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verso doesn’t live there, he broods there

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That son was a stranger.

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CLAIR OBSCUR: EXPEDITION 33

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the blood toll (verso dessendre x reader)

Two little puncture wounds, surrounded by the soft diffusion of purple and yellow bruising. The vampire of Lumiere is indeed real. And you're unsure of exactly how you survived him. While you know he's dangerous, you can't help but pray that he'll pay you another visit again soon.

18+ - vampire!au, light dom/sub themes, vampire biting, enthralled reader, afab reader enjoy, and thank u to anon who requested! Also crossposted to AO3 - link here :)

In Lumiere, autumn is one of the most beautiful times of the year. The leaves begin to turn red, and there's a crisp bite to the nighttime air. You stare outside of the living room window, watching people pass by as the dusk purple sky casts a blue tint across the city. Amber lights slowly begin to flicker as wary parents begin to hurry their children inside their homes. "You shouldn't go out. There's enough issues to worry about with the gommage coming up." Your sister warns you as you wrap your black cloak around your body. "Those rumors aren't true, it's a crock of shit. People are just bored." You scoff, pulling the lantern from the cabinet, swiping your index finger over the thin layer of dust that has settled on the brass. Your old leather boots creak under the oak wood flooring as you turn to stare at your sister defiantly. "Maybe so, but it's still dangerous to go out. I know you have a few more years until you have to worry about the gommage, but it doesn't mean you should be reckless with the life you still have left to live." Your sister sighs solemnly, and your defiant stare softens into one of sadness. "You know it's not my intention… I just. You know, I've lived for twenty-nine years, and the monolith is marked for 34 right now. I have five years left to eat, drink, laugh, and love. I need to make the most of it, and I won't let some fear mongering drivel stop me from doing that." Your lips purse into a thin line as you stare at your sister. "…I understand." She looks away, and you feel the air in the room drop by a few degrees from her response alone. "I know I'm behaving selfishly… We just cope differently. I promise I'll be safe." You say in a gentle tone. She doesn't glance your way as you turn the rickety doorknob, stepping out into the pale blue evening light.

Your nose feels a little numb and cold as you begin your walk onto the street. "Did you hear? A man's body was found in an alleyway near Angelique's… People who were there said he was completely drained of blood." A pair of men walking a few steps ahead of you began to chatter. "Do you believe that though? People sometimes make stuff up for attention." The man wearing a brown newspaper hat replies. "I don't know. Between this serial killer vampire and the gommage, I'd say Lumiere is doomed for good now." The other man scoffs. Clutching your cloak a little closer to your body, you fold your arms across your chest as you keep your eyes on the tavern up ahead. You aren't about to have your last few years of living spoiled by stupid vampire hogwash. The wind blows faster behind your back, propelling you forward to the tavern. Your hand darts out from under your cloak to grip the iron door handle, as you push your way inside. You're greeted by the immediate smell of mead, wine, and ale as you hang your cloak up. The lively chatter and warmth from other people's bodies under the orange glow of incandescent light bulbs. A lively band strum their banjos and guitars, with a woman at the front singing a beautiful melody as you hear bellowing laughter followed by the dull thud of a heavy glass being set down on the brown lacquered tables. You perch at the counter on a little leather bar stool, steadying your hands on the slightly sticky and damp surface where other patrons drinks had been before yours. Looking down at your glass of Merlot, you catch a glimpse of your pathetically wistful expression.

Look at you. Drinking alone. Saying you want to live a life full of laughter, love, and a full belly. But you can barely stomach your wine, and you haven't cracked a single smile, let alone a laugh the moment you stepped out of your home. Five years left and you have nothing to show for it. Taking another long, slow sip from your glass, you feel the deep red liquid warm your throat and stomach. "Hey. You're my most depressed patron looking here. You doing alright?" A woman with pale olive skin and curly brown hair asks you, cloth in one hand, freshly washed carafe in the other. "I'm alright. I came here on my own, didn't realise it's not a good idea to drink alone." You chuckle bitterly. You recount your last love's death from only two years back - while you thought the gommage would take them, it turns out an infected wound from a farming accident beat the paintress to it. "If you say so… Just try to enjoy the music and forget your worries. God knows we all have plenty of those. Let me know if you need anything." The woman gives you a small smile before walking off, leaving you alone in thought once again. Would it be selfish to ask the universe to send you somebody - anybody, to fill this abyssal void of loneliness and sadness? You are so, so tired of existing as a hollow shell of yourself and nothing more. You wish you had somebody to help you forget. To help you feel alive again. "Did she just say you're drinking alone?" A low voice says from behind you. You turn around to see a tall man with white streaks in his raven black hair, pale blue eyes staring into yours. The most notable thing about the man was the strange scar running vertically through his left eye. Despite the slightly rugged appearance, it seemed to only add to his looks. Your eyes glance at his attire, a linen button-down that failed to hide his defined arm muscles and chest under the material. He was mesmerizing. He almost looked as if he were a portrait painting - no man could be this handsome in real life. Your glance shifts to the band who are now playing a soft melody, and back to the man. "Er… Yeah." You mutter awkwardly. Great. Maybe this is why it's been so hard to do the whole 'live laugh love' thing. You're too stiff. Too strange. "Great. Now neither of us have to drink alone… That is, if you'll have me." The man gestures to the empty bar stool next to you, and you nod dumbly, inwardly cursing yourself for your lack of grace and charisma. The bartender returns, quickly taking the man's order for a pinot noir, shooting you a very brief amused glance before turning her back to fill his order.

"I don't think I've seen you around Lumiere before. It's a relatively small city, considering, well…" You trail off, thinking about the glowing '34' in the dark grey sky. "I'm not a visitor, but I'm also not a resident. I live on the island nearby, can be hard to get to depending on the tide and weather. Sometimes I can't return to the city for months at a time." The man explains. You feel that his story is off - that there are plenty of omissions in his explanation. However for some reason, you don't feel unnerved or scared. You feel at ease around this stranger. "I've never been to the neighboring islands, I know some people have. They say it's quite beautiful past Lumiere." You mention. "Anyway. I'm a mopey, directionless mess. Maybe I'm not the most fun drinking buddy." You add with a dry chuckle. "Are you? You're quite hard on yourself, aren't you?" The man cocks his head to the side, and the look he gives you is a blend of pity and… Lust? No. You're imagining things. "I've got another five years left and the most prolific thing I've done is knock a sculpture in the town square with my ass. I might as well run around Lumiere naked and join the Expedition." You scoff, downing most of your wine. You're going to need it since you've barely got enough courage to speak to this man sober. "Before we get to such extreme measures…" The man chuckles, shaking his head a little. "How about we get out of here? We can go somewhere much more interesting than this place." The man adds in a hushed tone, leaning in. You feel every muscle fibre hum with excitement as he leans a little closer to you. He smells nice. A mix of amber, smoke, and petrichor.

"Not so fast… I don't even know your name." You say as you give the handsome stranger your own name. "My name is Verso." The man replies. "Well, Verso. I'm hoping wherever you're going to take me is as interesting as you say." You give him a small grin as he places the gold on the counter. You swipe your cloak from the rack as Verso holds the door open for you, letting you exit first. As you walk, you feel a small corner of your mind scratching at your thoughts, trying to get your attention that following a stranger in the city late at night is never a good idea. But that scratching becomes dull as you continue to talk to Verso and learn a little more about him. Despite the many potential dangers of the situation, you feel… At peace. Protected, even.

"There's an old castle up ahead, just through this thicket. Don't worry, I'll lead the way." Verso reassures you, stretching his hand out. You reach for his hand, and you're momentarily surprised by how cold his hands are. It is a chilly autumn night, perhaps it's just the weather. Verso leads you through the dense shrubbery and towering trees for a few minutes, until you reach a decaying stone and iron fence, almost lost entirely to the crawling ivy suffocating it. "I-It's a little hard to gauge the landing…" You murmur anxiously, as you're halfway through climbing over the fence and realizing it's a tad higher than what you first assumed. "Here, I've got you." Verso says, walking forward and reaching for your hand as he pulls you over the final threshold. You almost stumble a little, however you feel his hand on the small of your back as he pulls you in close. Embarrassingly, you hear the hem of your almost floor-length dress rip, the white torn cloth now taunting you as it dances in the wind, impaled on the iron fence. You have half a mind to grab it, but it would be even more humiliating to walk around with a large swaddle of cloth. "Shit! Sorry." You gasp, steadying yourself as you grip onto his arms. Looking down, you realise your skirt has torn in a strange way, it's past your knees at the back, but the front is torn halfway up to your thighs. You wipe away a faint red line, with microscopic beads of blood beginning to pool at the tiny wound. Looking up, you notice Verso's gaze is fixed on your thighs, his tongue darting out momentarily to wet his lips. "Come on, let's go." He smiles, as you walk through what seemed to once be an opulent lawn, now an overgrown ruin.

The castle is remarkably intact despite its alleged abandoned status. Verso pushes the door open into the foyer, and you notice the deep red plush carpet beneath your feet, the polished stone tiles, and the various paintings that adorned the walls of the castle alongside the arched windows. The bedroom of the castle was even more grand - an opulent looking king-sized bed, and various landscape paintings adorned by gilded frames. The castle is breathtaking. As if out of nowhere, Verso struck flint and steel against a candle, and began lighting the wax pillar candles to illuminate the space. This castle… It feels lived in. But for what feels like no particular reason, you don't mind one bit.

"Do you realise you summoned me?" Verso speaks up, his back to you as he lights what seems to be the last candle in this bedroom. "Huh?" You blink. "I could hear you. Your desire. Your loneliness. It's very loud, you know. Could practically hear you from the other side of the continent." Verso explains cryptically. "Is that a bad thing?" You ask, still unsure of his implications. "Not particularly. Do you want me to ease it? Your pain. I can make it go away. I can make you feel good." The last part of Verso's sentence feels less like an offer, and more like a temptation. Your knees almost give way under you, as you clutch your cloak around your body a little tighter. The wind howls between the crevices in the castle, an eerie whistle echoing to fill the moment of silence.

"I'm unsure what you mean by making me feel good." Your brows knit together in confusion as you approach Verso, who is standing at the vanity next to the bed. Wordlessly, his ice cold hands tenderly clasp over your clenched palms, bundling your cloak with such tension that your hands are beginning to sweat. You grip loosens, and Verso delicately shrugs your cloak off from your shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. "By making you feel good…" He whispers, leaning into the crook of your neck and taking a deep inhale, the soft brush of his beard tickling the flesh around your collarbone. "…I mean giving you what you desire the most." He finishes, his tongue darting out to lick the skin covering your pulse. "Please…" You gasp, your hands instinctively raking through Verso's black and white waves as one hand grips the flesh of your ass, the other holding you by the small of your back. "You ask very nicely." Verso replies, gently lowering you onto the bed. You feel one of his hands snake to the front of your body, his index and middle finger slowly dragging over your soaked panties as he places a hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss on your neck. "I was raised… To be polite…" You breathe out as Verso lowers himself to his knees, your hips at the edge of the bed as your legs dangle from the plush mattress. "You're a good girl, huh?" Verso asks before he presses his face into your clothed sex, taking a deep inhale. You gasp at the sudden sensation, your hips bucking a little, seeking pressure as he takes another deep breath to commit your scent to his memory. "I knew it. You smell so sweet. I wonder if you taste as sweet as you smell." Verso murmurs, his face retreating from your hips as you slightly pout in disappointment at the lack of contact.

"You're a tease." You frown, but you're truly enjoying yourself. "You've been a tease for the last few months. Practically beckoning me with those thoughts." Verso mumbles against the skin of your upper thigh, hooking his fingers underneath your panties to expose your sopping wet cunt. You suddenly feel a little flustered at the action of exposing yourself like this to someone you've just met, but those feelings fly out of the window when Verso presses his thumb against your clit and begins to rub in achingly slow circles. "A-Ah!" You can't help but cry out a little. As you look down, you notice his eyelids drop as his tongue darts out against the cut on your thigh, taking a slow, long lick. As if to savour the taste of your wound. "Even sweeter than what I thought." Verso comments, his thumb now rubbing against you a little faster, a little harder. "F-Fuck…" You moan quietly, hips rocking into his hand. "Do you trust me?" Verso looks up, and you notice his eyes are now a glowing, crimson red hue. "Yes." You nod.

It feels like time almost ground to a halt. You watch as Verso's lips part, and his canines appear sharper and longer than what you remember from earlier on in the evening. You watch as Verso sinks his teeth into your thigh, all while he sinks his index and middle finger into your aching pussy, hooking his fingers to drag that perfect spot inside of you. The feeling of being bitten is absolutely euphoric, it makes your chest soar, causing you to arch your back.

You moan raggedly as the painful sensation of a bite and the intense pleasure of his fingers mingle in your body, confusing your nerves with attacks of both pleasure and pain. Looking down at him, the sight is perverse and filthy, in the best way possible. You watch as Verso drinks the blood from your thigh, humming in pleasure as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace. Just as you think you're going to reach your high, he pulls his mouth away from your thigh, licking the droplets briefly before moving his mouth to your clit. "S-Shit… I'm… Fuck… Gonna…" You moan wantonly as you grind your hips against his face and hands. "That's it…" Verso murmurs, as you come undone all over him. You ride out your high as Verso greedily laps up your cum, licking his fingers as he stares right into your eyes.

"More." You're practically demanding him now, and he smirks. "You think you can handle more?" He asks. You nod wordlessly. Both of your clothes are now discarded away in a random corner of the room as Verso looms over you, kissing your neck. "I may just break you." Verso whispers. "I can take it." You whisper back, as his hands roam across your body, his fingers ghosting over your nipples before leaning his head down to suck on one. "Roll over. On all fours" He instructs, and you obediently do as your told, as if under a spell. You feel Verso lick a long stripe from the small of your back to the nape of your neck, the wet and sensitive sensation making your body contract a little. "Please, please…" You plead as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. "Good manners. Don't worry, I'll treat you well." Verso hums, sinking his cock between your folds as you both cry out in pleasure. He feels perfect, completely stretching your walls with his long, thick cock. "A-Ah… So full…" You mumble, grasping onto a nearby pillow as you accommodate to his size. "So tight. So perfect. I'm gonna move now, yeah?" Verso whispers as he begins to rock his hips into you.

You feel Verso's cock drag against your walls, the tip of his cock kissing that sweet spot inside of you as your eyelids flutter at the pleasure. You feel him lack at your neck again, only this time you briefly move your hair out of the way and crane your neck as if to bare your flesh at him. "Good girl… That's it. Take it. Take it for me." Verso coos, as he sinks his teeth into your neck while he rocks his hips into you at a harder and faster pace. You feel his hands grip at your hip bones as he fucks into you harder, the stinging sensation at your neck bringing you to a high you've never felt before in your life as Verso pounds into you relentlessly whilst rubbing your clit with his free hand. "S'too much… G-Gonna…" You almost choke on your words. "Yeah… I know… I know… You're doing so good for me." Verso releases his mouth from your neck to praise you. "P-please…" You splutter as he continues to feed on your neck. You feel Verso's hips snap at a slightly faster and harder, but more erratic pace as he nears his climax as well. He finally releases his mouth from your neck as your walls flutter around him in orgasm, his hand holding you by the neck as he rocks his hips until his seed spills inside of you.

You both shakily exhale as he releases his hand from your neck, licking off the residual blood from his hands while staring at you. He brings your face in close, planting a gentle, tender kiss on your lips as your eyelids begin to close. "...I'll visit you again soon." He whispers.

You wake up, gasping for air and covered in a thin layer of sweat all over your body. That was... An intense dream. For some reason though, your body aches as if you've ran across the continent overnight. More embarrassingly, you must have gotten so drunk at the tavern last night that you stripped yourself of your clothes the moment you got into your bedroom. You run your fingertips over your dehydrated, crackly lips, briefly running your tongue over them to soothe the dry sensation. You hesitantly peel yourself off the bed and walk over to your bathroom. And that's when you see it.

Two little puncture wounds, surrounded by the soft diffusion of purple and yellow bruising.

The vampire of Lumiere is indeed real. And you're unsure of exactly how you survived him. While you know he's dangerous, you can't help but pray that he'll pay you another visit again soon.

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Hellooo! can i request a vampire!verso smut oneshot?? thank you so much for keeping us verso stans fed

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Hello! I love your fic! I was wondering if on ao3 you could tag your fics with a rating? I was sorting for more explicit fics and I couldn't find yours because since they have no rating the filters excluded them! Super happy I found you through tumblr since the rating filter cucked me lol

OMG y'all are looking out for me, tysm!!! i've now updated all my ao3 fics with the explicit rating. thank u again anon!! :D

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save a plane, ride a pilot. or however that saying goes

“Humor me, pipsqueak.” Caleb instructs, as you don his colonel hat and coat, with nothing else on underneath except your underwear. You sit with your legs splayed far apart in his elements of his uniform, noticing him lick his lips at the sight of you. an 18+ oneshot where you ride caleb in one of the fleet jets.

“just packing up at my DAA office before my break pipsqueak :)” Your phone dings as you smile to yourself. Caleb is finally back after a month-long stint in Farspace doing god knows what - but thankfully he’s made it back safely, and luckily his destination today was Linkon. “How much longer? Your DAA branch is actually only 2 bus stops away from the mall I’m in right now! Should I just come see you and we can walk to get dinner together? Will be my treat!” You reply enthusiastically, looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror of the mall you were hanging around in already. Luckily, your hair was very cooperative today, and you quickly touched up your makeup as you waited for his reply. “sure, why not - i’ll get them to buzz you up” Caleb replies after a few minutes, meaning that the ‘just packing up’ was definitely going to take him longer than originally planned.

You made your way over, sure enough, you were given access to the elevator by the front desk admin after a personal call was made by Caleb himself. You felt giddy - your romantic relationship with Caleb is still fairly new, despite knowing him for most of your life. It almost still doesn’t feel real - the fact that Caleb even likes you back still shocks you. After all, throughout university and his time training in the DAA, Caleb had so many admirers. You remember when he would return girls' confessions and packed lunches right in front of you - the funnier part is that later on you even began using each other as ‘cover’ so that other people wouldn’t ask you both out on dates. Ah, how you’ve come full circle.

You knocked on the frosted glass door as you heard a dampened “come on in!” from inside the office. Shutting the door quietly, you could see Caleb’s broad, tall figure, still in his Colonel uniform and hunched down seeming to pick something out of his file cabinet. The moment you took a step forward, Caleb practically dropped everything and quickly closed the space between you both, embracing you in a hug as he kissed the top of your head. You looked up and smiled, as you gently pulled the back of his neck towards you, signalling for a kiss on the lips. He tasted like spearmint and coffee.

“I shouldn’t be much longer. Since I’ll be on a break and they technically can’t contact me right now, I gotta wrap just one more thing up.” He sighs, seemingly exhausted and perplexed by whatever is going on with his current task. “Don’t let me stop you - I’m just here to keep you company as you wrap up.” You nod as you perch on the edge of his desk, crossing your legs as he straightens his back, before turning to ruffle through his filing cabinet for another few minutes. “Finally got it.” He says, placing the file on his table. You notice how his body is positioned over yours at the desk - his towering frame dwarfing you from your sitting position. Interestingly enough, you haven’t really been in the best of situations to look at Caleb’s colonel uniform up-close. His colonel hat was placed on the other end of the desk, and his black coat was hung up on the rack towards the other end of the room. It left him in just his white slacks, boots, his white button-down rolled to his elbows with his black tie, and for some reason, his gloves were still on too. Either way, you never realised just how much a man in a uniform could have you in a trance.

“Sometimes I just forget that you’re a pilot.” You blurt out, unable to tear your gaze away from his forearms. You hear him chuckle, a break from the stoic facade he keeps up when he’s in work mode. “And how do ya manage that? It’s all I’ve studied and worked for, plus you’ve always been my biggest supporter in this career.” Caleb remarks. “I don’t know, I mean - yeah I know you’re a pilot, but I just never envision you piloting a spaceship, even though that's the majority of what you do. I don’t know, for some reason I just have visions of you walking up and down on a spaceship looking pretty and mysterious.” You shrug. “Soo, you think I’m pretty?” Was seemingly all Caleb got out of your sentence. “Well, duh. Dummy.” You retort, mischievously blowing a raspberry. “Clearly, since you can’t take your eyes off my forearms and chest. Liking what you’re seeing?” Caleb asks, leaning closer towards you now. Your breath hitches in your throat - you weren’t quite used to such proximity with Caleb, and since it’s been a month, you slightly forgot how intoxicating being in his presence truly was. “I-I don’t have to answer that!” You stammer as Caleb chuckles, dipping his head towards you and kissing you on the lips again. “You don’t, since your body does the talking. Since I’ve organised the file I’m leaving for the substitute, how about you take a look at the ship I landed coming here? Won’t take long. Ya know, just as a refresher since you forgot what I do and all.” Caleb suggests. You roll your eyes, but agree nonetheless.

The spacecraft in the plot of land used to park all of the ships loomed over you. They never seemed so big in the sky, but up close, the imposing size was a little intimidating. “Want a private tour? Nobody is in these ships when they’re docked, plus they’re all empty and all that other stuff.” Caleb says, and you nod. Ascending the stairs of the spacecraft, it almost feels a little eerie being inside with only the standby and dimmed corridor lights being on. Usually such spacecrafts are bustling with people and cargo. At the same time, the soft illumination and quietness seemed peaceful and intimate, weirdly enough. “So, this is the cockpit, where I do most of the work.” Caleb says as you gingerly take a step in - you have an interest in spaceships yourself, so this was a rare treat. You marvel at the intricacies and design of the cockpit, before impishly sliding into his chair. “Hey, that’s my spot.” Caleb chuckles, lifting you up a little bit with his evol, keeping you floating in the air for a few seconds as he slips into his chair, before dropping you gently onto his lap.

“Hey! Not fair, you’re cheating!” You pout, crossing your arms childishly and looking away. Caleb chuckles, and you feel the rumble of his broad chest against your back. He snakes his arms around your waist before pulling you back onto him. “Let me just stay like this for a minute… It’s been a stressful month. Just feels nice finally hugging you again.” Caleb sighs happily, as you relax and melt into his touch. Well - you tried your best to relax anyway. You could feel all of the contours of his body underneath you, including his muscular frame. Subconsciously - maybe a little consciously, the feeling of his touch had you squirming and shaking a little. You only recently had your first time with each other, and the nerves were still ever so present. “You’re squirming so much, pipsqueak, we’re just sitting.” Caleb says in a low tone, before kissing the side of your neck. You quietly yelp but your body doesn’t move from its position - nor were you commanding it to. “But when you do stuff like that…” Your breathing pace quickens as Caleb gently places another kiss on your neck. “Stuff like this?” Caleb asks, and you nod, letting out a small moan at the sensation. “E-exactly like that!” You exclaim, flustered. Clearly, Caleb was enjoying making you get all flustered and embarrassed. “What about stuff like this?” Caleb’s leather glove sneaks up under your shirt slowly, before grabbing your breast gently. “T-That too…” You mumble, your back instinctively arching and pushing your hips back further into his crotch. “Want me to stop then?” Caleb asks. “No.” You reply swiftly and shamelessly. “Yeah, I thought so.” Caleb responds, his gloved fingers pushing underneath your bra and gently rolling your nipple between his fingers as he sucks on your neck. “Y-you’re really doing this here…” You comment as you suppress another moan. “Kind of a fantasy of mine, to be honest.” Caleb replies curtly, and if you weren’t putty in his hands right now, you’d be giving him a playful smack on the arm. “So this is the real reason you wanted to give me a tour of the spaceship huh…” You playfully grumble as you tug off your shirt and bra, leaving you topless. “Such a pretty sight, I won’t ever get tired of it…” Caleb comments before taking one of your nipples in his mouth and intently swirling his tongue around the bud, as you feel a pooling wetness between your legs. You moan once more and buck your hips backwards, feeling his stiff cock in his pants harden further at the contact. “You’re hard… Let me take care of it…” You attempt to grasp at him, but he blocks your hands from touching him. “Not me just yet. You.” He breathes out. You stand up, stripping yourself down to just your panties as you watch him shirking off his hat and coat, handing you both articles of clothing - indicating for you to wear it. “Humor me, pipsqueak.” Caleb instructs, as you don his colonel hat and coat, with nothing else on underneath except your underwear. You sit with your legs splayed far apart in his elements of his uniform, noticing him lick his lips at the sight of you.

“So beautiful and perfect. Missed you so much…” Caleb slowly drops to his knees as his head dips in between his thighs, taking a deep inhale as his head is buried into your clothed pussy. “This is so perverted… A-Ah!” You couldn’t even finish teasing him before you felt his tongue press against your clothed clit, as he rubbed his face against your core. “You’re the one who makes me like this.” Caleb retorts as he briefly uses his evol to raise your hips, swiftly pulling your panties off and stuffing them in his back pocket. “What are you gonna do with th-... Ah!” You can’t even finish your question before he shoves his tongue in your sopping wet hole, moaning at the taste. “Ahhh, you taste so fucking good, princess.” Caleb sighs like a man depraved, as his tongue flicks forcefully against your clit, before shoving two fingers in. You can’t help but squeal at the immense pleasure, crying out his name as you buck your hips into his face. “Yeah, yeah that’s it princess. Ride my face, fuck my fingers… You’re doin’ so good.” Caleb praises you as you chase your high, his mouth continuing to suck, swirl, and flick at your clit as he pumps his two thick digits in and out of you. Your breath quickens and you feel that familiar warm sensation building in your stomach. “I-I can’t hold it much longer…” You whisper as your body trembles. Caleb uses his free hand to push down on your stomach as he curls his fingers upwards, coaxing your orgasm out of you.

“L-let me… You…” You can barely catch your breath, staring at his boner in his pants. “There’ll be a next time. I can’t wait right now - I’m impatient.” You hear Caleb’s belt unbuckle and the sound of a zipper. You’ve seen it before, and plenty of times when you’ve been messaging while he’s on missions, but seeing it in person always makes your eyes widen. “Ready?” He asks, and you nod. You feel his tip rub against your wet hole, still dripping with his spit and your cum. You shudder in anticipation as his tip brushes over your clit, before sinking his thick, long cock inside of you. You tense up and he holds you by your hips gently as he slowly plunges in further. “Yeah… Good girl… You can take it…” He praises you as you watch his cock sheathe all the way into you. You whimper and moan as he slowly thrusts his hips, looking up at him with doe eyes while biting your lip. “Ah- fuck… So tight…” Caleb moans as he picks up the pace. “S-So good… So full…” You feel drunk on his cock as he leans down and kisses you, muffling your moans.

Feeling bold, you break away from the kiss and shuffle backwards, forcing him to stop his pace. “Something wrong pipsqueak?” Caleb asks and you shake your head. “Swap.” You instruct him, as he loosens his tie a little more and plops himself onto his chair, arms stretched behind his head as he leans back, drinking in the sight of you. “You own me. Ride me like I’m yours.” Caleb says - that was all you needed before you straddled him on either side of his body and lowered yourself onto his cock, sighing in pleasure the feeling of fullness once again. Watching you moan in pleasure, still clad in his pilot jacket and his hat that has now fallen to the floor, Caleb snaked one of his calloused hands up to gently palm your breasts as you rode him even harder. “Yes, fuck… Just like that… Ahhh…” If there was one thing about Caleb - the guy moaned like a pornstar. It just made you bounce harder and faster, chasing your own high. “Ah - shit, I-I’m gonna cum again soon…” You whimper as your eyes begin to flutter shut, but you can feel your thighs beginning to weaken after the repetitive explosive movement. “Mmm, don’t worry princess... I can take it from here.” Caleb leans forward and grabs you by your waist, pulling you flush against him as he bucks his hips up into you from under. You can’t help but bite down on his neck to muffle your moans, but Caleb is carelessly moaning into your ear as he holds you close.

“W-Wanna cum… Can’t… Hold it… Ah~” You moan wantonly as you cling onto him even harder. “Cum for me, princess. Cum all over my dick… Nnngh…” Caleb pants as you tighten around him after hearing his words. “C-Cumming… Hngh-!” You cry out, which was enough to trigger Caleb’s release shortly after you. You feel his cum spill inside of you, as he continues to slowly thrust to gently bring you down from your high, fucking the cum in and out of you. Your body completely relaxes, slumping as Caleb gently rocks you side to side, kissing your forehead and lips before moving a stray hair that clung to your face.

"So... Dinner." You say, hurriedly putting your clothes back on. "Ah, right. Let's just go back to yours and order takeout on the way." Caleb nods and you swat his arm playfully. "I wanted to go out for hotpot!" You pout. "Ah, but then we can't get to round 2 as quickly."

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BLESS YOU FOR ALL THE VERSO X READER CONTENT 🙏 🙌 IDK WHY THERE'S NOTHING FOR IT BUT YOU ARE A SHINING BEACON OF LIGHT IN THIS ENDLESS DARKNESS (only 10 rated E fics on ao3 is criminal) I HOPE YOUR CROPS FLOURISH I HOPE YOUR LIFESTOCK PRODUCES I HOPE YOUR ENEMIES DIE AND YOUR FAMILY PROSPERS OVER THEM 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

THANK U FOR U FOR THE LOVE ANON!!! <3 it's so funny to me that i've got like 3 smut works of verso published on my ao3 now. like oh look it's that one writer who's freaked out over verso uploading something smutty again 😭😭

also for the newcomers - here is a link to my ao3! i have a completed verso/reader fanfiction and another ongoing verso/reader fanfiction. i will publish the fics to tumblr as well, but it takes a little bit of time to migrate and format those works on here :p

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My experience with Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 so far. I'm scared 🙂

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Hello! I absolutely adored your verso NSFW HC and I am so glad to see SOMEONE is writing for verso because there is a huge absence of the fandom on this app 😭

I was wondering if you'd perhaps have any fluffy HC's about romanced verso? It's hard for him to open up of course but I feel like once he does, he's got a hard time keeping his hands off his partner. Soft, adoring neck kisses, literally throwing himself in front of a nevron to protect them, running to the other edge of the continent just to grab flowers for them levels of sappy. He's a cuddler canonically, so I think physical contact is important to him. I would adore all the fluffy/sappy as I'm entering act 3 soon and I just know it's gonna destroy me haha

Thank you so much for sharing your writing, I hope you have a wonderful day/night!! ❤️

i hope you're also having a wonderful day/night!!! i also need to acknowledge that this is such a beautifully written request for a fluffy HC ;w; thank you so much for submitting this! i really hope you enjoy act 3, you're in for a wild ride!! <3 and you're definitely right, we are in a verso content drought on here, and i'm glad there is demand because it keeps my motivation up 😭❤️ so without further ado let's get into the fluffy verso hc's :3

SFW/Fluffy Verso Dessendre as your BF Headcanons

As mentioned before in my other hc, Verso is a very emotionally guarded person. He's lost more than he's loved, and for that he's constantly terrified of becoming close to others in any capacity, as it means he could put them in death's way. You'll notice him always hesitating to touch you, or hesitating to say something that could border on being more than a playful and platonic quip, and something that goes into a deeper, more romantic territory.

So many stolen glances. Expect Jane Austen novel male lead levels of yearning, longing, and pining. Verso will look at you every time he thinks you're not looking, and he'll often admire you from afar. He's also often subtly teased by Monoco or Maelle for this.

Also, as you mentioned, this man's self sacrificial tendencies (i.e.: his burden skill) means that even a light breeze will kick his protective instincts into overdrive and he'll tank almost any hit for you. He's immortal anyway, so no harm done, right?

Wrong. You get stressed the fuck out whenever Verso takes a hit for you (because it happens fairly often...) and you almost always give him an earful for too willingly hurting himself just so you don't get injured. This also always results in you taking care of his wounds, which is probably why he keeps doing it.

Verso is an incredibly reliable person, because he's had to live off the land for so long, he will always have food cooked and camp set up before others are back. He definitely is the fastest at doing this compared to anyone else who is rostered for setting up camp, and is happy to take on the task when someone else is tired.

On a deeper note, acts of service are also one of Verso's love languages - doing the cooking, cleaning, and throwing himself in front of danger; when he can't find his words, his actions will speak for him.

When things move past a platonic stage, Verso isn't hesitant to touch you. In fact, the man is incredibly touch starved, in both giving and receiving physical affection. Verso is a cuddler, so you have almost no use for your own bedroll now and you just share one with Verso.

For reference, big spoon or little spoon - he loves being both equally. Verso likes any form of physical contact when it comes to sleeping with you. However, he most prefers when he's sleeping on his back and your head is on his broad, muscular chest - it makes him feel like he can protect you the easiest this way, and he can also make sure you doze off and get a proper rest.

Interestingly, when you started to share the same bed as Verso, his nightmares drastically decreased. When he does get them, he will instinctively reach for you as soon as he wakes up.

Once you get together, Verso will only stay by your side. Despite the impracticality, he loves to hold your hand while walking when it's safe to do so. When it's a very safe area, he'll sling his arm over your shoulders as you walk, sometimes pulling you in so he can plant a small kiss to your temple.

In fact, just almost no concept of personal space with you two. Verso has found his person after so many years without someone by his side - you're often leaning on each other when you sit together, or in more intimate settings, you're usually sitting in his lap or he's leaning back seated between your legs. You also have a habit of kicking your feet up over his lap, and he'll absentmindedly massage your legs instinctively.

If anyone has watched the Challengers movie - the scene where Tashi is holding Art's head in her hands. Yep. That is Verso. If you hold his head in your hands, he looks at you with the sweetest puppy dog eyes. You're his entire world.

Verso's favourite spots to kiss you are your temple/forehead, your cheek, your shoulder blade, knuckles (especially if you've bruised them from beating up nevrons), and of course, your lips.

I think Verso's body temperature would run a bit warmer, and in the world, the elements are quite harsh and near the seaside most of the time, so you tend to run a bit colder as you're not used to the climate. Verso will always warm up your hands with his, or give you his jacket when he notices you're feeling the chill in the air.

Verso loves to stroke or rub your back as a way to soothe you. When you're sitting close to the campfire or you're in his bedroll, he will rub your back either through your shirt or underneath it.

Verso's favourite soothing action to receive is his hair being played with - mainly being stroked or your nails gently dragging through his scalp. When you do this, he'll also lean into your touch.

Speaking of hair - if anybody lays even a hair on your head, Verso will obliterate them into pieces. He means business when it comes to you.

Verso wouldn't even yell or make a scene. It would be a generational crash-out from him which is fueled by almost entirely silent rage.

If you and Verso get into a disagreement or argument, the anger doesn't linger at all with him. The man has had a long time of reflecting and has been through so much that he's incredibly perceptive and sensitive to others emotions. He does sometimes struggle to communicate what he's feeling and prefers to bottle his own emotions up, so he definitely needs the encouragement and more time to speak his mind.

He does also like to tease (and I mean that in every way), so banter with Verso is always going to be good. He's a very funny guy. Although he's an immortal old man who's been jaded by past experiences, his humour is something that has stayed with him throughout. He's not afraid to make a fool of himself and he's always ready to crack jokes so that he can see a smile on your face. The both of you end up with a ton of inside jokes - the rest of the team have given up on trying to decipher what all your inside jokes mean.

Also, more on hair (I'm not sure what it is with me writing about Verso and hair) but the man can give a good haircut. If Monoco isn't available, Verso is your other hairdresser. Also he can canonically braid hair - sometimes he will just play with your hair and make some interesting, intricate braided hairstyles when you're both sitting by the campfire or sitting together in your downtime.

Speaking of the flowers you mentioned! Verso would most definitely find beautiful flowers and other interesting trinkets for you. I also think that you would make them into something else - for example, you will dry and press the flowers he picks you, and turn it into bookmarks that you both use!

For some reason, Verso loves to playfully tickle you just to see a smile on your face. He also very much allows you to tickle him back when he's been too serious for too long.

Expect the sappiest, most heartfelt things from him. He'll compose multiple pieces for you, and he will jump at the chance to take you to any beautiful spot whenever possible to make memories with you.

uhhh i didn't expect i'd end up writing so much with this prompt HAHAHAAH but i hope everyone enjoys these hc's! if anybody would like a more specific headcanon or oneshot prompt, please ask away because clearly my mind is not done yet :D

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Your Verso NSFW headcanons post inspired me to do some math. According to Wikipedia, a standard baguette has a diameter of 2-2.5 inches. Using the circumference = π x diameter formula gives us a standard baguette girth of ~6.28-7.85 inches. To summarize: Verso is packing an actual baguette in his pants. Go forth and use this trivia for all your smutty needs.

ANON I NEED TO VOTE YOU FOR SOME KIND OF GLOBAL HUMANITARIAN AWARD 😭❤️ BECAUSE NOW I WILL BE THINKING OF THIS EVERY TIME I WRITE VERSO/READER SMUT

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hello hello! i saw youre taking requests and you seem to write for verso a lot which makes me so happy since there's not that many e33 writers out there atm. do you have any nsfw headcanons for him?

woaaah y'all are so fast on the offer, i'm glad since i need a break from writing my current main fic lol! and oooo do i ever (mdni, tiny bit of spoilers, more under the cut)

Verso Dessendre NSFW Headcanons

Verso... Our complicated king :( Let's start off with his demeanor and outlook.

Verso would need a high level of trust with another person for intimacy. He's seen the fragility of life and he's mourned more times than he can count on both of his hands. He can't treat relationships casually.

He's also a very emotionally guarded guy, so falling for someone and intimacy is a large leap. It means once he's in, he's all in.

I strongly believe Verso is a yearner and he'll wait until the very last possible moment to reveal his feelings if you don't reveal them first. He'd much rather yearn for you from afar with stolen glances and featherlight grazes against your hand.

I would honestly assign Verso's demeanor to be most like a puppy, or from a sadder angle, a dog with a wound, surviving out in the harsh climate. He's so desperate for any type of affection, but he's been previously scorned and he struggles to let himself give in to affection and intimacy at the start.

Verso is really interesting because the man can definitely flirt, and he would have no trouble with dating or getting someone's attention. But he tries to hold himself back all the time. So when he's trying to flirt with you and seduce you, this looks like...

Taking any possible opportunity to touch you even when it's innocent. He'll keep finding excuses under the guise of being chivalrous or wanting to help others in need, but his touches with you seem to linger a little bit longer. He'll hold on to your hand to help you up just that bit longer, if you stumble or you look like you're about to trip, he's there steadying you by the small of your back.

Verso has such pretty icy blue eyes, and they're contrasted so beautifully by his inky black hair. The contrast in his features makes his stare so intense, that it becomes difficult to hold eye contact with him without getting yourself all flustered. And he knows the effect that it has on you. It's why he keeps on doing it.

He'll find any excuse to reach over you and be almost mere millimeters away from your body. Bonus points if he gets to speak in your ear quietly while he's already so close to you in proximity.

Verso isn't quick to do much more than fleeting touches, but when he's feeling a little more brave, he'll find excuses to hold onto you. He especially likes to hold you by your waist, especially when it involves sitting while you're standing, because he loves it when he can lean on your hip or stomach while your fingers rake through his hair.

Taking it further, he's definitely into kissing and biting your neck to seduce you. He'd tease you for ages, planting hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses and barely skimming your skin with his fingertips until you take matters into your own hands. The man 100% enjoys teasing.

Now is the time to say, I just KNOW Verso is packing. As if the swimsuit skin didn't reveal that canonically, I myself need to go on record and say I KNOW IT'S BIG. But it wouldn't be painfully big, he'd be a solid 7 inches blessed in the girth department. I know it's thick. Just one chance Verso, please.

When I think of Verso's demeanor in bed, I have a theory that he's not fully dominant, although he does like control, he will relinquish it on purpose for his pleasure. He's giving you the illusion of control, because giving you the role of dominance and becoming a whimpering, moaning mess under you is fun. I'd say letting you believe you can dominate him at will, when in fact he's probably baiting you into it is very on brand for Verso. You also kind of know that he's just giving you the illusion of control, but it's too fun to stop anyway.

When Verso is leading, he is most definitely a pleasure dom. Without a doubt. He wants to keep going and going for hours (canon btw) until your legs are shaking and you're completely stuffed and spent, sweating and panting, until your throat becomes hoarse from screaming his name for so long.

When Verso lets you lead, he'll be a whimpering and moaning mess. He loves praise. He lives for it. He wants to hear that he's doing a good job, that he's your good boy, that he's perfect.

Although he also has major power bottom tendencies if you rile him up enough when you're leading.

Favourite positions are the mating press and cowgirl. Because god, he wants to be as close to you as possible and watch your pretty face when you come undone, whether that's beneath him or on top of him.

Public sex/exhibitionist kink. Kind of self-explanatory, but he doesn't care if others hear or watch. He's into it, actually. He likes knowing that others know the effect he has on you. If the opportunity somehow presented himself, he'd be fucking you in front of blatant onlookers just so everyone is aware of how good he fucks you.

He's definitely into biting and licking. One precise headcanon I have is that when you're not in a position facing each other, he'll do one long and slow lick up your spine as he bends you over. The oral fixation is strong.

Actually, on that topic, Verso is definitely a munch. He'd be between your thighs even if he gets something out of it or not. He just gets off on watching the way you come undone on his tongue. I just know that man is STARVINGGGG.

Dirty talk and praise, of course. He'd talk you through it for sure. "So good for me", "good girl/boy", "atta girl/boy", "you can take it", "I've got you", "ride it out for me" are just to name a few.

This was so fun to write! Thank you for my first ever req anon :D

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those that yearn, earn (caleb/reader oneshot)

[mdni | 18+ | afab reader] “Hey. I told you to sit on my face.” Caleb looks up at you between your thighs. “Huh? Well, I am, I just don’t wanna crush you-” Your eyes widen as you feel him using his Evol on your lower body, your hips sinking right down onto his face. “When I say sit on my face, I mean it.”

crossposted to ao3

Well, shit. You didn’t expect that you would be stranded on a night out with your colleagues, and to make it worse, you’re totally wasted.

Xavier didn’t attend, adamant on clocking off and heading straight home to sleep - very fair. Jenna was called for some kind of private work related matter and had to rush back out. Simone ended up going home with some guy at the third bar you stopped at, and Tara drank so much she threw up and Andrew was the one to get her a cab. Talk about embarrassing - you just know Tara is going to blow your phone up crying that she got so drunk in front of her direct supervisor that he was the one to send her home in a taxi.

That just left you, alone in the bustling nightlife strip of Linkon. Unfortunately, trains have stopped running at this hour of the night, and your apartment is on the other side of town; not exactly a pleasant walking experience. So you called your first option - Caleb. You fumbled with your phone, clumsily smacking the ring icon with your thumb as you held the phone up to your ear. He almost immediately picks up - even when you were kids, he was always this consistently reliable.

“Hey, you’re up late.” Caleb greets in a warm tone. “Yeaaah… Ha… I was meant to go home with all my colleagues but they dropped like flies over the night. I’m in the Azure nightlife area, but the trains don’t run at this hour so… I’m kinda stranded. Weelll… I’m not, but I don’t feel like walking around at night as a drunk woman…” “Of course. Can you see any noticeable landmarks where I can find you?” Caleb asks sincerely. “Erm, I’m standing outside the All Night Blue cafe, it’s got a bright blue neon sign.” You wobble on your heels as you look up at the sign. “Yeah, it’s not far from me, I’ll be there in about 15.” Caleb says. “O-Okay, thank you, Caleb.” You thank him, trying not to drunkenly stumble over your words. “You don’t need to thank me. You know I’ll do anything for you.” Caleb replies, and you feel a flutter in your chest at his words. “I- yeah. I’ll see you soon, bye.” “See ya pipsqueak.”

The purr of Caleb’s Lanzador had many heads turning, and you almost felt embarrassed by the dork turning up in his expensive sports car - but it’s also to be expected that a pilot would drive such a flashy sports car. “Heya.” Caleb grins, unlocking his door as you quickly slide in. “Hey… Sorry if I reek of alcohol.” You smile sheepishly as Caleb begins to drive. “Don’t worry about it. It’s typical worker culture. Did ya have fun before everyone else ended up bailing?” Caleb asked. “Yeah, well, I swear I didn’t even drink that much. But the food at the barbeque joint was so awful. The cuts of meat were so tough and had way too much fat. Plus the rice was undercooked.” You pout. “Ah, what a shame. But also your food standards are pretty high since you’re used to my cooking.” Caleb teases. “Ha - duh! You spoil me with good food. So much to the point where my meals are only slightly better than that restaurants…” You pout. “Haha, well I’ll come over soon and make some braised chicken wings for you again. I’ll make a larger batch so you have plenty of leftovers.” Caleb offers with a smile as he pulls into the garage parking of your apartment complex.

“T-Thank you again…” You stifled a hiccup as you fumbled with your seatbelt. “Wait-” Caleb says, and you look up at him through your eyelashes. “I don’t think I can sleep knowing you’re so drunk. I’m worried something could happen, I don’t know. I just feel like I have a responsibility. I could at least stay for an hour so I know you’re settled?” Caleb offers. “That would be n-*hic* nice.” Your hiccups won this round. “You can even stay overnight if you want.” You add, seemingly unaware of the effect that the last sentence had on Caleb. “Yeah, okay, we’ll see how you go.” Caleb nods.

Your hair was still damp, and it smelt of your shampoo, a clean, ambroxan scent. You walked over to Caleb, who was in your kitchen tsking at what little kitchen ingredients you have. “Pipsqueak. So many takeaway boxes and instant foods, so little actual ingredients.” Caleb teases. “That’s what happens when you grow up with someone who was probably a royal chef in a previous life.” You scoff, handing him a black short sleeve and grey basketball shorts from his college days. Caleb’s eyes widened a little. “Huh? So that’s where they went all these years.” Caleb remarks. “Er, yeah… Sorry… Well, to be fair. I thought you died. And also the material feels nice to lounge in.” You say sheepishly as he takes his clothes from his hands. “Oh, uh, and my underwear.” Caleb’s ears tinted pink. The thought of you keeping his underwear, well… “Haha, oops, yeaaaahh… Those are comfy to sleep in. Feel free to shower if you need to. I can put on a movie and bring out some snacks if you’re not tired?” You ask, totally glazing over the fact that you just admitted to him that you sleep in his underwear sometimes. “Yeah, that sounds good.” Caleb nods, trying his best to appear nonchalant at the idea that you took his underwear.

Caleb’s mind wanders while the hot water glides down his muscular back, the suds of your body wash filling his nostrils. The vanilla scent smells exactly like you - it lingers and clings, seeping deep into his senses. Caleb’s breath hitches, and he feels his cock twitch as he replays the thought of you keeping his underwear in his head. Were you just as of a perverted, sick freak as he was? Did you ever notice that he would offer to do the laundry and a pair of your panties vanished? Or were you just as oblivious as him?

The basketball shorts still fit Caleb nicely, although it was definitely a bit tighter on the ass. The black shirt on the other hand, was almost considered a compression shirt, since he’s built his chest and arms so much since his college days. “Ugh, now that’s just not fair.” You grumble, setting down the bowl of potato twists and cold-pressed apple juice. “Huh?” Caleb walks over to the couch as you playfully narrow your eyes at him before turning the TV on. “...Your ass. It’s bigger. Like, way bigger than mine, and I’ve been working out.” You complain, turning on one of the latest streaming releases. “The DAA’s training program is no joke.” Caleb laughs. “You’re complainin’ but your training has paid off. You look strong, your physique is great.” Caleb adds, trying his best to compliment you back in a respectful way, when deep down, he was definitely staring at your ass in those pajama shorts.

You settled onto the couch with Caleb, laying next to him in a spooning position with the duvet draped over the both of you. The feeling of Caleb’s arm wrapped loosely around your upper arm gave a calming weighted sensation, yet the feeling of your body pressed against his made your heart race. You often thought about how not platonic some of the things you both did really was. You kissed him at his graduation in front of his entire cohort, you both used to pretend to date each other, you would attend every single one of his basketball games, the cuddling… The list truly goes on. You swatted the thought away and kept your gaze on the screen until you eventually began to doze off…

“Nnn…” Your body squirmed a little above Caleb’s. As the evening went on, he ended up on his back and your face was buried in his chest, laying almost directly on top of him. Any more squirming and that saintly restraint of Caleb’s would snap. “You alright pipsqueak?” Caleb whispers in a gentle tone, looking down at your sleeping form. “Please don’t throw up.” He adds, his eyes fixed on the now empty snack bowl, ready to use his Evol on it in case you were about to hurl on him. But your eyes stayed shut. “C-Caleb…” You were moaning his name in your sleep. “Oh god, oh god, wait- come on, sit up.” Caleb begins to panic, assuming you were feeling unwell. “Mmm - huh? Sorry, I must’ve fallen asleep.” You blink, sitting up straight in his lap with your legs straddled on either side of Caleb’s, as you feel the uncomfortable damp sensation of your panties sticking to your crotch. Oh god. “O-Okay, you just seemed, uh, in pain.” Caleb’s hands loosen from your waist as your gaze averts to the floor. “Y-Yeah, kinda… No. Sorry. I’m fine.” “Kinda? Where does it hurt?” “I-It doesn’t hurt, sorry, just half asleep.” “No, no, please, you seem fidgety. Please don’t hide it from me.” “Er, I… Really. I’m ok, sometimes I just get a bit uncomfortable when I sleep.” You explain, hoping that Caleb would take the answer at face value. “Uncomfortable? You mean like, a dead arm, achy joints, or somethin’?” Caleb cocks his head to the side. Ah, of course he wouldn’t take it at face value. The man is an over-analytical puppy with a bone. If he doesn’t get to the bottom with it, he’ll persist. “Yeah, something like that.” Your weight shifts between your knees above him. His violet eyes are so laced with concern, his eyebrows knitted in worry. Puppy eyes. “Well, I’m sure I can help. I can get you a heating pad, I can rearrange a few pillows, what else?” He offers, his thumbs absentmindedly tracing circles on your outer thigh. “It’s none of that, but I’m ok. I don’t think you can help me with it.” Your gaze is fixed on his large hands caressing your legs. You’re sure he’s doing it in a soothing manner, but with the dream you just had… “Please, I want to help - you can be honest, I promise I won’t judge.” Caleb says with sincerity. “You promise?” “I promise.” “Pinky promise?” “Pinky promise.”

You sigh. “I-I have these dreams, and um, I subconsciously, in my sleep, er, you know…” You trail off. Caleb’s eyes are locked onto yours. “I don’t know how else to say it without sounding like a pervert! Ugh! I get sex dreams and I wake up sweaty and well, sticky, down there.” You hurriedly admit, crossing your arms and looking away, fearing for Caleb’s reaction. Would he push you off and leave? Would he never want to speak to you again? “Oh.” He replies, his facial expression morphing from concerned to shocked. “T-That’s it?” You stammer. “Sorry, yeah, it was really gross and out of line for me to tell you.” You tuck your hair behind your ear nervously. “So you want help with it?” Caleb asks. The question sounded suggestive, but his tone was neutral, it was hard for you to tell where he was going with this. “I- uh, um…” You can’t find any words. This whole scenario was making your head spin, and you weren’t really drunk anymore, so it wasn’t the alcohol.

“Well, if you don’t want help from me, I get it. But remember when I helped you before? Your junior year, my senior year of high school? Did you… Did you need that kind of help again?” Caleb asked cautiously. “Or, y’know, we can pretend this whole thing never happened.” He adds. You know exactly what he’s referring to. Teenage hormones, living under the same roof, and you had just found out you could have an orgasm from touching yourself, but by god, did nothing seem to get you there. Until one day you and Caleb were practicing making out under the guise of “not wanting to be inexperienced before going to college”, and you began grinding down on his leg, cumming for the first time. The whole situation shocked you both and there was a wordless agreement that you weren’t going to be doing any of that anymore. Until now, it seems.

“You can use me as you please. If you want to.” Caleb’s pupils were dilated, his cheeks flushed. “O-Okay…” You nod shyly, shedding the blanket off of your body. Caleb catches a glimpse of your pajama shorts, a dark, damp patch had formed in the crotch area, the contrast obvious against the grey material. Your body leans over his as you adjust your legs, your crotch lowering to his thigh as you begin to grind and rub against him. You let out a sigh of relief as your clit feels that familiar pressure. Your head is buried in the crook of his neck, partially because you didn’t want him to see your face, and partially because you love the way he smells. He seems to have his own body chemistry scent, despite using your body wash.

Despite grinding on him, the feeling isn’t seeming to hit the same way it did that time all those years ago. “C-Caleb, is it okay if I take my shorts off?” You ask him. “Yeah, it’s okay.” He reassures you as you quickly shimmy out of your pajama shorts. Your underwear is made of a thin material and in a thong cut. When Caleb looked down, he could see your plump pussy lips spilling out of the sides, the outline of your clit made evident from the way the damp fabric is clinging to your pussy. “Fuck…” Caleb whispers to himself, his cock straining through his pants, feeling his precum smear in his underwear. “Ahhh… F-Feels so good…” You moan, your slick pussy grinding harder. Your underwear is so tiny and thin to begin with, all the grinding has caused your panties to shift to the side naturally. Caleb could feel your sopping wet, bare pussy against his thigh, as your clit rubbed back and forth against him. “Please, yes, please use me… Fuck, just want you to use me like I’m your fucktoy…” Caleb whispers as he pulls you close, his words making you slow down your pace. “W-Wait, you’ve wanted to as well this whole time?” Your eyes widen as you pull back from his body, the loss of sensation from your body making him whimper a little. “...Yes.” He admits bashfully. “O-Oh.” You can’t seem to find any words. “If you’d let me, I’d let you put my mouth to work. Show you how badly I’ve been wanting to see you cum again, since that day.” Caleb whispers. “Yes… Please.” You whisper back. “Yeah?” He says in a husky tone.

“Shuffle up a bit. Sit on my face.” “O-Okay.” You nod as you shuffle upwards. You instinctively cover your lower face with your hand as you lower your pussy to his face. “Mmm…” Caleb moans as his hands gently grip your hips. He cranes his neck to bury his face against your damp crotch, deeply inhaling your scent. “H-Hey! This is-” Your body trembles like a leaf in arousal at the lewd act. “A little late to call me the pervert since you’ve been grinding that dripping wet pussy all over my thigh.” Caleb smirks before sticking his tongue out, rubbing it against your clit with an open mouth. “A-Aah~!” “These are so thin. Do you care about this pair?” Caleb asks, his thumb hooked under the waistband at the side of your hip. “Well, not really, it’s an old pair and-!” Your sentence is cut short as Caleb rips your underwear apart in one fell swoop, pocketing the torn pair in the pocket of his shorts. “Much better.” He remarks, as he presses his mouth to your pussy again. “Oh… Fuck… That feels so good…” You shiver at the feeling of his tongue making kitten licks at your clit. “Hey. I told you to sit on my face.” Caleb looks up at you between your thighs. “Huh? Well, I am, I just don’t wanna crush you-” Your eyes widen as you feel him using his Evol on your lower body, your hips sinking right down onto his face. “When I say sit on my face, I mean it.” He says before devouring your pussy.

“Haaa… Fuck. Caleb, I’m so close…” You moan as you feel your orgasm approaching, your hips bucking and grinding against Caleb’s face as he eats your pussy like it’s his last meal. “Yeah? You wanna cum for me, princess? You wanna use my tongue and face to get yourself off?” He slides two fingers in with ease, curling them. You practically scream his name at the sensation of his fingers and tongue at the same time. “Yes, please. Fuck. So good. Such a good boy. So fucking good at making me cum.” You praise him, which he returns in kind with an even harder and faster pace. “Yes, fuck yes! Caleb…!” You moan his name as you cum, your fluids gushing and painting his mouth and chin, as you look down at him with a fucked-out expression. His plump lips were wet with your slick, a feeling of possessiveness and ownership surging through you.

You remove your hips from his face and straddle his hips again, a lustful, submissive expression strewn over his face. Your hand reaches down as you lick the side of his chin slowly, from his jawline to the corner of his mouth, earning a groan of pleasure from him. “We’re not done, you know that, right? It wouldn’t be kind of me to use you like that and not give you anything in return…” You kiss him deeply, tasting yourself on him. Your hand reaches lower and you grasp his dick, before realising just how thick and long his cock is.

“The fuck?” You pause. “What?” “This actually your dick?” “...What else would it be?” “Thought you smuggled a pringles tube in your pants.” “Haha! Scared you can’t take me?” Caleb taunts. “Seriously, you’ve been packing this whole time and I never noticed.” You scoffed jokingly as you pulled his pants down, his cock springing upwards as he shed his shorts and underwear. You made little kitten licks upon the tip of his dick, which was so sticky from all of his precum, before lowering your mouth down on him as he threads his hands through your hair to hold it out of your face. Your head bobbed up and down as your hand worked along his shaft, your moaning sending vibrations straight to his dick as Caleb moaned like a fucking pornstar.

“Fuck, so good… Ngh…” Caleb moans as he thrusts his hips harder into your mouth. “Wait, wait…” You say, releasing your mouth from his cock. “W-What???” Caleb asks, pouting a little at the loss of sensation. “I don’t want you to cum in my mouth.” You say, standing up. “O-Oh, I can let you know right before I-” “I want you to cum inside me.” You weren’t asking him, you were directing him. “You want to…” Caleb trails off. “It’s alright, I’m on the pill. I wanna feel you.” “Yeah, yes please.” He nods as you lower your hips, your sopping wet core rubbing against his sticky tip, your clit sliding up and down against his mushroomy tip just to tease him.

“Ah! Hey!” You exclaim as Caleb flips you onto your back. “Sorry pipsqueak, had enough of the teasin’.” Caleb chuckles in a way that makes your heart flutter, as you hook your legs around his waist as his cock sinks into your pussy slowly. “Ngh… So… Full…” You’re panting as you adjust to his size. It wasn’t truly the size of a pringles tube, but god his length and girth is impressive in the best way possible. “Look at the way your pussy is just taking me… Like you’re made for me.” He smirks proudly, watching you take his dick in. “Haa… So tight.” He groans as he bottoms out inside of you. You mewl as Caleb begins to slowly thrust, your legs moving from his hips to the tops of his shoulders as he fucks you into the couch in the mating press position. “F-Fuck, so good. Mmm, please, right there…!” Your praise encourages Caleb and he continues to pound into you harder. Caleb keeps the pace as if he’s operating on a metronome, his hips snapping rhythmically into yours as you moan and mewl his name. “Caleb, Caleb, wanna… Cum…” You pant, your vision blurring a little as he thoroughly fucks your cunt. “M-Me too, ‘m close…” Caleb moans, clearly pussy drunk as your walls tighten against him. “Yeah, that’s it princess. I wanna see that fucked-out expression on your pretty face.” He whispers as he fucks you harder and faster than before. “Mmm! I-I… Ngh… Cum…” You’re getting pounded and fucked so good you can’t even utter a single word. “Yeah, that’s it… Haa… Fuck… Such a cute expression. Cum for me…” Caleb groans. As if on command, you scream his name as that coil snaps in your stomach, your pussy gushing with your cum. The sensation of your walls tightening pushed Caleb over the edge, as he moans and whimpers, his breathing heavy as he spills his cum inside of you.

You both decided sleeping on the couch you just fucked on would not be the most comfortable option. You both lay in each others arms that night in between your sheets. You fell asleep once again, but this time to the sensation of Caleb stroking your back and kissing your forehead.

…

“Oh, we slept in past breakfast, maybe we can just have a snack and go out somewhere for lunch?” You yawn as you enter your kitchen. “I can also just make something for us, probably.” Caleb offers as he opens your pantry door. “Yeah, if there’s anything you can think of, for sure.” You nod, pulling out a carton of milk. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Caleb turn to you with something in his hand, outstretched for you to look at.

A tube of pringles.

You smack it down onto the floor immediately.

[quartz-writes]

greetings

hi all! i'm quartz (using my favourite gemstone for identity protection purposes lol) and i go by she/her pronouns. i like to write and read in my free time, and generally whatever i'm hyperfixated on, i will write about lol

i'm diagnosed with adhd and i work in the healthcare field, so my days are often quite hectic. despite this, i try to keep fics updated and also like to take on short requests such as oneshots or headcanons when possible!

i mainly like to write for clair obscur e33, love and deepspace, jjk, persona, and dc. however this list is subject to change depending on what game or anime/show im watching lol

you can also find me on ao3 as well, where things are updated faster at quartzviolet

that's all for now <3

[quartz-writes]

ruin, rinse, repeat - verso x reader | prologue + chapter 1

the dessendre group. a powerhouse family known for their business ventures across many sectors, have recently been sending their children out to act as CEO's to flip companies with great potential but are at risk of going under ever since the death of their youngest child, alicia. while the dessendre's continue to throw themselves into their work, what happens when verso takes over as CEO and inherits a slightly messy but brilliant team lead who challenges the corporate suit of armour he's donned to blockade his emotions? [mdni/18+]

crossposted to AO3!

Prologue

23rd of December, 2023: "…Alicia Dessendre, youngest daughter of the Dessendre Group, has tragically died in a house fire accident that consumed almost half of the family's mansion in the 16th arrondissement. Reports state that Alicia had died immediately in the fire, however their son, Verso Dessendre, who attempted to rescue her, still remains in critical condition at the…-"

The TV cuts to a different channel, maman sighing as a trashy soap drama begins to play. "It's all that has been on the news for the last few hours. It's too depressing." She sighs. "I, for one, do not give a shit about rich people. So what? Everyone dies. At least she got to die in a mansion, the Dessendre's are a stupid level of old money rich." Your brother, Claude rolls his eyes. "Claude. It's not as simple as that. Have some empathy. She died at 16, which is so young… And she didn't choose to be born into that family. We can say the rich are shitty assholes, but it doesn't mean we bring their innocent children into it." Papa chides. "Okay, yeah, whatever… Still fuckin' hate rich people though." Claude states. "Understandable, mon chou. But empathy is something more valuable than riches, and it cannot be bought. Don't forget that." Maman reminds Claude.

The thin stainless steel fork pressed against your palm uncomfortably as you pushed the cold, shrivelled peas around your plate. "Darling, you've barely eaten. Is everything ok?" Maman asks, her brows knitted together in concern. "H-Huh? Yeah, just… Nervous about starting the new position tomorrow." You exhale. "It's a massive achievement, though. We're all very proud of you - a team lead is a title that is usually earned after a very long time, being so young and earning such a position is wonderful." Papa compliments, and you smile. "Well, the company is so small, it wouldn't happen if we weren't." You try to downplay the compliment. "At least the pay will be great - you can finally afford to purchase that apartment you've been saving up for so long too!" Maman smiles softly. "Very true." You smile, your fork making a soft clatter as you place it down.

...

Chapter 1: Farewell

"W-We're going under!?" You exclaim, heart instantly dropping to the pit of your stomach. "Yes and no… We were going to go under with the rise in AI. I mean, this business was built on the backs of humans, not computers. We refuse to change that as it violates our ethos, however other businesses cannot afford artists and graphic designers in this economy." Maria sighs. "O-oh god… So are we all…?" You cross your arms against your chest tightly, hoping the pressure steadies your rapidly beating heart. "No - no. Just me - it's about time I retire anyway. I'm not getting any younger and I've always wanted to see the world…" Maria's brown eyes dart wistfully to the window briefly, before settling on yours again. "So I'll be keeping my position?" You ask, chewing on your bottom lip in anticipation. "Yes, Envisager will function as normal, subject to the changes that the Dessendre group make." Maria nods. "Wait, so we're getting bought out? By the Dessendre group?" Your eyes widen a little. "They made the best offer and aligned with our ethics the best - Envisager is still profitable, however as times and technology have changed, I simply cannot keep up, and I'm getting tired. I know when to hang my coat up." Maria says solemnly. "…You're the best boss I've ever had. Please don't forget that, Maria." You smile softly at her, and she returns a big grin in turn. "I'm so glad I made you team lead. I know you'll do great things and work excellently with the new CEO to make the best decisions possible." Maria reassures.

The four week period rolled around faster than you thought. In a little brasserie, the upper floor shone with brilliant amber lights and shook with laughter. "To Maria!" You shout, raising your champagne glass, the pale-wheat colour liquid ever so slightly sloshing with the motion of your hand as everyone mimicked the movement. "To Maria!" The rest of the team echoed back, and on the very rare occasion, you watched Maria shed a tear. "I cannot believe we actually got bought out. Well… It could've been worse. She could've just shut everything down and we'd all have to scramble for new jobs in this shitty economy." Sciel guffaws, taking a long sip of her champagne. "Ahhh. The taste of being bought by Dessendre group is pretty sweet." She adds in a joking tone. "I looked at their track record extensively over the last few weeks as soon as word got out that we were bought by them. Honestly? It was the most ideal situation, they've got a lot of connections and they've pivoted businesses like ours before. In my opinion, I believe the new CEO will be one of their children. Aline and Renoir - their parents, are the bigwigs, but they'd never embark on such tasks. They've been handing out these opportunities to their kids instead." Lune chimes in. "Ohhh, really? I hope we get Clea. I read some interview with her on Paris Post a while back - she seems to run a tight ship and she gets shit done. I like that in a woman." Sciel wiggles her eyebrows and widens her eyes for dramatic effect. "It could also be Verso Dessendre - I heard Clea takes on the slightly bigger projects. And Verso took a while to recover from that whole fire incident." Lune notes, as if she had studied the Dessendre line like they were a semester final. "Shame… If it was Clea I'd be swooning." Sciel jokes. "Whichever person it is, Clea or Verso, ugh, I just hope they're not snobby little rich kids making out of touch changes. Because it's me that has to deal with all of that." You pinch the bridge of your nose, imagining the headache you'd have arguing with someone's entitled, out of touch, rich child. "Ugh, true. Good luck." Lune gently claps you on the shoulder in jest. "I'll probably need it…" You groan, taking another long sip of champagne.

"Merde… My fucking head…" You groan as your alarm blares from your phone. Smacking the snooze button, you pull your linen duvet over your head, relishing in the cold, dark comfort of your bed for another 5 minutes. The weekend went by much too fast for your liking.

Black heeled boots clicking on the uneven cobblestone, threatening to throw you off kilter. You head towards the big glass building, ripping your lanyard from your bag as you scan through the gates and head into the elevator. Impatiently - as is your usual fashion, as soon as the doors opened, you began to repeatedly slam your finger against the 'close' button, tapping your foot on the floor. As the doors begin to close, you hear a voice call out. "Yeah, whatever…" You whisper to yourself, folding your arms and stepping back. As you do, a hand shoves between the doors, triggering the sensor. You inwardly groan in annoyance.

"Apologies." A man with jet black wavy hair and an interesting white streak on one side of his hair. His eyes were a striking pale blue - so pale they almost seemed iridescent, but what was even more eye-catching was the faint vertical scar that traversed from the top of his eyebrow, almost down to the middle of his cheek, intersecting with his eye. Despite the obvious scar and the unconventional streak which others may perceive as a flaw, the man was devtastingly handsome. The 'once in a generation' type of handsome, and it was kind of blinding to look at. "No, honestly my fault. I didn't really hear and I'm desperate to use the toilet." You truthfully admit, smiling sheepishly. "It's okay, I would probably do the same." He crosses his arms and chuckles a little, and you note how deep his voice is. You also note that he is not pressing another floor's button. In no way… "Guess we're both going to the same floor then, but I've never seen you around." You comment, trying to sneakily confirm your suspicion. "Ah yep - first day on the job." He nods. So this man is probably Verso Dessendre, the new CEO. "Oh… You're Maria's replacement then?" You ask in a tentative tone. "That would be me. Correct." He replies, and you notice he's a man of few words. His tone isn't rude or flippant, his replies are just short. Borderline curt. "I see." You nod, as the doors open and you both begin to walk. "So you are…?" Verso asks, trailing off. You give him your name as you pull out your lanyard again. "And you?" You ask him as you scan your tag to deactivate the office security, quickly punching in the alarm code. The grey silicone buttons feel particularly mushy under the pad of your index thumb today. "The name's Verso." Verso replies. You already know that, but you nod and pretend it's the first time you've heard of his name anyway. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Verso." You nod in acknowledgement as the fluorescent lights flicker to life.

"So it is Verso then. Dammit." Sciel pouts playfully, stabbing her wooden fork into her caesar salad. "I wish it wasn't, but not for the same reasons as Sciel. Verso doesn't really do interviews nor does he have a lot of media coverage on him… He's harder to predict in terms of what he might do." Lune taps her chin, deep in thought. "He seems… Fine? I guess? He's been inside his office since this morning when the day started. He doesn't talk much, if anything." You shrug. "Weeell, I did stalk your calendar. Keep us updated on how your meeting with him at the end of the day goes." Lune lowers her volume by a few decibels to avoid being overheard in the cafe, just in case anybody from work is nearby. "Since we haven't seen him much, I'm going to assume it's okay. I feel like if he were a massive asshole, he would've caused a scene by now." You deduce. "Maybe, but also you know how these kinds of people are. They might just make some quiet, subtle changes, and before you know it… They replace us all with their own cronies and such." Sciel sighs. "As team lead, no fucking way would I let that happen to you guys. No. Fucking. Way." You reassure them. You look down at your watch and gasp. "Shit - gotta go, I've got a meeting about that mural in the community arts district with the local council." You add, bidding them goodbye.

The rest of your way day goes by in a blink. You stare at your online calendar, the little red bar hovering just above the little blue block titled 'CEO and team lead meeting'. You sigh, packing your items before walking over to the door. It felt weird approaching the door, knowing that Maria was no longer going to be in there. You softly knock, and hear a muffled "come in" from the other side. Stepping in, the first thing you notice is the deep warm and wooden tones. It didn't feel cold or unapproachable, but it felt darker, moodier… More intense. He must've made these changes rather quickly over the weekend. "Hello again." You greet, striding over as Verso gestures to a chair facing his large oakwood executive desk. That was also new. Maria loved the light and bright scheme - she was all about pops of colour, sheer white curtains, and birch wood tones. It's like Verso almost inverted the place. "Hi - take a seat." He greets, clicking off his computer for a moment. "So… Did you have anything in particular you wanted to discuss?" You begin, kicking your legs crossed underneath your seat. "Hmm, a few. We'll jump right into it." He says, and you suppress a quirk of your brow. He is nothing like Maria and it sucks. Maria was all about opening with a chat and being genuinely interested in how people are doing - Verso was straight to business, seemingly cut and dry, uninterested in his coworkers. You purse your lips in the hopes that a rude comment doesn't fly out of them.

"Sure." You nod. "So, as we know, AI is taking over plenty of creative's jobs. Envisager is in a very unique situation, where you've all fostered connections with several industries, including the gaming and food industry, alongside local government collaborations. It's a great multi-pronged approach, however, as costs rise, well… It'll get tougher. I say we focus on our niche supplying artistic talent to the gaming and local government industries, but there's so many food packaging businesses that are using AI now, so the field is much less lucrative. I think there's no point and we will pull the plug. Thoughts?" Verso asks. You hold your breath - Sciel was in the midst of securing a deal for a major food chain, if this goes, she'll lose such a huge project… "Hold off on the food packaging for a moment; we've got someone securing a deal with Bun and Grill, they're a significant food chain and it'll bring a great deal of revenue." You express. "Bun and Grill are big, but they are not consistent with their partnerships. They could use Envisager today, and another company tomorrow. We need more stable partners." Verso replies. "I see. However we will lose a few big projects doing this, which can decrease our revenue short term. This is quite risky, you know? At least they should complete those negotiated stints." You reply, feeling a little prickly under the collar now. "That's another thing, team size is relatively small but there are a few things we can do to up productivity, such as internships." Verso adds, and you barely suppress your sigh. "That's… Complex. Internship also requires training students to a degree, and we'd not be doing it at an extra cost. Not for the employees who take those students on at least, the money that comes from universities will not be seen by them directly." You argue. He had a good point, but something about his suggestions and turning Maria's office upside down just really seemed to get to you… "And how would you propose we move forward then, team lead?" Verso asks. Did he just use your title instead of your name…? "We need all the connections we can get as we transition through this, and our team is so small, I don't think we're equipped to deal with narrowing our scope so suddenly. Instead of internships, we should actually do graduate programs. Build our numbers so that people don't end up in a scope they're not passionate about." You reply, folding your arms. "That's good, but, we need to think about revenue and how we can keep people paid." Verso says, tapping his fingers against the heavy oakwood surface. "We're going to cut the ties with a few industries - food and product design first. Internship is good - it's less labour and a good experience for the team. I'll consider your other suggestions at a later point in time." Verso acknowledges, and you feel like combusting into a million pieces across his moody little office.

"Okay… Listen. I understand that this company is in an odd spot and I'm sure you've got plenty of experience, but as team lead, I'm the one on the ground a lot of the time. I've known our employees for years, and they're loyal to this company for a reason. With all due respect, this is a massive, massive jump to something entirely new. You're going to throw them into the deep end without a lifebuoy and it's concerning me." You can't help but blurt out. "If they're good employees and worth their salt, they can overcome change." Verso quips back. "Yes but you can't be a good employee if you're not supported well enough! You're only as good as your management." You sigh, trying to calm yourself. "Perhaps you and Maria have been quite soft - if we don't adapt, we don't overcome. Business is much more brutal than it ever has been in these times." Verso says, and you swear there is a condescending tone in that voice. It's fucking pissing you off. "But does it matter if we're soft? That's what makes this place good to work for. Sure, we're small. But when you walk into the office, you don't feel like your life force is draining the moment you set foot in here. Increasing revenue is equally as important to show your face and ask your employees how they're doing." You avoid his gaze as you slam your mouth shut after that last sentence. "Right… Perhaps this meeting didn't go as predicted. I understand that I am making some big changes and they're not what you'd expect. Maybe cool off and we can discuss strategies in future." Verso says, rising from his executive black leather seat and coolly striding towards his door, holding it open for you. You narrow your eyes ever so slightly at him, wordlessly walking out and not glancing back.

Entitled, ignorant fucking asshole.

[quartz-writes]

closer - Verso Dessendre/Reader oneshot

*Cross-posted on AO3 @ quartzviolet*

"Tomorrow we head for the heart of the Paintress, so let's make sure we're well equipped." Lune speaks at the campfire, looking up from the notebook she's scribbling in. "Perhaps I should stock up on a few more tinctures…" Sciel responds back in a hum, as you walk by everyone and collect their bowls from tonight's dinner. "Thanks." Maelle gave me a soft smile. You grin back at her, feeling glad that she's processing her grief of Gustave a little more to the point where she's able to bring herself to smile again. You walk off, stacking the bowls and bringing them closer to the washing area of the cliffside, as you begin to rinse the questionably coloured stew that Lune made tonight. 'Hmm - maybe I'll just cook tomorrow night…' You think to yourself.

"Need help?" A familiar deep voice calls out from behind you.

"Gah!" You yelp in surprise, fumbling with the bowl and dropping it onto your foot. It didn't hurt - if anything, the embarrassment of dropping something so ungracefully hurt your dignity the most. You feel like Monoco when he smacked himself in the face with his own staff. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you jump." Verso apologises, and your cheeks redden. "No, it's not your fault. I'm just startled easily." You ready yourself to bend down to pick the bowl up from the ground, but Verso has already beat you to it. You gratefully take the bowl from him, yourfingers brushing against his, suppressing the shiver that threatens to travel up your spine. "Thank you." You say, your voice just above a whisper. "It's no problem. How's that injury on the back of your neck going? You took a pretty awful hit." Verso checked in as you finish rinsing the bowl, placing it upside down. "It's hard to tell, it hurts the most when I'm looking upwards - I'm worried it's going to reopen." You reply. "Do you mind if I check…?" Verso asks courteously. "Go ahead, I don't want any surprise pain in Old Lumiere tomorrow." You agree, keeping your back turned to him as you fish out the last pair of cutlery from the wooden basin. "I'll just move your hair - it's hiding your wound." Verso notifies, and you hum in acknowledgement.

You feel his fingertips barely brush at the side of your neck as he scoops your hair up in his hands, your hair held up in his loose fist as you feel his breath barely fan against your skin, as he checks the purpling gash at the nape of your neck. Subconsciously, your hands let go of the cutlery and they find themselves gripping at the edge of the basin, knuckles slowly turning white at the sensation of Verso's touch. "Is it okay?" You clear your throat, trying to sound nonchalant as you feel his thumb very softly stroke the edges of the wound. "How bad does it hurt when I touch it here?" Verso asks softly, and you grimace a little. "Um, a bit." You chew on your lower lip. "It doesn't look infected but the swelling is still quite bad. Hang on." Verso replies, and quickly calls out to Lune for a bandage and healing salve.

"Oh shit, yeah that's gotta hurt." Lune says as you hear the soft clink of the glass bottle as she hands the items to Verso. "I thought it was okay… I guess I shouldn't assume when I can't really see it though." You sigh as you watch Verso dip his fingers into the pot of healing salve. As soon as the earthy green paste makes contact with your skin, you could swear it makes a 'sizzle' sound at the cool relief it provides to your wound. Despite the instant cooling relief the salve gave, your body was still feeling warm and flush at the feeling of Verso's body heat. His chest only centimetres away from your back, his hand threaded in your hair… "I'll need to wrap this around your neck, you'll just need to hold your hair for a moment." Verso instructs, and you release your vice grip from the wash basin as you raise both of your arms to hold your hair. You feel Verso's warm fingers brush against the sensitive skin of your neck, as he fixes the cloth around your neck, expertly bandaging it to be both taut but gentle. "T-Thanks…" You mumble, dropping your hair down as you face him with a small, grateful smile. Ah, shit. His eyes are really intense to look at. "If it hurts, don't hesitate to come to me if you need help. You don't need to burden these things alone." He whispers reassuringly, and you nod.

The trip to Old Lumiere wasn't too long, thankfully. Perhaps 2 hours tops on trusty Esquie's back. Everyone slides off his back, looking at old Lumiere in awe. It looked so dystopian, like a shattered fragment of a mirror into Lumiere back home. Despite how desolate and crumbling Old Lumiere's appearance was, you could envision how lively and grand Old Lumiere once was. As you continue to approach the stairs that descend further into Lumiere, you come across a blockage - towering buildings smushed together with what appears to be glowing gold swords skewered into them. An unstable homunculus of crumbling architecture. "Ah… Do we climb it? That might be too dangerous. Hmm… We'll need a way forward." Lune ponders out loud. "Alright - show off a bit, Monoco." Verso turns to Monoco in an amused tone, his arm outstretched with a smirk as if to challenge him. "Just admit you can't do it yourself." Monoco taunts, sauntering forward. You and Maelle both exchange a glance at the pairs antics, stifling a giggle. We watch as Monoco transforms into the stalact we witnessed earlier, his icicle-clad form rising in the air as he slams down and- "PUTAIN! MONOCO!" Verso yells as the debris of the impact flies everywhere, sending us all flying in separate directions.

"Merde… My neck." You ignore the sweltering pain at your neck and rub the grains of dirt away from your eyes. Verso extends a hand to you, which you gladly take. "Is it okay?" Verso immediately pulls you in close by the shoulder, lifting your hair to check your wound. "It doesn't feel like it's split open." You confirm, and hear him sigh in relief. You cheeks redden at the proximity and touch again. If he keeps this up, it'll be impossible to not fall for him… "Monoco can be a bit… Overzealous at times." Verso sighs apologetically, snapping you out of your thoughts. "A bit." You nod in agreement, before you both share a laugh.

"So… Where are we in relation to the rest of Old Lumiere?" You ask after a brief moment of quiet. "Good question. That blast sent us a fair way. I believe we got sent flying quite north, so let's turn back using the bridge and see how we fare if we find the old city centre." Verso suggests.

It didn't take long for you both to become surrounded by Nevrons as you began to move, however you both took any that crossed your path down with ease. But what you were not expecting was a tiny, floating little Nevron, that was almost impossible to hit or trap, hovering around you both to exhaust you when fighting other Nevrons. It was weighing you both down, and getting on both of your nerves.

"Bastard! I've finally got you!" You yell, slamming your mace down onto the tiny head of the Nevron as Verso finished it off. You both watched the tiny thing no bigger than the size of your head release a plume of vapor in both of your faces, before disintegrating into nothingness. "Yuck." You frown, wiping your face as if the strange coloured steam hadn't already evaporated into your skin, clothes, and nostrils. "Shall we continue?" You call out to Verso as you arise from your knees.

After passing the large bridge ahead and wandering further into the towering maze of decrepit buildings, your body began to feel hot. Like your body was burning. Every nerve in your body began to prickle and swelter as if an invisible match had been struck against your skin. "V-Verso, I feel a bit unwell. It's not my neck, I just feel kind of sick." You stammer, as a glossy sheen of sweat forms across your forehead and the top of your shoulders. "I might need to rest for a sec. It feels hot, but I know for a fact that this place was cold when we first entered, since we're so high up." You deduce, whilst almost tripping on your feet as your body grows hotter. "We can afford to take a break. I don't feel sick - did you possibly develop a cold overnight?" Verso asks, his voice full of concern. "No, I felt fine earlier. Well-rested too." You shake your head. Your vision blurs, the dark sky and huge golden swords in the sky blurring together, causing a kaleidoscope of dark grey and yellow to swim in your vision. Lurching forward, you wretch and heave as your body breaks out into a cold sweat. The exhaustion was becoming too much. "It's not safe here in the open, come on, let's get indoors and you can rest." Verso voices in a soothing tone, helping you stand as you enter the most in-tact looking building nearby.

The building looks as if it were a quaint little bed and breakfast in another life. Books, cushions, and other little knick-knacks litter the floor, covered in a layer of dust. You tread carefully down a flight of stairs into what appears to be a cellar, a significantly less dusty spot to rest. "B-But the others may not find us…" You comment, sliding down the wall to the stone floor. "We'll move as soon as we can - right now though, the Nevrons will certainly find us before they do." Verso reasons, striking flint against a half-burnt pillar candle. You watch as it emits a gentle amber glow, softly illuminating the cellar. Your clammy palms press against the cool, grey stone. You momentarily lift them and watch the print of your hands form and disappear with the condensation. "I don't understand what happened." You frown, downing a healing tint formulated with a cleansing herb. "I- Hmm. Yeah, let's just see how it goes with a cleansing tint." Verso seems to cut himself off, but you pay it no mind since the man is regularly cryptic. You try to wait for the effect to leave your body for a few minutes, but you only feel drowsy as time drags on. "It's not working, maybe I can just sleep it off." You say, flopping your body onto the hard stone, grimacing at the feeling of the slightly jagged cold stone poking into your cheek. "Oh my- That's not good for your neck or your face. Here." Verso whispers, sitting down next to you as you prop yourself up on your wrists with an inquisitive look. "But then you'll be uncomfortable." You mumble. "You can nap on me. I'll manage - I'm not the one sustaining a neck injury and a face full of Nevron pollen." Verso reassures, shuffling himself down as his legs sprawl outwards. "Thanks." You shoot him a grateful glance as you shuffle onto him, your head resting on his shoulder. Wordlessly, Verso pulls you into an embrace, gently moving your head from his shoulder to his chest. "Comfier?" He asks in a whisper. "Much comfier. But if you keep this up you're going to make me fall for you…" You mumble haphazardly, burying your reddening face in his chest before dozing off.

Soft moans from your lips echo throughout the abandoned cellar. Verso's jaw is clenched tightly as he's using every ounce of his willpower to restrain himself. And he considers himself to be a very self-restrained man. But the woman he's fallen for is moaning his name in her sleep, her face buried into his chest, as one of her legs is hiked up and thrown against his thighs while she's slowly grinding her hips into the side of his thigh to seek that sweet release and… "V-Verso…" That would do it.

"O-Oh." You splutter, you didn't reach your high yet, but you awoke due to the feeling of your own body moving around so much in combination with that dream… And then reality comes back into focus. You're in a dimly-lit room, and you're not in your bedroll or on the stone floor, you're halfway straddled on a warm body. Verso's. Your eyes fly open, wide in surprise as you clamp your hand over your mouth, immediately pulling away from his body and scampering to your knees. "You're awake." Verso greets - he tries to keep a nonchalant tone but his voice seems a pitch higher than usual. "I- um, yes. I'm so sorry, that must've been so uncomfortable for you. I'm so sorry if that came off as disrespectful and it was completely inappropriate of me, I…" You trail off as he shoots you an amused glance, the corner of his lip twitching upwards. "Did you mean it?" Verso asks, and you bite on your bottom lip. "Mean what?" You ask. "When you moaned my name." Verso answers in a low voice. "I-I…" Your mouth momentarily gapes open and shut, like a fish out of water. "Yes." You breathe out, scrunching the hem of your Expedition uniform's shirt in your fist, unwilling to look him in the eye after your admission. "Good. Because I've been wanting to make you moan my name for a while now." Verso whispers. His eyes wordlessly beckon you closer, as your hands press back down onto the cool stone floor to briefly crawl on all fours at a slow, languid pace - like a cat hunting its prey, before kissing him. The mere action and motion of your body stoked the building tension and passion between you both to a boiling point.

Breaking away from the kiss, Verso's hand cups your cheek, his thumb gently stroking it. "Do you want to finish what you started?" He whispers, and you nod. Silently, his hands guide your hips as you straddle his thigh, as you both kiss again. This time, the kiss is deeper, more fervent. You lower your hips back onto him, and despite the layer of clothing between you both, you were so slick and aroused from your previous actions that it doesn't't matter. Your hips buck against his thigh as his name spills over your lips, meanwhile his mouth has travelled from your lips to your neck, placing hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses on the column of your throat as you sigh in pleasure. "A-Ah… So good…" You moan, body ignited by the friction and pressure you were chasing against his body. "Yeah… I've got you. I've got you…" Verso rubs little circles into the side of your waist as you grind down, harder. "O-oh, god… I-I'm so close…" You exhale breathlessly as you capture his lips for another kiss, his warm hands travelling down to your hips to help maintain your frantic rhythm. "That's it… That's my girl… Ride it out for me…" Verso whispers as you stare into his pale grey eyes. Those words alone spurring you on until… "F-fuck! Verso… C-Cumming…" You splutter, biting down on your lip as you ride out your high. A few exhales later and your body slumps down in between his legs. "Better?" Verso asks, and you breathlessly nod.

"Looks like you've got your energy back, should we go?" Verso asks. You look down at him - his cock clearly straining against his pants and making a very obvious tent. "But I didn't get to make you feel good…" You trail off, your eyes flickering to his obvious arousal. "It can wait. We don't intend on dying here, right? You we'll have much more time when we set up at camp." Verso reminds you, and you nod with a pout.

You'll be sure to repay him later.