OHHH okay!! Im gonna be so real, I almost forgot ZA existed lol! Can I request hot stuff, be mine, and cutie (if you’re able to do 3 in 1) with platonic corbeau and the reader, and specifically with him as the ler? He gives ler vibes and I’m so here for it!! -⚡️
{Candy Heart Prompts are officially CLOSED!}
FRIEND! :D Listen- full disclosure, confession time and all that: I've yet to meet Corbeau in the game. SO- if this reads OOC for him, bear with me! That said, Bulbapedia had some summary of who he is as a person, so I think the general vibes of it all works? I hope you like it all the same!
Hot Stuff: "Come over here and make me!" + Be Mine: "Oh that is IT! Come here!" + Cutie: "You can't hide from me. I can hear you laughing!"
Your heart was racing. You covered your mouth with both hands as you heard his familiar steps enter the office.
“(Y/N).” He spoke softly, dangerously. You struggled to mute your giggles as his feet approached. “You can’t hide from me. I can hear you laughing.”
A giggle escaped, and his legs came to a halt before the opening of his desk. Slowly, he kneeled down so he could peer at you beneath it, raising a dark brow as you burst into nervous giggles. “Found you.” He deadpanned. “Care to come out?”
“Cohoohme in here and mahahake me!” You shot back, grinning around your hands. An impressed look passed over his features then. You never were afraid to mouth off to anyone- not even the Rust Syndicate’s respected boss. Part of the reason Corbeau kept you around was because of how unnerved you were by him and his power.
That didn’t mean he was above using it on you, though.
“Come here.” He grabbed you by an ankle, dragging you out like a cat dragged from a blanket. You squealed with shock, sliding on your back until he was looming over you. “Looks like once again, I’m gonna have to remind you just who you’re talking to.”
“Cohohohorbeaahhau! Cohohorbeahaahau-ehehehahhahahahah!” You were laughing hysterically well before he touched you. A single hand finger walked up your torso, poking your belly before making a detour to your ribs. “Nahahhahhhaha! Dohohohoohn’t tiihihihihkcle meehhehehe!”
“Why not? It’s the only thing that words on a mouthy thing like you.” He chided, a hint of a smile in his voice despite his serious expression. He brought his other hand in, worming his fingers up both your sides and making you thrash about. Just barely you avoided hitting your head on the walls of his desk, making him pause.
“That won’t do..” He grabbed you by your belt loops and pulled you further out, taking a seat on your thighs. “Perfect.”
“Nohohoht peheheherfect! NOHOHOT PEHEHHERFECT!” You shrieked with laughter as he dug into your sides properly, fingers skillfully prodding into your tickle spots with past expertise. You shoved at his chest, slapped at his arms. At one point you’d successfully messed up his hair and sent his glasses flying. This was fairly light compared to the time you accidentally sucker punched him in the nose. “COHOHOHORBEEHEHEHAU!”
“Those were expensive, you know.” He tsked at his tossed away frames, flipping his fringe away from his face as he dug into your belly. You all but shrieked like a banshee, kicking the ground the best you could with him on your legs. “Luckily I own several pairs. With you around, I have too.”
“AHAHAHS YOU SHOHOHOHULD! EhAHHAHAAH! I’M NOHOHOT CHEHAP!” You cackled, arching when he pressed into your hips. “OHOHOKAY, OHOHOKAY STAHHAP!”
He did, and you gasped for air beneath him. His hands rested politely on your belly, poised with threat but unmoving. “Got anything else you want to say?”
“Ehehe…hehe..so-soohohhrry for throwing your glahahahsses.” You smiled sheepishly, face warming when he stared you down. “Ahahnd for chahahnging your rihihngtone to Sahhabrina Cahahrpehehenter.”
“Thank you. Next time, think before you act.” He stood up, retrieving his glasses from the floor with a huff. “Expresso is beyond overplayed. You could have at least picked something from her newer album.”
“How about Manchild? It’d fit you.” You grinned, then took off running for the hills when he shot you a look. You were gonna pay for that one, certainly.
