22 years old / Call me Tori, all pronouns / Fandoms: Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, Baldur's Gate 3, Dragon Age Veilguard, Pokemon Sword and Shield, Pokemon Legends ZA, The Legend of Zelda and Fields of Mistria. Requests CLOSED temporarily and matchups are OPEN, please check my Blog Introduction and the link provided next to my Matchup section for details
This is the fanfiction sideblog of my main @twunkish-cleric // Call me Tori! I'm 23 years old and use all pronouns - somewhere between bisexual and ace, and nonbinary-genderfluid, though I use She/They pronouns. I'm also neurodivergent and chronically ill, with things like autism, asthma and joint pain, so I'm totally cool writing for those things btw đ
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Current Obsessions: Witch Hat Atelier, Avatar, Castlevania
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Witch Hat Atelier
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One Piece Live Action
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đź I've started dabbling in writing smut and NSFW, but I'm not comfortable taking requests for that yet
This is my first smut EVER. Like ever. So please be nice to me. I like it raunchy so I hope itâs not weird. Please enjoy!
Content: Adaman x reader, protective Adaman, Subby Adaman, tit sucking, male masturbation, kinda smell kink, pnv, he loves you very much, mutual pining, kinda proof read. Iâm not good at grammar. Im new to adding content warnings so please let me know if I missed anything important!
Summary: You had come back from quite the rough night in the Hisuian wilds. Luckily, Adaman is here to take care of you! What you donât know is that the poor boy has it bad for you. So bad that he canât sleep at night.
Word count: 5512
Adaman was always thinking of you. Always. Even when he didnât mean to! Your face, your voice, the very concept of you always found a way to worm into his head. But honestly, how could he not have you on his mind. Youâve been an absolute angel, a wonder that descended from the heavens. Literally.
Your willingness to help was almost suspicious. Life in Hisui revolved around survival. To find someone willing to stick their neck out for others, without some kind of ulterior motive, was few and far between. While the communities of both clans were well more than civilized, the wild was a whole other arena. It wasnât unheard of for people to go missing. Groups would go out into the Hisuian wilds, and only half would return.
Whether it be raging alpha Pokemon, the climate, or worse, leaving people behind to save your own skin was a common issue.
But youâŠ
You thought differently.
You always gave it your all in helping the community in both the Diamond and Pearl clans. And while Adaman preferred to keep you to himself and the Diamond clan, he saw it was better for the survival of all to let you do as you wish. He knew better than to get in your way. Why would he after all youâve done. Youâve busted you ass left and right. Youâve helped set up base camps with your own hands in the scorching heat. Youâve put yourself in danger and quelled the frenzied Pokemon.
Youâve even gone as far as to show the people of the Diamond Clan your beloved Pokemon. Seeing the look on the childrenâs faces always warmed your heart. Kneeling down as you unleash your Rowlet from its ball, you watch as the fear melts from their faces and turns to pure joy. Your chest swells and flutters as you let the children play with Rowlet. They chase him and playing games, sometimes even going as far as to feeding him.
From just across the way, Adaman watches. A smile creeps up on his face as he observes. Nobody here deserves you. You were so patient, never losing your temper, never raising your voice.
In Adamanâs eyes, it was quite the commendable trait to have, and only one of the many reasons he loved you. You were stunning. Breathtaking. Almighty Sinnoh, your beauty is divine. Your kindness knows no end, your generosity no bounds. Even when youâre borderline exhausted, against all odds you still manage to help those in need.
More than once heâs seen you limping around. The ache clinging to your muscles was evident, the bags under your eyes were growing darker by each sleepless night. But the second your eyes catch his, youâre all smiles and cheer.
He doesnât know how you do it. Itâs amazes him. Your dedication, your commitment, it makes his heart throb.
Along with a few other thingsâŠ
At one point in time however, the pain had become too much for you to bear.
After a particularly horrific night of catching every possible ghost type for Laventon, you were spent. Adaman had made the trip to Jubilife Village for some business⊠but seeing as you had just arrivedâŠ
He approached you with exhilaration, feeling as if he were walking on air. Each step was in sync with his heart, every beat drawing him closer to you.
âMy my, if it isnât my favorite Galaxy Team member! I was hoping I would run into-â
His voice faded in the gentle wind. You looked drained, utterly and completely. Your steps were heavy, dragging across the dirt path, leaving patterns in your wake. Your eyes fought to stay open, every blink leaving your vision cloudy. The slight stink of sweat clung to your form. All that running through the night left you shaken.
âOh dear⊠you donât look so good. A-⊠are you alright?â Adaman ventured, raising a gentle hand in attempts to examine you.
âOh⊠AdamanâŠâ A yawn got caught in your throat, cutting off your words. Your words were light, your mind struggled to form sentences.
Adaman raises a brow, a look that was quite common for him. He shifts his weight to one side, taking a good long look at your clothes. They were tattered and torn, stained with dirt and⊠wait was that dried blood??
âAâŠha⊠yeah. This wonât do at all. Youâre coming with me.â He demands, leaving no room for protest. He grabs your hand, dragging you behind him. In your half asleep state, you almost topple over.
âHmm⊠a-AUGH!â You trail behind him, his pace not letting up. Adaman marches over to a food stall. He grabs your shoulders, and sits you down at the table. You sit down with an âoofâ as your bottom hits the seat. Your world was being shaken a little too much to your liking.
âHey, what gives??â You yell, or at least try to. Really you donât have the energy to complain. Your body screams in relief now that you have a place to sit. You let yourself collapse on the table, leaning forward and stretching your arms out. The texture of the word is rough and irritates your skin. Though, you couldnât really give a damn about it. Someone could tell you that this was a pillow, and youâd believe them.
You donât know how many minutes went by before the sweet savory scent of something invaded your nose. Like a wild pokemon, you sniff softly before opening your eyes. âOdd⊠I donât even remember closing my eyes.â You thought⊠have you really been this tired?
You hiss as the blinding light of day assaults your eyes. As they adjust to your surroundings, youâre met with wonderful surprise. The clashing of blue and muted green, and a plentiful plate of potato mochi.
You sit up, rubbing your eyes to try to wake yourself, groaning as you do so. You glance up, seeing Adaman resting his chin in the palm of his hand. His eyes hold protective intent, and it sends a shiver down your spine.
âAfter this youâre going straight to bed.â He shoves the plate closer, prompting you to eat. Even then, your stubbornness to assist others was still front and center in your mind.
âI- I canât just eat and go to bed. I still have to report to Cyllene about-â Adaman remains firm in his stance, refusing to allow you to push yourself any further.
âI wonât hear it! You are to eat and turn in for the night!â Adaman dictated, crossing his arms.
âAnd that is final.â
You look down at the table, the potato mochi giving comfort to your eyes but not your mind. âHave I done something wrong?â He had never raised his voice at you, and it made you want to hide away in some sense. You were never a child when it came to conflict, but something about it being Adaman made your stomach twist.
Adaman could somewhat sense your discomfort, your silence speaking volumes. His eyes became gentle, watching your already tired body shrink even further.
He sighed, leaning forward with elbows on the table. He hung his head low, that pesky little strand of blue he could never tie up caught your eye. Like a magikarp to a lure your eyes were his again. Seeing you look so defeated, from his own words too⊠it made his chest ache with heavy guilt. Adaman let out a breath.
âIâm sorry for scolding you⊠but I canât bear the thought of you being sent out on another assignment.â He admits, like it was some special secret. Hearing the tremor in his voice coaxed you out of stupor, and drops your guard.
âYouâve been working yourself to the bone and beyond that. Your body needs rest⊠and I want you to get a solid nights sleep and a good meal.â He gestures to the food in front of you.
âConsider it a small token of my gratitude on behalf of the Diamond Clan⊠for everything youâve done⊠please.â The last plea came out as a whisper. His mind was begging you to take his offering. To him, this was the same as offering precious treasure to the Almighty Sinnoh. Nothing is too much if itâs for you.
Heâd drop to his hands and knees and worship the ground you walked on. Just say the word and itâs done. So like he would for the Almighty Sinnoh, he begs you to accept his offering.
Your gaze peered back down to the fresh potato mochi. It was a very tantalizing tribute indeed. The thought of crunching on the crispy outer shell and savoring the fluffy inside⊠it was enough to make your mouth water.
One slow blink later, and you have your chopsticks in hand. Adaman let out a sigh of relief through his nose, resting his cheek further into his hand. He knew you didnât have the mental strength to pay attention to anything else but your meal, so he opted to watch over you.
The soft crackle of the mochi being bitten was the only sound he wanted to hear. That and the occasional hum in delight wasnât too bad either.
With every bite, the life slowly returned to your eyes, and Adamanâs grew warmer the more you gained strength. If it were up to him, heâd be sitting right next to you. Heâd nuzzle into your hair, and trail kisses down your cheek, praising you on a hard days work.
If it were his way, heâd tuck you into your futon, but not before giving you a warm bath and scrubbing you clean.
If he could, and if your body wasnât aching, heâd lay you down gently. Heâd look into your eyes as he undresses you. Adaman would touch you everywhere. Heâs replayed the scene so many times, he has a certain order on how he would do it.
Starting with you head, calloused hands would cup your face. Nimble fingers would trail down your neck and over your shoulders. Feeling you quiver beneath his touch makes his heart race, tempting him further. Going down the valley of your breast, his hands would cup under and up, giving them a gentle squeeze.
Just thinking about what he could do makes his tongue impatient. He wouldnât be able to stop himself. Adaman would dive right in and start sucking. His lips would latch onto your nipple, and hearing your sweet moans would be the only motivation he needs.
Heâd suck and suck and suck and suck until he was dizzy. Switching between flicking your nipple and rolling over it slowly with his tongue was such a hard decision. So why not both. Heâd slobber all over you so much that your tits would be glistening in his spit. Thereâs so much he wants to do to you. Touch you, lick you, kiss you, love you, fuck you and-
âAdamanâŠâ your sleepy voice knocks him out of his thoughts so hard itâs borderline sobering.
âAh- yes yes? Are you done?â he sputters out, his facing flaming warm. He can feel it, the heat from his own cheeks against his hand as he shakes the thoughts away.
He looks at your plate. Empty. Not a single crumb left behind, like it had been licked clean. The flash of an idea of your tongue struck his subconscious. A pleasant warm shiver rolls over him, and he does his best to make it unknown to you.
âI see youâve eaten⊠good.â Still recovering from his mental fuck session, he stands up. Thank Almighty Sinnoh above that his clothes are baggy⊠or the raging boner would be very awkward to explain.
Your eyes follow him, and you assume you should get up. Itâs a struggle. As you attempt to swing your legs over the bench seat, the tightness in your muscles doubled. It seems that as you were resting, your body was cramping up. A dull pain slams your lower body and quickly turns sharp and wicked. Your hand flies to the edge of the table to ground yourself, and your throat erupts with strangled breathes.
Adaman is quick to react, immediately coming to your aid. Horny thoughts be damned, you were in pain, and he needed to be there for you.
âDonât move anymore! Just⊠sit down for a minuteâŠâ his voice was laced with concern, and his hands slowly eased your quivering body back down. Your breaths were labored, but you allowed yourself a moment of peace.
âI-⊠Iâm ok, I promise. I just got up a little too quicklyâŠâ you explain, before he could bombard you with questions about your state. The last thing you wanted to do was worry himâŠ
Adaman had gone through the trouble of feeding you⊠you didnât want to add anything else on top of it. You allowed yourself to sit in uncomfortable silence for a few seconds before bracing to stand up again. Your grip tightened around the edge of the table, and Adaman could see the look of determination in your eyes.
âWait, hold on now! No need to over exert yourself.â He raises his hands, a silent gesture for you to stop your actions. You huff, shaking your head.
Adaman only frowns, his brows turned upward ever so slightly. A heartbroken look in his eyes swims in warm pools of chocolate irises.
Heâs so beautifulâŠ
Just his expression alone has you wanting to fall to your knees and cry. A deep fierce force tugs on your heartstrings, and a long winded breath escapes you. You hope Adaman excuses it to you just being tired.
He places a kind hand on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing slowly back and forth. You lean into his touch, and Adamanâs pulse picks up pace.
âI still have to report to Cyllene⊠sheâs still waiting for meâŠâ you protest, trying once more to rise to your feet. Adaman removes his hand, brows furrowed as he scoffs at your stubbornness.
âYou just donât know when to stop, do you.â He groans disapprovingly. Heâs had enough of your frustrating tenacity.
One moment youâre sat, and the next moment youâre in the air. A pair of strong arms had scooped you up so effortlessly. You yelp, briefly bewildered from the sudden change. Adaman had one arm under your knees, and the other around your waist. The proximity was sending electric shock waves through your nerves, your face lit up in blush.
âHeâs close. So close⊠Iâm in his armsâŠâ
âIâm taking you home, and youâre going to rest.â He states. No arguments here. Thereâs no point.
He walked with purpose to your little living quarters. Though it were only just across the path, it felt like an eternity. Time slowed around the Diamond Clan leader, and you wonder if it were something divine.
Your head rested against his chest, just below his neck. He smelled so good. A lethal mixture of natural musk and pine with a dash of rain water. You breathed in deeply, framing it as fatigue.
Much to your dismay, the two of you arrived at your front door. He had positioned you to open it, and strolled inside.
Like magic, seeing the inside of your quarters zapped away all motivation to leave. Adaman sensed this, feeling your body melt in his arms.
Once at your futon, he laid you down slowly. You wince at the change in position, but sigh in ecstasy when your head hits the pillow. Adaman grins at your comfort, reaching around and covering your form in a blanket. As it reaches your chin, you pull it up and around yourself further. You hum in pleasure at the softness of the material caressing your face.
Daringly, Adaman reaches out and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. Itâs uncertain and trembling, making his action all the more powerful.
âIâll talk to Cyllene about you taking a few days off to recover. And I expect you to take them.â His words are stern, but thereâs genuine care backing them up. You finally roll over in defeat, accepting his demands.
âFine fine⊠Iâll listen.â You waved the white flag. Your body was all too comfortable, and Adaman all too sweet for you to argue any further.
âHmph! Damn right you will!â He huffs in triumph. He crosses his arms, that same grin morphing into a smug smirk.
You donât remember his shoulders being that broad⊠or biteableâŠ
You shake off your thoughts with a breathless chuckle. Rolling your eyes, you turn to your side, back now facing him. Adaman knew that he should leave you be, but even then a part of him wished he could stay. Alas, he had business to attend to with the Galaxy Team. He took your sleepy silence as his cue to exit.
Taking one last glance at you comfy in bed, he made his way to the door. Padded steps could be heard across the floor, and you panicked hearing them grow faint. Quickly, you turned right before he left.
âAdamanâŠ!â
The call of his name caused him to turn your way. He stood there, waiting for any request you throw at him. âAnything for youâŠâ
The words got caught in your throat, your brain begging you to say something to him. You spouted out the only thing that made sense in the moment.
âT- thank you for your help today!â
Great. Now you sound like a bumbling idiot.
You wanted to crawl under your blanket and die. Let yourself succumb to your lassitude to prevent any further shame.
Adamanâs chest swelled with adoration. The rhythm deep within him was disrupted, the tempo picking up a few beats. Suddenly oxygen felt lacking. He silently took in extra breath, trying to quell the frenzy in his heart.
âThereâs no need to thank me. I just wanted to help out a lov-â he stumbled. His tongue worked faster than his mind could control. Adaman had to backpedal, lest he risk the friendship you two cultivated. Quickly now! Time was ticking!
Swiftly, and messily so, he spout out something that hopefully made sense.
âLong time friend! Yes, Iâm always willing to lend a hand!â
âŠ
He wanted to throw himself at a rabid ursaluna. Let it maul him to pieces until nothing remained. That seemed like a fitting end to his story after this ghastly fumble.
Perhaps his vision was bad, or a trick of the imagination, but you looked⊠disappointed.
Your smile faltered, and you averted your gaze to the plush of your futon.
âYeah⊠thanks.â Though the tremor in your voice was subtle, that didnât compare to the earthquake in your heart. It cracked like heated glass, fractured but not shattered.
You thought it best to roll over and go to sleep. Seeing you get comfortable once more, Adaman left, but not before whispering a hushed âgoodnightâ
Beyond the door, Adaman berated himself. Leaning up, back against the wood, he hung his head low. His hands were balled into fists against his head, knuckles turning white. Almighty Sinnoh above, how he wished he could go back in time. Reset and start over so he could take his words right out of the air. Yet at the end of day⊠he must respect all that has happened in times past. All of it.
The air had grown colder as night had long fallen over Hisui. Adaman was now by himself. He had been for hours, but even now he couldnât get his mind off of you. Your very being has plagued him, every thought was consumed by you. The Diamond Clan leader was left powerless by your playful mystique. It frustrates him to no end, now tossing and turning in his bed, sleep invading him.
You just wonât leave him aloneâŠ
While he was talking to Cyllene about the now quelled lords, he was thinking of you.
When he was leaving Jubilife Village, he was thinking of you.
On the long walk back to the Diamond Clan, thinking of you.
During meal time in the late afternoon, thinking of you.
Thinking thinking thinking, always thinking of you.
Adaman grumbled as he turned to his side, then the other. Equally grassy and ocean hued hair fell over his eyes as he settled on his back. The ceiling was quite interesting tonightâŠ
He worried for you, praying to the divine above that you were resting well⊠unlike himself. In his mind, he pictured your sleeping face. Your gorgeous eyes are elegantly shut, your blankets rising and falling with every breath. The moon illuminates your room, bathing you in its glow. Hard working hands now at a stand still. How he wishes he could hold them right now during your restful slumber.
To watch over you would be the highest honor to Adaman. Heâd keep your hair out of your face, ease you out of nightmares, kiss your knuckles and worship every part of you. Every partâŠ
If you asked him to devote this night to you, he wouldnât hesitate. Heâd unveil you from your blankets, crawling on top of you to keep in warmth. Slender fingers intertwine with yours, and they clasp together in unity.
Adaman tossed and turned, bringing a hand to his warming face. His clothes feel uncomfortably tight⊠perhaps this new position will aid him.
He would kiss down the expanse of your neck. Your tired, but knowing, eyes drill into his. You had commanded this of him, and he was eager to deliver. Down your neck his lips traveled, landing on your collar bone to leave little bites. Your whimpers of approval spurred him on, his tongue dragging across your bitten skin. He can taste the sweat from your hard work, and itâs better than anything heâs ever tasted.
No. Stop it. Stop. Cease at once!
Adaman closes his eyes, letting a shaky breath go. Now matter what he did, your face wouldnât leave him. The more he fought, the more lewd it became. Other side now, he flipped, heâll simply ignore it. Heâll shut his eyes and fall asleep, and heâll wake up cured of his frenzy.
Adaman gave his pillow a quick fluff, resting his head back down. He allowed his breathing to slow, and his muscles loosen. There was no aching in his chest. There was certainly no throbbing between his thighs. If he paid no mind, then it shall leave him.
âŠ
âŠ
âŠ
The images of you persist. Far greater than he expected. More than he could ever dream of.
Flashes of you, bare against him, flooded his subconscious. There was so much⊠the grinding, the moaning, desperate please for release. Sweat soaked bodies and shivering spines, spit coated lips and flushed faces. The indecent âplap plap plapâ of your bodies colliding in the most delicious way until you both reach your peak and-
âUGH!â Adaman sat up, hands deep in his hair while he shook back and forth, like scrubbing the thoughts from his scalp will save him. Breaths ragged and body antsy, she slowly uncovered himself. Letting go of the covers, his hand trailed down his head and over his mouth.
He was hard. Throbbingly hard. He didnât want to stoop so low, he so desperately didnât. The temptation was agonizingly strong. But there was no sleeping this off⊠and he knew it.
âAlmighty Sinnoh, forgive meâŠâ was his last cognitive thought.
He shimmied off his bottom garb, just so the hem rest around his knees. His cock sprang free, slapping against his lower tummy. He pulsed and ached with need, already dripping.
Seeing his leaky tip made him gasp. On his back, he reached down and grasped his length. Adaman hissed in pleasure as the heat spread through his lower half.
He started pumping slowly, head tilting back and letting out a needy moan. His tip glistened with pre, and he used his thumb to spread it around.
Your tongue traced around the plump shape of his head. Slow and teasing, you lap at him like a popsicle. Up and down, from base to tip and back again. He could feel himself twitch against your tongue, and he whimpers as it traces upward.
You swirled your tongue around his tip. The slow circles draw out sweet noises from Adaman. He whimpers and bucks his hips upward. The quiet plea for you to take him in your mouth did not go unnoticed by you. You look so conniving, the look in your eyes saying that youâll own him.
âPlease⊠use meâŠâ
So you do.
Your lips wrap around him like a vice as you take him into your mouth. A warm shiver wreaked its way through his body, and he covered his eyes with his arm. His jaw fell open as a strand of strangled moans flew out. The sounds you both make are obscene. His pathetic moans laced with the sloppy sounds of your sucking was enough to make him cum. But he shouldnât. No. He wants to hold out for you.
Adaman pumped faster, panting, gasping for air while drool slips from his lip. His mouth hangs open still, moaning like a bitch in heat as he fucks his fist. His back arches deliciously off the futon. His mind imprints the image of your mouth sucking him off in motion with the âshlick shlick shlickâ of his hand.
He cracks a brown eye open. Hes never been this hard before. It only served to boost his libido.
He turns to his pillow in a meager attempt to muffle his noises. The visions he saw⊠they were so lewd, and growing by the second. Adaman spreads his legs wider, thighs parting from each other while his balls jerk up with every motion. Damn you for being so beautiful. Damn you for filling his head with obscenities. Damn you for being so-
Youâre above him now. Breasts fully on display while your sopping entrance nestles the tip of his cock. It presses against you, and you keen at the connection. Adaman doesnât dare touch you, no, heâs not worthy of touching you. You were a blessing from the Almighty Sinnoh itself, sent on a mission to drain him of his seed.
Your hands pin down his wrists, and he whimpers, heart bursting. His cock throbs with anticipation, tapping anxiously against your folds. Adamanâs brain is fried, only being filled with thoughts of fucking you full. So full until youâre overflowing and drips everywhere. He wants to see it. To wants to see his essence dribble out of you.
âPlease⊠please⊠take me in⊠Iâll do anything.â His words are slurred between speech and a groan. Adaman cant get a word out without sounding like a dumb lovesick boy.
You finally grant him mercy.
Gradually, you let yourself sink upon him. Past the tip and down his shaft, your pussy sucks him in. And Adaman⊠poor Adaman weeps with elation.
âA- Ahh..! Thank you. Thank you thank you thankyouthankyouthankyou-â
Youâre so warm inside, it takes all the strength he can muster to not blow his load in that very moment. Inch by agonizing inch you take him. The stretch of his cock is exhilarating, acting as its own aphrodisiac. The deeper he goes, the greater your depravity intensifies. You reach the very bottom, his whole length now snug inside you. You shiver from the fullness, he fits so perfectly inside. You can feel Adaman fighting his desire. The twitch of his dick was impossible to ignore.
You chuckle faintly, laughing at his waning restraint. You release his wrists. Your hands trail down his arms and down his sides. His skin ignites in goosebumps, and he quivers in their wake. Further and further south they travel until you lean back, reaching his knees.
âWha⊠what exactly are you do-ING! Ah~â Any symbol of reasonable thought is thrown out the window. Violently, you bounce on him. The mixture of your slick and his pre makes it easy move. Itâs the perfect conditions to rise up and slam yourself down. Adaman is reduced to a jumble of moaning and begging. You ride him like heâs your personal dildo, nothing more than a toy to get yourself off on.
âPlap plap plapâ you went as your ass meets his thighs. The sounds alone send Adaman into a spiral. You lean forward, shoving your tits in his face. He gasps, his warm breath fanning the skin.
âSuck.â
Adaman wastes no time. His mouth latches to you nipple, and he sucks with great fervor. You moan with delight, and the reaction is immediate. Your body responds, clenching around him tighter with every slam of your sinful hips. Adaman whimpers with his mouth full, and his effort doubled.
Your eyes catch a glimpse of his fucked out state. Pathetic brown eyes were glazed over in tears, half lidded. He was fighting for his life. His tongue was working wonders, swirling, and flicking, and lapping at all he could reach. His noised were downright pornographic, the smack of wet lips against soft skin, and labored breathes in between was breaking your defenses.
Adamanâs lungs beg for air, the burning in his chest is too great. His mouth parts from your breast, an a strand of saliva connects from lips to nipple. Brown eyes grow dark, pupils eclipse the iris as it dilates with lust.
âOh⊠my⊠oh my-â he stumbles, his own tongue forgetting how to move to speak rather than to suck. You coo at his clumsiness, running your hand through the depths of his hair. Adaman lets out a breath, the sensation of your fingers paired with your grinding was electric. His head was spinning, body like liquid magma, hot and melting against you.
Your hand reaches further, grabbing suddenly. Yanking backward, you force his eyes to look upon your own.
âA-agh!~â The tension of your tug was a new feeling, adding to the cocktail of pleasuring sensations.
With Adaman distracted, you crash your lips onto his. He yips in surprise, the noise being muffled by your own lips. His guard being down, you slide your tongue into his mouth and claim it as yours. He submits quickly, not even attempting to put up a fight. Heâs too lost in bliss to care. Itâs messy, all lips and tongue while all he can do is cry against your mouth. You soak up every one of his noises. It only fuels you.
Adaman is right where he needs to be, pants down, soaked in sweat, with your body on top of his.
Brown eyes flash open when he feels a change in your pace. You grind your hips down, cock fully in you to the base. The gooey tip rubs a certain spot in you that has you gushing. Your drive conquers rationality, and you continue to grind against him. Adaman is defenseless, his length being used like a toy sends him reeling. You donât want to stop, your clit drags against his pelvis too good to stop.
Adding a little bounce to your movement, he hits a deeper depth than before. Itâs detrimental to the multicolored man beneath you.
âHa-ha w-w-waitâŠ! Stop! If you do that I-⊠Iâll-â
âDo it!â You demand. Sanity has long left the both of you, allowing your minds to be consumed by carnal desires. Up down up down up down up down your pussy sucks on his cock. Itâs too good. Adaman canât resist. Up down up down up down up and-
âAh- Ah~â
He feels an undeniable twitch in his palm, hot and pulsing. Adamanâs back arches, and he throws his head back in ecstasy. Creamy white cum spout from his tip in ropes. One after another shoot and fall onto his tummy, each one longer than the last. His hand doesnât stop moving, wanting to milk himself of all heâs worth. He just wishes it was you. You you you, why couldnât all this be inside of you?!
He continues to work himself through it. Moans shifting into wild grunts and groans while he just keeps cumming. He throbs once more, the steady bursts of cum slowing down to a steady dribble. Drops of white leak down his shaft and onto his hand.
Adaman gasps for air, basking in the aftermath of his orgasm. Sweat kissed skin glimmers in candle light. He takes in labored breath, rationality slowly seeping back into is veins. His mind became clear, but oh so tired. His lids felt like lead, and his limbs became stone.
âPerhaps⊠this was what I needed.â
He knew heâd wake up to a gross sticky mess once morning came. However, the sweet scent of sleep was all too tempting. His eyes fluttered shut, and didnât open again. All thoughts faded in the dead of night, and his body falls silent.
His mind is his once again.
Until, he sees you in his dreams.
If you made it to the end Iâd like to say a big big thank you! My partner started playing Legends Arceus and I have not been able to get Adaman out of my mind. That being said, expect some Volo content coming soon!
GUYSSSS OMG I FOUND MY OLD BLOGGG!! I only had like three fics on there, but Iâm rather happy with how those came out, sooooo Iâm gonna edit them a bit and post them on here!!!
Hereâs one of them!
Sooooo, what if you got super stressed out and just broke after a super difficult mission?
This takes place after the battles with Palkia, Dialga, AND Girantina. So, you know that Volo was an ass and just used you. So, what if you feel like everyone else is using you?
Like no oneâs helping you and youâre stuck keeping Hisui safe by yourself? Youâre so stressed out and you just crack.
You groaned as you heard loud knocking at your door.
As soon as you stood up to answer it, it burst open to reveal Adaman.
âY/N!! We have a big emergency!â Adaman yelled at you, seemingly panicked about something. You yawned and then groaned out a reply, âWhatâs happening?â
âThereâs a huge time distortion right next to the Diamond Clan Village. We need some help guarding it just incase some big pokemon escape or someone gets trapped in it. Could you help us out?â He asked, honey-lavender hair covering his face as he panted.
You sighed and nodded your head, stretching your already sore limbs, accidentally hitting a fresh bruise on your lower thigh in the process.
You hissed quietly at the sudden impact.
âAre you okay?â Adaman asked.
You gave a strained smile as you nodded, âOf course Iâm okay. Letâs get going!â
A frown carved itself on your face as you looked at the size of the distortion.
It looked like it was about to swallow the entire village whole! It was no wonder why they needed so many people.
You stood next to Melli, who was also here for some extra protection. He looked annoyed, like he didnât want to be here. But you didnât blame him, you didnât wanna be here either.
âSo, youâre here too?â Melli asked, rolling his eyes as you.
You groaned quietly, not exactly in the mood to deal with him yet.
âI knew theyâd call me here, after all I am pretty great. But I didnât think itâd be so bad theyâd have to call upon a last resort!â He cackled, looking away from you.
You seethed as you held back a comeback.
The last thing you all needed right now is an argument..
Suddenly, you saw something moving in your peripheral vision.
You turned around completely to see a child stuck in the time distortion.
It looked frightened, an alpha Steelix chasing the child around. Were you the only who noticed? Were you the only one paying enough attention to know that a kid was stuck in there?
âHOLD ON KID! IâVE GOT YA!â You shouted aloud, running into the distortion. The kid looked at you, tears clouding his eyes. He looked scared, scarred even.
âEMPOLEON! USE HYDRO CANNON ON STEELIX!â You screamed as Empoleon flew out from his ball. You hoisted the child onto your shoulders, keeping him out of harms way as water shot from Empoleon onto the Steelix.
The Steelix let out a mighty roar, and used rock slide. Empoleon dodged, causing it to head towards you.
You quickly pushed the child out of the distortion, letting the large pile of rocks cover you.
And then, the distortion disappeared.
Empoleon came running to your side as the pile of rocks disappeared off of your body. The pain still remaining as your lungs were crushed by the immense amount of rock.
You looked at the child who was staring at you with wide eyes.
You smiled at him, and he ran back to his mother, who was practically sobbing in relief at the fact that her son was okay.
You put Empoleon back in his ball, and tried to stand up.
You succeeded, somewhat, and limped back over to Melli and the others, who were looking at you with shocked faces.
Irida was the first person to say anything.
âY/N! Oh thank the almighty sinnoh, I was so scared when I saw you fighting in there! Are you okay?â She quickly bombarded you with questions, seemingly concerned for you.
You gave her a small, albeit fake, smile and nodded. But, that soon faded away.
ââŠwhy didnât you guys come and help me out, out there?â You asked quietly.
They all gave each other nervous looks.
You sighed, and turned to walk away.
You shouldâve known not to trust them.
Not after Volo.
âWait, Y/N itâs not..â
âNot what?â You interrupted. âIf you guys wanted to see me get hurt, then youâve succeeded! No one, absolutely no one was watching the portal. Only I was. The kid couldâve been seriously hurt, hell maybe even dead if I didnât run in there and save him.â
You sucked in a breath through your teeth. âBut itâs fine. I should be used to this.â You laughed out sarcastically.
âI should be used to saving the day and getting hurt in the process. I should be used to none of you caring enough about me to help.â
Irida, Adaman, and Melli all shared nervous, yet ashamed looks.
âListen, Y/N, weâre sorry! We just didnât..â Adaman started, but you cut him off. âDIDNâT WHAT? Didnât care enough? Are you guys gonna be like Volo? Just use me for protection and throw me to the curb when Iâm not of use anymore?â You laughed dryly once again, throwing your hands up exasperatedly.
âBecause if you are, then leave me alone. Iâm so sick of it all. I get hurt every day, just so all of Hisui can be safe. Yet who cares? Absolutely. No one. The only one who shows even the littlest amount of caring about me, would be Dr. Laventon. Thatâs it.â
You huffed.
Your lungs hurt so bad..
You coughed, blood and grit splattering all over my hand.
They watched with you wide eyes.
âNow, if youâll excuse me? Iâm going home. I donât think I can stand being around any of you right nowâŠâ
With that, you called upon Braviary, and flew away. Their thoughtful, yet worried gazes glaring onto your back as you flew.
For my good friend, Shiro, who also requested an Adaman as well (in addition to the Lance story).
Little-moments to a confession, where Adaman is treated by the reader, who is a skilled doctor/pokemon healer). Packed with plenty of pining, and an oblivious reader XD.
Tagging: @vanillianbean (you know what? Melli is absolutely fun to write) and @bigguscheesius
Diamond Clan Settlement
Youâd only meant to pass through the Diamond Clan Settlement on your way back from treating a mud-splashed Sudowoodo in the Mirelands. A quick check-in, a polite wave, maybe a chat with Arezu before heading to Jubilife Village.
You did not expect to find Adaman sitting on a fallen log, shirt half-off, pressing a cloth to a bleeding cut along his ribs. Leafeon paced beside him anxiously, low, worried, growls vibrating in its throat.
âAdaman?â you gasped, dropping your satchel and kneeling beside him. âWhat happened?â
His head snapped up with shock,and relief, and something warmer flashing in his teal eyes. âYouâreâwait, youâre actually here? Now?â
âSeems so,â you said, already reaching for salves and clean bandages. âAnd youâre injured.â
âNothing serious,â he said quickly, a little too quickly. âJustâsome wild Stantler startled during a patrol.â
You peeled back the makeshift bandage. He hissed through his teeth.
âNot serious,â you repeated dryly.
He gave you a lopsided, almost sheepish grin. âOkay. Painful. But Iâve had worse.â
You snorted and began treating the wound with deft, practiced hands. He watched you closely. Not your work, but you. Your concentration, your touch, your voice murmuring to calm Leafeon.
His shoulders lowered, tension easing as though your presence alone steadied him.
When you finished, he exhaled slowly. â...Thank you.â
âOf course,â you said. âAnyone would have helped.â
He looked at you for a long moment.
âNo,â he said softly. âNot like you.â
You didnât notice the way he swallowed hard afterward. But Leafeon did.
(Coronet Highlands)
You spotted them before they spotted you. Adaman, looking extremely done with the world, and Melli dramatically lecturing Electrode about âproper etiquette for a Noble of such stature.â
Electrode vibrated in a way that suggested it was desperately trying not to explode out of irritation.
And then you saw the blood seeping through the bandages wrapped too loosely around Adamanâs forearm.
You marched straight over.
âWhat happened?â
Adaman lit up like the sun the moment he saw you. âYouâre here? At the Highlands? Spirits, I must be lucky.â
Melli whipped around, hair flipping with theatrical offense. âAhâyou again. Yes, yes, go on, steal the spotlight from The Great Melliââ
âLucky?â you echoed Adaman, ignoring the sputtering Melli and already pulling Adaman's arm gently toward you. âYou shouldâve had this treated an hour ago. You risk infection like this.â
Melli gasped, hands to his chest, affronted. âExcuse you! I was going to treat Lord Adaman myself, as any loyal warden wouldâ!â
âMelli, this was your fault,â Adaman said flatly.
Melli sputtered. âLORD ADAMAN! How can you sayââ
Adaman raised his injured arm pointedly. âYour yelling annoyed Lord Electrode and caused him to start rolling wildly, and he ended up rolling into me. So yes, you caused this.â
You ignored them both and got to work, unwrapping the disastrously loose bandage. The cut beneath was red and irritated. Not dangerously infected, but absolutely heading in that direction. You cleaned it with a dampened cloth, smoothing away dirt and dried blood, then applied a thin layer of salve that made him hiss softly through his teeth.
âThat's cold,â he muttered.
âGood,â you replied. âIt means itâs working.â
Only once the salve settled did you rewrap the wound. Adaman winced when you tightened the fresh bandage, breath catching, but he stayed perfectly still for you.
âThere,â you said. âThat should help with the healing now.â
He smiled at youâsoft, pleased, almost dazzled. âSeriously, what are the odds? First at the clan settlement, and now here?â
âWell, youâre lucky I was already out here on a task for Laventon,â you said, putting the bandages and salve back into your bag, âAnd, some injuries are better treated sooner rather than later. If you ever need help, all you have to do is ask. Iâll come.â
Your words hit Adaman like a thunderbolt, his eyes widening, smile softening into something vulnerable, breath catching in his throat as if youâd said something dangerous and precious all at once.
âYouâŠâ He swallowed. âYouâd come right away? Just for me?â
Melli stared at Adaman with a sour expression.
âOf course,â you replied, earnestly. âYouâre a clan leader. Aaand, itâs kinda my job as a healer/doctor.â
His face fell for the briefest second before he smoothed it over with a strained smile.
Melli groaned loudly into his hands. âLord Adaman, may I remind you our clanâs own healers are perfectly capable of tending to your wounds! FAR more experienced than someâsome wandering outsider with a satchel and a smile!â
âMelliâŠâ Adaman sighed.
âThey grew up in our ways!â Melli forged ahead, undeterred. âThey understand the bodyâs delicate properties of time, they know our remedies, andâunlike certain peopleâTHEY donât materialize out of nowhere every time you scrape your arm!â
Electrode crackled in annoyance, or amusement. It was hard to tell, though it seemed to be picking up more speed as it rolled.
Adaman glanced at the noble pokemon, warily. âMelli. Stop talking.â
Melli huffed, crossing his arms. âIâm simply saying what everyoneâs thinking.â
You snorted before tossing a Mountain Balm at the Noble pokemon, packed with its favorite crunchy salt.
Leafeon rolled his eyes, shooting a puff a air through its nose.
But Adan smiled at you every time. Warm. Fond. A little more hopeful each visit.
And you, oblivious, simply thought he was becoming less careful.
Irida, however, did not.
You were treating a Pearl Clan scout while Irida supervised nearby. Afterward, she approached with a thoughtful expression.
âCan I ask you something?â she began.
âOf course.â
She hesitated. âHas Adaman⊠been calling you often?â
You laughed lightly. âOh, yes. Heâs been getting injured so frequently lately, itâs almost concerning.â
She stared at you, then pinched the bridge of her nose.
âOh, Sinnohs. You really donât see it.â
You shot her a look, before returning your attention to her Glaceon.
âSeeâŠwhat?â
âThat man is hopelessly in love with you.â
You blinked a few times. âIrida, thatâs ridiculous,â you said with a laugh.
âIs it?â she said dryly. âHe gets minor injuries on purpose. He calls you for them. His Leafeon complains about it to Glaceon.â
âTheyâwhat...?â you laughed dismissively. "You're telling me that your pokemon gossip?"
Irida shot you a dry look before setting her hands on your shoulders. âI find no pleasure in telling you this, but that man fancies you. A lot.â
Your mouth opened.
Closed.
Opened again.
âOh,â you whispered, heat slowly creeping up your neck. âOhhh.â
Irida smiled knowingly. âI suggest you talk to him before he tries to sprain his own ankle.â
The next time you arrived at the Diamond Clan Settlement, you were prepared.
What you were not prepared for was:
Adaman sitting on a rock, completely uninjured.
Leafeon beside him, glowering at you like please end this madness.
Adaman tryingâbadlyâto look wounded.
âOh!â he said too cheerfully. âYouâre hereâperfect timing! I, uhâhurt myâhand. Or maybe my shoulder? Which do you think looks worse?â
You eyed him suspiciously
ââŠNeither.â
He froze.
You crossed your arms. âAdaman. Are you getting injured on purpose?â
Adaman spluttered. âWhâno! No of course not! Why would you think that?"
Leafeon growled and stomped dispprovingly.
"I meanâmaybe? I donâtâ" he sighed, "Okay, yes...Sometimes.â"
You stepped closer. His bravado faltered.
âYou don't have to be injured for me to see you, you know,â you said softly. "You could've just asked me to simply visit."
He stared at you, wide-eyed, breath caught.
ââŠYou wouldâve come just for that?â
âYes. Didn't I tell you before that all you had to do was ask, and I'd come?â you told him, tilting your head. âThough I understand if you needed reason for me to come. I know your clan elders are pretty traditional in their ways and values.â
Adaman chuckled at that, and his shoulders relaxed. His lips parted as something unguarded, vulnerable, crossed his face.
âI wasn't sure,â he murmured. âI thoughtâŠI thought youâd see right through me. Or that you wouldnât wantââ He broke off, exhaling shakily. âI just wanted a reason. Any reason. To have you near me.â
Your heart hammered and your mouth went dry.
âAdamanâŠâ
He took your hand gently, his thumb brushing your skin like heâd wanted to do it for months.
âI like you,â he said. No hesitation. No fear. Just truth. âI donât want excuses anymore. I want you. If youâll have me.â
You swallowed once, twice, then stepped forward and kissed him.
He stilled for a moment, but then, his hands cupped your face and his lips moved with a pent-up tenderness that made your knees weak. He kissed you like heâd been imagining it every night, like time itself bowed to this moment.
When you finally broke apart, breathless, he rested his forehead against yours.
âSoâŠâ he murmured, grinning. âNext time I want to see youâŠI should just ask?â
You laughed softly. âYes. Please. Preferably with you intact.â
Leafeon rolled his eyes and sighed as if saying, "Finally."
The avatarâs appearance in the spirit world is based on how they see themselves or remember themselves. Kyoshi in the novels had no scars and wore no gloves. Kuruk was still physically strong and not sick. This is how they saw or remembered themselves.
Meaning Roku just sees and thinks of himself as an old man.
Like no other avatar we have seen sees themselves like this. Sure 1 or 2 others have gray hair but none of them are old like Roku lol.
The story for my main OC that I use for basically all of my fandoms is that she keeps getting sent by various deities to different worlds to fix stuff.
She gets sent to Hyrule by Hylia to help Princess Zelda awaken her sealing powers. She gets sent to Middle Earth by Nienna and the other Valar to help the Fellowship. She gets sent to Faerûn by various good-aligned deities to stop the Absolute. So on and so forth, you get the idea.
For years I've been struggling to incorporate the world of Pokemon into this OC's story, but today I realized that the story of Pokemon Legends Arceus is literally this exact same idea. Random human gets sent to an ancient foreign world by a deity. So I now feel obligated to get into Pokemon Legends Arceus, if nothing else than for this OC and because Adaman is hot
Traveling researcher Reader whoâs been to a bunch of if not all the regions. They get so excited to talking about regional or convergent pokemon or even just obscure facts most donât know about however it only happens when provoked into talking, otherwise theyâre almost eerily quiet.
On day one of the Za boys, who are used to you being quiet makes a comment about a Pokemon that just lights you up. Chatting away happily, quickly and with more volume to your voice than theyâve heard from you before. Eventually despite how much youâre enjoying yapping to them something pulls you away.
Next time you see them they make another random, maybe incorrect comment about a pokemon fact just to see you do it again.
affectionate mc who likes to give a little kiss after fixing a band-aid on their friendsâ injuries and corbeau whoâs not used to such kindness and being treated so gently, and rival taunie/urbain who makes it their mission to get more kisses so itâs two dummies making fools of themselves in wild zones in hopes of securing more of your kisses
Corbeau x Reader x Philippe | Fluffy and sweet just for you
Corbeau waited for you to wake up, kissing your hair as the sunlight soaked through the windows. He'd taken the day off, shut the syndicate's doors to make sure there'd be no emergencies. Nothing to pull either him or Philippe away from you.
Neither of them had told you either, it was meant to be a surprise. Turning off the alarms and sleeping in with you tucked between them until the sun was high in the sky, Philippe's hand draped over your waist, peppering kisses on your shoulders patiently as Corbeau cradled your face, gently running his fingers over your cheekbones, every now and again pressing a kiss to your forehead as well.
Philippe had gotten up first. To make breakfast for the three of you, he told Corbeau. Even with all the peace in the world, Philippe still could not stay in bed past eight in the morning. The need to be useful too strong for him to allow himself the rest, no matter how much you or Corbeau insisted.
Instead, he made his way to the kitchen, the godly smell of his cooking filling the apartment as he hummed to himself, a content smile on his face and a purple apron the only thing over his broad chest.
Corbeau pulled you closer into his arms, nuzzling his face into your hair to press a few kisses to your neck. You stirred just a little, only enough to giggle and wrap yourself around him, fingers making their way through his hair.
âMorning, sunshine.â He whispered with a kiss pressed against your ear.Â
âHm-hmm, morning.â You hummed in reply, halfway between sleepy and blissful. âYouâre still here.â
Corbeau laughed a little, leaving another kiss over your jaw. âYou sound surprised.â
âWell, you donât usually leave late for work. Actually, I think Iâve never seen you leave late for work.â
You pulled back from him with a raised brow, looking at Corbeau as if something were clearly off.
âI took the day off.â He explained, and it only made you raise the other brow. âI wanted to be with you today.â
Confusion turned into surprise and melted into affection, a look so soft in your eyes it made Corbeau consider throwing the entire breakfast plan off just to have you then and there.
And if not for the soft knock on the door from Philippe, leaning into the doorframe and watching the two of you with pure love, he might just have.
âBreakfastâs ready.â He announced, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. âSpecial for our love. Happy birthday, dearest.â
âYouâre both here.â You squeezed Corbeauâs hand, looking from him to Philippe with a gleam in your eyes that was likely going to make him retire early just so he could see it every day when you woke up by his side. âOh my loves, thank you so much-â
Corbeau didnât let you finish, stealing a kiss from your lips and gathering you into his arms. Carrying you off the bed as you laughed, the sound like honey on his tongue.
Philippeâs arms braced around him a mere moment after, holding the two of you against his chest as Corbeau kissed you so slowly, as if he had all of eternity to spend right by your side, and he'd make every second of it count.
Philippe intertwined Corbeau's fingers with his own where they held your thighs. He leaned down to kiss your neck, earning a sweet little gasp that Corbeau swallowed right from your lips.
He smiled against your skin, tracing a line of kisses down to your shoulder, nudging your nightrobe to the side to give him more access.Â
This time when you gasped, Corbeau pulled away, looking over your face with a smug little smile before squeezing Philippeâs fingers in a silent cue.Â
He didnât need more than that, kissing his way back up your neck to meet your lips, feeling you melt against him, holding you up against his chest as Corbeau continued from where heâd stopped. Unfastening your robe, kissing down your collarbone and towards your chest, stopping just enough to whisper against your skin, "Happy birthday, angel."
Highkey love this, and am so invested in the image of a big ol metal borb loudly squaking at him and pecking at his jacket looking for the treats he KNOWS Beau keeps on him
Oz just watching this all go down, being like "congrats!! You've won this giant creatures trust!! You will never know another moment of peace:)"
The idea of Corbeau screaming like a little girl gives me life omg
My OC is from Galar and their partner is a Grookey (or a fully evolved Rillaboom) so I just imagine Grookey begging for treats with the biggest, wettest eyes and when Corbeau doesn't give them some he gets hit in the head with a stick.
My other partner Pokemon would definitely be a Pumpkaboo and it would do the whole "scare the shit out of Corbeau until I can steal his treats" thing lol
So we have heard about how Corbeau would react if you tried lying about not being sick when you were. Now, consider you just hung up on him halfway through his scolding. I wanna know how heâd react, both before you end up as his lover, and after. Outside of that, Iâd love to know how Philippe would respond if he were in the room with Corbeau during that time and heard Corbeau get hung up on. I think itâd be incredibly funny because we all know that isnât a common occurrence, I wanna know what reaction Philippe would have, because that takes a special type of audacity.
-âïž (sorry bout clogging your ask box, but I read through your stuff, and suddenly bam I have so many ideas, itâs not even funny)
AAHHH I FINALLY GET TO ANSWER THIS ASK!! :')
Youâre absolutely right that it takes a special kind of audacity to hang up on the head of the Rust Syndicate, especially mid-chew-out! Unfortunately, itâs more common than you might think.
Philippe had seen it play out time and time again: the line would go dead as an uncomfortable silence settled over the office, thick and suffocating like a Weezingâs smog, with the only sound to pierce it being Corbeauâs erratic breathing. That breathing would only grow harsher by the second as a thin string of saliva clings stubbornly to his lower lip, threatening to fall with each uneven heave of his chest. Meanwhile, a vein in his neck would pulse as though it were ready to burst at any moment.
All Philippe could do then was pinch the bridge of his nose and mutter a quiet prayer under his breath for the poor bastard on the other end of the line, knowing they were about to face Corbeauâs wrath.
If this were to happen before you became Corbeauâs significant other, he wouldnât drop everything to confront you face-to-face about your incompetence; rather, heâd have Philippe handle it. From there, he would send Philippe to scour the entire city for you before finally finding you and escorting you back to Hotel Z. Upon arrival, Philippe would entrust your friends with strict instructions to watch over you and ensure you stayed in bed and focused on recovering, no ifs, ands, or buts, as it was a direct order from the head of the Rust Syndicate himself.
He would also hand over a care package, along with a sleek black business card bearing the contact information of one of Corbeauâs most trusted physicians, all expenses already taken care of. And once you were feeling better, Philippe would make it very clear that Corbeau expected a phone call and a formal apology for your little "stunt" you'd pulled.
Now, if you were Corbeauâs significant other, the situation would unfold very, VERY differently. He would immediately drop everything to chase you down, telling Philippe to take over his responsibilities or, hell! Cancel every meeting for all he cared!!
The moment he found you, he would waste no time pressing the back of his palm to your forehead, confirming you were running a fever before scolding you like a disappointed parent for pushing yourself so recklessly. Then, without much room for argument, he would take hold of your wrist and guide you back to his place. Once there, his primary focus would be taking care of you and seeing to your every need. He would willingly cook a hearty soup, call in a doctor, prepare a bath for you, and even lend you his clothes if it made you more comfortable. He would stop at nothing until you were well and back in tiptop shape.
On top of that, Corbeau wouldnât care how many days of work he had to miss to make that happen, and he certainly wouldnât give a DAMN about the flood of complaints piling up in his inbox from clients whining about delayed deals and their missed meetings.
The Splatoon fandom has to be one of the cuntiest communities on the internet because every single Splatoon OC or character art I've ever seen has the greatest fit in the history of gaming
