note: if you don’t like random :P in your things, leave rn!!! anyways might not be grammar-checked,, if u want me to extend one of them ask!!! no aesthetic format srry 😔,,!! don’t know how to write!! criticism open too!!! ok ty and enjoy 💋💋 ao3 ver
characters: red, ethan, brendan, lucas, hilbert, nate, calem, elio, victor
red
always grabbing onto something from you, hands, sleeves, whatever he can latch onto
like there was this one time during your most memorable celebration, he whispered to you
“i love you”
alsooo he loves to put his hat on your head
ethan
if you like nature walks he’ll drag you along
but if you’re more relaxed, he’ll just cook up some food (or get something from a store) and have a picnic outside
after tirelessly playing at the beach with you, splashing water everywhere and whatever sand games, he loves to drag you to watch the sunset together!!
or loves how the moon’s light shines on you <33
brendan
he loves pda!! smooches, hugs, hand-holding, whatever he can come up with!! doesn’t like compliments too much though
he’s either a full-on inside kid on some days and on others he’s pushing you through the door
clingy but tries to hide it
lucas
if you like to study too, he’ll always ask for you to study whatever next to him, he needs motivation sometimes :P
he might be up all night finalizing projects and maybe even wake you up randomly to double-check some work
if you don’t like grinding out studies like him, you just end up getting snacks for him for motivation or you give him pecks on the cheek
hilbert
gets so flushed when you play with his hair or physical touch in general
gets really nervous if you try to show pda, especially in front of his friends, doesn’t want to get embarrassed lol
you guys always look for new places to eat or chill out, favorite place being a park with a serene atmosphere and a charming cafe
nate
lowkey so indecisive, so he either rots in bed or on the couch with you all day or drags you around random events throughout the day
always wants you by his side, extremely clingy (sort of),, you get used to it anyways and love it (most of the time)
watches movies when he does rot at home with you, prefers horror or crime and sometimes will (highly likely) ignore your choice when choosing a movie to watch (lol)
calem
always trying to make something for you, ranging between tiny hair clips and ties to extravagant outfits
also gives you tons of gift baskets
analyzes your fashion style like a forced english assignment that’s worth 120% of your final grade
always comes in clutch for formal events, making you the most magnificent clothes
elio
likes to pretend to act mysterious :P
lives for beach dates!!! sometimes throws sand at your head and pretends he’s sorry
you guys will watch the moon and he’ll pretend he’s not looking at you
when you look back, he’s turned around either giggling, super flushed, or a mix of both
victor
you guys are a storm in the kitchen (a good or bad one depending on your cooking skill lolol)
will help you cook by hovering over you and taking your arms to help you stir and stuff
matching aprons duhhhh
if he notices something is wrong with you— the tiniest inconvenience, he will stop immediately to check in :P (our observant king)
Could I please get some Fridge / Brendan content! Literally anything at this point I'm dying here!
Hot n’ Cold
Working with superheroes left you kinda jaded towards the spandex wearing crowd. But a chance encounter at a company event might change your mind- and your relationship with Brendan.
Brendan/Fridge X Fem!Reader
(Fluff, Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort)
2.5k Words
Warnings: 18+, temperature play, improper use of ice powers, roleplay, unprofessional relationships, power dynamics, alcohol, flirting, kissing, arguments, cheating, therapy
An: Thank you for the request!! I got this immediately after I watched Alter Egos, and I couldn’t be more excited to write a fic! XD Brendan is just such a peculiar specimen I love him <3 I did some headcannoning and editorializing based on the film, so I hope you enjoy!
“- so, I finish the paperwork for that strip mall that Sunburn scorched last week,” you swallowed a bite of your general tso’s. “And guess who walks by my desk.” Absorbed by your story, Brendan stuck his chopsticks in his takeout container, “Don’t tell me, don’t tell me… Captain Amazingness?”
Your laugh rose above the dull Emily of New Moon rerun on tv. “I wish! No, no- it was Nightcrawler.” Eyes widening, your boyfriend choked on his lo mein. “Seriously? After-”
“Yeah, after I went to HR about him!” Shaking your head, you cuddled into Brendan’s side. It was always nice to have someone indulge your work gossip. “I’ll say it again- all superheros are assholes, but that guy is a different breed of asshole…” It was days like this that made you wish you could trade places with your boyfriend- illustrating comics for a living has to be less socially exhausting than being a damage claim adjuster for the Supercorps…
You found the domesticity soothing: the sagging couch, Chinese takeout, and your boyfriend at the end of every day. Easing into the you shaped divot you’d made in Brendan, you kissed away a lingering bit of sweet and sour at the corner of his mouth.
Tenderly slipping a strand of hair behind your ear with long, calloused fingers, Brendan murmured through a smile, “You are so pretty…” as if he were marveling at some natural wonder that necessitated awe for just being. Right when things were getting all soft and mushy, as your boyfriend tangled his limbs in yours, you jolted. “Ah!” you squealed, giggling against his skin. “Cold- cold! Get your feet off’a me!”
Right then, your apartment was the cozy, soft little center of the universe as, outside the fogged up window, snow lazily flurried on the city’s surfaces…
The atrium of the Supercorp building was closed off to the public to be transformed into this glimmering demonstration of taxpayer dollars: the yearly Christmas party. Lights twinkled off of expensive, silver decorations and well dressed trees as tasteful holiday music piped in over the speakers. Not wanting to spend any more time at work than you were paid for, you opted to linger by the table with the strictly decorative $500 gingerbread house and silver trays of hors d'oeuvres and avoid your coworkers.
And how did that pan out for you? A white gloved hand swiped a tooth picked cocktail weenie, leaning against the table next to you. “Where can a girl get a drink in this place?” Ice blue spandex, gogo boots- you knew this guy. Fridge’s name didn't cross your desk often, both because of his low ranking in the company and the fact all the damage he caused could be fixed when it eventually melted.
You jabbed a thumb at the champagne tower. Despite his previous comment, he seemed to already have a few in him with the light slur in his words. “Believe me,” plucking a glass from the arrangement, he empathized where he wasn’t asked to, “Wouldn’t be here either if I wasn't obligated to show up.” This kind of ‘rich people problems’ thing was commonplace with superheros- they act like it’s so hard to show up to a couple events and smile…
“Really?” An edge of resentment crept through your tone as you snapped off a chunk of Christmas cookie with your teeth. “I mean- free food, good press…seems like a pretty sweet gig.”
By virtue of alcohol induced tunnel vision , your jadedness went unreciprocated. “Ugh. The press…” he groaned with bitterness you reserve for politicians and in-laws. “They just… won’t shut up about Margo Amazingness.” You could see on his face that moment he realized he’d let something slip. But from the catty intrigue that painted your features, he knew you were going to ask anyway. “There’s these… rumors. About me and her.”
Your eyebrows shot to your hairline. Now that you thought of it, you’d heard some whispers of that young hotshot who got caught in a conference room with Captain Amazingness’ wife. “Wait, you're that guy?” I mean, you had as big a grudge as anybody against that guy. In a morbid sense, it was almost justice. “Did… are they true?”
With a sip of champagne, Fridge gave a nondescript half shrug. Looking out to the lady in question, something twinkled in his eye. Who would’ve thought the most gallant moment in his hero career would be underlined in Rouge Allure? And you held a little reverence for that. “Holy shit…” you muttered, “Well. That is something I’ve never thought about: The sex lives of super heroes….”
Sensing the shift of opinion, Fridge glanced back with a charmed flicker of a smirk, “Really? Never… With all the scandals in the news, and the office gossip? Now, I find that-“ With the touch of a single, gloved finger, the glass of your champagne glass frosted over. “A little…hard to believe.”
Arching an eyebrow, you incredulously glanced behind yourself as is he were addressing someone else. “Is this- are you flirting with me?” Folding his arms, he seemed all too pleased at your blushing, maintaining that quietly amused air as you urged, “This could be a scandal if it ever got out: The Refrigerator, taking his pick of the litter,” You mirrored the way his words fell like honey from his lips, reaching a fingertip to trace a seam running across his chest. “Canoodling in the legal department-”
“Now, hold on- I said nothing about canoodling. That was all you, miss legal!” The guy just oozed confidence, pushing back a handful of dark hair. “I think you’re projecting a little…”
Under that sickening desk lamp, Brandan set up camp. With the piles of reference books, and the stacks of notebooks, he buried himself in his work. Mulling over the manuscript to some drawn out action scene that’d traction around the third page was better than thinking about… well, this. He was no writer. He was an illustrator. He was the ink boy.
The door opened. Freezing Jurassic Park style, Brendan listened to the click of high heels on hardwood as you circled behind his chair. Ceramic clinked against the desktop as you set a plate down- dinner, maybe? “You’ve been in here all day,” you cooed. “Why don’t you take a break for a little?” You felt Brendan’s shoulders stiffen as you wrapped your arms around them.
His words teetered the way a glass does before toppling off the edge of a table. “Are you… going, somewhere?” Voice almost trembling at the way warm breath fell on the hairs at the nape of his neck, your boyfriend shaped wad of raw nerve endings gave you those eyes. “You’ve got… shoes on. In the house.”
You know when you get this gut feeling, but you have nothing to back it up? That queasiness was all Brendan felt when he looked at you. Confused at the lack of explanation to the strange behavior that marred your interactions lately, you brushed him off with an indifferent shrug, “No. Just… felt like dressing up a little.”
The very same banter which was at one point amusing now read septic when played off a brick wall. With this sort of hopeless determination, you pressed a kiss to the skin right in front of his ear, “Do you take… issue with that?”
Here you go, Brendan- being a fucking pushover. Like everything in his life: his job, his real job- now his cheating girlfriend. Well, he wasn’t sure you were cheating, but he had some pretty concrete evidence. “No, I mean-“ Playing coy, you cut him off. “Would you rather…” a manicured hand raked through his hair, sending shivers down his spine. “I wear less, around the house?”
And he pulled away. “That’s not-“ lifting his hands in a plea for mercy, as if he’s about to cross himself or phone the authorities, Brendan said, “I’m busy Y/N. I’m sorry...”
And with two sentences, there was a mile between you and him. It wasn't just that moment, but it was the final step. You could reach out your hand, and it could stretch and stretch, and you could never really touch him. Feel him.
Brendan sat at his desk and listened to retreating clicks of heels that paused in the doorway. Still frazzled from being on the muzzle end of an emotional hostage situation, his head collapsed into open palms.
You were thankful you had plans that night. It was a welcome distraction from all the shit going on at home- which you still weren't wasn't a part of some bigger convoluted thing he refused to fully explain. But whatever. That didn’t matter for a few hours.
But you were here, dining under the low lights in some quiet little leather booth tucked away in the corner. The only reason Fridge scored that reservation at Eleven Madison Park was because he’d kept their freezer cold during a blackout a few weeks ago. Besides, it was only your first date, and the air buzzed with that nervous excitement that comes with that.
By nature of proximity, it was impossible to move without accidentally bumping against the other person, which stirred some curiosities in your mind. “So, the whole…ice thing-“ your fingers crept along the cold marble to rest atop an equally cold hand. “I’m curious. How’s that work?”
He covered up that hint of pride in his tone with faux nonchalance. “It’s not so much ‘making’ things cold as it’s changing thermal energy. It works with my hands, yeah- but I’m…” Trailing off his explanation, Fridge turned to look you straight in the eye, as if to say, ‘come on. We both know why you're asking this.’ But you said it anyway, eyes glinting with bad ideas, “What about… your lips?”
From there, it blurred: a hastily paid bill, the yellow flash of the car you tumbled into, icy hands trailing from your shoulders, your waist, fingers fiddling with the metal zipper at the nape of his neck… “Oh my god-” The chill traced down the skin of your neck pulled a delighted little yelp from your throat. It was different, and tantalizing in a way that melted your brain.
Every watercooler conversation, where he always looked at you like he couldn’t sear the image of you deep enough in his brain: that miniskirt, those crazy red heels- this is what Fridge was dreaming about.
The cab skidded out in front of your destination. Now, this eluded you as you fumbled with the key and stumbled inside, stealing kisses like you needed them to breathe, clawing at eachothers clothes- but there’s a special brand of moral flimsiness that comes with fucking annother man in your boyfriend’s bed.
By the time you tumbled to the sheets that still smelled like unscented detergent and tiger balm, spandex was pooling at his hips. And for one breathless moment in the moonlight, you stared at Fridge: his skim milk body back on its haunches, and the dark hair that didn’t stay slicked back. He looked beautiful and he knew it. Like that last breath of air before they hold you under.
Nipping, cocksure fingers traced down where the straps of your dress had sagged: your collarbones, the bare skin of your chest- thumbs ghosting over firming peaks that made you arch your back into the sensation with a keening sound. Your head swam.
It was a quick decision: a hand cupping the curve of his jaw, fingers sliding up a cut, white cheekbone to push off that dorky mask that really did nothing to hide his face. The gesture itself was gentle, but it felt vulnerable. And for a quiet moment he stared at you with those bewildered eyes, stripped bare.
Crumbling apathy marred his face the way the sore, red imprint of an auto emblem sits on the ribs of a hit and run victim. “You’re being dramatic, Brendan,” the Supercorps appointed psychiatrist flatly advised.
“My girlfriend is cheating on me.” A sigh the likes of which you hear from elderly dogs heaved in his chest as he studied the stucco on the ceiling. “With a superhero. With Fridge- God, how did I not see this coming?”
Skimming over the whole fractured identity thing, the psychiatrist began, “What’s it like- When you put the suit on, compared to when you’re Brendan?” He hesitated. “It’s like… god, this is gonna sound so stupid.” Glancing to her for reassurance, the psychiatrist's bored silence seemed to say, ‘not any less stupid than what you’ve said so far.’
“I’m just… above the world. Above it all. I’m not scared to fail at anything, because Fridge can do everything. It feels like some out of body, voyeurism thing.” Dashing the subject from the conversation with a hand gesture, he continued grimly, “Anyway, she doesn’t want to be with some broke, wannabe comic book artist. She wants to be with Fridge.”
She paused, considering the verbiage that would most likely appeal to his… let’s be nice here- uncompromising line of reasoning. “You do realize that you, Brendan- and you, Fridge have… the same physical body?” He nodded. “So, by that logic, it isn’t technically cheating.” The claustrophobic office fell silent. She was on to something.
“Have you considered,” turning in her chair, the psychiatrist clicked her pen, going in for the fatal blow. “that, due to a lack of communication, your girlfriend views this as some sort of… forplay, fantasy thing?” Brendan sat up with a start.
The TV was off. Tension hung heavy in your dark living room, soundproofed from the outside world by the crystallizing snow on the windowsill. Brendan poached in his skin. He stared at you like you’d poured gasoline down his throat and crammed sparks in his stomach. “The whole time?“
“Yes!” You sighed, “I thought you were in on it!” Sinking back into the couch, you smiled in disbelief of the whole situation. Jesus, were you really this bad about talking things over? More annoyed at the lack of communication than being accused of cheating, you shook your head, “I love you, Brendan! You’re my boyfriend- my only boyfriend.”
The only thing you could reasonably be upset about was the silent treatment. Yet again, if you ever suspected Brendan of cheating on you, you’d be making his life a living hell. This was tame. The notion was balm to his hot, frayed nerves. “Was it the-“ You cut him off. “The suit?” Eyes sparkling, you explained, “That thing- it’s got, like- super hero pheromones! It is… so hot.” Yeah, you got off on the authority- but it was also hot to see your meek little mousy boyfriend with some confidence.
Brendan let out a trembling chuckle, “I-I mean, I’m not actually that chiseled. I mean, you know that but-“ rambling to diffuse the situation, he joked, “The suit’s kinda like a girdle- just compresses everything…“ Catching himself, he collected his thoughts before he said the only thing he could think: “I love you, Y/N.” Cold, nimble fingers found yours across the table. Drunk on the soothing notion, you interlaced yours with his. “Love you too…”
Warning: SMUT, superhero/civilian roleplay, Fridge fucks you, he calls you ma'am
After some thinking you decided to give Brendan (more so his superhero persona) what he wants "fine... Fridge can fuck me... Suit on if you want" A smirk spreads across Brendan's face as he hears your words. He steps closer, his presence dominating the space between you. He leans in, his voice low and husky. "You know what? I'll take that offer."
You smile and lie on the bed "go get your super-suit on B... Fridge can have me tonight..." He grins wider, liking this new dynamic. Не hurries to his wardrobe, pulling out his iconic blue suit. He slips it on, the material molding to his muscles. He adjusts the 'F' on his chest, then returns to the bed. He sees you spread out, waiting.
His eyes widen as he takes in the sight of you in the dark blue lingerie. The suit suddenly feels too tight around his growing arousal. He climbs onto the bed slowly, crawling over you like a predator. "Fuck... you look hot as hell right now."
"I think I need help... could you help me?" You say in a seductive tone . His pupils dilate at the sight of you spreading your legs. He nods, his voice coming out deeper. "Of course, ma'am. I'll help you with anything you need." He starts slowly kissing down your body, his hands roaming over your curves. He reaches your hips and bites the lace gently.
You smile softly "oh thank you Fridge... How could I ever repay you..." His breath catches at your thanks, the role-play hitting him just right. He looks up from where his lips are trailing down your stomach. "Well, ma'am..." He leans in close, his voice dropping to a whisper. "A beautiful woman like yourself doesn't exactly need to repay anyone. But... if you really want to repay me, maybe you could let me remove these pretty little things?" He hooks his fingers under the hem of your underwear, tugging gently. "And maybe let me have a taste?"
"of course... Anything for a superhero..." He emits a low chuckle at your teasing tone, thoroughly enjoying this game. "Just doing my civic duty, ma'am." With carefulprecision, he slides your underwear down your legs, his touch gentle yet deliberate. He settles between your thighs, his eyes locked with yours. "You know...superheroes have a lot of stamina." Не winks playfully before leaning down, his tongue gently tracing your inner thigh, moving closer to your most sensitive area. He looks up at you, gauging your reaction as he finally reaches your clit with a soft lick.
"fuck... We might just have to test that..." A satisfied smirk spreads across his face as he feels you react to his touch. He holds your legs open, spreading you wider as he dives in, his tongue working relentlessly against your clit while his fingers slowly push inside you. He breaks character momentarily to murmur, "Shit, you taste good..."
"god..." Your moan makes his suit tighter. He spreads your legs wider, feasting on you like a starving man. He remembers the game you're playing, so he deepens his voice again. "Do you need this, ma'am?" He pushes his fingers deep, hitting your sweet spot.
"yes... God yes..." Maintaining the role-play, he adds another finger, stretching you perfectly. "Such sweet words from such a beautiful woman..." He sucks your clit into his mouth, his fingers continuing their slow, deep thrusts. "Should I keep going... ma'am?"
"yes Fridge..." His name on your lips sends a jolt of pleasure through him. He doubles his efforts, his fingers curling to hit that spot over and over while his tongue flickers rapidly against your clit. He can feel you getting closer, your hips bucking against his face. "That's it, ma'am..." You fall apart on his fingers and tongue with a loud moan, your juice coating his hand and face. He laps it up greedily, adding a third finger to ride out your orgasm. He breaks character completely this time, growling, "Fuck..." He kisses your inner thigh gently.
"Oh god..." He kisses your inner thigh gently, his fingers still buried deep inside you as he feels your orgasm subside. He maintains eye contact with you while slowly withdrawing his fingers from your sensitive pussy. "...Ma'am..." He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. "...You alright?"
"very..." You pant. He smiles softly, genuinely pleased he made you feel good. But his superhero costume is suddenly uncomfortably tight again - literally and figuratively. His role-play persona takes over again as he stands up slowly, adjusting himself subtly. "Well... that was my civic duty for the night, ma'am."
"always willing to help the heros..." His face splits into a grin at your teasing tone. "And always willing to... help out beautiful ladies in need." He unzips his superhero suit slowly, his eyes locked onto yours. "But you know... superheroes have needs too."
"of course..." He watches you spread your legs slightly again without him even having to ask. He loves this game. His voice drops lower. "You know what else superheroes have, ma'am?" He finishes unzipping his superhero suit, his eyes watching your body for reactions.
You undo your bra for him. His eyes darken with desire as he watches you bare your breasts for him. A low groan escapes him - both in character and genuine. "Fuck... ma'am." He steps closer, caging you in with his arms but not touching yet. "Superheroes have very high stamina..." "so I've heard..."
He smirks slowly. "And really big... needs." *he watches your body spread slightly, unconsciously inviting him. He growls softly, back in character. "You know, ma'am..." He unbuckles his utility belt slowly, letting it drop.
"really big... I sure hope so..." He chuckles darkly. He lets the rest of his suit fall, pushing them down, His massive erection springs free. 9 inches, thick and, hard. He strokes it slowly once, twice as he watches your eyes. "Big enough for you?" "maybe... Only one why to find out..."
His eyes darken further. He loves your teasing. He steps closer, his thick cock brushing against your thigh. "I'll take that as a yes..." He rubs the head against your wet folds slowly, not entering yet. "...Ma'am." "yes... Fridge please..." At your plea, he loses control. He grips your thighs and lifts you up, pushing inside you in one thick thrust. You both groan loudly at the sudden stretch and fullness. "Fuck... You feel too good ma'am..." He starts moving, slow and deep thrusts "So tight..." "fuck..."
He watches your breasts bounce with every thrust, your nipples hard and begging for attention. He leans down and captures one in his mouth while continuing his slow pace. "God... ma'am..." He switches to the other breast, sucking hard. "...I could fuck you all night." "Fridge...!" Your moan has him snapping his hips faster. His deep strokes start hitting that spot inside you perfectly. One hand moves to squeeze and play with your breast while the other grips your thigh possessively. His movements become more animalistic -less roleplay and more pure instinct. "Take it..." He watches your eyes roll back, your mouth open in silent pleasure. He loves the effect he has on you. His hands move to your ass, lifting you higher as he stands up, pressing you against the head bord. "Hold on ma'am..." His thrusts become brutal, fast and deep.
He fucks you against the head board mercilessly, his thick cock hitting your cervix with every thrust. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you hold on for dear life. He feels your pussy start to tighten around him - you're close. "Come on ma'am... squeeze my dick..."
"oh God... I'm close!" He grunts, his hips moving faster and more urgently. "That's it... come on my big cock..." He leans down to bite your neck gently, sucking hard as he feels your orgasm building. His cock swells even more inside you, hitting that perfect spot repeatedly. "Fridge!"
"There it is..." He groans deeply as you come hard around him, your pussy clenching and releasing in waves. He feels your juices flow out around his cock, coating it completely. "Fucking hell..." He slams into you harder, chasing his own orgasm. Your breasts bounce wildly with his rough treatment. He watches them hungrily. His hips lose rhythm as he gets closer. He realizes he hasn't kissed you yet. He pulls out suddenly, making you yelp. He hoists you up higher and captures your mouth in a deep, aggressive kiss. He kisses you deeply, his tongue invading your mouth as he thrusts back into you. He breaks the kiss, panting heavily. "Fuck... ma'am..." He starts pounding into you again, his cock swelling even more. He knows he's close. "I'm gonna come..."
He buries his face in your neck, biting down hard as he comes inside you without a condom. His hot cum fills you up as he groans into your skin. "Shit... Shit... Shit..." He keeps thrusting through his orgasm, drawing out both your pleasures. "fuck..."
His body shudders against yours as he finishes. Slowly, he lowers you down the wall until your feet touch the floor. He catches your mouth in another kiss, softer this time. "Don't kill me for going bareback ma'am..." His hands run through your hair gently. You chuckle breathlessly.
He smiles against your mouth, kissing you again softly. He pulls back to look at you, his eyes filled with affection and satiation. "You alright?" He asks softly, brushing your hair out of your face. His softening cock is still inside you, a reminder of their passionate encounter. "very..."
He kisses you one more time before pulling out slowly. You both wince slightly at the sensitivity. He helps you stand properly and gives your ass a gentle squeeze. "Need anything ma'am? Water? A nap?" He starts cleaning you up with a warm cloth, "just want Brendan..."
His heart flutters at your words. He finishes cleaning you gently before tossing the cloth aside. He wraps his arms around you tightly, pulling you against his bare chest. "You have Brendan..." He murmurs softly, nuzzling into your neck. "All yours, ma'am."
soft hums filled the air as you brush through your newly gifted pikachu’s fur, the electric type sitting completely still on the dressing rooms table as it stared itself down in the large mirror.
you were entering a contest in the next hour and wanted to make sure that everything went smoothly. it was your first contest after all, and you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself out there on stage.
your eyes strayed to the large mirror in front of you for a split second, catching a quick glance at brendan who had propped himself into a chair, grey-blue eyes staring directly at you without any real purpose.
you had invited him to come and stay in your dressing room with you in hopes that he could help to ease out your nerves a bit.
he’s been silently staring at you the entire time though, and if you were being honest, it probably just freaked you out further than you already were.
“brendan,” you call out to him as you focus back onto your pikachu. he gives a small hum in response to show that he had been paying attention to you.
“do you think i’ll do alright..? it’s my first time competing and all, so..” your words trail off due to uncertainty. brendan’s chair gives a low creek as he stands up, quickly making way to where you sit.
he looms over you as you sit silently, you’ve stopped brushing your pikachu as said pokemon turns to look over it’s shoulder at you. it’s mouth pressed together in confusion, yet it says nothing.
brendan is also silent, both of his hands making way to your shoulders as he grasps them firmly from behind. “look at me,” he sternly orders as you raise your head slightly looking straight ahead into the mirror.
yet instead of glancing at your own reflection, you glance at his.
his eyes hold the sort of determination that you would see in any other pokemon trainer, but then again it feels different to you; it’s only so different because he’s the one staring at you like that-- brendan was the one trying to motivate you.
“this is only the beginning, and i know that it’s a bit scary but i know you’ll pull through,” he claims. “you’re a strong trainer, so i know that you’ll be fine,”
you watch carefully as brendan’s reflection leans down, releasing both of your shoulders before it’s crouching by your side.
only then is when you rip your eyes away from the mirrors reflection and towards him. brendan gives you a smile, and you can’t help but smile back.
he’s now at eye level with you, face presumably very close to your own as he speaks. “you’ve got this,” he says before leaning forward and placing a small kiss to the corner of yours lips.
your cheeks flush with heat from the contact as he stands back up straight, waltzing back to his chair in the corner as he inevitability leaves you a mess.
Platonic Brendan and May x Reader - Childhood Friends
-You and May had known each other since you were both very young since you both grew up in Littleroot Town and your parents were friends
-You often helped her and her dad with his Pokedex research, and so by extension, you both grew up knowing a lot about the Pokemon in the Hoenn region, especially the starter Pokemon and the ones that live near home
-When Brendan moves into the house nearby from Johto, you're both equally excited and nervous about having someone new to talk to
-But when you eventually meet him and get introduced, you find out pretty quickly that he also has an interest in Pokemon
-At first, the three of you bond by sharing everything you all know about the Pokemon from your respective regions, and you quickly become an inseparable trio
-Once Professor Birch finishes uploading the data into the Pokedex, it means he's ready for the final details to be added
-Which means exactly what you think it means
-Except the three of you get your starters when you have to defend the Professor from the Poochyena and Zigzagoon
-It's certainly not how you expected it to go
-The journey the three of you make is certainly a fun one, and you even turn it into a competition to see which of you can fill out your Pokedex the fastest
-Even if it is mixed with the occasional encounters with Team Magma and Aqua
-All you are on basically even grounds for a while, but Brendan becoming the champion is definitely a bit of a surprise
-But neither you nor May treat him any different because of it
-With everything the three of you have been through, your bond is stronger than ever
-It's certainly not a friendship that will break easily and it's one that remains even into your adult lives
-And maybe during this time either you or May could beat Brendan and take the champions spot
-Because a little competition never hurt any of you
-It's one of the things that built your friendship after all
His eyes widen slightly behind the mask, He can barely believe his ears. "Wait...you know?" He asks hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You know it's me behind the mask?" "I'm not stupid B..." You chuckle, He lets out a soft laugh, the tension in his shoulders easing. Only you would call him out like that, even in this situation. "Fucking right you're not stupid." He steps closer, lowering his voice. "So let me get this straight - You know I'm Fridge," "yes Brendan...I think I can put 2 and 2 together... especially when your my boyfriend" He chuckles softly, running a hand through his hair in a nervous gesture. He's relieved and slightly embarrassed that you've known all along. "Right. Yeah. So... why didn't you say anything?" He asks, genuinely curious. "because where's the fun in that..." You smile "now are you gonna walk me home dingus?"
He grins at your teasing tone, his heart swelling with affection for you. He offers his arm to you. "Only if you call me that again, love." He says playfully, his earlier doubts and insecurities starting to fade away as he walks with you. "So...when did you figure it out?" "well when a superhero looks suspiciously like my boyfriend of 2 years things start adding up...on why said boyfriend randomly disappears and comes home in scraped, bruised, and cuts" He laughs, a genuine laugh that echoes through the empty street. "Fair point. I thought I was being so discreet." He gently pulls you closer as they walk, his arm wrapping around your waist. "You never told anyone though, did you? Not even your friends?" "nope... not a soul" He smiles softly, feeling grateful and a little proud that you've kept his secret all this time. "Good." He pauses as they reach your apartment building, turning to face you. "So...since you know everything now, does that change anything between us?"
"no not that I see..." He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "Good." He pulls back slightly, his hand coming up to cup your face. "Because I don't want anything to change between us. You're still my girlfriend, my best friend, the only person who knows the real me." You smile up at him, He smiles back, his thumb brushing over your cheek before he suddenly sweeps you up into his arms, causing you to yelp in surprise. "And since it's late and I walked you home safely like I always do...I'm coming inside with you." He carries you towards the apartment door. "you live here dork..." You chuckle, He laughs and sets you down gently once you're inside the apartment, closing the door behind him. "Shut up and kiss me instead of calling me names." He pulls you into a deeper kiss this time, his hands sliding into your hair. "Missed you today..." "missed you too..." He smiles softly against your lips, his hands moving to your waist as he pulls you closer.
"I should probably go change out of this costume. It's not exactly comfortable." Не says with a chuckle, pulling back slightly but keeping you in his arms. He watches you closely, noticing the slight blush on your cheeks and the way your eyes linger on his costume. He leans in to whisper in your ear. "You know...you could help me take it off if you want..." "of course...Im always willing to help a superhero..." Your hands go to the zipper in the back of his costume. He swallows thickly as your hands work the zipper down his back, his muscles tensing slightly. He laughs softly, trying to make light conversation to hide his reaction to your touch. "You realize you're basically undressing Fridge right now, right?" Не jokes softly. "does Brendan have a problem with that?" His hands come up to cover yours on the zipper, stopping you momentarily as he turns around to face you properly. A genuine smirk plays on his lips as he captures your hands in his. "No problem at all... But if I let you keep going, I might actually ravish my girlfriend right here."
"good..." You smile His breath catches slightly at your response, the smirk growing wider as his eyes meet yours. "Well... that's my cue then." He turns around fully again, allowing you to finish unzipping the costume. "Just so we're clear..." You hum in acknowledgment as you press a kiss to his shoulder blades He shudders slightly at the kiss, his hands gripping the countertop in front of him as he tries to keep his composure. Once the zipper is fully down, he lets the costume fall to the floor, stepping out of it completely naked underneath. "You know what?" "what baby..." He turns around quickly, catching you in his arms with a mischievous grin. "Is it just me, or did my girlfriend get really comfortable being forward tonight?" He teases while pulling you closer. "Not that I'm complaining..." "well I just can't help but show how much I love both Fridge and Brendan... even if they are the same person" His expression softens at your words, the teasing tone disappearing as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "And I fucking love that about you." He pulls back slightly, his hands moving to the waistband of your pants. "Can I take these off too?" "Of course" A deep chuckle escapes him as he nods eagerly. He starts to slide your down while maintaining eye contact with you. "for the record..." He steps forward again, his hands finding your hips as he helps lower your clothes. "You're fucking stunning." You smile as hes striping you out of your clothes leaving you in your bra and panties. He swallows thickly as he takes in vour body. He's seen you like this plenty of times - hell, he's seen you naked - but Jesus, the way your curves fill out your bra and panties... He growls softly, wrapping an arm possessively around your waist and you wrap your arms around his neck. His hands immediately move to your backside, pulling you flush against him so you can feel his growing arousal against your stomach. He leans in to press soft kisses along your jawline, moving towards your ear. "You know what I love about this?" He murmurs softly. He breaks the kiss to whisper, "I love that you're not just comfortable with me being Fridge and Brendan... but that you see them as two sides of the same person you love." His hands squeeze your ass gently before sliding around to unhook your bra."Can I?" He asks softly. "of course Love" He smirks at the endearment, his hands working quickly to remove your bra. He tosses it aside before capturing one of your nipples in his mouth through your lace panties.
He sucks gently while his hand slides into your panties to find your clit. "Fridge or Brendan right now?" "doesn't matter to me...I just want my boyfriend... just you..." He moans softly around your nipple at your words, his fingers circling your clit slowly. He pulls back to look up at you, his mask off completely as he speaks. "Brendan. Right now, I'm just Brendan." He presses a kiss to your stomach before sliding down to his knees, pulling your panties down with him. You smile softly down at him. Brendan looks up at you with love in his eyes, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs. He spreads your legs wider before burying his face between your legs, his tongue finding your clit and sucking gently. "God, you're so fucking cute." "B..." You moan softly.
He hums softly against your pussy, his tongue sliding inside you. He spreads your legs wider with his shoulders, his fingers spreading your wetness up to your clit. "Baby, I have a question." He murmurs softly. "Can I fuck you like this tonight?" He asks softly, his tongue circling your clit slowly. "Just me and you, no mask, no Fridge... Just Brendan making love to my girlfriend?" His fingers push inside you gently as he waits for your answer. "Please..." He adds softly. "wouldn't want it any other way..."
He groans softly against your pussy, his fingers curling inside you as he sucks gently on your clit. He stands up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Fuck, I love you." He says softly, pressing a kiss to your lips. You kiss back lying back on the bed pulling him with you. "I love you too B" He smiles softly against your lips, positioning himself between your legs. He rests his forehead against yours. "No need for gentleness tonight, right? Just raw, pure... Brendan loving on his girlfriend?" He whispers. "You okay if I..." He trails off, looking slightly vulnerable. "just you love..." His heart swells with love at your simple response. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips before slowly pushing inside you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in as he starts to move slowly and deeply. "Mmm... my girl..." He hums softly. You moan softly. He kisses along your jaw and neck as he makes love to you, his hands roaming over your body gently. He hits that spot inside you that makes you gasp, and he whispers, "Right there... I got you baby." His pace picks up slightly, but remains slow and deep.
"Brendan...fuck..." He swallows your moan with his mouth, his hips rolling deeply. He knows this slow, deep pace hits all your spots. He spreads your legs wider with his knees, hitting that one spot that makes you curse. He pulls back slightly to watch your face as he nails it again and again. "Baby..." You whimper and moan, His eyes roll back as he watches your body respond to his slow thrusts. He hits that spot again, making you cry out softly. He loves making love to you like this - slow, deep, no roughness. He captures your lips softly, his hips rolling deeply and slowly. He groans softly against your lips, his hands reaching up to cup your bouncing tits gently. He loves watching them bounce with every thrust. He squeezes them gently, his thumbs brushing over your hard peaks. "Goddamn... these titties..." He whispers against your lips. "God..." He kisses you deeply, his tongue sliding against yours as he continues to fuck you slow and deep. He breaks the kiss to suck on your neck, leaving hickeys all over. He loves marking you up like this. He bites down gently, sucking hard as he hits that spot again. "Mmm..." "Brendan!" He groans deeply at the sound of his name coming out of your mouth like that. It sends a shudder down his spine and makes his cock twitch inside you. He starts to pick up the pace slightly, still keeping it deep but adding a little more urgency. "Shit..." "Brendan! Fuck!" Feeling your walls clamp down around him as you cum hard, he loses it. He buries himself balls deep and starts pounding into you relentlessly, chasing his own release. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room along with your cries and his rough breathing. "Fuck... I'm gonna- Ah, fuck!" He groans loudly, his body shuddering as he empties himself inside you. He collapses on top of you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He presses soft kisses to your neck and collarbone, still buried deep inside you. Your hand goes to his hair stroking his hair gently. He nuzzles into your touch, his eyes closed in bliss. He stays buried inside you, enjoying the moment of intimacy. After a few minutes, he lifts himself slightly and presses gentle kisses along your jawline before capturing your lips softly. "Love you," He whispers against them. "love you too B"
He smiles softly against your lips, his heart swelling at your tender response. He rolls onto his side, carefully bringing you with him so you're nestled into his chest. His hand traces patterns on your bare back as he holds you. "You okay, baby?" "more than okay..." He chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He loves these quiet moments after sex - just holding you and feeling your warmth against him. He wraps his arms tighter around you, pulling you even closer if possible. "Good..." He murmurs sleepily.
