY SO SORRY!! BUT HOPEFULLY THIS IS DECENT ENOUGH!!!
800 words, IM SO SORRY AUGHH..

Chapter 5: UPDATE

SORRY GUYZ I GOT A BUNCH OF STUFF COMING UP SO RESPONSES MIGHHTTT BE DELAYED JUST JUST A LITTLE.. IM SO SO SORRY GUYS!! ILL STILL GET TO EVERYTHING, BUT THEYLL BE A LITTLE SLOWER

Notes:

I’m a retired fanfic writer who mainly does roleplays.. I havent wrote one since 2021