#corbeau x reader

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[wegotfoodathome]

Corbeau x AFAB! Reader x Grisham short

Cw: slight religious symbolism, men, smut, they want that cookie (you) so bad

Tagging @godserene for a little treat when you wake up 🫶

Corbeau sunk his teeth into your neck the same time Grisham pursed his lips and sucked on your clit. You moaned, any thrashing halted by Corbeau’s grip around your front, keeping you perfectly in place in his lap. Your legs were forced open by Grisham, his palms pushing and digging into your thighs.

“Mhm- you make such pretty noises.” Corbeau spoke against the tender bite mark, gentle pain ebbing down your shoulder

In agreement, Grisham hummed into your pussy. He looked up at you, red eyes trained on your own, as he pulled off you to smile. A sticky trail still connected his lips to your wet clit. “Like our own personal choir of angels, welcoming us to heaven.”

Corbeau snickered, “It’s always you and the Catholicism.” He moved slowly from one side of your neck to the other, tip of his nose trailing across the back of your neck. “But I can’t argue with that. Aren’t they heavenly?” Taking the soft flesh of your ear between his teeth, he pulled gently, working another small whimper out of you.

“Yes.” Grisham’s attention bounced between your face and pussy, drooling at the sight. “The sweetest fruit, worth savoring every bite.” He suddenly buried his face between your legs again with a loud, long hum. “Like salvation between their legs.”

“Hey,” Corbeau reached for Grisham, his pale hand tangling into his hair, but otherwise resting there. “Don’t be too greedy. I want a turn after you.”

“You’ll get your turn.” His words vibrated against your core. Grisham eyed you again, and you felt him smirk. “They can take us both. Can’t you, love? Don’t you want us both to touch you? To taste you?”

You nodded, your hips stammering as Grisham licked a slow, long stripe up your pussy. “Y-yes.”

Corbeau’s erection poked at your back as you writhed, a delicious groan coming from him. “That’s right.” He hissed through his teeth, pulling on Grisham’s hair, forcing him deeper against your pussy. “You’re ours. Made just for us.” His lips trailed down the side of your face and across your neck, warm breath making your hairs stand on end.

Grisham lapped at your clit hungrily, and you couldn’t stop from moaning. His fingers dug into your thighs, long nails definitely leaving marks.

“Say it.” Corbeau demanded, teeth grazing an already sensitive mark on your shoulder. “I want to hear you. Tell us who you belong to.”

Your head spun, you couldn’t focus on any one sensation. “Y-yours.” You moaned again as Corbeau’s free hand trailed up your chest. “Gris- Beau-“ Corbeau pinched your nipple between his fingertips, and you arched agasint his chest. You were unbearably close, pleasure pulsing up your spine. “I’m yours.”

Suddenly, Corbeau tore Grisham off you. Both you and him moaned, though for entirely different reasons.

You cried for Corbeau, writhing in his arms. “H-hey-!

“Don’t worry, Angel.” He hummed against your ear. You could feel the cruel smile on his lips. “Your ours, remember? We have all night to take care of you.”

You looked down at Grisham. His mouth was left wide and he was panting. He tried to fight against Corbeau’s grip, but Corbeau simply pulled harder.

“Hey, Gris, Buddy. I told you; don’t be greedy.” In moments, Grisham was shoved to the side, and you were pushed onto your stomach, the mattress creaking under you. Corbeau guided your hips up as he kneeled behind you, hot breath practically burning against your pussy. “I want my salvation, too.”

With that, he buried his head between your legs.

[twunkishwritingclub]

PLZA Imagine: Going to Corbeau after Urbain's Portrayal (GN Reader)

Context: This is about Urbain disbanding Team MZ to join his nepo baby CEO job, and the reader has severe trust issues that leave them absolutely wrecked afterwards 

When one of his grunts anxiously informed him that you were here to see him, Corbeau was already a little confused. You had started visiting him more and more lately - to his absolute delight, though good luck getting him to admit that - but the shakiness of their voice and the odd hour had him on edge. Corbeau was very fond of you, so much so that he couldn't even hide it anymore. There was a reason why he called you sunshine. To him, you were the brightest star in all of Lumiose, so when you stepped out of the elevator with obvious tear tracks on your face and a haunted look in your eyes, it hit him like a blow to the stomach. 

“Hey Corbeau..” You said, voice raw with emotions as you wiped away tears, “Can we talk for a bit? Something happened and I didn't want to go to anyone else.”

He'll admit that some part of his was giddy about you only coming to him, but it was immediately swallowed up by worry and pure protective instincts. He shot up from his chair and rounded the desk with alarming speed, ushering you towards the couch as he told Philippe to bring out the tea set. 

As he sat down beside you on the couch, his eyes were trained on you. Philippe gently placed the tea set in front of you and said that he'd give you two space, to which you thanked him gratefully. In Corbeau’s mind, it was a testament to your character that even when you're clearly hurt you still make an effort to be kind. But many other things were going through his mind too, namely potential revenge plans for whoever caused you this much distress.

“What happened, sunshine?” He asked, eyes and voice so soft, so unlike his usual bravado, that it took your breath away.

Your lips quivered as you told him that Urbain was disbanding Team MZ. Corbeau jerked back a bit. 

“What!? Why would he do that??”

“He got bottle-fed a CEO position at Quasartico Inc because of his mom or something, so now he's abandoning everything to focus on that instead.” You rolled your eyes, your frustration clear as day before your face fell into a look of deep sadness. 

“I just- I know that it's probably dumb, but I'm so hurt by this. Urbain knows about my trust issues and he promised me that he wouldn't do anything, and now he's not just betraying me but our entire group because he found a better gig?” 

Your voice cracked and tears began to pour down your face as you spoke, and Corbeau was halfway between comforting you and planning Urbain's downfall in his head. 

“I-I thought I meant something to him!” You sobbed, “He said that I did! But then he goes and does what everyone else has, dumped me at the soonest opportunity! Does anyone even want me around or-”

“I do.” Corbeau interjected, voice strained with stress, both from his anger towards Urbain and heartbreak at watching you cry. 

You smiled weakly and took a minute to wipe your tears.

“Thank you. That's why I came here. I haven't even told the rest of Team MZ yet, I just sped here as soon as he pissed me off.” 

Despite himself, Corbeau smiled a little smugly.

“Well, it's good to know that I'm your number one guy.” He joked to lighten the mood, though it was far less of a joke than he'd care to admit. 

After smiling at him, you sighed and rested your elbow on the couch arm, hunching forward and cupping your forehead in stress. 

“It's just- it's such bullshit.” You sniffled, “When I want a position at the Rust Syndicate I have to ‘think about my friends’, but when Urbain gets handed a CEO position out of pure nepotism he gets to throw everything we had away?” 

“You… wanted the position I offered you?” Corbeau raised his eyebrow at you.

“Yeah.. you mean a lot to me. Much more than I apparently mean to anyone else.”

“If you want I'd be happy to put him in even deeper debt this time. Only this time he won't have you to bail him out.” He smiled wickedly, like a cheeky Arbok, “Ooor, I can ruin this fancy new CEO position for him.”

“Corbeau!” You giggled, making his heart flutter as your radiant smile reappeared, “As satisfying as that would be right now, maybe hold off.”

You teasingly looked to the side as if contemplating something.

“Though, depending on how things go with him from here, don't take that option off the table just yet.”

Arceus above, you really are perfect, aren't you. Anyone else would have run for the hills when they saw him and here you are, an angel still playing along with his games. You would be so perfect at his side, the queen/king of the Rust Syndicate as he got to care for you like you truly deserve-

“Thank you so much, Corbeau. There's a reason why I came to you.” You blushed a little and bashfully avoided his eyes. 

“It's my pleasure.” He said, trying to put on a suave front despite how hard his heart was beating, “Whatever I can do for you, consider it done.”

With his fingertips he gently lifted your chin to look him in the eyes. And despite your face being red from crying, he still looked at you so lovingly. It went against everything you had learned, especially given that he was basically a Mafia boss, but he made you feel safe in a way that you had never experienced.

“I know you have issues with being abandoned. Trust me, as a former street kid I get it. But you're not alone anymore. And no matter what bullshit you're going through, nothing comes before you now, ‘kay? You will always be my top priority, and I'll spend however long I need to prove that to you.”

Your face flushed bright red and fresh tears clouded your eyes, though you blinked them away so you could see if there was any malice in his. There wasn't. 

“I love you, Corbeau.” 

The words escaped your mouth before you could process them, and though you tried to flee after you realized what you had just said, Corbeau just chuckled.

“Not exactly how I pictured us getting together, but I'll take it. Anything for you, sugar.” 💜

[wegotfoodathome]

Corbeau who takes your last name when you get married send tweet

[wegotfoodathome]

Dadbeau X Reader but angst 😈

After the birth of your son, Corbeau faces some latent childhood trauma

Cw: children, abandonment, men, Corbeau starts off in a mood, arguments

You woke up alone.

Corbeau was gone from his side of the bed, as was your son from his bassinet. A very mild panic flooded your nerves, but you did your best to calm your hormonal mind.

(Nothing horrible had happened while you were asleep- your son probably began to cry, which woke Corbeau up, and he decided to handle it in another room. Everything was fine.)

Still, despite your best efforts, and overall exhaustion from having a newborn in the house, you couldn’t seem to fall back asleep. You tossed and turned as long as you could handle before conceding to your curiosity and climbing out of bed.

The house was eerily quiet, each of your footsteps creaking against the wooden floorboards. Luckily, you didn’t have to go far, warm light flooding into the hallway from the nursery.

You peeked through the cracked door, lingering around the threshold. Inside, Corbeau was on the rocking chair, your sleeping son cradled against his bare chest. His head hung down to face your son. Between the dark hair curtaining over his face, and the lamp behind Corbeau casting him in shadow, you couldn’t really make out his expression, but you could feel how tense he was. The air felt wrong, uptight and uninviting, his knee bouncing rapidly with energy,

The door creaked as you pushed it open. “Corbeau?”

His head shot up, eyes wide, grip tightening on the baby. He scanned you over, before letting out a low scoff. “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” You stepped into the nursery, but stopped just inside the room.

“It’s alright.” He hung his head again.

It was silent, save for the creaking of the floorboard as Corbeau bounced his knee. You were on edge, despite your best effort to relax, your stomach churning uncomfortably. When you spoke, your voice was quiet, and you convinced yourself it was because you didn’t want to wake your baby. “Is…is everything okay?”

The answer didn’t come immediately. What felt like minutes was only about 10 seconds.

“Yeah.” Corbeau murmured, lifting his head enough for his eyes to meet yours. “He was fussing, so I took care of it. Didn’t want to wake you.”

“I see.” You shifted on your feet, “thank you.”

“Mhm.” He nodded. “Go back to bed, Sunshine. I know how tired you’ve been. You need the rest.” Corbeau lowered his gaze again, like the conversation was over with that.

Sucking in your cheek, you took another step forward. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes. I’m fine.” While he kept his head down, you could still make out the tightening of his jaw. “Just…tired.”

“You really don’t seem fine.”

Corbeau scoffed under his breath, “Well, I am. You can go back to bed.”

You scoffed now, anger bubbling up despite your concern. This wasn’t the first time you’d seen Corbeau in a mood, but it didn’t sit well that he was dismissing you so easily. “You’re not acting okay.”

Corbeau suddenly hissed your name and snapped up at you, eyes large and wild. “It’s fine.” He scowled, voice raising through his throat. “Just go back to bed already.”

“Stop telling me to go back to bed!” Your anger surprised both of you, but not enough to stop you from blurting out some more. “Why are you suddenly shutting me out? I thought we were in this together- you’re holding our son! Why can’t you just tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing's wrong!” Corbeau’s voice ripped through the nursery. “Why don’t you just leave me alone and stop bothering me?”

Silence followed, his words echoing across the walls and then in your head. Your heart twisted painfully, sudden tears pricking at your vision.

How could he just say that?

Soft whines broke through the silence, quickly crescendoing into wails. Your son was crying, clearly having beat you to it.

Corbeau looked down at the baby, back to you, and then back down again. His features shifted from anger, to anguish, and then into panic.

“Oh- oh my Arceus- I-i didn’t mean.” Corbeau stammered. “What the fuck is wrong with me-“ He looked down to his feet, his breathing rapidly becoming unsteady. “Shit. I-I’m a monster-“

A particularly loud wail made Corbeau flinch. He froze entirely, terrified in a way you’d never seen him before. Your heart broke.

Instinctively, you closed the distance, and wrapped him in your arms, despite your own woes. “You’re not a monster.”

“I made you both cry.” He whimpered. His body was tense as he refused to let himself relax into your arms. “I’m the worst fucking father in the world.”

“No.” You pulled away to look at him, but he kept his head hung low. Your son continued to cry, pudgy face contorted uncomfortably. The wails were borderline ear splitting, and you couldn’t think past the noise. “Hey, let’s just- let’s just calm him down, okay?”

Before he could answer, you took your son into your arms. Corbeau buried his face in his shaky hands.

Luckily, It didn’t take long to calm your son back down. Gentle coos as you rocked him did the trick, his sobs wavering as he fell back asleep in your arms, too tired to keep himself awake any longer. Once you were confident enough in your son’s sleepy state, you carefully laid him in his crib.

Then, you turned to Corbeau. He was exactly as you left him, hunched over and shaking. You came up to the chair, stopping in front of him. Corbeau gave you no reaction, so you put a hand on his shoulder. “Beau.”

He didn’t respond. Your patience was thin, but you held out until he finally answered, mumbling low into his palms. “I’m sorry.”

“Will you tell me what’s going on?” Leaning forward, you rested your forehead on his, hoping to ground him, at least slightly. “Whatever it is, you’re not alone in this. Please don’t shut me out.”

Corbeau whined. “I just…” He inhaled, shaky and nervous. “I’m sorry, it’s stupid. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

“It’s not stupid.” You mumbled. “It’s okay, just, please, Corbeau, talk to me.”

He swallowed. It took him another long moment for him to find his voice. “It’s just that, I don’t know. Whenever I look at our son, I see this sweet, innocent baby, and I can’t imagine ever leaving him on the streets to fucking starve.”

…oh.

Corbeau continued. “How could anyone, as a parent, leave an innocent life- your own child- on the street, I - I don’t understand. Why would my parents do that to me?”

You pulled away, kneeling down to his level. He wasn’t crying, but he looked as if he could. “Beau.”

“How could they be so heartless?”

You swallowed.

You didn’t know what to say.

There wasn’t much you could say. No one would ever know why his parents did what they did, that was part of the pain that, clearly, had been weighing heavy on Corbeau the past few days.

“I’m sorry, beau.” You pulled him into the crook of your neck. He went, wrapping his arms around you, shaking hands grasping onto the back of your sleep shirt.

“I just want to give him everything, but I’m already making him fucking cry. Maybe I did deserve to be left to die.”

“No, don’t say that. You didn’t mean to, and babies cry all the time, for everything.”

Corbeau shook his head, a tear falling down his cheek, and down your shoulder. “I just want to be a good parent.”

“You are a good parent.” You sighed, kissing his head. “You’re a great dad, you care so much about him.”

He sighed. It was obvious he didn’t believe you, and you weren’t sure you could say anything to convince him, not at this very moment, anyway. You were exhausted yourself, and had the same concerns about your own parenting skills.

You opted instead to pull him closer, to hold him tighter through his pain. “Listen, we’re both tired. We can talk about it more in the morning, okay?” You told him, combing a hand through his hair. “You shouldn’t trust your thoughts after two in the morning, anyway.”

Corbeau chuckled weakly, but the lighthearted moment fell flat quickly. “I’m sorry. I can’t believe I made you cry too.”

“It’s alright.” You pressed your head further into his. “You can make breakfast in the morning.”

“I’ll make you breakfast forever, whatever you want. Just please don’t give up on me.”

“I’m not going to leave you, Beau.” You sighed. “But you have to let me in, I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

His grip tightened, almost painfully so. “I know, I just…I’m sorry. I want to take care of you, both of you, and be the man you need. I shouldn’t be getting upset over this shit.”

“You are enough, Corbeau.” You kissed the side of his face. “Please, believe me when I say that.”

He stammered, but a response never came. Instead, he just held you back, like you were a lifeline he needed to keep going. Maybe you were, at that moment.

“Yeah,” he finally said, “let’s go back to bed.”

[wegotfoodathome]

Nothing burger Corbeau comfort 💜✌️

Reader is #depressed but it’s not specified why

Corbeau’s mattress was sunken with your shape. You could count on one hand the number of times you’d climbed out of bed in the past 12 hours- you simply didn’t have the energy to do anything else.

Corbeau didn’t mind your episode. He never did.

Beside you, Corbeau typed away at his laptop, situated comfortably underneath his lap desk with his back against the headboard. Your head was buried in the plush pillows, stomach to the mattress. The sound of him working, fingers dancing across the keys accompanied by the occasional thoughtful hum or grunt, eased some of the melancholy haunting you, though, you couldn’t seem to completely shake the woe that weighed down your heart.

You turned your head onto its side, facing Corbeau. His expression was firm with concentration- lips slightly forward in a pout, eyes narrowed in on his laptop- fiercely handsome. As if he felt your stare, Corbeau looked over. He softened to smile at you.

“Hey.” He reached over and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Hey.” You leaned into his touch. Corbeau noticed, caressing your jaw with his knuckles.

He didn’t ask how you were holding up, he already knew the answer. Instead: “Can I do anything for you?”

“No.”

Corbeau’s hand ran down your back, trailing affectionately across your spine. Slowly, he began rubbing your back, palm pressing against the sore muscles. “You’ll let me know if you need something, yeah?”

You closed your eyes. “Just…keep doing this.”

“Can do.” He hummed, beginning to scratch with his fingertips. You immediately felt more relaxed, closing your eyes with an involuntary sigh.

Corbeau continued as your eyes shut, and you drifted in and out of sleep. You weren’t sure how much time passed, just that your eyes were heavy when Corbeau did stop. His laptop dinged, and he removed his hand suddenly, typing again.

You sighed, burying your head back in the pillow. “You don’t have to stay here with me. I know you’re busy.”

“Huh?” He continued typing for a moment. When he stopped, his hand found its place on your back again, fingers scratching between your shoulder blades. “What do you mean? It’s fine, I can work from here.”

“I don’t want to inconvenience you.”

“You’re not.” The mattress shifted as he leaned in and kissed your temple. “I want to be with you.”

“Beau..” you faced him again. The look in his eyes was gentle, but so sincere.

“You’re my partner, after all.” Corbeau kissed your forehead. “I’m happy as long as I’m with you.”

You didn’t have the energy to do anything other than mumble, “I love you.”

“I love you.” He sat back upright, gently patting your back. “But you might not love me tomorrow.”

In response, you raised a brow.

“I’m not letting you spend all day in bed tomorrow. I can’t let you rot here, sunshine. But, today, you can rest.”

[l1brarian]

Guys hey guys girl chat sit down for the love of GOD can we stop putting our OCs in the X reader tag? EXPECIALLY Corbeau x reader tag? Cuz it’s gets to a point where it’s no longer ‘reader’ and it becomes just your poorly shoehorned in OC. Like no, I am in-fact not a pale fucking brunette with green eyes and soft skin. I am Rayquaza in human fucking form. on the topic of corbeau.. STOP PUTTING HIM IN EVERY FUCKING POKEMON TAG ON THIS HELLSITE. Istfg I’ve seen atleast 12 fics/HCs of JUST HIM in Pokemon SW+SH. 🤩 like..like wow! I didint know they updated SWSH to put a new character in after all these years!!😍😍 USE THE PROPER TAGS. IN TIRED OF SEEING FEM READER X CORBEAU IN MY NB!READER X RIHHAN FICS. I DONT WANNA SEE THAT TWINK LET ME GOOOOOOOOO👹👹👹👹👹

Like I get it, you want more recognition to your fics and like- earn your popularity girl! But also. Use proper tags. The amounts of blogs I’ve blocked out of sheer RAGE cuz they keep posting in the wrong tags is saddening. Anyways bye am gonna go be whore to fictional man ✌🏼

[evatori]

have whatever this is! no proofreading or anything. this was supposed to be corbeau talking you through it, but it went a different direction so I might go back and write another one.

nsfw

mild degradation, gn!reader

Corbeau didn’t need his glasses to know you were an absolute vision before him. All you could do was shiver underneath him as he dragged a finger up and down your spine, his cock sheathed deep inside your heat, as you dropped your head into the sheets.

“Move already,” you whined, muffled a little by the smooth silk.

“Hmm, now why would I go and do that?” he smirked, amused at your impatience. Your groan of frustration was adorable, almost making up for your earlier impudence. Almost.

“N-no. I just thought… I’ve been so good for you I thought you wouldn’t tease me like you usually do.”

“Like I usually do?” Corbeau echoed, cocking his head to the side. "That's news to me. I’m starting to think your work ethic isn’t as good as I thought it was. Perhaps letting you stay with Team MZ was the correct decision after all.”

He leaned down, practically breathing out the words right into your ear, “I'll give you two options then like I did back then: either be my obedient little cocksleeve or my obedient little hole.” The way you shivered and clenched around him was delicious, even better than the many fine delicacies he’s tried over the years, and when you pushed your hips back at him, hands fisting into the sheets below, Corbeau had his answer, albeit not the kind he wanted.

He clicked his tongue, tugging your head back by your hair.

“Use your words, sunshine. You know what kind of man I am.”

He would never understand how he got so lucky, getting to see you in a way no one else could. Strong and noble in public, wanton and desperate in the sanctuary of his bed.

“Pl-please I’ll do anything, I’ll be a good little hole. You can use my body how you want, however long you want. I need you.”

What a lover he’d found himself.

“That’s a good whore, telling me exactly how you want it,” he cooed, releasing your hair and petting your head soothingly, “I’ll take care of you tonight.” Corbeau drew his hips back and thrust forward as your back arched, and your ragged moan rang through his bedroom.

“I always do.”

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writer's block is killing me and also i've been having tons of fun playing pokemon scarlet and black lmao