#barry x dawn

[oddishhime]

saw this text exchange on twitter and knew it was THEM

[rosiespokemontwitterau]

I still refuse to call Twitter X lol.

[melonlthawne]

3 generations of falling asleep on the couch at weird times.

addition of don helpfully suggested by @biterflies

if its hard to see, barry's shirt says: i <3 my nephew

[hupla222]

Dusk and Feijoa

Introducing for the first time two of my Sinnoh fan-children, Dusk and Feijoa. Art was done by the talented slee.pingfish over on Instagram. Go check them out and give them some love.

As for the characters themselves, I'll give a brief overview of both. Can't dump their whole story here since that would take forever and no one wants to read that. Feel free to ask me any questions you have (questions can be asked here or commented)

Dusk (right): My Twinleaf girl. She's the daughter of Dawn and Barry and it shows. She may seem sweet on the outside but she has a nasty temper underneath and a wildly competitive nature. Her ultimate goal is to defeat her mother and become the new league champion. As such she strives to create a team of only the strongest Pokémon, but still ends up with a sweet little Azuril as her starter anyway. Her parents worry about her ambitions but Dusk has a good heart at her core, just like her mom. She has a rival by the name of Velvet, a Saturn and Jupiter kid, and their rivalry can get quite heated.

Feijoa (left): Feijoa is an odd case. She is being raised as the daughter of Caitlin and Darach but biologically she is only Darach's child. Her other parent is a Giratina. Despite her origins and her mildly frightening appearance, Feijoa is a sweetheart through and through. She is well mannered, polite, and kind, acting as a moral guardian to Dusk. She was asked to travel with Dusk by Dusk's parents to make sure her competitiveness didn't end up her hurting her. Feijoa struggles to fit and is often attacked but nevertheless she is determined to make it in the contest world. She not going to let a little stigma prevent her from showing off her wonderful partners to the world. She has a rival named Ophilus but their rivalry is fairly lighthearted.

[keyh0use]

Kinktober Day 9: Fingering

no warnings.

People were filing into the reception area by the dozens, talking and giggling and drinking, completely unaware of where Barry and Rafe had run off to.

The marble countertop was digging into the small of Rafe's back, white dress shirt clinging to his tacky skin as Barry nipped at his bottom lip.

Music floated in from outside the spacious bathroom, obscuring the sounds of panting and hushed conversation from within. Barry had all but dragged his boy down the grand staircase and shoved him inside the stark white room, doing a rushed sweep before locking them inside.

Rafe hadn't understood the hurry then—and he's even more confused now.

Heated kisses are trailed down his throat as rough hands yank open his belt carelessly, pulling the rich leather from its loops before dropping it on the counter.

"Wait," gasps Rafe, brows creased as he grasps his man's broad shoulders. "Shouldn't we—'

Whatever suggestion was about to fall from the boys slack lips is long forgotten when Barry's hand weasels inside of his pants to wrap around his embarrassingly hard dick, all worked up from being in close proximity to his husband.

Barry says breathlessly, like he's the one being touched, "Fuck, just need ya' ready, aight? We'll go out in'a minute."

"Ready for what?" whimpers the kook.

"Me, country club," clarifies Barry, swiping the pad of his thumb over the oozing slit, smearing slick around the cockhead. "By the time we make it to the resort, don't wanna be sidetracked and shit."

With his free hand, Barry's skilled fingers pop open the button and pull down the zipper of the slacks, shoving them down Rafe's hips impatiently.

The boys mind is racing as he tries to pick apart his jumbled thoughts, searching for the question itching at the back of his brain. There's something they need to be doing, but it's hard to remember what when Barry's fondling his balls.

"Turn around," orders Barry.

Rafe dumbly replies, "Huh?"

Instead of repeating himself to the scatterbrained boy, Barry maneuvers Rafe around to face the large mirror, white overhead lights catching on the beads of sweat collecting on the kooks brow.

Barry softly comments, "Pretty boy," while smoothing a rough palm over the curve of his ass before giving it a sharp swat.

"Barry," hisses Rafe.

"Sorry," the man replies with a grin, gold tooth glinting in his reflection. "Sorry, baby." Then he's pressing a kiss behind Rafe's ear and confessing, "Can't help myself, look so damn good." Footsteps approach from down the long hall outside and Rafe's lips come together in a thin line, suddenly overly aware of where they are and what they're doing. Rafe mumbles, "We need to go out before people come looking." Like Ward. Or Topper, maybe Sarah because she's nosy—then of course Wheezie would be trailing behind. Fuck. The thought sends a shutter throughout his body but Barry is quick to shush his worries, noisily spitting onto thick fingers while telling Rafe, "We'll tell 'em you were fixin' your hair again, they'd believe me." Before the boy can make a quip like sorry, not everyone can just shower and step out with perfect little curls, the words die on his tongue as the blunt tip of Barry's index finger sinks inside him. Rafe's hands catch and curl around the edge of the counter as he mindlessly bends, spreading his legs a little further apart. One finger is a barely there stretch, yet it has him panting in anticipation for more, blue eyes flickering up to meet his mans in the mirror. "There you go," mutters Barry encouragingly, hungry gaze roaming over the boys flushed face. Spit eases the glide when Barry pulls out and fucks two thick fingers back in, effortlessly curling to brush over the tiny bundle of nerves that has Rafe violently bucking forward with a loud moan. Barry warns, "Quiet, country club," which has Rafe whining. "I know, baby, but we'll have to stop." Sucking his bottom lip, Rafe gives a weak nod before rocking back on the prodding fingers, giving Barry a silent go ahead. Without a moment of hesitation, the older man thrusts in with perfect precision, nailing the kooks prostate on each inward stroke. And Rafe really, really tries to keep his mouth shut but then three fingers are stretching him open and it's too much, has him tossing his head back and moaning brazenly. "Shut up," demands Barry, but his ministrations only increase in speed. "Slutty mouth gonna get us caught." Rafe whimpers, "Don't stop," as a tight coil of heat steadily pools in his belly, untouched cock throbbing between his legs.

Barry's sizeable erection is a hard line against the kooks bare hip, expensive material of the black slacks stretched tight. Rafe has enough mind to know he should give into the impulse to beg for his husband's dick inside him, the thought of being split open has him squirming against the counter, desire growing tenfold. Letting out a shuttering breath, Rafe pleads, "Barry, please—" And all the pleasure ceases immediately.

Rafe watches in shocked horror as Barry rights himself, leaving the younger man's body empty and aching for release. "Nah," the older man says with a shrug, reaching around Rafe to turn on the tap and wash his hands. "Not yet." "Not..." Rafe trails off, face scrunched up. "Not yet? What? Barry." Barry reprimands the tone with, "No whinin', country club. You ain't comin' unless you're on my cock and I ain't comin' unless I'm inside you, and we ain't fuckin' unless we're on that big ass bed we paid a fortune to fuck on." Sure hands reach down to yank Rafe's pants up and even help loop the belt back in place, dark eyes trained on the task while completely ignoring the menacing look directed at him in the mirror. "You can't—" a frustrated Rafe starts to say, wriggling against his man's affectionate hold. "That's not fair." "Sure it is, told ya' I just wanted you opened up for me," counters Barry. And yeah, that is what he said, Rafe realises with an annoyed huff. His cock is flagging and his heart isn't pounding in his ears, which is probably a good thing given their location. Now that Rafe isn't teetering on the edge of orgasm, he can admit a random bathroom in the country club isn't the place he wants to consummate their marriage.

Entwining their fingers, Barry brings Rafe's hand up to kiss his knuckles before checking the time. "We better head out, baby boy, 'fore they send a fuckin' search party."

[fezwearingjellybananas]

A Reunion of Brothers

Iris was the writer of them, writing the stories for the papers, then writing everything for their grandchildren to one day inherit. But there were a handful of stories it felt only right she give Cisco the pen for. (T, 2k words) (Part of the Barriscowest Sherlock Holmes AU)

The Flash (TV 2014)

[Cisco Ramon, Iris West, Barry Allen], Dante Ramon

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe- Sherlock Holmes, POV First Person, Trans Cisco Ramon, Coming Out, Secret Relationship, Implied/Referenced Character Death, (in the future when they are old and have lived happy lives together), historical setting

Multiamory March Day 20: Journey

Dear Jenni and Bart,

I do not know how to begin this letter. I know your grandmother has had a book compiled for you for years. All our adventures, the full versions. And I have helped her with parts, I know she has kept the annotations I have given her and most of the annotations your grandfather has made, but there is one story she has always said is mine alone to tell. And I have always said I shall write it for you one day and promptly pushed it to another day again. I have started this letter to you countless times, torn it up, burnt it, left it, but now I am sat on a steamship heading to America and I feel it time to try again.

[Continued on AO3]

[silkhy-john]

UNTITLED BARRY-CENTRIC FIC #01

[idk what to title this so please pretend this is a relevant title]

*

Volkner’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second when he first meets Barry. He quickly schools his face back to its usual bored, ‘this-is-beneath-me’ look, and Dawn almost believes that she’d imagined it.

And then Volkner calls.

(“Your friend; the blond one. How…” a deep breath. “… how is he?”)

***

Cynthia, champion of the Sinnoh Pokémon League and current champion of the Pokemon World Tournament, is incredibly doting.

There are, however, differences between how she dotes on Barry and everyone else, small as they are. The sweets. Ruffling his hair.

(“— and it’s almost like… almost like aunt Ethan,” Dawn tells her mum over the phone. Lucas’s battle against Lucian is over and Barry is just about to start against Bertha. Her mother stays silent so long that Dawn is sure the call ended at some point without her realising it. And then she sighs.

“How is Pip?”)

***

Volkner looks mortified that Cynthia decides to pull up a chair next to him. She orders them both drinks; something she hadn’t done while she’d been with Maylene, or Aaron, or — and then she ruffles his hair.

It’s surprises Dawn that Volkner doesn’t snap at Cynthia when she gives him a parting hug.

***

“Flinton!”

There’s smile on Flint’s face goes stiff. He’d been giving Barry and Dawn a tour of the Sinnoh Battle Frontier. They turn to see a blond man in a long green coat running up to them. Dawn is absolutely sure Flint will get knocked over, but the man — the Battle Tower’s Tycoon, she realises — comes to a stop right before him.

“Mr Palmer,” Flint says, bracing himself as Palmer gives him what looks like an extremely painful hug.

Palmer laughs. “How many times do I have to tell you to drop the ‘mister’, huh?” A mischievous glint appears in his eyes. “Unless… you finally ready to be my in-law?” Palmer wiggles his eyebrows and Flint looks like he wants the earth to swallow him up.

And that — wow.

Palmer finally turns his attention away from Flint. He grins and scratches the back of his head. He looks surprised, though only a little bit. “Barrington! Didn’t see you there.”

Barry’s smile is painfully awkward. “Hey dad.”

***

Volkner and Flint are whispering to each other in a corner of the room. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that Volkner’s agitated gestures have to do with Palmer, who’s having a stilted attempt at normal conversation with Paula and seems oblivious to the fact that Barry and Jan look like they’d rather be anywhere but Palmer’s table.

The tightness around Paula’s eyes and Volkner’s agitation lessen when Cynthia finally arrives. Barry and Jan look relieved as they go to her, assuring her that she isn’t late at all. Cynthia gives them each a hug; Barry, Jan, Paula, Volkner and even Flint.

Everyone pretends not to notice the way Cynthia hesitates briefly before giving Palmer a hug, wooden and slightly shorter than the others.

And when everyone begins to converse again, and Lucas and Buck look in Dawn’s direction, all she can do is shrug.

*

[Notes:

I was just asking myself a lot of questions about Palmer, something along the lines of ‘gamefreak wouldn’t place four blond characters who look almost similar in the same region without good reason, right? Right???’ This feels less like a story and more like an answer to my own question that just happens to be a narrative. Whatever.

And then my brain ran away with the idea. Don’t get me wrong, I love Palmer, but whatever you’re thinking about Palmer’s character by the end of this is likely what I wanted you to think.

For clarity: Paula is Barry and Jan’s mother, Cynthia is Palmer’s sister, and Jan is indeed short for Janington.

I might post this on AO3. Who knows (not me). Whatever the case, I hope you had fun reading it.]

[creamecream]

Tfw your dreams just decide you’re gonna ship something.

[secondgenerationnerd]

Could you do some more Mel and Donny hcs but just kinda random ones-I loved the last ones💗💗💗

Hi! Yes! I’m sorry! I’ve been caught up in the Ned Fulmer drama 😅😅

Donny will come home to find his girlfriend, his sister, and his baby cousin having a girls night. He just greets them, kisses their heads, and goes into their room for the night.

Iris has told Donny if they break up, she’s keeping Mel.

They don’t necessarily do couples costumes for Halloween, but when they do, it’s always nerdy and occasionally genderbent

Donny doesn’t drink a lot of coffee, but Mel loves it. He got her one of those little mug warmers for Christmas…and two more because he knew his sister and mother would steal it. 😂😂

They love cooking dinner together.

[featherandferns]

daylight - ten

jj maybank x fem!reader | part 10 of the daylight series | read part 9 here

content warnings: mentions of abuse and bereavement

word count: 1.5k.

blurb: fulfilling your promise to Barry, what starts as a photoshoot for his website turns into some well-meaning advice.

“What’s biting your bark?”

You lower your camera down from your line of sight so you can meet Barry’s eyes. You hope that way you can decipher what he just said, but no.  “What?”

“What’s the matter?” he translates with an eye roll. You shrug. 

“Nothing. Why’d you ask?”

A small smirk starts to show as he nods to your camera. “Because you’ve just taken about five pictures with the lens protector still on.”

Frowning, you look down to your camera to find that he’s telling the truth. “Oh.”

You take it off and pocket it. How did you not notice?

“Something on your mind?”

“It’s not important,” you politely dodge, flashing him a smile. Barry raises his brows and you get the feeling that he’s not easily discouraged. 

“This might come as a shock to you, but I was young once too,” Barry says. “So what is it? Boy trouble? Girl trouble?”

The apparent gay-rights ally Barry stands stoic, brow quirked and hands stuffed in his overall pockets, as he waits for your reply. You’re a little alarmed how easy he had your number down. 

“Boy trouble, I guess,” you sigh. Shaking your head, you renew your smile. “It’s really not a big deal though. Let’s get these shots done before we lose the light, huh?”

To distract your busy mind from thoughts of JJ, you had gone to Barry’s to fulfil your offer of completing promo shots for his website. He was more than happy to indulge. He even went to the effort of putting on a fresh pair of overalls. 

“Is this that Maybank kid?”

Okay, can this guy read your mind or something? The bewildered look on your face must be answer enough as Barry lets out a raspy laugh. His voice sounds like he’s been gurgling gas and inhaling smog for most of his years on earth. It’s weirdly comforting, like the smell of warm, fresh sawdust. 

“Come on, kid,” he says, wandering over to one of the plastic lawn chairs that sits outside his garage. “Indulge me.”

For some reason, you do. You take the seat next to him, your camera turned off and placed in your lap. 

“We, uh, got in this dumb fight the other day,” you find yourself saying. “You see, we’ve been spending more and more time together and just getting closer, I guess you could say.”

“Close enough to leave space for Jesus?” Barry wonders. Your face burns hot red. 

“Me and you aren't good enough friends yet for you to get that kind of info, Barry,” you jokingly return, hoping your fluster doesn’t show. Barry bobs his head, your joshing response seemingly answer enough. 

“Like I said, I was young once too,” comes his coded reply. 

“Anyway,” you say, redirecting the conversation, “I started to get all twitchy about it ‘cause I didn’t know where we stood. And I’ve never been good at complicated. You see, I sorta dated this guy back when I lived in Canada and I guess you could say he did a number on me.”

“He mess ya around?”

“To put it nicely, yeah,” you say, smiling smally. “So I’m not very good at opening up to new possibilities and stuff. It doesn’t help that JJ’s so hard to read, either. He’s the kinda guy who says one thing but does another. And I know people tend to see what they want to see, but I swear to God, sometimes I catch him looking at me in a way that makes me think that maybe there’s something more there.”

“Would that be so bad if there was?” Barry wonders, slouching back in his chair. 

Frowning, you look at him. His question passes in and out of your mind as realisation dawns upon you. “I can’t believe I just told you all of that.”

“I’m easy to talk to, kid," Barry shrugs. "My wife always said I was given God’s gifted ears: always good to listen but never much to talk."

You laugh softly.

“Yeah, she always came through with the good-enough advice for the both of us.”

Pursing your lips, you ponder his earlier question. You can’t seem to settle on an answer. “I’m not sure if it would be a bad thing. I guess I’m just scared that whatever the answer is, things might change. I don’t know if I want them to. I like how we are now.”

“And yet, you don’t,” Barry observes. 

Chuckling, you nod. “Yeah. Guess I can’t win, eh?”

Looking down, you fiddle with the buttons and dials on your camera. Barry’s quiet for a while and you can practically hear his rusty cogs turning in his mind. 

“You met that kid’s dad yet?” he asks, out of the blue. 

“Who? JJ’s? No, I haven’t met him yet,” you say. “I’ve heard a bit about him though.”

“He’s a troubled guy,” Barry sighs. Shaking his head, he says, “I was friends with him a while back but some people just wanna drown, and sometimes you gotta swim away before you get taken down with ‘em. But that poor kid: he got stuck with two shabby parents. His mama up and left, and before that she was a lying, cheatin’ son of a bitch - not to speak too out of turn. His papa probably has a closer relationship with a bottle than with the kid.”

You think back to the other night, sat in JJ’s house, surrounded by trash and tumult. JJ’s own drinking and smoking habits were easy to catch onto. It worried you plenty but it felt wrong to lecture. He omitted his parents from most stories and anecdotes but you suppose you didn't notice all that much as you had a habit of doing the same.

“I say all this ‘cause I think you gotta understand something. That poor son of a bitch didn’t have the best example of what love was growing up,” Barry says with a sad shrug. “Sometimes that means you don’t always know it when you see it. So, maybe he don’t know how to tell you ‘cause he don’t know what it is.”

You sigh and look out to the desolate road that sits outside his garage. “Y’know, JJ told me about your wife and daughter. I’m really sorry.”

Barry goes quiet but the air doesn’t feel tense. You take it as space to continue. 

“Your daughter was really pretty. I saw her in that photo in your shop.”

“She were an angel. God just needed her back home,” Barry quietly returns.

Looking to him, you smile, small and sympathetic.

Grunting, Barry leans forward. “Look, I’ve known JJ since he was yea-high,” he says, gesturing with his hand to the height of a small child. “He’s got a good heart but a short fuse. He runs.”

“That maybe explains why I haven’t heard from him since our fight,” you mumble. Barry’s smile feels like confirmation. 

“But I tell you one thing that I do know. Just like my little angel: that kid is loyal to the bone. If he cares for someone, he sinks his darn talons in and don’t let go - no matter what. Even his dear old pops he’ll defend to the end of the earth if someone dare say a bad word ‘bout him, despite all the beating and berating.” 

Your brows knit with that and your heart lurches. 

“So, if you come a’callin’ then he’ll come a’runnin’, I’ll tell you that now,” Barry assures you. “You just gotta know what you’re callin’ for.”

Nodding, you take in his advice. It helps ease the anxious insomnia that has been eating away at you these past few days. You start to feel as though a path is being carved out for you, fresh and foreign, different to the one you tread with Tyler. 

“Why are you so nice to me?” you ask Barry. 

His eyes hold the weight of the worlds within them as he smiles kindly at you. “Cause you remind me of my daughter. I like to think that if she had lived to be your age, she’d have been just like you.”

That mark of high praise etches itself into your brain. You wear it like a badge of honour the way a wartime soldier might with his medals, and sit in quiet disbelief that someone would say something so generous to you. 

After Barry’s well-guided advice, you get back to the photoshoot. You feel as though you saw him different through the camera lens after that. Every wrinkle on his forehead formed a map of his life: of hours spent at gravesites; of restless nights, alone in his house; of hard work at the garage, fixing and pimping out cars and trucks. Whilst some might say Barry wasn’t book-smart, he didn’t need to be. He was smart in the things that mattered. People and problems. With that intelligence, you find that as you walk back into your house, things feel less cluttered in your mind. It’s like he gave you the boxes to help organise all the thoughts you’d accumulated about JJ. 

As you approach your bedroom door, that content smile that had stitched itself to your skin the whole journey home fades as you find it closed. You distinctly remember leaving it open. Slowly cracking it open, your mouth drops with your bag when your eyes land on the person sat on your bed. 

“Mimsy?”

read part eleven here!

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[oddishhime]

All I’ve been able to think about lately is the potential for a Junhika reunion after the events of Legends Arceus

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Cowboy!au playlist🫶🏽

💗= personal favorites !!

cowboy!au Masterlist

💗⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Make you feel my love- Bob Dylan (cb!john b)

💗⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• I love you because- Johnny Cash (Cb!Pope)

💗⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Fist city- Loretta Lynn (cb!Rafe x cowgirl!reader)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Luckenbach, Texas- Waylon Jennings (cb!jj)

💗⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Let your love flow- The Bellamy brother (cb!pope)

💗⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Forever and ever, Amen-Randy Travis (cb!john b and cb!pope)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Please help me, I’m falling-Hank Locklin (cb!jj)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Blue eyes crying in the rain-Willie Nelson (cb!rafe)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Cold, cold heart- Hank Williams (cowgirl!reader x cb!rafe)

💗 ⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Harper Valley P.T.A-Jeannie C. Riley (cowgirl!reader x cb!barry)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Delta Dawn- Tanya Tucker (cowgirl!reader)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• It’s only make believe- Conway Twitty (cb!rafe)

💗⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Jackson- Johnny cash (cb!jj)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Always on my mind- Willie Nelson (cb!rafe)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Hey, Good lookin’- Hank Williams. (cb!jj, cb!barry)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• There stands the glass- Webb Pierce (cb!rafe)

💗⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• I ain’t never- Webb Pierce (cb!john b and cb!pope)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Young love- Sonny James (cb!john b)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• It must be love- Don Williams (cb!rafe)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Rhinestone Cowboy- Glenn Campbell (cb!rafe)

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• I will always love you- Dolly Partons version (ex!cb!john b x reader)

💗⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• If loving you is wrong- Barbara Mandrell (Outlaw!jj x reader and outlaw!john b x reader)

[deltablitz]

↷ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - [Pokémon x Reader]

↳ Before Requesting;

     Please note the following;

Please don’t request NSFW (smut, lemons, limes, etc.) of any kind, thank you.

 I write these in my free time, so I apologize for any sort of delay when releasing any content.

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Don’t be afraid to mention another character / request for another character that’s not on the list. Keep in mind I only write for Pokémon people!

I mostly write for in-game characters, but feel free to request any characters from the anime!

I do not own Pokémon nor any of the characters by any means. All rights go towards Nintendo, Creatures, Game Freak & Satoshi Tajiri- as well as their amazing teams that brought us Pokémon!

↳ Characters I Write For;

     KANTO; Gary, Blue, Red, Ash, Misty, Brock, James, Jessie, Lance, Erika, Koga, & Sabrina

    JOHTO; Silver, Falkner, Clair, & Will

     HOENN; Brendan, May, Roxanne, Brawly, Flannery, Winona, Wallace, Steven Stone & Wally

     SINNOH; Lucas, Dawn, Barry, Gardenia, Fantina, Volkner, Cynthia, Mars, Jupiter & Saturn

     HISUI; Akari, Rei, Cyllene, Laventon, Kamado, Adaman, Arezu, Mai, Melli, Irida, Palina, Ingo, Volo & Cogita

     UNOVA; Hilbert, Hilda, Nate, Rosa, Cheren, Bianca, N, Hugh, Cilan, Chili, Cress, Lenora, Elesa, Skyla, Drayden, Iris, Marlon, Grimsley, Alder, Ingo & Emmet

     KALOS; Calem, Serena, Alain, Shauna, Tierno, Trevor, Viola, Grant, Korrina, Clemont, Valerie, Olympia, Siebold, Malva, Diantha, Sycamore & Alexa

     ALOLA; Elio, Selene, Hau, Lillie, Gladion, Kukui, Burnet, Lana, Kiawe, Mallow, Olivia, Kahili, Guzma, Nanu & Lusamine

     GALAR; Victor, Gloria, Hop, Bede, Leon, Sonia, Milo, Nessa, Kabu, Oleana, Marnie, Piers, Bea, Allister, Gordie, Melony, Raihan, Peony, Klara & Avery

     PALDEA; Florian, Juliana, Nemona, Arven, Atticus, Brassius, Eri, Giacomo, Grusha, Iono, Jacq, Katy, Larry, Mela, Ortega, Penny, Sada, Turo, Ryme & Tulip

↷ What I Write

     Forms Of Writing; Imagines, Textfic, Crack, One-Shots, Headcanons, & Songfics

     Relationships; Romantic ( s/o, crush, etc. ), Platonic ( friend, family member, rival, enemy, etc.)

     Genres / Types; Fluff, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Rivalry, Character x Reader x Character, Jealousy, Isekai, Forbidden Love, Crossover, Darkfic, Alternate Universes, Unrequited Love, & Hurt/Comfort

          ↳Note; Other types of genre may be unlisted.

↳ Work(s);

     KANTO; None Yet

     JOHTO; None Yet

     HOENN; None Yet

     SINNOH; None Yet

     HISUI; None Yet

     UNOVA; None Yet

     KALOS; None Yet

     ALOLA; None Yet

     GALAR; None Yet

     PALDEA; None Yet

↷ ‘ ‘ Now get on out there, trainer! ’ ’

[monsoon-of-art]

I know your Pokerus AU is on hiatus, but I just had a thought of a Donut Hole x Pokerus crossover. Barry going feral in Hisui wondering why Cyrus' plan involved everyone becoming their pokesona /j I wonder if Barry would be affected as well, and how that would impact his plans in finding 'her' again :thinking:

I actually had a Barry cameo planned in Pokerus long before Donut Hole, where he'd be in Dawn's nightmare.

As for a crossover, I also had ideas about this until I saw how TINY Alpha Floatzel is compared to Alpha Samurott and dropped the idea

[dantenyhpmir]

Tight Jam

Pairing; Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader, 

Plot; Ghost’s gun jams during a mission and it’s up to you to cover him. Later making it up to you in your bedroom

Warnings; Cursing, Oral Sex (M receiving), PxV sex, unprotected, slight degradation, slight praise, shower sex

Word Count; 4342

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The air was still. For now. The boys had been slowly getting closer and closer to the target’s safehouse, unbeknown to the soldiers inside. If we could get this done quickly and quietly that would be ideal and exactly what Price had in mind. 

You were positioned, hidden at the top of one of the larger hills, assigned to keep an eye on Ghost, Koing and Soap. Red, the other newly recruited sniper, was on the North Hill, keeping an eye on Price, Aljednaro and Gaz. It was nice having another sniper on the team, especially a woman. She was taking well to her training, you enjoyed having someone to teach. It took the pressure off you in multiple avenues even though you trusted the ground team to do their job without needing much of your help. Usually. 

There were multiple barriers outside the house with a couple of guards facing away from the team. Ghost had started to creep up on them while he sent Koing and Soap around the other side. It was impressive how large he was while remaining so stealthy. You had your eyes locked on him through your scope as he lined up with the target. You knew your job was to cover his section of the team and you did, but he would always come first. The target remained still. A sitting duck but no trigger was pulled. None that you saw. 

He still didn't see Ghost but the second he did, if he screamed or shot it would give away the entire operation and more importantly to you, Ghost's position. 

The man even let out a yawn, but no shot from Ghost. What was only a few seconds felt like hours, why was he taking so long? Why would he not take the shot? 

The guard slowly started to turn, time stood still. As if in slow motion you could see him turn to catch a glimpse of Ghost behind the barriers. Your eyes widen. Ghost wouldn’t have enough time to get away or go unnoticed anymore. 

“Guns jammed” you hear over the radio static into your headphones in his gruff accent. Your heart stops, your imagination runs wild, seeing in your mind's eye this man pulls the trigger taking Ghost from you forever. Every moment with him, never be had again. Every night of him sneaking into your bunk, every intimate night that bled into dawn, never having him holding you again. To never have anymore to learn about him, to not hear anymore stories. To never have his eyes stare you down. Not an option and without hesitation you pull the trigger and sink a bullet into the man’s skull before he can even recognize to shoot at the grim reaper standing just out of his reach. 

All hell breaks loose after your sniper goes off. The men rush out from the safe house as Ghost dives down to the man’s body looking for a new gun to use behind the barrier. 

“Any luck down there Ghost?” You ask

“Negative, nothing on him.” He answers 

“You just move through with your knife. I’ll be your eyes.” You say, trying to sound stern and not comforting. You’re a professional. You’re both professional. You can keep him alive and not let your hands shake at the idea of losing him. Slow breaths. You were shaken but you don't have to stay that way. Let all your emotions be channeled into this. Into what you're good at. One thing you learned early on in this job was fighting how you felt made things worse, it was better to embrace it and work within that space than to pretend you didn't feel anything. As much as the guys on the team seem to suggest that was how they dealt with things best, you knew that was bullshit. Regardless, it was your job to protect your sweet ignorant boys. “Soap, Koing, you’re okay without me looking out for a little bit?” 

“Gonna have to be,” Soap replies. 

You keep your eye trained on Ghost as he moves up through the barriers. There’s multiple soldiers coming out of the house which you manage to pick off. Ghost sees one last man outside by some of the barriers and goes to sneak forward. The comotion has him confused and Ghost lays in wait for him to walk by but it leaves an uneasy feeling in your stomach. 

"Don't think about it, Lieutenant" you say through your radio. "These guys will be picked off in no time and I'll handle that one after" 

"Can't have you doing all the work Sw- Zero" he corrects 

He was really slipping up today. You loaded your sniper as fast as you could and just as you turned the scope just in time to catch a glimpse of Ghost kicking in the man's knees and cutting his throat. It was handled. You weren't thrilled about Ghost going after a target with an SMG on him but at least he had something with distance now. 

“Got a new toy?” You ask

“It’ll do” He answers. 

The dust roars up over the action. There are moments you can’t see him but you trust he’s okay. You have ,too. You’re able to switch back and forth between the men but all your mind can think of is Ghost. If he’s okay, if the little SMG was manageable. It would have to be. He had to be okay. You couldn’t think otherwise or you wouldn’t be able to do your job. The dust wouldn’t let you do your job, who were you kidding. Control your thoughts. Control your worry. 

You catch the last glimpse of the boys going into the safe house, where you no longer could cover them. It was ultimately up to them as you reloaded and prepared for anything to go wrong incase they had to run out but there was silence. It was either the worst sign or the best sign. 

The mission only took about 15 minutes total but it felt like eternity. The job always felt like it lasted too long. These moments dragged on, fixating on the wood of the door. Waiting for your team to walk out safely. Waiting to see his mask. Everyone's mask and faces….. Everyones. You tell yourself. 

Price exits from the safe house, after you hear a few shots followed by Ajedrandro, Gaz and Koing. Price’s body language is apparent. He’s always been professional but even he can’t help but show his frustration in his walk. He’s pissed and rightfully so. Ajedrando and Gaz seem to have one of the soldiers tied up and coming back with us. I guess the Intel was coming home with the team. The last face you cared about seeing walk out that door right now. 

"They're gonna be fine Zero" Red says over the radio to you directly. 

Every second of the job is hundreds of years to your body, it feels like you've been frozen in place for far too long before you finally see Ghost walk out the door leaving with Soap last.

You can pack up and meet at the helicopter, to begin the longest ride back to base yet. You meet up outside as Price passes by you. 

“Sir, I apologize for the early shots, I-” 

“You did your job” he cuts off and gets inside. You turn to look at him, you expected to be reprimanded? You shot so early into the mission, no one was in position yet before you pulled the trigger. Ghost walks by you to get in the helicopter, no looks. Nothing. 

“Soap?” You look at him 

“You’re not the one in trouble, kid” Soap says, exhausted from the day. 

The tension in the air on the ride back in the helicopter feels like choking on humidity. You try to make eye contact with Ghost, any sense that he’s okay. There’s a slight moment where he can look at you. Your concern piercing through your eyes and the shame aching through his before he turns away. There was going to be a strong talk for him back at the base. 

“Ghost, my office” Price commands when we finally land “Everyone else dismissed.” 

No one sticks around. No one waits outside the door of the Price's office. 

“I expect better from my Lieutenant,” Price says, sitting at his desk. 

Simon stands there, accepting his mistakes. 

“You didn’t check the weapon before bringing it out in the field. You didn’t follow ANY protocol?! You’re who I put in second in command?!” 

“Won’t happen again Sir,” Ghost says calmly, not wanting to escalate anything. 

Price yells for a little longer about the responsibility and lack of professionalism, Simon listens. He lets Price get it out of his system until he can calm down. Let the air settle. Once it finally does, Price makes himself a drink on the beer cart. Poors Simon a class of bourbon and gestures for him to finally sit down. 

“You’ve been distracted lately” Price says with a sip of his drink 

“Debatable” Ghost answers. 

“There’s another base asking if Zero would be available.” 

“What does she have to do with anything?” He tries to play it off like he’s confused. Ghost is fairly stern, he can hide it better than you could. 

“I’ve turned a blind eye to the two of you. It hasn't gotten in the way of your work.” He says with a sip of his drink. “Until today.” 

This has Ghost livid. It was easy to take the yelling with ease but the idea of you being sent away is much more difficult to control the rage building up from the mere suggestion of you not beside him. Not having his back in the field. 

“If she wasn’t here I’d have been a goner!” He yells 

“If she wasn’t here you wouldn’t be distracted” He counters, calmly

“So y’ punish her for my mistakes?” He says sternly “We can never slip up now because we care about each other?! How dare I care for anyone else on the team?!” 

“It’s clearly  a lot more than that, Simon” 

Beat. 

“She leaves I leave” The sting in his voice is palpable. 

“Simon” Price says with a sigh, “there’s no need for-”

“If she leaves, I leave. End of discussion.” He bites as he leaves the office, slamming the door behind him. 

The water was still warming up. It felt like the pipes didn't wanna work these days. Maybe that was the case or maybe you just wanted to wash the day away and had spent too much of it being impatient. You'd settle into the temperature as you got in. Holding your face in the water and just focusing on the sound of shower head and the feeling of the steam reaching your ears trying to drown out the sound of gunshots still ringing. You'd close your eyes to try and disassociate but your head still kept making up images of the man seeing Ghost and shooting him before you could pull the trigger. That didn't happen, you tell yourself. You did your job but the image feels more and more cemented. Your eyes and mouth hang open as the water rushes over you. Trying to bring your body back to where it actually is. This usually doesn't happen after a mission but you usually don't have such close calls. What if you missed? He wouldn't be here. 

"Y/N '' you hear from the hallway of your apartment. 

"Simon?" You call out as you move the shower curtain to see him in the doorway. 

It wasn't surprising to see him anymore, one of your favorite things about giving him the key was the surprise drop ins. His favorite part was the trust you had in him. He'd never walk in to find you with anyone. That you wanted him any hour of any day. It was easy to build trust with the nature of your job. How he put his life in your hands every mission, trusting you'd always fire when you needed, too. 

A moment passed. 

"How did it go?" You ask 

"Worse than you’d expect" he says calmly while pulling his mask off over his head. 

"I'm sorry," you say with every ounce of genuine concern echoing through your voice. You move the current back a bit to show off your body. "You coming in?" 

He takes a minute. Looking over you, as though he were studying every curve like it was the last time he'd ever lay eyes on you before taking off the tactical vest. The armor. Gloves. Shirt. Pants. Boxers and walking calmly into the shower. 

You move out of the way to give him some of the hot water as he runs his face underneath and pushes his hands in his eyes to wipe off some of the black paint. You wrap your arms around him from behind and lean into his back. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You Squeeze 

“No”

"Are you mad at me?" You ask 

Hes confused 

"What? I could never be mad at you, not after today." 

You let him go as he turns around to face you. He grabs your face in his palms as the water runs over the two of you. 

"I just want you to be okay" you utter 

"I'll be fine Y/N" he says as his forehead leans down and presses into yours. His eyes close. So focused on this moment with you but you can't help but feel the vibrations in the air. He was never this exhausted. Never this defeated. 

All you can think about is cheering him up. You know the conversation with Price couldn't have gone well but how bad could it have been? Nothing some neck kisses couldn't fix as you hold on around his neck and trail your lips along his traps and to his ears. Your body pressing into his as your mouth falls on his ears lobes and breathes life into his body and blood to his pelvis. Your hands run through his hair as you kiss the sides of his cheeks, his hands wrapping around your waist. Always your waist. You love how he always clung onto it, in basic training but also in every moment he'd pull you close once the sun went down. It drove you mad and he loved it. A little whimper fell from your mouth and that's all it took before his cock was pressing up against your body, waiting for you. 

Your kisses got harder, pressing more firmly into his neck and down his pecks. Chasing his abdomen line to the treasure trove that led to his manhood. The closer and closer you went, the lower you got the more you would slow down. It was easier to adjust but also build up tension. For how many times he'd pull the orgasm from your body, it was his turn to be torched with anticipation. 

Finally settling to your knees you look up at him, kissing all around the nooks of his legs and just grazing your lips by the base. 

"Zero, you don't have to if you're too tired" he says, both of you had been through the ringer today but it didn't matter 

"I want to take care of you" you say while moving your hands up along the base slowly. Kissing the sides. "I always want to take care of you Simon." You say as your big doe eyes look up at him before your tongue slowly falls out of your mouth and moves along the base of his cock, taking your time at the shaft before flicking off at the tip. 

His moans are all you want to hear. To feel the blood rushing through every vain and hear the air running through his vocal chords. The hum of life radiating off him was more than relief but all you could ever want as you dove back in. Sticking out your tongue and lapping up his cock in your mouth before baring it in the back of your throat. As your mouth releases the base again your hands find their way around. Caressing and turning as your head moves back and forth, happily swallowing and drowning his cock in salvia for your hands to spread. Your eyes looking back at him, starting to water as you take him deeper and deeper. Whimpering at the challenge that it always is, taking him like this. 

His chin is thrown up into the air, heavy breaths escape him as you feel him pulsing and as he brings his hands over your head. First holding the sides. Part of you expected rougher sex tonight. That he might be so worked up from his "talk" with price that he might want to come here and fuck his frustration out of you. That he might face fuck you until your throat was full and gagging on his seed but it was surprisingly gentle. His hands held the side of your jaw when he managed to catch his breath and look back down at you. 

"Fuck what a beautiful thing you are" he says in awe "Especially when you're choking on me" 

You can't answer, your eyes lock with his before falling away to soothe him with your mouth and delicate hands. 

"No no, look up at me." He coos. "I want to see your eyelashes flutter" 

Your head tilts back to look up at him. You bring your mouth to a close around his cock and hold your hands around the base. You suck the air out from around him, nothing but suction as you pull your mouth back, your hands massaging along with the same rhythm of your mouth. As if you can suck and pull the cum right out of him. 

"Easy Y/N" he exhales, "You're gonna make me cum too quickly" 

You let go of the suction as the air pops back into your mouth and you catch your breath. 

"What if I want your spunk" you tease in a silly cockney accent 

"Thought you were gonna be sweet to me tonight" he teases "that's downright cruel" 

"Old habits I guess" you say as you keep massaging him with your hands before looking back up at him and letting your tongue hang out to lick all around his cock again. 

"This is the only way I've ever found that I can shut this loud mouth of yours up" 

You kiss along the sides 

"Who's cruel now?" You say delicately with another kiss 

"Sorry sweetheart" 

You take a moment. Holding him before looking back up and bringing yourself to your feet. He holds your arms and makes sure you don't slip. 

"You almost called me that over the radio today….." 

"Old habits" he quotes. 

"We have to be careful, they can't kno–" 

"Price knows" he interupts. 

"What?! Simon, you were the one who was so firm that no one could know. Especially Price. Did you tell him?" 

"Of course not. He just knows." 

"How?!" 

"Everyone knows! Everyone knows how I look at you!" 

He yells as he grabs the side of your face and pushes his forehead into yours. His eyes close again, taking in the moment before they come to look at you directly once again. You can't disappear with him at that moment though. Can't follow him to where he runs with you. You're stuck in your own thoughts. 

"Am I, am I gonna get thrown off the team?" 

Simon pushes his lips into yours as hard as he can. It makes you step back before you're pinned up against the shower wall with him holding your face. 

"They wouldn't dare" he utters before plunging back into your mouth and grabbing your waist. He picks you up and your legs wrap around him while your back is pushed up against the shower walls. He lifts you just enough so your entrance is sitting at the top of his cock. 

You catch your breath. "Because they can't replace me as a sniper or because they're too scared of you?" You ask 

He holds onto your body and pushes himself deep inside you. It's your turn to have your chin fly up into the air as you gasp to expel your lungs from the pressure. The first thrust was always an adjustment for your body, always. The stretch of your walls always felt like the perfect combination of pleasure and pain. Your body was pinned directly between the shower wall and his chest. You couldn't go anywhere even if you tried. Even if you wanted to. 

"Pick one," he says sternly as he starts to glide back and forth, in and out of you. 

Finally pulling back so he can watch your face as he enters you over and over again. Watching you lean back on the walls, your arms wrapped around his neck. Holding the trap muscles you had missed every inch of. 

"You're not going anywhere" he told you, looking deep into your eyes. There was no hesitation in his voice. No wondering if that could be the case in the future. He was sure of it. He'd make it happen. 

"You train every new sniper that even attempts to join the team. They can't find another you. No one could." He pushes out of his lungs before pushing another deep thrust into you. 

"Simon I can't leave you" you cry out 

"You won't" he speeds up, rolling his pelvis into you. His groin hitting the tip of your clit and rolling through your body with his cock as his arm wraps around your waist pulling you in. Deeper and deeper. 

"I . won't . have . a . choice" you force out. 

"They're not gonna do shit" 

"What makes you so confident?" Every sentence has to be pushed out of you. It's so difficult to collect any real thoughts when he's burying himself in you. When your body is shaking. 

"Cause it's both of us or neither of us" he says, holding the side of your face and looking deep into your eyes. Still rolling. Still buried. 

"Si-" you coo, he knows based off your tone you're ready to object and he won't humor it 

His face grabs the bottom of your jaw, pinning both sides of your cheeks 

"You don't have a choice" he says, thrusting in harder. 

You cry out. 

"You can't do–" 

His grip tightens around your cheeks, 

"I can" he grunts 

His thrusts are harder, more intense. 

"No one." 

He rolls into you. 

"No ONE" 

Another roll of his hips. 

"Can take you" 

Another thrust. 

"From." 

Harder. 

"Me." 

Your nails dig into his back, pulling yourself close to him. Pressed right up against his chest again. Rolling your pelvis with each of his thrusts. Managing to match his rhythm with whatever energy you've found to scrape by with. 

"Say it again" 

Simon repeats himself. Each part. Slowly said but thrown into fast with his body. Your legs tighten around his waist, as if grasping for dear life, clawing through his skin and crying out over and over every time he plunges back into you. 

"They'd" 

You breath 

"Have" 

He rams into you 

"To" 

Again 

"Pull me" 

Again 

"Kicking and screaming" 

Again 

"Away from you" 

You wail. 

Again and again. His force, giving everything to you. Pressing every last inch of himself into you, there wasn't enough of him to give but he would try. 

"They" 

He pushed, 

"Can't" 

Your stomach aches. 

"Take" 

You were so close. 

"You" 

Your body is shaking. 

"From" 

You couldn't hold out much longer 

"Me" 

You didn't think your body could get any more ridge but it managed to push every muscle you ever felt together. Your walls collapsed grabbing onto him tighter than he'd ever felt before he couldn't help but let himself go along with you. He pushed you into the wall as tight as he could trying to find his balance before his legs gave out from under him from the sensations. Your legs were so weak and still tingling from the rush of your orgasm. You didn't know if you could stand. It felt like he barely could, leaning on you, still collecting himself. Your cries of pleasure echoing in his ears. The images and sounds in your head now replaced with his eyes staring you down and his cum drunk expression with his beautiful exhale as he released into you. 

He just stared at you before finally kissing you. His eyelids were heavy and weak like the rest of his body as he set you down. You leaned up against the wall, trying to find your balance, his arm leaning towards the side. Collecting yourself always took so long but he would soak up every minute with you as long as he had you. 

Ghost lived to watch himself drip out of you. Down your legs. Make a mess of you. 

"You aren't gonna pass me the shower head?" You ask 

"I like how you look like this, give me a minute" 

"You like all this cum dripping down my legs?" You tease 

"It's pronounced spunk," he emphasizes. 

You laugh as he grabs the shower head and washes you down. He leans on his knees while you rest a hand on his back. He gets every inch cleaned off before putting the shower head back. 

You hold his back again. Unable to look at him. 

"I, I do wanna take care of you. I need to have your back" you shiver 

He turns. You don't fight it. Looking up at him again with those same doe eyes. You never got tired of him holding your face. He kisses you tenderly again before wrapping you up in his arms. 

"You're not going anywhere Y/N" he says with a squeeze. "I won't let it happen" 

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Official artwork of Barry's Snorlax battling Dawn's Empoleon, part of an illustration series entitled Standing Kabigon

Art by kurumitsu (Twitter/X: krkrkr32)

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