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spicyicetea · 4 months

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So I got the new Pokemon DLC for Christmas and I’m on a big Pokemon kick currently so I’m going to give a gift to my fellow Pokémon lovers. Now I’m more well known for Yandere work but I also do love doing more soft romantic stuff. It heals my traumatised self. So I’ve decided to go through all Pokémon games I’ve played and write romantic and yandere sfw+slight Nsfw headcannons for every character I personally like. [No DLC content because I haven’t played any of them yet]. If there are any characters I haven’t done that anyone wants, either comment or request and I can add it onto this post. Merry late Christmas!

As mentioned before, these posts will contain NSFW topics like violence and sexual references, so if you’re triggered by these topic please be careful. The reader in this is also a Fem reader, I can redo this post for a Masc or GN reader if wanted but I’m writing it as Fem currently is just easiest for me. I don’t describe appearance like skin colour or hair but I do write the Y/N with a curvy figure in mind (I can’t help myself, I love thick thighs IM SORRY-)

Kanto

Red

Ah the original silent protagonist. I love this man so much, even more after his cameo is Sun and Moon. I’m not sure what it is about him but he has this strange allure to him, although I doubt that’s a unique opinion on silent characters. Anyway, onto the headcannons.

This is almost a given with the silent types but I feel like he is an amazing listener, only ever nodding to show he’s still listening or giving small “mhms”

You’re probably the only one he comfortably talks to other than Blue.

In public he likes holding your hand, he often communicates through squeezing your hand or fiddling with your fingers.

Psychic boyfriend No.1

This man can just tell what you need, when you need it. Whether it’s comfort cuddles after a bad day of for period troubles.

Speaking of period troubles, this man not only will buy you whatever you need, he’ll wash the sheets, run you a bath and let you use him as a personal heater.

Yandere + NSFW

This man doesn’t open up to people easily yet you made him fall apart.

You made him stutter, drop things and slip up in battles when you cheered for him, he’s whipped.

You were the only woman that’s ever caught his attention and you aren’t leaving him anytime soon.

So get used to him possessively having a hand on you at all times, glaring daggers at any other person you pay attention to.

He’s a very private person so isn’t one to leave marks on you openly, but he does take great pleasure in leaving dark marks on your thighs.

Speaking of thighs… he’s a giver, do what you want with that.

Blue

Ah the smug bastard rival, and I promise you… he’s still insufferable, but in a loving way.

Bullies you playfully. A day doesn’t go by where he doesn’t mess up your hair and trip you up.

But he loves you truly.

You could not have asked for a more cuddly man, I didn’t expect to have this headcannon but I imagine this man is very eager to stay cuddled up to you as much as possible.

Although he talks a lot and loves it when you compliment him, I also think he’s a good listener, but like I’m a hype man way.

He’ll sit by the bathroom door while you’re in the bath letting you vent about anything you want just egging you on. “Wow she sounds like a bitch-“

A man who loves PDA, it’s his favourite way of staking his claim on your beautiful self.

Yandere + NSFW

Has dated his fair share of girls, but he wants you so bad.

He will fight for you, no matter what. This man will abuse whatever position he has to impress you. A relative of the professor’s, ex Champion, and a gym leader. He will do whatever he can to have you.

He is incredibly touchy, the moment other people aren’t looking, his hands are under your shirt. Nibbling your neck and kissing your earlobes. Actually he’d do that even with people watching,

Although he’d be mighty mad if someone watched your gorgeous body, he might even hurt someone.

Brock

This man is underrated.

The most loveable family man you’ll ever meet.

He loves to cook for you. Everyday. Please let this man make you breakfast in bed.

In fact no, he wants you to cook with him. All romantic. His chest to your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ears while you chop up vegetables.

If you get along with his siblings, he will propose to you on the spot.

Very openly affectionate, but never goes further than a hug in public… ok maybe you can get a kiss on the cheek.

Yandere + NSFW

This man has a breeding kink… you can’t change my mind.

He wants a nice big family and the idea of you, heavy and round with his baby. Not to mention how your… other assets will change.

Will happily suffocate in your tits, and if you’re pregnant, he will help relieve any discomfort you have.

If another man hurt you in any way, he’s going to go… missing. He’d break a man in half over his knee for you, and his Onix is very strong.

Lance

Am I the only one who would smash? Yes? No? Alrighty-

He’s always hits me as a someone who likes spending time with his lover in silence.

Not opposed to PDA but gets worried about his fans potentially harassing you, let’s you borrow his dragonite to escort you between towns.

Away from the public and just with his friends (elite four mainly) he loves to have you by his side, often whispering things about his day to you, information he only shares with you.

Also a man who is very hot, like he’s warm constantly, will be the best snuggler when it’s cold.

Yandere + NSFW

Originally I thought this man would be rather… vanilla but I feel like he’d be into wax play. I can’t explain it, but I can picture him loving to spill wax all over your tits.

For the more yandere side of things, he’s the strongest dragon trainer in Kanto. He will use his influence to make himself your only option, not that you’d realise, he’s not an idiot.

Giovanni

BARK BARK BARK GRRR MAFIA DADDY-

Your relationship is hidden very well from most people, you don’t get to villain status with a clean record and no enemies.

Despite that, you love a life of luxury baby.

He loves nothing more than to pamper you. His beautiful girl sat on his lap, with her hair all done up and nails all pretty. Now that’s the life.

Yandere + NSFW

I think he has great Yandere potential.

You sat comfortably on his lap in his office, his hands trailing comfortably under your skirt.

He loves watching you squirm as his fingers traces tight circles- well that’s all you get for now.

As I mentioned before, I believe he’d default to yandere to be honest.

He would not hesitate to kidnap but I like the idea that he’d try and woo you first. Dinner dates… wine… murdering his competitors.

Yeah, he’d be a yandere.

Johto

(I’m ashamed to admit I’ve never played these ones so I have no significant opinion on any of the characters)

Hoenn

Steven

This is just a crow in a human form, mr I love shiny rocks (me fr fr)

His love language is most definitely gift giving. Your shared house is littered with crystals and shiny things he’s found over his travels.

He loves to press kisses all over your fingers, buying you as many rings as possible for you and him to match. If he buys himself a new ring you’re getting one too.

Loves showing you off to the elite four, and begs that his dad approves. Not that he needs his approval but it’d be awkward if he didn’t.

Yandere + NSFW

Possessive as fuck.

You ain’t getting away from him easily. He will track you down as long as he needs to before you calm down and quit running away.

Loves pampering you once you behave though.

He kisses up your legs to your thighs, such passionate loving words followed by the mantra of “dirty girl” and “slut”

Maxie

Ok all the villains just radiate Yandere energy- so they’re all gonna be pure yandere + NSFW warning

This man doesn’t have it in him to kidnap someone… oh wait that’s a lie.

When he met you that all changed

He needs you, he would hurt anyone to get you to himself.

He’d leave dark bites on your neck, massaging your hips to tangle you together.

Another man I think would be into wax play, also a corruption kink. (No I won’t elaborate)

Archie

Big brute of a man… he’s going to make you beg for his mercy.

He loves holding you in his lap, cradling you delicately while he peppers kisses along your neck.

Will bite you, this man is a shark and will leave slightly bloody bite marks all over your body.

This man eats pussy for breakfast, you will never not cum first, a truly good man.

He is far more eager to kill a man to prove his love for you than he should be.

Sinnoh

I’ll be honest I tried to but I’m tired and I’m just going to be writing Yandere and NSFW headcannons. I’m sorry people-

Barry

This boy is so happy to finally have met someone who loves him… you’re not allowed to leave, he’ll cry.

For some reason I see this mans as wanting a family… he wants to be a more present father than his own.

Not one to leave marks on you but will beg you to stay home so he can cuddle and pamper you all day.

When he eventually takes over the battle frontier (he so would you can’t tell em otherwise) he will use that position to “protect you”.

Cyrus

Ah yes, the cold emotionless man who falls for a sweet woman and kills all competition… I approve!

PDA? Who is that? The most you’ll get from him is his hand on your shoulder moment before he orders team galactic to handle someone who was making moves on you.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. You’re the only woman he could ever love.

He lays awkwardly in bed but melts when your head rests on his chest, that was when the yandere switch flipped and he locked you in his apartment.

At least the man lays some good pipe, also this man has a bondage kink cause I said so.

Unova

Elesa

You think that the world won’t notice the famous model and gym leader with a girl on her arm. You’re going to end up centre of the Unova news for the next month.

She loves this though, now everyone knows you belong to her, and anyone who ignores that will just get zapped.

Prepare to share clothes, and prepare for her to watch you undress, she can’t help herself.

The woman loves to zap you, just lightly though, you’ll live… and probably cum.

Emmett + Ingo

Yes you get both, these two are a package deal ok?

Now… prepare to never leave their sight.

They want you at every battle, cheering them on, cuddling with the Joltiks or napping in their office using their coats as blankets.

Now… ok these two are kinky. They just are-

Ingo is 100% a family man, big breeding kink.

I think Emmett is more, adventurous, bondage and impact play seems right in my opinion.

Love to… “threaten” to throw people on the tracks when they flirt with you.

Aww what a sweet little thing, come and give me a hug- now time to hide you away where no one can ever see you again!

Honestly, he probably fell for you after seeing your relationship with your Pokemon. Almost every Pokemon you see likes you.

He’s very possessive over you. It’s no secret that he was raised in an incredibly unhealthy way, so he can’t exactly discern between inappropriate and appropriate behaviour in pursuing his courtship with you.

Now onto more NSFW art themes, he 100% praises you constantly and makes sure you’re tended to first. Often ends up super pent up because he wants to take care of you but sometimes go so far and overstimulates you. Don’t worry, the aftercare is amazing though.

Ghetsis

. . . Bastard

I’m only including this mother fucker because he’s so evil he’d be one of the most extreme Yanderes out of all of them. And because if still smash because I’m sinful-

The moment he sees you and falls for you, you can bet you’re getting kidnapped, sorry you just are.

I would bet money that he is the most possessive out of all of them but, and hear me out, would also be kinda attentive?

I can totally picture him being cold and accidentally upsetting you only to spend the rest of the next day showering you on gifts.

You’d also be seen as a god to the rest of team plasma, so enjoy being worshipped.

Oh and NSFW… spanking, degrading and tying you up, enjoy

Colress

Ah yes, my adorable scientist that I think is a kinky motherfucker-

He would make a collar to track you when you leave his side, he isn’t too keen on the idea of locking you insider after all.

Wouldn’t kidnap you but would murder the competitors.

Anyway onto the kinks I think would suit him…

He’d 100% make different types of vibrators so he can cuff you to the bed and watch you squirm. Considered making you a ball gag but he gets off on your moans, that does mean he ends up edging you before fucking you himself.

Kalos

Lysandre

Sugar daddy

I could leave that like that but fine fine I’ll feed you horny bastards.

He parades you around more than any of the others, always making sure you’re wearing the finest clothes. Usually also wearing his jacket, he can’t stand gawkers staring. Admiring your beauty he can handle, but staring at his woman is punishable by a flamethrower.

You live the luxury life. Fancy bath soaps and massages. Cafe trips daily so he can make sure you’re eating well. Sex in the back of his car in secluded car parks when you’ve been misbehaving at dinner.

He’s a rough lover but amazing with aftercare, so there’s that.

Alola

Nanu

Dilf energy… and I’m hungry for it I’ll be honest.

So tired, but you give him energy. Energy to do crime to keep you to himself but still energy. But hey why argue, you get to cuddle his cats all day.

Also, if you’re a trainer that has cat Pokemon… he’d probably marry you. Proposal on sight. Already on one knee.

He isn’t very openly affectionate but as long as no one is around he’ll always have an arm around your waist. You’re well protected.

Another man that I believe would make sure you cum first every time. Just make sure you have a warm bath after for your back, he hits me as a rough lover.

Guzma

Oh you poor girl… not because he’s going to treat you bad but he’s obsessed.

You’re probably kidnapped by team skull but you had no idea it was a kidnapping, it was more of a scooby-doo chase.

Yeah you now have like 50 babies to care for but don’t worry, big sis Plumeria and your new husband will help you. What you don’t remember getting married? Oh silly, you belonged to him the moment your eyes met.

He’s very inexperienced with relationships so give him a little time to learn. He’s a fast learner in bed so he won’t leave you unsatisfied. Will pamper you anyway he can.

Oh and have mercy on this man… don’t wear his clothes, he can’t handle it.

Hisui

Volo

Little shit… he’s going to try and use anything he can to claim you.

Whether that be advances in front of people to scare them off and stake his claim over you.

He does have a decently good reputation so no one would expect him to be dangerous, so you’re kinda fucked, Cyllene would protect you if she needed to though.

He talks down to you all the time, you’re not his equal, you are his property in his eyes.

Adaman

This man is smitten. No more smooth and confident Adaman, this man is a stuttering mess.

He wants to marry you so badly, please let this man marry you… and then put a baby in you but marriage first.

This man gives you jewellery, clothes, helps you befriend Pokémon or catch them depending on which method you prefer.

Cuddler, he will snuggle and cuddle as long as you want, so what he has duties? His pretty little wife wants his attention and you will get it.

Irida

Had noooo idea how to handle her feelings. Probably started as a childish crush at first but it developed into something much more.

She wants to spend the rest of her life with you by her side.

Glares at everyone who speaks to you, even people from her clan. She’s very jealous very easily.

But she loves you, and will let you spend unsupervised time with some people she trusts… only her Wardens, although she doesn’t trust Ingo as much as she doesn’t know him as well, not with you at least.

Warden Ingo

Dilf energy again

His memory may be strange and shaky but he remembers how to treat a woman he loves. Remembers things Elesa told him and Emmet, although to him it’s more echos of voices he thinks he knows.

He loves cuddling up to you while watching the newly hatched sneasels learn how to live. Although this does awaken a want for family he forgot he had.

He isn’t the most trusting person, but he is a good judge of character… and has gotten into a fistfight with Volo when he hit on you. Blood was drawn.

He throws a good punch, but would never hurt you, he adores you, you make him feel good in a familiar way.

Anyway you freaks want NSFW- this man lives up in the mountains, them rough hands can do wonders. And he loves making you feel good, people pleaser but only for you.

Paldea

Arven

Aw what a sweet boy, who will strangle anyone who tries to take you from him.

This boy lost both his parents and nearly lost his best friend/dog… he is terrified he’ll lose you too.

He cooks he cleans and then makes sure to rub your back and give you love so you’ll love him back

Please give this boy some affection or the boys around you will pay the price of you don’t.

Professor Sada

Mommy?

This woman is feral, not only did she basically throw you over her shoulder when she met you but you never don’t have bite marks all over your skin. It’s her way of telling everyone your hers.

I feel she’d give more freedom than Turo, only if Robo Sada was with you for safety… and to break the arms of whoever looked at you the way she did.

Also this woman is a mosterous pussy devouring fiend, don’t argue, you know I’m right.

Professor Turo

Oh daddy Turo- criminally underrated daddy let alone Yandere daddy.

I feel like Turo most definitely would have kept you locked down in his lab with him, convincing you that you help him with his research. I mean… he isn’t wrong, you motivate him to keep going.

However girl has needs and he often get consumed by his work. It wasn’t until he caught you handling problems yourself on your shared bed that he decided robo Turo should take over his research a little bit more.

It’d be a shame if you fell in love with a toy he so kindly made for you than him himself.

Larry

Ah my favourite ordinary business man… I’m so normal about him.

He is very normal about you too, except the fact that he has pocketed any handkerchief you’ve used while eating with him.

Oh and many dates that are just trying new food, oh and bird watching.

Again, call me weird but I think this man wants a family, total breeding kink.

Also I feel like he likes a rather feminine woman, not in the frilly skirt way but in the way of “I don’t N E E D a man but I like you”. You like him, right?

Rika

M m mommy?

Dominatrix… owns a whip… bondage. ANYWAY-

Not above using their position as elite four to scare off competition and keeping you in line.

Oh don’t cry, you won’t escape anyways.

She only uses PDA to send a message to other women or men, “hands off”

Jacq

Teach me about biology bb-

ANYWAY… loves to discover new Pokémon with you.

Will happily teach you about your favourite Pokémon for your attention.

Please don’t look away, he’ll have a breakdown.

Miriam

Ah cute little nurse… she has access to so many dangerous drugs.

She will scream and cry if you choose someone else, don’t do it, she’s an ugly cryer.

She loves to give you “check ups” when no one is looking.

On a side note, don’t you know that orgasms are good for your health? You didn’t? Oh silly let Miriam help you out, her fingers can work wonders.

THIS TOOK FOREVER…

But it was worth it enjoy animals. I want to get more serious with Pokemon x reader writing so I hope some people enjoy this… I’m never doing this big of a post again… this was meant to be a Christmas post- way to many bloody tags to add :,)

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malereadermaniac · 2 months

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Pokéboys and their dicks + extra - male reader intended

MDNI! FDNI! Characters: Blue, Red, Morty, Brawly, Norman, Adaman, Volkner, Marlon, Kukui, Raihan + bonus charas (- All characters aged up!) Kink warnings:pubic hair, marking and hickeys, scent kinks (INCLUDING MUSK AND SWEAT!!), armpits, feet, body worship, public, size diff

Blue

Blue's quite slim, so his dick is loooong

Solid 8 inches, but not very thick

Uncut, with a few veins

He loves when you play with his foreskin using your tongue

He's got a bit of a bush, not too wild but enough to stuff your nose when Blue pushes you down on his whole dick

Blue's balls aren't massive, but they sag just the right amount

His dick matches his attitude, he acts big so his dick is big

His attitude can switch up in the bedroom though

Blue can go from a cocky bastard to whimpering into your ear, acting like he needs your body, your kisses to live

But when his attitude is carried into the bedroom, you two go on for a while, Blue won't stop until your ass is imprinted with the shape if his cock

He also loves to kiss you all over, and Blue fucking loves it when you kiss and lick him everywhere

Especially his muscles

His ego gets a massive boost when you call him strong or manly while kissing his strong arms or abs

Red

Red's quite average

Around 5-6 inches, but he's very girthy

Fucking hell he fills you up so good

Red likes to keep his hair down there tidy, so he only has a very thin bush if you can even call it that

His balls as tight but big, makes sense because Red cums a LOT

Red covers you in cum every time the two of you fuck, you love it tho, especially after blowing him

And Red fucking loves to watch you choke and play with his copious amounts of cum on your face and in your mouth

You'd look gross to anyone else but to Red you couldn't look any hotter

He's quiet during sex for sure, like always

But it just let's you hear his primal noises that me makes while he fucks you hard

You can just hear heavy breathing and grunts into your ear while Red listens to your sexy moans

It's a win-win situation

Morty

Morty is massive

His dick suits his build as well, having a sleeper build you wouldn't expect his dick to be huge

He must of used some ghost voodoo to get that fucking huge

He's easily 10 inches, but he isn't crazy thick, so your not getting slowly killed with each of morty's thrusts but you are getting fucked within an inch if death for sure

His dick isn't very veiny, just one or two, but his tip is suuuper sensitive

Morty loves it when you focus on his dickhead, and he precums so much it's almost funny

His balls sag a lot, so he likes it when you cup them and play with them when you blow him

He's also wild with his public hair, it tufts out of his saggy bottoms all of the time

And it smells so musky whenever you blow him

Morty also fucking LOVES marking you and giving you hickeys when you fuck

In the most obvious places but also in private places that feel good for you in the moment

He likes to see how deep he can make the shade of purple before you whine in pain and pleasure

Bite marks all over your shoulders and thighs

And in turn you scratch his back until you almost draw blood, which turns Morty on soooo much

Brawly

He's quite average, just under 6 inches and a normal thickness

But Brawly doesn't care if he doesn't have the biggest dick ever, he REALLY makes it work

Since he's always working out in some way, Brawly's balls are always super saggy, and he's always sweaty in the best way

He has a big thing for smells and you smelling him

His public hair is out of control, as well as his armpits, he loves to push your head against his hairy regions and have you bath in his musk

He smells so manly it turns the both of you on

Brawly also has a thing for his feet, he likes to have then out as much as he can

He always suggests you lick and worship them, and on special occasions you do and he cums so quick

All of his body smells manly in such a good way, from top to bottom

Norman

His dick is above average, solid 7 inches

He's quite thick too, makes sense for his muscular build

His balls are slightly saggy and hairy

His whole body is covered in thin black hair, very manly

His pubes are quite well trimmed, kept in a nice shape and thin

Norman loves to hear you gag on his dick, and he likes to his pubes stick to the side of your mouth while he fucks your face

Rimming is a huge thing for Norman too

He likes to get up in your whole and make it his

His tongue is so thick as well, and so wet and warm

Norman basically fucks you with his tongue and enjoys the sounds you make while he tastes you

He also fucking lives blowing you, your dick smaller than his in comparison, he likes to smell your dick and engulf it in his mouth

Norman listens to your whines and out if control moans while he slobbers all over your dick

Somehow managing to take your whole dick AND your ball in his mouth

It feels so incredible, especially when he rims you, then moves to blowing you while fingering your now loose and wet hole

Norman also fucks like a mad man, like a dog in heat

His dick pounding your prostate, forcing your tongue out of your mouth while you slober on his pillows

Adaman

This man is big

Not massive

But very much enough to go above and beyond

He's of course uncut (doubt they did circumcisions back then)

His foreskin isn't tight at all but it's soo long

Also, he obviously doesn't shave, so he's a monster all over

Adaman's body hair is wild, his armpits are bushy, his arms and legs are naturally littered with thin blue hairs and his pubes are a fucking forest

His balls are always saggy and hang loose under his garments since Adaman is almost always commando

His dick is also quite thick, enough to make you scream his name

Which Adaman loves

He's got quite the thing for public sex

There weren't any laws against that, so he's used to having a small audience from time to time

And he loves to have others hear how he makes you sound

His dick also REEKS of his musk, and it intoxicates you every time you blow him

He loves to watch as you smell him like he's some drug, his dick always boiling hot and moist with his sweat and smell

It fucks you up so good

Volkner

His dick is just over 5 inches

His balls are tight, and no matter how much he tries to maintain his pubes they always get out of hand

Volkner is cut and his dick is veinless, but that doesn't mean he isn't sensitive as HELL

You're the light of his life, since he's almost depresses, you make his life better

In a normal and in a sexual way

Volkner can only get it up for you, which turns you on so much

And don't let the fact that his dick is below average, or that he's sensitive fool you

This man is a Dom all the way!

He praises you when you blow him and orders you to strip at any given moment

His hands are rough and you have plenty of marks from his spankings

His muscular build really helps as well

He let's you grab onto his built arms to ground yourself while you cum

And he likes to watch you lick your cum off of his abs afterwards

Everything this man does sexually had a dom undertone

Marlon

Pretty average dick, solid 6 inches

7 on a good day

Marlon's curtains very much do match the drapes, his pubes are also shaped similarly to his hair

His dick isn't tanned, so it's quite funny to see how his tan cuts off and his dick is shinning white and pinkish

But fuck is his tan soo hot, his tan lines so erotic

Marlon's balls are always tight too, being in water constantly really not helping him there

His dick is smooth with few veins, and Marlon is sensitive all over

Not just on his dick but his whole body

This man whines and whimperd when you kiss him all over

It's so hot, especially when your riding him and Marlon is whimpering in your ear

Your name all he can say

Kukui

Fucking hell this man is massive

Kukui is a solid 10 inches and fucking thick too

His dick is dark and veiny, both your hands can't fully cover it

It suits his huge body too, his muscles absolutely out of this world

Which really sets Kukui up nicely for his thing for body worship

He adores it when you worship his Greek god of a body

He flexes all his muscles, arms behind his head while you lick, kiss, smell and praise your boyfriend's body

He call you names from time to time which turns you on more while worshiping his body

He likes to sit you on his lap, his huge thighs holding you up while his rough, big hands roam your body

And holy fuck Kukui loves to fuck you in positions in which he can he his dick force your belly to bulge

His massive cock making a slight bump in your stomach while he ravages you

The view turning him on more and boosting his ego

Kukui pushes on the bump, making you writhe in pleasure and moan loudly

The sight is one that he'll remember forever, Kukui lives his massive cock and so do you

Raihan

He's just above average, a good 7 inches

Uncut and veiny with loooooose foreskin

Raihan fucking loves it when you lick his veins and under his foreskin

He's a cocky cunt with a huge ego, and that translates very well for sex with this guy

Raihans super into worship and praise

He loves to fuck after matches he's won, in the locker rooms, making you lick him clean and smell his "manly, winning scent"

He pushes you onto the ground and steps on your face and dick with his bare, dirty, sweaty feet and laughs as you whine and moan and lick

Raihan also fucking loves to make out

His tongue toys with yours and forces whines out of your mouth that make his dick twitch

His balls as always saggy, he likes to make you lick them and smell them, placing them in your face and telling you to worship his manly musk

His pubes are never cut, he loves to watch you struggle to breath with them stuffing your nose and likes to see them stuck to the side of your mouth as you swallow his cum

Raihan fucks you so rough and hard, making you worship his body while he fucks you

But he isn't horrible, he praises you a lot and worships your body as well

Running his hands over your body and calling you beautiful while he re-arranges your guts

He calls you pretty, lifts your arms and smells you all over, he likes to make you his

Your smell is his, your body, your voice

He fucks you like a rag-doll that only belongs to him

Short Bonuses:

Gladion (aged up!!!!!!!!)

Below average, poor guy is barely 5 inches

But he makes up for it by being good with his hands and tongue

Quite a lot of public hair, slightly darker than his blonde hair

Leon

He's just a bit bigger than raihan (so fucking massive)

He's thick and veiny, and loves to bottom out inside you, watching you squirm and writhe in pain that slowly turns to pleasure

Guiding you through it with sweet words and praise

Milo

Only around 6 inches, but fucking hell is this man thick

He apologises so much, but he needs to be inside you

He watches tears fall from your eyes from the pain and says sorry over and over but his hips keep pounding into you

His dad body crushes you while he fucks you senseless

Jacques

Very average, 6 inches

He's uncut with a loose foreskin and saggy balls

His pubes are out of control and he rarely showers

So he smells so fucking musky and manly

His dick tastes so good you can never get enough

And he's so shy about it, he apologises and blushes like a little sub when you blow his dick and swallow his cum

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So werewolf!Red, huh?

∾ 【 Rouge Anon 】

Big Red Wolfie boy! Give him head pats and scratches

Werewolf!RedxGn!reader hcs

+wereMountainLion!Blue

Life on Mount silver

You live secludedly at the Foothills of Mount Silver. Not all of the mountain is covered in snow. There are beautiful fields of green where the snow melts, giving the plants water and nutrients to thrive. Fertile soil falling from the mountaintop's water eroding the ragged rock into soft, leveled soil perfect for your little cottage and the food you grow to sustain you and your Little livestock animals. You make the wheat and veggies and too delicious bread and home-cooked meals, and the leftover seeds go to your hungry chickens. Your compost bin is filled with nutritious rotting food for the worms you use as bait for to catch fish in the rivers nearby.

Discussing and screams of your chickens had an alarmed you. Abandoning your breakfast you had been cooking on the stove You rush outside your cabin. With a shovel in hand you were prepared for the last time that pesky fox will try to sneak into your chicken pen! When as you get closer do your coop you've noticed the chicken wire you place to keep the natural predators out we're torn and ripped open and your poor little sweet chickens home giant hole in it One thing was for certain. A fox did not do this. Gripping your shovel and standing your ground you sneak around to get a better look at the hole. The creature who made the damage was still there!

A big beast the size of a man perhaps even bigger black fur large ears a snout with razor knife like fangs. Has your chickens seemingly unharmed coward in the corner The beast in front of them laid motionless it's breathing shallow as it laid unconscious. It's black fur soaked in a red as it pooled onto the wooden floor it's formatted with scratches all over its body as if getting out of a huge fight.

Now, seeing as this thing was damaged and beat up. It broke into your chicken coop, yes, but it did not do any harm. You were fair but not a monster. Even so, you couldn't kill the thing even if you tried. You hated to do this, but your last resort was calling animal control or some kind of service that takes care of these kinds of giant beasts. You rush inside to grab your phone, and when you return, the beast is no more, something that puzzles you more. A half-naked man now lay where the beast was.

Confused and rightfully kind of scared, You still helped the man over your shoulders, blood staining your clothes as you carried the man into your house. Now, you were no doctor, but you knew how to do basic first aid, wrapping up his wounds and soaking the bandages in rubbing alcohol before laying him down in your bedroom; your guest room has been occupied with storage at the moment since you were not expecting a visitor. With your breakfast now ruined... You start to work making soup packed full of soft vegetables and nutrients. He woke up upon smelling the delicious dish you were making.

You didn't hear him You didn't see him when you turned around you jumped the man you helped was right there brown eyes staring down at you never realized how tall he was standing there silently. You held a bowl of soup in your hand wanting to give it to him in bed but.... "I-i found you laying in my chicken coop You were hurt but... I see your better now? I made this for you?"You held the ball of soup up to him You heard him hum as he takes it wincing in pain as he holds the bull gently in his hands He forgotes the spoon drinking it straight from the bowl He lets out a growl shaking his head. "It's hot it's, be careful" You speak softly. The Man let's add a home in return blowing on the soup before drinking again.

He was too hurt to go back to where he once was, wherever he was from, so he stayed with you for a while. He did not talk much, really at all. He only told you his name every now and then, making sounds. You've learned very quickly to know what he meant. You've learned that the giant beast you saw in your chicken coop was him when you finally cleared out to the guest room for him to use somehow; when you woke up, you noticed a giant beast wrapping its arms around you, holding you close. When Red tried to call you down as you were yelling and freaking out, he changed into his human form... Realizing that Werecreatures are real was a hard pill to swallow.

Even when you said goodbye to him, Red was a frequent visitor. You don't even know how to get in. You don't remember giving him a key. You would come back from hiking or guarding in your backyard to see a giant wolf sprawled on your carpet, his tail swishing from side to side beside your fireplace, cold to the touch, and his fur dotted with snow.

Red wasn't very affectionate. He would always be in the same room very close to you, but physical affection was foreign to him. All he would do was lean against you or touch you in some way, and that was enough for him. But you did notice that even when his face would stay blank, his tail would make slight movements. He was a dog, after all, less of a wolf and more of a golden retriever, even with his scary face. And Red happily lets you play with his ears, tail, and fur.

Red came over a lot, It was nice to have a visitor. And red light that he could sleep in an actual bed instead of wherever he could find on Mount silver. Every time he would come over unannounced or announced by a knock on the door It was almost as if you read his mind having extra dinner prepared or the guest room prepared for his stay. And when he would come over with cuts and scratches from tussling with a big animal you would be there to patch his wounds.

It was obvious that Red was protective over you Even when you're out hiking around Mount silver or trying to find natural herbs spices Red watched you from afar. But he didn't notice that other eyes were on you a mountain lion it's claws gripping The Rock it was hiding behind it's paws and thumbs flexing its claws aching to feel flesh around them. The big creature leaped tackling you to the ground. It's tail whipping around You were terrified too terrified to scream You only saw a blur of black and red tackling the mountain lion off you. The two of them tumbled it looked less like a fight to the death and more of play fighting. Red quickly overpowered the lion has it laid out of breath and exhausted on the ground You saw it change its shape to a more human form "so this is what you've been hiding from me?" The human panted giving red a smirk "Buddy how could ya? thought I was closer to you than that!" You flinched one the man stepped closer to you. "Names Blue. Sorry about all that, just felt like play'n. Cuz I'm a big cat and all."He seemed so nonchalant giving you a cheeky smile. "Seems like you already met Red. He don't talk a lot so he doesn't make friends easily so how the hell did he get a pretty human like you huh?" Red still in his wolf form slapped Blue across the head when he called you pretty. "What I can't call your little secret pretty?"

You are patching up blue is wounds later glaring at Red for biting him.

Now you have two giant were animals showing up on announced You didn't know taking in a man would lead to you waking up with a giant were cat pawing at you for food in the middle of the night or him on top of your roof laying in the sun. And Red inside your house laying as usual spot near the fire or in your garden watching your chickens.

#ro.chatting #pokemon #pokémon x reader #pokemon x reader #pokémon trainer red #trainer red #red x reader #blue x reader #gym leader blue #pokemon sun and pokemon moon #werewolf x reader

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supercap2319 · 3 months

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"You do realize that the only reason why I'm traveling with you jerkoffs is because Professor Oak hurt himself, right?" Y/N faked smiled as he waved to all the people wishing him and his traveling companions. He was broadening a ship to the Paldea region to explore the Area Zero with the President's son, Alexander Claremont Diaz. And Prince Henry of Wales.

"Yes, well, this isn't my idea of a proper time. I was under the impression that I would be traveling alone." Henry said.

"Too bad you're not, your majesty." Alex said.

"Actually, it's "Your Royal Highness. "Your Majesty" is reserved for the king." Henry said.

"Oh, thank you for the etiquette lesson." Y/N said.

"You both are in desperate need of one." Henry pokes them both in the chest.

"You know what? You smug and entitled little rich—"

"Everything alright here, boys." Zahra asked.

"Just fine, Zahra. Just talking about all the incredible things we'll see in the Area Zero." Alex lied.

"I see. I hope you three behave better than your Pokémon. There's a fight in the training area between Sprigatito, Quaxly, and Fuecoco."

"What?!"

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #taylor zakhar perez #nicholas galitzine #alex x henry #Alex x Henry x male reader #prince of wales #The first son #rwrb #red white and royal blue #pokemon

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avocadotoasting · 7 months

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Blue Oak x Chubby!Fem!Reader | 9.2k | NSFW

Synopsis: It's too much trouble to cancel the perfect honeymoon when it's so close, even though your groom got cold feet. So you go to Alola anyway, numb and heartbroken. Unlucky for you, a rather passionate, nosy, and chatty stranger interrupts your plans, and you allow him to--if he can see through a wager.

CW: Alcohol Use

Note: This is written with the author's headcanon/speculation in mind that Blue is a young adult in the Alola Pokemon games (S/M, US/UM.)

NSFW Tags under the cut.

NSFW Tags: Cunnilingus, Squirting, Domesticity Kink, Breeding Kink Implied.

⋆ ʜᴏɴᴇʏᴍᴏᴏɴ ʙʟᴜᴇꜱ ⋆

“Holdin’ this chair for anyone?”

It was inevitable someone, sooner or later, interrupted your poolside appointment with meditation. Your generously boozy mai tai gently cradled you to a comfortable sleep under the Alola sun as your equally comforting lounge chair kept you company on your first full day at the Hano Grand Resort, as you flew in sometime yesterday afternoon. You felt yourself sigh involuntarily at being woken up from a peaceful, dreamless nap to stir awake. A silhouette blocked the sun before you could even reach a hand up to shield your eyes from the cloudless summer day. A silhouette indeed—Tall-ish. Male. Still too bright behind him to gather more information.

“Which chair?” you mustered out with a tired, hoarse voice. You noticed the silhouette gesture vaguely to his right. Your left.

Not that it mattered.

“This one,” he answered, “Would you rather me take the other one? I’m cool with that.”

You gave a nonchalant wave before you could reach for your half-full, sun-warmed mai tai.

“Doesn’t make a difference. Take them both if you need.”

He scoffed, sitting on the original chair offered to your left. You didn’t bother to look. Men have only proven to be a waste of your time lately. What good would looking do to save a canceled honeymoon? A canceled wedding?

It did flare a grating, irate sensation in the pit of your stomach to have your much-needed alone time interrupted so suddenly.

“No difference, huh?”

You rolled your eyes at his rather smarmy response. If he was going to bother your sacred pool time, you may find yourself opting for the overpriced cabana after all.

“Aren’t you taking the chair?” you asked.

“Nah. Yeah. Yes and no. I’m sitting here.”

“Nowhere else to sit?” you pried further, disapproval making itself known in your voice.

“More families are coming out to the poolside and bein’ annoying. Kinda wanna drink in peace and take a seat next to another adult before I’m stuck next to a crying baby or something.”

“You could try someone else.”

You heard him scoff again.

“Thought it didn’t make a difference.”

“It doesn’t.”

“You’re sure not acting that way.”

His insistence on being a bother was enough to force you to spare him a glance, and you suddenly wished you hadn’t. A tall-ish glass of water laid beside you–the very last sort of thing you wanted to see–fluffed and styled hair with an attitude that matched his tone, big, brown eyes half-lidded from the heavy, warm rush given to him by the iced drink in his hand—you realized you were faced with a small challenge. The permanent smirk on his lips was a blind spot for the first round of your avoidance of all temptations.

Perhaps confrontation was the better option for the likes of him, charming brown eyes and all.

“It doesn’t,” you repeated with finality, meeting his gaze in return.

He took a calculated sip of his drink, his eyebrow piqued in more interest than you noticed (or wanted to notice) before. You suddenly became aware of how much of yourself was exposed in your darling little two piece, how much of yourself may be spilling out where the strings held your generous curves tightest, and how much of you the prying man to your left drank in per moment. He looked mischievous, as if he always knew more than everyone else around, but you weren’t in the mood to fold for even his games. Additionally, he looked familiar, but vaguely so–you weren’t the most in tune with the prestigious battle scene, but it wasn’t uncommon for high-tier trainers to make it to Alola.

You turned back to ring the side button of your chair to call the cocktail waiter. It was time for your refill. After seeing your Rotom phone light up to confirm your second order, you were left to be held conversational hostage with the man beside you.

“You’re single.”

His voice, ever a sharpened knife against rigid silence, cut through the air without mercy.

“I beg your pardon?” you asked, not even sparing him a glance before laying back to close your eyes.

“You’re too stand-offish to be married,” he commented further.

With full offense laid bare on your features, you shot him a glare. He remained impish behind his glass.

“Can you leave me alone?” you demanded. He set his glass down.

“Just making conversation.”

“Most people ask about the weather, or their jobs,” you ranted, “or anything else. What–are you drunk? Or just really annoying?”

You finally got a change of expression out of him–eyebrows raised in surprise at you baring your teeth. He silently reached for his drink once more to take a sip, either to soothe or for courage, but he wasn’t backing away yet. If you weren’t so comfortable in your chair and waiting for your second cocktail to be delivered, you’d have moved already.

“Doesn’t make a difference,” he finally spoke, “this chair, that chair, drunk or annoying–maybe I’m both. Sure not drunk enough, if you ask me.”

His odd self-deprecation got a hefty sneer out of you.

“You must be single too, then.”

“And how’d you surmise that?”

“I can’t imagine anyone willing to deal with this. With you.”

A grin returned to his face–charming, lopsided, dimpled only on one side–it filled you with rage.

“Anyone, huh? You’re still here.”

You flashed your Rotom phone screen to him in retaliation. No way you’d let his pride win.

“I’m waiting for my drink. They’re supposed to bring it to my chair.”

“I knew it. Single. Nobody’s bringin’ your drinks out for you.”

“You’re quite stuck on that.”

“Well, maybe I sat here for more than one reason.”

An exasperated sigh left the back of your throat. He was merciless. It wasn’t often you warranted attention (wanted or not) from anyone in this sort of nature, especially not in the physical likes of him, so interactions of this sort left you wary at the minimum. Considering your last year, you were all the more hostile toward men in particular. All you knew was they could suck you and your darling Pokémon in, absorb all of your life and time until there was nothing left, and leave you with nothing left once they’re bored. Savings account botched, Pokémon missing, and an entire wedding to call quits.

In all fairness to your friends and family, nobody saw it coming. Yet, you still felt stupid for allowing yourself to love so blindly. You felt too stupid to feel deserving of grieving. You felt stupid for trying to ignore how even in the last two years where affection used to be, there was dissonance and distance. He didn’t touch you anymore. He didn’t greet you when you came home anymore.

Begging him to propose to you was stupid. You were the stupid one.

Stupid like the man you were forced to entertain at this very moment.

“So why are you here alone then? Nobody can bear to be around you?” you asked with an accusatory tone. He could only laugh, a melodic, sharp, bitter sound–like being too close to an amplifier boasting an electric guitar solo.

“Just about,” he answered nonchalantly, “came with my friends for the Battle Tree on Poni Island. They’re not really big talkers.”

“You could learn from them.”

“Everyone seems to say that.”

You felt an involuntary laugh escape you, but you cut yourself off before you could give him any further gratification.

“So they’re staying with you?”

“Pssh, hell no. They’re weirdos. They like to rough it and do campsites or whatever. Not me–if I make the money to stay at a five-star resort in Alola, that’s what I’m gonna do. The hell do I look like, a fucking bonehead?”

“Well–”

“Don’t answer that.”

After he alleviated you of his rather offensive onslaught and allowed himself to personably chat, you found his loquaciousness to be good company more moments than not. The poolside filled up pretty quickly as he said with other couples, families, and their Pokémon taking the rest of the seats, so you found yourself content to take your drink and remain next to the ‘friendly’ (a generous description) stranger. It certainly beat having to confront the same small talk around couplehood and families that came with that sort of crowd. You couldn’t bring yourself to bear it.

“So,” he started, fingers tracing the rim of his lowball glass. His second refill looked dangerously empty. You cocked your head to the side, head feeling warm and light from your nursing of your second mai tai.

“What’s up?”

“Can I now ask why you’re here alone? Alola isn’t the sorta place people go to by themselves.”

You could only muster a half-smile.

“It’s a long story. Well–the context is long, but the reason is actually pretty short.”

“I got time. All day, actually. I like to finish all my training in the morning and have the rest of the day, so.”

He adjusted himself in his lounge chair to focus entirely on you, sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose. When did he put those on? When was the sun not as hot nor high as before?

“Well,” you began, making a vague storytelling gesture with your hands, “I…”

Hazy memories of the last few years made themselves known in your eyes, but the rose gold filter that once covered the reels of a past love had long since faded into grey. It wasn’t fun to recall anymore, hell, it wasn’t even worth recounting for pity–how could you possibly begin? How could you find the words?

“I…”

“You…?” he encouraged, making a rolling gesture with his hand to get you going, “are here for work? Vlogger?”

“Hah–No, I couldn’t be that lucky.”

“Prestigious Pokémon trainer? Battle Tree? Island Trial?”

You snorted, shaking your head.

“No. Not even close.”

“Are you going to keep making me guess? I’ll keep goin’ if there’s a nice prize at the end.”

You weren’t sure if it was the booze, the heat, his looks, or his persistence that lowered your guard down more than you would have liked, but you did feel yourself smile at his rather implicative suggestion. You met his eyes again, and his brow raised again with interest. He shrugged while talking further.

“I mean, look, I’m having fun. But you’re quite private. It’s hard to say I like you if I don’t know anything about you. Other than you don’t like jackassery, you seem pretty intelligent, you’re a hard worker–and I do like looking at you quite a bit.”

“Shut up,” you hushed out with a modest laugh, “I don’t know that much about you either. Other than you are here with your friends, you came for the Battle Tree–so you’re a very strong trainer–you’re a chatterbox, and you’re very forward.”

“I know what I like, and I get what I want. Consider my principles… simple.”

That got a roll of your eyes out of you, and his wink certainly didn’t help. He finally sat up to assert full interest, if not in his implications, then just in you, and cocked his head to the side.

“So do I keep guessing? I have an Alakazam, y’know. He could just mind-read you and give me the answer. I think. I suppose it’s up to him if he wants to help me cheat.”

You paused before you could even meditate on an answer. It wasn’t in your nature to just entertain a stranger so suddenly, but what the hell. Words still escaped you regarding your ringless finger, no matter how hard your therapist tried to work on getting any verbal reflection out of you. The internal looseness and warmth from your drinks and the stifling humidity may have left you more vulnerable than you would have liked to admit.

“What if I didn’t tell you?”

“C’mon–”

“What if I showed you instead?”

That shut him up fast. His bravado stuttered into small bouts of sheepishness as he clunkily moved his glasses up to his forehead. A flush of rose spread across his cheeks that proudly displayed a boastful smirk not just hours ago, causing you to grin at the sight. You hated men–you were sure of it, so positive–but it felt so good to make one so cocky so nervous.

“Wow, not the response I expected,” you teased, now purposely laying in a more compromising position that flaunted the tightness of your scanty bikini–confidence oozed out of your singsong tone, “are you shy?”

He chortled, rubbing his nose.

“Psh–wha? No, of course not! You’re just so–”

His breathing hitched as you sat up to meet him eye-to-eye, and you raised a brow. It was rare you were the kind of woman to render a man like this speechless, so you figured it didn’t hurt to revel. Or rub it in. Maybe you were a bit of a sadist.

“So what?”

“So–” he swallowed, “I dunno if I wanna use all the words I wanna say, uh, until–”

Oh, presumptuous.

“Until what? We’re in my room?” you confronted further, not hiding any inkling of blatant teasing.

He could only nod, his face a vivid scarlet. You looked him up and down–just to torment him all the more–and made sure he watched you doing that. You were even careful to linger your gaze longest on his half-open button down and quickly tightening trunks. So bashful like this from your control—he was very, very cute. Or was that the alcohol talking?

“Well then. Let’s go.”

Little did he know you were only going to give him the worst buzzkill ever once he pieced together exactly what you were doing in Alola all by your lonesome.

It was a swift walk back to your stay, though it never hurt to marvel at the Hano Grand Resort’s relaxing atmosphere. The warm-tinted wooden planks across the lobby added to a rustic comfort that only elevated the feeling of luxury. Even the smell of scattered plants and thoughtfully-arranged trees only filled the resort with the feeling of untouched bliss from the rest of the world. How nice it would have been to enjoy this on your original terms.

If you didn’t have this handsome stranger beside you, you would have felt like you were in a five-star torture chamber.

“Out back,” you gently instructed him, leading out the back halls to the line of bungalows that stood adjacent to the golf course. Colorful rows of tropical flowers and plants proudly decorated the sidewalk trim leading up to your romantic prison cell, as your bungalow–naturally–was the one at the very end of the trail, secluded from the others. Your stranger let out a dry laugh, resting his hands on his hips.

“Man, you gotta walk all the way back here to where you’re staying? I love the privacy, no doubt, but–”

His eyes wandered from you to the artfully-crafted wooden sign in front of the door, and he froze. You only nodded solemnly. He turned back to you.

“I–Are you joking?”

“I’m not.”

His face twisted with something resembling anger as he began to scowl at you.

“I thought you were single–”

“I am.”

He paused, soaking in what you may be implying, and turned back to the sign.

“But this is the Honeymoon Bungalow.”

“It is.”

“And you’re here…?”

“Alone.”

His anger became vague confusion, but you stood in front of him to open the door, and gestured for him to look inside.

“I promise, it’s just me. You can see for yourself.”

Wary, your stranger gave you a glance of concern, but he walked inside anyhow, being the first to confront your ghosts with you.

Your bungalow had little trace of you even using it, as your bed was already made–opulent white comforters ordained with lacy white pillows and topped with enough rose petals to make an entire season’s worth of arts and crafts projects. Your suitcases sat on the rack by the closet, half-zipped, hardly used, and hardly unpacked. The closet opened to two silk robes, both white, both etched with a last name after the Mrs. and Mr. monikers on the back. Your stranger pulled one off the hook and read the back before looking up at you.

“This doesn’t look worn at all; it’s yours?”

“No. It’s not,” you answered adamantly, arms folded over your chest. His brow furrowed.

“It’s in your closet.”

“But that’s not my name,” you insisted. He looked around the room a final time as everything registered in his mind at once, and he hung your robe up again. You could see the sad flash in his eye, the one everyone else gave you on the day you were supposed to get married, as he finally surmised why every romantic artifact in your lovely bungalow remained untouched. The unkempt roses, the real champagne sitting idly unopened in an ice bucket, the jacuzzi with the bath set for two still wrapped with a bow–the nail in the coffin being a small hotel waste bin he could see in the corner of his eye filled with printed photos of you and someone else. Many of them torn. Some of them wrinkled.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologized, closing your closet, “this… yeah, this totally sucks. I get why you had a hard time telling me.”

You could only offer a shrug, ignoring the shaking your grieving racked you with.

“Nothing to apologize for. Sorry I dragged you into this.”

He shook his head.

“No, no. I wanted to know. But most people would cancel their honeymoon trip if the groom gets cold feet, y’know. Why–well.”

He gestured to the room around the both of you.

“Why stick with it?”

“It was too short notice to change my PTO days with my work,” you explained, rubbing your arm, “these days off were already registered with this pay period and–cancellation fees with the Resort, all the plans we had set for two weeks–it was too much. I figured I might as well come and… vacation, I guess.”

He sat on the bed, listening.

“And maybe I deserve some sort of punishment. Who knows. I think he fell out of love with me years ago and couldn’t say. I was never his type in the first place.”

You shook your head.

“That’s neither here nor there. Regardless, I’m here alone, doing all our original plans… alone. Still mentally preparing myself for showing up to our romantic wine tasting in two days with just myself. That’ll be a real laugh.”

His eyes averted from you to the bucket holding the unopened champagne and a grin grew on his features just as before.

“Well. You haven’t even begun to do everything, so why don’t we open that bottle and get started on that? Let’s pregame that wine tasting, yeah?”

The champagne didn’t sound so bad at the prospect of sharing it with someone.

“I suppose we could do that.”

You grabbed the bucket and glasses for your company, and sat on the bed alongside him. He offered to open the bottle for you, and poured your glasses accordingly before raising a toast.

“Cheers–”

You snorted.

“To what, exactly?”

He smiled.

“To you bravely avoiding having an ugly last name. I read that robe. Sheesh, sweetheart. You dodged a bullet.”

You laughed again, clanking your glass with his and taking a sip. He mirrored your movement before speaking again, swirling the bubbly in his glass with a triumphant return of his bravado.

“Just so you know, my last name is pretty good. I think you’d prefer having that one instead.”

“Oh?” you nearly coughed at his boldness, “and what name is that?”

He sipped again.

“Oak.”

You felt yourself freeze in position, eyes wide with disbelief at first, but a nervous laugh emanating from your lips interrupted your fright-or-flight reaction.

“I–what?”

You scoffed, taking a generous gulp of the wine before ensuring you heard correctly.

“I’m sorry. Did you say–Oak. Like, like the professor?” you pried, voice raising, “That’s a coincidence, right?”

He smiled wider, sipping again as now you were the nervous mess in his trap. You hoped it was a coincidence. You hoped you hadn’t laid yourself emotionally bare to one of the greatest Pokémon-handling bloodlines to ever exist on the face of the earth. Suddenly, his familiarity in appearance sat like a dense rock at the pit of your stomach.

You almost didn’t want him to answer. But answer, he did.

“Professor? You don't mean Gramps, do ya?” he answered casually.

“No way.”

You set your glass down on the floor to bury your face in your hands. You didn’t want to be right.

“Oh my god. You’re Blue Oak.”

“At your service, sweetheart.”

You could only admonish yourself for not recognizing him sooner. Even people who didn’t engage with any battle knowledge had some idea of who the Oak family were, as Professor Oak was one of the most prestigious researchers of Pokémon in the world. His work is quoted and used as gospel concerning all Pokémon matters, and the reputation of his grandson–though not as monumental–was still not unheard of. He surely traveled to your region to engage in high-tier battling, and upon looking at his face, you swore you’d seen it on a promotional commercial or sponsor banner before.

Humiliating. You had one of the strongest Pokémon trainers in the world in your sad, hollow, Honeymoon Bungalow.

You were drinking with him. You drank and blatantly flirted with the Blue Oak for hours.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize–”

Blue waved his hand in a dismissive manner, pursing his lip.

“Nah, don’t even worry about it. It’s honestly better this way. I like a good ego stroke, but I don’t want my reputation doin’ my work for me.”

“But I totally just–” you rocked your head back with exasperation, “–god, I just sucked you into my pity party. Do you even have time for this?”

“Hey, it was me who said I had all day, remember? And that’s still true. And y’know what else is still true? The day is young, and we still have more to drink,” he encouraged, topping off his own glass, “after all. You didn’t suck me into a pity party. You full-on seduced me back at the pool. I can truthfully inform you that I was a very happy camper walking back here with you, sweetheart. Fuck, you laying down in that swimsuit? Worked wonders.”

You picked up your glass, a bashful warmth spread across your face at his comment.

“Sorry about that bait-and-switch, regardless. Still feeling seduced?”

“Still seduced? I’m sitting here offering you my last name. The Oak bloodline doesn’t make itself, y’know. It takes two to tango.”

You modestly laughed behind your glass, crawling closer to him on your bed.

“I dunno if I’m in the right state of mind to think about taking another name, let alone continuing such a prestigious bloodline.”

Yet…

“But… maybe I could entertain giving you a chance.”

Judging by the way his brows suddenly raised, the offer of a challenge left him more than enticed. He took a sip of his wine before placing his glass on the floor beside the bed.

“A chance is all I need.”

Focused brown eyes looked you up and down.

“But more than a chance, do I get to have a name? Can I call you anything other than sweetheart? Or beautiful?”

You looked him over with uninhibited interest–black button-up partially open and suggestive to a lean body underneath, alongside sleek green swim bottoms that looked so easy to remove. Certainly in no ensemble as compromising as yours, but one all the more inviting to a lonely bachelorette. With that, you pulled out your phone, opened your alarm app, and adjusted certain parameters accordingly.

He sat up, his face now inches from yours–his voice curious and low.

“Baby, you ignoring me?”

“Oh no,” you answered, “I’m just setting up the rules for that chance you need.”

Blue laughed.

“Is that so? I like a good challenge. I’m not the kinda guy that backs down easily.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm,” he equivocated, leaning closer, “Didn’t I tell you? I get what I want.”

You smirked, holding the alarm app in his face as he inched in on you, causing him to jolt back in surprise.

“Now what’s this?” Blue asked. You grinned, pointing at the time you allotted him.

“Five minutes.”

He raised a brow.

“I mean, I see that, but what’s it for?”

You set the phone beside you, leaning back onto your hands.

“Here’s your chance, Blue, but I have conditions. I work hard, but I’m not really one to waste time–god forbid I end up in another Honeymoon Bungalow all by myself–”

You smiled.

“So I want to make sure you won’t waste my time. Make me finish in five minutes.”

Blue’s eyebrows shot to his hairline.

“Finish? You mean finish-finish? In f–five minutes?”

“You can do it, can’t you?”

Quickly, he threw his sunglasses on the floor, nearly tripping over his own words.

“W-well yeah, but if this is a challenge, what exactly are the winning conditions? Can I place them?”

You cocked your head to the side, meditating on entertaining his idea.

“And what, pray tell, would your winning conditions be?”

“That’s easy,” Blue said, “I get to know your name, then I want you to go through all your original Honeymoon reservations, but with moi as your plus one.”

Blue gave you a wink.

“Consider it a Mrs. Oak trial run. Yeah! That’s what I want. I win, I get your first name, and we treat this Honeymoon like it’s ours. Whether you want to renew after these two weeks you’re here in Alola–I’ll leave that up to you.”

He was talking a serious game for his challenge, and a rather big commitment. You were a bit beside yourself with the flattery, though you wouldn’t let it show.

Not unless he won, at least. And five minutes wasn’t a lot of time for your ambitious company.

“Fine,” you relented, “but you only get five minutes. You’re putting a lot on three-hundred seconds.”

“How many times I gotta say it? I get what I want.”

Your eyes met his–the same brown eyes so focused on you that they carried a gravity you couldn’t pull yourself away from. You felt it then; his desire to get what he wants, to achieve, to make things happen–his depths of drive, ambition, lust laid so naked before you with just a look. You saw so quickly how he lived up to the big shoes he had to fill. It was just in his nature.

If he wanted you, no matter how guarded you were, he’d make you his. You saw that promise in his eyes.

“Ready?” was all you could muster, finger on the start button of your app. He crawled to meet you, only inches away.

“I am. Are you, sweetheart?”

You felt something–a festering heat in response to his question, though you thought that in itself was a head start of sorts.

He was growing on you a bit though. You figured just this once you’d let him have it.

“3, 2, 1,” you counted down, then pressed the button.

You didn’t have a second to speak before his lips crashed with yours, selfishly drinking in your taste as he crawled over you. His kisses were delectable with champagne but sloppy–arousingly so with each wet pop he gave your lips. Blue kissed you so aggressively you could have guessed he was a man starved and you were the only meal in miles.

His worship of your now drooling mouth moved from your lips down the side of your face, and he nestled in a sweet spot between your neck and your ear to mark a rapacious, painful bite–a good measure of his stake to claim. His mouth was overwhelming enough to distract you from his hands making good, greedy home on your flesh. He was wedged deep between your legs, enough to press you already into the mattress, and more than enough to grow a hot coil deep in your core. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders to keep him hard at work, and work he fucking did.

A final pornographic, saliva-filled pop from your skin marked the end of him doing work on your jaw and neck, and he offered a lust-drunken grin to you.

“Wish you could see yourself right now. I wanna eat you up all day.”

You could only roll your eyes as he went back to his ‘challenge,’ now putting eager concentration on your heavy, pillowy breasts. He took no time in pulling them from behind the tight fabric of your bikini top, and fondled them with enthusiastic hunger. His calloused thumbs ran over your quickly hardening nipples.

“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, “five minutes is fucking cruel when you’re this gorgeous, sweetheart.”

Before any words could leave your mouth, he gently pushed you further down into the mattress. His hands went back to claiming greedy handfuls of your flesh in each palm. Each handful wasn’t enough–even bending down to fill his salivating mouth with your breasts and moaning into your skin wasn’t enough for him, knowing he’d have to part ways with his veneration of each part of you so soon. It ached for you too. For your heart and for an increasingly aching part between your legs–with each suck on the tips of your breasts came a sinful noise from the back of your throat; he laid love to your body already like no man before.

And time wasn’t up yet.

Blue pulled away again, hands clawing and desperate to push your legs back and apart even further, letting out a pathetic moan at seeing you so undone and bunched up beneath him. His left hand pressed against your entrance as only the skimpy swimsuit fabric of your bottoms remained. A damp, impatient stain made itself known to his fingertips as he felt the outline of your inviting lips. You could feel your pussy burn with emptiness at each prod he made.

“Dunno if I can stop after five minutes, baby–” he warned, voice raw and gravely, pulling your bottoms to the side, “–you’re really lookin’ like you can help me out with the Oak bloodline–”

He slid a finger in, watching your face beautifully contort with each stroke, and he slid a second one in with even faster tempo. You could feel your chest tighten–something was beginning to build. Your body’s coil was red-hot and he was tightening it so right inside of you–Blue sank further.

“Good girl, feels so good, doesn’t it, pretty girl?” he cooed, his other hand letting go of groping your thighs and focusing on building you up even faster. First, his middle finger gently prodded at the hood of your clit to test your sensitivity, but hearing you mewl so deliciously, so loud, and all for his greedy ears alone. Blue forwent using his fingers and sucked on your bud himself, giving it the same sloppy worship he laid for your breasts just a minute ago. You tasted divine. With each noise you let out at every notch of your build up, Blue responded just as passionately with an aroused moan of his own, grinding his strained erection in his trunks against the mattress.

Suddenly, you felt that coil snap, and pulses of heat, nerves, and relief shuddered through you as he continued working out each wave out of your body. You couldn’t hear yourself, Blue, anything in the room, or feel anything other than white-hot bliss for full seconds before collapsing back into the slew of pillows on the bed.

Then, you came back to earth, realizing Blue was hovering above you with dilated eyes, drool on his lips, and warmth in his smile.

“Mrs. Oak, you made quite the mess,” he quipped, holding your phone screen up to you. Your vision returned to focus as you saw the time on your phone.

4:58. 4:59. 5:00.

The alarm sang its little song as it vibrated in Blue’s hand, and you groggily took it from him, still dizzy from the most intense and attentive foreplay you had in years. More than your ex-fiancé ever gave you. All under five minutes.

Blue really did see his challenge through.

Gladly defeated, you gave him a dreamy smile, tossing your phone aside.

“Okay, Mr. Oak, you win, that was–”

You truly didn’t have words as you shook your head in the mess of pillows. He softly chuckled, crawling over you to give you another kiss where words should have been. It was far gentler than before, a kiss laced with romance suited for the bungalow you stayed in. His body now rested against yours fully, really feeling each curve and every soft inch of you.

And you could feel the curve and inches of something else.

“I’m wonderin’ now if you could help me with something,” he whispered, pulling away with a glint in his eye. You raised a brow.

“Yes?”

“First, I need your name.”

Ah, as part of your promise, you remembered. Gingerly, running your fingers through his hair, you entrusted him with your name in the form of whispering it in his ear. He faced you, eyes revitalized aside from his lust-drunkenness with something else.

“Now that suits you,” he complimented, planting another kiss on you, “And I think it goes really good with ‘Oak’ if you ask me.”

You laughed, letting him continue his much slower-paced bout of hickey-making on your skin–you ran your fingers through his hair again.

“Ah–you think so?”

“I know so.”

You felt his hands on your chest again, though this time his grip was soft and intentional with your precious body.

“Now I can really get to love down my wife properly,” he mused.

“You’re very committed to this husband-wife bit.”

“If everything goes right, it won’t be a bit forever,” Blue retorted, giving you another kiss, “but yes. I intend to ride this bit out all the way.”

Subtle.

His second round of foreplay was magical compared to his rather rushed and explosive first round. Granted, you did finish as wagered, but the fact he wound you up so quickly and intensely already left your head spinning with love exhaustion. This more attentive and careful affection he gave–particularly to your breasts, stomach, and thighs, left you so weak and pliable under his magic thumbs and hot mouth. Every handful he fondled of you wasn’t enough for him–as if he had an insatiable hunger to constantly consume and enmesh himself with you. By the time he was down to your thighs, your aching pussy was already so wet again for him to fill. He watched you squirm. He watched you gorgeously writhe under each bite and kiss of your decadent thighs he took until he was finally ready to oblige your begging.

“Blue–please, please–” you felt yourself beg as he grinded himself against you, “‘M sorry, it hurts, I just need you–”

“So gorgeous, begging for me like this,” Blue sang, using one hand to hold your thigh back and the other to palm his erection in his shorts, “You want me to fill up your pretty pussy, Mrs. Oak?”

He was pushing it–the roleplaying of the husband and wife bit, but he won those conditions–and you were desperate in this state. Desperate and dizzy enough to even reach for your lips yourself and shamelessly spread them.

“Yes, honey, could you please–?”

That was enough for him to snap. Blue shuffled out of his trunks the quickest he could and nearly ripped off his black shirt to unveil the rest of him. You shamelessly ogled the man before you with an approving mewl from your lips. He was awfully cute, every bit of him, and as your eyes moved down, you felt another part of you burn with approval. He wasn’t of pornographic girth nor length, but it was more than enough for you. Every inch of him had your heart rate accelerating in unmitigated arousal.

He noticed your staring as he crawled back to you, lining himself up with your pussy. A hazy grin curled on his features at the sight of you so plump and folded open under him, at the sight of you ogling him so eagerly–he couldn’t hide his own arousal.

“Like this cock, sweetheart?”

Blue’s voice was a musical mix of teasing and something else– something coarse and primal. You nodded, whining with each time his head prodded your entrance and teased you.

“Aw, don’t worry baby, it’s all yours now–I–”

He slid himself in, slowly, being as aware as he could with stretching you out–but you could sense his hunger. You could feel each inch fill you so fulfillingly–how full and how relieving it was that he fit inside you so perfectly–and the noise you let out at him bottoming out was nothing less than wanton. Blue grunted in return.

You felt him begin to move, his arms holding your legs above your head–and hell, even with his slow movements, you could feel him in every single part of you. However, When you felt his pace quicken and his hitched breaths become incomprehensible, musical groans was when you could really begin to see stars. The way he filled you again and again burned so good, and with him leaning down for his lips to make home on your own again you may have forgotten why you were so heartbroken and guarded when you met him hours ago.

He shifted himself, now adjusting so he could watch you move under him as he could no longer stop himself from keeping an excruciating pace. His eyes were lidded but unblinking on you. Not a single second was spent not watching how your body writhing so gorgeous under him and his greedy lovemaking.

“Fuck–look at my pretty wife taking cock so good,” he cooed again, his firm grip moving to the fleshiest part of your thigh, “you were made for me, weren’t you pretty girl?”

The words were dizzying in the formerly loveless bungalow–you could only let out a weak moan as he fucked you harder.

“Yeah, yeah you were–shit, shit–’just wanna knock up my yummy fuckin’ wife so bad–”

The weight of the words hadn’t hit you quite yet, at least, not in reality’s terms. But with the way he spoke and felt you–the way he fit inside you and loved you so deeply, something about the concept drove you to tighten up around him. You reached for your breast with one hand and your clit with the other to further coil that tight sensation building up again in your core, and he grinned again.

“Oh? My missus likes the sound o’ that, does she?”

You could feel him press harder against you, his eyes now wide with manic lust.

“Mrs. Oak wants a baby, doesn’t she? Aw, don’t worry, pretty girl–I’d love to–fuck–help with that–you just lay back and play with those pretty tits for me–f–yeah–like that, so good–”

His other hand swatted yours away from your clit so he could play with it himself. You gasped at the firm contact on your sensitive, burning nerves but hell if it didn’t give you a rush. Your core tightened faster and faster at his increasing speed and merciless pace inside of you.

Then release–blinding and intense, but even more satisfying than before–you felt yourself finish with a flush of overwhelming heat overtake your entire body and exiting right where his fingers stroked you out to completion.

“Shit,” he moaned, “You fucking squirted for me? Fuck–” he praised, clenching his other hand’s grip around your thigh. Returning back to earth, you could feel his pace jutting as he felt himself coming to a finish. In your dreamy, pleased state, you felt yourself reach up for him.

“Blue–” you cooed, voice both lilted and coarse, “kiss me.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice.

He leaned down to crash his lips against your own, and slowly rocked into you as you felt a sudden jolt and rush of liquid, sticky warmth inside you where there wasn’t before. You couldn’t care in the moment. You just wanted to be consumed by him and his hunger. Greedy hands and lips made you his in that bed, and made your body their home. Blue could hardly pull himself away from kissing you–let alone pull himself out after countless minutes of being connected to every perfect bit of you.

It was you who stopped first.

“Did that help?” you asked, a coy smile on your face. Blue rested only inches from your face, and gave a kiss to your forehead.

“It did. I’d consider you a cure-all for all my problems at this rate.”

“You’re very sweet.”

“Like a good husband.”

You felt yourself softly smile with a roll of your eyes.

“You really are insistent on milking out that part of the deal.”

“I’m insistent on not only that, but making it stick. Layin’ down with you has made me certain that I’d probably send my Arcanine after anyone alive that intends to fuck you the way I just did.”

You threw a pillow at him with a wider grin on your face.

“You don’t need to be so insane! We just met!”

“Yes I do, what’s mine is mine and mine alone. Now let me help you clean up by running the water in that unused jacuzzi. We have a couple’s bath set we need to see through using.”

The rest of the afternoon faded into the evening—hazy and blurry with recovering soreness and lazing about in a bathtub with someone you met that day. It was odd. It was wonderful. It was sudden and explosive chemistry you hadn’t felt in years. A part of you felt a little scared of how strong the two of you fit so well together considering your recent disappointment, or that you would wake up tomorrow and Blue Oak would treat you as just a stranger, and you were stupid for even thinking that any of this was in earnest.

Worries aside, the evening transition into the night was relaxing. The two of you opted to enjoy dinner at the inclusive steakhouse with your first reservation of the stay, so he momentarily left to allow you and himself to get ready (though he kept giving you, his precious ‘wife,’ too many kisses goodbye.) Your surprise increased tenfold when you opened your bungalow door an hour and a half later as agreed to him dressed in all black, a dashing sleek outfit–and donning two suitcases with him. He looked equally surprised to see you in your finest wear, a dress that was the perfect mix of summery and elegant–it made for a cheeky mix, and your make-up completely done.

“Wow…” he marveled, standing up straight to align with you. You coughed out a nervous laugh.

“Yeah, you too,” you said. Blue gestured to his suitcases behind him.

“Does this get to be part of the deal, or am I doing too much?”

You laughed, though you couldn’t shake that a part of you was a little wary. Even with the hours before in mind, it was still difficult to digest his potent interest. You folded your arms.

“Let’s see how this dinner goes. For now, you can leave them inside.”

He raised a brow.

“Are there guidelines to this win condition, or am I just gonna have to hope I give you the best first date of all time?”

The both of you shared a soft chuckle, perhaps airing out nerves from both of your spirits.

“If it’s any consolation, I want you to do well,” you admitted. Blue rolled his bags in but paused mid-step at your reassurance. He turned back.

“It’s more consolation than you think.”

You locked the door behind you as your date walked you to dinner.

It only took minutes upon arrival that you found yourself sheepishly covering your face when Blue had a rather entertaining argument with the restaurant manager about how the last name reserved was wrong, everything should have been under “Oak,” and he expected a full refund to your card for everything paid so far. Being a powerful and reputable trainer, and now your ‘husband,’ the manager found his argument very convincing. The two of you sat down together, being presented with a glorious vintage of a reserve cabernet sauvignon for your dinner. And the instant the two of you sat down, his second test began.

“I can’t get over it. You’re just beautiful,” he started, slapping his menu down without even beginning to peruse the options, “I don’t wanna minimize anything–and shut me up if I am–”

“Oh? Shutting you up was an option?”

Blue chortled.

“Ha-ha. Funny.”

He pulled his chair up closer and observed you closely.

“I’m just blown away you were left the day before your wedding. I’m sorry to bring up something so painful but–I dunno. I just met you today and I’m near-convinced I’m in love.”

“I’m–very flattered, Blue, really–” you exhaled, reaching for your glass of wine, “but it was my fault too.”

You felt your eyes focus on the wine in your glass.

“I was kidding myself for a long time. He honestly never liked me that much, and I think he felt too afraid to say anything for a long time. And looking back? I don’t think I wanted to see it.”

Warm contact met the top of your hand.

“Well. He’s fucking stupid. I don’t get why if you don’t like something, you can’t just hit the bricks.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “It would’ve saved me a lot of time, but. But what about you? I know I was giving you a hard time earlier, but–how are you single?”

“How do you mean? You sounded quite curious–” he teased, “I’m gonna take that as a good sign.”

“Don’t flatter yourself too hard. I’m not going off of your reputation here.”

“Ooh, so sassy for a good girl that just begged for me hours ago.”

You urgently looked around the restaurant to ensure nobody heard that; it was enough to get an amused chuckle out of him.

“Blue–!”

“Okay, okay, no dirty talk in public, noted,” he said, taking a sip of his wine, “but to answer your question, I’ve just been… busy? I guess? Honestly, I haven’t looked. Ever.”

“You’ve… never… dated?”

It was him who was embarrassed all of a sudden.

“I guess not. I’ve had a few hookups but nothing worth remembering. Nobody I wanted to introduce to my friends, my Pokémon, the Kanto League–hell, and after that gauntlet, there’s good ol’ Gramps and Daisy. Nothing seemed worth getting a name out of or a second text or anything. And I was busy, so I was cool with it.”

You were scared to ask, but the chaos of the day made you loose-lipped.

“Is that where we’re going to fall?”

“It’s certainly where I don’t want you to be,” he softened his voice, “this is a romantic dinner where we’re getting to know each other. Frankly, whether you want to confront this or not, we’re on a date. Though most people prefer to help embolden bloodlines after the date, not before–”

“Such a tease,” you rolled your eyes. He grinned.

“Yeah, I don’t really have an off button. But it’s that kinda nature that got me where I am.”

“Sounds like a straightforward philosophy.”

“It’s never let me down yet–I just always have an instinct to the things I want–like a gear just kicks in. Dunno. Maybe I have a special kind of intuition–maybe if I were a Pokémon, I’d be a Psychic type.”

You coyly swirled your glass in your hand.

“Okay, Mr. Oak, then what about me? What kind of Pokémon do you think I would be?”

It was clear to see that the question deeply amused him by the way his features curled into a wide smile–the same lopsided one you first saw by the pool deck when he was first barraging you with his romantic appetite. It was a cheeky, cocky look that suited him–raised eyebrow and all. You didn’t like how much it was growing on you.

“Well at first thinking, I woulda said Dark type,” he began, running his finger thoughtfully around the base of his glass as he spoke, “You’re a minxy, delicious, evil seductress that I seemed to have no effect on when I first bothered you earlier. That’s assuming I’m still a Psychic type, by the way. Which I think I still am. Because the moment I saw you I got that gear-kick feeling. And so far, my instinct’s been treating me real good. Oh–but not as good as you, Beautiful.”

Another eye roll, but a flush of warmth joined your cheeks mid-smile.

“Then spending time with you… I’m going to go with Fire. Not just because you’re smokin’ hot, even though you are–”

“Flattered.”

“But Fire is a really beautiful thing. It’s powerful. My Arcanine is one of the strongest on my team, and I’ve seen the destruction fire can make. But–people only think about how hot and powerful Fire is, and forget all the other stuff. Fire is hot, yeah, but it also provides warmth. Fire is powerful, but it’s also beautiful. People like, gather around Fire–we literally watch it to relax. When Fire is loved and handled the way it deserves, it’s one of the best types out there. One of the best facets of our Earth, actually.”

He pointed a finger at you.

“And I know all about that–I’m the keeper of the Earth badge. But I stand by what I said. You’re gorgeous and comforting–familiar, even. You’re both hot and warm. You’re powerful but safe. You exist amid these things that most people think couldn’t actually coexist, but…”

Blue raised his hands defensively.

“But that’s just my speculation and observation. It does have merit though, as I am always right about everything ever.”

Your ex never spoke about you so intently in the years that you knew him. Nobody ever, no hookup nor talking stage nor serious relationship made you feel remotely as seen as Blue did in under ten hours. Were you especially close to Fire types? Surely you would be now.

“Blue… thank you.”

It was your turn to put your hand on his.

“You answered and then some. I feel really spoiled, honestly.”

“Yeah? Well get used to it.”

Clinking glasses at the table was perfect at the moment, forgetting about yesterday and tomorrow and all their worries were possible just for the night with him to keep you company. Even being his bargain-won pretend wife didn’t feel so pretend when he continuously offered you to try every food he had, even holding the fork for you. It didn’t feel so pretend when he loudly declared excitement at the waiters bringing you both your romantic, honeymoon dessert. It didn’t feel so pretend when other families or couples would congratulate the two of you, and he puffed out his chest to thank them in full stride. And it certainly didn’t feel so pretend when you went to your bungalow together to make sleepy love for one final time, pass out in each other’s arms, and wake to the other’s smile in the morning.

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“You usin’ this chair?”

Your moment of meditative enjoyment of a sunny Alola day was rudely interrupted by a silhouette blocking your view of the sun. You adjusted your sunglasses on the bridge of your nose to gather any more information about the silhouette in question. Tall-ish. Male. Great–your first full day back at the Hano Grand Resort after three years and your precious sun time was being interrupted by some guy.

You were a professional at dealing with such types.

“Take it,” you instructed, waving your hand for him to get on with it. You could see him cock his head to the side.

“Take it? What if I wanted to sit here?”

“I mean, I can’t make you not sit there.”

The man sat down to your left, and you immediately shifted your attention away just to be blatant with your disinterest. A scoffing sound could be heard from him.

“Wow, single women have no idea what they want, do they?”

You let out an unamused cackle in return.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“If you wanted to leave, you would, right? But instead you’re giving me this weird hard-to-get attitude. I mean, I’m kinda into it, you bein’ so sexy n’ all.”

Sneering, you turned to glare the man down.

“I’m not staying here for you. I was already here, and I’m waiting for my drink.”

“But nobody special is bringing it out to you?”

“Leave me alone,” you demanded, going back to looking away, “fucking weirdo.”

“Excuse me b–”

“Do we have a problem?” a third voice intervened, one mischievous and familiar–comforting in its willingness to stir up some attitude, “It looks like you’re bothering this young lady.”

“I’m just making conversation–”

“Ah-ah-ah–” the familiar voice scolded, “not with her, you aren’t. You can go make conversation with anyone else, alright? She doesn’t wanna talk to you.”

You heard your tropical cocktail glass be gently set to the small table to your right, as your drink was lovingly brought to you. The unwanted company quickly jumped from his chair to escalate the situation.

“Who the hell do you think you are to tell me what to do?”

“I’m Blue Oak, asshole–” your husband boasted, getting in the man’s face, “And that woman you’re messing with is my wife. If she doesn’t wanna talk to you, I’m gonna make damn sure you don’t get the time of day.”

Seeing that your beloved loved confrontation and challenge as he always did, you decided to be the voice of reason where he failed. It never hurt to pull him away with an irresistible offer.

You stood up, playing the hardest you could into your coyest self.

“Baby, why don’t we just go rent a cabana? I’d rather spend some private time with you on our Honeymoon.”

You could hear your husband smirk at the other man before wrapping an arm around you and starting to walk away.

“You’re right, sweetheart. Let’s go ahead and do that. I can think of a whole ton of stuff I’d like to take care of privately.”

You felt him openly kiss into your neck–that sweet spot you loved so much before his voice cried out to the unwanted company again.

“Smell ya later–asshole!”

He chuckled back into your skin as you walked completely out of the man’s sight, and you laughed in return.

“You don’t have to be so insane for me, Blue. We’re married for real this time.”

“All the more reason to be,” he explained, “What’s mine is mine is all mine, and fuck sharing with anybody else.”

The two of you paused mid step outside a cabana, and he smiled warmly just for you.

“Especially now that I truly have what I want. For real this time.”

“Does it make a difference?” you asked, running your hands up his shirt, leaning in for a kiss, “I was always yours.”

“It does to me, Mrs. Oak.”

The instant your lips met, your husband coaxed you inside the cabana to enjoy the rest of your honeymoon away from the world.

⋆ ʜᴏɴᴇʏᴍᴏᴏɴ ʙʟᴜᴇꜱ: ᴇɴᴅ ⋆

A/N: Thank you all for reading this far! I hope you enjoyed. Gun to my head I could not tell you why I was able to write this of all things in two days. I have so many other long-form drafts started and saved for other characters and fandoms, but for some reason I had a primal itch to write about Blue? It was fun! Blue (or his anime counterpart, Gary) was one of my first fictional crushes ever—so this felt a little cathartic. Let me know if you’d like to see this archived on ao3 as well!

Thank you again!

#chubby reader #x chubby reader #x reader #pokemon x reader #plus size reader #Pokémon blue x reader #My first longform x reader ever and it’s pokemon. being in my 20’s is insane #toast.writes

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rossithepixie · 5 months

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Here it is finally! The color version of my pokemon au with Satoru and Suguru. It’s a little rough but i think that’s okay. I lost a lot of work on it last night so it’s not as refined as it would be otherwise. But there are still lots of little details!

Satoru and Suguru both have jujutsu tech buttons and i imagine it’s because maybe before their journey they went to an elite pokemon school.

They’re helping little me who got lost! Because getting lost as a kid and even as an adult freaks me out to this day.

@pastelle-rabbit @strawberrystepmom (since i think the two of you may be the most interested)

And to those interested my commissions are open!

(Note: i use they/he pronouns)

#just selfship things #roruru #selfship art #pokemon au #satosugu x reader #satoru gojo x reader #suguru geto x reader #there’s so much blue in this between satoru and i #rossi art

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bellafragolina · 2 years

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I’ve been waiting for requests to open, and I hope they all go well for you. For my contribution, can I request something super soft with Blue, Guzma, and Piers? Quite an eclectic group, I know. I’m thinking each of them are doing something, probably domestic or calm, with their long-time friend/reader and their feelings in that moment hit them in the gut. After holding back for so long, they turn to reader/friend and finally say “I’m in love with you.” I just love fluff so much. Thank you very much in advance, and I hope you are happy and healthy, wherever you are.

that's so cute!! god, what i wouldn't give for a cute confession like that!!!

🍓🍓🍓

Blue:

You're baking in his kitchen, making something for you and him to have that's full of sugar and sweetness. Blue can already smell the treats you've placed in the oven, and he can see you dancing around his kitchen, whisking something in a bowl. And you're singing. Arceus above, you're singing.

It's not stage-worthy, oh no, but it's lovely all the same. Blue watches you sway to the music in your head, singing, sometimes under your breath, some song you probably heard on the radio earlier that day. You've got a smudge of something on your cheek, probably flour, and Blue has never been more in love before.

He waits until you set down your bowl to check on the treats in the oven, calling back to him that they're almost done, before calling to you himself.

"Hm?" You hum, rising up to look at him.

"I love you." Blue says, bluntly. You blink at him. "I'm in love with you."

Blue laughs at your flustered face, so you shut him up with a kiss, one he smiles into. It's infuriating, but you suppose you wouldn't have him any other way.

Guzma:

It's quiet in the Shady House. Most all of the grunts are out messing around or playing games, but you and Guzma remain inside, hiding away from the heat. Guzma is laid out on the couch, a cold soda in hand. You're sat on the floor, gently guiding Ariados' legs around in a dance.

"One-two-three," you count, moving with each number, "one-two-three."

Guzma is quiet, for once. He watches Ariados trill under your attention, trying its best to follow the steps you're guiding it through. The happy clicks that fill the home, alongside you're counting and sometimes singing of a waltz, make Guzma feel more relaxed than he ever has before.

Something about you does that to him, relaxes him, no matter what kind of day it's been. He's glad you're here, glad you like his bugs, like his grunts, like. . . him.

The day is so good Guzma doesn't hold back for once. "I love ya."

"Ariados loves you too!" You laugh, the spider whistling in agreement.

"I love ya, Ariados." Guzma says with a nod, snorting at your obliviousness. "I love ya too, dumbass."

You freeze, the gears in your brain turning slowly. Guzma's snickering makes you shout, but you crawl onto the couch with him, Ariados right behind you. You both lie on him, demanding apologies as you overheat him, both with your body warmth, and the kisses you pepper him in.

Guzma would happily die this way.

Piers:

"I make 'em for Marnie and me every day." Piers explains, showing you how to properly prepare the lunch that Marnie will take on her journey. "I already know that m'gonna still be makin' two 'em even when she's not around."

It's a melancholy thought, the one that Marnie won't be a little kid, relying on him, forever. Piers is used to being needed, being the big brother, being the caretaker. He's not sure how he's going to handle his baby sister not being at home all the time, instead out there, shooting for the stars, for the champion seat.

"That's okay." You say, drawing Piers back into the present. He watches you carefully cut through an apple, making it in the shape of a star. "I'll eat the extra lunches you make." Piers eyes widen. "We can switch days too. I'll make lunch on Mondays, you do it on Tuesdays, so on until Sundays, when we'll go out for brunch!"

Piers is silent. He watches you cut his baby sister's favorite fruit into cute shapes, your words rolling around in his brain. He'd like that, having lunch with you every day. He'd like getting some homemade lunches from you. It'd feel like. . . like you two were actually. . .

You could be, Piers realizes, and his mouth moves faster than his brain.

"I love ya."

Your knife slips at the shock of the confession, barely nicking your finger. Still, Piers hisses and takes everything away to push your hand under the sink. He takes care of your minor injury, doting on you, and as the bandage is applied, you ask if he's going to kiss it better, since it was his fault.

And with a flush, Piers kisses your hurt finger while you press a kiss of thanks to his cheek. Yeah, you will be quite a rocking couple.

🍓🍓🍓

I've never written for Blue before, so I hope I managed to capture him! He's an interesting character for sure!!

Hope you enjoy it, lovely! Have a great day!!

~Renee

#sorry this took so long!!!#blue x reader #guzma x reader #piers x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader

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harveyb-wabbit92 · 2 years

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{Y/n is looking for a date for a wedding, but has no luck. Elesa suggests Y/n pays her cousin Grimsley to escort her.]

Elesa, to Y/n: Trust me, Grim will do anything for money.

Grimsley: That's not true.

Elesa: It's not? I'll give you ten bucks to punch Emmet in the face.

Grimsley, looking at the twins: (eagerly) Which one's Emmet?

Emmet, pointing at Ingo: He is.

(Ingo looks at his brother then at the slowly advancing Grimsley.)

Elesa: See? Just give just him like 100 bucks; he’ll follow you to the ends of the earth.

[In the background Grimsley throws a punch at Ingo, only for the conductor to counter the attack and throw the gambler through a wall knocking him out cold! Y/n ends up taking Ingo to the wedding instead.]

#S: red vs blue #pokemon incorrect quotes #submas #nimbasa trio #roommate au #subway master ingo #subway boss ingo x reader #sorta?#subway boss emmet #gym leader elesa #elite four grimsley #Grimsley and Elesa are cousins

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smallestapplin · 1 year

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[request]

Let’s goooooooooo

How about some theme based gym leader S/O headcanons, Authors choice on characters, go wild, feel free to make them yandere if you’d like just have fun with this one!

- Pierced Anon

Anything for you broski! I used this opportunity to write about less loved characters. ^^

💙Blue💙

- Power couple? Power couple! With Blue’s history with being a champion and a gym leader, aside from being a legend, you two are THE power couple.

- The finale gym leader to beat, strong with your typing, and strong in your theme, with your very loving boyfriend who stops by to cheer you on.

- I’m so sorry if you are a dark or ghost type gym leader, with your dark and spooky aesthetics. Blue is going to be in your gym, bright clothes, looking so out of place, as he acts as your personal cheerleader.

- “That’s right! That’s my partner! Heh, aren’t they just amazing?”

- He posts a fair bit online, and respects if you don’t want to have pictures of you posted. But he does have an entire slumber dedicated to you, and of you and your Pokémon training.

- He will make memes of the trainers you defeat, cause he’s recording the whole match, and some expressions or moments are just too funny not to!

- Buys or produces all sorts of merch themed around you, to show his love and support of his honey!

- Plus, Blue makes the perfect sparring partner. He changes up his teams, has good strategies, strong well trained Pokémon, battling against him easily prepares you for others.

- He accidentally ruins you for normal challengers, cause not many pose as much of a challenge as your boyfriend does.

- Be careful and watch which pokeballs you pick up! There have been several times you grabbed the wrong one, and brought one of his Pokémon to work instead.

- Though his Pokémon like you, so they were at least chill. You, however, we’re not chill-

👻Morty👻

- another match up! You two are quick to become a hot topic, and what most want in a relationship.

- Morty is so relaxed, so calm, but so attentive and caring, loving to hear you talk about work.

- Meanwhile you’re just opposite enough to complete him, being everything he needs and wants in a lover. Especially with the job!

- You being a gym leader is relieving, as you’ll understand his complaints, or comments on how he can improve his gym, or train.

- And since he’s a gym leader too, he can help you out a lot more than most could!

- Half the time he only had to say one word, and you’ll completely understand what he’s talking about. He loves it!

- He likes surprising you at work, when he’s in his lunch break, or day off. He’s stealthy without even realizing it, and sneaks up on everyone, scaring the daylights out of challengers and employees alike.

- But, while a subtle change, you’ll notice how his smile softens, and eyes brighten at the sight of you, as he walks over with a lunch box in hand for you.

- You both have hectic schedules, with managing your respective gyms, meetings, and taking care of the gyms upkeep. But Morty makes all the time he care for you. He’s always stopping by.

- He’s scared trainers, cause sometimes he’s the first person they will see, and think they are at the wrong gym. Only for you to pop up and greet them, making the trainer sigh in relief.

- It’s pretty common knowledge around Johto that you’re with Morty, even new people are quick to find out. Especially since you steal his scarf every chance you get.

- But Morty likes it when you steal his clothes, he thinks it’s so cute.

- He’s a decent person to train against too! He’s the fourth gym leader, and his ghosts come with a good amount of power.

- But he’s never upset when he loses, in fact he’s happy to cause that means he gets to give you kisses, for winning of course.

♠️Grimsley♦️

- this man is constantly texting you to come down to the league, just so he can get his affection, but shhh he’ll never admit it and call you the needy one.

- Both of you live pretty busy lives, but mostly you, as Grimsley mainly just sits and waits for a challenger. So you get many calls and texts from him, as you work.

- He likes face timing you and watching you battle, he likes seeing the show you put in at work. He’s your number one fan from the shadows.

- Though everyone knows.

- He’s more salty about the other league members and champion adoring you, cause they have told him if you two ever break up, they are taking your side.

- He was more offended they even thought of you two breaking up! How rude!

- His Pokémon are babies for you, and you’ve taken his Krookodile to work, cause she wouldn’t stop following you, and would sulk when you’d tell her to go back. So you were stuck with an oversized lizardy lillipup for most of the day, your challengers found it hilarious.

- Until Grimsley called you, asking for his Pokémon back.

- “Babe, I’d love to give her back to you, but you’re gonna have come down here and get her yourself. She’s cuddling me right now.”

- “Oh of course, when my Pokémon want to cuddle is ‘oh of course sweet baby’ but when I want to cuddle it’s ‘no Grimsley, you bite too much.’ How cruel.”

- “Grimmy, sweetie, I know you bite to show affection, but your teeth are sharp and biting my forearm isn’t very sexy of you.”

- Yes, these types of conversations happen regularly.

- He’s fun to train with, however he will be making it a bet, mainly cause if kisses are on the table he is not going easy, he wants his kisses damn it.

#this was really fun to write!#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon fluff #pokemon blue #pokemon morty #pokemon grimsley #pokemon blue x reader #pokemon morty x reader #pokemon grimsley x reader #pokemon headcanons

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drifloonz · 1 year

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i can!! the polycule ever. Being between these two is so funny bc i feel like theyd just barter and argue over you lightheartedly sometimes and then other times in private theyre both just loving all over you and eachother and the tonal shift is so funny.

also i accidentally answered this early because tumblr sucks so bad and APPARENTLY pressing enter does that which is why the ask is a screenshot instead of an Actual ask and that'll annoy me but oh well that was all i could do.

i hope you enjoy !

red x reader x blue! ( poly )

i'm not gunna separate the names here probably bc its a polycule if you get one you get both, even if thats more useful for the organization, So.

ღ whether you knew them as your childhood best friends or met them recently - probably on one of their travels or vacations - and somehow wormed your way into both of their hearts - you found yourself dating both red and blue. i'd like to imagine they both agreed to date you simultaneously in a polyamorous relationship because... well, they were already dating, and they're sort of a package deal. they discussed this with eachother and decided it'd be perfectly fine.

ღ blue's gotten older and is therefore a bit less of... how he used to act, being all smug and acting better than anyone else, but his cockiness and confidence will never go away no matter what, and he'll make it clear to you - he's definitely the main PDA giver in the relationship - red does give PDA as well, but mostly handholding and kisses. blue straight up will try to embarrass you with how overbearing and affectionate he is sometimes because he finds it really fucking funny. i like to think he tries to make a game of making the most embarrassing pet names and nicknames he can use for you and so every time you two talk in public he'll just keep coming up with them.

ღ in a related note, blue is also very protective and jealous over you. not with red, obviously, he was dating red and also dating you. just with anyone who tries to flirt with you or tries anything weird, he'll come over and put his hand on your shoulder and start to very obviously state that he's your boyfriend. red doesn't get as jealous or protective as easily, but he will do the same thing sometimes if he senses you're uncomfortable with talking to someone, simply putting his hand on your shoulder and making a little grunt towards the other person, then quickly walking you away from the situation.

ღ red's the tallest of you three unless you happen to be taller than him. he does use this to his advantage... which, is mostly just flexing on blue and you. blue's a close second ( once again unless you happen to be taller than him but shorter than/the same height as red ).

ღ i hope you like attention because both of them will give so much to you. they're pretty mindful in not accidentally excluding you from activities, wanting you to feel comfortable and included in anything the two do unless you outright don't wanna do whatever they're doing at that moment, which is fine.

ღ the funny thing abt this though is that blue specifically is very clingy and wants attention from either, preferably both of you, at all times. if you give red a kiss he'll be like "Hey, where's mine?" and will bother you until you ( both, usually ) give him one.

ღ related to the last point, they're both very adventurous in their own ways - traveling regions often, going to explore anything that interests the two of them... so you'll be moving around a lot, probably. hopefully you're fine with that. if you are, they'll both make it a point to make wherever you visit exciting and to show you the prettiest spots in whatever region they visit next.

ღ i hope you like getting cuddles from both sides, because if you three all choose to sleep together ( they will probably get a big ass bed solely due to this ), then you're usually going to be in the middle. they also both snore in their sleep, but blues is noticeably louder than red. so i hope that doesn't bother you LMAO. blue is also the type of guy who sleeps the fastest out of you all, and also changes sleeping positions a lot and he's probably pushed one of you two off the bed more than once. red takes a while to go to bed, usually waiting until you two have dozed off. he usually is just reading something to wind himself down before bed. he might even have reading glasses but who knows. red himself always makes it a habit to give both of you goodnight kisses before he himself goes to bed.

ღ if you ( or any of them ) are in danger, the other two'll know. it's like a secret sixth sense for them - they'll try to find you ASAP and protect you from any sort of threat, whether it be a strong pokemon or a malicious trainer, or something else. if it's fightable, they'll absolutely woop the things ass if it is a pokemon or a trainer giving you a hard time or even genuinely threatening you.

ღ it's not a guarantee, but i feel like you'd probably have to be a pretty strong pokemon trainer to get their attention in the first place - or someone else of note. but if you aren't, you know the drill. they'll definitely try to nudge you or help you get more pokemon and train them to be a powerful trainer. ... mostly as an excuse for them to have someone to fight on an equal level that wasn't just each other, if you weren't already a strong trainer. they're your personal trainer bfs...

ღ red's the most typically romantic of the group, i'd feel. although his preference for dates is just adventuring, similar to blue, he'll also take you and blue to places with the best sights and views, and is also the one who's most likely to take you all on a dinner date or something. type of guy to give you a bouquet of roses to confess. meanwhile blues the type to give you a random pretty stone or rock he found. ( admittedly, red would do the exact same probably. )

ღ i like to think that you and blue can basically understand anything and everything red says, despite him being mute. basically just seeing his expression and then looking back at someone and going "He says he likes your hat." or smth. Psychic Brain Link /j.

ღ red will scruff you and blue out of awkward or dangerous situations at a moments notice. which is funny bc reds prob a hypocrite and goes into fairly dangerous situations often just due to wanting a challenge or something.

ღ blue and red if you don't wanna go wherever they're going at that time, will be sure to at least leave one or a few pokemon to watch over you and keep you company. all of the two's pokemon are pretty familiar with you at this point, and they're all very happy to be around you :]

ღ they also like to show you any new pokemon they caught or at least saw along the way in other regions if you don't come with. will take pictures and show you.

ღ i like to think all 3 of you, intentionally or not, share clothes with eachother sometimes. its cute.

ღ most iconic polycule of kanto. amen.

#wispy writes #red x reader #blue x reader #gary oak x reader #pokemon #pokemon x reader #polyamorous #i think ppl also use green for blue/gary but i see that as the female protag more. so. actually not that nightmarish of tagging as i though

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pokenimagines · 2 years

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Blue - “You look so gorgeous right now…” to reader 👉👈

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Blue - “You look so gorgeous right now...”:

Your had sweat covering your body, panting heavily with hair in total disarray. You laid out on the bed, cum seeping out from between your legs as you stared at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath.

"You look so gorgeous right now..." Blue said, thinking out loud while he moved some of your hair away form your face. You hummed, feeling a little sore as you rolled over to look at him.

"I feel anything but that right now...more like a cum slig-" Blue cut your train of thoughts before you could finish your sentence.

"I love you but please don't ruin it by making a gross comparison." Blue said sternly, making you crack a smile, "Now let's get you all cleaned up and ready for bed."

#Pokemon x reader #Pokemon #Reader #Reader Insert #X Reader #Fanfiction #Imagines #Headcanons #Request #Request Blog #Pokemon Fanfiction #Blue x reader #Blue #Pokemon Blue #Reader x Blue #Blue Fic #Blue Fanfic #Pokemon Blue x Reader #spicy salt

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randomchaosyay · 3 months

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Masterlist! 🤍

Harry Potter

Avengers

(Boku No Hero Academia)

Beyblade

Yugioh

One punch man

Demon Slayer

Glitter Force

Attack on Titan

Voltron

Dr. Stone

Spy Family

Assassination Classroom

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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Hey lovelies! So ya’ll remember that Blue Tears idea I had a while ago?

Welp, it’s done :)

Enjoy the angst! <33

...............

“Fly away, you’re free...”

“..Pidge..?” Confused at the command given to them, Blue’s Pidgeot stared at the shattered remains of their pokeball, before staring back at their master.

He wasn’t even looking at them, but rather at the ground, messy brown bangs obscuring most of his face.

They didn’t fully understand what he meant by that.

After all they’ve been through together, this is what he does? Release them back into the wild...just like that?

Although Pidgeot wasn’t too familiar with this place, they recognized it as the entrance to Kanto’s tallest mountain. And this is where all of the extremely dangerous Pokémon and weather conditions resided.

That being said, why did he want them to leave? They didn’t see any of their friends’ pokeballs on him, so without them he’d be in grave peril.

Yet he didn’t seem to care as he sighed in irritation, annoyed that they were refusing to listen to him. “You’re free to live your own life again. I’m not your trainer anymore. Just go.”

The Bird Pokémon was extremely taken aback by his behavior, but then again...he hasn’t been the same ever since he lost his champion title--and other things he cared about, such as his Raticate.

Although they all knew it was an accident, Pidgeot thought that grief would make Blue even stronger. Even after losing to Red for the final time, they never stopped supporting him and vowed to train harder.

Maybe he finally reached his limit, unwilling to go on.

Yet when they shook their head in protest, he snapped. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be!! GO!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!” He yelled, kicking the pieces of the pokeball into the dirt, causing Pidgeot to flinch.

However during his fit, the bag accidentally slipped off his shoulder. As it tumbled to the ground they noticed something shiny and silver sticking out of the pouch:

Something sharp.

But they didn’t get a good chance to really see what it was as Blue scrambled to pick up his bag, sealing it shut with the item tucked back inside. He looked at his companion again, with exhaustion in his eyes. “...I’m sorry, I just...I need to face him alone. So please go and forget about me...goodbye.”

Those words devastated Pidgeot to the core, especially when he pleaded for them to “forget” about him.

How could they possibly do that?

What did he intend to do with that sharp shiny thing?

They had a bad feeling in their gut, and so they flapped their wings and flew off the mountain. Not out of obedience, but rather in a frantic pursuit to find the one person that could certainly help him and Red.

They can’t beg him to come back home.

But they knew exactly who could.

.........

“[Y/n], I don’t think it’s such a good idea for you to climb Mount Silver. The boys are probably fine-”

“Professor, I’ve looked all over town for them.” You huffed as you mounted your Rapidash outside of the Pokémon Lab, frowning down at Oak. “They’re my friends. I know Red likes going off on his own, but I know damn well Blue wouldn’t just disappear without telling me.”

At the mention of his grandson’s name, he fell quiet. It didn’t go unnoticed by you, which only made your blood boil even more.

You remembered fiercely defending Blue after Oak expressed great disappointment over his “failure” to keep his championship title for even a day before losing to Red.

Heck, even the silent trainer felt guilty seeing his rival getting chewed out. He nearly forgot that he still needed to go inside the Hall of Fame.

It made you wonder if that contributed to his desire to go into exile.

“Does he only matter to you when he’s training Pokémon or researching alongside you?”

“Wha..o-of course not!” The professor protested, frowning at your accusations. “He matters to me more than you know. I just..thought my words would give him the push to do better. Maybe I could have worded them differently, but-”

“You knew he was struggling with losing his Raticate. I would’ve thrown in the towel if any of my Pokémon died like that, but Blue didn’t because he’s not a quitter. But when he needed your support the most...you just told him his best wasn’t enough. Imagine how he feels right now...”

Shaking your head, you scratched Rapidash’s ears gently. She could understand your frustration as she snorted in agreement.

Oak knew there was some truth to your words. At the time, he didn’t even think about the fact that Blue cared so much for his Pokémon..not treating them like tools as he previously assumed.

But as he was about to give you another poor excuse for his harsh words, both of you heard a familiar bird cry and looked up, seeing a Pidgeot land in front of you.

At first you were confused, wondering why this one decided to randomly show up and greet you specifically.

Then...it clicked in your mind.

“Oh! You’re..Blue’s Pidgeot, right?”

“Pidge! Geot!!” They nodded frantically, using a wing to gesture up to Mt. Silver.

While you weren’t well-versed in Poke language, you knew that if they were here all alone...then Blue must’ve gotten trapped up there in the mountains.

What if Red was, too?

“Okay, okay..I’ll follow you up there.” You glanced back at Oak apologetically. “Sorry, chief. I hate going against your advice, but my friends are stuck up there. I have to go help them. My Pokémon are strong enough.”

“Alright, but do be careful.” He nodded in understanding, now looking gravely worried. “The weather up there can be unpredictable, too. Make sure you don’t get stuck up there yourself.”

“I promise I’ll get us all back home. Now let’s go, girl!" You shouted to Rapidash, who neighed and galloped after Blue’s Pidgeot, heading towards the nearest slope that will lead you up Mt. Silver the quickest.

This was officially a race against time. You had no idea if those two got cornered by extremely aggressive Pokémon or were simply lost in one of the caves...all you could do was pray that you weren’t too late.

Eventually, the three of you arrived at the cavern’s entrance, with Rapidash’s flames keeping you and Pidgeot warm as you went inside. ‘Thank Arceus I bundled up for this trip beforehand...’

You tried to be as quiet as possible so you didn’t provoke any of the wild Pokémon that might be clinging to the walls or hiding underground.

Honestly, you didn’t know where this path would lead to. But considering the footprints on the ground were still somewhat fresh, you knew one of the boys couldn’t have gone too far.

‘The only question now is how far could he have-’

“THIS IS FOR EVERYTHING!!!”

The sudden loud scream of anger startled you, especially when you recognized Blue’s voice. In panic and confusion, you bolted further into the cave, winding up in a chamber where...

You stumbled upon a rather horrifying scene:

Blue furiously attacking Red. Though not with any Pokémon moves..

But a gleaming bloodstained knife.

The silent trainer tried in vain to defend himself, but his arms got slashed up as blood dripped onto the ground beneath him. And eventually he was shoved down, a pained grunt leaving him.

You couldn’t believe this is where Red’s been after all this time. You would’ve been overjoyed to see him....under completely different circumstances.

His rival stood over him, purple sweater splattered in red as he looked down at him, grinning like a manic. Red’s eyes filled with tears, trying to shuffle towards his bag where his Pokémon were safely nestled inside. He couldn’t let any of them get into danger...even if they were powerful enough to overwhelm Blue.

“..p-please..don’t hurt them...” He managed to rasp, voice quivering in terror.

“...oh, so now you can talk, huh?! And that’s all you gotta say?!” Tilting his head, Blue’s smile only grew as he laughed hysterically. “You think you could just hide away up here?!! YOU THINK YOU COULD JUST WALK AWAY LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED?!!” He screamed. "You took everything from me, “Champion”..so now I’m gonna-”

“BLUE!!!”

Shocked by your unexpected arrival, he spun around with wide eyes to see you jumping off Rapidash. Then he noticed his Pidgeot by your side, scowling deeply at the bird for ratting him out like this. “P-Pidgeot..you brought them here?”

“Of course they did. I thought you guys were hurt, but...but this is insane. What do you think you’re doing?!”

Obviously, you were mortified that he planned to outright kill Red in some sickening act of “revenge”, but you remembered that you had to remain calm lest he did anything rash...to either you, Red, or himself.

After recalling Rapidash for her own safety, you took a few steps forward, trying to get to Red. And you immediately stopped as Blue held the blade against his own neck. Tears fully streamed down his face now, teeth gritted to bite back the sobs that wanted to escape.

“Hey, hey, hey...it’s okay, Blue.” You put your hands up, showing him you mean no harm. “You’re gonna be okay. Just please put the knife down. I know you’re in pain, but this isn’t going to make things better-”

“I-I didn’t want you to come here, [y/n]..” He sniffled. “You couldn’t just stay away. Now I have to kill you, too!!” Another hysterical laugh left his lips. “How funny...w-we grew up together, and now we’re all gonna die together and nobody will know where we are!!!”

“That’s not true.” You tried to reassure him. “Nobody has to die. We can all go home together. We can find another way to resolve this..to help you through your grief. I know you think Red deserves this...” For a brief moment, your gaze went to the other trainer’s. He was struggling to cover his wounds, barely breathing. “..but he doesn’t. He never meant to-”

“Why...Why are you defending this coward?! After all he did..h-he just runs away and thinks I’d just forgive and forget?!!”

“..n-no, Blue..”

Tensing, the brunette glanced back at Red, scowling. “Shut up, coward.” Then he looked to you again. “Tell me, [y/n]..who would you rather leave this mountain with? Me or him?”

His question had you in disbelief. How could you possibly choose?

You shook your head. “You know I can’t pick-”

“LIAR!! I KNOW IT WOULD BE HIM!! BECAUSE IT’S ALWAYS HIM!!” He snapped angrily, pointing his weapon at you as that maniacal grin from before displayed itself for you to see. “If you wanna “help me” so badly...then let’s make this quick.”

“Wha-!!”

All of the sudden, Blue yelled as he charged at you, swinging the knife--only for the blade to miss you by mere inches. Pidgeot panicked and used Gust to push him away from you, flapping their wings quickly so that you had time to get to the wounded Red.

“[Y/n]...please run..” He pleaded as you kneeled beside him. But you ignored him, instead calling out Chansey. At first she was stunned upon seeing the extent of his injuries, though at your request she began using Heal Pulse to aid him.

She needed to be absolutely focused on this task, so when you heard the wind stop, you got up to shield the pair from Blue. He was just staring you down furiously.

The murderous glint in his eyes barely made him seem human anymore..it was both tragic and horrific to see him reduced to this...to resort to killing over an accident, plus other things that his rival couldn’t have possibly expected to push him to this point.

It was like some supernatural force had taken ahold of his grief, driving it to the extreme.

Yet you firmly stood your ground. “So what now? You’re just gonna kill my Chansey, too? After all she’s done to heal you and your Pokémon?! Don’t you remember when she tried saving your Raticate?”

“”Trying” isn’t the same as actually saving, idiot!!” He snarled. “If you had any brains left, you know I can’t leave witnesses-”

However, he was interrupted as a pokeball attached to your belt suddenly popped open on its own, sending out..

Your Shiny Raticate.

“Grrrrrat!!!” They bared their fangs, glaring at the crazed trainer who dared to harm you.

Blue stared at them for a moment, and the back to you--who was just as surprised that they emerged without you calling for them. And he smiled, laughing quietly. “Y-Yours evolved?”

“I meant to tell you..but after what happened, it didn’t seem like the best time.” You told him apologetically. “I’m sorry.”

“...well..it doesn’t matter anymore.” He flicked the blade towards them. “They’ll be seeing my Raticate very soon!”

And with that, he charged blindly at your Pokémon, wanting to just land a single hit on them.

“Rat, dodge and use a light Quick Attack!!” You ordered.

The Shiny Raticate nodded and evaded the knife’s swipe, using that move you commanded to leave a scratch mark on his face. As Blue shouted in pain, he dropped the knife, blood trickling down his cheek. Once they grabbed the knife’s handle in their mouth, they carefully rushed back to your side, leaving it at your feet.

“Good job!” Smiling, you kneeled down to hug them, before pushing the knife behind you so Blue couldn’t get to it.

Speaking of whom, you looked up to see him collapse to his knees, his breathing shaky. With a trembling hand, he grabbed a nearby rock and clumsily threw it at the Shiny Raticate in a poor attempt to hurt them. But they huffed and climbed onto your shoulder, as you gazed at him in sadness.

“Blue, that’s enough. You’ve lost.”

“...th-that’s the problem, I always lose,” he began to sob, the crushing weight of his actions beginning to push down on him. “It’s not fair! Why do you get to be with your Pokemon..a-and I can’t?"

Through his tears, he sniffled as he noticed Chansey helping Red sit up, most of his wounds reduced to small scratches. “You think I-I wanted to hurt either of you?!! I just...I just wanted my life back...but I have nothing now. Not even that stupid knife...” Then he buried his face into his hands. “I-I can’t keep living like this!”

Your heart ached to hear his muffled sobbing, but it seems that bringing out your Shiny Raticate finally got through to him.

Maybe it’s because his and yours were best buddies as Rattatas. Back then, you didn’t know why yours had such a strange “mutation”, but just like Blue..you loved your companion unconditionally.

For a moment you looked at each other, before going over to comfort him. You kneeled down and hugged him, feeling him cling to you and cry like a little kid. The Shiny Raticate nuzzled the side of his head, frowning as they also understood his grief.

“I-I’m so sorry...”

“It’s alright.” You reassured him softly. “Let’s just go home, okay? Before we all freeze to death up here.”

Nodding, he quieted down as you let him go, helping him stand up. Red managed to get up with Chansey’s assistance, and you smiled at the pair. ‘Thank Arceus I got here just in time.’

You called out the rest of your Pokémon to help make the long journey back home and to the hospital. The three of you vowed to tell them that you just got attacked by wild Pokemon...nobody had to know what really happened up on Mt. Silver.

And as for Blue’s knife..it remained in the chamber, buried deep within the snow.

Never to be found again.

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