Thank you for writing, Pokephillia. I owe u my life. May I humbly request some Dusknoir horny. I'm but a simple pervert, but I am a sucker for the possessive pokemon gets jealous of someone looking at their trainer a little too friendly like and after getting their trainer away from the person they just fuck them till their trainer is cumming themselves stupid because they were YOUR pokemon not that person who couldn't keep their hands to themselves! (And maybe he get a little too caught up in how hot you sound cumming for him and can't stop after the first few times.)
You could also throw in some mild NC in there of ya like. Suppose he (Dusknoir) hasn't tried to be intimate like this before, and it's a Dusknoir snapping situation.
If you'd like anyway, you're the one cooking 🍳 I'm just offering humble ingredient ideas 😌
happy to serve for all the pokephilia fans out there <333!! im also a humble dusknoir/ghost-type lover so HELL yes.
notes: sexual harassment (not from dusknoir), noncon/very dubious consent, overstimulation, oral sex, semi-public sex, getting caught (person is unaware of what they're witnissing)
maybe it's someone who makes a few gross comments post-pokémon battle… you'd handed them the money you thought was fair for the battle, but they'd rolled their eyes before roaming them over your body. it wasn't enough, they claimed, and maybe you could supplement their winnings with something else…? you'd let out the most awkward of laughs and took a step back, wrapping your arms around yourself and offering to give them some items instead.
when they get pushier and pushier, perhaps even touchy, dusknoir exits his pokéball without you even lifting a finger to touch it. as a ghost-type, he has many rumours spread about it, but one that is more true than not is their ability to sense human emotions. you, his trainer, the most important person in his life, won't be allowed to be afraid under his watch! for a pokémon such as dusknoir, it takes little more than opening the mouth on his belly and letting out an unholy wail to make the person in question forget about any unsavoury plans they might have had.
he doesn't touch or take you immediately after this incident, but it makes dusknoir aware, for the first time, of how others (humans and pokémon, perhaps) look at you. he can practically sense it when anyone has untoward thoughts about you, while you are none the wiser. slowly but surely, the desire to show you that he's your partner and you're with him grows and fester, until one day—
big hands grasp your shoulder and your partner is pushing you into a little street off to the side of a busy street, or into the bushes along a route that many trainers take between towns.
"dusknoir? what's wrong?" you rummage through your pockets. "are you hungry? i have some snacks."
instead of any indication of what's bothering him, the mouth on his stomach opens. you don't get the chance to toss him any food, though. a full-body shudder shoots through you as something warm and slimy is dragged across your legs. there's nothing to be seen with the naked eye whatsoever, but there is undeniably something right there. you're wide-eyed and trembling as the tongue(?) swipes in between your legs. you stumble forward, knees buckling and collapsing against the nearest solid structure.
"haaaah…" you pant as your face rapidly heats up, pleasure coiling in your gut. "are you— are you doing this?!" only a low rumble comes from your pokémon partner. if anyone else was turning against you, you're certain that he would do anything to protect you. …so, it must be him.
you're mercilessly toyed with and brought close to the edge much faster than you've ever managed on your own. you've crammed fingers in your mouth, teeth rubbing against skin, to avoid from crying out at the sheer pleasure. you'd never agreed to this but it does feel so, so good… you're losing your mind. your whole body shakes, your hips bucking forward as your first orgasm crashes into you— and he doesn't stop. you whine and reach to your pokéball to recall him, but you can't find it. the tongue continues poking and prodding at you, albeit at a slower pace.
maybe someone sees you, because you're not all that well-hidden whatsoever, and calls out to you, asking if you're okay. through grit teeth, you have to force out that you're fine, that it's just a bit hot, that you've been hurrying and you're taking a break, as dusknoir's tongue only speeds up in response to the other person's presence…
addition of a vore-adjacent thought ive had that doesn't line up with the rest, so be warned if you're not into that.
i love the idea of dusknoir putting your lower body inside of the mouth on his stomach! you had no idea so much could even fit inside of him, but he opens his mouth wide and swallows you up until your hips… against all of your expectations, the inside is warm and feels to be massaging you of all sides, regardless of the clothes you're wearing. it's as if phases right through the fabric, rubbing your thighs, legs and every bit of skin in between reach— and, eventually, rubbing you to orgasm also.
