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Despite being a mere office worker - the Medali Gym Leader is.. Quite tall. How do you deal with this when you want to kiss him?
Tags: fluff, sfw, reader is the short one in this, no gender referred
300 followers event prompt! Ongoing until 11th June 2023
Larry has never seen an issue with your height, nor his, or the gap between those numbers. Sure he has to bend himself down just a little for his lips to meet yours, but really, he doesn't mind doing that with his posture already as it is.
And truthfully you don't mind it either. Sacrificing just a little of your nick's well-being is all deserved when the reward is a kiss from your beloved overworked partner.
Alternatively, Larry would often choose to kiss the top of your head or your forehead. Simple fleeting kisses, just how he often prefers it. With a hand placed firmly on your shoulder, he would lean in carefully, planting a firm kiss on your skin, before looking back at you giggling at his reddened cheek.
Although with kisses from you - you often have to force him down affectionately. Usually by his tie. He secretly loves it when you do it unexpectedly. Just tugging on his cloud-patterned tie and pulling him down to your level just to give him a kiss on the cheek - no, he already bent down this much, might as well get an actual kiss now, shouldn't he?
But lately Larry has a new favorite. It started when the two of you were out on a picnic in one of the open fields around Medali. When he was sitting peacefully, surrounded by one or two wild Komalas and Dudunsparce, you were out by the grass with your own pokemon being busy, as you said, telling him to stay right where he is while you fetch him his surprise.
When he was mindlessly petting the wild pokemon as his own, he didn't realize that his Staraptor - who had perched their beak on his head from behind him - had moved away to the side as you approached him from the back.
He was then pleasantly surprised when a light ring fell and fit itself atop of his head, followed by your arms excitedly finding their way around his shoulders.
He chuckled. Quite the rare occasion, actually. To the point that you flustered yourself at the sound of his gleeful giggle. Finally looking up to you while keeping the flower crown in place, he pulled you down by your cheek tenderly to give you a reverse kiss.
"Thank you, darling," he muttered to your parted lips with just the slight hint of smile, caressing your cheek, somewhat enjoying the idea that his simple display of satisfaction can make your heart flutter so much. Then again, he also beats restlessly when you display such an adorable act towards him.
In his sleep, Deuce finally realizes how much you had protected him from past dangers.
Tags: sfw, mention of reader getting hurt, reader has a scar along their arm, no gendered pronoun used
A/N: Just Deuce being sleepy appreciating the Prefect. Working on the event I promise 😭
300 followers prompt event! Ongoing until 11th June 2023
History class had ended minutes ago, yet here you are, writing away at your notes to review the lesson Trein had given you earlier. Due to your lack of magic, you were forced to better yourself at subjects that don't require magic to process, such as learning the history of Twisted Wonderland itself.
Fortunately, you’re not alone in the class. Grim and Ace had gone ahead to the cafeteria to get themselves, and you, some lunch, while Deuce was left behind with you, his head tucked within his arms as he snoozed away in silence next to you.
You couldn’t blame him, really. It seems common for students to succumb towards sleep itself - even Sebek fell asleep during Trein’s lesson at some point, so you don’t dare to wake Deuce from his slumber. Instead, opting to watch over him while your two other companions went ahead to satiate their hunger for the day.
Focusing on your note, you missed Deuce's half-lidded gaze on your arm. It had become a particularly warm day, so you discarded your blazer and rolled up your sleeve just enough for him to peek at the tip of a recent scar that is plastered across your arm.
In his daze, Deuce pulled one of his hands up to tug on your sleeve, pulling it back ever further to expose more of the scar. The color of it is in obvious contrast against your skin, showing how recent it is, even most potions couldn’t rid you of such marks.
He remembers it. Weeks ago when you were fighting his Housewarden who went through an Overblot. Back then, you had pulled him into your arms to shield him from a flying tree branch and rose thorns. You barely knew him back then - you were just friends who bonded over similar adversaries, yet you’re willing to let yourself bleed to protect him so he could continue the fight.
He found it stupid back then. Had either of you gone through a matter of life and death, he would have laughed or even insulted you for your ‘brave deeds’.
But now, he looked at the moment fondly.
You were magicless. Yet it felt like you were fighting the most to protect everyone. You guide Grim to avoid danger and direct his attack, you lead everyone towards Riddle’s weakest point, you gave Trey and Cater the cover they needed to seal off Riddle’s Unique Magic so everyone can stop him - you gave yourself too little credit for so much feat, and he feel ridiculous for not noticing it sooner.
Without him realizing it much, he had let his fingers trace the light colored scar that runs through your arm. His touch felt gentle - in contrast to his brute strength and violent tendencies. If he could, he would love to wipe away such marks from your skin, to prevent you from suffering such fate. Alas, he has no such strength now. Not now.
You had been watching him in silence, knowing that he’s still in daze from his sleep, tracing your scar, sending shivers throughout your body with how gentle he’s acting - you let him. In the end, you moved your arm closer to him, and he took it within his own, hugging it closer, piling it within his own arms as he tucked his head back to sleep with your new warmth.
You smiled down to him fondly, giggling, shaking your head a little, before you turned back to your notes with your free hand, continuing your task with a new bit of difficulty, yet a new and welcomed warmth from his breath.
Although being honest, you almost smacked him on the face when he placed a kiss on your arm and left his lips there - is he truly asleep?!
Propaganda about the Hot Things Trey Clover Do So That You Would Love Him
Tags: Kinda suggestive
A/N: Full brainrot. I love him, if it's not obvious yet
Biting
Not in a way that he bites you. He does do that but that's not what is being discussed here. Biting for Trey is more like.. He bites onto a lot of things. He has strong healthy teeth and he can sink those to anything easily. He would bite the end of his pen, he would bite his shirt when he's feeling particularly sweaty, he would bite your hand for attention, using his teeth to cut things when scissors are just too far away - Trey bit onto a lot of things and sometimes the sight of his white canines sent shivers down your spine. He wouldn't notice your longing stare though so if you want him to bite onto something specific you gotta ask wink wink.
Licking
Literally the same as above but with his tongue. Trey is shameless with wiping off whip cream from your cheek and licking it. He would also use his finger and hand to taste test during his baking - just pouring a few onto the back of his hand and licking it off before smiling and just continuing with his baking like he did nothing. Trey also licks his lips a lot, whether because he felt something stuck on his teeth, his lips are dry, or he just feels like it. At some point he has licked food directly off of your cheek and didn't realize it until you overload (or maybe he did? Who knows)
Actually looking and being mean
In contrast to literally everyone Trey seems like the one with the most common sense. He's not necessarily arrogant but he's also not necessarily kind to random people, so it's rare to see Trey being upset (considering that Riddle usually is angry for him and he's the one who gotta defuse the redhead). So when you see Trey does his signature grin with his furrowed brows - except this time with actual rage radiating from him, again, you can't help but feel shivers down your spine. How his eyes darkened, how his brows knitted together - yet he still flashes those sadistic grins of his. Maybe he can be mean to you too every now and then?:(
Shirt and sweatpants
SHIRT AND SWEATPANTS. Not another word. He looks so normal with it it can get pretty bothering to you (in a good way). Trey's casual sleeping shirt consists of either something that wrapped his body thoroughly or a loose shirt where you can see his collarbone. His sweatpants are all baggy, and it all has a string with it so you can play with it whenever you're feeling like it, he doesn't mind and thinks of you as a cat whenever you do. Bonus if he's not wearing his glasses, look all you want cause he's not wearing these outside of sleeping hours.
Nonchalant
Trey is.. So Nonchalant about the things he does. He often downgrades himself to someone who does the bare minimum, someone normal and plain - even though everyone keeps telling him the opposite. This includes when he grabbed onto your waist to pull you away from something dangerous and carried you like a sack of potatoes. Or when he grabs your cheek forcing your mouth open to check whether you have brushed your teeth thoroughly or not. Or when he laughs at your antic with his grin while shaking his head. OR when he pushed his glasses up over his head squinting so hard at a paper while trying to read whatever is scribbled there whils scrunching his nose. Love him.
He missed you--lots. There's just so little ways to get your attention when he's on duty, but he's willing to sacrifice a few Points for it.
Tags: lots of touching, pet names, no gendered term used, reader is a Nameless, suggestive ending, no character in specific for this so use your imagination
A/N: how the hell do I tag this
Going through the challenges that are Aetherium Wars is a little more taxing than what you had expected. The ‘game’ itself is not difficult, at least, to your standard. Having traversed through worlds as a Trailblazer, you’ve encountered games much more difficult and challenging than the monster-turned based game. Even so, it doesn’t really deflect the fact that the game itself is a pleasure to play through.
As you tread the empty path on Belobog’s Victory Road, a hand clasped over your wrist before pulling you into a nearby alleyway of the hall. Right before you can protest–yelp, or even punch the stranger in retaliation, he puts his gloved hand over your mouth and shushes you.
“Shshh, shh… Sweetheart, stop stop–don’t wriggling, stop–it’s me! Hey!” He yelped in return when you almost bit his hand off with a scoff, “What?!”
“Don’t do that!” you try to swat his gloved hand away with a pout even though he insisted to stay near you. With how cramped the corner he dragged you to–it’d be difficult to wrestle your way out of here after all, so you fell to defeat as he shook with gentle chuckle, his hands now slid down to your hips and pulled you closer to him.
“Right.. ‘M sorry baby, you know how it is–I’m not supposed to slack off, remember?” He mumbled under his gold-plated mask with an obvious exhausted sigh, leaning his face to the crook of your neck, nuzzling the cold area with the warmth that radiated from his uniform.
“Why are you here then?” You let out a teasing snicker at his clingy behavior, which earned you a light squeeze on your waist as he let out a soft grumble.
Although his grumble soon shifted to a pleasant groan when he felt your hands sneaked to the back of his neck, sliding under his armor, onto the undershirt, and gently put pressure on his tense muscle.
“I miss you,” he mumbled like a drunken fool in love as he nuzzled your neck further, hoping to press his lips to your skin through his mask, “Miss my little darling. Miss it when you spoil me. When you kiss me. When y’ hold me.”
He sighed again, keeping his head close as you kept trying to ease up any muscle and soft surface on his body that you can reach without unfastening his uniform.
“Did you miss me too?” He pulled away just enough to look into your eyes. Even through his mask–the desperation in his voice is clear. Seems like work as an IPC worker drains him heavily–specially today.
So you cradled his face carefully in your hands, gave him a reassuring smile, and brushed your lips against the plate of his mask over where his lips are.
“I miss you,” you giggled quietly, “Sorry I haven’t been able to visit. The Nameless has been busy.”
“I know,” he grumbled, burying his face in your neck again after the little kiss, knowing he won’t be able to hold himself from breaking a rule if he let you do more of those. So instead, he opted to squeeze your waist.
“How long until they get suspicious that you’re.. Missing?” You grinned playfully as you feel him getting a little more handsy, the tip of his glove snake under the hem of your shirt, touching your skin, shivering you with the cold of its surface. When you shudder–he let out a content groan and pressed himself further against you.
“Ten minutes,” he pulled his head back again, cupping your cheek with his hand, and run his thumb over your lower lip enough for you to kiss it, “Better make this quick, lovely.”
Going feral when watching Jade's trailer. God, I wish that could happen. That should be a thing actually. I should really make that happen. Look at him? Why is no one talking about it? Oh, hey, wait there's Jade too in the trailer
He missed you--lots. There's just so little ways to get your attention when he's on duty, but he's willing to sacrifice a few Points for it.
Tags: lots of touching, pet names, no gendered term used, reader is a Nameless, suggestive ending, no character in specific for this so use your imagination
A/N: how the hell do I tag this
Going through the challenges that are Aetherium Wars is a little more taxing than what you had expected. The ‘game’ itself is not difficult, at least, to your standard. Having traversed through worlds as a Trailblazer, you’ve encountered games much more difficult and challenging than the monster-turned based game. Even so, it doesn’t really deflect the fact that the game itself is a pleasure to play through.
As you tread the empty path on Belobog’s Victory Road, a hand clasped over your wrist before pulling you into a nearby alleyway of the hall. Right before you can protest–yelp, or even punch the stranger in retaliation, he puts his gloved hand over your mouth and shushes you.
“Shshh, shh… Sweetheart, stop stop–don’t wriggling, stop–it’s me! Hey!” He yelped in return when you almost bit his hand off with a scoff, “What?!”
“Don’t do that!” you try to swat his gloved hand away with a pout even though he insisted to stay near you. With how cramped the corner he dragged you to–it’d be difficult to wrestle your way out of here after all, so you fell to defeat as he shook with gentle chuckle, his hands now slid down to your hips and pulled you closer to him.
“Right.. ‘M sorry baby, you know how it is–I’m not supposed to slack off, remember?” He mumbled under his gold-plated mask with an obvious exhausted sigh, leaning his face to the crook of your neck, nuzzling the cold area with the warmth that radiated from his uniform.
“Why are you here then?” You let out a teasing snicker at his clingy behavior, which earned you a light squeeze on your waist as he let out a soft grumble.
Although his grumble soon shifted to a pleasant groan when he felt your hands sneaked to the back of his neck, sliding under his armor, onto the undershirt, and gently put pressure on his tense muscle.
“I miss you,” he mumbled like a drunken fool in love as he nuzzled your neck further, hoping to press his lips to your skin through his mask, “Miss my little darling. Miss it when you spoil me. When you kiss me. When y’ hold me.”
He sighed again, keeping his head close as you kept trying to ease up any muscle and soft surface on his body that you can reach without unfastening his uniform.
“Did you miss me too?” He pulled away just enough to look into your eyes. Even through his mask–the desperation in his voice is clear. Seems like work as an IPC worker drains him heavily–specially today.
So you cradled his face carefully in your hands, gave him a reassuring smile, and brushed your lips against the plate of his mask over where his lips are.
“I miss you,” you giggled quietly, “Sorry I haven’t been able to visit. The Nameless has been busy.”
“I know,” he grumbled, burying his face in your neck again after the little kiss, knowing he won’t be able to hold himself from breaking a rule if he let you do more of those. So instead, he opted to squeeze your waist.
“How long until they get suspicious that you’re.. Missing?” You grinned playfully as you feel him getting a little more handsy, the tip of his glove snake under the hem of your shirt, touching your skin, shivering you with the cold of its surface. When you shudder–he let out a content groan and pressed himself further against you.
“Ten minutes,” he pulled his head back again, cupping your cheek with his hand, and run his thumb over your lower lip enough for you to kiss it, “Better make this quick, lovely.”
Once again, you fell victim to one of Noctis' odd yet rather.. Affectinate quirks. Not that you're complaining, although, the embarassement that comes with it..
Tags: fluff, there's some kissing but nothing explicit, no gendered pronouns used, reader is mentioned to be shorter than Noctis
The thing about being a human Commandant is that you can't survive walking on the Earth's surface without proper equipment.
Other than the regular food sustenance people would commonly consume, you need to use serum and sometimes other medication to keep you physical body at maximum capability while you're down on earth.
Sometimes you can also just simply use a support device over yourself. Mask, armor, and on rare occasion skeletons over your suit.
So it's only natural that you're in mild distress when you couldn't find one of your mechanical masks that you used when you're out on missions. The face plate is nowhere in sight when you venture into the depths of your room—you asked Liv and Lucia who's willing to look for it for you, and Lee who also does similarly with a side of scolding from him.
You’ve looked through Gray Raven’s Common Room, Strike Hawks’, the training ground, you even went as far as checking Hassen’s office! Alas, the metallic plate that is your mask is nowhere to be seen.
You’ve grown slightly desperate that you were thinking of just waltzing over to where Asimov is and asking for a new one.. But you know the young scientist prodigy would grumble and mumble at you even more so than Lee ever has. So you decided to re-check to the final place you can think of–your private office.
Re-entering your office again, you expected not much. You’ve been through the place from top to bottom after all, what's the chance nothing’s changed?
Everything’s the same, except, there seems to be an additional presence there when you return.
“Noctis?” You raised an eyebrow as you looked at his back. He’s leaning on your desk, ears perked up at your call, but he didn’t budge to turn and look at you with his golden irises. That’s new. You thought. Despite his large frame, Noctis always, always turns to look at you whenever you call out to him. Like a large puppy recognising its master’s voice.
Then you heard a light clicking noise. Like something scratching against a metallic surface, the light screech is muffled by his body. What is he doing? You closed the door behind you as you circled around your workdesk to his side, trying to solve the mystery behind the mysterious sound.
“Hey, what’re you–” your eyes widened as you saw the item in his hand, the very specific metallic faceplate that you had been looking at. And on his other hand–an EDV knife with its tip being carefully ran through a corner of the mask.
“Hey! Noctis–!” Finally noticing your agitation, he immediately pulled up the mask and the knife away from your reach, all while still carving over the metal surface. “What do you think you’re doing–I’ve been looking for that everywhere! Hey!–”
“Shhh, gimme a minute,” he mumbled with a grin, eyes focused on his task while he so expertly kept you away from the items in his grasp, “Just–gimme a moment partner.”
“A moment for what?! What are you even doing to my mask? I need it–come on!”
“I said just a moment!”
It didn't take you long to give up on retrieving your property. Only frowning and folding your arms in front of your chest as you glared up to the pink head. All while he’s snickering to himself in victory.
“What are you even doing, seriously?” you scoffed at him, still trying to see what exactly it is that he’s doing, “You do know I need that to breathe, right?”
“Yes. You know what else I know?” He finally turned to look at you, his grin prominent, and the glimmer of mischief was finally clear to you as he handed you back the metal plate, “I know that you wore this everywhere you go when you’re on a mission.”
You snatched the mask from his hand–turning it within your own palm as your thumb finally grazed over the roughed up corner, eyes widening at the mark he had left.
“.. You’re kidding me?”
“I’m not.”
“Why?”
“To get a claim over you.”
“To.. What–?”
“To. Claim. Over. You.” He emphasizes his words as he repeats it, leaning down to your height to bask in your confusion, and more importantly–flustered cheeks to his admittance. “I gotta remind some of your other uh, friends that you already belonged to me, yeah? Now I was thinkin’ of getting you an accessory or something but I feel like it’s gonna break your immersion and impression as this badass Gray Raven Commandant, so I pick an amazing alternative, which—”
“You carved your initials on my breather,” you stated at him with the strictest voice you can muster.
“--Yep.” He seems proud of himself, flashing you his infamous charming grin that crickled the corner of his eyes just enough to show how much he seems to be satisfied with his action.
“Is the heart really necessary?” You looked up to him with a raised eyebrow, pulling up the mask to his vision as you showed him again his ‘claim’ over ‘you’, “Pretty sure this ‘N’ is more than enough.”
“Yes, the heart is necessary,” he nodded firmly, arms folded in front of his chest as he shifted comedically to a more serious personality, “Just to state a point, you know.”
“Well, I..” you glance back down on the mask. It would be impossible to ask Asimov or the supply department for a new one now–this was custom made for you, after all. Swallowing your pride and embarrassment, you held the mask in your hand as you began to turn away from Noctis, ready to leave your office to return to the hangar for your descent to earth for the mission.
“Ay–now hold on a second,” he breaks your walk by tugging you back towards him. Being taller and a construct gave him the advantage of strength as he pulled you back within his vicinity, turning you to face him.
Sighing, you rolled your eyes away at him. Your irritation doesn’t necessarily come from his antique this time–after all without his little quirk you’d be even more concerned about the state of his M.I.N.D–but mostly from the fact that you’re tired that you had been looking everywhere for your mask, and now are feigned with exhaustion right before you’re supposed to head off on a mission.
“What is it, Noctis–”
Before you could finish, he pulled the mask from your hand, tilting your head up to face him right by your chin, before he clicked it securely over the lower half of your face, his fingers diligently and effectively clicking the safety on as he glanced down on you with his own softer smile.
“There,” he let out a small fit of chuckle, tracing his thumb over the roughened up mark he had carved on the corner of your mask, before leaning down enough to kiss the mask right over where your lips are supposed to be. His warm artificial lips pressed against the cold surface of the metallic mask as he kept it pressed there for a moment longer–as if trying to reach your lips, yet not quiet.
Pulling away, he still had your face cradled in his hands as he grinned down at you, seemingly yet even more proud at himself as he saw how your eyes widened slightly from his little stunt.
“Now you’re ready for your little misadventure,” he snickered, moving forward again to leave another kiss over your skin directly this time right over your eyelids as you close them by instinct when he inched closer to press his warm lips over your flustered skin.
“Good luck! I’ll be waiting at the usual place, partner,” he patted your shoulder and ruffle your hair before promptly leaving the scene, forcing you to wander in a daze for a few seconds before you snapped yourself back–shaking off the growing flush on your skin as you picked up the rest of your equipment and make haste to the hangar where the rest of Gray Raven had waited for you.
“Commandant!” Liv was the first to notice you as you entered the vast area, walking over to the aircraft as the silver-haired girl met you halfway, pulling up what seems to be a breather mask to your attention with a smile on her face.
“I managed to borrow this from Wanshi, since you said you couldn’t find your–ah?” She paused briefly, noticing the return of your mask that had already clicked over your face with a small, almost nervous smile as her hand lowered the one in her hand.
You gave a questioning look, suspicious of her silence, although you assumed it was to be expected with the obvious, new scratches that have branded your mask.
“What happened to your breather, Commandant?!” Lee seems more vocal about his distress over the display. Brows furrowed and his ever-so-present scowl only deepened when he read the obvious ‘N’.
“Tch, that Cerberus rascal.. Did he withhold your breather?” Lee asked with the usual aggression spitting his vocal cord.
“It’s fine, Lee. The breather itself isn’t damaged. If it ever cause any disruption I’ll just request a new one–it’s about time I have another spare after all,” you try to disarm his agitation by thanking Liv for the breather she had gotten you as you tucked it on the belt around your waist. “Is Lucia present already? If so then let’s go–ah?”
Just as you asked for the ravenette, she appeared next to you, expression as stiff as ever while she kindly offered you a handkerchief which you confusingly took.
“Thank you, Lucia..?” You paused, looking back up to her from the handkerchief in your hand, “But what’s this for?”
“There’s a stain, Commandant,” she informed you blankly, pointing at her own lips, motioning for you to mimic her movement to check over your own lips.
Mirroring her movement, you wiped the mask with the handkerchief, looking down on the small piece of cloth as you see it’s pristine white color had been stained with light smudge.
Was it..
A kiss mark..?
You’re going to have to pay a visit to Cerberus’ common room when you return..
