#velvet x gender neutral reader

[baileypie-writes]

💕🩷hello ! I wanted to ask if you could possibly do more velvet and venner with a younger sibling?

Ok so how will velvet and venner react to their younger sibling (who was born with actual talent of singing) being use by another famous singer just as they use the trolls to become famous, like, the singer is stealing the younger sibling's talent to have a beautiful voice and keep getting famous and the younger sibling is becoming pale and weak (just as Floyd was) and maybe velvet and venner getting along with the trolls to save their younger sibling.

Hope you could understand, sorry if I'm sending this in the wrong time. Take your time and hope you could do it, if not then it's completely ok!

A/N ~ Omg, I love this idea! I decided to make this into multiple parts, since one would be too long. Part 2 should be out pretty soon. Hope you enjoy!

~I Want to Break Free~

Velvet and Veneer + Younger Sibling!Reader

Part 2 here!

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Relationship: Familial

Synopsis: Velvet and Veneer find out that your talent is being stolen by a famous singer. So they team up with the trolls to save their little sibling.

Warnings: Reader being tortured(not detailed/graphic), cringe

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Veneer noticed it first. You were pale, and seemed weaker. He told Velvet, and both were concerned. Of course they asked you what was wrong, but you just claimed that you were tired.

This wasn’t exactly a lie. You were very tired. But the reason why is what you couldn’t tell your siblings.

You were born with a natural singing talent, unlike Velvet and Veneer. You always viewed this skill as a blessing. But for the past week, you wish you didn’t have it.

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It all started when you posted a video of yourself singing a song by your favorite artist, Lemon Pop, on the internet. You went viral, and even got noticed by her. You were lucky enough to meet her in real life, and you even thought you became friends. Unfortunately, you were very wrong.

Lemon Pop was a fraud, just like your siblings were. She was inspired by how they stole the talent of trolls, and wanted to do the same. But after using a troll, she decided that it wasn’t enough for her. So after she saw your video, she knew immediately that she wanted your talent. She lured you in with her friendly facade, and when she finally had you close, she let her real personality shine. She’s a rude, manipulative and straight up abusive person. Way worse than how Velvet was in her glory days.

She forces you to attend all her performances, and stealing your talent before going on stage. She always threatens to ruin your life if you refuse or tell anyone. So not knowing what else to do, you play the role as her friend.

It’s so painful when everyone calls you lucky. You’d think that being best friends with a pop star would be the greatest thing in the world. But after feeling your talent leave your body in a painful, exhausting process for what felt like the millionth time, you wish you’d never posted that video of you singing.

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“Where’s (name)?” Veneer asked.

“They’re with that ‘Lemon Pop’ girl again.” Velvet responded. Almost like that summoned her, the channel that was playing on the TV started mentioning her.

“Once again, Lemon Pop’s song is at the top of the music charts!” The announcer stated. It went on to show a clip of Lemon Pop receiving an award. You were there in the background, but anyone who knew you could tell that you were not well.

“Did (name) dye their hair?” Veneer asked.

“Uh, I don’t think so. Why?” Velvet responded.

“Because there’s some white in it.”

Velvet turned to the TV, and saw that he was correct. But your hair wasn’t the only odd thing about you. You looked exhausted, way worse than you seemed before. And for some reason, you were wearing long sleeves, long pants and gloves. It was warm in Mount Rageous, so your outfit was strange. Even more so, because you were visibly sweating a lot.

Before Velvet and Veneer could question your state to each other, loud knocking could be heard from outside their window, followed by a familiar voice.

“Velvet! Veneer! It’s us, Brozone!”

They thought they’d never see those faces again. It was the trolls. The ones that ruined their careers, and sent them to prison. They were banging on the window frantically.

Velvet stomped over to them. “What the hell are you doing here? Come to ruin our lives again?” She spat.

“Ah, Velvet. That was our fault. We tortured some of them, remember?” Veneer placed a hand on her shoulder, attempting to calm her down.

“I know I remember…” Floyd mumbled.

“Whatever! What do you want?” Velvet slapped her brother’s hand away.

A small, weak troll suddenly emerged from the group. Their hands and feet were sparkly and transparent, and they had a large ponytail of previously red hair, which was now mostly white. “It’s about your sibling, (name).”

Velvet and Veneer’s eyes softened, and their expressions changed to ones of worry. “What about them?” Asked Velvet, defensively.

“What you did to Floyd… they’re going through the same thing.” The troll said.

The twins looked at each other, then back at them. “What? What do you mean? Who even are you?” Velvet snapped.

The troll sighed. “I’m Rosetta. I used to be Lemon Pop’s prisoner. She stole my singing talent, just like you did to Floyd. But I wasn’t enough for her. So she tricked (name) into becoming friends, so she could steal their’s instead. I got Brozone to help me find you, and get you to help them.”

Velvet and Veneer were speechless. They looked back at the TV. You were still visible in the background. Now your appearance made sense. They looked at Lemon Pop, smiling and waving to all their fans. And even though they did the same thing she was doing, they couldn’t help but be pissed. You were their sibling, and she was torturing you.

They turned back to Rosetta, pure rage clear on their faces.

“Let’s go save them.”

(To be continued…)

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~~baileypie-writes

[astarion-approves]

Hello! I love your blog! Could you possibly do a drabble with a tav that gets really flustered/panics when flirted with or complimented trying to converse with Astarion?

Even I was swooning

Astarion x Gender Neutral Tav

Summary: They knew that he would just be standing there… handsomely. Flicking through the pages of his book, the contents of which were unknown to Tav but they liked to imagine it was a steamy romance novel. Those flame filled eyes scanning over the pages, uncaring of what anyone else did with their evenings. Until he caught Tav staring that is. (Or Astarion uses cheesy pickup lines to try and woo Tav) Tags: Love Confessions, Flustered Tav, Soft Astarion, Attempt at Humor, Fluff, Bickering, Drabble, Tumblr request, Cheesy, cheesy pickup lines, all of which I'm very proud of, gender neutral reader, 1.2k words

Read below or on Ao3

While, after a day of killing goblins and fighting a hag in a swamp, a night at camp sounded like a relief for most; that wasn’t the case for Tav. They busied themselves, building a fire, carefully stacking each piece of wood while keeping their eyes low and forcing themselves not to look up to where Astarion stood. 

They knew that he would just be standing there… handsomely. Flicking through the pages of his book, the contents of which were unknown to Tav but they liked to imagine it was a steamy romance novel. Those flame filled eyes scanning over the pages, uncaring of what anyone else did with their evenings. 

Until he caught Tav staring that is. 

Each night was the same. Tav would stack spare logs nearby, build a fire on their knees, and help Gale to set up any cooking supplies, all while desperately fighting the urge to look up and lock eyes with Astarion. And each night they failed miserably.  

Astarion knew the moment Tav’s eyes were on him, his eyes jumping up from the pages and staring right back at them, a smirk growing on his lips and he snapped the book closed. Then he would stroll over, running a hand through his hair and swapping that smirk for a charming smile. 

Then the flirting would begin. A different line every night, each one cheesier than the last, but still managing to make Tav blush—

“Is that fire hot? Or is it just you?” 

“I do love seeing you on your knees, darling.” 

“You handle that wood quite well.”

“Is something burning? No? Perhaps it’s just your burning loins.” 

Of course tonight was no different. Tav cursed to themselves as Astarion made his way over. They would always attempt to ignore him, to pretend that they never locked eyes and that Tav didn’t notice him approaching. Gale stood off to the side, the wizard prepping their dinner and already accustomed to the little game that Astarion loved to play. He sighed as he chopped a few potatoes, mumbling under his breath how Tav lasted even shorter than usual. 

The crunching of boots over rocks and dirt signaled his arrival, but Tav kept their eyes on the fire, refusing to look up—

For as long as they could manage anyway. 

“Tav, If you inhale too much smoke, I’ll gladly give you CPR.” 

“What?!” Gale turned from his prepping and tossed his knife to the side. “Astarion, that one doesn’t even make sense!” 

“Mind your business, Gale.” Tav finally looked up to where he stood, Astarion now glaring at Gale with his arms crossed over his chest. “Or well.. I mean.. Honestly, I’m running out of pickup lines here. I’d like to see you come up with something better.” 

“How about ‘Stop, drop, and… roll into bed with me?” Gale offered. 

“Hm. Too forward. I try to be more subtle with Tav, but.. I can understand why someone like you would use a line like that.” 

“Right……. Because offering mouth to mouth is much more subtle.” 

“I’m so glad we could agree!” 

Gale rolled his eyes and turned back to the vegetables. “Just get on with it, would you?” 

Astarion brought his focus back to Tav, silently offering a hand to help them stand. “You know, if you didn’t get so damn flustered I wouldn’t have to do this every night.” 

Tav laughed, their eyes dropping to the ground between them. “I can’t help it… you’re so—“

“—Devilishly handsome, unbelievably charming, an elf with a smile to die for—“

Gale snorted. “A pompous ass—“

Astarion ignored him. “Luscious hair, pouty kissable lips—“

“—Yes, yes, all of those things… Minus the pompous ass,” Tav said and paused. They pressed their lips together, thinking a moment before continuing. “Well, maybe a little bit of a pompous ass.” 

“So then, what’s the problem here?” Astarion gestured between them, his arms waving back and forth quickly. “I like you, and darling, you clearly like me…” 

“Astarion..,” Tav began. “You’re so far out of my league… I can’t help but think there is some kind of ulterior motive for you to be showing so much interest in me.” 

“I assure you, there isn’t. Not… Well, not anymore anyway.” 

“‘Not anymore’?” Gale asked. “What the hells is that supposed to mean?” 

“Gale, why don’t you scurry the fuck along and leave us to it?” Astarion hissed. 

“Oh, I’m enjoying this far too much. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re about to confess your love for them, and I’m not missing out on that.” 

“Yes, but—“

“Then confess already, Mystra help you, you’re hopeless…”

“Look,” Astarion sighed and turned his attention fully to Tav, ignoring the laugh that Gale sent his way. “I’ve never had actual real feelings for another person before. I don’t know how to approach a person without the intent of stealing them away for Cazador’s benefit. When I first met you I planned to use you, to have you as some kind of shield if he were to ever find me… But then.. I fell for you. 

“And of course, not knowing how to woo someone without using my body… I went the cheesy pickup lines route. Which I know isn’t exactly endearing, or really attractive… I just didn’t know how else to interact with you! I want you to be comfortable with me, to trust me like I trust you… 

“And darling, since I’m being honest here— you are in no way below me. Do you seriously not know how painfully attractive you are? I’ve been losing my mind with desire since day one. The way you smile at me and make me feel like the most important man in the world, how you run to my side for so much as a hangnail, when you laugh at my jokes, or blush just from my gaze—

“I’ve fallen so madly in love with you, it pains me to think of a life without you, and we haven’t so much as hugged…— um Tav? Are you alright?” 

Their hands covered their face, shaking their head as the heat continued to build in their cheeks. This was too much for them to handle. The occasional flirting was already playing games with their heart, but now? A full confession? “I might— I might need a minute.” 

“I think you broke them,” Gale moved to stand beside Astarion and reached out to poke the back of Tav’s hand. 

Astarion did the same, both of them just poking at the back of Tav’s hands— until they crouched down to avoid them, dropping their head between their knees and muffling a scream into their pants. 

“That was a hell of a confession,” Gale admitted. “Even I was swooning.” 

“Why thank you.” 

“Now what?” 

Astarion hummed. “I’m not sure.” 

“Want me to cast a spell on them or something?” 

Astarion waved him off. “Darling.” Astarion bent down and ran his hand down the back of Tav’s head. “You did hear that I love you, didn’t you?” 

“Yes,” they mumbled. “And I love you too.” 

“Well then, I suppose that’s that.” Gale laughed. “Maybe now they’ll stop melting into a damn puddle around you.” 

“Hah! I doubt it.”

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Later~

Gale: Before, you said you wanted to be more subtle.

Astarion: Yes?

Gale: But one night you insinuated that you wanted Tav to give you a blow job.

Astarion: …..

Gale: …..

Astarion: …I didn't want to admit that I liked your pick-up line.

Gale: HAHA! I knew it! I win.

Astarion: One of us has Tav napping in their tent, looking adorable as ever. Who's the real winner?

Gale: …Touché.

[moontavern]

Tainted Lips

Veneer x GN!Reader

Summary - You are Velvet and Veneers makeup artist. You head to do Veneers makeup, but… seems there is some unspoken tension between you and your boss pop star.

Warnings - sexual tension! Just some fluff and a kiss?? (Almostttt make out) 🤭 Reader is kinda bad at comforting, also a bit of awkward tension. You wear and make bracelets. Reader is described as shorter then Veneer!! And lastly uhh Veneer sorta forces you to kiss him—but completely consensual <33 enjoy!

WC- 4k

You knocked lightly at Veneers change room door, holding a rather large makeup bag and other small items needed.

You were Veneer and Velvets makeup artist. You helped them with makeup ideas that will match outfits for any outing and designed them yourself. You loved your job, and you honestly meant it. While yes, Velvet and Veneer could both be rather.. demanding, you enjoyed being the one to do their makeup. They looked amazing when it all came together, and they seemed to like it too.

You had already done Velvets makeup, as she always likes going first before her brother. But you enjoyed it. Veneer was the more enjoyable twin to spend time with. He was chatty, and he made good company. At times he would brag or be snarky, but he was a celebrity. Most come with their issues.

You listened for the go to allow yourself in, and as you waited a moment later you heard a cheerful "Come in!" From inside the room.

You turned the golden door knob, entering the room with a small smile. As you stepped in you took notice of Veneer who was standing in front of his large wall mirror, observing in his outfit for tonight. He had a small smile on as he turned over and spotted you standing at the door.

You closed the door gently, making your way to the large vanity in the room. You turned on the bright lights of the Mirror, and placed your makeup bag onto the large table. You peered over at Veneer who was still observing his outfit.

He was adorned in their signature green, along with the theme of white. Over his shoulders wore a short fur coat. It was white and soft, covering his shoulders. Matching was his large fur boots. They where also a fluffy white.

The rest of his attire was the bold green. He wore a baggy longed sleeve belly top, and short shorts. underneath was a black bodysuit, that connected from his torso down his legs.

Jewelry and bling were scattered around his body, showing the flamboyant fashion of Veneer.

You unzipped your makeup bag, pulling out eyeshadow, eyeliner, lipstick and blush.

"You ready for makeup, Veneer?" You asked politely, turning your gaze towards the pop star that was still criticizing his look silently.

He looked at you in the mirror, smiling brightly.

"Yes I am!" He replied cheerfully, twirling around as he made his way towards you and the desk.

You carefully pulled out the desk chair, directing it for Veneer to sit on it. As he made it to the desk, he sat in the chair, a sigh escaping his lips.

"I'm not the biggest fan of todays outfits. But oh well-" Veneer sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes as he looked up at you.

"Well, I think once we get this makeup on you'll enjoy it more." You replied gently, smiling down at him as you prepared the makeup.

You pulled the chair towards you more, your strength pulling Veneer along fairly easy. his eyes grow wide as he frowned.

"You don't like this outfit either, do you?" Veneer gasped, putting both his hands on his cheeks, staring wide eyed as he turned to look in the makeup vanity's large mirror.

You sighed playfully, pulling his chair closer to you more again, where he can be seating comfortably in front of you as you quickly grab the chair you use to sit on.

"That's not what I said." You chuckled, grabbing a white powder from the table, "I think you look awesome in it."

Veneer smiled up at you as you pulled him closer. As you sat, his gaze followed you with a curious glint in his eyes.

You gently moved his leg out of the way as you scooted closer to him, your legs in between his. Softly applying powder to the puff, you gently place your hand and hold Veneers cheek.

Bringing up the Puff, you start to apply softly the white powder on his cheeks, spreading it around.

When you first got the job and started doing his makeup, it was awkward accidental eye contact. You had gotten used to your clients being awkward—you understood it was odd to have someone up and around your face too close to comfort, but it is what it is.

Overtime, Veneer grew to be more comfortable around you—When you would often have to get really close to his face when applying small details, or when your hand would softly trail from his face to his chin to lift it or move his face in positions you needed him to be in to get a better angle.

Now, while he tried to avoid any awkward eye contact, he sometimes would follow your eyes when you moved your position, while you kept his head firmly in place with your hands.

You could feel his eyes on yours, even when you weren't directly looking at him. You've gotten used to his staring, as you've had other clients.

But his staring.. it felt like it held different intentions. You couldn't quite place it, but the way his breathing would stop when you got a bit too close to his lips when applying lipstick, or when you lifted his chin and apply blush or powder on his neck and you could feel his heartbeat panic.

You didn't pay too much mind to these small actions. You knew boundaries—and you certainly didn't want to cross any with your clients. Especially big pop stars like Veneer.

Small talk was enjoyable between the both of you. He would go on about small fan interactions he had—which he funnily enjoyed talking about. You would always listen intently, chiming into his rants from time to time. While he can be a diva queen, he had a soft spoken side to himself.

Today was different though. There was an unspoken tension in the room, as his curious eyes followed your hands and your eyes.

After applying the white power, you release his face from your grip as you put away the powder and plan to grab the white glitter powder.

"How are you feeling for today? I heard you and Velvet will be doing a meet and greet this show." You asked, smiling up at Veneer from your spot. He had fixed his posture after you applied the powder; him now being a bit taller.

He sighed quietly as she closed his eyes, placing both his hands on his hips as he replied, "I didn't have much say in the matter. Velvet always gets to choose what the theme is and what not." Veneer said in a bitter tone, opening his eyes to be met with you getting once again close to apply highlights.

"I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my sister. But.. I just hate always getting second pick to everything!" He placed his hands on his thighs as he leaned into your grasp, puffing out his cheeks to his comment.

You smiled at him, nodding along with his words. "So I've noticed. But, you both always end up doing amazing. I'm sure you'll do amazing today."

Bringing up a soft brush that was covered generously in white glitter powder, you started to apply it on the tip of his nose and cheeks, adding a glow to his gorgeous face.

You never knew the boundaries with Venner. What you could say or what would be considered offensive—even if he was fussing about his sister. You kept caution to what you would say. But overtime, you felt comfortable with Veneer to be open about a fair bit of things. He even laughs at times when you would joke about small things.

It felt nice. Having fairly relaxed conversations with Veneer and even sometimes relatable ones too. You would often catch yourself getting glimpse of his eyes. Both your gazes would connect, but always so briefly.

After applying the highlights, you opt to apply the extra details. Veneers face is always so perfect as is. But it was fun going with themes with his outfits. Like today.

You grab another white glitter, acting as eyeshadow.

"The colour choice has to be my new favourite this week." You smile cheekily, enjoying the choice in scheme. "Glitter always looks good on you in my opinion." You add on, scavenging through your makeup bag for a different brush.

You still held Veneers cheek in your hand, a force of habit. You often would forget who just exactly you're holding in your hands, and don't realize until later that you held Veneers face in your hands for an unnecessary amount of time.

"Why thank you."

Veneer chirped in, his voice was filled with a playful tone. His face shifted in your hand as you softly let it go, remembering to keep boundaries.

As you retracted your hand, you felt two soft hands grasp at your hand and wrist. You looked up through your eyelashes to see Veneer admiring your bracelets.

"Woah! I absolutely love these. Are they new? Did you make them?" Veneer asked excitedly, his voice curious and high. You laughed softly, fixing your posture as you grabbed the brush you needed.

"Yeah, I made them." You replied, letting Veneer look at and touch the bracelets. You shuddered slightly when you felt Veneers fingers slide down your wrist at the revealed skin under the bracelets.

"They're amazing. You so have to make me one." Veneer said, a genuine smile on his face.

You blushed slightly, looking away. Whenever Veneer complemented you meant a lot. "I'll keep that in mind."

He let go of your wrist as he got back into position where he leaned into your direction.

While leaning closer, his eyes connected with your recovering nervous gaze. He never removed his eyes as he leaned in.

The tension was thickening. Veneer normally was never not so talkative. While he did compliment your bracelets, he normally would bash about everything that happened that day. Today was.. well, he kept making more eye contact then he normally would, and he touches were more gentle then his usual grasps.

You were the first to look away as you grabbed the eyeshadow along with the brush. Clearing your throat softly, you shifted in your seat to get closer to Veneer.

You typically needed to get closer when applying eyeshadow to anyone—which you should really be used too by now. But as you got closer to Veneer, the more intense his gaze grew. His small smile was still plastered onto his face, but his eyes held much different emotion. An emotion you couldn't quite pin point.

Having to look so close to his eyes didn't help either. Man, you needed to get a grip. You never have gotten this distracted by Veneer. He sometimes was a bit too gorgeous for his own good and you felt extremely bad for eyeing up your own client, but today took a turn with emotions.

It's not like you were in love with Veneer. But—he was warming up to you. A lot. You use to see him as petty, and dreaded working for him. But overtime, he grew to be funny, and even kind.

While lost in thought, you apply the glitter on the brush and place your hand on Veneers chin. His eyes shifted from your eyes to your hand. Thank goodness, now you look at his eyelids.

As his eyes shift from your hand to somewhere else off in the distance, you were able to continue applying the white glitter eyeshadow.

After a few moments of you finishing up his one eyelid, You suddenly noticed how Veneer got eerily quiet all of a sudden.

Looking away for a moment, applying more glitter to the brush for the next eyelid, you felt Veners hands slowly settle on your knees that were in between his legs.

You quickly shoot a surprised glance down at his hands, too nervous to reach his gaze.

Pausing, you give a questioning look to Veneers hands as you looked away, then back up to his face. He was looking at you again, but only his eyes were more lidded, and his face was less.. cheery.

Hesitating, not wanting to seemed offended by his placement, you slowly got back to applying the last bit of eyeshadow to Veneer.

Choosing to stay quiet, you occasionally look down to Veneers hands on your knees. They weren't threatening. It just felt like he had no were else to place them so he gently chose you.

But as your gaze lingered a bit too long, You hear Veneers voice break your daze.

"Is something wrong?" He asked in his high tone, looking at you questioningly.

Man, this boy must be either super damn dense or he's.. teasing you? No, why would Veneer tease you?

You quickly look up, continuing with your job as you finish up his other eye.

"O-oh—nothing! Nothings wrong. It's just.."

You look away, then back at Veneer.

"It's almost done..—! The last step I need to do is apply your lipstick." You said, moving your knees away from Veneers grasp quickly as you shifted to put away the glitter eyeshadow back into the case, also retrieving a dark green lipstick in the process.

Pretending to be busy looking in the bag to catch yourself with your heating face, you saw as Veneer leaned back and placed his hands on his knees instead.

You couldn't see his face, but you knew he held a questioning one.

"But, I mean—I'm pretty sure you can put that on yourself." You stated as politely as you could, placing the lipstick near Veneer on the desk.

Veneer hummed lightly closing his eyes in the process. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His eyes darted from the lipstick to your figure that was pretending to organize your makeup bag.

Sighing slightly, he responded, "I do a terrible job at applying lipstick on myself.. I never was good at it" he faked a worried tone.

You paused looking around in the bag, slowly placing it down on the desk. Your gaze shifted to the lipstick near your hand.

"O-okay." You replied, softly grabbing the lipstick and turning to face Veneer. You tried to fix your face to seem unbothered by everything, but you fidgeted nervously with the small plastic lipstick you held between your fingers.

Once again sitting on the seat in front of Veneer, he scooted his chair closer to yours—now returning the previous position.

His hands were thankfully placed on his knees still, fingers tapping against his legs. You shyly popped the lid off the lipstick, placing the lid on the desk as you leaned in rather quickly into Veneer.

Your mind was racing with emotions. Venner couldn't leave your mind, the feeling and the tension created when he placed his hands on your legs. You squirmed a bit in your seat, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Whenever you needed to apply lipstick on Veneer, it was always the most "intimate" out of the whole process. The way you had to grab his chin and pull him closer to yourself as you gently slid the stick against his lips. The way his eyes couldn't look anywhere besides yourself as you took up his whole vision.

With a shaky breath, you placed your hand onto Veneers cheek as lightly as you could—trying to not make this situation anymore uncomfortable.

Bringing the green lipstick to Veneers lips, you applied pressure softly.

Wanting to make this as fast as possible without trying to ruin his makeup was hard. You always took your time with the twins makeup, trying to make them look their best—and to keep your job of course.

But as you hurriedly apply the lipstick, or as fast as you could with carefully applying makeup, you accidentally smudged the green colour off his lips.

You cursed under your breath quietly, pulling away the lipstick as your eyebrows furrow in frustration.

Veneers big blue eyes widen slightly, staring at you in your worried state.

"What's wrong?" He asked hesitantly, eyeing your hand that pulled away with the lipstick.

"Oh, it's nothing just.. ah-" you looked around quickly for a cloth, still holding Veneers chain in your other hand. Slowly, your grip on his chin tightened a bit as you try to find a way to fix the smudged makeup.

"Just—made a small mistake." You sighed, unsuccessfully finding anything to clean up the mistake. You returned your gaze to Veneer, finding his eyes still on you, connecting your gazes. His eyes were still wide in worry, but you smiled slightly at him, easing his worry.

"It's just a small smudge. I can just.."

With little thought, you placed the lipstick in your lap, bringing your hand back up to your lips. You quickly lick your thumb, bringing his back to Veneers mouth.

His eyes watch intently as you moved your hand. A light blush appear on his cheeks as you licked your thumb, bringing it to his lips.

Finding the smudge, you press your thumb against it, rubbing a bit roughly—trying your best to be as gentle as possible on Veneer. You leaned in closer, trying to get all the lipstick off were it shouldn't be. You leaned in closer, focusing your gaze close to his lips.

As you give it a few more rubs, you slightly raise your thumb away from Veneers face. You note as you couldn't see anymore smudged makeup. You smiled, humming in appeasement.

You suddenly felt a hand on your hips, looking down only to to be raised back up by Veneers hand that grasped your chin.

Your eyes widen, mouth agape as you lock gazes with Veneer.

His eyes were focused on your lips, slowly lidding. He brought his gaze quickly up to you.

"Veneer what are you doing..?" you breathed, feeling as Veneer slowly brought his hand that was on your hips to the small of your back.

Your breath hitched as he trailed his finger up your spine, pressing his palm into your back to lean you closer to himself.

Your mind was frantic as you looked between Veneers eyes to his lips.

Veneers eyes never strayed from yours, but he started to blush hard. His hands were getting shaky, getting nervous. He didn't know were this sudden confidence came from, but he felt it slowly dying the longer he waited.

With one final push, he leaned in enough to graze his lips against your—almost hesitantly. You gasp as he closed the space between the both of you—your lips barely touching.

Your heart was beating fast, hands leaving Veneers face as you hesitated—not knowing we're to place them. You didn't know what to do. Was Veneer actually about to kiss you? Or were you getting the situation all wrong? But Veneers shaky hands find your cheek, soothingly placing his hand on your face. You closed your eyes quickly, nervously waiting to see what happens next.

Feeling his lips brush against yours, you flinched slightly.

"V-Veneer.. I don't think this is allowed-" you say in a hushed tone. You felt Veneer breath in quickly, his hands tightening on you.

Without another word, Veneers lips slowly press into yours. You are caught off guard with the contact, placing your hands on his chest and trying to pull back.

As you try to pull back, you felt Veneers hands pull you back into him. He slowly stood up, taking you with him as he pressed you into the vanity desk.

You groaned softly into the kiss, squirming in Veneers grasp.

Trailing his hands down your back and cheek, he placing them on your hips.

Slowly easing into the kiss, you lean into him more, trailing your hands slowly down his chest.

He released his mouth from yours, breathing heavily. You felt his hot breaths fan over your face, as you also breathed heavily against Veneer.

You held your eyes closed, too nervous to open them to meet Veneers gaze.

You couldn't believe you had just kissed your boss. The boss that makes you nervous whenever you held eye contact—the boss that would always be kind to you as you waited backstage after each performance to fix up or clean off his makeup.

You paused your hands from sliding down, felling Veneers body tense under your contact.

"uhm.." you breathed, wanting to groan when you feel Veneers hands tighten around your hips. Butterflies in your stomach were raging, and the feeling raising slowly in your lower body made you tense.

"I-" Veneer was about to speak softly as you both jump to hear a knock at the door.

Your eyes shot open, unable to look away from Veneer as he turned to look at the Door.

"10 minutes till showtime." A voice yelled from outside the door, hearing the footsteps slowly leaving.

Veneers hands leave your body as he stepped back away from you. You looked up at Veneer as he looked at you.

Your eyes leave his as you look away in embarrassment, bringing your hands to rest at your sides.

You felt Veneers gaze linger on you, stoping in his movements.

Only a foot away from you, he finally spoke up.

"I'm—sorry I did that." He said quietly, his voice sincere. You brought your gaze to see Veneers hand nervously rubbing at his neck, his gaze looking around the room till it found yours again.

"Oh—.. no, no I.." you cursed for your shyness, not knowing what to say. "I..I didn't mind."

Seeing Veneers eyes raise slightly, eyeing you. "Oh.."

You close your eyes, chuckling slightly. This whole situation was amusing, and also extremely confusing.

"Why.. why did you kiss me?" You asked, your voice quiet, loosely crossing your arms.

You see Veneer flinch in response to your question. His eyes darted around the room, not looking at you.

"Well.. it's hard not to want to kiss you." He said, his voice low but nervous.

You froze, body tensing. What? You blushed, not knowing what to say. You stared at Veneer with wide eyes as he eventually stared back.

He was about to say something as you both heard loud and rough knocking on the door. "Veneer if you don't get your ass out here I'm going to kill you!" A feminine voice yelled, the obvious sass in her tone. Velvet.

You quickly jump, turning to pack up your makeup bag. You hurriedly wiped your arm against your lips, seeing the green stain on your lips in the mirror.

While gazing into the mirror, You see Veneer quickly jump, looking frantically around.

"O-oh yeah! Sorry sis—!" Veneers high pitched voice came out, making you chuckle to yourself.

"Whatever. What is it your even doing in there?? Just—whatever. Hurry your butt out here, we are needed on stage!" Velvets rough voice replied, hearing her loud stomps fade away.

You sighed quietly, relived she didn't come in.

You packed up the rest of your stuff, making sure you had everything. Your hand hovered over the green lipstick still on the desk. You eyed it, picking it up and zipping your makeup bag. You walked over to see Veneer tying up his fur boots.

You slowly walk up to him, clearing your throat.

"Uhm.. here." You said, trying to smile softly down at him as he sat down on a couch.

He looked up from putting on his heels, eyeing you then your outstretched hand.

You handed Veneer the lipstick, looking away shyly.

"If Velvet asks.. anything, just say you had trouble putting on the lipstick." You said quickly, mind still racing with questions on what just happened.

He smiled nervously, slowly taking the lipstick from your hands.

He stood up, once again towering a bit over you.

"Thanks."

You nodded, turning to leave. You were too confused and had so many questions you wanted to ask, but you knew it would be risking it asking now.

Veneer never showed really any sort of attraction to you—why did he of all days today get so touchy and kiss you?

Making your way quickly to the door, placing your hand on the handle, Veneer spoke up.

"Hey, uh, [name]—do you think you could meet me backstage after this performance? I want to.. talk to you about something." His voice was quiet as he eyed you, his expression almost confident—as if nothing happened.

You stared for a few moments, but nodded slowly.

"Uh—yeah. I can do that." You said, softly smiling back at him as you turned the handle open, taking your leave.

Closing the door, you looked down the hall to make sure Velvet or anyone wasn't there.

You saw a custodian cleaning, but that wouldn't be a bother. Walking away quickly, you brain consumed with thoughts—Confused what happened with Veneer, and also confused with what Veneer would want to talk about. It was—it was a lot.

Bringing your fingers to your lips, you remebered how his lips felt on yours. You smile slightly, nervous but eager to see what Veneer will have to say.

What a weird night.

RAHHH IMMSORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 💔💔 you can obviously tell it was rushed at the end,, but I hope it's okay 😔 i also apologize if this story was ever confusing at times—I had this idea for a while and I wanted to try and quickly make something <33 I tried to quickly proofread it too—but forgive me if there's any mistakes!!

Hopefully the next will be for Velvet <33 (smut perhaps..)

[neomujinjja]

Take you to a place we've never seen

"Keep your eyes closed" your lover chided as they pushed you forward. You laughed because you already had your eyes screwed shut with one hand placed on top.

"Maybe you should have blind-folded me then," you sassed back to them. "Besides where are we going anyways?" you questioned, huffing under your breath as you almost tripped.

"Surprise." You got no other answer as they instead focused on tapping your leg to avoid the both of you tumbling down the concert stairs. Your partner shuffled you forward some more before finally stopping and settling the both of you on a bench. "Ready?" they asked, their voice showing the excitement they had for this.

"Since I was told to close my eyes." They mocked laughed at your response, unbeknownst to you with a small roll of their eyes.

"Alright, open them" they said, watching you closely. Wanting to see every minute change caused by your reaction. Upon uncovering, the sky with a enchanting orange hue was revealed to you. While it wasn't your first time experiencing the seemingly painted horizon; you were never this high up and around nature like this.

"Wow~ it's so breathtaking," you spoke, your words coming out like it was true. Your other half voiced their agreement, sounding similarly in awe to you. You were none the wiser that they had been looking at you at that moment.

(And if one day, in the future, they'd mention this juncture as the point where they knew you were the one then..)

Seunghan & Eunseok of RIIZE, Wow & Donghyun of A.C.E, Taeyong & Renjun of NCT, Younghoon & Sangyeon of The Boyz, Matthew of ZeroBaseOne, Park Jihoon, Vernon, Mingyu & Jeonghan of Seventeen, Kim Jaehwan, Hui & Yanan of Pentagon, Yoon Hyunsuk of Cix, Leehan of BoyNextDoor, Yeosang, Mingi & San of Ateez, Seungmin of Stray Kids, Seulgi of Red Velvet

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; red velvet cookie

requested by ; anonymous (11/04/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; red velvet cookie

outline ; “Hello! Really love these headcanon lists of yours. I would like to request smut/relationship headcanons of Red Velvet from CRK. 👉🏻👈🏻 A male/gender neutral partner, please!”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

first things first; the cake hounds absolutely adore you

you can expect to get tackled with all of the love in their tiny bodies every time they see you — which includes lots of muddy paws and wet tongues on your face

red velvet tries to get them to calm down, but he’s yet to be successful

it’s adorable but terribly inconvenient

red velvet is incredibly protective of you and wants to keep you away from his work with the c.o.d — which involves him never letting you visit him at the tower itself and either meeting you half way or at your home

he’s very easy to fluster because he’s so not familiar with affection — so hand holding, cheek kisses and nose nuzzling will all have him losing the ability to speak and freezing up as his mind races to catch up with you

that being said he’s comfortable with initiating affection and does so often — wrapping an arm around your shoulder or waist, kissing your temple or lips, tugging you into a side hug, interlocking the fingers on his larger hand with yours, etc. — it’s just the receiving thing that he’s not used to

he’s very simple when it comes to pet names and he’ll call you something simple like ‘babe’ or ‘angel’, if he’s not just using your first name

he has a very sensitive scalp and if you start gently playing with his hair/scratching his scalp then there’s a good chance he’ll just fall asleep

he gives amazing massages and takes pride in being able to help you relax — so if you’ve had a long day, then he’ll happily tend to you with oiled massages, scented candles, a hot bath and your favourite food and movie

whenever you get popcorn or any other small, solid snack food, he’ll try to make you laugh by tossing pieces in the air and trying to catch them in his mouth — which he rarely ever succeeds at — before initiating a food fight that’ll leave you both laughing

sleeping arrangements usually either involve him being the big spoon, or you resting on top of him because he loves feeling like he’s able to protect you

there’s also always a cake hounds on the edge of the bed as well

he’s the first to wake up and the last to go to sleep

his bedhead is absolutely atrocious and just ends up looking like a rat’s nest

another point about his hair: you’ll start finding it everywhere in your house and on your person after he starts staying over

most of your dates involve him taking a few cake hounds out for a walk to a good spot where you two can have a picnic

if it’s during the day then you’ll cloud spot, if it’s at night you’ll do some stargazing

sometimes the joint between his shoulder and his larger arm can get sore due to the size and weight — so any comfort and pain relief would be appreciated

he’s incredibly strong so no matter your weight he’ll be able to pick you up and carry you around — or, as it sometimes happens, he’ll just toss you up in the air to scare and amuse you

even if you have a terrible sense of humour, he’ll always laugh at your jokes (well, he’ll let out a brief snort of amusement)

if you bring up his BAD4 outfit then he’ll hide his face in his hands — especially if you do so in a flirty way

though this is more out of him being flustered than embarrassed by that mission

[slowlydifferentbluebird]

How would irene react to her s/o being reserved and quiet with others but comfortable and touchy with her?

Red Velvet headcanon: Irene reacting to her reserved S/O being touchy with her

Requests are open

Hello Anon, thank you for your request and enjoy the the result 😄

Red Velvet Irene X GN!Reader

Irene knew that you were a quiet and reserved person since the first time she saw you

You were hanging out with you friends

They were all acting silly, while you were just relaxing while watching them doing crazy stuff

And yet just your being so chill is what attracted Irene's attention

She needed as her partner a person who had a similar aura to her

So she decided to do the first step

And in the most natural way you two became a couple

In the beginning you acted like you did with your friends

Being calm and comfortable around her, giving her the attentions she needs but with composure

Things changed when she introduced you to her members

You were so shy, you seemed a kid

Avoiding their gazes and answering to their question with yes or no

For Irene it was not a problem, she knew well your personality

Or at least the majority of it

That same day she was preparing the dinner

When she felt a couple of arms around her waist

She turned armed with ladle

She was so surprised when she saw that the arms were yours

"What's wrong, babe? Don't you want my hugs?" "It's not that, Y/N...just not expecting it"

That night she was surprised even more because you continued to be sweet and touchy with her

She even checked if you had fever lol

But no, evidently you just wanted to cuddle

Taking her hand in yours, showering hers with kisses, laiding on her on the couch

She thought that it was you response to knowing new people

Instead you continued to act in this way when you two were alone in her or your house

And you know what?

She is ok with it

Obviously she loves the person you are when you are outside

Nothing too exaggerated, just a loveable person to pass time with

But now she loves even more the person you are in private

It's so comforting to see you being so affectionate with her

After a long and tiring day of work, returning home and finding you ready to welcoming her in your arms is her biggest happiness

Plus, also her started being more sweet and cuddly with you

[yuurivenus]

10 o’clock

As the moon took over the sun and night fell upon the castle, you cradled Wendy in your arms as she hummed along to the music playing from the golden gramophone. It would be one of the last moments you two wolf have together as your kingdoms would be going to war as you wolf have to be beside your father and his knights. Yet that was not with of your concerns at the moment. Both of your brains had not a thought in sight.

“Can we stay intertwined forevermore, my love?”

[kzachmarasdert]

Hellooo! I hope you're having a good day!

I saw your requests open, so can I ask for Headcanons or Scenario(whichever you're more comfortable with) for Red Velvet Cookie (CRK) with reader scared of balloons and fireworks? (Specifically the loud noises). Only if that's ok for you, if not it's fine n.n Don't rush, I hope you the best!

~Anon🐴

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Red Velvet ( CRK ) x reader who is scared of balloons and fireworks.

Type: short head-canons.

Fandom: Cookie run kingdom.

A/n: awe, i like this one, it's cute.

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_ scared of balloons and fireworks? that's pretty rare tbh.

_ red velvet doesn't know that you were scared of balloons and fireworks until he found out.

_ when this black and red man saw you being scared of them in an amusement park or on a new-year night, he was pretty shocked. like 'woa, what? my love had been scared of these?'

" you scared of these? "

_ he asked you, and you just let everything from your mouth out.

" oh dear, why don't you tell me sooner? "

_ after that day, he thought and swore to himself that he'll never let you near fireworks or balloons.

_ but, this guy did accidentally burst balloons with his ultimate sharp cake hand, and in front of you, scared you with loud noises.

_ man, his reaction was hilarious, bewildered, and then confused when he realized that he scared you. ( not mentioned, he almost burst the other balloons- )

_ so he treated you with cuddles and promises after that.

_ so still, whenever he accidentally scared you ( although it's an extremely low probability for that to happen ), he'll let you have his cute cake hound, Chiffon, cuddles, and sweets all day long as apologies.

_ man apologies by affection love to you and give sweets, y'know?

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pretty short, eh? alright, thanks for requesting, goodbye!

[writingrock]

red velvet sweetness

pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader (gender neutral) summary: you always celebrate bakugou's birthday with a red velvet cake. It's his favourite. But he thinks he's changing his mind on what his favourite dessert is.

notes: prohero! katsuki bakugou, it's bakugou's birthday, mildly suggestive, almost smut, nsfw established relationship (married), red velvet haters go away

word count: 743

You always made sure Bakugou’s birthday was celebrated, even when he insisted he didn’t care for it. Every year, without fail, you’d find yourself planning his birthday weeks in advance, scrawling notes in the margins of your notebooks and making quiet preparations that he’d never know about. A small way to show him that he mattered, even when he pretended he didn’t.

It was never anything extravagant. Just a simple gathering of his closest friends, because you knew he’d never go for anything more than that. But the most important part— the part you always made sure to get just right— was the cake. A red velvet cake, his favourite. You’d learned that early on, through offhand comments and shared meals, the way his eyes would linger on the dessert menu just a second longer when red velvet was mentioned. It wasn’t overly sweet, just rich enough to suit his tastes, and it had quickly become a staple of his birthdays.

His eyes twitched at the red velvet cake on the table, candles flickering, waiting for him to blow them out. The crowd of his friends surround him as they sing for the birthday boy. Don’t get him wrong, he appreciated the effort you put into this little celebration. But his attention was elsewhere, something far more distracting than the cake. You knew red velvet was his favourite, but was it the same reason behind your outfit? The short red dress with white trimmings, pearly earrings, and that delicate silver necklace dangling at your neck, adorned with his initials. It was almost like you planned to be the sweetest temptation in the room, and damn, you were succeeding.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?” he growled, his voice low and rough as he captured your lips in a messy, hungry kiss. His self-control was hanging by a thread. “Dressed up so pretty just for me.” His crimson eyes drank you in, searing into every inch of you as one hand slid up your thigh, his touch hot and insistent. The other hand trailed to the back of your dress, his fingers finding the zipper, teasing it down as he pulled you even closer, deepening the kiss with a possessive hunger.

Every second of the party had been a test of his patience, watching you flit around the room, knowing exactly what you were doing to him. It took everything in him to wait until the last guest left, the front door clicking shut behind them. You’d insisted on tidying up first, trying to stall, but he wasn’t having it.

“Clean up? Don’t test me,” he warned, his voice thick with barely contained desire as he backed you against the kitchen counter, eyes dark and wild. You were out of excuses, and he was done waiting. Every nerve in him was alight with need, and he wasn’t about to let anything get between him and you— not tonight.

The expensive dress slipped off your body, the cool air kissing your body. It was a pity that such a luxurious dress was so quickly discarded onto the kitchen floor. But Bakugou could give less fucks. You barely had time to breathe his name before his lips were on yours again. Pulling you into the heat of his relentless desire. The kiss was rough and consuming, leaving you breathless as his hands roamed your sun-kissed skin, tracing over every curve he already knew by heart. He cupped your hips, fingers pressing into your softness, a possessive touch that spoke volumes.

He’s memorised every line, every dip, every mark that made you his. To him, your body was a sculpture he could never tire of exploring, no matter how many times his hands found their way across your skin. His touch was greedy, fueled by the insatiable hunger that only you seemed to ignite in him.

Bakugou’s breath was ragged as he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. He could never get enough of you—of the way you felt, the way you moved against him, the way you surrendered to his touch. Each moment with you was a heady mix of passion and possession, and tonight, he wasn’t letting anything hold him back.

He might have to rethink what his favourite dessert is. It probably never was red velvet anyways. Because nothing could compare to the dessert he has bent over the kitchen counter.

a/n: kinda wrote it randomly. I can't write smut but this is a start??? Maybe???? Anyways, for my pookie @chocogoldie cuz I accidentally baited her today.

border credits: @enchanthings & @adornedwithlight

[sexlapis]

- house decor

꩜ nanami x reader

synopsis: you & nanami go home decor shopping and your methods for choosing furniture are…interesting to say the least.

suggestive, heavy sex implications, crack fic, fluff, gender neutral!reader, nanami & reader are married, reader embarrassing nanami

a/n: inspired by this tiktok video ^_^

masterlists

*

you do not enjoy shopping.

the bustling crowd, the loud, busy atmosphere, the blinding strain of artificial light and constantly moving around on your feet for hours on end when you desired the comfort of your home.

you do not enjoy shopping.

unfortunately for you, your newly wedded husband nanami did and being the good partner you are, you willingly put aside your mild discomfort to make him happy.

it’s so difficult being a good, loving and caring partner for your husband, really.

after shoving all of your previous shopping in the trunk of the car, relief floods you. finally, this day is over. it’s only 4pm and a long, cosy afternoon nap awaits at home.

instead, nanami waits beside the car, holding his hand out for you to hold. “come on. we still have one more place left.”

“what!” you groan. “i thought that was the last one!”

“nu-uh. just this one and we’re all done for the day.”

grumbling, you place your hand in his. nanami smiles softly at you and your frustrations ease just a little.

he drags you along the buzzing car park all the way to a large, furniture store.

furniture, huh?

“oh! furniture shopping!” you gleam, a mischievous glint in your eyes that nanami fails to notice. “i’m okay with this.”

“i think that is the happiest you’ve looked since we left the house.”

“yeah, i can tolerate shopping for furniture. not your five billion candles! also, i get to sit down.

“ah, _____,” nanami sighs fondly, pecking your temple quickly, “you are so lazy…”

you huff, but your attention is grabbed by a two-seater, emerald coloured sofa of velvet material. it looked comfortable and seemed like a good deal.

you glide your hand along the rim of the furniture. “what’d you think of this one, kento?”

“hm..it’s alright.” he replies, walking around the sofa and inspecting it like it needs a good fix. “it’s a little small, though.”

“yeah. yeah, that true,” you say, standing behind the lovely, exquisitely made piece of furniture.

you then place both hands onto the outside back of the sofa, and lean forward, effectively bending over. you shift around, seeing how it feels.

glancing back, you see nanami tilt his head and squint his eyes at you.

“…what are you doing?”

you smirk. “you know, jus’…seeing how it feels,” you grunt, standing back up and dusting your hands off like you did a job well done, “it’s too short for me anyway, it would hurt my hips when we..y’know…”

nanami lifts a brow on his perfect face, waiting for you to elaborate.

but you just turn to the kitchen section, skipping away to see what other pieces of furniture and house decorations you can terrorise.

“this one is nice.” you say to nanami, who followed you all the way even in his confusion, of course.

the kitchen setup was modern and sleek, taking on neutral tones like beige, white and brown.

“yes, i do like this one. i can see myself cooking on here.” nanami replies, referring to the electric oven.

“yeah, yeah..” you speak, opening and closing the kitchen cupboards. “hm.”

“what is it?”

“i dunno,” and then, you’re bending over again, this time over the kitchen counter display. “this area is a bit small too,” you jerk your body exaggeratedly, repeatedly moving forwards and backwards like you were being fucked, almost hitting your head on the cupboard above, “yeah, i don’t-”

“_____!” nanami hisses, face morphing into a incredulous expression as he marches over to you, quickly putting a stop to you act, “what are you doing?”

you look up at him from where you’re bent over. “wh-i’m testing it out. seeing if it’s what we need and whatnot,” you turn back around, still in the same position, “okay, now do a few practice thrusts on me, i need to see if-”

“_____!”

“okay, okay.” you huff, laughing a little. you stand up straight, taking a good look at nanami.

a pink tinge coats his cheeks and nose while he frowns at you, almost pouting.

how cute.

you grin and latch onto his fingers, pulling him along with you. “let’s see the bed section now.”

nanami sighs. this day will be longer than he thought.

*

you plonk yourself down on the alaskan sized mattress, body bouncing with the bed itself. sprawling out like a starfish, you hum, letting yourself sink into the comfort of the bed.

nanami stands, seemingly unimpressed. “_____, that’s the sixth time you’ve done that.”

“yeah, kento, i need to see if it’s good to lie on after a long day of work or something..” an idea springs to mind and you sit up quickly, “okay, try throwing me on the bed, but not too hard.”

“_____, no-”

“come on! nobody’s around. look.” you were correct, there was hardly anyone in the store at this time, considering it was a thursday and nearing late afternoon. “just indulge me. just this once,” you beam up at him, “please?”

nanami stared down at you. he and you both know that he will give in. he can’t say no to you, really.

nanami rolls his eyes at himself, holding his hands out and beckoning you over. “come here then..”

you spring up, practically running to him and throwing yourself in his arms. “throw me!”

he shakes his head at you, looking around before throwing you onto the bed. you bounce, cackling and smiling widely as you lay on the bed. nanami shakes his head fondly, looking down at your delighted face. “how is it?”

you breathe heavily, making a face. “eh,” you jump off the bed, “too bouncy and too loud.”

“really?” nanami blanks. “you’ve been jumping on this bed for ten minutes and you don’t-”

“ooo, come look at this armchair, kento!” but you’re already off to your next piece of furniture. you kneel down a little, “this one looks comfy.”

“yeah,” huffing, nanami strolls over, “yeah, it’s nice.”

your hand finds nanami’s back and you prompt him forward. “sit on it.”

he gives you a look. “and you won’t do anything ridiculous?”

“nanami.” you look at him pointedly. “sit on it, i wanna see what you think.”

nanami stared at you for second and obeys, walking to the couch and sitting, legs spread and arms resting.

“what’d you think?” you ask, admiring his thick legs and arms as you stalk closer to him.

“yes, it’s comfortable,” nanami stated and shifts a little. he feels the leather material of the armrest, “and good quality i’d say.”

“hmmm.” that’s all that is said before you’re plopping yourself onto his lap.

nanami sputters. “_____, wh-”

“shh, shush, i’m not gonna do anything this time. just wanna see how i feel sitting on your lap in this chair,” you look back at him from where you’re seated, smiling innocently, “yeah?”

nanami’s eyes thin, clearly not believing you and not a fan of displaying such intimate affection so publicly, but he sighs, “alright….”

you nod joyfully, rubbing his knee and turning to look at the layout of this particular living room. a large, black, smart television that nanami would definitely deem unnecessary, a cream, ruffled rug laid out across the floor, a mahogany, oval-shaped coffee table.

“this one’s pretty boring, right?”

nanami runs a hand down his stubble covered jaw. he forgot to shave, but you can’t say you don’t like it. “yeah, the only thing i like is the armchair.”

before he even finishes his sentence, you’re momentarily bouncing on his lap like a pogo stick, not even giving nanami time to process what just happened before you stand up, placing your hands on your hips. “yeah, yeah we should definitely get this one. comfy, quiet, nice looking. will fit perfectly into our living room, don’t you think?”

nanami stares at you, still planted on the armchair, unmoving. “i have nothing to say to you. you’re unbelievable.”

you cackle. “do you even know me?”

he mumbles, rising from the seat, adjusting his jeans slightly. you smirk, biting your lip and go to say something teasing, but he stops you, “not. a. word.”

*

a brand new, comfortable and most importantly, durable, leather armchair sits in your living room by the end of next week.

a/n: i luv when reader is a little tease 🤭🤭🤭

[baileypie-writes]

Hi! I have seen your kid reader and siblings Velvet and Veneer and I love it, so, can I ask for a Velvet and Veneer with a dance kid sibling?

I don't even know if that's an actual thing as theatre kid but 😭

This just comes that from my elementary school we did folkloric dance or just a holiday related song for events in our school.

Can you do specifically about Danza de las botellas or Danza de los machetes?(it's just funny the thought of a little sibling using knifes to dance) but really any folkloric dance or none it's okay

If you want you can ignore this request dw, please drink water and sleep well!

A/N ~ Sure! I know basically nothing about folkloric dance, but I made sure to do some research! If anything is inaccurate, I deeply apologize! Hope you enjoy!

~Velvet and Veneer with a Younger Sibling who does Folklore Dances~

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Reader: Gender Neutral, Velvet and Veneer’s younger sibling

Relationship: Familial

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Knives(for one of the dances)

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~ Velvet and Veneer have a bit of dancing knowledge themselves. They use it for their concerts, but it’s not the most amazing dances in the world.

~ They were impressed when they first saw your skills. They were even a bit jealous! The only thing stopping them from asking you for advice was their pride. Well, more specifically, Velvet’s. So instead, they just watch.

~ When the topic of folklore dances first came up, they didn’t know what it was. What was so different about it? When you educated them on the subject, they became interested.

~ They ask you to show them some dances, and they were blown away. Not just by your skills, but from how different it was from the dances they know.

~ When you first showed them “danza de los machetes”, you nearly gave them a heart attack. Velvet snatched the sharp object away from you, as Veneer hid behind her. They scolded you for having such a dangerous tool. But after you explained it was for the dance, they reluctantly let you proceed.

~ All through the dance, they were tense. They were scared you’d hurt yourself. But when you finished it successfully and cut-free, they applauded you. Velvet and Veneer were amazed at your talent, and that’s when they finally asked you for some lessons.

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~~baileypie-writes

[bassmars]

submissive! neuvillette x gender neutral reader.

it’s been so long but I am back, I still love neuvillette. Matter in fact I got him a hydro goblet with 35 crit dmg I know I know…. Be jealous.

No proof read sorry if this is all messed up, wrote this pretty late too.. I might start posting more but who should I write about?

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Justice served hot

Sub! Neuvillette nsfw.

warnings: semi-public setting, mild exhibitionism, oral sex, penetrative sex (reader can either have a dick or like a strap on I tried)

"Not now, Y/N," Neuvillette murmured, his eyes never leaving the mountain of paperwork that had piled up on his desk. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the cluttered room, the only sound being the scratch of his quill against parchment. Y/N, ever the persistent one, leaned against the heavy oak doorframe, arms folded across their chest. Their eyes, filled with a mix of longing and mischief, scanned the room for any signs of weakness.

Neuvillette's desk was a battlefield of legal documents, ink stains spreading like spilled wine across the once pristine surface. The scent of parchment and candle wax filled the air, a stark contrast to the faint hint of incense that usually lingered in the hallways outside. The judge's white hair was slightly disheveled, as if he'd been running his hands through it in frustration, and the blue underside of his single strand was vivid against his pale skin. His pointed ears twitched slightly as Y/N's footsteps grew closer, the quiet thud of boots on the cold stone floor echoing in the vast chamber.

"Comeee onnnnn," Y/N whined, their voice a sweet symphony of seduction, "You've been buried in this stuff for hours." They stepped closer, the leather of their corset creaking faintly. "We haven't had any...quality time in so long."

Neuvillette sighed, setting down his quill with a delicate clink. He rubbed his eyes with his gloved hand, the blue fabric stretching over his knuckles. "You know how important this is," he said, his voice strained. "The fate of Fontaine is literally in my hands."

Y/N pouted, their eyes scanning the room as they approached the desk. They leaned over, their chest brushing against the papers, and whispered into Neuvillette's ear, "I know, but so is my happiness." Their breath was warm, sending a shiver down the judge's spine.

Neuvillette swiveled his chair to face Y/N, his gaze dropping to their mouth. "And what would make you happy right now?" His voice was low, a challenge wrapped in velvet.

Y/N smirked, their hand sliding down to graze the bulge in Neuvillette's trousers. "Well," they murmured, "since you're already sitting..." They knelt down, pushing aside the chair slightly, and flipped the desk's edge up, giving them the perfect access.

Neuvillette's eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat. He looked over his shoulder at the door, then back at Y/N. "Here? Now?" His voice was a mix of surprise and arousal.

Y/N nodded, their grin growing wider. "Why not?" They leaned in, capturing Neuvillette's bottom lip in a teasing nip. "It's not like anyone's going to walk in, right?"

Neuvillette's cheeks flushed a light shade of pink, his pointy ears turning a darker shade of red. He glanced at the clock on the wall, the ticking sound suddenly very loud in the quiet room. "Almost time for the next session," he murmured, trying to regain his composure.

Y/N's pout grew more pronounced, their eyes shimmering with a hint of desperation. "Are you really going to leave me like this?" They whispered, their hand still playing with the fabric of his trousers.

Neuvillette sighed, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him. "I have to, Y/N. You know how much is on the line for these cases." He began to stand up, but Y/N's grip tightened, their eyes pleading.

"C'mon," Y/N whined, their voice a siren's call, "Just a quickie, before you go." They leaned in closer, their breath hot against Neuvillette's neck, sending a shiver down his spine.

The judge's resolve wavered, the temptation of a passionate encounter with Y/N almost too much to resist. But he knew he couldn't. "No," he said firmly, pushing back his chair, "We can't." He gently but insistently removed Y/N's hand from his crotch and stood up, straightening his robes.

Y/N pouted even more, their eyes glinting with a hint of annoyance. "You're no fun," they grumbled, crossing their arms over their chest.

Neuvillette chuckled despite himself, reaching out to stroke their cheek with his gloved hand. "I know," he said, "but duty calls." He turned and made his way to the courtroom, the heavy doors looming before him like a final boss in a video game.

Y/N trailed after him, their steps echoing down the hallway. "Fine," they said with a dramatic sigh, "but I'm coming with you."

Neuvillette rolled his eyes but didn't protest. He knew Y/N well enough to know that once they had their mind set on something, there was no changing it. They arrived at the grand courtroom, the air thick with the anticipation of the looming proceedings. The room was eerily empty, the wooden benches untouched by the usual bustle of plaintiffs and defendants.

"Well, this is odd," Neuvillette murmured, checking his pocket watch. "We're not supposed to start for another half an hour."

Y/N snickered, their mood lightening at the sight of the empty room. "Maybe the universe is giving us a little gift," they said, wagging their eyebrows suggestively.

Neuvillette couldn't help but laugh. "Or maybe it's just another one of your jinxes," he teased, pushing the door open with a squeak.

The judge stepped inside, his footsteps echoing in the vast space. The high ceilings, adorned with frescoes of ancient battles and legal triumphs, seemed to watch over them like disapproving parents. Y/N followed, their boots clicking against the marble floor.

"Come on," Y/N whispered, sidling up to Neuvillette, "at least give me a kiss. It's been ages."

Neuvillette's resolve was waning, the heat of their earlier encounter still simmering between them. He leaned down, their lips meeting in a soft, chaste kiss that sent a jolt of electricity through his body. But Y/N wasn't satisfied with just a peck. They grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss that left them both breathless.

Their tongues danced together, a silent conversation filled with longing and desire. Y/N's hands roamed down to Neuvillette's waist, fumbling with the knot of his sash. They pushed him backward, the large judge's chair looming behind him like a throne. With a grunt, Neuvillette gave in, his body weight carrying him backward into the plush velvet embrace of the chair.

Y/N's eyes sparkled with triumph as they sank to their knees in front of the chair.

Neuvillette's cock, now free from its confines, stood proud and demanding. Veins bulged with anticipation, tracing a map of pleasure along its length, and the underside was particularly sensitive to the touch, a fact that Y/N knew all too well.

As Y/N leaned in, Neuvillette's hips jerked involuntarily, his hand shooting up to grab a fistful of their hair. He gripped it tightly, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to hold back the moan that threatened to escape his lips. The sensation of Y/N's warm breath against his cock was almost too much, and he had to bite his lower lip to keep from crying out.

Y/N, ever the eager participant, took the hint and wrapped their lips around the tip, teasing the slit with their tongue. Neuvillette's grip on their hair tightened, his legs spreading wider as he pushed his hips up slightly to meet their mouth. The feeling of their tongue flicking against his most sensitive spot sent a shiver down his spine, making his toes curl in his boots.

Y/N took him in deeper, their cheeks hollowing as they sucked hard. The sound of wetness filled the quiet courtroom, the only other noise the occasional crackle of the candles that lined the walls. They could feel the judge's thighs trembling, his gloved hands clutching their head, guiding them deeper. The taste of his precum was sweet on their tongue, a promise of the release to come.

Neuvillette's breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving as he fought to keep his composure. He knew that Y/N was a master at this, that they could make him cum in seconds if they wanted to, but he was trying to hold out. The anticipation was part of the thrill, the knowledge that they were about to be caught up in something so deliciously scandalous in the very heart of Fontaine's legal system.

But it was a battle he was quickly losing. The way Y/N's mouth moved, the pressure and rhythm, it was all too much. His hips began to buck, his hand moving to the armrest of the chair to keep from toppling over. He could feel the orgasm building, a storm brewing in his core, threatening to spill over at any moment.

And just as he was about to let go, the doors to the courtroom swung open, the sound echoing through the room like a gavel's final blow.

Y/N and Neuvillette froze, the latter's eyes shooting wide open as a parade of officials and assistants began to file in, their murmurs of greeting and shuffling of papers a stark contrast to the silence that had been moments before. Y/N, ever the quick thinker, ducked under the desk, their heart racing. Neuvillette's cock, still wet from Y/N's eager mouth, twitched in response to the sudden cold air.

The judge took a deep breath, willing his body to behave as he forced himself to sit up straight, the chair creaking ominously beneath him. He smoothed his robes down, trying to look as dignified as possible despite the raging hard-on he was trying to hide. The room grew louder as more people filled in, taking their seats, arranging their notes. Neuvillette could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, a blush that was hopefully just from the exertion and not the embarrassment of being caught.

Y/N, hidden from view, couldn't help but let out a stifled giggle, the sound muffled by the fabric of Neuvillette's robes. The judge shot them a glare, his hand shooting down to grip the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning white.

"Thank you all for being here today," Neuvillette began, his voice a little shakier than usual. He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself as he continued, "We have a very important case to discuss." His eyes darted around the room, looking for any signs of suspicion. The attendees nodded and murmured in response, none the wiser to the scandalous scene playing out just out of their line of sight.

Y/N, unable to resist the temptation, leaned back in and took him in their mouth again, their hands moving to stroke the base of his cock. Neuvillette's eyes rolled back in his head, his grip on the desk tightening as he bit down on his knuckle to keep from moaning. The room was a blur, the faces of the officials swimming before his eyes as he tried to focus on the case at hand.

With a Herculean effort, Neuvillette pulled Y/N's head back, their teeth grazing the sensitive skin just before they were fully extracted. "Not now," he hissed through gritted teeth, his voice barely above a whisper. Y/N pouted but obeyed— for now, sitting back on their heels and watching him with hungry eyes.

Neuvillette took a deep, shuddering breath and tried to compose himself. He couldn't very well start the session with a raging erection, now could he? He shuffled his papers, hoping that the rustling would cover the sound of his racing heart. The room had filled up, the murmur of conversation growing louder as the minutes ticked by. The tension in the air was palpable, a mix of anticipation for the upcoming case and the unspoken tension between the two lovers.

He took his seat at the bench, adjusting his robes to try and hide his arousal. The first case was brought before him, a dull roar of words that barely registered as he tried to focus. His eyes scanned the pages before him, but the words swam together like ink in water. The pressure of Y/N's mouth was still imprinted on his cock, the ghost of their touch driving him wild. He could feel the wetness of their saliva slowly drying, leaving his skin feeling tight and sensitive.

As the prosecutor began their opening statement, Neuvillette's hand strayed to his mouth, his teeth sinking into his lower lip to keep from groaning. The pressure grew, his cock throbbing with the need for release. He glanced down, trying to be subtle, and found that Y/N's hand had slipped into his lap, their fingers tracing lazy circles around the base of his shaft.

The first time he stuttered, he blamed it on the poor lighting. The second time, he coughed and took a sip of water, his hand shaking slightly as he brought the glass to his lips. The third time, the prosecutor paused, a look of concern flashing across their face. "Your honor, are you feeling quite alright?"

Neuvillette's eyes snapped up, his cheeks burning with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. "I'm fine," he ground out, his voice strained. "Just a... a bit of a cold, I think." He coughed into his fist, hoping it was convincing. The room watched him for a moment before the proceedings continued, the murmur of whispers and shuffling papers resuming.

Y/N took advantage of the distraction, their mouth once again wrapping around Neuvillette's cock. This time, they were more cautious, their movements slow and deliberate. They could feel the judge's thighs tensing, his hips trying to rock up to meet them despite his efforts to remain still. The sound of fabric against skin was almost silent, but to Neuvillette, it was like a symphony in his ears.

He tried to focus on the case, really he did. But every time Y/N hit just the right spot, his eyes would squeeze shut, and a strangled sound would escape his throat. He bit down on his gloved fingers, the leather muffling his moans. The room was so still, so formal, and here he was, on the verge of losing control.

The case droned on, the words a blur as Neuvillette's mind was a whirlwind of pleasure and panic. He could feel the climax building, a crescendo that was all too familiar. Y/N's tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, teasing the slit before plunging back down, taking him in deep.

Neuvillette's body tensed, and he had to bite down on the leather of his gloved hand to keep from crying out. The sudden sharp pain brought him back to reality for a brief moment. He looked up, trying to focus on the defendant standing before him, but all he could see was the swirl of color from the stained glass windows above, casting a kaleidoscope across the room.

"Your honor," the prosecutor's voice cut through the haze, "the defense seems to be... distracted. Is everything alright?" Concerned whispers spread through the courtroom like a ripple in a pond.

Neuvillette coughed, his voice strained. "Just a bit of... allergies, yes. The flowers outside, you know." He cleared his throat and hoped his face wasn't as red as it felt. "Please, continue with your questioning."

The prosecutor looked at him skeptically but carried on. Meanwhile, Y/N had found his sweet spot, licking and sucking with the finesse of a maestro conducting an orchestra. Neuvillette's eyes watered, his hips jerking slightly as he felt the release approaching.

He had to get a grip, literally. He clenched his fists in his robes, the fabric bunching in his grip. "What is your defense?" he managed to ask the defendant, his voice a mix of authority and the beginning of a moan.

The defendant, a burly man with a scruffy beard, looked confused. "I-I was just saying, Your Honor, that I didn't mean to..."

But Neuvillette wasn't listening. Y/N's mouth was like a vise, their tongue a whirlwind of sensation. He could feel the pressure building, the dam about to burst. "I-I need a recess," he blurted out, his voice a strangled whisper.

The room went silent, all eyes on the judge who was clearly not his usual composed self. The prosecutor and defendant exchanged glances, while the bailiff looked like he was about to ask if Neuvillette needed medical attention.

"A... recess?" the prosecutor echoed, looking at the clock. "But we've only just begun."

"Now," Neuvillette snapped, his voice firm despite the tremble in his legs. "This... this case is too important to be rushed." He slammed his gavel down, the sound echoing through the hushed room.

The bailiff stepped forward, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Your Honor, are you feeling... well?"

Neuvillette took a deep breath, willing his body to calm. "I'm fine," he assured, his voice a barely controlled rumble. But Y/N's mouth was like a siren's call, latched onto that spot that made his toes curl and his vision swim. He couldn't ignore the way their tongue danced around the sensitive ridge, the flicks and swirls that sent bolts of pleasure through him.

The prosecutor looked unconvinced, but the defendant's counsel nodded, eager to take advantage of the break. "Very well, Your Honor," the prosecutor said, their voice filled with skepticism. “We'll reconvene in fifteen minutes.”

The room buzzed with whispers as everyone began to stand, their movements a symphony of confusion and curiosity. Y/N didn't waste a second, pulling away from Neuvillette's cock with a final, tantalizing kiss that left him gasping for air. They slipped out from under the desk, smoothing their clothes with a smug grin. "Fifteen minutes, perfect," they murmured, giving Neuvillette's leg a final squeeze before sauntering out of the courtroom.

The judge took a moment to compose himself, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He adjusted his robes, trying to hide the evidence of their tryst. The room emptied slowly, the murmurs of the crowd fading into the hallway. He waited until the last set of footsteps had disappeared before standing, his legs wobbly with need. He could feel the stickiness on his cock, a testament to how close he'd come.

"Y/N, office," he called out, his voice still a little hoarse. Y/N's eyes lit up with excitement, their hand already on the doorknob. They stepped aside, allowing Neuvillette to pass, their fingers trailing over his lower back as they did so.

Once in the office, Neuvillette's gaze swept over the chaos. Papers littered the floor, ink pots were overturned, and the smell of spilled wine filled the air. He took a deep breath, trying to regain control of his body. "This place is a mess," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement.

Y/N shrugged, a mischievous smile playing on their lips. "It's all part of the ambiance," they said, stepping closer to him. They reached up, untying the knot of his sash with nimble fingers. "Now, where were we?"

Neuvillette's eyes darkened with desire, his hand coming up to cup Y/N's cheek. "We were about to take this somewhere more... private," he murmured, his thumb tracing their jawline. "And then, we're going to make up for lost time."

The door clicked shut behind them, the sound echoing through the cluttered room. Y/N's eyes locked onto his, their hands roaming over his body with a hunger that matched his own. They stepped closer, their bodies pressing together in a delicious dance of heat and want.

"Fuck, you're so hard for me," Y/N growled, their fingers fumbling with the button of his pants. With a swift, brutal motion, they tore open his fly, sending his cock springing free. It jutted out, a testament to his unabated desire, slick with pre-come and begging for release.

Neuvillette's cock sprang free, a testament to his unabated desire. He watched as Y/N took it in their hand, their grip firm and sure. They stroked him slowly, their thumb circling the sensitive tip, sending shivers down his spine.

"Turn over," Y/N ordered, their voice low and commanding.

Neuvillette whimpered at the interruption but reluctantly obeyed, his palms flat on the desk as he bent over, his ass in the air. The cold wood sent a shiver through him, making his skin prickle with anticipation. He was panting and flushed, cock leaking heavily between them as he learned to savor each delicious slide.

Y/N stepped closer, their cock brushing against his thigh. Neuvillette could feel the heat of them, the promise of what was to come. He took a deep breath, trying to prepare himself for the onslaught.

The first slick press of Y/N's length against his entrance was like a spark igniting a flame. Neuvillette gasped, his eyes squeezing shut as they pushed inside him. The sensation was almost too much, a mix of pain and pleasure that made his knees wobble, the sensation of their bodies reconnecting after so long almost too much to handle.

Their rhythm grew steadier as they lost themselves in the moment, their movements driven by pure instinct. Neuvillettes nails raked down Y/n’s back, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

"Y/n," Neuvillette moaned, his hips rising to meet each thrust. "Harder."

Y/N didn't give him any time to adjust, their hips snapping forward with a force that made the desk shake. Neuvillette let out a strangled cry, his body taking a moment to accommodate the intrusion.

They set a relentless pace, their length sliding in and out of him with a wet, slapping sound that filled the room. The desk creaked and groaned, a testament to their passion.

Neuvillette's nails dug into the wood, his knuckles white with the effort of holding on. He could feel his orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that washed over him with every thrust.

Y/N leaned over him, their breath hot against his neck. "You're so fucking tight," they murmured, their voice strained with lust. "So good, Neuvillette."

Their words were like a spell, casting a net of desire over him. He pushed back, meeting each thrust with a wantonness that surprised even himself. The need to be filled, to be claimed, was overwhelming.

Y/N's hand slammed down onto the desk beside his head, the sound echoing through the room. "Fuck, yes," they grunted, their hips driving into him with an intensity that bordered on violence.

Neuvillette's eyes watered as Y/N hit that spot, that magical spot deep inside that made his toes curl and his body spasm. He bit down on his gloved hand, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to spill from his lips. The fabric muffled the sound, but the pain only added to his pleasure.

Each slap of their hips against his ass was a symphony of sensation, a crescendo that built and built until he thought he couldn't take it anymore. He could feel his orgasm coiling in his belly, tightening like a spring ready to snap.

Y/N's length slammed into Neuvillette with the force of a storm, the sound echoing through the otherwise silent room. The judge's face was a picture of ecstasy and torment, his eyes squeezed shut as he bit down on his lip to keep from crying out. Each thrust was accompanied by a wet smack, the sound bouncing off the walls like a taunt to their secret.

Neuvillette's legs trembled, his toes curling in his boots as he tried to keep his body from betraying him. He knew the Melusines were just outside, their sensitive hearing attuned to every little noise. The thought of them hearing his desperate gasps and the sloppy sounds of their lovemaking sent a thrill of both fear and excitement through him.

He couldn't help the way his body reacted, his muscles clenching around Y/N's length with every thrust. He was so close, so desperately close to losing control. The pressure was building, a coil in his belly that tightened with every movement. The room swam around him, the candlelight playing across his skin like a lover's caress.

He could feel the tension in Y/N's body, the way their muscles tightened and released with each movement. They were both chasing that elusive high, that sweet release that hovered just out of reach. Neuvillette's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more depraved than the last.

His body arched, his back bowing like a bowstring pulled taut before releasing an arrow. His orgasm hit, sending waves of pure ecstasy crashing through his body. He bit down hard on the leather of his glove, muffling the scream that threatened to rip from his chest.

His cock spasmed, shooting ropes of cum across the desk, painting the once pristine surface with a chaotic pattern of white. The smell of sex filled the room, a musky scent that seemed to cling to every inch of them. Y/N's eyes widened in surprise and delight at the display, their own hand moving faster as they watched him come undone.

The hand over his mouth was almost painful now, but Neuvillette didn't care. He bucked and thrashed beneath Y/N, the world outside the office forgotten. The only thing that mattered was the exquisite pleasure that consumed him, leaving him boneless and panting.

Finally, the storm passed, and he collapsed against the desk, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. The hand over his mouth slipped away, and he took a deep, shuddering breath, his eyes still closed. The silence was deafening, the only sound the faint tick of the clock on the wall.

Neuvillette's eyes snapped open, his heart dropping into his stomach. He looked at the timepiece, the hands pointing to the number fifteen. "No.”

[ichorai]

airbag ; steve rogers.

track one of OK COMPUTER.

pairing ; steve rogers x reader (gender-neutral)

synopsis ; five time steve tries to propose to you, and one time he actually does.

words ; 4.3k

themes ; fluff, mild angst, kind of avengers tower au?

warnings / includes ; mentions/descriptions of injury, alcohol, lots of lovesick fluff, rest of avengers are mentioned, natasha and tony Meddling, reference to spider-man & sandman :)

main masterlist.

Steve considered himself a romantic of sorts. Call him old-fashioned, but he liked bringing you flowers, he liked taking you to the theater, and he liked walking you home—all the way up to your door and listening for the lock, so he knew you’d be safe in there. 

It was only fitting how cliché it felt when he realized he was in love with you. Firework-igniting kisses and butterfly-filled tummies and face-splitting grins. Everything described in those movies you enjoyed watching—but so much more.

Steve Rogers wasn’t a man to waste time. After all—enough of that had been done while he was frozen in the ice. If he was going to start something, then he was most definitely going to go all the way and finish it, too. 

Almost immediately after your first anniversary, he bought a ring. It was simple and classic, maybe a bit out of style but hey, you seemed to be into that. You were dating a century-year-old. 

It was December then, soft snow lining the streets and piling upon naked tree branches. During the drive to the fancy restaurant he’d found (courtesy of Tony), there were children building snowmen and sledding down shallow hills. You smiled watching them, eyes rife with fond warmth, and Steve knew then that he had to do it. He had to propose to you tonight. 

Inside, you wouldn’t stop telling him how underdressed you felt, but Steve reassured you by saying a simple, “You look perfect, I promise.”

And he wasn’t lying. You did look perfect to him.

Dinner consisted of several decadent courses, with the waiters serving platters the two of you could barely even pronounce. It was delicious, nonetheless, and the chef had even come by to shake the hand of the Captain America.

During the last course—a silken slice of chocolate cake for dessert—Steve slipped his hand into his suit’s pocket, the velvet box smooth beneath his fingers. He replayed the question over and over again in his head, rehearsed a million times prior to the dinner.

Will you marry me?

And just as he was about to pull the ring box out, another diner pushed his chair back just far enough to accidentally knock into a waiter passing by, holding a plate of spaghetti. Completely sauced, to top.

To Steve’s horror, the plate tipped, almost in slow motion, and fell with a wet, splattering noise all over your outfit. You’d let out a small yelp of surprise, the spaghetti was hot, but not enough to burn. Steve stood up a second too late, hand falling away from his pocket as he rounded the table and placed it on your shoulder, asking if you were okay. 

“I’m okay,” you told him gently, reaching over to grab a few napkins at the center of your table.

You didn’t get mad, of course you didn’t—it was part of the reason Steve loved you so much—instead, you were kind and patient, reassuring the flustered waiter that it was alright. “Mistakes happen,” you said. Another waiter came by a few minutes later with a few damp cloths so you could wipe the rest of the spaghetti sauce off.

Needless to say, the chef insisted that the meal was on the house that night, much to Steve’s chagrin.

The drive back home smelled of marinara sauce and oregano, but the heavy weight in his chest at the failed proposal seemed to lighten when you joked about how the five course meal ended up being six.

Natasha knew about the ring. Steve wasn’t quite sure how—he’d never explicitly told her—but then again, he wasn’t surprised. Nat seemed to always just know things from the smallest of details. It was why she made such a brilliant spy.

“So,” she’d said once she stumbled across from Steve in the Avenger Tower’s lavish gym, a sly grin stretching over her lips, “when are you popping the question?”

There was a pause to his movements—the dumbbell he’d been curling hovered in the air, his muscles tensing. He thought about it for a little longer, considering asking her how she knew but—he seemed to sense that Natasha would wave it away with a laugh and a light, “A magician never reveals her secrets.”

Instead, he told the red-head, “I’m working on it.” 

Natasha leaned against a treadmill, arms crossing over her chest. The smile on her face seemed to grow even wider. “Uh-huh. How long have you had the ring?”

Steve resumed doing his reps. The burn felt nice, even if it was only barely there. “Long enough.”

There was a soft tenderness to Natasha’s eyes, and she bumped a fist into his bicep. “Take Y/N hiking. Far away from the city, where it’s quiet.”

Again, Steve paused his exercise. Slow, he put the weights down, thinking over her words. 

“That’s actually—that’s a good idea, Nat.”

“Of course it is.” There was a knowing glint in her eyes.

“Thanks, really. I just want things to be perfect.”

She dipped her head once, before climbing onto the treadmill. “Send pictures. I’ve got a bet going on—Clint would want proof.”

Steve spared her an amused roll of his eyes. With a wave and a hurried goodbye, Steve rushed out of the gym to take a quick shower. The weather app on his phone (that he took an embarrassingly long time to find) told him the skies were going to be clear that afternoon—perfect for hiking.

Maybe, hopefully, perfect for proposals.

Half an hour later, you were ready to go, too, bouncing on the balls of your feet excitedly.

“I packed us sandwiches.”

“Did you? Oh, great—thanks, honey. We could have them as an early dinner.” He rubbed your shoulder and nudged you into the car. 

“I packed a bunch of snacks, too.”

Steve arched a brow. “Like?”

“Gummy worms, popcorn, chips, cookies. Oh, and Wanda actually made something for us, I’m not really sure what it is, but it smelled nice—”

Your words died away when Steve laughed, loud and chesty. Of course you’d pack just about the entire pantry. How you managed to stuff all of that into your travel backpack with room to spare was beyond him. You couldn’t help but break out into an infectious smile when he leaned forward to kiss you on the forehead. 

The drive out of the city to the hiking trail was long, and you nearly dozed off if not for the road getting progressively bumpier the closer you got. 

The sun was high in the sky by the time you arrived. You slipped out of the car with a pleased hum and stretched out your limbs, ready to get the hike over and done with. You might’ve been dating a superhuman, but you had no powers of your own. The pressure to keep up was something always in the back of your mind.

And that’s how the hike went—you were determined to stay on par with Steve, no matter how grueling the terrain became. Even when he suggested a break to have some of the many snacks you’d packed, you tossed him your bag and kept trekking on—you were worried that if you stopped, you would never get back up again. 

Really, you shouldn’t have overexerted yourself this quickly—the two of you were barely halfway done with the trail. Your feet were starting to drag, and your pace grew staggered. Just as you turned around to face your boyfriend and ask for a breather, your foot caught on a tree root that poked up above the trail’s surface, and you stumbled forward. 

Thankfully, Steve’s quick reflexes came in handy, and he darted forward to grab you before you could go rolling down the steep hills. 

He tugged you close into his chest, not yet registering your wince of pain. “Are you okay? That was a close one!”

When you pulled away, you gingerly tried to test your wait on the foot, but quickly lifted it back up with a grimace. “Oh, God. I think I’ve rolled my ankle.”

Steve stiffened, glancing further up the trail. It was maybe another two hours, but that was only with two fully-functioning pairs of legs. 

The proposal would have to wait another day, then.

He cupped your face, soft and gentle. “Wrap your arms around my neck from behind. I’ll carry you down to the car.”

“You sure, Stevie? I can try hopping down on one foot.” You tried to demonstrate, but nearly lost your balance again. All the jostling sent bolts of pain down your foot, which surely wasn’t a good sign, either.

He snorted, huff-laughing, other hand slipping over your waist to keep you still. “I’m sure. Come on.” He leaned down expectantly.

Relenting, you wrapped your arms over his shoulders and hooked the inside of your thighs over his waist, careful to keep your injured foot extended so it wouldn’t bump into him. It was beginning to throb.

“‘M sorry,” you mumbled, resting your cheek over his shoulder, one of your hands lifting to toy with his short, blonde hair. He began to walk down, and you tried your best to ignore the pain in your ankle. “Ruined our hiking trip. I was so excited.”

“It’s okay, honey. It was an accident! We can always go another time. Maybe a different trail, though.”

You apologized again, the whole way down, in fact, despite his assurances that he wasn’t at all tired. He really wasn’t—barely broke a sweat during the descent. Besides, he quite liked the feeling of your holding so tight onto him, your nose pressed into the side of his neck, your soft laughter brushing over his skin in one moment, your slight winces in the next. 

“I love you,” you whispered, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

He felt a shiver traverse down his back, and briefly wondered if you felt it, too.

“I love you, too. That tickles, though.”

Your laugh was abrupt and ever so heart-warming. “Sorry.”

The movie, you’d told him, was a cult classic from the seventies. Steve couldn’t really remember what it was called. Callie? Cassie? It was an awful lot of blood. The arm he had wound over your shoulder squeezed you every time someone screamed in the film—which was… startlingly often. 

Proposing in the middle of a gorey movie wasn’t exactly the romantic vision Steve had in mind, but since the previous attempts really didn’t work in his favor, he wondered if keeping it casual was the best way to go. So when you asked if he could come over for an abrupt movie night, he readily agreed—and brought the small, velvet ring box with him.

It was tucked safely in the pocket of his slacks, on the side you weren’t pressed up against. The weight was a constant reminder of what he wanted to ask you—occupying his mind away from the movie he should’ve been paying attention to.

He’d propose once the credits started rolling. Yes, that’d be best, right? Wouldn’t want a horrified scream interrupting his profession of undying love to you.

And so he watched. He watched and watched, absentmindedly wondering what on earth the movie was even about. He dragged his knuckles up and down your arm. When a particularly gruesome scene unfolded, Steve glanced over at you. 

To his surprise, your features were softened with sleep, only barely illuminated by the crimson glow from the television, your lips slightly parted and eyes shut. 

With gentle movements, Steve reached over to guide your head onto his shoulder. Your hair tickled his cheek, and he let out a soft puff of a sigh before smiling. He kissed your temple, nose resting over your forehead. 

The proposal would have to wait another day.

Tony’s parties were always an affair that Steve looked forward to. He wasn’t a party-goer by any means, but he found that the grand events were a great way for him to catch up with all his colleagues, acquaintances, and work associates he otherwise wouldn’t have spoken to for months to come. 

And, of course, your excitement always seemed to rub off on him. You were buzzing about the room with what looked like twenty different outfits hanging off of your arms, holding them between you and the mirror with a scrutinizing look.

“Tucked or untucked?” you asked, more to yourself than him. He wasn’t given the chance to respond, anyway, since you chucked the shirt somewhere behind you and promptly started looking for another.

When you’d finally settled for appropriately formal attire, and Steve slipped into a button-up dress shirt (which was his one and only option, much to your envy), the two of you set off for Tony’s.

The party was already in full swing by the time you got there. Steve wasn’t entirely sure what the event was for—an anniversary or birthday, maybe? Fundraising gala? A celebration of some sort of scientific breakthrough Steve couldn’t even begin to comprehend? It was always a toss-up with Tony.

You were greeting people here and there, stopping to chatter amicably about what you’ve been up to, how work was going, the latest shows you’ve been catching up with…

And then you kissed his cheek and told him you were going to go grab some drinks. Steve watched you go with fond eyes. You looked incredible tonight. 

A hand on his shoulder jolted him out of his reverie, and Tony Stark’s smug face came into view. 

“Enjoying the party?” he asked, sly and knowing. What did he know?

“Hey, Tony. We only just got here. What’s all this for, by the way?” Steve crossed his arms and glanced around for any telltale signs.

A smirk flitted across his expression. “Just thought we all needed a bit of social activity pumped into the team. It’s a great place to… get your courage up, hm?” Tony smiled, and Steve narrowed his eyes.

“Did Natasha tell you?”

Tony snorted. “We all know.”

“Great.” Steve slid his hand into his pocket and traced the smooth grooves of the ring box. “Is everyone expecting me to propose tonight?”

“No, pfft—we don’t want to pressure you or anything…” Tony pointedly glanced at a stage conveniently placed front and center of the room. “But if you need some, what should I call it… assistance, the stage is all yours to use.”

Steve balked. Proposing at a party was one thing, but proposing on a stage in front of hundreds of people was completely out of the question. 

Or was it? 

“I’m not going to propose on a stage. That’s more your style.”

With a shrug, Tony rolled his eyes. “I mean, Pepper hasn’t left me yet, has she?”

Steve chose not to grace him with a response, but frown-smiled when Tony grabbed a flute of champagne and shoved it into his hands. He was gone the next second, off to greet a new round of guests. 

Thirty seconds later, you appeared by his side, positively beaming, but slightly out of breath. There were two chilled glasses clutched in your hands, almost sloshing over with how quickly you bounded to him.

“Oh, you already got a drink?” you asked, grinning. You clinked both glasses against his, chiming, “Cheers!”

And as you were downing the sugary alcohol in your right hand, Steve ran a finger along the ring box again. 

Maybe… maybe it really wasn’t a bad idea. He looked back at the stage. There was a microphone stand on there. Has it been there since the beginning?

He turned his head back to you, and you told him about Banner inviting the two of you over for dinner some time. Just as he was about to reply, his phone started buzzing in his other pocket. Deftly, Steve slipped his hand away from the box and went to pick up the phone—Sam’s caller ID staring up at him.

His friend’s voice sounded strained through the phone, and Steve gripped your hand and led you to a more quiet hallway, away from the crowd and the thrum of music. 

Sam hurriedly told him that there was trouble downtown—something about Spider-Man and a very sandy guy. 

“Sandy?” 

“Yeah. Dude’s made of sand.”

“Oh.” Steve paused, brows furrowing. “I’ll be there in twenty. Can you keep it together till then?”

“Don’t have another choice, do I, Cap?” 

With that, Sam hung up. Steve looked to you, crestfallen.

“Honey, I gotta go.” 

Your voice was light and airy, despite your slightly crestfallen and confused countenance. “Sam’s in trouble?”

“Yeah. I’ll—” There was an uncertain pause. Steve leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. “I’ll see you at home. I love you.”

Your brows pulled together. “I love you, too. Stay safe, Steve.”

It was something you just had to accustom yourself to—when your boyfriend was a superhero, his priorities encompassed far more than you. But you understood, as you always did, and let him hurry away with a stiff lip. 

The hospital was packed. Claustrophobically dense. You hurriedly wove through the crowd of anxious people hovering around the information desk, having already gotten the text which room Steve was in.

A few twisting hallways later, you pushed through a door and just about collapsed with relief when your eyes landed on Steve. 

He was badly bruised. Hues of deep purple and faint blues were blossomed all over his face. One of his eyes was swollen, his sandy-blonde hair was tousled, and his bottom lip was split. He was wearing a hospital gown, and you felt nauseated wondering just what other injuries he was hiding beneath the fabric. 

But he was alive. That was the least you’d hoped for.

Tears pricked your eyes, and you only then registered that Bucky was there, standing by the bed, expression grim and steeled. His blue eyes darted away from his best friend’s face to meet yours.

“I’ll give you two some space,” he murmured with a tight edge to his voice. Bucky patted your shoulder and whisked off before you could say anything. 

“Steve?” you croaked, drawing nearer to the bed. Your throat felt tight. “Oh, God…”

Despite his entire face aching, Steve managed to tug one of the corners of his lips up into a meager smile. “Hey, honey.”

His voice sounded hoarse and overused, but was still utter music to your ears. You just about collapsed onto the side of the bed, reaching out to gently brush the back of your shaking knuckles over what little of his face wasn’t bruised.

“I heard what happened on the news,” came your tearful whisper. “I was so worried you…”

Something softened within the blue of his eyes. “I’m still here.”

You dipped forward to press a soft kiss to his forehead, and his tired eyes slid shut. 

“Has a doctor checked on you yet? Any permanent damage I have to look out for?” You pulled away so you could roam your eyes over his form once more.

“Just a few bruises. Bone fractures. Nothing I can’t recover from,” he replied, though he winced when he tried to shift and sit more upright. You placed a hand on his back and helped him move, cautiously slow.

“Take it easy, old man,” you warned. “Don’t want you to pop a hip.”

Steve wheezed out what seemed like a laugh. Then, his eyes darted to the bedside table, where some spare clothes were neatly packed in a bag. Bucky had brought them, making sure to hide the ring box safely underneath a few layers.

Should he? Now, when he had the chance?

“I have something to ask you…” he began, tentative, dragging his eyes back onto you. You tilted your head pointedly, beckoning for him to go on. 

Just as he was about to say the words, there were three rapid knocks to the hospital room’s doors and they creaked open immediately after, two nurses shuffling in, clipboards in hand.

“Hello, just here to run a few more check-ups!” one of them chirped. “It’s not often we get a super admitted in here.”

Steve just about physically deflated. Your brows kinked, and you patted his cheek fondly.

“I’ll come by later—gonna go see if Sam is okay. You should rest, Stevie. Love you.” With one final kiss to his cheek, you got up from his bed and made space for the bustling nurses. He barely managed to lift his hand to wave you goodbye before you hurried out of the room, back into the packed hallways.

A month had drifted by since he wound up in the hospital (and discharged the very next day). It was pleasantly breezy that day—gusts of wind tousling his now-overgrown hair and whistling sweetly in your ears. 

Steve bent at the waist to place the bouquet of flowers down in front of the headstone. If it were any windier, he was sure it would’ve blown away. But it stayed put, the petals only barely swaying to and fro, and he righted himself back up.

“Sarah Rogers,” you whispered, eyes trailing across the smooth grooves of her name indented into the slab, voice thick with fondness. “What did she look like?”

Your arm wounded over the small of his waist. The two of you had visited the cemetery a few months prior, where you helped him scrub all the moss and dirt from her headstone. He told you about many of his adventures with Bucky before his time frozen in the ice, but very little about his mother. 

A wistful smile touched the corner of his face. Now fully healed, much to your relief. 

“She was blonde. Blue eyes. Crow lines, I think. Really faint, but they appeared every time she laughed.” There was a nostalgic warmth to his tone. 

“Took after her, then.” You beamed down at the grave. “She must’ve been beautiful.”

Steve leaned into your grasp and kissed the very top of your head. “She was. She would’ve loved you, you know.”

“Yeah?”

“She would’ve thought you were perfect. She saw a lot of terrible things in her lifetime, but you—you would’ve made her laugh a lot.” A pause. The wind hummed a disjointed tune. “She always believed in me, even though she was terrified for me all the time. Worried herself sick. If only she knew I’d end up here…”

Your head landed on his bicep. “She knows. She knew from the very beginning.”

The blonde smiled at you again, and you couldn’t help but notice his crow lines, too. It was comforting to know that there was so much of his mother in him.

“You ready for lunch?”

“I’m starving.” you told him, before blowing a chaste kiss to the headstone. “See you soon, Mrs. Rogers.”

Steve began to lead you away, and he couldn’t seem to scratch the smile from his lips. The two of you started walking back home, taking your sweet time. You were saying something—something about a nice lasagna you had frozen in the fridge—

But Steve could barely hear any of it. He couldn’t hold it back anymore. He had to tell you now.

“I love you,” he interrupted. The words died on your tongue and you regarded him curiously, as if he’d grown a second head. 

Apparently, there was a near manic look to his eye that prompted you to worriedly query, “Is something wrong, Steve—?”

Instead of answering, Steve stopped walking. He dropped down onto one knee, brandishing the ring box from his pocket, flicking it open. The realization broke across your features just a second later. Your eyes widened, and you reared back in shock.

And the words—the words just came tumbling out. Not at all what he’d scripted for months on end, but something entirely different. Something raw and unfiltered—purely from his heart. “I love you, more than I can ever put into words. You’re just—amazing, perfect in every goddamn way. I don’t want to go another day without calling you mine. I want to be yours, honey. All of me, every single bit of me, with all of you. It’s been an honor being your boyfriend. Really, it has, but I’m… I’m ready to be your husband, if you’ll have me. Will you marry me?”

There were tears pricking the corners of your eyes. You were only but a streak of color before you were yanking him forward, practically burying his face against your chest. He didn’t care that there was a rock digging into his knee. Barely even felt it. 

The next moment, you were pulling away to yank him back up, kissing him like he was the very air you needed to breathe. 

“Is that a yes?” he asked against your lips, slightly muffled. He was smiling, because he already knew your answer.

You nodded into the kiss, refusing to pull away. “I’d marry you a million times over, Steve. Again and again and again, until you get sick of me.”

“Could never get sick of you,” he whispered, forehead leaning over yours. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The two of you broke apart minutes later, reluctantly, though you had permanent smiles etched across your faces the entire way back home. The ring fit you perfectly.

When the news broke to the rest of the Avengers, they all erupted into an array of groans and cheers, and multiple wads of cash were passed around. Natasha sent the two of you a pleased wink. You two just landed her a combined total of a hundred bucks, but some secrets were simply better left unsaid.

[sleepingdeath-light]

his s/o sees him in his b.a.d.4 outfit hcs ; red velvet cookie

requested by ; living-toad (15/11/22)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; red velvet cookie

outline ; “Hey homie I was hoping you do a request of us reacting/seeing red velvet in his B.A.D outfit. Like we just see homie on stage and start gushing how absolutely amazing they look. Ngl I am getting gender envy homie looks fine af😳

Thx you for whenever you get to this! Hope you have an amazing day/night 💟”

note ; potentially a bit ooc as i haven’t written for red velvet in a while

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

despite outward appearances, red velvet cookie isn’t really the sort of person to ‘dress up’ or try and show himself off for anyone — hell, he still flounders and gets too flustered to properly respond to your attentions and flattery and you’re his partner for crying out loud!

so, needless to say, this whole b.a.d.4 thing is very out of his comfort zone and required a whole lot of convincing (mainly from his adoptive mother and yourself) to get him onboard at all — and even then he refused to show you what he looked like in full costume

at one point he even went so far as to have their self-appointed managed usher you out of the room when they were doing their initial full-costume choreography as a group

but all of that secrecy goes out of the window the moment the group step on stage and steal the show with ‘bad and dark’ — at which point you’re finally given the chance to see your partner in his full pop-punk get up

and, naturally, you fall in love all over again and are practically trembling with the effort it takes not to rush on stage and shower him with all of the love, attention, and praise you can

red velvet cookie, meanwhile, is trying his best not to look over to where he knows you’re located in the crowd — both because he’s anxious about your reaction and trying his best to hide it, and because he knows that the moment he catches sight of the person he loves with his whole being that he won’t be able to stop himself from softening up and losing the persona that he’d been assigned by pomegranate cookie for their band

he really can’t handle another lecture about ‘weaknesses’ and ‘having an image to uphold’ so soon after the last one…

but he can’t help himself for long and towards the conclusion of the song he finds his eyes straying fom the crowd in search of you — or at least where you were meant to be — and he finds himself flustered and endeared by what he sees

you’re there in your spot visibly giddy with excitement and animatedly gushing to the strangers around you — he’s only able to catch disjointed fragments but all of those ‘handsome’s and ‘that’s my boyfriend!’s and ‘so cool!’s is more than enough to brighten his cheeks and stroke his ego in a way that nearly makes him speechless

in fact it’s only the weight of the crowd’s expectations that keeps him from turning into a blushing, stammering mess and helps him to keep his ‘cool’ (though only barely)

and as b.a.d.4 make it to the end of their song, and up until the moment he’s completely out of sight of the crowd, his visible eye remains fixed on you as he commits that beaming expression of pride, love, and adoration to memory

… maybe he can convince their ‘manager’ to let him keep take outfit back home with him…

[slowlydifferentbluebird]

can I request Irene‘s reaction (or headcanons up to your pretty mind) when her s/o is rly shy and has a hard time opening up, even to her during the course of their relationship?🫣❤️

Red Velvet headcanon: Irene reacting to her shy S/O having an hard time opening up

Requests are open

Hello Anon! It's funny and wholesome at the same time that I am receiving so much Irene's requests, given that she's one of my ult bias. I hope you enjoy it ❤️

Red Velvet Irene X GN!Reader

Your relationship with Irene?

I would say that's pretty stable

You two are happy and the future looks bright

And yet why Irene feels like something is wrong?

I mean, you have always been shy

So it's normal for you to be much talkative

And she's okay with that because it's your nature

But these days you are even talking less than usual

At least before when you two were alone, you seemed to relax and talked with her comfortably

But now even those easy moments between you two seems to be vanished

She didn't want to pressure you

So she limited to observe and wait for your action

But over time things seems only to go even worse with you almost avoiding her

So, worried, she consulted her members and your friends

The answer was the same from every person

Talking to you was the key

Your friends, knowing you for a long time, added that probably something was bothering you but you were not telling her for some reason

So she studied a plan

She took you to dinner in your favorite restaurant

And after you two had a nice walk on the beach

The night had been great

So when you two returned home, you were visibly more relaxed

Once in bed she took you hands in hers

"Y/N, my love, I don't want you to tell me right now, because I know that's not easy for you, but, please, remember that I love you and I'm here for you, so if something is bothering you, just talk to me, I want to help you"

Her words moved you

Nobody before seemed to care so much for you

So it was natural for you be able to finally talk about your problems with her in the next days

And now your relationship with Irene is stronger than before

[snailpaste]

CROCODILE x GN! AFAB! READER

IN THE LOW LAMPLIGHT

Content: Gender Neutral Reader (no pronouns), AFAB! Reader (clit/cunt used, so potential dysphoria TW!), bottom reader, top Crocodile, cockwarming, office sex, lap sex, light overstimulation, dom/sub undertones, established relationship, NSFW 18+ MDNI

Synopsis: Cockwarming Crocodile in his office and reaping the rewards

Word Count: 1428

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You had no idea how long you’d been sitting like this for – sat in your lover's lap, bare front pressed against his clothed chest and face tucked into the crook of his neck, breathing in his comforting scent. Bergamot, cardamom, the sweet smoke of his cigars. You’d lost track of time like this, speared open on Crocodile’s thick, throbbing cock, lulled into a haze by the scribbles of his pen on paper and the rhythmic tics of the grandfather clock.

You let out a content sigh, stretching your back and subtly shifting your hips back onto the cock filling you up so good-

“Patience.” Crocodile’s gruff voice cut through the silence of his office, cold metal hook digging warningly into your hip.

Reluctantly settling back into his lap you wrap your arms around his muscled waist, easily slipping back into a state of mindlessness, knowing only the stretch of his member and the occasional soft kisses pressed to your temple.

Through your haze you watch the light from the large arched windows dim, the water growing darker and bananawani growing lazy outside as dawn came and went.

Lazily, you tilt your head to get a better look at your lover, the sharp contours of his face illuminated by the warm amber desk lamp, wavy strands falling in front of his eyes, brow pinched in concentration. He’d always scoff when you told him he was beautiful, but god if it wasn’t true.

Every now and then Crocodile grinds lazily up into your wet heat, groaning at the snug fit of your walls. He chuckles darkly at your mewls as he teases your rim with his hook, nipping at your ear– “Easy now, darling,” his breath hot against your neck, hand coming up to tug at your hair and expose the marked column of your neck, “You’re doing so well for me. Hang on a little while longer.”

Soon only the hanging mosaic lamps illuminated the room, casting soft shadows across the velvet drapes and tome-filled shelves that stretched towards the domed ceiling. And still, the only sound in the room came from the clock, and the scratches on -what had to be- the final sheets of paper.

Suddenly you feel cool metal run up the dip of your spine, ripping a whimper from your lips, your back arching and clit throbbing. Crocodile hums in appreciation, snapping the pen cap with a satisfying click. He was silent for a while, but you could feel his hungry gaze lingering over your naked form.

Crocodile’s eyes raked over you: legs spread over his thick thighs, cunt leaking and wetting his shirt, completely naked while his pants were open only enough to free his cock and heavy balls. He breathed deeply, huge hand coming up to the back of your head, tangling in your strands and easing back to look at you. And, oh, he had to bite back a moan, because he thought you looked divine looking up at him with flushed parted lips, and glassy blown eyes.

“God,” He breathes, suddenly a little too hot, opting to unbutton his shirt and shed the green cravat. You bite your lip at each inch of exposed muscle- something Crocodile doesn’t miss, smirking and soothing a thick finger over your lips, tapping for entrance– “Suck.”

Obediently, you wrap your mouth around the digit, curling your tongue and bobbing your head just the way he likes, and his hook digs deliciously into your hip in response. His throat bobs as you make eye contact, dragging your teeth teasingly and flicking against the tip.

“Fuck.” He growls. Pulling his spit-slicked fingers from your mouth with a wet pop, Crocodile reaches down and wipes them across your puffy cunt lips, relishing the way you jump and instinctively tighten. “So fucking beautiful.”

And finally, finally, he begins to grind lazily into your throbbing, aching hole.

“Croc-” you moan, voice hoarse and needy, rocking your hips in desperate need of “more!”

He grins softly, eyes darkening even more, “You need more? That so sweetheart?” Rings dig into your skin as he wraps a large hand around your waist, lifting you slowly up off his cock until only the tip remains nestled inside. “How ‘bout this then?” And slowly, achingly slow, he sinks you back down.

“I-” you gasp, the drag of his girth against your g-spot setting your nerves on fire, “Please~”

And how could he ever refuse you? Crocodile grunts, biting his lip and starting to bounce you on his cock. He fills you up with deep, slow strokes, watching your eyes flutter and jaw slacken as his blunt tip bullies into your g-spot.

A particularly harsh snap of his hips has you crying out, slick walls clenching tight and turning him feral. He starts fucking into you hard and fast and rough, gritting his teeth and groaning “Jesus fuck baby."

It was good. It was better than good. You could feel your orgasm coiling untouched, eyes rolling back each time his cock sunk deep inside. Your soft groans spurred Crocodile closer and closer to the edge, eyes flitting down to the ring of cream coating from the base of his cock and your puffy clit.

It was almost too much, everything becoming too sensitive as your stomachs tightened and tightened.

The sound of skin slapping skin and the squelch of lube filled the room, Crocodile bringing you into a sloppy kiss, all tongue and nipping teeth, hot and fast and taking as he groaned into your mouth.

He knows you’re close, fuck, he’s close, but he likes drawing things out, loves the way your walls flutter at his sinful voice.

“You gonna come for me, beautiful?” He murmurs, deep and smooth, and all you can do is babble desperate pleas, nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders and whining.

With each drag of his cock against your walls the coil in your groin winds tighter. You’re so close.

Crocodile laughs breathily, snapping his hips up into you hard and reaching down to rub circles against your aching clit. “Then cum,” He strokes once, twice, and oh. Oh fuck–

Your body snaps taught, eyes rolling closed as your orgasm washes over you with a wave of white. And Crocodile doesn’t stop, milking your orgasm and grinding against your g-spot as you shudder and gasp in his grip, slick dribbling down his length and balls.

“Close.” He groans, biting your neck.

You’re too fucked out to moan or whimper as he keeps thrusting into you, overstimulating your pulsing sex.

It was all too much for him: your walls squeezing and pulsing over his aching cock, the cracked moan of his name as you shudder through your orgasm, the lewd sound of squelching. With a deep, growling moan Crocodile threw his heap back, cumming, his cock throbbing in your tight slick walls and filling you with his hot release.

You whimper his name, tugging at his dark hair when he bites your neck, marking you as his. His hips still after giving a few soft thrusts, emptying himself entirely. You can feel each pulse of his hard cock, the wetness of his cum coating your walls.

Both of you pause, wrapped around each other, panting and trembling. The room is heavy with the smell of sex and sin, and cum dribbles down your thigh as his softening cock slips out.

“God.” With a tired groan Crocodile slumps in his seat, pulling you down against his chest, "God fuckin’ shit."

Crocodile forgoes his usual after-sex cigar in favour of whispering praise and drawing soothing patterns across your skin with his hook. His voice is breathless as he cards his fingers through your hair, “So good. So good for me. Mine.”

After a while he tilts your head back by the chin, smiling down softly, “You alright?”

His voice is calm and soothing. You nod and press a chaste kiss to his lips, drawing a hum of acknowledgement.

“Good,” he breathes against your lips before meeting yours in a soft, passionate kiss.

He presses his forehead against your own and gently picks you up, cradling you to his chest. His heart fluttering obnoxiously as you stifle a yawn into his chest and nuzzle his neck.

Picking it up from where it was draped over the desk, Crocodile wraps his warm, fleece-lined coat around your shoulders, carrying you to the pre-prepared bath, “You were perfect, my love.”

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So I forgot to post this version here as well as on AO3, so here you are. Queued up post that I shat out at night frantically lmao. Reblogs with tags and comments are always massively appreciated! Please let me know if anything here isn't tagged correctly