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plantedwrites · 2 years

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Harsh Words and Soft Hands

Pleaseeee this was supposed to be a quick little blurb for an alphabet request 😩 Ahh well... it is what it is 🙃 Enjoy my little Piers hoes! Also, it's probably not edited very well :)

Character- Piers

Type- Angst, Fluff

Word Count- 1557

By the time I finally walked through the apartment door I had a better sense of what the yelling voices were fighting over. By the looks of it, Marnie and Piers had already been going at it for a while before I even walked onto our street. The argument wasn’t over something new. It was the same one the two had been having for the last two weeks. Like any other young girl bursting onto the dating scene, Marnie met someone new and exciting. At first, Piers had been fairly excited about it, his baby sister almost 18 had met a girl she connected with. The later the two girls stayed out, however, is where Piers began to become increasingly bothersome to the teenager. It all came to a head when Marnie come home at the ripe hour of 3 am the night before. Piers had paced the whole apartment, dread clawing up the back of his throat. His little sister never stayed out that late, at least without telling him anyway.

“For fuck’s sake Marnie! What if you’d been attacked by some wild pokemon on your walk home” The vice-like grip Piers had on his hair told me all I needed to know. The sibling fight was about to blow up in everyone’s faces.

“It’s not as if I was walking home alone!” Marnie pointed a finger at her bag on the table, “I have a whole team of dependable pokemon right there.”

Sensing the two walking closer to the edge I stepped between them. Placing a hand on Piers’ back I tried to soothe my boyfriend the best I could. “Hey, why don’t we all take a breather? Take a walk or grab a glass of water.” I reached for his hand to gently guide him into the kitchen, “Calm down a little.”

Grabbing her bag and darting for the door Marnie jabbed at her brother, “You heard them, Piers. Go do something else and lay off me for once in your life!” With lightning reflexes, Piers had already blocked the door before the young girl could make her escape.

“Shove off Piers! I’m done talking about this!” Marnie retorted while pulling out a pair of headphones to block Piers off the only way she now could.

Within seconds Piers had quickly become red in the face from anger. It wasn’t very often that Piers got angry like this. Hell, it was even less often that the siblings even fought! ‘I’m your brother and I know what’s best,” Piers gritted, “If you’re gonna act like some stuck-up brat of a trainer then you can consider yourself grounded!”

“You’re joking?” Marnie laughed “You can’t be serious!” I’ve always known Piers to be slightly more overprotective of Marnie than what was necessary. In fact, me and Marnie even talked about it during one of our girl's nights. It all came down to the fact that Marnie was all Piers had for the longest time. He practically raised her once their parents essentially abandoned them. So I knew he wasn’t being completely fair about the whole situation. Especially since he hadn't been sleeping the best the past few nights with his insomnia kicking up again.

“Marnie why don’t you go cool down in your room while I talk with your brother, ok?” giving her a small smile a gently nudged her in the direction I wanted her to go.

“You’re not even a part of the damn family! I don't know why the hell you always act like you are y/n.” The words spewed out of Piers's mouth much to the shock of everyone in the room. Eyed wide, Marnie glanced between me and Piers, knowing that a very big line had just been crossed.

Clenching my jaw I slowly turned towards the tall man still blocking the door, “On second thought, Marnie, why don't you head out and give us some privacy?” My tone dripped with the venom of a Toxicroak, “Now. Please.”

Shoving past her still angry brother, Marnie shut the door loudly behind her. “What the fuck y/n!” Piers yelled, “First you interrupt us, then you actually have the nerve to just undermine everything I told her!”

Crossing my arms across my chest I glare at my boyfriend. “So the four years we've been together still means I’m not family?” I said. “Or how about we talk about the fact you just called your sister a stuck-up brat?” I continued.

Gripping his hair once again Piers rapidly paced the room. “You know damn well that I know and do what is best for my sister,” he yelled. “Not yours!” “Piers! You haven't slept properly in days! It's making you lash out at Marnie, your team, for fuck sakes me!” I gestured around the room as if it would further prove my point. “All I was trying to do was help you from saying something to your sister like you just said to me!”

Releasing a sign I drag a hand down my face and closed my eyes. ‘Breath, just breath’ I told myself. “Whatever,” Piers mumbled, “You can find somewhere else to stay tonight. I don't even wanna look at you right now.” With his final words, Piers stormed down the hall to our shared room. Slamming the door behind him.

Blinking away tears, I stood blankly. Staring at the last spot Piers was before everything blew up. I hastily ran for the balcony before my tears flooded my face and turned to full-blown sobs. Realistically I knew that everyone, especially Piers, was tired, stressed and more likely than not hungry. None of that mattered to my brain at the moment though. I was hurt and defeated. My heart hurt for Marine and her budding relationship. My heart hurt for the strain today's argument placed on the sibling's beautiful relationship. And most of all, my heart hurt for my own relationship with the moody rockstar himself.

Taking deep breaths the best I could I sat on the small couch placed on one side of the balcony, overlooking the city below. Once I had calmed down the best I could, I pulled out my phone and called Marnie. Having known the young girl longer than I even knew Piers, I knew she’d be in a bit of a state, wanting to talk to someone about the past few hours.

“Hello?” her voice rang through the speaker, sniffles following closely behind. “Hey, Marnie! Are you alright? I just wanted to check up on you, see if you needed or wanted anything.” Hearing her sign on the other end I continued, “No matter what happens you can always, always come and talk to me ok? You know that don’t you?”

“I know y/n, I know. Piers has just been on my case so much lately! I know he doesn’t mean any of it, not really anyway, but I still hate hearing him say it.” Adjusting to sit more comfortably on the couch I quickly replied, “I known hun. He hasn’t been sleeping all that well lately,” I sighed, “I think managing both the gym and working on his music career is all becoming too much for him. He’s wearing himself too thin.”

Hearing the faint sound of rustling leaves on the other end of the phone Marine speaks up after a moment of silence. “y/n, ya know that you’re family, right?” She pauses, waiting to see if I’ll speak, “You’re family to me and to Piers, even when he's being too much of a dick to notice!” I laugh faintly after her remark, knowing very well that it's true.

We talk a few moments longer before Marine mentions that she’d finally made it to Ballonlea where she was meeting up with Grace, the girl she was seeing. After hanging up the phone I figured it would be best to wait out on the balcony for just a while longer. I wanted to give Piers all the space he needed to think things through carefully.

“I thought you left.” His words were quiet and only just audible over the noise of the city below. Turning to face the man behind the voice, I’m met with the look of a broken and sad man. With a blotchy red face and a slightly hoarse voice from crying, Piers timidly raises his tear-stained eyes to mine.

“No,” I said, “I didn’t leave. Figured you’d be ready to talk properly later so I stayed.” Gesturing for him to come sit by me he obeyed. It was awkward at first. Most post-argument conversations are. Without warning and without hasty movement, we slowly drifted together. Leaning on each other, hands intertwined, Piers spoke for the second time that evening. “You’re family, my family,’ he kissed my forehead “You’re the love of my life and I’ll be damned if I push you away.” I could hear his voice crack slightly and squeezed his hand.

“I love you Piers. Always have, always will” I mumbled. “I know we need to talk about everything and I need to apologize to Marnie, but can we just sit here? Together?” Piers sounded almost unsure of what my answer was going to be.”

Leaning up and tilting his head, I placed a soft kiss on his lips reassuring him that we’ll take all the time he needs.

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yeehawbvby · 4 months

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It Was Always You | Ch. 3*

(Piers x OC Maxine)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Summary: "Max was growing impatient. She could barely even try to get a word in, too needy to handle herself. She wanted to tell him he felt amazing – better than she ever could’ve expected.

All she could manage was to try and heed his words. To be his good girl."

Author’s Note: Sorry it took so long to get this out! ;;w;; My health's been abysmal and writing has been tough.

This one's shorter than I would've liked it to be, but I hope it was worth the wait!

Enjoy and take care x

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It was shortly after Piers ate Max out that they decided to just go for it. There was a little stalling and more kissing (not that it was a bad thing), with both of them eager and antsy, but more nervous than they’d expected to be after so many years of mutual pining.

Max’s top and socks were gone at last, leaving her bare, and Piers finally began stripping. Max made timid offers as he worked his way out of his clothes to jerk him off, to suck him off, to do something in exchange for what he’d just done for her. She wanted to so badly, god, his cock was pretty to her. It was a decent length, and neither too wide nor too thin, with a pinkish gradient running between the tip and his base.

Piers denied her offer, telling her she could do it another time. That he would rather wait. That he needed to be inside her now.

But first, he teased her for trying to be so transactional.

He gruffly breathed against her lips between kisses, “Letting me taste that delicious pussy of yours while you came was a reward itself.”

As he said this, he ground against her and sighed, his own breath shaky as the underside of his dick slotted itself directly against Max’s folds. And if the feeling of his shaft pressing against her hadn’t made her moan, Piers’ words definitely would have.

What followed was some nervous laughter. “Oh my god,” Max squeaked into Piers’ mouth.

He laughed as he swallowed her words, before parting slightly to respond, “What, s’that too much?”

“Well, no, but…” Max finished her sentence by giggling some more, pressing her forehead to his, and shrugging.

Piers removed his palm from the cushion below them, tilting Max’s chin up before kissing her again. “Good,” another kiss, “it’s fun getting to finally say shit like this to you,” another, “your reactions are more adorable than I’d ever imagined.”

Max moved her hands from Piers’ shoulders to his cheeks. Completely flustered, she asked quietly, “You’ve imagined this?”

“‘Course I have,” he answered like it was obvious. Max felt Piers’ hips shift between her thighs. “Haven’t you?”

With the angle Piers has now placed himself, his tip was threatening to glide right into Max. There was no friction stopping him — only Piers’ determination to make this last. To draw as much as he could out of Max, to see if she would beg him to fuck her before he gave in himself. Arceus, it was a treat, hearing her beg for him twice now. He wanted to see if he could wring some more pleas from her.

Max whimpered. She wasn’t expecting him to just… be there. All it would take is a nudge of his hips or a wiggle of her own to sheath him into her. It took every fiber of her being not to, but she persevered. Wanted to build anticipation and see what else Piers would do first.

She nodded, answering his question.

“Yeah?”

Max gave up her plans immediately. Something about the way he said that one simple word…

She wiggled a bit.

Piers removed his hand from her cheek and held her down by the hip. Max tried moving again anyway and Piers smirked as he tightened his grip. Not so hard that it hurt badly, but hard enough that it might leave bruises.

Max was so into it. She swallowed back a moan, exhaled, and finally nodded. Looked at the space between Piers and herself next and felt Butterfrees let loose in her stomach.

His lithe torso was just barely hovering over Max’s similarly sized yet much softer one. Something about the contrast looked interesting. She couldn’t tell if it was in a good or a bad way, but it made her feel something at least.

Piers’ cock was perfectly lined up and ready to go; and to Max, it felt surreal to see him naked at all, let alone like this.

He cut Max away from her thoughts. “How often?”

“Hm?”

“How often have you imagined this, Max?” he purred.

Her face burned at the question.

“How many times have you thought about being fucked by me?”

Piers readjusted himself, letting Max’s hip free so as to rub his head along her slit. He sighed, a small hum escaping him, and smiled wider when Max’s nervous awe transitioned into pleasure. He dipped his face down in succession, but didn’t let their mouths touch.

Not expecting his shy (and probably a bit overstimulated, physically and mentally) companion to answer, he continued a short moment later. “How many times have you fucked yourself while thinking about me,” he inhaled with an open mouth as he pressed the sensitive underside of his dick against her harder, then went on, “while wishing it was me?” Piers felt a cool breeze on his lips, Max near-silently gasping.

The answer was a resounding plenty, but she didn’t say that. She couldn’t form the words to. She could only briefly reminisce on all the times she’d pretended that a sex toy was his cock, or that her fingers were his.

Bringing his tip back down to Max’s opening, Piers gave her a brief kiss before he murmured against her, “‘Cause I’ve been doing it for years.” He shifted around a little, letting his head just barely dip inside her before taking it out.

Max whimpered. It was one of the loudest noises she’d made so far.

Piers felt proud of her.

Repeated the action, biting down on his lip to silence himself as he basked in how Max’s mouth widened and how her eyelashes fluttered. Piers usually didn’t care if he moaned during sex — he didn’t see it as emasculating, or whatever the fuck other men tended to think — but he did his best to mute himself this time, wanting to experience Max to the fullest degree.

Max, while this was going on, was absolutely brainless. She couldn’t believe the shit Piers had been saying, or how hot he sounded while doing it, or how sexy his heady breaths were, or how fucking good just that small centimeter of insertion felt.

This was all like something out of a fanfic — she couldn’t wrap her head around people like this actually existing. That she could feel so much lust while feeling so lusted after. It felt unreal.

Just like he had done earlier, Piers let his weight fall onto his forearm as he shifted the hand that had been grounding himself to Max’s face. “Oi,” Gave her a little pull to meet his eyes. “Eyes on me, yeah?”

Piers knew eye contact was hard for Max. And he wouldn’t put it against her if it got to be too much, but her eyes were huge and bright and expressive and so goddamn pretty to him. He couldn’t help but be hopeful.

Her eyes widened at the command, but as she relaxed her lids, she nodded, her brows furrowing slightly. A nonvocal way to tell either herself or Piers that she’d do her best. Maybe both? Either way, he got the message.

“Atta girl,” he teased her.

Didn’t expect her to quietly squeak and avert her eyes. He felt her stim behind him, anxiously swirling the short baby hairs near his nape between her fingers.

Was she into being praised?

“Oh?” he grinned wickedly. His already baritone voice dropped a pitch too.

Max winced. Knew she’d been caught. She then tried her best to resume eye contact, but her eyes kept flickering away.

Piers decided to soften up on her a little. Rubbing her cheek, he whispered, “Hey.” A few heartbeats later, Max’s eyes were back on his. “There’s my good girl,” he sweetly praised her, his voice just as gentle as before. Max’s eyes widened and her eyebrows twitched, and she took in a shallow breath through her nose.

Cute, Piers thought.

He parted her shaggy bangs — which were a little limp with sweat — down the middle of her forehead to leave a kiss between them. Max leaned into his touch, resting her cheek further into his hand. When he pulled his lips off her skin, he rested his brow to hers.

Max clearly enjoyed how intense Piers had been, but he could tell that she equally wanted something sweet from him. He decided at that moment to save his plans to make her beg for another time. He wasn’t above continuing to tease, but he didn’t want to lay it on too thick either.

His cock was still lined up with her cunt. Through his lashes, he locked onto her deep blue irises before slowly inching his way inside her.

“Fucking hell,” he sighed, shutting his eyes.

In the meantime, Max’s mouth gaped, her chest heaved, her head tilted back just a little, and a soft mewl came from her throat. The noise carried on slightly as Piers kept going; he took his time fully inserting himself, wanting to give both himself and Max some time to adjust. Wanting to savor this moment.

When Piers opened his eyes, he noticed Max watching the scene between them. If she’d been frazzled at the view she’d seen earlier, just imagine how erotic this felt to her now. She thought her heart was going to leap out of her throat.

Wanting to give Max a show, Piers almost fully pulled out, quietly humming through the pleasure as he slid back in. His gaze remained on Max’s the whole time. Wanted to see how she’d react to watching him bury his cock inside her. This time, her body writhed a little and she sucked in her bottom lip to suppress a moan.

Shifting his hand from her cheek to her jaw, Piers tugged her swollen lip away from her bite to stabilize her with a kiss. Her fingers tightened their hold on his mane, practically hugging his face to hers as they licked and sucked each other’s sounds away.

Only for a brief moment did Piers break the silence, pulling away to get a proper look at Max.

“Alright?”

She nodded, braving his eyes. As she did this, he dug a little deeper, causing her to punctuate her response with a gasp.

Piers’ eyes flickered to Max’s mouth and back before he observed, “You feel fucking incredible.” Gave her another kiss, then, “I’m going to go faster, s’that alright?”

Max tried to hum a “Mhm” in agreement, but it came out as a moan, muffled by her own closed lips.

Piers didn’t want to push her boundaries, but god, he hoped he could persuade some more sounds out of her.

He decided to try.

Tilting down, he asked, “Think you can do something for me, love?”

Piers called everyone “love,” as some Galarians just tended to, but each time he’d said it today specifically caused Max’s heart to stutter. Her gaze followed Piers’ lips as they drew nearer to hers, and she nodded, prompting him to continue speaking.

“If anything I do makes you feel good,” he muttered, their lips touching but not kissing yet again, “I want you to fucking scream for me.” A nervous chirp sounded from Max’s throat. Piers laughed, his teeth brushing her lips before briefly pecking her lips. “Can you try to do that for me?”

Unsure of herself, unsure of whether or not Piers was being serious or just saying things to turn her on, and wanting to be totally honest, Max looked Piers in the eyes and shrugged. She was worried she was ruining this with her straight-forwardness, but it was one of the things Piers liked most about her. She was nothing if not honest. He grinned and kissed her again, giving her another deep thrust for good measure. Max parted from him with a gasp and a mewl.

“It’s alright if you can’t,” he reassured her.

Another deep thrust, this one a little harder. He could tell Max was doing her best as she murmured a barely audible half-curse.

His words gravelly, Piers voiced his approval, a slight laugh in his tone. “Arc’s sake, please try, though.”

Another snap of Piers’ hips paired with another moan from Max, this one slightly more vocal than the last. Her face must’ve looked like that of a Centiskorch. It had felt hot since they started their activities, but she almost couldn’t handle this.

Almost.

“That’s it, love.” Another and another, respectively. “There you go,” Piers grinned.

Max’s eyes struggled to stay open as she sighed, her lids fluttering.

Piers broke his focus from her eyes to kiss her again. God, he loved her lips. After another snap, he parted slightly, gasping into her mouth, which was newly opened for a wanton moan.

Max was growing impatient. She could barely even try to get a word in, too needy to handle herself. She wanted to tell him he felt amazing – better than she ever could’ve expected. That she loved the way he was talking to her. That she could cum again, soon, if he just went a little harder and faster and just kept talking. That she wanted him to absolutely fucking wreck her. That she’d always wanted him to.

All she could manage was to try and heed his words. To give him more to praise her for.

To be his good girl.

His… her tummy fluttered thinking about it. He did call her that earlier, no? His good girl?

She hoped he’d, y’know, meant it. Not just in the moment — she wanted something more to come from this. Her heart warmed at the realization that it seemed likely to happen.

Another harsh jerk of Piers’ hips released Max from her sappy thoughts. Head foggy and body on auto-pilot, she couldn’t even tell how much louder she’d been growing.

Piers was over the moon.

He leaned up, mourning the loss of Max’s quick breaths on his face, but wanting a fuller view. Wanting to see her face. To watch her chest bounce with each movement, to admire her bicolored hair shining beneath the cool lighting of her apartment, to see her belly fold on itself slightly with each impact.

He’d never seen anything prettier than her in his life.

When Piers retreated, Max indulged in a temporary brush against his bare chest and stomach. She was openly staring, letting her fingers drag their way down slowly. Felt her face tingle a little as she momentarily grazed Piers’ happy trail.

She didn’t really know where to put her hands after, and Piers could tell, so he retreated his recent, dainty hold on her thighs and rested on his hands again, silently offering up his arms for support. Max accepted, her nails quickly digging in harder than she’d realized they were. Piers didn’t mind, knowing he’d probably admire the pale pink crescents she left behind.

Max abandoned one arm in favor of reaching up towards Piers’ face, gently cupping his cheek. It was hard to manage with this much motion, but she made it work. He slowed his pace and leaned into her touch and blissfully closed his eyes before pressing a kiss to Max’s palm. Made her feel melty.

As if he was just destined to be a deviant, Piers locked his eyes back onto hers – cheek still in her hand – and picked up the pace almost mercilessly. Practically fucked speech right back into Max.

“Fuck!”

“Ha,” he laughed, his breath airy, “welcome back.”

Max pursed her lips, brows upturned and throat making some kinds of noises while she tried to glare at him. She didn’t mind when he or other close friends teased her about how quickly she can switch between verbal and nonverbal, but she always retaliated with faux annoyance. It was a bit, at this point. She wouldn’t abandon a good running gag now.

She didn't have the ability to say anything without it coming out desperate, but she tried. Failed miserably. What was supposed to be “Oh, shut up, Piers,” came out as a lewd and whiny, “Oh, sh-shit, Piers!”

Piers bit his lip, trying to hide his proud grin. Couldn’t stop himself from letting a hand roam from the couch, to her ribs, to her chest. His squeezes around her boobs were more intense than they’d been in his earlier stupor, but she leaned into it, arching herself slightly to silently encourage the behavior. He caught on, pushing her down similarly to how he had pinned her by the hips earlier. Even started to ram into her harder with the extra leverage as assistance, keeping his rapid pace.

Since only one tit was being secured, Max needed to balance herself; she moved her hand from Piers’ arm to her unattended breast, cupping her palm over the top so as to ease the bouncing while bravely letting Piers view her. Piers opted to replace her hand – a little jealous that the hand wasn’t his own, honestly – by gently moving it aside. He punctuated the action by putting more weight onto her for a moment. Letting himself really feel her. Pinching her nipples, massaging the soft, plump tissue, convincing himself he could probably get off on just her reactions to his hands’ little motions alone.

“Fuck,” Max mewled, holding her small hands over his larger ones. Something about feeling his fingers while they worked was doing it for her.

“How’s this feel?”

Before she could answer, Max moaned. It was all the confirmation Piers needed. He gave her one last harsh squeeze before experimenting with her some more.

“How about this?” he prodded, dragging his hands down her curves and almost forcefully squeezing her sides.

Same reaction – Max moaned on the impact, as did Piers in tandem. “So good,” she strained.

Max’s answer served as motivation. “So good,” she said? Piers wanted her to feel fucking incredible, not just “good.”

(She did feel incredible, thanks to him. Made no difference to him in the moment, though.)

Piers used Max’s hips to aid himself. With each push into Max’s cunt, Piers pulled her against him.

The fat of her ass and thighs making firmer contact filled the room with loud smacks.

They both silently hoped that Misdreavus wouldn’t misread the situation and come back out of Max’s room.

Piers could’ve sworn he felt Max growing wetter now, too. Couldn’t tell if it was more from the sound, the roughness, or the sex itself. Max couldn’t either, if she was to be asked about it, but she definitely felt her body’s innate reactions. There was no friction whatsoever between them, Piers’ cock sliding in and out like she was a second skin. Like they were quite literally made for each other.

“God, Max,” Piers lilted. Max hummed, both inquisitively and pleasurably. “You’re fucking amazing,” he admitted.

Something about her friend’s sincerity was breaking Max. “P-Piers–”

“Cum for me,” he cut her off, knowing where this was going; feeling Max pulse around him, her cunt gripping him so hard he swore he could see stars. “Please — fuck — come on, cum for me.” A downright pornographic cry from Max sent Piers tipping over the edge. His voice wavered and he gripped her hips harder while she scratched red marks onto his arms. “Fuck Max, just like that. Cum on my cock, love,” he all but commanded.

Shit. Holy fucking shit.

All of Max’s inhibition snapped as she let go, nodding as if to confirm that she’d do as Piers asked. “Oh, fuck, holy shit!” In succession, she felt Piers’ dick begin to throb, only heightening the sensation. “God, Piers, please, oh my god!”

She meant to beg him to cum with her, to ask him if he could, to plead for him to not stop – oh god he could not stop yet. But her mind blanked, spewing only desperate babbles and half-requests.

“Thaaat’s it,” Piers cooed, “You’re doing so well.” Another act of good measure, because it couldn’t hurt, right? “Mmfuck, so fucking tight, love,” he rambled on, “such a perfect pussy.”

Naturally, that cut through Max’s daze.

“God, Piers,” she repeated herself, more breathlessly this time.

Piers chuckled, then immediately followed with, “Fuck— you’re on the pill or somethin’, yeah?”

The shot, actually, but this was no time for semantics. Max nodded. “Mhm.”

“Mind if I—“

“Please,” Max nodded vigorously, chasing the end of her high and hoping his would follow. “Cum in me Piers, please don’t stop.”

“Oh fuck.” That was the absolute last thing he expected. Threw him off.

He tossed his head back for a brief moment as he slowed his pace to ease his way through his orgasm, but quickly abandoned the impulse, favoring drinking Max in. Her round, red cheeks; her darkened eyes, with pupils that might as well have been heart-shaped; her adorable tits, rising and falling in a ragged rhythm with her chest and his. The shape of her mouth as she let out her last few mewls, winding herself down and powering through these last few moments.

Ending things the way this started, Piers collapsed on to his forearms, pressing his forehead to Max’s. Her eyes were shut as she wrapped her arms around his neck, resting them there like a loose hug.

Neither of them said anything for a few beats. They were both tired, both processing the past hour or so, and both completely at a loss for words.

There was so much to discuss… but at the same time, nothing at all, really? They knew they loved each other. They finally made the leap past kissing. They’d both kind of just assumed that, past this point, they’d begin a proper relationship. What more was there to talk about?

Well, for starters…

“You talk a lot,” Max sleepily observed.

Piers chuckled. “Sorry. Bit much, innit?”

An almost immediate shake of Max’s head followed. She did not think it was too much. He blew her fucking mind with how vocal he’d been, honestly. Felt like a changed woman.

Max’s reaction made Piers laugh a little louder. The sound made Max smile, which coaxed Piers’ grin wider.

He pulled back slightly, wanting to look Max in the eye. “So, um… ha, would it be corny of me to choose now to tell you I love you?” Probably should’ve told her before all this, but shit happens.

Max beamed as she nodded, a giddy laugh slipping out with the action.

“Damn. I’ll take it back then.”

Nose crinkling and brows furrowing, Max shook her head. “No way!”

“Last time I ever try to be a melt with you.”

“You know it won’t be.”

Piers glared down at Max playfully. She snorted a little, intensifying her laughter and causing Piers to join in, his forehead resting against hers once more.

Max cupped Piers’ face in her hands and whispered her affections back. “I love you too.”

Piers beamed just as brightly as Max had, his white teeth and minty eyes gleaming. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.” Piers sealed the confession with a kiss before standing. He trekked across the room to the bathroom and grabbed a towel, moistening it in the sink before bringing it back to the couch. Instinctually, Piers began to wipe Max as clean as he could. “Ya know, I didn’t think you had it in you to tell me to cum in you.”

Max covered her burning face with her palms. “Shut up…”

“Are you shitting me? You’ll never live that down, Miller.”

“Damn it.”

“It was so hot.”

“Ough…”

“Flip over,” Piers abruptly ordered, pairing his command with a final swipe up Max’s pussy with the towel.

Max shuddered at the motion before she sat up, unenthusiastically rolling over onto her belly and resting her left cheek to her crossed forearms. “Why?”

A smile evident in his voice, Piers answered matter-of-factly, “Just wanted to see your bum.” As Piers spoke, Max felt a large hand run across the small of her back, followed by two sliding down her hips, each ending their stride by lightly gripping a cheek. “Fuckin’ knew it would be cute.”

Max could only bury her face in her arms and squeak.

A short silence passed.

“What if I just…?” Piers gave Max’s ass a light smack.

They both laughed quietly in response to how pathetic that little tap had sounded.

“Are you, like, asking for future reference?”

The first vowel was dragged out as Piers responded, “I wasn’t, but now I am.”

“Dunno,” Max shrugs, “I’d probably like it.”

“Very good to know.”

“Are you into hair pulling?” she followed up.

“Probably.”

“I noticed.”

“What?”

“Every time I gave you a little, you know,” Max lazily stuck up her hand so that Piers could see, if he was watching, and made a small tugging motion with her right hand as she spoke, “you reacted.”

“Well, yeah, wouldn’t you?”

Max shrugged, still assuming Piers was watching her. He was.

He leaned over her body, getting low and close to her face as he wove his left hand into her hair. Max tilted her head slightly in his direction, then swallowed a squeak as she was yanked to meet his eyes.

Her lower belly grew a familiar heat, as if she hadn’t just been sent to the moon and back via her friend’s fingers, mouth, and cock, in that order.

Piers grinned evilly at the revelation. “Noted.”

Max shook her head a little to free herself, wincing and blushing and grumbling under her breath. Piers chuckled and let her go, only to go right for the kill, his voice low in her ear. “What about choking?”

He slowly trailed the hand that has been in Max’s hair to the front of her throat, tracing feathery lines across it with his fingertips.

Max was very into it, actually. “Oh don’t do this to me…” she muttered defeatedly, letting herself shiver at the sensation

“Ohohoho,” Piers mischievously chuckled in response. “You looove this, don’t you?” he asked, tightening his grip. Max felt her core tingle as she inaudibly gasped. Looked away. Was tugged to look back at Piers and bit down on her lip.

“God,” he sighed. “This is gonna be fun.”

“You’re bloody insatiable!” Piers nodded in agreement with a goofy grin and loosened his grip so Max could speak more easily. “I need some time to recuperate, dude.”

“Fair.” Piers sat up and continued admiring this side of Max’s body. Mainly her back this time. He noticed some barely-there birthmarks scattered around and began tracing them, connecting them in his mind like constellations.

“Aaand also to just lay here and do nothing for a while,” she continued, yawning.

An image of what situation Max had been in before they started pressing around flashed in Piers’ mind.

He paused the movement of his fingers. “When was the last time you ate?” He was met with silence. He knew that meant it had been a while. “Max!” he scolded.

“I didn’t have the energy to cook for myself and my team…”

“Did you at least PelipperEats anything?” She nodded. “Good. When?”

“…What day is it?”

“Maxine!”

Burying her face into her arms she whined, “Don’t yell at me!”

Piers groaned, pressing his forehead to Max’s back. “Let’s at least get something in you before you rot away some more, yeah?”

“Fine…”

Max sat up, kneeling beside Piers and wrapping her arms around her midsection. Piers pulled her against him, his hand resting on the one that was covering her left side. With the other, he brought the towel to his dick, wiping himself down the best he could with one hand.

”You wanna go grab some new clothes?”

Max tilted her head and looked up at him. ”Are we going out?”

“‘Course we are, you need fresh air.”

Max sighed. “Yeah, I guess.”

She stood up and gathered both of their discarded clothes. Had to bend over near Piers’ face to reach some pieces.

“Arc above, this view.”

Max glared at Piers over her shoulder, her face on fire. Tossed his shirt at his face to make her escape, giggling while he scoffed in her wake.

Upon entering her bedroom, Max was relieved to see Misdreavus peacefully snuggled up with another mon she was keeping in her current leisure-team rotation: a recently hatched Toxel. She had worried before that the creature would give her an earful over how loud and scandalous her recent actions have been, but she was safe… for now, at least.

After picking out her favorite outfit – a comfy, cropped, blue jumper; a long, light pink skirt; and some chunky, pastel, multi-colored trainers, to give her barely-150 cm stature some length – she quickly dressed herself and met Piers near the door to put on her outwear.

“Where’re we going?”

“Your choice.”

“This was your idea,” Max pouted.

“I fuck the last braincell out of you or something?” the man teased, earning a hearty giggle from Max. “You pick.”

“I mean…”

“Pfft. Let’s figure it out together while we walk, yeah?”

“‘Kay.”

Piers held out a hand for Max to take as they trekked to the elevator. “Premarital hand-holding?” Max feigned offense, unable to contain her giggles.

After a cheeky glare, Piers shoved his hand in his pocket and took wider strides, forcing Max to jog a little to keep up.

“Damn it,” she grumbled, forcing her hand into Piers’ pocket to take.

He slowed down to a comfortable walking pace again. “Atta girl.” Max cringed at herself for warming at the comment. Piers noticed. “Easy as that, eh?”

“Shut up.”

“Just trying to give you what you want, love.”

“Oh my god.”

“Pet names already?” He was insufferable. “‘God’ sounds a bit mighty for me, but I’ll take it.”

“I’m gonna go search for a Revavroom to run me over.”

“Alright, dramatic.”

As expected, their playful bickering continued all the way to their impromptu destination.

Somewhere along the way, they aggressively decided to mark this occasion as their first date.

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amildlyspookydeer · 3 months

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penny pokemon is ABSOLUTELY fanfiction girlie. you know shes on that rpf lifestyle. she reads fanfics about gym leaders she's never met. she's a raihan/leon/piers shipper and only reads the most nasty smut she can find of them except she also reads hyper fluffy ones and she's more embarrassed about those. she has the rika x reader tab on pokemon ao3 open and when she met rika after getting caught hacking the pokemon government for crypto, it made it weird. she closed the tab but after a few months and finishing community service she opens it again and tries to ignore the sense of impending doom and the fact that she knows this woman in real life. she has to reevaluate her choices when she gets asked to actually work with the league. no one but her after dark, privated twitter followers know of her depravity.

#penny pokemon #pokemon #pokemon sv #rika pokemon #kbdnnz #idk if thats the tag on here otl #spooky speaks #pokemon tag #shitpost #penny obviously does not care much for ethics beyond people being happy but due to that it has lead her down the rpf selfship path #pokemon sv spoilers #the indigo disk #idk if there are any spoilers in this just being safe lmao

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max-with-mons · 4 months

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💗𝕄𝕒𝕩'𝕤 𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤 💙

Hello, hi, how are you? I am Max, and yes I did disappear for quite a while due to being very behind in college work, but am now adjusting my blog to be stress relief when not studying- instead of additional stress :')

This will be exactly the same as my last rules post, just with a few big changes. If you decide you like my works, I recommend checking here often as things might change slightly sometimes :)

And yes. I am very aware this is a lot of characters. I like them. And I want to write things I like, without worrying about it being popular :3

!RULES BELOW!

𝔹𝕃𝕆𝔾 ℝ𝕌𝕃𝔼𝕊

If your blog is completely blank, I will block you as assuming you're part of the bot army

I would prefer asks over messages, unless it's a question of personal comfort when requesting (but anonymous asks will always be an option)

I will no longer be open to writing dark or mature content (with one exception) - so no angst or smut (I tried and felt awful about writing it for pokemon)

Despite the above I would still prefer no interaction from ageless blogs, but am aware that a lot of ageless blogs probably won't listen

If anyone ever wants to say hi, ask random stuff, or discuss favourite mons/games/characters, just send an ask to start talking :D

Side note: I have figured out how to reply to comments despite this not being my main

ℝ𝔼ℚ𝕌𝔼𝕊𝕋 ℝ𝕌𝕃𝔼𝕊

Please be polite when requesting :)

I apologise in advance if requests take me a while, I am a full time college student currently playing catch up with study and exam deadlines

For characters, anyone under 16 will be aged to 16, but I will only go as far as kissing romance-wise for them

As mentioned in blog rules, dark content and smut will never be a part of this blog for any characters- with the exception of comfort fluff

Comfort fluff is okay for the topic of mental health issues, but must have a happy or relatively happy end

Please specify if you want platonic or romantic

Also please specify the reader's gender!

In regards to gender, I am more comfortable writing fem x fem or male x male, but gn is fine for either (I am not straight myself, and personal experience makes me very uncomfortable with male x fem relationships in my own writings)

With request specifics, please put as much detail as you can- if it's a simple 'Lillie x fem reader fluff' I will either only do headcanons or make up my own scenario and as such can't guarantee you'll like it

For headcanons you can request up to 5 different characters per scenario (but I can split extra characters into pt.2 etc)

ℂℍ𝔸ℝ𝔸ℂ𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕊 𝔽𝕆ℝ ℝ𝔼ℚ𝕊

Hau (sun/moon/ultra)

Gladion (sun/moon/ultra)

Lillie (sun/moon/ultra)

Plumeria (sun/moon/ultra)

Guzma (sun/moon/ultra)

Hop (sword/shield)

Marnie (sword/shield)

Allister (sword/shield)

Leon (sword/shield)

Piers (sword/shield)

Raihan (sword/shield)

Nemona (scarlet/violet)

Arven (scarlet/violet)

Penny (scarlet/violet)

Iono (scarlet/violet)

*ℂℍ𝔸ℝ𝔸ℂ𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕊 ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝕐𝔼𝕋 𝔽𝕆ℝ ℝ𝔼ℚ𝕊

Trace (let's go pikachu/eevee)

Chase (let's go male MC)

Elaine (let's go female MC)

Silver (heartgold/soulsilver)

Ethan (heart/soul male MC)

Lyra (heart/soul female MC)

Falkner (heartgold/soulsilver)

Whitney (heartgold/soulsilver)

Jasmine (heartgold/soulsilver)

Clair (heartgold/soulsilver)

Brock (heartgold/soulsilver)

Misty (heartgold/soulsilver)

Sabrina (heartgold/soulsilver)

Blue (heartgold/soulsilver)

Brendan (omega/alpha male MC)

May (omega/alpha female MC)

Wally (omega ruby/alpha sapphire)

Roxanne (omega ruby/alpha sapphire)

Brawly (omega ruby/alpha sapphire)

Flannery (omega ruby/alpha sapphire)

Barry (pearl/diamond/platinum)

Lucas (pearl/diamond/plat male MC)

Dawn (pearl/diamond/plat female MC)

Cheryl (pearl/diamond/platinum)

Marley (platinum)

Roark (pearl/diamond/platinum)

Gardenia (pearl/diamond/platinum)

Maylene (pearl/diamond/platinum)

Aaron (pearl/diamond/platinum)

Cynthia (pearl/diamond/platinum)

Hilbert (black/white/V1 male MC)

Hilda (black/white/V1 female MC)

Cheren (black/white/V1 OR V2)

Bianca (black/white/V1 OR V2)

Hugh (black/white/V2)

N (black/white/V1 OR V2)

Nate (black/white/V2 male MC)

Rosa (black/white/V2 female MC)

Cilan (black/white/V1)

Chili (black/white/V1)

Cress (black/white/V1)

Lenora (black/white/V1) PLATONIC ONLY

Elesa (black/white/V1)

Drayden (black/white/V1) PLATONIC ONLY

Iris (black/white/V1)

Grimsley (black/white/V1)

Roxie (black/white/V2)

Marlon (black/white/V2)

Colress (black/white/V2)

Calem (X/Y male MC)

Serena (X/Y male MC)

Shauna (X/Y)

Viola (X/Y)

Korrina (X/Y)

Valerie (X/Y)

Diantha (X/Y)

Elio (sun/moon male MC)

Selene (sun/moon male MC)

Mallow (sun/moon/ultra)

Lana (sun/moon/ultra)

Acerola (sun/moon/ultra)

Mina (sun/moon/ultra)

Hapu (sun/moon/ultra)

Nanu (sun/moon/ultra) PLATONIC ONLY

Olivia (sun/moon/ultra) PLATONIC ONLY

Hala (sun/moon/ultra) PLATONIC ONLY

Prof Kukui & Burnet (sun/moon/ultra) PLATONIC ONLY

Victor (sword/shield male MC)

Gloria (sword/shield female MC)

Bede (sword/shield)

Klara (sword/shield)

Avery (sword/shield)

Nessa (sword/shield)

Milo (sword/shield)

Rei (arceus male MC)

Akari (arceus female MC)

Adaman (arceus)

Irida (arceus)

Volo (arceus)

Florian (scarlet/violet male MC)

Juliana (scarlet/violet female MC)

Kieran (scarlet/violet)

Mela (scarlet/violet)

Rika (scarlet/violet)

Lacey (scarlet/violet)

Carmine (scarlet/violet) PLATONIC ONLY

Dendra (scarlet/violet) PLATONIC ONLY

Jacq (scarlet/violet) PLATONIC ONLY

Nurse Miriam (scarlet/violet) PLATONIC ONLY

*when it says not yet for reqs, it means I'm still working on personal headcanons for them, but will accept reqs once I'm good on their personality :)

#pokemon #pokemon fanfic #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon x reader #intro post #reqs open #request rules #blog intro #blog rules

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brainrotpot · 3 days

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⤜♡ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ♡⤛

Hello! I am Gear, and this is my writing blog. I primarily plan to write smut, but I will occasionally write fluff too.

DNI:

PROSHIPPERS, DREAMSMP STANS, MINORS, LOLI/SHOTACONS

Here is my masterlist! My requests are: closed!

⇀What I Will Write:

Smut

NonCon

DubCon

A/B/O (also known as Omegaverse)

Fluff

Platonic stuff

DISCLAIMER: Yes, I will write about terrible shit but I do not like the terrible shit that happens IRL.

ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: I am a gay transmasc dude, so my horny/romantic posts 99% of the time will be about men. I'd prefer not writing smuts for women (feels awkward bc i am not attracted to them) but I am not eliminating it off of the table.

⇁What I Will Not Write:

Incest+ Stepcest (I also block these posts/users on sight)

NSFW of minor/minor coded characters (please read my characters I won't write for list)

Scat/Shit

Watersports/piss

Vomit/basically any bodily fluid that isn't blood or cum

Minor x adult ships

Here is my list of characters I won't be writing for.

↬MY FANDOMS:

Team Fortress 2

JJBA Parts 4-6

Trigun Stampede

Pokemon SWSH/SV

Fire Force

Genshin

Honkai Star Rail

Stardew Valley

These are not all of them, but the ones I will probably be writing the most for.

↬ MY FAVES:

Genshin:

Baizhu, Beidou, Bennett, Chongyun, Diluc, Heizou, Freminet, Furina, Kaveh, Shinobu, Layla, Lyney, Neuvillette, Kokomi, Tartaglia, Tighnari, Venti, Wriothesley

HSR:

Argenti, Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Gallagher, Gepard, Hanya, Jingyuan, Lynx, March 7th, Misha, Sampo Koski, Silver Wolf, Topaz, Xueyi

JJBA:

Kira, Reimi, Rohan, Mikitaka, Okuyasu, Tonio, Yukako,

literally the main cast, Diavolo, Melone

literally the main cast again, Donatello, Pucci

PKMN:

SWSH: Allister, Avery ,Bede ,Gordie ,Leon, Marnie, Piers, Raihan, Rose

SV: Arven, Dendra, Grusha, Hassel, Jacq, Larry, Oretaga, Rika

FF:

Arthur, Benimaru, Joker, Shinra, Takeru, VIKTOR, Vulcan

Stardew:

Elliott, Penny, Sam, Shane, Sebastian

I currently do not have any consistent schedule planned! I also plan to mainly do oneshots, no long stories. Have fun reading!

#en en no shōbōtai #genshin impact #introduction #intro post #fire force #jjba #genshin #hsr #honkai star rail #stardew valley #pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon swsh #pokemon sv #pokemon scarlet and violet

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sleepingdeath-light · 11 months

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piers smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (20/05/23) [2/2]

fandom(s) ; pokémon

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; piers

outline ; “Piers x reader sfw and nsfw headcanons since you’re into Pokémon now 😘 also I’m 22!”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, bdsm, sadomasochism, description of genitals, references to groupies

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

this man would 100% have a prince albert piercing as well as nipple piercings and all of them are quite sexually sensitive

before you two got together he used to sleep with some of the groupies that were massive fans of his — all of them were flings, however, as he didn’t feel right entering a relationship with that kind of power imbalance

he’s extremely talented with his hands and he has an innate talent for being able to find the most sensitive spots inside of you and can finger you to climax in less than a minute if he wants to

extremely kinky switch with a sadomasochistic streak, but he refuses to do anything along those lines before setting up strict boundaries and safe words and systems with you so that both of you can stay safe

a massive tease with a filthy mouth, like he’ll walk up to you and grab your hips and whisper the most deliciously dirty things in your ear before walking away and acting like his usual self

his dick is longer than average but it’s decently slender

has played around with public sex acts with you — namely by having you sit in front of him on his motorcycle and intentionally pressing you down onto the vibrating vehicle (only letting you cum once you look like you’re going to start sobbing)

would be up for a threesome or an orgy but it depends on his mood — plenty of his fans have offered either way

prefers the look and feel of leather over lace, but won’t complain about seeing you all dressed up for him regardless of what you’re wearing

is more of a giver in the bedroom and enjoys going down on you even without receiving anything in return

would be down for collaring and involving a leash

he owns so many toys it’s insane and he’s happy to use them on you or show you how it’s done by using them on himself

phone sex happens frequently whenever he’s bored and you’re away and he enjoys mutual masturbation in this context

big fan of bondage: ropes, stretcher bars, cuffs, chains — all of it

also enjoys clothed grinding because of how depraved and erotic it feels

his aftercare is very thorough because he’s a massively attentive partner who loves taking care of you and being taken care of — does what he can to make sure that neither of you experience a mood drop

big into hair pulling as well and doing it properly can have him moaning like a complete slut

slap him around, bite him, use nipple play — do whatever you like just don’t mark him where it’s visible with his regular outfit because he doesn’t want his sister thinking you’re abusive

‘virgin killer’ jumpers and other clothes like that are a massive weakness of his

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #minors dni #minors fuck off #pokemon smut #smut #smut hcs #piers smut #pokemon piers x reader #pokemon piers smut #pokemon x reader #pokemon swsh x reader #pokemon swsh smut #pokemon sword x reader #pokemon shield x reader

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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Please, since this now lives in my head, I need to see Guzma and Piers getting Kabedoned by their Masc s/o. Which I kind find hilarious because Guzma is a very tall man lol. Screw it, add Raihan in there too. The tall men need to know what it feels like to get kabedoned lol. The s/o can be taller or shorter than them though I do think shorter is hilarious and adds more challenges. Please and thank you! -MTF Anon <3 <3 <3

You picked the three tallest mf in Pokémon, I’m sure they are tree sized, especially Piers and Guzma if they didn’t slouch so much. This uuhhh turned a little lewd, so my bad.

🔞18+🔞

💀Guzma💀

- No matter what guzma thinks you’re adorable. Even now when you have him pinned to the wall.

- “Cute.” Was all he said before straightening out his back and looking down at you. “Watch and learn handsome!”

- Quickly flips the script.

- Now he has you caged against the wall, arms on either side of you and leg slotted in between yours.

- “Now this is how to do it right, keep up babes.”

🎸Piers🎸

- he wasn’t expecting to he stuck between you and the front door.

- No matter the height the reaction is the same. Your arms have him locked in place and your smug sultry expression has him weak.

- His knees are trembling and his face his red, but he tries to keep it calm.

- “Well isn’t this a nice welcome home, look at you being a stud.”

- He is flirting heavily, Piers just doesn’t want to say it out loud.

- He knows he is light for his height, but please fuck him against the door. You’ve unlocked the bottom in him.

🐉Raihan🐉

- “Aw look at you being all manly on me! What’s the surprise?”

- Oh he is going to be teasing you the entire time, how can he not? His boyfriend has him pinned against the locker room wall. He is absolutely going to milk the shit out of this.

- And you.

- But that’s besides the point.

- “My sweet Prince Charming, finally making a first move on me, let’s see for how long.”

- Y’all might be late to whatever battle but to him it was so worth it.

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #smut #pokemon piers #pokemon raihan #pokemon guzma #pokemon piers x reader #pokemon guzma x reader #pokemon raihan x reader #pokemon x male reader #🔞🔞🔞

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newtabfics · 8 months

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piers from pokemon but like he's like...hooking up with fans so maybe Y/N is a gym trainer and ya know?

I'm just saying, he's a rockstar so like I can see it.

He smirked as the makeup began to run down her face. He held her down, thrusting roughly. "Fuck, Piers!" She mewled.

"Such a good girl," He groaned, pushing deeper. "So fucking wet too. You've been wanting this for ages, haven't you?"

"Y-Yes, Sir. Fuck yes. I've always wanted this," She whined, meeting his thrusts. Her cheeks were flushed as her mascara dried as her nails dug into shoulders. "F-Feels amazing!"

"Damn right it does," He groaned, gripping her hips and pulling her close. "Fuck. Made for this."

#ask request #ask me stuff #drabble #pokemon smut fic #pokemon smut #pokemon fics #piers x fem!reader #piers pokemon #gym leader piers

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r0-boat · 2 years

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If poke men had Audio Accounts part 3.

Galar part 1(??)

Smut mentioned below

Gn!reader

CW: no sex but mentions of noncon, yandere, breeding.

Kabu

Body exercise ASMR, (lol jk)One of the poor men that got roped into this.

He had a health and exercise YouTube account and then his viewer starts to simp for his voice.

Tries to ignore it at first until the comments get annoying.

During one of his lives he gets fed up getting closer to the mic and practically growling, " you will behave yourselfs."

That's it that's all you're getting from him... For now ;)

Raihan

At first started out as a funny joke but then the slope was too slippery and now he's deep. If this man is going to do something he's going to go all out .only made one because he heard as a rumor Leon was doing it

Probably has a voice changer because over his dead body he's going to let people find out.

Content mostly starts out vanilla, but slowly he ends up liking it more and more. And his kinks will eventually bleed through.

He is too busy in his real life to post Too often, but when he does, oh boy, you're in for a real treat. He mostly makes audio when he's extremely horny, and his hand isn't enough. Occasionally he will do pillow talk(sfw) and cute little boyfriend experiences.

And very much, dom sometimes switches if he Vibes with the script. It has an absolute hard-on for historically inspired or fantasy Scripts. (he loves it so much that his profile picture and Avatar are a dragon). Call him a furry he'll kill you

Pet name a for listener:

Baby/babe

Beautiful/handsome

Sweet listener(s)

Sweetheart

Milo

Milo gets high

Got high and made it, even posted a ramble fap while high as balls. Poor Baby was blushing the entire time, his finger trembling over the delete button....well... maybe just one post.

Personal headcannon: that Milo has a really high sex appetite; however, just his hand or toys aren't enough anymore. So does it whenever he's really horny

Listen, when hearing that sweet voice of his, most people assume he's vanilla, but that's oh so far from the truth. His account is absolutely down fucking bad, all the dark yandere content, all the non-con everything. Make sure he tags everything and links his Aftercare audio and even makes softer versions that have the special Aftercare after.

He wanted to delete this at first but now he's in too deep and letting loose his more darker desires just feels sooooo good.

Out of all the men, Milo has done audios the longest; he rarely collabs or does scripts because of the sheer embarrassment, so usually, he makes his own. Buuut occasionally, he'll see something like "plant man gives mate aphrodisiac, breeds them till they pass out" he can't fucking help but fill it.

Pet names for listener

Mine/play thing

Mate ( monster men audios)

Darlin'

Honey

Leon

Mostly SFW and vanilla, playing as the cute supportive boyfriend, but occasionally will dabble in Darker Scripts. A voice changer is a must. A lot of people recognize him by just his voice. He also does actual ASMR because ASMR genuinely helps him sleep.

Monster fucker, has a weekly segment called Monster Mondays, where he picks a monster script and does it.

If Leon never became Champion, I still think he would have become the Pokemon equivalent of a YouTuber or somewhere in the Limelight still... as much as Leon loves being champion. He wishes he had a little more freedom to do what he wants without a camera on him at all times. He loves every single one of his listeners, and he wishes he could share his real voice someday. At least he could play with the settings and make his voice sound higher or deeper...

He mostly script reads but wishes he had time to write his own. But he always goes all out on Halloween

When Schedule lightens up when he's no longer champion to start writing his own scripts, even making his own characters to use in his audios. ( maybe he starts dabbling in more kinkier things.)

Pet names for listener:

Cutie/cuties

Sweetie

Babe/baby

Love

Piers

Honestly does not give a fuck if people recognize his voice, he only cares about his little sister finding it and he have to explain. No way in hell he's going to do that.

Maybe it's best if they didn't recognize his voice because he does dabble in more darker kinks. Yandere is probably his favorite. Like Leon and Milo he just wants to let loose sometimes, even if it's not much he still has to keep somewhat of a Public Image if he wants to keep his career.,

He's extremely talented with his voice and honestly doesn't really something that changes his voice but you can never be too safe.

Makes his own Scripts because they're hardly any scripts out there he likes. Actually he only does audios that he likes if you don't like it too bad. He's very specific on what he wants done so he just makes his own stuff.

" no I don't actually enjoy this, this is just a hobby to kill time" Peirs as he's writing a script for a 10-part series about an extremely popular band singer falling in love with listener.

Pet names for listener

Darling

Love/lovely

Doll

Babe/baby

#ro.chatting #smut #pokemon sword and shield #champion leon #pokemon raihan #piers #i hate spelling piers's name #pokemon milo

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plantedwrites · 2 years

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Masterlist

Alrighty, heres the home of all my past, current, and future posts :) You’ll find prompts, my writing, my rules, and some other stuff I post. Enjoy ;)

General Stuff

Fluff prompts

Smut prompts

Question Prompts

Rules

Imagines

Champion of Finances (Leon x reader)

Cuffed (Piers x reader x Raihan)

Harsh Words and Soft Hands (Piers x reader)

Headcanons

Adding a Third (Leon, Raihan, Piers)

Soft Dates (Raihan and Piers)

Cuddles (Milo and Piers)

Relationship with Bede (Bede x reader)

Relationship with Hop (Hop x reader)

Battling Monsters (Bede and Piers)

Blurbs

Hushed Words (Raihan x reader)

Good Boy (Piers x male reader)

Screaming Nickit’s (Piers x male reader)

Alphabet

Alphabet help and guide :)

Fluff C,G,K (Leon x reader)

Fluff I,C,L (Raihan x reader)

Smut Y (Leon and Raihan)

Smut J,K,S (Milo x reader)

Fluff K,H,D (Raihan x reader)

Smut K,M,U (Leon x reader)

Fluff B,N,C (Marnie x reader)

Fluff C,K,V (Bede x reader)

Fluff H, U, Z (Hop x reader)

Smut K,M,U (Raihan x reader)

Fluff F,K,J (Piers x Reader)

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yeehawbvby · 5 months

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It Was Always You | Ch. 1*

(Piers x OC Maxine)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Summary: “Here Max was, telling a long withheld secret to the very subject of it.

... She didn’t expect a kiss then. But she could tell in that moment that this was Piers' own confession of sorts. His way of trading his own secret for hers."

Author’s Note: This was supposed to only be a one-chapter follow-up to this fic, but I’ve gotten a little silly with it.

Hope y'all enjoy :3 x

Check it out on ao3!

Max’s twenties were flying by almost too quickly.

Once she had saved enough for her own apartment, she moved out of the one she was living in with Piers and Marnie to start fresh in Circhester. Far enough from Spikemuth for a nice change of pace, but close enough to see her best friends any time she wanted to. That was when she was 23.

Things were going well. Max obviously missed the easy access to the people who mattered most to her, but she was proud of how far she’d come, considering she spent her pre-teen and teen years living in a tent and barely scraping by.

She moved on from training at the Dark gym to become an Ice-type trainer under Melony’s rule, and it was Melony who pushed Max to join the gym challenge a year later — with an endorsement to boot. Marnie also happened to be entering the competition, and both of them were elated that they’d be up against each other.

Marnie and Max trained hard, duking it out in the wild areas and going into plenty of Dynamax dens together in their downtime. They busted their butts, worked their way up the rankings, and made it to the Semi-Finals. Max even earned a sick nickname for herself from fans along the way: DynaMax. Cheesy, of course, but she couldn’t blame them! The pun was practically begging to be made.

Unfortunately, neither Max nor Marnie won — Max went on to the Finals, only to get her ass kicked by Allister — but at least they grew as trainers and made worthy rivals out of each other.

As much as Max enjoyed the gym challenge, she was relieved to finally be out of the spotlight. And as much as she felt terrible about her defeat, she felt worse for the others.

Marnie wanted to be the Champion so badly, only to lose to Max, who wound up not even winning. Sure, Marnie was taking Piers’ spot as Spikemuth’s gym leader, but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t her goal. She wanted to be the Champion, not a cog in the machine that was the Galarian league.

Max mentally reminded herself on repeat, much to her obvious detriment, that Marnie deserved a chance to enter the Finals more than she did.

Those other kids, Hop and Gloria, deserved better too.

Max ruined it for all of them.

And that made her feel like shit.

She told Melony she needed some time off, and the older woman was more than willing to accommodate. So, Max spent a solid while in complete isolation after her battle with Allister. She brought all her blankets over to the couch and let them absorb her, passing time by playing games, watching her comfort shows on repeat, napping, and crying.

Oh boy, there was a lot of crying.

It was utterly pathetic. She knew it was pathetic. She couldn’t stop it if she tried, though.

Her Misdreavus was more than willing to act as a weight for her chest or a snuggle buddy when she needed it. She was happy to have its support, but it wanted to do more than it could ever possibly manage. Max often found herself sending it away to another room, pretending she was fine, just so it could have the much needed breaks it didn’t want to take.

Worried about not having heard from Max since the day of her loss, Piers finally texted her to check in about 2 weeks in. She sent him a picture of her set-up, and he instantly recognized that she needed help.

He informed her that he was coming over. She objected, dumbly insisting she didn’t want to burden him. Piers ignored her, and the next thing Max knew, he was letting himself in with the spare key she gave him.

Having a view of the front door from her sofa, Max peeked over the back of it to silently greet her visitor. Piers’ heart sank when he saw her big, sad eyes poking out from atop the furniture like a shy Sobble. He’d seen her in worse states for sure, having aided her through depressive episodes and autistic burnouts that lasted for months at a time, but it had been so long since she’d been like this. Who knew if it would evolve into something more akin to those past experiences?

After removing his boots, Piers wordlessly padded over to his friend. Max watched him the whole way, and when he sat close enough for their legs to touch, she leaned into him. He instinctively wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close to his side. Pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

For good measure, of course.

After sharing their first kisses with one another, they became more casually intimate. They’d always hugged and held hands, but that kiss changed things.

They weren’t dating, but rather, filling in the blanks. They started to cuddle more often. They’d wind up kissing some more, no strings attached — or at least that’s what they told themselves — just because they felt lonely, or felt like doing it.

It worked out. As long as they were both single, they acted as a physical support for each other. This instance was no different.

The two trainers sat in silence for a bit. Max repositioned slightly to share her blankets with Piers before settling back down. Listened to his heartbeat. Worried the hem of his black tee. Absorbed his scent as if it were incense. It basically was, with how calming this felt for her.

Piers played with Max’s hair, twirling the short waves around his fingers. It reminded him about how he had cut her hair himself. Max wanted to chop her obnoxiously long tresses to her mid-back or so, but absolutely brutalized it; by the time Piers finished correcting her mistakes, it was as short as her shoulders.

He gave her a fringe, too.

Another act of good measure.

She often kept it half-up, with a pigtail on either side of her scalp. An ode to her Misdreavus in a way. But at this moment, it was a loose, frizzy mess. Piers ran his fingers through it, working some tangles out.

Max had a tendency to neglect herself when she felt this awful, but she’d been doing her best to eat and shower as needed this time.

Piers smiled to himself as he noticed that, although Max’s hair hadn’t been brushed, it was at least clean. He wanted to praise her, but held back, not wanting to come off as demeaning. Max didn’t expect him to notice, and was completely oblivious to Piers’ swelling pride as she began absentmindedly playing with the ends of his own tresses.

A few more minutes went by, and the silence was broken.

“I really fucked it up, didn’t I?” Max questioned, barely above a whisper.

“What?”

“The gym challenge.” Those few words came out more hoarse, and were accompanied by a sniffle. “What right did I have to rip the opportunity away from those kids? It wasn’t fair.”

“Max…”

“Marnie pretended to be happy for me when I beat her, but I could see the sadness in her eyes. She probably could’ve won it all had it not been for my dumb luck that day, and now she’ll just be constantly reminded of that every year during the challenge!”

“Max.”

“She’s gonna make an amazing gym leader but god, Piers, she could’ve been an even better Champion—“

Piers cut her off sternly. “Maxine!”

He felt her flinch and tightened his grip around her shoulder. He wrapped his right arm around her too, pulling her into a fuller embrace. Silently reassuring her that he wasn’t mad, he just needed her to stop spiraling.

“You were amazing. You are amazing. You deserved the chance to win jus’ as much as anyone else there, alright?”

“It doesn’t feel like it, though…” she squeezed out. Her voice cracked mid-sentence and her body began to shake. Piers pulled her closer and rested his cheek on top of her head while she cried. “I shouldn’t have even joined.”

A deep sigh ebbed Piers’ chest. “You’re allowed to feel however you want to feel, but Max, so many people rooted for you right through to the end. Thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands in Galar alone! And out of those people, just think of how many saw you as an inspiration. As their muse.”

That last part was more about himself than the others, but the point still stood.

Piers kept his head on Max’s, but raised a hand to her cheek, blindly wiping her tears as they fell. The strokes from his thumb and the gentle reverberation of his voice against her soothed her sobs away, her tears falling silently. Calmly, even.

“None of that was a waste for anyone,” Piers continued quietly. “Not for you, not for the other competitors, an’ definitely not for Marnie, I can promise you that. She really isn’t that miffed.”

Max shifted beneath him so she could meet Piers’ eyes. As he raised himself from his makeshift pillow, he grinned. Rather than responding, Max reverted back to her original spot against his chest with a solemn nod.

More silence, and then, “With the obvious aside, did ya enjoy the rest of the challenge? We haven’t had a chance to catch up.”

Max sighs and proceeds to nod against him. “Almost being killed in a Dynamax den and going out with Leon aside, it was a lot of fun, yeah.”

Piers can hear a slight grin in Max’s voice, but is caught off guard by the statement. “Was Leon not good to you?”

Thinking of Max with Leon was already hard enough without fear of how he might have treated her. Piers was doing his best to stay calm.

“Nonono, he was really good!”

Piers feels a pang in his chest. He’s glad he wasn’t a dick, but…

“He just…” Max hesitated, moving away from Piers’ grasp to pop her knuckles before hugging her knees to her chest. In the process, she let her portion of the blankets drape off of her, revealing a cropped white camisole and her old Dark gym shorts. All that warm coverage made sense now.

Piers waited patiently while his friend gathered her bearings. A sigh escaped her. She pursed her lips in thought, zoned out on the coffee table in front of them.

“I dunno,” she finally trekked on, “It just wasn’t the same as—“

Max cuts herself off. Her mouth stayed slightly ajar and her eyes widened, as though she was about to reveal something she didn’t want to share. She closed her lips and sighed again, shutting her weary eyes.

Piers cocked his head to the side, watching Max intently. What was she going to say? Should he pry?

He hoped for the best, his heart skipping a beat. Was she… was she going to compare Leon to him?

No, it was wishful thinking. It had to be. Max probably saw their occasional escapades as an escape, a tool. A filler. Just like he had tried to convince himself she was for him, too.

Unable to tame his curiosity, though, Piers pressed on, his voice quiet. “The same as what?”

Max tilted her head to get a better view of him, resting her cheek against her knee. Closed her eyes again. Opened them and kept her vision off of his face. Blinked a few times, then finally, “I-it wasn’t the same as with you, I guess. I dunno.”

Piers could fucking cry. Why did this feel like a confession? Was it one?

Being the type of person to haphazardly ramble on when she’s nervous, Max kept going. “Like, Leon was nice, and I still consider him a really good friend, and he wasn’t a bad boyfriend, I don’t think, but, like, I couldn’t help but keep comparing him to you, w-which is stupid because we aren’t dating,” Max gestured between Piers and herself, still refusing to look him in the eye, “but sometimes I-I guess it feels like we are, in a way? Which is dumb. And like, he was a great kisser, but those weren’t the same either, like, there wasn’t that- that same spark, and—“

“Max…”

The girl blinked before widening her eyes. She said too much. Her chest tightened and she hid, resting her forehead to the knee her cheek had been pressing into.

She couldn’t believe it. Why did she say all that? The whole reason they decided not to date, even though the physical attraction was there; not to kiss more than, like, once a month at most; not to fuck when things got a bit steamy while they kissed… it was all to not risk making things weird. To not ruin the special bond they had with each other.

Yet here she was, telling a long withheld secret to the very subject of it.

What had she done?

“I’m sorry,” she squeaked into her knees.

Piers didn’t know what to say. His heart was racing, his face was on fire, his eyes were wide, his head was spinning.

He hadn’t noticed how much she truly meant to him — in a romantic sense — until she was with Leon. He tried to move on, having a few dates with Milo in tandem, but that didn’t go far. Even spent a night between Raihan’s sheets here and there (yet another act of good measure). And while none of that was bad, they…

It was like Max just said. They weren’t the same as her. They weren’t her.

For a moment, he felt frozen.

In the next, he was swiveling himself to face her, ejecting Max’s discarded blankets off of himself too. He put a hand on her shoulder, whispered a soft “Hey.”

When Max looked up, her eyes shy and her cheeks Tamato-hot, he moved in.

Max didn’t expect a kiss then. In the past, it as a mutual agreement before the event. Something along the lines of,

“Hey, kiss me.”

“Oh! Why?”

“Why not? T’s fun.”

“Fair point.”

Or,

“I wanna smooch.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“‘Kay, c’mere.”

Piers was gentle enough that she could have easily stopped him from tilting her chin up, from laying his lips against hers, from running his thumb up and down her cheek in the same way that always gave her Gooserene bumps in the past, and from weaving his fingers through the messy hair near her nape.

But she didn’t. She didn’t want to.

She could tell in that moment that this was his own confession of sorts. His way of trading his own secret for hers. Of keeping things even. They’d continue this trend as the moments passed by:

When Piers pulled back, Max chased him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

When Max parted her lips for a breath, Piers explored her tongue with his own.

Just like the first time, and plenty more after that, when Piers nudged Max back, she obliged, happily laying herself beneath him.

When Max pulled Piers closer, he strengthened his hold on the arm around her.

When Piers’ hand retreated across her back before wandering down her hip, down her thigh, gripping her thigh, Max welcomed it, letting her corresponding leg lightly wrap around his bony waist.

And when Max let a hushed moan slip in response to Piers’ hardening sex pressing against her clothed slit and lower belly, Piers softly rutted himself against her, again, and again, and again.

All shame had flown out the window. They both hated to admit that they were getting off on dry humping like a bunch of depraved teenagers. They simply ignored it in favor of breathing each other’s air and absorbing each other’s embarrassing sounds with more kisses…

Until a high-pitched chirp across the room interrupted them. Both trainers’ eyes shot open and over, locking onto those of a worried Misdreavus. The creature peered back and forth between them before it ultimately locked its eyes onto its human’s, its blueish brows furrowed.

Max’s surprised open mouth morphed into a smile while Piers’ upper teeth dug into his bottom lip, containing his own grin.

Max reassured her partner, “Um. It’s okay, he’s okay! You know he’s fine!”

It squinted, chirping again.

“Yes, I— pfft, I promise.”

Chirp.

“Just, uh. Go wait in there, or in your ball, or,” a defeated grunt escaped her before she pleaded, “anywhere other than here, please, oh my god.”

The Misdreavus’ eyelids narrowed again, and it chirped one last time — a stubborn, almost rebellious one — before retreating to Max’s bedroom, where it had been napping prior. It had the decency to nudge the door shut behind itself, at least.

Max’s shoulders shook with laughter as her eyes screwed shut, and the man mounting her leaned his forehead down to her shoulder, giggling against the fabric covering her upper chest.

“That little shit!”

“It was just looking out for me!” Max defended it, “You know it gets protective!”

“Yeah, well…” Piers punctuated his point with a lighthearted eye roll and shake of his head.

Their laughter died down, but their lips stayed curled up as their views aligned.

Piers speaks his friend’s name matter-of-factly, a mere few inches from her face. “Max.”

“Piers,” she parroted.

“I… fuck,” he murmured, before propositioning with dark eyes, “Can I fuck you?”

“Whoa!” Max’s eyebrows shot up and her heart stuttered. She was awestruck.

Piers misinterpreted Max’s shock for discomfort. “Oh,” the Zigzagoon-haired man began to lift himself into a kneel, “Is that— did— is that okay or did I just—“

Leaning up onto her left palm and encouraging him to meet her with her right, Max shut Piers up with another kiss. He instantly relaxed into her touch.

When Max nodded, Piers parted from her to question it. He was stopped short.

“Please.”

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brainshock-alpha · 6 days

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a while ago i was tagged by @go-go-devil to answer twenty fic writers' questions... i've been preddy busy so i'm just getting around to it now lol. thanks for thinking of me velvet!

this turned out quite long so i'm gonna do my tags up here -- @boyfrillish @pastryglitch @firethekitty -- as usual participation is voluntary, tagged or not :) do these q's if u think it would be fun. that's all

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

35 (includes users-only works)

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

146,365, for an average of ~4,182 words per work. but really, it's just like four of my long multichapter works skewing the average that high.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

in a strict present-tense sense, it's just pokemon. i've written for a slightly odd variety of fandoms in the past; anyone curious enough to check will readily observe that i go through fandoms in neatly stratified phases lol. i don't tend to be actively involved in more than one at a time.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Black Box Open (st*rdew valley) - 373

Transfer Point (pokemon bw) - 279

Vital Signs (biosh*ck infinite) - 146

Tidal Lock (hylis) - 107

Moonstruck (hylis) - 93

censoring fandoms so i don't appear in searches (excepting pokemon cuz i'm pretty sure those results are basically unreadable lol). anyway i can't believe vital signs is that high up there lmaooo but everything else seems reasonable

5. Do you respond to comments?

i try to but sometimes it slips my mind and then it's too late to reply without it being weird :( whether i got around to replying or not, i'm grateful to everyone who said sth nice on my stuff 🙏

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

uhhhh honestly i don't get super angsty with my fics, especially not the endings lol. simpley not my style... i guess transfer point ended on a rather bittersweet note. born with a weak heart would have been even more so, if i'd ever finished it.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

on the other hand i also don't write fics with particularly saccharine endings either. it's kinda just, oh this is pleasant/cute/hopeful :) i wouldn't say there's a clear winner.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

so far, any haters have kept their thoughts to themselves, which is good. i suppose my writing is usually quite benign anyway lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

i have a few unfinished drafts lying around but i've never published anything. (unless you count that one with piers/emmet? it's nsfw for sure but i think you'd be setting the wrong expectations if u called it smut lol.) anyway i'm not terribly interested in going into detail here.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

again, i've attempted to draft some in the past but never got close to finishing any of them. i think i'm more likely to draw a weird crossover than write one :p

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i've uhhhh translated my own fic once??? i guess that counts but i wouldn't say i did a good job LOL -- i'd written a supershort 200-word thing in both english and scots, and i haven't studied scots all that extensively. but it was fun to try, and somehow the scots version got more attention than the english one lol

anyway, if anyone's ever interested in translating my works, feel free to reach out! i'd be happy to help out by answering questions/clarifying meaning/etc :)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nop! it's not really something i've ever considered, but i suppose in theory i'd be open to trying it.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

god i can't give just one answer to an all-time favorite anything LOL. uhhh deduswayne still has a special place in my heart; the autistic jock/autistic nerd dynamic i gave them was so fresh and fun to me... i love raileon despite not ever really writing it ooooops... and then griebold is my newest interest, which is quite funny since raileon is one of the most popular pokemon ships on ao3 but griebold is so unheard of that i'm literally the only person to have posted an english-language work for it there lmfao

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

probably... the bede&hop post-canon qpr fic... i really would love to write a qpr (as well as non-romantic relationship drama in general) but it's another sprawling multichapter thing and idk if i have it in me :^(

16. What are your writing strengths?

dialogue and character dynamics hehe... that's what's most fun for me to write too. i also like to believe i'm good at writing a ship without losing sight of the individual chars involved. and i'm pretty good with spelling and grammar, contrary to what my casual fucking around on tumblr posts may imply LOL. i may not always write in the clearest or most beautiful way, but by god that syntax is solid

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

description lol. i am not a poet by any means; i think it will not surprise anyone to know i did better in linguistics classes than in english.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

do it if 1) you're able to put in the effort and 2) it makes sense to do it. on point 1, i don't think there's anything wrong with saying that chars are speaking in another language but rendering the actual written dialogue in english (or whatever ur mother tongue may be), especially if it's not a language ur fluent in. of course it's good to do research for ur writing but language learning is hard, doubly so if ur trying to write those chars speaking casually. cuz you can't really pick that up from reference texts, or maybe you can but it comes out sounding odd and unnatural. (think of how easy it is to mess up english slang/colloquialisms.) BUT you know, perfect is the enemy of good, and if ur willing to give it the ol college try then i really think it'll help ur foreign-lang-speaking chars feel more alive.

on point 2, i'm mostly thinking of the context of multilingual chars, which adds another layer of complexity. this old post will give u an idea of what i mean. if you're monolingual and mostly only interact with other monolinguals, you may find it difficult to write bilinguals believably. i suggest looking up info on code-switching and, more generally, language learning and bilingualism. (and also heritage languages, which fall under bilingualism but have their own specific features.) again, this is pretty demanding stuff and i wouldn't blame you for just sticking to english dialogue, but i do think it's worth a shot.

have i tried this myself? yes, most prominently in the day to end all days, and also a bit in my other swsh fics... oh yeah, i guess i also made siebold use quebec french swears lol. mind you, i'm under no illusion that i write it well. no one has told me yet that i'm fucking it up, but also no one's told me i'm doing a good job either lol. so idkkkkk

19. First fandom you wrote for?

st*rdew valley... i loved that game so much that it motivated me to start making fanfics and fanart haha. i started posting black box open about eight years ago, which if you'll recall is the fic i have the most kudos on. it was all downhill from there buddy!!!!!!!!!!! lol i'm just kidding, i really just tend not to write for popular fandoms is the thing (or when a fandom is at its most popular)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

honestly it's usually just Whichever Fic I Posted Most Recently lmao. i guess that's not bad, that means i feel like i improve with every story or w/e. i'm still really attached to the day to end all days, though. it's not finished yet (and won't be for quite some time) but it has the most involved plot yet out of all my fics, and it explores some really interesting character spaces too.

#brainshock-alfic

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