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yeehawbvby · 1 year ago

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It Was Always You | Ch. 2*

(Piers x OC Maxine)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Summary: “It was almost surreal to taste herself on him. She felt spent, but she needed him more, and that took priority.

Lucky for her, Piers had no plans to stop.”

Author’s Note: Oh boy, this went longer than I thought it would ٩( ᐛ )و

I’m posting this from my phone lol so I’m sorry in advance if any of the formatting gets messed up!! I’ll be able to fix whatever later

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“Please, ” Max breathed against him. The neediest whisper he’d ever heard in his life.

Holy shit.

Piers couldn’t stop his heady groan as he captured the brunette’s lips, and it prompted one right back from her.

Max weaved her fingers through Piers’s mane — which, similar to her own, was loose rather than styled as usual. Only his fringe, which usually draped over the entire right side of his face, was pinned back. It all acted as a veil from the outside world when she allowed the strands to float back down, shifting her hands to cup his cheeks. Her own little black and white bubble that smelled of mint gum and a sweet shampoo, with a vague hint of cigarette smoke.

Piers resumed his hold around Max’s back, pulling her as close as he could manage with one arm. He ground himself against her again, his movements more calculated than before the misdreavus’ interruption.

He knew he had no more need to be sneaky in wringing any noise out of Max that he could with just the outline of his cock. There was nothing forbidding Piers from baring himself to her. Nothing preventing him from sliding into her wet cunt and fucking her until she saw stars like he’d wished he could time and time again.

That didn’t stop him from wanting to indulge in this just a little longer, though.

In succession, Max did her best to raise herself to him with both legs draped over his waist. A lost cause, really, but she wanted to gain as much contact as possible, gravity be damned. Memorize his length, width, and curve to the best of her ability within the confines of pants.

Piers took control though, removing his hand off her back to pin her hips down to the cushion. It prompted a whimper that grew airier as she unlocked herself from him, so he teased her with an extra roll of his hips. This elicited a similar response.

“You like that?” Piers asked lowly.

Just like the first time he “experimented” on her, albeit that was a much less risqué scenario. Sure, they were hornballs back then, but nothing came of it. Not like right now. This was years of sexual tension built up that was finally coming to a head.

Max nodded, rendered speechless.

She needed him, god he was driving her fucking insane. She had a hard time meeting Piers’ gaze until the hand supporting his weight shifted to tilt her head back just enough.

Piers, either being a shit or just wanting more confirmation, repeated the thrust as he whispered, “Yeah?”

Max gasped, her azure irises all but engulfed in black by now. He did it again, and Max cut off her sounds this time by chewing her bottom lip. She answered him with another nod.

“Just like…” again, “that?”

Oh he was definitely just being a shit. A shaky breath escaped Max and she propped herself up ever so slightly in an attempt to kiss Piers again. To evacuate herself from the embarrassing situation she was in. To distract him into, hopefully, fucking her silly.

Piers’ smirk widened and he pulled back. Max couldn’t help the whine that followed.

“Nuh-uh,” he taunted with a dastardly grin.

Piers kneeled back to sit on his calves, scooting a bit closer afterward so as to still leave his nether flush with Max’s. His hands roamed her: cupping her inner thighs, dragging up her hips, splaying across her tummy and sides. Finally, he used the tips of his fingers to tease the hem of her tiny shirt before sliding it up.

Her breasts had grown since he met her — not that he’d been paying attention, or anything — but were still small. A good size on her, he thought, entranced by the gooserene bumps that prickled Max’s skin as he gently toyed with one of her nipples. The other hand shifted back down to rest against her ribs.

He always had a secret thing for how little Max was in comparison to him. Sure, she was far less bony and toned than in the past, but that just made Piers more attracted to her: It meant she had the means to take better care of herself. That she was doing (relatively) well. That she had enough money to feed herself and have safe shelter, something that was a struggle back in their earlier years of knowing each other. Her wellbeing was all that really mattered to him in the end.

…Besides, he’d always have a strong height advantage, regardless of how many kilos she’d gain or lose over time. That was more than enough to scratch the itch.

Max wriggled herself against him. She was desperate for a much quicker pleasure than Piers was offering. He huffed out a small laugh and met her gaze, but ultimately ignored her, biting his lip as he squinted her way, then proceeded to pore over her chest some more.

Piers put his hand fully around the boob he’d been playing with. His cock twitched as he noticed how large his hand looked around it. The small movement had Max shutting her eyes and bringing her fist to her face, nibbling at her knuckle to self-soothe. She was so filled with need that it almost hurt.

She let her eyes trail over him. Conveniently, his thin sweatpants left little to the imagination, now that he was hard. And god, he seemed long. Max was so damn excited for this. Wanted so badly to just reach out and cup him, to maybe make him feel as desperate as she did; but, she knew on the basis that he denied her more kisses in favor of exploring her body that he would probably oppose that too. At least for now.

Her eyes scanned upward, admiring how goddamn pretty Piers was. His wavy, fluffy, and haphazardly layered hair reached all the way down to his mid-bum. Neither of them were sure if he would keep growing it out, but they both thought it would be goofy if he did. Like they traded hairstyles.

His porcelain skin was reddened around his cheeks, and his purplish bags and black, smudgy eye makeup somehow complemented it. It didn’t make him look sickly, but rather like a particularly stunning apparition. A siren out of water.

Max’s view veered back down. Roamed over his skinny arms. They were slightly toned from how wildly he wielded his guitar during his shows. They needed to be, lest he break the damn thing. She began to observe the size of his hands compared to her smaller frame. She was into his size advantage too, and the mere sight of his large hand on her bare body was driving her wild.

Arceus.

Piers had to feel how wet Max was at this point if he hadn’t already seen it through the vibrant pink of her shorts. She couldn’t take this shit anymore. She exhaled an audibly shaky breath to try to ground herself. Accidentally snapped Piers out of his trance by doing so.

His eyes locked onto hers as he lowered himself again, kissing her once more before beginning to trail down her jaw, then onto her neck, where he decided to hang out for a bit. The hand that had been playing with her tits was now working with his forearm and elbow to support his weight by her side, and the fist that had been cozy on her ribcage sunk downward. Max tangled her fingers into Piers’ hair, writhing with every small nip and lick he made.

He experimented a bit, as he enjoyed doing. Leisurely worked his lips around her, trying to figure out which spots made her squirm the most. He noticed a particularly harsh shudder when he licked just beneath the corner of her jawline, then heard a tiny gasp as he began sucking the sensitive skin between his teeth. A reflexive tug to his tresses accompanied it, eliciting somewhat of a growl from him too.

By now, Piers’ hand was resting against the top hem of Max’s shorts. He teased her a bit, playing with the fabric, dipping his fingertips just barely beneath the trim only to bring them back out. Finally, he dragged himself knuckles-first down to where her thigh met her torso before stretching his hand across her, his touch featherlight.

Piers paused his war on Max’s neck as he slid his thumb up her clothed slit. She drew in a sharp breath, the softest little moan escaping as he added some more pressure.

God, she was wet. And he loved knowing that he was the one doing it to her.

Max felt an amused huff of Piers’ breath on her skin. He pressed down a little harder, likely not realizing that he was pretty much in the perfect spot. Her responsive moan quickly morphed into a shy hum.

Piers pulled his hand away and, careful to mind her piercings, he left a whisper of a kiss to the curve of Max’s ear. In succession, Max felt a tug at the spandex-cotton blend covering her lower half.

“Oi, help me out here,” Piers mused.

Snorting at the casual nature of the rock star’s demand, Max created a mediocre bridge. It was short, but it was enough to allow Piers to move her bottoms down for easier access. He practiced patience, not stealing a peek yet in favor of reading her by touch while he trailed kisses horizontally across her throat and to the other side of her neck. Now on her right, Piers lazily rested his forehead against Max’s cheek and left a kind peck on her shoulder.

His fingertips grazed the shaved skin just above her lower lips, then trekked down, purposefully avoiding her clit. Neglected the pink folds around it too. Max bit her lip, doing her best to hold back just how badly she wanted him to just fucking touch her already.

As if he read her thoughts. Piers went straight for Max’s entrance. He didn’t dip inside just yet, tracing the rim with his middle finger instead. Max felt him grin against her skin as her breaths quickened and her hips writhed. Finally, he slowly — so painfully slowly — slotted the digit inside.

“Fuck,” Piers whispered. He was done for. Max was tight. Had she not been so wet, this would’ve been a lot harder to maneuver.

Piers could barely hear her small, reactionary “Ah” as he nudged his way in. Probably wouldn’t have been audible at all if he wasn’t this close to her face. All the adorable little breaths he’d coaxed out of her so far had been doing things for him, but they also served as motivation for him to try to break her. To have her crying out his name in the same way he’d imagined during his late-night fantasies time and time again.

…But there was still time for that. For now, Piers opted to move at a Sliggoo’s pace. He worked slowly and gently, pumping his digit in and out of Max with an occasional curl to spice things up a bit. His fingers were long, and he was reaching all the right places. One spot in particular wrung a heady noise from Max.

“Right there?” Piers murmured. Max could hear a smile in his voice. He was having the time of his life.

“Mm— mhm,” she hummed her affirmation, a barely-there nod accompanying it.

Piers repeated the action, earning the same reaction. “God, listen to you,” he cooed.

It wasn’t meant to be condescending in any way. If anything he was impressed by how easily he was learning her body. The comment still made her blush, though, with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as fuel.

She managed to squeak out, “Sh— ah, shut up!”

“Well that wouldn’t be fun, would it?”

Max smiled in spite of herself. She did her best to shift her hips, wanting him to go deeper, to go faster, anything. He was practically torturing her. Seemed like that was the point, which was sexy in its own way, but she could only deal with so much more of this.

Too shy to communicate further, her next rebuttal came out as more of a whine. Piers lifted himself away from the crook of Max’s neck, finally getting a good look at her.

He was absolutely obsessed with what he saw. Max’s cheeks and neck were a deep pink, her thick eyebrows were upturned, and she was practically panting. Her eyes looked a little watery, and for a moment Piers feared he’d hurt her, but that was quickly dissipated as she whispered his name, gripping onto his tee with one fist and his busy wrist with the other.

It was time for Piers to be a shit again. “What? You need something?”

Max grinned, biting down on her lip to stim for the upteenth time today as she rolled her eyes at the comment. Then, she looked down, her grip around his ivory skin tightening at the sight of Piers knuckles-deep inside her. She mewled, her mouselike voice raising and lashes fluttering as he began to curl into her faster.

He pried, his voice gravelly with desire, “S’that better?”

She moaned again, her eyes rolling shut now as her head lolled back. It was the closest thing to a “yes” she could give him.

For the first time since he’d taken off Max’s pants, Piers looked down at the space between her legs.

Genitals were rarely good-looking, at least in his opinion. Maybe his judgment was clouded by infatuation, or maybe the following thoughts held truth, but he couldn’t help but think she had the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen.

Piers dipped down to Max’s neck again, leaving a shudder inducing kiss in that one sweet spot before murmuring against her ear, “Mind if I have a taste?”

“Fuh—“ she half-cursed before stuttering, “y-yeah.”

Piers slowed to a halt, and pulled his face away from Max’s just a smidge. He could still feel her breath on his lips.

“Wait, ‘yeah’ like you do mind, or…“ he trailed off. He felt silly asking this, kind of laughing it out, but needed confirmation. Wanted Max to feel safe and comfortable with him. Or, at least more than she already did.

Lifting her hand from his forearm to his cheek, Max giggled, “No, like, I, uh... I want you to.”

Piers’ smile widened, still feeling tickled, but something sinister took over. As he resumed his handiwork, he also added some slight pressure to Max’s clit with his thumb. It caught her off-guard, and her laughter quickly morphed into a moan.

He lilted, “Do you, now?”

“Mhm.” Another nod.

He dipped back down, licked a short strip up her neck, sealed it with a kiss, and worked his way south. Kissed her collar, her shoulders, and rolled her top up a little further to fucking finally kiss and nip at her boobs, Arceus he’d been waiting for this since he saw the damn things. All the while, he was absolutely ravaging her with just his fingers.

Max was close. She needed him down there fast. She needed to feel his tongue against her before it was too late.

At this point, Max’s right hand had been fidgeting with the strap of her shirt, and her left was busy playing with the ends of Piers’ hair. She shifted her left up to his scalp, trying to discreetly encourage him down.

He noticed. Still took his time, though.

Piers continued the trend of alternating sporadically between licking, kissing, biting and sucking. She now had a hickey to the left of her right areola, as well as one closer to the center of her collarbone, and an even newer one just above her left hip bone. She didn’t doubt that he left a few splotches on her neck as well.

It excited Max; the idea of being marked as his, in a way.

By the time Piers made it to Max’s thigh, his body sort of scrunched to fit on the sofa, she was about to burst.

She lightly tugged his hair. “P-please,” she begged, hiding the lower half of her face behind her other fist now. “I’m— ah!—”

Max cut herself off, flattening her palm against her mouth as her orgasm quickly built itself up, her eyelids shutting in tandem.

Piers was having none of it.

He swiftly reached up with his unoccupied hand and wrapped it around Max’s wrist, gently pinning her hand against the back cushion.

Max’s eyes shot open. That was her breaking point.

“Ah— fuck!”

“There she is,” Piers cooed. “Let me hear you, love.”

She mewled out his name. Her voice was still quiet, but definitely a smidge louder than it had been prior. Her back arched, her fist tightened in Piers’ hair, and Piers dragged his hand from her wrist to her palm, giving her something else to hold onto as he worked her through her high. All the while his cheek rested lazily on Max’s left hip, his crystalline gaze intently studying her every movement.

As the tension in Max’s walls started to recede, Piers slowed his pace.

That didn’t mean he was finished, though.

He removed his thumb from Max’s folds, but kept his finger inside her.

…Hm. Scratch that. He decided after a brief moment to remove that from her too.

Max felt hazy as she retracted her fingers from Piers’ locks, then raised her forearm to rest against her damp forehead while she caught her breath.

Arc’s sake, dude. He didn’t even take out his dick yet and he still rocked her world.

Like night and day, though, Max became as alert as ever while she watched Piers wrap his lips around his slickened digit.

She took a mental note of how absurdly hot he is. Not the first time she’d thought so, by any means. This one was a reminder, if you will. One to store in the perv folder of her brain for later.

His lustful gaze met hers just as his black-painted nail became visible again. He grinned, feeling a little smug about how she was looking at him: clearly foggy, definitely still turned on, and her head completely void of any thoughts other than those about himself.

Without a word, he lowered himself, pressing kisses along Max’s left thigh, then her right. She shivered as his breath momentarily hit her core. Lowered her hand down, resting it just above her breast with her wrist in a comfortable curl. The other hand remained intertwined with Piers’.

Her breaths became audible as he bit down on her inner thigh while simultaneously digging his middle finger back inside her. It took her a moment to gather her bearings, but they were lost again as he decided to push a second finger — his ring — in alongside it.

He soothed the bite he’d made with a kiss, and then worked his lips inward, hovering just barely above Max’s pussy.

“W-wait, I’m mm—“ she took a second to hum, her eyes momentarily stuttering shut at a particularly nice curl, then finished, “M’probably gonna be too sensitive.”

Piers kissed Max’s right lip, then removed his other hand from hers, bringing it south to rest on the plush, pale skin just below her belly button. “Try for me.” He looked up at her with lustful, pleading eyes, resting his cheek against her inner thigh. Offering some support, he then uttered, “I know you can give me one more. Please?”

Holy shit.

“I, um, mm—“ Piers mercifully slowed down so that Max could speak coherently, albeit meekly, “I want to with you, though.”

The corners of Piers’ lips curled up again. “You will.”

Max’s brows furrowed and her mouth mimicked his. “What?”

His brows furrowed, but it provided more of a goofy, mischievous look than Max’s perplexion. “Trust me.”

“Pfft! So ominous…”

“It’s part of the brand.”

His smile remained as he flickered his view between Max’s bright eyes and dripping cunt.

Gave her another curl, looking up to watch her response.

For good measure!

He drank in the sight of her as she tensed, using her newly freed hand to grip the armrest she’d been leaning against. Piers bit his lip and offered another curl, Max tugging upwards on her shirt this time. Seemed to only still be on at this point to serve as a source of comfort for her.

He stilled for a moment, wanting to see what would happen if he stopped when Max had been expecting something. She wriggled a little, impatiently pushing his fingers further inside her.

“So?” he asked, pulling them out just a smidge, a shit-eating look plastered on his face. Max exhaled through her mouth as Piers’ toyed with her.

She nodded. The action seemed more antsy than timid this time around.

“I’ll stop if you need me to, yeah?”

The trainer nodded again, a smile of appreciation gracing her features.

Piers was ecstatic to finally do this. He retracted the fingers that had been inside her out and used them to gently trace her folds. Took a moment to lower his hand from her tummy, wrapping that arm around her corresponding side’s thigh. He heard her hum as he found the exact spot he’d been in search of, used the two fingers to spread her apart a little, and finally, he dragged his flattened tongue across the area.

His gaze rose, and Max had now tugged her cami over her chin a little, her lips parted just above it. She seemed more focused on what the lower half of his face looked like than the fact that he was staring at her, if she even noticed he was.

He gave her another swipe, finishing the action by seeing how she would react to a side-to-side motion. She was a big fan of that. Could barely keep her eyes open, but seemed to force it.

Same went for when he used just the tip of his tongue to trace tiny shapes and letters around her clit.

Piers wondered how many times she’d imagined something like this happening. If she was more intent on watching because it was sexy, or because it’s something she’s thought about before.

He’d have to ask her about it when his mouth was less busy.

Piers placed his lips against her, sucking her sensitive bud ever so slightly, and felt her thigh muscle tense in succession. He gave the thick limb a reassuring squeeze.

Satisfied with how well he was doing, and how well she was doing, Piers re-inserted his fingers, scissoring them as his tongue danced around her.

Every little movement Piers made had Max seeing stars. It was a lot , but she had never felt something like this before. She’d never seen something like this before.

Sure, she had been eaten out by Leon during their short few months together, but he hadn’t been this delicate, this calculated. He would often decide what he thought would work best, rather than getting a read on her and working according to that.

It was the same case with anyone she’d slept with, the only exception being in women, but even they weren’t always this attentive.

And it wasn’t ever bad, necessarily, but…

She hated to think about anyone else at a time like this, but it was such a stark change that the thought wormed its way into her mind. She quickly shooed it away, shifting her focus up to see more of Piers’ face.

Oh god. He was looking right at her.

Why’d I moan at that? she wondered after the reflexive noise escaped her.

There was something inexplicably erotic about how deeply he was boring into her while he devoured her. She normally couldn’t do eye contact unless it was in brief bursts, but she was hypnotized by Piers’ icy gaze. By the proud smile that met his eyes once she started to reciprocate. By the way his lashes fluttered here and there, indicating he was enjoying this just as much as she was.

She brought her shirt over her mouth, a poor attempt to hide in plain sight. Her opposite hand betrayed her, almost working on its own volition to reach into Piers’ tresses, gripping onto them for dear life as her next wave approached.

Without stopping his onslaught, Piers leaned into her touch. One of his favorite feelings was having his hair played with, and this was apparently no different. He hummed against Max’s core, and the vibrations immediately tipped her over. Hit her hard, considering she didn’t expect it to creep up so quickly.

“Ahh— oh god, Piers!”

Piers was happy to hear Max get considerably louder this time. He was unsure if it was out of her control or if she was just opening up to him, but he felt satisfied by it regardless. Didn’t mind her thighs squeezing around him too much either. Enjoyed it, even.

He could only wonder, as he found himself lost in how Max’s dark gaze glazed over and prickled with tears, what she would look like in a few moments — if she was still able and willing — while she took his cock. While she came on his cock.

How it would feel to be gripped by her, what noises she would make, how pretty she’d look as she clutched onto him, whimpering and bouncing and moaning and tightening and—

Fuck. He needed this.

Just like before, as Max settled, so did Piers’ movements. Didn’t wanna overdo anything.

He gave her one last lick though. Liked how it tasted. Got a silly “Ack!” out of Max as she twitched herself away, too.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist it.”

Max laughed but was clearly feeling shy again. She was still trying to hide her face, sorta. It was half-assed. The kind of nerves where she was excited but terrified at the same time. She couldn’t help but wonder if he liked how she looked through all that. If he was having second thoughts, if she had an ugly expression while she came…

Her insecurities were chased away as Piers yanked her closer to him by the thighs. Her sopping wet bottom half was flush against his hardened one — still in pants, unfortunately — and he caged her in, readjusting his hair to only drape over one shoulder on the way down.

He did a quick scan of her body before his eyes landed on her face again. Was still wearing a dumb, cocky smile, too, as he leaned in closer. The tip of his nose was touching hers now. “Hey.”

Max smiled, but the laughter that followed was nervous and airy. “Hi,” she chirped.

Her eyes flicked down to his lips. She was kinda hoping for a reward, or something. Some sort of, “Congrats, you came twice already! Here’s a smooch!”

Instead, she got, “Need something?”

Of course.

She inhaled, shutting her eyes to contain herself. A feigned anger seeped through her chuckle as she huffed out the rest of her breath. Piers flashed a toothy smile after that, instantly softening Max.

“You’re so handsome,” she shyly told him. Made him smile wider.

His heart stuttered at the compliment… seemed so genuine.

He teased her back, “You’re not half bad.”

Made her snort. Piers’ smile calmed before he touched his lips to hers. He gave her a brief kiss, before curtly and quietly laughing at himself, “Ha..” His eyes were still closed and his lips brushed against Max’s as he finished, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

They’d both tossed compliments back and forth for what felt like forever, but this was different. God, it was so different.

Max grinned and raised her arms to rest around his neck, pulling him closer. Her heart felt so full… like, yeah, she’d had feelings for him for years, and knew she was in love with him for a few, but she’d never felt so filled to the brim with affection. She didn’t have the courage to say it, so she kissed him again instead.

It was almost surreal to taste herself on him. She felt spent, but she needed him more, and that took priority.

Lucky for her, Piers had no plans to stop.

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amildlyspookydeer · 11 months ago

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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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r0-boat · 2 years ago

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Master list 3

Key:

⭐- mosty my writing

🔪-yandere

🍷-kinks

🌹- smut

🧨- dark/dead dove

Pkmn Sc/Vio

Larry

MonsterFucker Larry⭐🌹🍷

Yandere!Larry ⭐🍷🌹🔪

Yan!Larry snaps⭐🌹🔪🍷

Alpha! Larry⭐🌹🍷

Lactation kink larry⭐🌹🍷

Larry pinning after waitress⭐🌹🍷

Waitress askes him out on a date⭐

Giving larry a Bento box hcs⭐ & part 2

Larry soft dom⭐🌹

Larry with pregnant!s/o⭐

Larry x waitress on a date⭐

Geeta

Sfw&Nsfw hcs⭐🌹

Teasing Geeta w/h proper s/o⭐🌹🍷

S/o on their period. Comforted cannons⭐

Rika

Breeding kink⭐🌹🍷

Aphrodisiacs⭐🌹

Alpha!rika losses it⭐🌹🍷

Rika with a horny! s/o⭐🌹

Grusha

Snaps after you tease him all day⭐🍷🌹

Sub brat! Grusha⭐🌹🍷

Yan!grusha⭐🔪🌹

Clavell

Evil!Clavell headcannons⭐🔪🍷🌹🧨

Brassius

Bondage fantasy ⭐🌹🍷

Dendra

Dendra headcannons⭐

Multiple

Hassel,Rika,Larry they forget their lunch⭐

Brassius x reader x hassel p2⭐🌹🍷

Pokemon b/w

Ingo

Warden ingo x Zoroark hybrid reader⭐🍷

Self aware!ingo x depressed!reader⭐

Emmet

Emmet kissing hcs⭐

Random Emmet hcs⭐

Submas

Vampire twins hcs⭐

Stardew Valley headcannons⭐

Twins as fathers hcs⭐

Twins being fathers to twins⭐

Shy s/o comming out as trans⭐

N taking care of you on a cold day⭐

Pokemon DPPt/hisui

Cynthia

Cynthia Period hc⭐🌹

Cynthia fucks wth strap⭐🌹

Roark

Roark sfw & nsfw headcannons⭐🌹

Wallace

Wallace breeding kink⭐🌹🍷

Cyllene

Dom! Pussy drunk ⭐🌹

Praise kink power play⭐🌹

Alpha!Cyllen hcs⭐

Volo

Volo slice of life with s/o⭐

Butler! Volo punishs s/o⭐🌹🍷

Volo breeding kink⭐🌹🍷

Volo being sweet headcanons ⭐

Melli

Peg him⭐🌹

Pokemon USUM

Blue and Red sharing S/o⭐🌹

Alpha!BluexOmega!reader⭐🌹🍷

Pokemon S/W

Piers, Kabu, Raihan dating hcs⭐

Pokemon ORAS

Maxie

Virgin!Maxie HCs ⭐🌹🍷

Maxie as a father⭐

Pokemon SwSh

Dom!Gordie⭐🌹

Pokemon SsHg

Morty in autumn⭐

Genshin Impact

Liyue

ZhonglixAdepti wife!reader Lantern right reunion⭐

Geo sovereign!ZhonglixWife!reader⭐

Sumeru

Pt1 Alpha!Haitham x omega!reader x omega!kaveh⭐🌹

Pt 2 More alpha Haitham x reader x onega kaveh⭐🌹

Pt3 MORE A!Haitham x reader x o!Kaveh⭐🌹

Pt 4 MOREE!! Alpha!alhaith x reader x omega kaveh⭐🌹

Fontaine

Pussy drunk Neuvillette⭐🌹

Neuvillette Comfort fluff⭐

Sub!Neuvillette ⭐🌹

wriothesley nsfw brain rot ramble ⭐🌹🍷

Honkai starrail

Jarilo vi

Dom!sampo hcs⭐🌹🍷

Gepard ramble⭐🌹🍷

Yan!Gepard⭐🌹🍷🔪🧨

The Xianzhou Loufu

Jing Yuan nsfw hcs⭐🌹🍷

Stellaron Hunters

Sucking Blade off⭐🌹

Obey me

Beelzebub

Teasing Sub!beel⭐🌹🍷

Sub bunnyboy! Barbatos⭐🌹🍷

Sub! Mammon degrading⭐🌹🍷

Multiple

Sampo, Caelus, Dan heng dating hcs⭐

Hsr men with audio accounts: part 1 ⭐🌹🍷🧨🔪

Neuvillette, blade, kafka tit sucking⭐🌹

Leon, larry and warden ingo with harpy s/o⭐

Neuvillette, Wriothesley oral(m!giving)head cannons⭐🌹

Various! Cuteness aggression with their partner(multifandom)⭐

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brainrotpot · 7 months ago

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⤜♡ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ♡⤛

Hello! I am Gear, I am 20, 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!

If you're interested in following my main it is @mistergear! I typically post there more often but do note I can go days without posts

#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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vesseloftheend · 2 months ago

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begging for ideas so I can b active again!!

hiii vess here!! 18+, artist and writer (you know what that means :smirk:) I deleted all my old posts from like YEARS ago we are STARTING FRESH

things I do: - fanart - fanfiction drabbles - headcanons - fanfiction in general - angst AND fluff AND smut - mentally ill!reader (so I can insert myself teehee) (if you are also struggling with mental health PLEASE drop a suggestion) (I love making our favorite characters comfort us instead of going to therapy) (teehee) - gender neutral reader/alternating between writing about a male reader and female reader/ trying to make my genderitis happy things i DO NOT DO: - noncon - anything to do with minors (including ageplay) - those creepy creepy kidnapping tropes (ew) (stockholm syndrome who???) characters/ships im willing to write about or draw (mostly wanting to do character x you stuff tho) (there's so many im forgetting 2 put on this list PLEASE ask about ur faves)

König

Snape

Lucius

Piers (Pokemon)

Jack Sparrow

Deadpool

Ghostface

Carlisle (Twilight)

Batman/Joker (Man/Jonkler (are they stupid?))

Drarry

Joker by himself

Loki (Marvel)

#art #suggestion #suggestions #please #fanart #drabbles #fanfiction #please interact #give suggestions #pls #x reader #ships #im begging you #i need ideas

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prpfz · 4 months ago

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Hello! 🚕🚕 he/him 21+

I'd love to RP as Piers from Pokemon Sword/Sheild against Raihan or Leon.

I don't have any particular plots in mind but I could do a range. I do like including Pokemon, whether it's AU or not, and I love canon divegent. Plots can include:

Fake dating

Post-canon

High fantasy prince stuff (I love arranged marriage)

Any kind of canon threads that would be interesting, e.g. something relating to Eternatus or a different legendary mon.

Smut is preferred, and I'm kink friendly. I'd prefer to RP as transmale Piers but let me know if you're not down for that!

give a like and anon will get back to you

#pokemon rp #pokemon roleplay #fandom roleplay #fandom rp

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year ago

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piers + segmented smut alphabet ; 18+

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

requested by ; 🎲 anon (22/05/23)

character ; piers from pokémon sword/shield

masterlist ; here

letters ; d / i / y

D — Dirty Secret

what is their dirty secret?

Loves seeing you in his clothes — particularly his jacket and his choker — to the extent that if you send a picture of yourself wearing either article then you’ll receive a very frustrated (and arousing) phone call from Piers the moment he sees it. Likewise seeing you wearing his jacket and nothing else first thing in the morning after a passionate night together (especially if you’re not making any effort to hide the marks he left on you), is guaranteed to get him hot under the collar and lead to some very messy kitchen-counter sex — hopefully without burning anything down if you remembered to turn the stove off.

I — Intimacy

how romantic are they in the moment?

This depends on what your relationship with Piers is, really, as whilst he always tries to strive for everyone to enjoy themselves in the bedroom, he isn’t going to be particularly romantic with a one night stand or a groupie. If you are his partner, however, he can swing wildly between ‘considerate but kinky’ and ‘complete sap’ depending on your preference — either showing his care through his insistent reminders of the safe word and the way he praises you amongst dirty talk, or through gentle touches and body worship interspersed with compliments so genuine that you might just cry. Either way you’ll be well taken care of and won’t have the room to doubt his care for you, it’s just the way he presents this affection that shifts based on the mood of the evening.

Y — Yearning

how often do they want sex?

Piers has a startlingly high libido, but he’s accustomed enough to ignoring his own needs or taking care of it himself that you won’t even realise just how often he craves sex unless you ask or make it apparent that you have a high sex drive as well. He’s just so used to being busy with the gym and his music that he doesn’t really have the time free to address those sorts of things, so you having a different sex drive to him won’t bother him at all. Otherwise, he tends to proposition you a couple of times a week at most — not wanting to make you feel any pressure to do anything if your libido is lower than his.

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #minors dni #minors fuck off #smut #smut hcs #smut alphabet #pokemon smut #pokemon x reader #pokemon swsh smut #pokemon swsh x reader #pokemon piers smut #pokemon piers x reader #🎲 anon

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brainshock-alpha · 7 months ago

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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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newtabfics · 1 year ago

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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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yeehawbvby · 11 months ago

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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

Check it out on ao3!

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 — stereotypes to live up to, and all that — 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 vocal and nonvocal, 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 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 followed, because it couldn’t hurt, right? “Mm fuck, so fucking tight, love,” he rambled on, “such a perfect pussy,” knowing full well that it would be a killing blow.

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, erm… 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. Praise from him felt different now.

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 (real) date.

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