So, following @pokethirst‘s blog is a real treat tbh, and recently an anon sent them an ask about Werewolf Arche and Vampire Maxie, and Judi answered them talking about how Team Magma would be full of vampires and Team Aqua would be full of werewolves and honestly? I’m so down for that. I was gonna draw the admins and grunts, too, but college and work have got me by the ovaries, and I’m dying.
Also, ever since Inktober (which I still plan on finishing, it’ll just be late) I’m kinda hooked on doodling things with pen. Like…I like it because it doesn’t allow me to erase things 1,000 times to try to get it right and I’m more free to just draw, y’know?
I had both artists’ and writers’ block during Valentines Day and so out of frustration I drew sexual Art B. Lock and Wright R. S. B. Lock Valentines and I may or may not be sorry I found them the other day.
Summary: Before Ghirahim’s betrayal, back when both he and Fi were in Hylia’s service, the two swords are fencing when Ghirahim gets a devious idea. He conveys it to Fi, who, once she understands just what Ghirahim means, has a suggestion of her own.
Rating: NSFW
Word Count: 828 words
Author’s comments: No actual sex in this one, but some naughty exchanges between Ghirahim and Fi. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I’m doing Fictober (woo!) and wanting to do a short original reader-insert a day. Today’s was “People like you have no imagination,” and was heavily inspired by Ghirahim and Fi, so I decided to tweak it to make it a GhiraFi fic. I’ll be posting this week’s reader-insert fics together in one post, most likely, so keep an eye out for that! For now, enjoy this Ghirafi scenario.
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Swordplay
Fi stood panting hard and adjusted her grip on the hilt of her sword. Ghirahim, her sparring partner and long-time rival, stood across from her, panting just as hard, but keeping that smug look on his face that he always had. Fi could tell that she had tired him out because of the way his perfectly groomed hair was in a sweaty heap on his head.
Ghirahim breathlessly let out a chuckle and straightened, running a hand through his white hair. “Not bad,” he said, as if he was Fi’s mentor and not her equal, “Not bad at all. It seems like you’ve picked up a few tricks since the last time we did this.”
“I’ve studies a few techniques,” the smaller sword said vaguely, not wanting to give him too much information about which techniques she’d been studying.
“I have to admit, you kept me on my toes,” he smirked, swaggering closer to her. She tensed tightened her grip on the hilt of her sword. Ghirahim only chuckled in response, “Relax, love. I’m not trying to take you by surprise this time.” Last time the two swords had sparred, he had approached her casually, having an innocent conversation, and then disarmed her while her guard was down. At that moment, she had sworn to herself that she would never let that happen again. Ghirahim continued, “I have a completely different kind of…swordplay…in mind.”
Fi’s interest piqued. He did have a very unique style of fencing, much different from her’s and she was eager for the chance to learn some tricks she could use against him later, “I’m listening.”
Ghirahim came to stand just a foot from her, and his closeness emphasized just how much taller than Fi he was as he carelessly twirled his sword at his side, “It involves you… me… a candle-lit bedroom... and the sound of both of our screams~”
Fi paused, thinking it over and trying to picture what he meant. “…That…doesn’t sound practical,” she said finally, “if we fenced indoors, things might get damaged, particularly if there are candles around that could light things on fire. And why would we be screaming? We’re always very careful during our sessions not to injure one another.”
A heavy and frustrated sigh escaped his throat, “Oh, Fi, Fi, Fi…my dearly beloved Bluebird… I love you from the depths of my very being, but… people like you have no imagination.” He lifted his sword, and she tensed, “Don’t move, now,” he warned smugly, “I don’t want to accidentally hurt you. I promise, I this won’t count against you as a loss.” She lowered your sword, and he placed the tip of his blade against her chin, raising it slowly until she was craning her neck back to look at him. He leaned down close to her face and she felt his breath against her lips as he spoke, “I want to tie you to the bed and run my blade gently all over your naked body. I want you to be at my mercy and shiver with anticipation as the cold steel caresses your skin. Then I want to fuck you so hard your ears will be ringing too loudly to hear the sound of your own screams~”
Fi’s eyes widened and a deep blue blush crept into her cheeks. “A-ah, I see,” she said, trying her best to sound calm and not let him know that he had flustered her. “So…” she wiggled her shoulders in a seductive manner, “you want to get me alone and naked in the bedroom,” she rubbed her thighs together as if unable to conceal her arousal, “and you want me to be helpless and at your mercy as you hold your blade,” she licked her lips and drew in a deep breath, “and then you want to have sex with me.”
Ghirahim uttered a sharp gasp as he watched her squirm and wriggle, “Mmm…put far less poetically than what I said, but…yes.”
“Intriguing,” Fi said, “but I have only one suggestion.” Ghirahim’s red eyes gleamed with interest, and she took that moment, that moment when his guard was completely down, to use her blade to deflect his away from her chin and raise it to press the flat against his pale neck, “We fence. Whoever loses is the one who will be tied naked to the bed, and the winner will be the one holding the blade.”
Ghirahim flashed his pointed teeth in a grin and a hint of redness crept into his cheeks, “Now you’re getting it. It almost makes me want to take back my statement about you having no imagination.” With that, he pushed Fi’s blade away with his and the two swords began. As the clanging sounds of steel against steel echoed in the clearing, Fi wondered if she should try as hard as she usually did to best him, or if she should go ahead and let him have just this one win.
Original, graphic, NSFW reader-insert stories and uncencored, patreon-exclusive porn can now be yours for just $1 a month! $12 a YEAR!
So I just revised my Patreon, and now you only have to pay $1 a month to have access to monthly reader-insert stories and uncensored porn, and $5 a month to be able to vote for which reader-insert story you want me to write next.
ALSO!!
The first person to become a Patron gets to request any NSFW fiction they want!
(Barring things like waste play, bestiality, anything underage, nonconsentual, etc.)
Well, since I don’t yet have any Patrons, I let my friend choose which spook I should write about for my first original reader-insert story, and he chose the incubus! Fantastic choice, if I do say so, myself~
Keep your eyes open! I’ll be posting the preview here on tumblr and on my AO3 account, and if you find yourself thirsting for the rest, you can throw 4 quarters at me to read the full sin.
These spooky individuals are simply dying to get a taste of you.
Which of these would you get cozy with this Halloween?
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Original, graphic, NSFW reader-insert stories and uncencored, patreon-exclusive porn can now be yours for just $1 a month! $12 a YEAR!
So I just revised my Patreon, and now you only have to pay $1 a month to have access to monthly reader-insert stories and uncensored porn, and $5 a month to be able to vote for which reader-insert story you want me to write next.
ALSO!!
The first person to become a Patron gets to request any NSFW fiction they want!
(Barring things like waste play, bestiality, anything underage, nonconsentual, etc.)
Summary: After a high-class date, Lysandre takes the reader back to his place for some passionate lovemaking. But before any intercourse, he wants to make sure that he takes time to caress and admire~every~single~inch~of the reader.
Rating: 18+, NSFW
Word Count: 2,085 words
Contains: Ambiguous reader, body worship, “beautiful” as a gender-neutral term, Lysandre giving the reader oral, hard biting, Lysandre being possessive of the reader, penetration, use of lube, use of a condom...I think these are all the warnings I need to give. If anyone thinks I should add more, please let me know!
Author’s comments: No proofreading. We post and die like busy college students. Shoutout to @pokethirst for making me thirsty af for possessive, bitey Lysandre! Hey, if you guys like my reader insert fanfics, you should really check out my Patreon! For $5 a month, you’ll have access to any and all monthly original reader-insert sin that I write, and for $10 a month, you can vote for what you want me to write next and send in suggestions! If you like this,please buy me a coffee~!
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[y/n] = your name
[e/c] = eye color
It had been the night of your life. Never before had you felt so classy or elegant as Lysandre took you to the finest restaurant in Luminose City, Kalos. He arranged it so the menu you were given had no prices listed next to the multitudes of delicious-sounding dishes: Gyradose sushi, premium-cut Bouffalant steaks, ravioli with spicy tamato berry sauce…Lysandre insisted that you ordered anything and everything that looked good to you. Once you had made your choice, he ordered a cherrum wine whose dryness and tangy-sweet flare perfectly complimented the dishes you had chosen. Afterwards, as the two of you got into the back of his limousine, your cheeks burning from the enchantment of the night and the slight tipsiness that made your mind swim, he offered to take you back to his place. He had leaned in and kissed your cheek, close to your ear, and you could smell his expensive cologne and feel his beard brush against your face as he whispered, “My [y/n]… As much as I’ve enjoyed seeing you in those eloquent clothes, I’d love to have the chance to experience your beauty au naturale.” The bluntness of his words and the way his hand slid up your thigh made your heart race, and it was all you could do to utter an embarrassed chuckle and reply, “I—I’d like that…” Lysandre gave a satisfied chuckle in reply and told his driver to take you both back to his mansion.
Once you arrived, Lysandre told you that he’d give you a more thorough tour of the mansion in the morning, but tonight, he lead you straight to his luxurious-looking bedroom. His king-sized bed had silky red sheets, and the room smelled of roses and was lit only by a few dim, flickering candles. Just as you were wondering if he had had someone light the candles before the two of you arrived, Lysandre leaned his towering form down and crooned in your ear, “There’s a restroom right over there if you wish to…freshen up. If not, then I’ll be just as happy to see you strip away your clothes here and now.” Your heart fluttered and butterflies danced in your stomach, but you chose to take him up on his offer to freshen up a bit first. He smiled down at you and told you to take your time.
The plethora of beauty and care products, as well as the large, fancy shower made you think that you could have spent hours simply indulging in a bit of self care. However, the sensation between your legs as your anticipation and desire for Lysandre heightened was too great to ignore, and as soon as you had properly refreshed yourself, you dried off and, with a silky red towel embroidered with a cursive letter “L” wrapped around yourself, emerged into Lysandre’s room.
Your face turned as red as the towel wrapped around your body when you beheld Lysandre, completely naked, sitting on the bed. You had expected him to be muscular, as you knew he owned his own gym, but you were still surprised by the rippling muscles that could now be seen clearly under his smooth skin. In one hand, he held a rose petal that he was gently turning over and over as if observing it, and in the other, he held his already erect penis.
The man chuckled as he saw your eyes, unabashedly gazing at his girth. His size wasn’t above average, and the head of his penis was thick and pronounced. His pubic hair was thick, but extremely well groomed and trimmed to perfection. Lysandre stood and strode over to you and you found your breath catching in your throat. “Apologies, love,” he smirked, sliding the rose petal against your cheek, “I hope I didn’t come across as over eager.”
You shook your head dumbly, “No, I—You—you look…you look b-beautiful.”
Lysandre’s chest swelled with pride and he dropped the rose petal, running his hand through your slightly damp hair. “Ah, to be called beautiful by one who is all but a deity in human form…what an honor.” His hand slid to the towel you wore around yourself, but he kept his baby blue eyes locked with yours. “If I may…” It was all you could do to nod your head as an inexplicable heat coursed through your body. Despite his displays of eagerness, Lysandre removed your towel almost painfully slowly. Once you were completely exposed, he allowed the towel to drop to the floor as he drew in a sharp breath. “La perfection…” he muttered, almost as if to himself. He looked down at your body, running his hands along your sides, your chest, your shoulders…you uttered a shaky sigh at the feeling of his soft, strong hands caressing your upper body. His eyes once again found your face and your heart melted as he smiled, “You truly are the true picture of beauty, my love. Please…come sit on the bed so I can have a better look at you.”
Gently, he guided you over to the bed and held your sides as he set you down on the silky sheets, which you could now see were sprinkled with rose petals. You expected Lysandre to sit next to you, or even to straddle you, but instead he knelt his large, muscular frame down onto the floor. With a tender hand on each of your knees, he opened your legs and observed your hips with unmasked pleasure. “Look at you,” he said, a low gravely tone creeping into his voice as he ran his hands up and down your thighs. He leaned his head forward and kissed you on your stomach, earning a soft cry from you. You felt him chuckle softly against you before he continued kissing your body. His lips were so soft against your skin and contrasted with the rough feeling of his beard. As his kisses moved from your stomach to your left hip, his hand slid its way up your thigh and began gingerly touching and stroking your genitals. You found a moan rising in your throat and escaping your lips as he stroked and rubbed you just so.
Lysandre leaned back and placed a hand on each inner thigh, spreading your legs even farther before looking up at you with a smug smile. “May I?” he asked. You gave a nod and a flustered, “ngh,” which was all Lysandre needed. He leaned his head down and breathed softly on your genitals, heightening your anticipation before softly running his tongue in a circular motion along your most sensitive spot. You leaned your body back and rolled your hips ever-so-slightly in a silent plea for more. Lysandre indulged you, running his tongue from your asshole to the top of you, stopping there and again running his tongue in a circular motion, but this time with more force. You cried out softly and ran your hands through Lysandre’s thick, red hair. Slowly, he positioned himself so that his mouth almost fully engulfed you and you could feel his beard and silky-soft hair against your skin. As his lips sucked at your sin, his tongue pushed and rolled and stroked against you. In spite of yourself, you gripped a fistful of his hair and bucked your hips up into him crying out in overwhelming pleasure as heat flooded your body. You felt you were close to cumming.
Before you could, however, Lysandre leaned his head back with a gruff, satisfied gasp. Wiping his mouth and smirking at you, he stood up enough to grip your sides between his large hands and slid you farther up onto the bed. You body was limp and trembling, and he moved you with ease. Positioning himself over you, he took a moment to study your flushed face. You were panting and drooling slightly, and your lips were slightly parted, allowing an occasional moan to escape. “You truly are beautiful,” he purred, leaning down and kissing your neck. He took a moment to plant kisses over every part of your body, praising each part of you individually as he did so, “Your jaw is shaped perfectly…your shoulders are soft and squared…your smooth arms are an asset to your perfectly shaped body…your stomach is like that of an ancient and beautiful sculpture by an artist with a true eye for perfection…your chest,” he rand his tongue along your right nipple and gave a few sucking kisses, “your chest could not be more perfectly shaped if the gods of beauty themselves sculpted you from the finest of clay.”
He leaned up enough to look you in the eyes again, his sharp eyes gleaming with desire. “And your face…such a perfect shape. Such intelligence and life housed in your beautiful [e/c] eyes…your soft cheeks frame...ah, such lips. Never have I seen such beautifully…perfect…lips.” With that, he leaned down and kissed you. The kiss was soft at first, simply his lips sucking and pulling at yours, but it gradually became more passionate. Your mouth opened as he slid his tongue around yours, uttering a throaty moan of pleasure into you. He lowered his body down onto yours, but did not allow his full weight to be on you as he skillfully grinded his erect member against your genitals and earning a cry of anticipation from you. Apparently, he had put on a condom and smeared his length with lube while he was pleasuring you, as you now felt his cock sliding against your entrance with a wet, slippery feeling.
Presently, he pulled back from the kiss just long enough to position the head of his penis at your opening. As he did so, he leaned down and grazed his teeth along your neck, “I want this beauty…this perfection…to be mine alone. Always.” Slowly, he pressed himself into you, and you uttered a cry of pleasure as he gradually buried his entire length inside of you. His thrusts started off slow and gentle as his hands traveled up and down your body in a passionate caress. As he kissed and sucked at your neck, you felt his chest and throat rumble as if he were some big cat uttering a loud purr.
Suddenly, Lysandre sunk his teeth into the right side of your collarbone. Gently at fist, but when you gave no objection, he bit down hard enough to leave a mark and thrust himself into you hard. You cried out in pleasure as he continue to pound his length into your eager opening. His content purr had turned into a possessive growl as his hands gripped and clawed at your body roughly. The mark he had left on your collar bone was soon joined by another, equally deep mark on the base of your neck and left shoulder. Lysandre gave another growl as he gripped your hips and held you tightly against himself, thrusting desperately into you. “Ah! M-mon péch-ché~ You are mmmine...and mine alone. N-no one else is—nngh-ah!—worthy of your—nnNNGH—your perfection!” You leaned your body up into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and crying out in pleasure as you came close to climax. You could feel that he was close, too, as his movements were becoming more desperate and intense.
“Say—say my name! Say my name as—AH!—as you cum.”
“Lys-Lysa—Ah—Lysandre!” you cried out, thrusting up into him, “Lysandre! Aaaahh—AHH!”
Lysandre bit down hard on your neck and groaned loudly as he came, his cock twitching and throbbing inside of you and making you orgasm with a scream of pleasure.
Shifting his body to your right, he relaxed onto the bed, his weight making the mattress shift and causing your body to fall limp against his as the two of you laid next to each other, your chests heaving as you caught your breath.
Presently, Lysandre leaned over and kissed your forehead, “My love…my beautiful one...thank you for allowing me the privilege of ravishing you.”
You found a laugh rising in your throat, “I feel like I should be the one thanking you.”
Lysandre chuckled and planted a soft, loving kiss on your lips. “Come, [y/n]…let’s get those marks taken care of and get ourselves cleaned up. Afterwards, if you’re not too tired, we can have a lavender bath before we go to sleep. I’d love a chance to massage those perfect shoulders of yours.”
You smiled and kissed him on the cheek, “Thank you, Lysandre. I’d like that very much.”
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Well, well, well...Look who decided to make an AO3 account! Anyone who is over on AO3, feel free to give me a follow! I might start posting all my fanfics there and just start posting links instead of the full script on tumblr, that way mobile users can more easily navigate my page.
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Summary: The reader purposefully stalked and provoked Ghetsis until he captured them and put them in his dungeon, which is exactly where they wanted to be. He had been visiting every so often to take out his frustrations on them through beatings, but this time he visits them for an entirely different reason. After having them pleasure him once, he decides that they’re worthy to become his personal cum dump.
Rating: 18+, NSFW
Word Count: 3,223 words
Contains: BDSM (please stop reading now if BDSM is not what you’re into), ambiguous reader; penetration (no mention of lube), mouth kissing, teeth, the reader being captured and chained up in a dungeon, hit with a staff, slapped, grabbed roughly, spit on, pinned down, handcuffed, blindfolded, degraded, shoved, shouted at, left chained up and naked for (implied) days, made to unfasten Ghetsis’ pants with their teeth, made to lick up cum; mention of the reader being beaten; mention of the reader becoming Ghetsis’ servant; Ghetsis rubbing his dick against the reader’s face, threatening to make the reader bleed, calling the reader degrading names (cock slut, whore, pet, bitch, idiot, pathetic, disgusting, cum dump, filth, filthy, creature, sinner, uhhhh...I think that’s it.), the reader being called beautiful and pretty, Ghetsis laying ontop of the reader, Ghetsis biting the reader hard, Ghetsis licking the reader’s neck and cheek, Ghetsis cumming inside the reader. ...please let me know if I missed something!
Author’s comments: FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS UNHOLY PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNING!!! Seriously, this one is intense. Everything is consensual, of course, but...it’s intense. But I wanted to write a Ghetsis fic because 1) I want to stick to my word about writing a dirty fic for all the villain bosses, and 2) after obsessively very very closely following @pokethirst‘s and @shiny-imagines amazing blogs, I realize that there are a lot of Ghetsis fuckers out there and not a lot of down-and-dirty Ghetsis content (though, @shiny-imagines writes really Ghetsis stuff. And just good stuff in general! Go follow them.) So, anyway...happy reading you fuckin’ pervs. ;P (Also, if you like this, please buy me a coffee~!)
You trembled with cold as you sat on the cold stone floor of Ghetsis’ dungeon, chained hand and foot. As you shifted your naked body, you contemplated the events that had led you to this place. You, a trainer, had come into contact with Ghetsis once, and he beat you in a pokemon battle brutally. After that, you had become somewhat obsessed with him: his confident stance, the way his eye gleamed with contempt, the uninhibited way he spoke…something about it excited you. But he hadn’t seemed at all interested in you…not at first. You soon made yourself difficult to ignore by prying into the business of Team Galactic and getting in the way of their plans. You knew that those who interfered with Team Galactic often wound up facing Ghetsis, and that those who did usually disappeared shortly after. He was dangerous, and it was a tricky balance to evoke his anger enough to want to punish you without arousing the murderous rage he was known for.
And here you were, your hands and your feet chained together, your body exposed, on the floor of his dungeon. He had personally dragged you there himself after knocking your around and spewing lewd comments about your body and what it would look like when he was done with you. And it wasn’t an empty threat. Every so often he’d storm down to the dungeon and take out his frustrations on you by kicking you or beating you with his staff. If you responded the way he told you to, the beatings would be brief, and he would sometimes touch your face gently or stroke your hair. If you didn’t please him, he would withhold his touch, simply spitting on you and leaving once his violent urges were satisfied. You should hate this, and you should want nothing more than to get out, but something about being there in that dungeon for Ghetsis to use how and when he saw fit excited you. You found yourself longing for his touch…his skin against yours…even if it was just him grabbing your by the arm and yanking you around.
The heavy door of the dungeon swung open with an eerie creeeek, then shut with a hard SLAM, followed by the soft clicks of several locks. One…two…three…you were well acquainted with this routine by now. Clack, clack, clack, went the sounds of boots as a familiar set of steps made its way closer and closer to you.
“How is my pet?” Ghetsis smirked down at you.
Your heart caught in your throat as butterflies danced in your stomach. Your hesitation was apparently too long for Ghetsis’ taste, however, because you soon heard a swoosh, promptly followed by the sound of a smack and a sharp pain as his staff collided with your left shoulder. You fell to the ground with a groan and Ghetsis repeated in a voice dripping with fury, “I said, How. Is. My. Pet?”
“R-ready to serve,” you replied meekly, your head dizzy with anticipation. Would he touch you this time?
Ghetsis sneered down at you, “I expect you to improve your response time, pet,” he growled, “Come .”
You struggled to push yourself to a sitting position and wiggle your sore body over to him, which earned you an amused smirk from Ghetsis as he looked down at you with something between satisfaction and contempt. He removed his robe, which he sometimes did, revealing a large, strong form clad in black. He wore a glove on his right hand, a long sleeve shirt, black pants, and black boots. Your heart beat harder in your chest and your mouth felt dry. You licked your lips and swallowed hard, and as you did so, you noticed Ghetsis take a sharp breath in. His face was slightly flushed.
“Do you want a treat, my pet?” he asked. This was different. His voice was still deep and rough as it always was, but there wasn’t rage in it this time.
“Y-yes, please, Master…” you replied timidly, hoping it was the right response.
Apparently it was, for rather than hitting you again, Ghetsis gave you a nod and commanded, “Unfasten my pants.”
Your face grew hot and your breath caught in your throat. You dared not ask him to repeat himself, but you couldn’t help but wonder if you heard him right. Slowly, you moved yourself closer to him and tried to stand. You managed, but barely, and your height was dwarfed in comparison to Ghetsis’ towering frame. You moved your body to try to position your hands in such a way that you could undo the clasp of his belt.
With a swift kick, Ghetsis knocked your legs out from under you, causing you to fall hard on the ground. You groaned in pain and Ghetsis stepped on your shoulder, pressing his boot down on you and spitting on your head. “With your teeth, idiot,” he hissed. Despite his harsh words, you could tell from the gleam in his eye that he was enjoying this.
Ghetsis removed his boot from your shoulder and you again struggled to pull yourself off the ground, this time getting into a kneeling position. Having your head so close to Ghetsis’ crotch, you could smell his musk, and your limbs trembled with something you assumed must be arousal. Carefully, you gripped the thick belt between your teeth and used your tongue to help guide the tip of it out of the belt loop and through the first metal loop. You then used your nose to hold it in place while you carefully pulled the metal clasp out with your tongue, trying not to pinch yourself. Once the clasp was undone, you again gripped the belt between your teeth and pulled. Then let go, gripped it closer to Ghetsis’ belt loop, and pulled again, repeating the process until you had successfully removed his belt. You glanced up at him, hoping for approval, but he only scowled at you and growled, “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
Obediently, you moved your face close to Ghetsis, this time working to undo the clasp of his pants. From above you, you heard his breathing become somewhat sharper, and you could feel an erection growing beneath the fabric of his pants. You worked quickly and carefully to undo the button of his pants, then skillfully gripped the zipper between your teeth and dragged it downward. You moved back and forth from his left hip to his right as you pulled his pants down to his mid thigh. His erection was now unmistakable. You had seen him aroused before, but always through the fabric of his pants. You had never been so close before…able to see and smell him so clearly…
“Well?” Ghetsis snapped expectantly.
“…W….well…?” you questioned sheepishly.
Whack! Ghetsis’ staff hit your right thigh, causing a sharp, stinging pain. “Don’t play coy or I’ll leave you a bleeding mess on this floor!” Ghetsis barked.
“I-I-I’m sorry, Master!” you pleaded, flinching. Your heart beat faster; somehow his words had the effect of both arousing and terrifying you. You could only guess at what he wanted from you, and were almost gleeful that it coincided with what you wanted: to taste his cock.
Timidly, you took the elastic of his underwear between your teeth and pulled it down until his erection sprung up and hit you in the face. With his gloved right hand, Ghetsis gripped a fistful of your hair, making your scalp sting. With his left, he took the base of his dick and moved it so that the tip rubbed all over your face, particularly against your lips. “Such soft lips…” he sighed, as if to himself, as he moved the head of his penis back and forth, up and down against your mouth, which was hanging slightly agape. You could only imagine the effect that the feeling of your shaky breaths must be having on him. “Open your mouth, cock slut,” he commanded, “worship my dick with your throat.” You complied, giving the smallest of nods as you opened your mouth wide. Ghetsis’ girth was slightly below average, but his length was enough that you wondered if he’d bruise the back of your throat as badly as he had been bruising the rest of your body. You soon got your answer as Ghetsis shoved himself all the way to the back of your throat, making you gag and squirm. Your shock seemed to excite him, as he gripped your hair even tighter and began thrusting into your mouth. “What a disgrace,” he growled deeply. With the unevenness of his sharp breaths, you were surprised he could speak without stuttering as he pushed your head down onto his cock, “You’re such a desperate, thirsty slut. Don’t think I don’t know what your game was, whore. You wanted to get yourself here, in my clutches, didn’t you? Didn’t you!?” His thrusts became faster, and you could only utter a muffled moan in response. His erection pounded against the back of your throat, and your own breathing became uneven as you felt yourself becoming aroused.
Ghetsis’ movements were getting more sloppy and desperate, and you felt pre-cum leaking onto your tongue as a groan of pleasure escaped him. You thought to try to move your head back to lick the tip of his penis, but he pulled your hair in response. “Don’t you dare!” he shouted in a gravely voice, “Taste perfection!” With a few loud cries of pleasure, Ghetsis came heavily, and you could feel the slimy liquid oozing down your throat. You did your best to swallow, the contractions of you throat earning a sharp gasp of pleasure from Ghetsis as he gave one last thrust into your throat before sliding his wet dick out of your mouth and slapping it against both of your cheeks.
“You enjoyed that,” he sneered with contempt, “You’re disgusting. Lick up the mess you made, bitch.” You obediently licked and sucked up the remainder of the strong-smelling cum off of Ghetsis’ softening penis. Once satisfied, Ghetsis roughly pushed your head away, causing you to fall back on your ass, and put his pants and robe back on. Without another word, or even one last look of contempt, he stalked out of the room, still breathing heavily from the pleasure you had given him.
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You’re now laying on the cold, stone floor and drifting in and out of sleep, contemplating the events of a few hours earlier. You enjoyed pleasuring Ghetsis immensely, but you still want more. You want him to touch you, to hold your naked body against his, to whisper in your ear, to have him inside of you… You let out a sigh as you allow your thoughts to wander from contemplation to fantasy. Your thighs rub together and you softly utter his name, “Ghetsis…”
As if summoned by your utterances, you once again her the creek of the door as it’s swung open. You sit upright as your heart beats hard in your chest. As you listen to the heavy slam of the door and the clicking of the locks, you wonder against all logic if Ghetsis somehow heard you moaning his name. Attentively, you listen to his heavy footsteps and the clack of his staff against the hard floors as he approaches you. Your eyes look down at the patterns on the stone floor in submission.
“How is my pet?” Ghetsis croons. There’s something different in his voice this time. It seems almost…soft.
“Ready to serve,” you reply, this time without hesitation.
A smooth chuckle rumbles in Ghetsis’ throat; like the purr of some big cat. You dare to glance up in time to see him kneel down in front of you. A redness floods your face and you lower your head as a sign of subservience. Ghetsis never allowed your head to be higher than his, but now…now he was so close to you that you could hear his soft breathing.
You gasp in surprise as Ghetsis wordlessly grips the chains attached to your ankles and yanks them closer to himself. He produces a set of keys from inside his robe and with a heavy clank unlocks the chains on your feet. He does the same with your hands and you rub your wrists, unable to resist looking up into his face with a look of confusion and anticipation. Ghetsis wastes no time with words, but simply puts a large hand on the back of your head and brings your face close to his, pressing his lips against yours in a sloppy, possessive kiss. He’s never kissed you before, and you draw in a sharp breath at the sensation, not daring to lift your hands to touch him.
Ghetsis, however, has no such restrain, as he’s soon caressing your chest with his free hand. You utter another shaky gasp as he runs his thumb along your right nipple. He shoves his tongue into your mouth, and you’re vaguely aware of his teeth against yours, but you don’t care. A moan escapes you as you relax into the kiss.
Presently, Ghetsis pulls back from the kiss. Taking his hand off of your chest to brace himself against the stone floor, he leans you back, looming over your as he exhales warm breath onto your neck. You try to keep quiet, but you let out a shuttering cry of pleasure, to which Ghetsis only chuckles darkly. “You’ve proven yourself to be worthy of me,” he purrs into your neck before licking from your collar bone up to your earlobe, “Tonight I will make you mine.”
Before you can contemplate what this means, Ghetsis stands, bracing himself against his staff, and pulls you to your feet by your left arm with his gloved right hand. Your legs are wobbly, and you’re glad that Ghetsis doesn’t get angry with you when you lean on him for support as he leads you down a dark hallway and through a small, wooden door.
Ghetsis shoves you into the room first before ducking his head and entering behind you. Inside, there is only a large bed with plain, white sheets. At the head of the bed, there is a pair of heavy-looking handcuffs, and at the foot, a long coil of rope and a cat-o-nine tails. Ghetsis closes the door behind him, but this time doesn’t bother locking it. You keep your eyes lowered and your hands folded in front of yourself. Ghetsis comes to stand just inches away from you, and you’re keenly aware of how his large frame towers above your naked form. Placing the tip of his staff under your chin, he tilts your head up until you’re looking up into his gleaming red eye. Once your head is in position, he pulls a blindfold from his sleeve and places it over your eyes, tying it tightly behind your head.
“Stay,” he commands, and you hear him move away from you. Listening closely to try to figure out what he’s doing. You hear the rustling of clothes and assume that he’s removing his robe, but the familiar sound is followed by the clinking of a belt buckle and more rustling of fabric. Wait, is he--?
Before you have time to finish the thought, you feel a heavy shove on your chest, causing you to fall backwards. You yelp in surprise, and are grateful to feel your body fall onto the soft bed instead of the hard, stone floor of the dungeon. Your body is roughly gripped on either side by a familiar pair of hands, the right hand still gloved, and you’re pulled further up onto the bed. You find your breathing to be uneven and your heart pounding hard in your ears as you feel Ghetsis climb up onto the bed and position himself over you. Roughly, he takes your hands and puts them in the cuffs with a clickety-clink and a rattling of chains. The cuffs aren’t nearly as tight as your chains were before, but still too tight for you to wriggle free from.
You exhale sharply as Ghetsis leans his body down onto yours, and you can now feel that he is completely naked. His heavy frame is crushing, and his bare skin feels warm and soft against yours. You hardly can think enough to be grateful for the warmth as arousal clouds your mind and you lean up into Ghetsis’ heavy frame as much as you can manage. He licks your cheek as his hands travel up and down your body and he grinds his erect penis against your crotch.
“You’re so beautiful…you filthy creature. A pretty little sinner like you is worthy only to be my cum dump. Yet…” he sinks his teeth into your neck and you cry out before he continues, “I find myself wanting no one but you.”
He leans up just enough to position himself between your legs, reaching down to press the head of his penis against your entrance. He thrusts hard into you and you throw your head back in a cry of pleasure and pain. You can’t see his face, but you hear a deep moan and wicked chuckle from where he looms over you before he again lays flat on top of you and thrusts ruthlessly into you. His hot breath is shaky on your neck, and you can feel his body tense with pleasure as he clings to you. With each hard thrust, a surge of pain and pleasure rushes through you. You’re breathless from pleasure and from the weight of Ghetsis’ body on your chest. His hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise your skin, and he leans up off of you in order to be able to thrust deeper inside of you. Your head feels dizzy and you’re vaguely aware of drool running out of your mouth. “You look pathetic,” he hisses between moans as he continues to pound his hips against yours, “drooling…cumming…Who am I, pet?”
“M-master…” you groan, feeling your legs begin to shake.
“Moan my name, slut. Savor its—ah!—its perfection on your filthy lips.”
“Gh-Ghetsis!” you cry out. With a few more violent thrusts and a loud cry of pleasure, you feel Ghetsis cum heavily inside of you.
You can only imagine the way Ghetsis’ chest must be heaving the way he’s panting. You also find yourself breathing hard as you feel him slide his dick out of you. His bare left hand strokes each of your cheeks in turn and he runs his thumb gently along your lip before slapping your left cheek hard enough to sting, causing you to utter a sharp gasp. You feel him move off of the bed, and hear him putting his clothes before he moves back over to you to remove the blindfold and unlock your handcuffs.
“Clean up the mess you made,” he orders once your free, gesturing to the bed, “And clean yourself up, you filth. You’ll find everything you need in the room next to this one. If you manage to please me this much next time I see you, perhaps I’ll grant you the privilege of becoming my personal servant.”
“Th-thank you, Master,” you say meekly. Without another word, Ghetsis turns and leaves you to your work and to anticipate your next meeting…
Summary: The reader, a Team Magma grunt, has caught the eye of the team’s boss, Maxie. It isn’t long before “private meetings” with the boss turn into a secret love affair. During one such “meeting” however, someone steps into Maxie’s office, and he quickly shoves the reader under his desk so the two of them don’t get found out. However, seeing the team leader’s exposed dick just inches from their face as he speaks to the scientist who has entered the room gives them a devious idea...
Rating: 18+, NSFW
Word Count: 2,059
Contains: ambiguous reader, use of a condom and lube, kissing, nearly getting caught, semi-public sex, under-the-desk blowjob, the reader being dominated, mentions of sex-smell, the reader’s hair being pulled, the reader being bent over a desk and pinned under body weight (consensually), touching of the readers (ambiguous) genitals, overstimulation, being made to apologize before the touching stops (Though it is mentioned that the reader could also just say “don’t” or “please stop” if they were truly uncomfortable), mentions of an informative “you can stop now” being ignored, Maxie rawing and cumming inside the reader
Author’s comments: I feel the need to emphasize, even though it’s clearly stated in the fic, that everything that happens here is consensual. There’s domination, but also a clear mention that if the reader was uncomfortable, then Maxie would stop whatever he was doing that was causing them displeasure. Also, I keep going back and forth on the idea of Maxie being like...super vanilla, and him being a secret dom, but in this fic he’s a secret dom. @pokethirst answered an ask just recently about him watching someone masturbate whilst looking at them with disgust, so I’d like to write that later, but not until I finish writing a fic for all the Pokemon villains (plus Faba and Colress, because they’re popular and I’m a slut for Colress).
[y/n] = your name
You adjust your Team Magma uniform, pulling the hood so that it hides your face as much as possible as you scamper to Maxie’s office. It’s been about six months since you joined Team Magma, but you almost instantly caught the attention of the team’s founder and boss when you literally bumped into him one day, spilling coffee all over his coat. You thought you’d be in huge trouble, and while he had seemed annoyed, something about you seemed to catch his attention. After that, he had assigned you to be one of the grunts who accompanies him on missions, and your prowess in pokemon battles seems to impress him. You’re quite drawn to him as well; his dignified stance and the confidence in his tone is alluring to you. His lean figure and the sharpness in his eyes makes your face hot, and you had found yourself secretly fanaticizing about him.
One day, he had asked you to meet with him privately, which is when he made it clear to you that his feelings toward you are…less than professional. Since then, you’ve been summoned to his office quite frequently for “private meetings.” A few of your fellow grunts seem to have a sneaking suspicion about these meetings, but no one has caught you and Maxie in the act or has enough evidence to confront you about the secret affair you’re having with your boss.
Once you arrive in Maxie’s office, you remove your hood and smile at him. He returns the smile from across his desk before giving you a faux expression of displeasure. “You’re late. You were supposed to meet me here five minutes ago; I don’t like to be kept waiting.”
You know this tone well by now, and reply “I’m sorry, sir…is there anything I can do to make up for wasting your time?” Already, you’re starting to feel yourself become aroused by the atmosphere hanging in the air, and subconsciously rub your thighs together.
Maxie seems to notice the motion, because he looks you up and down from his office chair and chuckles quietly. “I would think that you know what I expect of you by now, grunt,” he says, “you can start by removing that uniform…”
You obediently remove your uniform and position yourself on Maxie’s lap. By this time, both of you are so mad with desire for each other that you drop the playful banter and turn your attentions to ravishing each other. Your hands grip the sides of Maxie’s face as you kiss him ferociously, moving your fingers to play with and gently pull his long, red hair. His hands glide up and down your naked body, stroking up your sides, then down your back, coming to a stop to grip your ass as you grind against him. He takes his hands off of you only long enough to grope around for the lube and box of condoms that he secretly keeps in his desk drawer, sloppily smearing your entrance with lube and earning a sharp cry of pleasure from you, to which he responds with a smirk as he opens the condom wrapper. Once satisfied, he makes quick work of removing his erection from his pants and slipping the condom on, and you waste no time lowering yourself down onto his cock. Maxie lets out a low groan of pleasure, gripping your hips and pulling you into each thrust. You cupped his face in your hands, moving in for another kiss when—
Be-boop!
The doorbell!
Shit!
“Get down, get down!” Maxie commands frantically, shoving you under the desk. You quickly obey, accidentally sliding the condom off of Maxie’s penis as you scramble to hide yourself. Maxie smooths down his hair and adjusts his coat, which he is thankfully still wearing, even though his pants are around his ankles. As long as whoever it is doesn’t walk around to the other side of the desk, they won’t see Maxie’s exposed lower half or your entirely exposed self.
“Enter!” Maxie calls through the speaker connected to the doorbell. He clears his throat and you hope that the two of you haven’t been going at it long enough to make the room smell like sex.
You hear the warp pad activate, and a voice say, “Maxie, sir! I hope I’m not interrupting…”
Your heart catches in your throat, and Maxie replies gruffly, “Whether you are or not is irrelevant now. What do you want?”
“We ran some simulations on the pattern and intensity of Mt. Chimney’s potential eruptions. We’ve concluded that an earthquake of at least magnitude 6.2 will be needed in order to actually trigger any sort of eruption.”
It must be one of the scientists, you conclude from your crouched position under Maxie’s desk. You can only go by what you hear, being that the only things you can see are the dark walls of Maxie’s desk, Maxie’s toned legs, and his exposed erection.
You smirk to yourself, getting a devious idea.
“Right,” Maxie sighs, “Well we’ve already concluded that there’s no reasonable way that we can trigger an earthquake of that magnitude, so what I need to know is—g-ah!”
You lick the head of Maxie’s penis, causing it to twitch and making him utter a sharp gasp.
“Sir…? Are you alright?” the scientist asks with concern.
“F-fine!” Maxie exclaims, “I—I merely pulled a muscle earlier on a hiking expedi—sssshhh!” You gave Maxie another playful lick and he finished his sentence abruptly, “expedition!”
“Ah,” the other person says, still seeming worried, but not wanting to push the issue, “A-anyway, what was it you needed to know, sir?”
“Can we continue this another time…?” Maxie asks gruffly.
“We—we could, but…you said you needed the data as soon as possible…,” the voice sounds uncertain.
“Yes, yes…” Maxie sighs, “What I need to know is the tri—ah-ngh!” You put the head of his penis in your mouth and began sucking gently. Maxie masks his obscene gasp with a series of feigned coughs.
“Sir, are you sure you’re alright?” the scientist asks again, their concern seeming to deepen.
“It’s-it’s—whew—just the after effects of—nn—of inhaling volcanic ass—ASH!”
You stifle a giggle, imagining how red Maxie’s face must be. Your soft breaths on his shaft are only making it harder for him to keep a straight face.
“We should summon a nurse,” you can imagine a frown of concern on the other person’s face, “The effects of inhaling volcanic ash in the air can be serious.”
Maxie hardly seems to hear them, as you’ve started moving your head up and down his shaft, stroking the head of his penis with your tongue.
“Sir? ….Maxie?”
“Yes! I mean, no I’m fine. I’ve be-ah-AHEM—been doing this lo-ong enough that I—mmmmknowwhatI’mdoing.”
“Yes, sir,” said the scientist, seeming unconvinced, “But, still, if it’s having this much of an effect on you, it would be prudent to—”
They cut themselves off and stare at Maxie, who is gripping the desk by now and uttering ragged breaths peppered by fake coughs.
“Run the simulations again!” Maxie says suddenly.
“S-sir…?”
“We can n-never be too sss—sure,” he manages.
“B-but, we’ve already run the simulation tw—”
“I—ngh—don’t want to repe-eat myself!” Maxie snaps.
“Y-yessir!” the other person says hastily. You hear footsteps, and then the activation of the warp pad.
Maxie scoots his chair back, sliding his dick out of your mouth with a pop as he does so and glares down at you from where you sit on the floor, smiling up at him. “What do you think you were doing?” he demands.
You shrug, “It was right there,” is the only excuse you offer.
Maxie glares at you for another moment before a smirk slowly grows on his face. “I see… and you’re right here, aren’t you? Alone, with me, in my office. Get up.”
You stand, and before you can have time to react, Maxie roughly turns you around and shoves you down so that you’re bent over the desk. You utter a small oof! as your chest hits the hard surface, followed by a sharp cry of pleasure as Maxie presses his erection into your opening.
“Thought you’d just be able to—ah!—pick up where we left off after that little st-stunt of yours?” Maxie growls in between thrusts as he grabs a fistful of your hair, “Oh-ho no…no, something like that won’t go unpunished.”
You groan with pleasure as Maxie begins thrusting his cock into you harder and faster. With one hand, he gives your hair a good pull, and with the other, he reaches around your waist and begins touching you and playing with you as he fucks you. Your eyes roll back in your head and your cries of pleasure become louder as he edges you closer and closer. It isn’t long before you feel yourself cum from Maxie’s touch and the feeling of his dick inside of you.
“I’m not—d-done with you yet, grunt!” he groans, picking up his pace even more and panting hard as he gives your hair another yank. Even from where he’s standing, you can feel his hot breath on your back, and you bite your lip as you feel him cum inside of you.
Maxie keeps his dick inside of you, leaning his body weight down on you and pinning your body to the desk. He’s stopped thrusting, but his hand is still on your sensitive parts, and his touch becomes more rough and intense.
“What are you—ah!” you squirm feebly under Maxie’s weight, “Mmmm-Maxie I—ah!—I already--! Haa-aaahh! Y-you can stah-you can st-stop now.”
Maxie chuckles into your neck, “Fufufufufu…Stop? Oh I could stop, [y/n], but why would I want to do that?”
“Becaaa-hah--! Be-because I—haaa… I already ca-came! Nnnngh…” you whine as you feel your genitals tingle from the overstimulation.
“What difference does that make?” Maxie whispers, “I won’t stop until I hear an apology, [y/n].” For emphasis, he squeezes you between his fingers and you utter a noise almost like a squeal. This feels so good…too good. You’ve already cum, but the pleasure you’re feeling now is so intense that you almost don’t want him to stop.
“Sssss—,” you give an apology a feeble attempt, “S-so-sssahhh—.”
Maxie doesn’t slow his pace, making a point to stroke the most sensitive parts of you with his fingers, “You can do better than that.”
Your head is spinning and you can feel your legs twitching. Even the feeling of his dick softening inside of you is adding to the feeling of pleasure. Your hands twitch and your arms jerk, knocking something off the desk as your body flails. He’s pushed you over the edge, and you’ve never felt anything quite like this before, but it feels so good. You consider withholding your apology, or making another feigned attempt, but you can feel your legs weakening, and your lower regions starting to become almost numb form the tingling pleasure.
“I’m s-ah!-sor-ry… Aah-ah-hah…ngh…”
“Speak clearly,” Maxie demands. He leans up slightly, and you could easily squirm out form under him if you wanted. Besides this, you know your leader well enough by now form your past encounters to know that if you told him to stop, he would without hesitation. But you like this game, and you enjoy the teasing, so instead you just make another attempt at an apology.
“I’m—hah—I’m sorry-Y B-bosss…” you breath shakily.
“I’ll give you one more try. Speak to me clearly.”
“Ngh! Ah-ah! I’m sorry, boss! Hah-ah-AH!”
Maxie takes his hand off of you and slides his flaccid penis the rest of the way out of your opening. You collapse onto the floor, a shaky and panting mess. “Not so easy, is it?” Maxie says, looking down at you with feigned contempt, “Speaking clearly when you’re being stimulated. I hope you’ve learned from this, [y/n].”
Oh, you had learned from it alright. You learned that you liked the way Maxie got when he was pushed to the edge and teased by a lowly grunt. You learned that the prospect of potentially getting caught thrilled you. You decide that during your next encounter, you’ll see if you can tease your leader the same way again, and possibly earn a similar punishment.
Rose Zircon is a horny, kinky switch.
(Hubnerite belongs to @romulandefector) Also, someone please help me find the original post that the first quote came from! I looked, but I couldn’t find it. =/
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